Voltron Suits Novels & Stories

"...I'm already wearing mine." My eyes sweep down his frame, finally taking in his full ensemble. The low-waisted purple suit pants, the long, purple suit jacket left wide open over bare chest, and those two sharp, green war-paint stripes painted down his cheekbones. He looks like a dark, ridiculously gorgeous villain straight out of a comic book–a twisted, modern Joker. "What are you waiting for, sweetheart? Put it on."

It was a masterpiece. It didn't look like Torin’s bulky, spiked magma-iron Vanguard plate. It was aggressively sleek, possessing a terrifying, minimalist geometry. The matte-black void metal didn't reflect the ambient light of the foundry; it seemed to absorb it, making the suit look like a perfectly tailored shadow. The interlocking plates covering the chest, spine, and limbs were seamless, sliding over each other with absolute, frictionless silence. There were no massive steam-exhaust ports. There were no visible joints. It was a flawless, premium aesthetic born of pure, apocalyptic physics.

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.

Behind him, ten warriors stand like statues, their uniforms neat, their expressions unreadable. Beside him, Alpha Dorian Vex emerges, adjusting the cuffs of his black leather coat. Unlike Elias, Dorian carries an aura of cool confidence rather than brute force. His high cheekbones and sharp, calculating eyes make him appear almost regal. His jet black hair is slicked back, a single silver streak cutting through one side. He wears a fitted black combat suit with a silver wolf emblem stitched over his heart. His ten warriors follow him closely, their matching dark attire giving them a ghostly presence.

That was good enough. In contrast, Colviss wore a highly flexible, multilayered mesh suit. It held thin slivers of adaptive armor plates staggered in between each of those layers. Her high-powered rifle hung on a sling across her chest, a baton strapped to her right thigh, and her sidearm in a cross-draw configuration on the left side of her waist.

The bullet and the claws hit the vampire at a time. Anthony paused for a second of realization, then he put down his weapons and combat backpack. The claws and bullets hit the war suit and dropped on the floor. The vampire's war suit was as real as his father's. It absorbed weapons and powers and was immune to them. Unless the war suit was made by his father, taking off the facemask disabled the suit and let weapons and powers pass through. Only his father's war suit absorbs weapons and powers without the mask. Before his father passed, he instilled a lot of knowledge in him, including knowledge of the war suit.

Hunter and the others beat their chests as if they were making a declaration with serious expressions and firm looks in their eyes. Sienna nodded, thought about it, then said, “By the way, I asked Orpheus to make battle suits and weapons for the team. He won’t be staying at the Universal Atrium during this period of time, so you should take care of everything in and out of the Universal Atrium.” Upon hearing this, everyone’s eyes brightened up as they asked, “Battlesuits? Weapons? Boss, what kind? Will it be cool?” Sienna did not answer and said perfunctorily, “Wait and you will find out in a few days. Okay then, I’m leaving.”

I couldn't imagine that. “When I got to the Venator Watch, I was greeted by such a totally rude, ancient quirk. She took me back with her, where they gave me a uniform. You know, those blue full body suits that look like a Star Trek suit has been paired with an astronaut's clothing. " That comparison made me chuckle softly as I reached out my arm for the hold button and stood up. But unfortunately she wasn't entirely wrong either. Another reason I didn't want to wear these things.

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.

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.”