Voltron Suits Novels & Stories

And what he saw was formidable. With the combat suits, they were more giants than men. From his vantage point, Joseph roughly guessed them to be 9–10 feet tall. The shape of their suits were bulky and humanoid. The black, fishbowl-like, armorplast visors further enhanced their metallic monstrosity. Turning them like those one-eyed abominations of ancient Earth myth— a "cyclop", or something like that. Most of their suits' body were painted blood-red, further giving them a monstrous demeanor.

Damian asked, indicating him and Tracy. “I want you two to double down. Get everyone you can to this press conference.” “On it,” they said unison. “Look at you,” Captain Whitlock marveled. “You aren’t that little punk ass kid anymore, huh?” “No, I’m not.” About an hour later, everything was in place much to Captain Whitlock’s satisfaction. Lucien’s suit had been delivered and he was upstairs changing. It was a peak-lapel three-piece suit from Gucci with a subtle diamond print and a shirt and tie in two different types of vertical stripes. A crisp, white shirt completed the look. Steve, of course, sent along some dazzling extras. A burgundy pocket square, a vintage tie pin, some of Gucci’s ag

I found the room Doc James had mentioned, and as promised, it was stocked with many weapons and even bombs. I quickly found some clothes and switched into an all-black combat suit. The gear was made for action, with a sleek, tactical look. The top was snug but padded for protection, with plenty of pockets for gear. The fabric was tough yet flexible, perfect for moving swiftly. The pants had adjustable straps and compartments for extra ammo and tools. Overall, the suit fit like a glove, designed to blend into the shadows and keep my weapons within reach. “Seriously, I wonder why all battle clothes are black,” I muttered as I pulled the suit over my head.

Temperature: -60°C. The Valkyrie (a prototype VTOL dropship stolen from the Syndicate and repainted) roared through the blizzard. Inside, the Shield Team was gearing up. They weren't wearing rags anymore. They wore Mark V Exoskeletons—sleek, insulated, powered armor designed by Sterling Corp. Jack checked his heavy rotary cannon. "I hope they have heat... I hate the cold." "Approaching target," the pilot announced. "Station 5 is dark. No heat signatures."

On the other two, a variety of different gear was set out for those that completed the test. Sylvie had bought things that could help us during the battle. There were communication devices that everyone would wear, which would wrap around the neck and an earpiece connected to hook into the ear. She had thought ahead about how we wouldn’t be able to link with everyone, but we needed to be able to keep a connection. There were also different colors and sizes of suits for everyone to wear that were like what we had. When someone shifted, the suit wouldn’t tear, and it would also fit them in wolf form. Sitting on the bleachers next to Kierian, I looked at the suits. “I don’t know why I didn’t th

The suits were ready in two days. They were this full-body, extremely fitting like-a-second-skin, midnight blue, superhero-like suits. They clung to the bodies of the soldiers like wet polyester and were as tough as metal when struck from the outside. However, they weren't heavy neither did the soldiers feel like they were wearing the toughest and strongest uniform on earth. Impenetrable.

Many of them wore armor as well. “I don’t care who you are or what your background is. The Iron family’s Cooter Armor has been exchanged with Tyr and Dragun Squad. Hence, I will never allow anyone else to snatch the armor in Southern Sea City, as that is against my family’s rules.” Vulcan’s wrist was covered in a thick layer of wrist armor at the time, and it gave people a cyberpunk vibe from the looks of it. “If you don’t have a death wish, get the f*ck out of here right now!” he said sternly to Grenn and others.

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.

He unzipped it, revealing stacks of what looked like black fabric. "And one more thing," he said, pulling out a tactical vest and a pair of trousers. "I know the toll the transformations take on your equipment. It’s hard to lead a revolution when you’re constantly scavenging for clothes." I ran my fingers over the material. It felt cool, like silk, but as soon as I applied pressure, it firmed up, resisting my touch. "When your bone structure expands during a shift, the suit expands with you. It won't shred; it becomes a second skin that retracts perfectly when you return to human form."

’ I smiled gratefully at him before focusing my attention on the Leviathan before us that we were following. “Looks like we’re getting closer, sis. Helighor looks like he’s slowing down.” Byron observed and stood at my other side. “Oh, they there um…Duke?” He greeted the turtle metahuman. “It’s Falco.” I corrected him as Skyr, and I got up to prepare ourselves. The tip of the Triton rested on my belt and around the familiar white Atlantean battlesuit that they got for me. The others wore the same uniform and helmet to keep us connected in battle.