Forging the Hunter

[Nyos Val]

(http://starwarsrp.net/topic/41805-inval-hunter-armor/#entry611070)

Sitting in his machine shop, Nyos was rolling over plans about a new set of armor. He'd recently acquired Taozin shell and he knew of its properties and wanted to make something of them.

First he would need to shape the shell into plates for the armor, set up the electronics, and attach a power supply to run the HUD. Over the station comms, Nyos buzzed his mechanic and assistant droids.

"I need all Z2 and Z4 droids to report to the workshop. We have a project to begin."

 

[Nyos Val]

The droids had all joined Nyos in the workshop. The mechanics droids were tasked with slicing the shell into pieces for the area of the armor. While Nyos and the assistant droids were working on wiring up a flexisteel bodysuit that the techs had made.

The Taozin shell was proving too tough for the droids current attachments, so the techs had them all fitted with diamond saw blades. This made the progress move much quicker. They had the specs of the plates cut out in a little over an hour.


Nyos and the other droids were busy feeding wire into the weave of the bodysuit and into the inner lining of the armor, under the padding. Nyos himself was working on the special features that would go into the suit. A standard high-def holo-recorder, military grade thermal scanner and various other tech. He was machining the parts for the attachments and wiring when the assistant droids informed him they were done wiring...now on to the next step.

 

[Nyos Val]

The Z4 droids were off on their own side of the workshop working on the plates of Taozin shell that was the reason Nyos had spent millions to get. Each chitin plate was about one to two inches thick, they'd shaped plates for the chest, arms, torso, legs and back. Next step was attaching the plates to the Flexisteel bodysuit without restricting movement. Nyos had to run the droids and be their 'model' as he had donned the bodysuit and the droids were attaching the plates.

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The armor fit nicely and with little restrictions besides the obvious super acrobatic moves. Nyos spent a few minutes running around the shop jumping, flipping, and simulating combat style movements. Then he had a few assistants shoot him. The armor took the bolts almost effortlessly. He felt the impacts but looked down to witness the energy dispersing like evaporating water.

The helmet was next. Nyos had run into problems with the scanner and the life support. They weren't reading at 100% efficiency. Which in battle meant the difference between life and death.

 

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The suit was in a standard working order, but the issues with the helmet continued. After taking off the suit, Nyos spent hours tinkering with the thermal scanner and holo-recorder. The problem lie within the motherboard, the systems weren't compatible. So nyos had to manufacture new motherboards that could work together with the suits controls.

A program was written by the tech teams that would mash the systems into one inside the suits computer. The systems were connected, and a trial run was initiated. Nyos discovered a slight miscalculation in the scanners programming that gave the readings a fuzzing reading. What was returning looked like the scan was interrupted during the return of the scanning waves. Nyos adjusted the bug and tried the test again. This time with success.

The holo-recorder was working as well, but the memory wasn't registering, so it effectively became a secondary viewing port. That was not what Nyos had intended. The memory chip was scanned by an assistant.

Sir, it appears there is a malfunction in the software that erases new data as its received. I can fix it but it will probably just need a complete overhaul on the program itself.

Alright, get to it. I'll focus on the armor in the meantime.

 

[Nyos Val]

With the teams split up, they were covering more ground in less time. Nyos called for break after seven hours of non-stop work. The crew went tot he meal hall, joined by Nyos. The teams joked and laughed. It was nice to see all these bright minds in one place. A place Nyos created for them.

An assistant approached Nyos as he ate.

Sir, I was thinking. The species on this planet are Ysalamir right? Why don't we add that to the armor? Collect specimen and create a containment field for them to be attached to the armor. You said this is for hunting Sith, right? What better way to combat them then to take away what makes them special.

Why, I do believe that would be an excellent idea. Once we are done, take a team and capture some. Watch for the Vornskr.

After finishing his meal, Nyos returned with others to the workshop where the assistant from before had set up his team and were heading out.

 

[Nyos Val]

Nyos let the Z2's continue work on the suit, polishing up the system controls, installing the repaired scanner and recorder and adding the environmental controls and life support.

He and a few Z4's went to work on creating the containment fields for the Ysalamir. Since the reptiles needed food constantly, he had some bio-engineers synthesize nutrients from the vegetation that the lizards thrived on.They would be fed through a series of tubes and into a latching port where the Ysalamir would reside.

The containment field would be attached externally to the back of the suit, which is where the cape hooks would come in hand. Nyos had a Terentatek jacket that the crew attached over the back of the armor. to both hide and protect the little allies. It would be 'draped' over the shoulders of the armor to conceal the containment chamber which was made from transparisteel.

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The containers would feature a vacuum seal and an hour of life support would the occasion arise. Made to be about backpack size(two feet) to fir the lizards, the tank would need to be refilled every few days. This nutrient frame would allow the Ysalamir to survive outside of its normal habitat and not starve. Climate controlled to the surface's normal temperature, the creature would be as comfortable as possible. With the calibrations set, they were 70% done with the suit.

 

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On the surface the team of scientists gathered in the shipping station with a team of security officers. They were to search for Ysalamir for Nyos' project below. The lead on the adventure was the assistant who'd come up with the idea, a young man by the name of Ross Hallman. Ross was a young upstart out of the Corellian University. The four man team of scientists and the four man security team walked to the exit doors.

Alright, you lot stay with us, there are vornskr and they are hungry. Keep a tight line and don't go wondering off. Now lets move.

The captain of the security team waved his hand to the engineer in the control room to open the doors. Large bulkheads separated, giving way to a rush of fresh air and the scent of the plant-life beyond.

Once outside the teams began scanning the area for heat signatures and signs of life in the trees. Ysalamir clung to the trees with their claws, which they used to feed. The first trick was to find them, the second would be removing them without killing them. The last trick was making back without being eaten by the Vornksr.

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Security Captain Fel Marks lead the team into the forest. His eyes watching for signs of Vornskr. His three other officers armed with med-kits and Protectorate issue Ripper SMGs. They were wearing body armor and had the scientists boxed in for 360 protection. Each scientist was given a pistol for extreme circumstances only.

Keeps your eyes on the prize and get your geckos so we can get back in time for dinner, clear?

Then, as he spoke, he heard the howl off in the distance. THAT howl signaled that they were not alone. They would have company soon, and the scientists had minutes to find the Ysalamir before the adventure stopped and the survival began.

 

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In the distance, a pack of five Vornskr skulked in the underbrush of the forest. The leader of the pack smelled something, to which he howled. Alerting the rest of the pack that prey was near. He could sense it, he bolted. Running with the speed no normal man could attain, over roots, under low hanging branches and between trees he ran. Soon he was joined by his pack, all chomping at the bit to get at whatever the pack leader had sensed. Pushed by hunger they ran as fast as they could.

The feeling was getting closer, closer, closer. Over a rock and he could see the prey. A pack of humans, some clad in dark, bulky skin, others in white, vibrant skin. He howled again. A signal to charge...

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Captain Marks heard the second howl and signaled the team to form a circle. A scientist cried out, pointing at the vornskr on the rock, the one who'd called for friends. the captain raised his gun, and seven others primed as they prepared to fight. One scientist couldn't hold his guts and spewed on the back of the Captains boots.

Ross held his pistol out, hands shaking, scarred out of his mind as the vornskr charged the group. He couldn't wait, he fired. And again, and again, and again. Each shot, his hand grew more still. He realized he was calming down as a cacophony of fire erupted from the others.

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The pack leader ran at the first black skinned person he saw. Pouncing on him, a scream left the mouth of the man as claws dug into his flesh. The man flailed to get the pack leader off and blood from both parties started to color the leaves red. Rearing his head back to chomp the throat of the man, his side suddenly shot up with pain as he was lifted from his prey and flung to the ground. Rolling as he whimpered from the pain, the leader turned to see another dark skinned prey standing over its comrade who clutched his chest where the claws met meat. Lowering his body for another pounce, the vornskr leapt into the air, thinking it was about to taste flesh and fill its stomach, instead the foot of the prey came up and met the toothed mouth of the pack leader. Everything went black for the hunter.

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Marks straight kicked the vornksr that had attacked his ally. The thing fell limp. Turning his attention, the other two officers were firing at the circling hounds. Two scientists lay on the ground grovelling in pain from slash and bite wounds. The leader of the science team had his foot on the chest of a wounded vornskr and pumped a bolt into its head. They met eyes and nodded. Two more hounds went down in a hail of blaster fire. The last one bolted in fear. Once the attack was over, the team went to work looking after the wounded. The other officer that was wounded was being patched up and was screaming like a girl.

Oh hush up you big baby, it barely got you, jested Marks as the blood poured from him. He was trying to save the man from falling into shock.

Ross stood at the head of the group, back to scanning, but never putting away his pistol. You know those things don't have infinite ammo. You should reload son.

Oh, right. Thanks. Marks is it?

Yeah. What's your name kid?

Ross, Hallman. I think I may have found some Ysalamir. The attack stirred a few and their heat sigs appear to be moving nearby.

Alright, lets get em, I'll call for a medical team to grab the wounded and we can get the hell back home.

Sounds good...

 

[Nyos Val]

Back in the shop, Nyos and the droids had finished with the system refabs, and were placing the tech together when the security office called, alerting him the search team was returning.

Nyos went up the lift to meet them as medical teams rushed the doors. Nyos was concerned for his crew. He ran towards the door to see what had happened. Captain Marks and the young scientist from before walked in with a wounded officer between them. The others came in similarly.

What happened, Marks?

You should see the other guys. He jested as he hefted the wounded man to the waiting medical teams. Ross and Marks walked over to Nyos.

We were attacked by vornskr. Three wounded, no casualties. The Ross held up a bag, inside something wriggled. Nyos reached in and pulled out an angry Ysalamir. It croaked and whipped its tail at Nyos.

Nyos smiled. Good work Ross, Marks. You all deserve rest and food. The first round is on me. Ross with me, Marks you are to give me a report by tomorrow.

What's up sir?

I need you to finish the work you started. Tech down stairs had been working on your idea and I need you to lead it until it's done. Can you do that for me son?

Yes Sir! A smile crossed both of their faces.

The medical teams took the wounded to the medical bay for treatment and the rest made for their bunks to rest.

Marks was talking to the other security officers about a debrief and they all split for their respective duties.

Nyos went back down to the workshop with Ross and would finish their armor together.

 

[Nyos Val]

Everything was coming together. The equipment was finally working properly, the suit was formed and the Ysalamir was surviving in the container pack.

Nyos , again, donned the suit of armor and tested all of the systems. He could successfully scan the room, record video and zoom the viewport up to x10 normal. The life support functioned and the Ysalamir was being fed. Then he turned to Ross.

Shoot me, dead center. Lets see what this thing has.

Ross pointed a pistol at Nyos and fired, the suit took the hit, Nyos grunted from the impact and when the smoke cleared, nothing but a tiny char was left.

It'll buff out sir. Ross laughed.

They had completed the suit and it was ready for battle. Nyos was proud of the work his teams had done. All of the droids were getting maintainance done, techs were enjoying drinks and food and the wounded were going to be fine. Nyos shook Ross' hand and they went about their business.

Good kid that one, Nyos spoke to the Ysalamir. It croaked in response.

[Fin]