You suddenly jolt awake, momentarily disoriented before you realise that you are sleeping on the sofa. Oh well, it was better than dealing with the nest of wasps in your room. Wincing as you experience a slight pain near your right shoulder, you rub the area next to your relatively newly replaced arm, the area beside the augment still sore from the surgery.
An obnoxiously loud whooping sound comes from the entrance to the apartment block, audible only due to its sheer volume. Sighing, you were about to tell the owner of the voice to shut up when someone does it for you.
"DARIUS, WILL YOU SHUT UP?!"
Turning to Lecia, your awakened roommate tiredly staggering through the doorway of her own bedroom. "Kinda trying to sleep here, you know." You manage to say before the door to your apartment is unlocked, allowing a very happy Darius - who was lugging a large grey crate behind him - entrance. The heavily augmented hulk of a man drags the crate behind him, softly kicking the door shut as he goes, depositing it in the centre of the room.
Darius was around six foot three, and spent most of his time either at the gym or with the other militiamen, although having both of his arms replaced with augs meant that a lot of the working out he did had no effect on his muscle mass. His augs were a deep crimson, which according to Darius was patriotic because Cesatar's flag was red. You couldn't give less of a toss.
Lecia had a minimal amount of augs, having had an aversion to surgery since an accident several years ago, the details of which she kept to herself and her family. All you knew was that both of her eyes had been replaced with cybernetic versions, the irises of which glowed a soft green in the darkness.
Eyeing the grey crate before you and the grinning Darius, you decide to bite the bullet. "Alright, Darius, show us whatever new toys you've got so I can go the fuck to sleep."
Darius flips several catches on the meter or so tall crate and pushes the lid open, revealing...
"Isn't it cool?" Darius says, lifting one of the battlesuits out of the crate. "They're covered with a layer of ceramic, have a single layer of Kevlar, then a layer of anti-kinetic gel, then another layer of Kevlar! This thing's equal to almost seven inches of Kevlar!"
You scrutinise the suspiciously thin battlesuit, slowly examining it as Darius rattles off its specifications and model and so forth. It couldn't have been thicker than your wrist. Then again, the A-K gel sounded pretty good for stopping bullets, coupled with two layers of Kevlar and one of ceramic...
Darius proudly lifts two more suits out of the crate, both of which were much more bulky when compared to the first. "Don't worry, though, you guys! I managed to get two extra, so you can both join me when we test them against modern equipment on Sunday! First we're gonna put them on dummies and fire at them to see if they hold up, then we're gonna..."
Darius' voice fades out as you think on what he just said. Darius' militia group usually got old hand-me-downs from the military and apparently this was no exception. Looking at the suit Darius was holding up you can see a date from fifteen years ago stitched in tiny letters into a fabric area not covered by ceramic. Interesting.
Suddenly, you hear a crash from outside, and the lights to out. What the hell?
Fuck it. Might as well see what's going on.
"Darius, hand me one of those bloody things. That didn't sound good, whatever it was. Lecia, put one of those things on and guard the apartment. You're with me, Darius. Bring your flashlight and put some rubber bullets into your pistol, we might have a burglar on our hands..."
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