By The_Ghostshell 11 Comments
"Time to let old things die."
"Soooo, whats she like? She sounds pretty. Is she pretty? I bet she's pretty. Smart...is she smart? She sounds smart, I bet she's really smart. She has to be really smart cause she's a doctor AND a Knightfall. Arent they all really smart? Yeah she's smart."
Ishmael said nothing. Instead he remained relaxed though disinterestedly silent with his arms folded across his chest
"Get to it Crixy. You called this little get together, so,"
un-tucking one hand for a moment before sliding it back into its previous position of subliminal postural power
"OH! Right, right sorry. I've been toying around with the previous specs. I've chipped and sculpted down your....his?... look? into a more form-fitting sheath of segmented aerodynamic protection. Your suit can now biodigitally generate superior kinetic force and in turn, trigger your fully optimized reactionary speed and enhanced some baseline physical attributes. Thanks to some of my own software, your new suit can translate external stimuli into your own accelerated speed. There's new Grip Feet; and I replaced your old grapnel system with a Quickflip tactical wrist grapnel. High-strain synthetic Aerthrium wire. As you requested I removed the cape and installed a back mounted Ion K12 Carbolitium Katana too."
the young techo mutant smiled with a sense of accomplishment as she watched Ishmael skeptically examine the possible replacement for his suit. A design made famous by countless others but historically so by one
"But here's where thing's get really cool. Check this out."
drawing the Ghostshell's attention to the obvious exclusion of the left'tsided eye-port
"The sheer fabric is just the initial layer, but beneath the mask the entire right side is a NEO digital sheath. Think of it as an internal optical cyclonic HUD. Your vision will balance out thanks to some genius biocosmetic tinkering. Your welcome. This should help filter out some of the visual noise you've been experiencing since...well, you know. But I believe...no more nose bleeds."
"No more nose bleeds."
Rubbing his chin, smirking with genuine satisfaction striding his fingers along the urban combat uniform's sharp lines and impressive contours, Ishmael parroted his young assistant
The specifics could be gone over later. No doubt Sequiter Crix had a data farm's worth of digitally backed-up information locked away. If no where else then deep within her genetically advanced mutant mind. It was the look that spoke to the inspired Strix. It was time to break away from the Knightfall inspired homage. Now more then ever, especially if he was going to take up an alliance alongside the reality displaced Knightfall Saint. A constant reminder of his failure and her brother's death could serve neither one of them very well.
"Well done kid. Well done."