Voltron Suits Novels & Stories

With a restrained bellow, he projected his pure vigor, casting it into the shape of a body armor with a golden-red sheen. The crowd around him was left gaping in shock—Troy actually had such a powerful champion under his command?! "Haha! This is a secret technique of Volsung Sect—the Golden Dragon Carapace! With this, I won't fear even peak Ascendant ranks!" Kilian sneered as he watched Frank charged at him, clearly overestimating himself. Given Frank's condition, the recoil alone would pulverize his body and kill him instantly. Troy's eyes had lit up when he saw the majestic armor covering Kilian too.

“Focus. Just like I teach you.” Natasha inhaled, her chest rising as the green lightning bolt emblem circumscribed with a snake of the same color glinted in the sunlight. She was in her emerald super suit that had thin blue strips running down her arms and legs to her boots. Sang had exclaimed when he had seen her put on the suit. He had seen it vanish inside the belt that was now strapped around Natasha's waist and then sprung out from the same belt that Natasha had worn over a loose shirt and pants. “Nanotechnology,” Lucas had explained.

Regal rubbed his temples in frustration. " Toys? Who told you these are toys? " Tess furrowed her brows. She looked offended. "E-er it's nothing, carry on haha carry on." Regal was instantly intimated by the authority she emanated. "These are power suits, I got them custom- made and tested by the best. Damn Alfred is good, years of being his apprentice riding go to waste." Tess muttered the last past to herself gingerly as she caressed the weird looking vests. "Call the representatives of the man of war and the shadow assassins. We need to go over the war strategy." Tess ordered with a smile on her face.

The containment was trickier. This suit was developed to keep me in human form while also making sure I could be useful to Segundus. The suit itself is like a containment pod in the form of a large drake, with arm and leg extensions connected to a torso-like cage and topped with a helm to both hide my appearance and to change the way I see the world--with a very limited scope. The collar Tritus had developed to transport dangerous criminals was the basis of the connecting rings that hold the helm in place. While in this suit I cannot take my true form, although I learned over time that there are ways to work around that as long as you only shift small parts of my body, like my fingernails or

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.