Yes. You took some slow deep breaths and thought. While it WAS true most of your supplies had been incinerated in this fire, your suit itself was a veritable survival kit in and of itself. It was made of durable Steather, an amalgam of steel and leather. It was nearly impossible to rip or tear, and highly flame resistant.The codpiece was totally impervious to harm. Bullets, fire, ice, hell,you doubted Satan himself could hurt your balls through it. You knocked on it with a grin while you ran through the rest of the suits analysis. The suit as a whole didn't grant invinciblity but its ruggedness would significantly soften the damge from any fall you might take. The knuckles and toes were reinforced and weighted and would add power to any unarmed attacks you might make.The gloves might be very useful.The palm and lower fingers and had rubber grips that would aid in climbing. They also shot out grapples to climb and swing around with. And affixed to the back of each heel there were mini jets. The fuel supply for them was very limited, only enough for one or two short uses, but it was still useful in a bind. Besides your suit though, you thankfully remembered you had, being a boy scout at one time, always remembered to be prepared. As such, you had secured a sampling of supplies in a large footlocker beneath your bed. You went to this now, Moona following silently behind you. You dragged it out and opened it. You retrieved from it an oldfashioned survival knife (The hollow kind with fish hooks, matches, the nifty compass on the end, etc.), an extra canteen of water, a moderately expansive medkit, multipurpose goggles (they could magnify, use night vison, or darken for bright conditions),2 tiny ear/mic walky-talkies, and last, but not least, 2 light blaster pistols complete with holsters. You strapped the survival knife to your right boot, hung your canteen on your belt,stuck one walky-talkie in your ear and handed the other to Moona who did the same with hers, wore the goggles, and realizing, with slight embarassment, you had nowhere to put the medkit you left it on your bed. The you set about strapping the guns to your belt when Moona interrupted with a tiff."Hey! Wait there Mr. Hotshot! What about me! I need a weapon!" You narrowed your eyes at her. Jake McDash dual wielded. Everyone knew that. Her eyes pleaded with you angrily. Saucily, even. "Okay,okay." You reached around her hips and secured one of the holsters to her belt. Jake McDash also watched out for the ladies, you reminded yourself."There you go little lady. Just don't go shooting yourself in the foot." Then, you strapped your one to your left side. You thought it looked lonely there, with its partner gone, but it might just have been your imagination.Oh well. Enough of this. it was time to formulate a plan. Thinking of a really good one you voiced it proudly.
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