A snippet that's been in the works since Sylia's respec at Terra Volta, this is mainly to explain how her MORE
durable armor is the thinner one.
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Priss walked in on Sylia, only to find the woman elbow deep not in bills or paperwork as she'd imagined, but the interior of a holographic interface, with
armatures surrounding the extended form of her hardsuit. The singer blinked, before walking up behind the other woman. "Making some upgrades?"
"In a manner of speaking," Sylia said. "I was involved in preventing a raid on Terra Volta the other day. Unfortunately, while it's a great
power source, the reactor itself is not a very contained radiation source. And during the fight, there were times when the shields failed and my armor was
directly exposed."
Priss looked at her with a slight hint of worry. "Exposed? You're not going to get cancer or anything, are you?"
"Not really, no. My life support shielding remained intact...barely. After I built the Mk. II armor, I adjusted the durability. Rather than relying on
armor strength like our old hardsuits, it's lighter and uses variable field generators."
"Say what?" Priss asked. Sylia laughed at her expression.
"Basically, it protects me by generating a variety of forcefields that absorb damage instead of the suit," she said, adjusting her hand positioning
in the holodisplay to rotate a piece in the hologram of her hardsuit. Priss noticed several of the small arms move to replicate the procedure. "However,
they can only be pushed so far," she noted, opening a panel in the chest and pulling out a blob of green goop. "This was one of the old field
projectors," she said. "It's pretty much gone, given it originally looked like a circuit board with a crystal in it."
Priss looked at her in alarm and Sylia shrugged. "It's a dangerous job. If Terra Volta'd gone down, the entire War Wall system would've
collapsed. Rikti would've hit every place in the city. Not to mention the deaths caused by the teleportation grid shutting down, life support in hospitals,
containment on a half dozen projects, people stuck in mid teleport when it went off..." Priss's expression darkened at the list, and Sylia smiled,
patting her arm comfortingly. "Don't be concerned for me. I consulted a doctor shortly after and they assure me there's no lingering
effects."
"....you should've at least brought me along," Priss grumbled. Sylia chuckled. "A little too high level for you, I'm afraid, my dear.
Your security level wouldn't let you in the building, even vouched for. Someone's been slacking...." she smiled, sing-songing slightly.
Priss scowled. "That's not my fault! I mean....I'm looking for a place that'll let me perform....and helping Linna find herself an apartment
in Galaxy....she's trying to talk me out of staying in my trailer in the Hollows and room with her so we can split rent, though I say if she wants to save
on money, she can come out and live in my trailer. It's not like there's not enough room..."
Sylia smiled as she listened to Priss go on, continuing with her work. It was wonderful having everyone back home again...
---
"Oh, silver blade, forged in the depths of the beyond. Heed my summons and purge those who stand in my way. Lay
waste."
durable armor is the thinner one.
****
Priss walked in on Sylia, only to find the woman elbow deep not in bills or paperwork as she'd imagined, but the interior of a holographic interface, with
armatures surrounding the extended form of her hardsuit. The singer blinked, before walking up behind the other woman. "Making some upgrades?"
"In a manner of speaking," Sylia said. "I was involved in preventing a raid on Terra Volta the other day. Unfortunately, while it's a great
power source, the reactor itself is not a very contained radiation source. And during the fight, there were times when the shields failed and my armor was
directly exposed."
Priss looked at her with a slight hint of worry. "Exposed? You're not going to get cancer or anything, are you?"
"Not really, no. My life support shielding remained intact...barely. After I built the Mk. II armor, I adjusted the durability. Rather than relying on
armor strength like our old hardsuits, it's lighter and uses variable field generators."
"Say what?" Priss asked. Sylia laughed at her expression.
"Basically, it protects me by generating a variety of forcefields that absorb damage instead of the suit," she said, adjusting her hand positioning
in the holodisplay to rotate a piece in the hologram of her hardsuit. Priss noticed several of the small arms move to replicate the procedure. "However,
they can only be pushed so far," she noted, opening a panel in the chest and pulling out a blob of green goop. "This was one of the old field
projectors," she said. "It's pretty much gone, given it originally looked like a circuit board with a crystal in it."
Priss looked at her in alarm and Sylia shrugged. "It's a dangerous job. If Terra Volta'd gone down, the entire War Wall system would've
collapsed. Rikti would've hit every place in the city. Not to mention the deaths caused by the teleportation grid shutting down, life support in hospitals,
containment on a half dozen projects, people stuck in mid teleport when it went off..." Priss's expression darkened at the list, and Sylia smiled,
patting her arm comfortingly. "Don't be concerned for me. I consulted a doctor shortly after and they assure me there's no lingering
effects."
"....you should've at least brought me along," Priss grumbled. Sylia chuckled. "A little too high level for you, I'm afraid, my dear.
Your security level wouldn't let you in the building, even vouched for. Someone's been slacking...." she smiled, sing-songing slightly.
Priss scowled. "That's not my fault! I mean....I'm looking for a place that'll let me perform....and helping Linna find herself an apartment
in Galaxy....she's trying to talk me out of staying in my trailer in the Hollows and room with her so we can split rent, though I say if she wants to save
on money, she can come out and live in my trailer. It's not like there's not enough room..."
Sylia smiled as she listened to Priss go on, continuing with her work. It was wonderful having everyone back home again...
---
"Oh, silver blade, forged in the depths of the beyond. Heed my summons and purge those who stand in my way. Lay
waste."