Our Chaotic Order

35: Gratitude

^^ The Armory ^^

I saved the 'Mk6', and leaned back, closing my eyes as it rendered a physical prototype.

--- Greta's POV ---

"What is this?" A querulous voice snapped, waking me from my deep sleep.

I snapped awake, mumbling, and wiped drool from my cheek with my palms. "Wha-m?"

I blinked blearily, and hummed. A vaguely familiar man stood in front of me, gesturing angrily at the pile of sludge that was my Armor at the Moment.

"What is this?" He asked again.

"It... melted. The metallic composite is sup-yawn-posed to... computer, activate Icarus Protocol..." I mumbled, rubbing my eyes.

The liquid started forming up, creating wires, cogs, and other small parts, and soon stood as a full set of armor, before opening. I smiled at the dumbfounded man. "There's your upgrade, Icarus Mk6. Icarus Mk5 is the officers version." I looked at the holographic version of Mk5.

He sat down on my desk slowly, staring at the armor, then looked at me. "We can't use this."

"Why not?" I raised an eyebrow, fully awake now.

He crossed his arms. "It's obviously not mass-producible... and it's too advanced. It won't hold up. AND My armor is clearly superior in defensive capabilities. I have perfected the Order's Power Armor." He said arrogantly, annoyed with my creation, which he viewed as perfect in every way.

"Jay, run a simulation of a normal steel sword against Icarus Mk1, then against Mk4, 5, and 6." I said.

A simulation rendered, and cut a gouge in the armors chest plate, before snapping the blade. Dex smirked, until the Mk4-6 rendered, and the blade didn't even scuff it.

He opened his mouth to protest, but flame throwers were next; again, mine simply outclasses his. Magical attacks blistered his armor, but washed over mine, only serving to fuel it.

My mechanical assistance proved much more effective than his, as did the weight-pilot ratio. The weight of the Mk6 suit was something close to 200 pounds, but with the mechanical assistance, it felt as light as a set of silken cloth, whereas his own was close to 400 pounds.

My armor was more flexible, durable, and even its battery simply outclassed his 'perfected' model.

His jaw tightened with every test, and soon I heard his teeth creaking. I smiled. "I'm sure you realized this was going to happen? After all, I am a certified Master of The Craft and Alchemy. I am not an easy opponent. I apologize, however, if I have insulted you in any way, and I hope you understand that this was only possible because of your base model to work with, Mark One."

He slowly breathed, and nodded. "I'm positive you could've done this on your own... but thank you for your kind words. So my main concern is mass production. This details a special alloy, and a large Diamond. Not exactly common materials."

"Jay, how many of the Mk6's can we make with our current reserves of alloy and diamonds?" I asked.

"236, Milady, with enough for half a suit of repairs for each module included, though our reserves of diamonds stretch much further. We could easily make 10,000 Cores with our diamond reserves..."

"And Without that half a suit of repair?"

"... 354, Milady."

"Good. Copy down it's exact makeup into my notes, but leave it out of the Plans. Leave all sensitive data out of the plans, actually. This may go to hands that I don't want copying my work. In fact, encrypt every single bit of runic symbology, glyphs, and all other magic... and let's see what's else I can make simpler... hmm..." I smiled and tapped the armor.