Skel Suit Novels & Stories

He was wearing a heavy containment suit—not to protect him from the world, but to protect the world from him. The suit was lined with lead and star-metal mesh, designed to dampen his "leakage." Even so, the fluorescent lights on the platform flickered rhythmically every time he took a breath. "I feel like a baked potato," Leo grumbled, his voice muffled by the helmet. "You're a fuel rod, kid," Kai said, checking the straps on the equipment crates. "If you trip

a deep voice flowed in from behind her. Rex had heard the small scuffle of feet through the dirt a while ago, so he was sure besides Kiri, that he was the only one not surprised someone had entered their space unseen. The man called Skul was a tall, tanned-skinned, leanly muscled man who wore a thin white tunic with gold embroidered edges around the short sleeves and neckline, a green crystal on a thin leather band around his neck, long blonde hair, sharp cheekbones and piercing blue eyes. When he smiled at Rex, he had a set of perfect white teeth. He had pants that stopped at red banded embroidery that ended just below the knee, showing off sculpted calf muscles, and no shoes, looking back

Julian laid out the special clothing on the bed, a sleek, jet-black tactical suit, fitted to Cecil’s form. It was flexible enough for stealth movement, but lined with hidden compartments and reinforced seams. Lightweight, breathable, and deadly quiet. Perfect for slipping undetected into enemy territory. “Where did you even get this?” Cecil asked as she slipped the suit on, running her fingers over the reinforced stitching and small side pockets. Julian didn’t look up. He was inspecting a vial filled with translucent liquid. “Let’s just say... It’s a prototype we keep in storage at the Federation HQ—for situations that require more... discretion.”

Every instinct screams at me to turn back to the safety of the bridge. The canopies of the remaining pods suddenly open, exposing my companions still in hibernation, utterly unaware of the impending danger. The monitors have either malfunctioned, or this is a safety device. I force myself not to panic as my breathing becomes labored from the lack of oxygen. I have almost reached Beth. She stares up at me, and I can see relief in her eyes. There is no time to consider the consequences. I rip out her tubes and remove the restraints. Globular clusters of blood and fluid float upward to the widening fracture and disappear. Beth stretches out a hand, “Skye, help me,” she whispers.

He wore a dark black suit, like those thieves in the books. As he approached slowly, he looked at me up and down, enjoying the view of me in the tight garment with cut-off sleeves. I had also shortened the dress to end just above my knees. Before my rough tailoring job on it, it was the perfect Slayer war outfit. Slayers like Mom and Dad do not wear everyday garments because rushing into battle can induce brocade to tear.

He said, "This is an 'impenetrable armor' that I ordered to be custom made. It can't be penetrated by ordinary cold weapons, but every inch of it costs a lot. It's expensive, so wear it only when you really need it." Hilda took the impenetrable armor from him with a dumbfounded expression on her face. Is this for me? Following that, Nathan took out a black skin tight battle suit and said, "This is bulletproof and tear resistant. The first thing that comes to a person's mind when fighting with women is to tear their clothes, but this suit can't be torn. It's also comfortable to wear in the summer since it dissipates heat quickly." Huh?!

Bled as many men as she possibly could. "I can assure you, they suffered a greater loss." I countered and stalked to the bed, undoing my leather corset in the process. It might have been extremely useful in battle, but it also held a certain air of persuasion around it. Flexible metal plated the inside, to ensure knives and swords couldn't easily penetrate my body. Kevlar was sewed into the lining, to stop bullets from hitting any major organs. A suit made for killing. Even seduction. I followed Amelia's eyes as she took in every inch of me. They trailed longingly from neck to ankle, envisioning what I had underneath. The few extra pounds I had when I met Julian, vanished over night when the

He used his combat knife to pry open the top latch of a reinforced green transit case. "Jackpot, Sovereign," Tristan murmured, turning to show me the contents. Inside sat six military-grade tactical suits woven from dense, kinetic-absorbent somato-fiber—lightweight, heat-regulating armor designed to interface directly with advanced military implants like LUS. Beside them lay four high-capacity pulse rifles, complete with two dozen sealed energy cells, three cases of heavy armor-piercing anti-materiel rounds, and four automated perimeter defense turrets still packed in factory grease.

It looked more like military armor than the older spacesuits. "Hopefully, not any bodies." I got the supplies from our closet, handing Javier one of the second skin suits that went on under the actual space suit so we didn't freeze when we were out there. "Put this on," I ordered, stripping down into my sports bra and briefs to keep as little friction between me and the second skin as possible. The more clothing, the colder you'd be. Fortunately, I was quite comfortable with my body, so I had no reservations about stripping down. Besides Javier had already seen me in my sportswear last night.

Three sleds disabled. Two functional. Then the two functional ones surfaced. They came up at the basin's edge on the western side, the entry points of the aquatic suits breaking the surface with minimal splash. The suits were sleek and dark, built for exactly the environment they'd been in — full coverage, sealed, with the helmet-mounted systems that gave them the Archive's standard situational awareness package. Each of them was carrying a standard Archive sedative rifle in one hand. And in the other hand, a canister that Silas identified from the deployment documentation before either of them activated it.