Skel Suit Novels & Stories

That's why the woman who steered the space sled out of the lock looked human in spite of the fact that no mere biological body could have survived hard vacuum without the benefit of space armor. Even more incongruous was the fact that she was dressed in a one piece shipsuit, wore a ball cap with the Doug Douglas logo emblazoned across the front, and stood only five feet, five inches tall. Nothing like the hulking Trooper IIs and IIIs that the Legion favored.

The top floor of the bunker was twenty degrees colder than the main level. Jackson and Chris walked to the end of the hallway where the last storage room was and opened the door. Inside were two rows of suits with each row having six suits. The suits were black and closely resembled a light-weight space suit, complete with an airtight helmet with a lamp attached to the top. Inside the helmet was a radio communication system and a drinking hose. The back of the suit had two air tank attachments with two holders on the legs for small backup tanks. On the chest, there was a metal box that went across the front of the suit that could open up. This box could be used as a storage unit to protect i

The suit seems to be made of some kind of synthetic material that almost shimmers in the light, giving her an almost ethereal quality. The bodysuit is designed to move with her, allowing her to be both agile and deadly in her movements. It has a high neckline that goes all the way up to her chin, leaving only her face and hands exposed. I can see that she's also wearing a pair of black combat boots that come up to just below her knees. The boots look like they're made of some kind of heavy-duty leather, and they have thick soles that seem to be designed for both traction and durability.

High above, on the rooftop of a towering building, Isaac stood concealed in the shadows, a silhouette against the city lights. Dressed in a meticulously tailored three-piece black suit, Isaac blended seamlessly with the urban backdrop. The suit, though refined, bore the subtle creases of countless missions, a testament to the life he led. The jacket hugged his frame, hinting at a well-maintained physique, while the pressed trousers elegantly met polished black leather shoes that barely made a sound on the concrete surface.

Julian strode into the conference room, dressed in a tailored suit and polished leather shoes that struck sharply against the floor. The room fell silent in an instant. The secretary hurried to pull out a chair for him, but Julian didn't sit. Instead, he walked straight up to me, his tone cutting and cold. "Skye, stop fearmongering. Acting self-important only makes me despise you more." I froze for a moment. I had thought his earlier "enough" was aimed at his assistant—but now I realized it had been meant for me.

"Put this on. The bees will sting anything dark or fuzzy. The suit keeps them off you." Finn took the suit and looked at it. It was a full-body coverall with a hood and veil, thick white canvas. "Stylish." "Practical," Thomas corrected, pulling on his own suit. The fabric was heavy and stifling in the already sweltering heat. "You'll roast in it, but it's better than thirty stings." Finn unzipped the suit and stepped into it, pulling it up over his shoulders. The suit was a little big on his lean frame, but it covered his skin. He zipped up the front and adjusted the hood. "How do I look?"

She doesn't know that my body has been honed into a slender, razor-sharp weapon. I reach into my discarded, mud-caked survival kit and pull out a bone-handled skinning needle. With rapid, flawless movements, I slice the side seams of the silver tunic, restructuring the shoulders and tightening the lower back panel until the metallic fabric clings to my torso like a second skin. The silver weave catches the torchlight, emphasizing the lean, powerful contours of my chest and the clean line of my collarbones, sharp as hunting blades.

Almost like a knife going through butter. Today, we got the call to head out to the middle of nowhere. James got the coordinates of where we were going. The special suits we got are universal soldier gear, they are not out yet for regular soldiers to wear. To everyone, they look like regular shirts and combat pants like a regular soldier, but they are not.

"That's good, but you still have a lot to learn, " Brielle said, showing no fear towards Estelle. This behavior of hers provoked Estelle even more. "You can yell at me all you want, but it's important that you note this things. Alpha Argon don't wear suits from Zimbi's fashion." "Here we go again." Estella rolled her eyes. "The reason is because the material used in making the suit doesn't adjust to his body figure and causes discomfort. He starts sweating, which isn't good, " Brielle revealed, stunning me even more.

Then Isora came out next, and I stopped breathing for a second. She was wearing a black leather hunt suit. The leather clung to her like a second skin, black as midnight, built for war. I had gotten it for her yesterday, after she left my mom. The suit hugged every curve of her body, from her shoulders to her tiny waist to her hips to her thighs. It was made for movement, for fighting, for killing.