Halo: Ashes of Eternal Night

Shotgun Vigilante

Watch Me Burn
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"Commander on deck!" one Marine snapped to attention, as did the rest of the barracks.

A couple of ODSTs nudged each other to recognize the pair of silver burnished oak clusters on Jaeger's neck and his wrists. He was wearing the dark synthetic material almost glued to his lean, wiry physique. There were several components that comprised the nanocomposite bodysuit. The inner skinsuit was made of a moisture-absorbing synthetic material linked to an environmental control computer and the occupant's neural interface. It controls the suit's temperature and actively changes how the suit fits the user. On top of the inner skinsuit is a gel-filled layer, which regulates the temperature of the suit and can change its density to conform to the wearer's shape.

The temperature inside the suit is controlled by the moisture-absorbing cloth suit underneath the hydrostatic layer. The hydrostatic gel layer can also be pressurized to various levels to potentially save the wearer's life if the wearer is subjected to high G forces or a high-velocity impact. However, over-pressurizing this layer could potentially cause nitrogen embolisms. Then, between the outer plates and the inner padding, there is a layer of piezoelectric liquid crystal that deforms along a preferred axis when exposed to an electric charge.

This layer acts as a sheath or suit of artificial muscle. This reactive piezoelectric effect increases the mobility, speed, and all-around physical performance of the suit's user, doubling their strength and increasing the reaction time of the user by a multiple of five. The material is amorphous, which circumvents a major obstacle in its design: custom fitting millions of the polygonal pieces under the second armor layer. Knitted together at a molecular level, the liquid crystal material is merely "poured" into a multilayered Sierpinski capillary system where microelectronic fields can direct crystallization geometries. The only downfall is the material's production, which involves classified super-toxic precursor materials and requires a zero-gravity environment.



The MJOLNIR nanocomposite bodysuit is sandwiched between the external armor, and the internal padding is a thick black armored bodysuit. This suit has many functions, small but vital to the safety and survival of the wearer. The bodysuit is made of a titanium-based material, making it robust and yet adaptable. It also serves as another layer of protection against ballistic attacks, and is coated with a heat-resistant material to disperse heat from plasma weapons.

This makes hand-to-hand combat easier, but also makes the armor troublesome to adjust to. A slight motion can be translated into a potentially harmful one if not conducted correctly. For this reason, Spartans can only use the armor, as their strengthened muscles and bones can withstand the increased power and speed of movement. In unaugmented human bodies, a simple flex results in the system returning a reactive backlash that can break bones and tear muscles, causing the cascade of agony-induced muscle spasms to be further inflicted back onto the wearer, killing them in seconds.

Biofoam injectors are an integral part of the system's ability to keep a Spartan-II functioning in battle. Biofoam is a medical gel used to fill and seal a wound automatically. It is also used to treat any infection that could occur due to the wound. The process of injecting, or applying the gel to a wound is extremely painful and is only a temporary solution; medical attention must be sought soon after to ensure survivability.

Finally, reactive circuits are systems directly linked to the Spartan neural interface. They amplify the wearer's reaction time by connecting directly to the thoughts of the wearer, making it much easier to control and allowing the soldier to be both more efficient and have a higher survival rate in combat. A lockdown system protects muscles and joints from traumatic, high-impact injuries by seizing the suit into a rigid posture by modifying the density of the hydrostatic gel layer.

Micheal, who stepped into the barracks, suited up except for his helmet that many swore would swallow their heads. The man was a beast, a force to be reckoned with, but he followed Albrecht almost like a faithful companion, a pet. The Spartan II's armor was white with orange stripes down the arms. He had a Mark V-type helmet, no doubt upgraded. Albrecht looked like a piss ant to the deeply tanned Michael with cropped black hair and deep, vivid blue eyes that II's were known for, they were always otherworldly appearing. Albrecht, however, was a Spartan III. III's were generally considered sufficient enough to get a job done. They were often considered subpar compared to a Spartan-II. III's were...expendable, acceptable losses. However, the only real differences were the thyroid implant which made II's imposing and they weren't reliant on chems or prone to berserker rages like III's. Nevertheless, with all the hype and legacy Spartan II's didn't have the dreaded Headhunters.

No group in the Spartan ranks could cause quite the shit storm a pair of III's could; sent long-range, deep into enemy territory. Every breath they breathed was made to last, every drop of blood made to be earned. Survival was never the plan, just causing as much damage as they could. Taking the heads, skulls and other trophies deemed otherwise incongruent with regulations. It was no wonder the Covenant had to make their own version to counter the menace plaguing their supply lines, harassing their defenses, or probing their intelligence. Commander Jaeger looked around at the lot in the barracks until he found what he was looking for.

It was a Spartan-II; large fellow, not as big as Michael but big enough with red, flaming hair and a grizzled beard. He was minding his business, his eyes fixated in a thousand-yard gaze as he had his Stanchion propped up against the wall. "Well, I think we found number 3..."

@Soverign
 
"What was that?! Repeat Damn you!" Vaiga screamed into his com link "Hold out we are......wo minutes out" His hand gripping the back of his teammates armor pulling her back into cover. Her leg snapped to the left and the heavy Thump Thump Thump of her pistol going off in response to the alien battle roars. His com link fed static into his ears and Vaiga laid Xena down crouching just to the left making his sniper rifle hammer shells at the charging foe. Two elites with shields damaged by the pistol shots were ripped from their feet. The last two crippled the commander parting his leg at the second knee joint and his blade arm.

Grabbing her again he pulled. One handed he fired again and again till his rifle was dry. Arm shattered in three places he roared getting her behind cover "Your.....an idiot" He heard her voice say to him. The one to one link between them still active "Shut it. Report on injuries" He heard a gurgle and a nasty cough he knew meant serious internal injuries. But her voice was as calm as ever "A cut here, bruise there. I'm fine" She tried to get up but his foot was on her shoulder "Stop being stupid. Let me up" He looked down only for a second as he fired again from his sniper rifle "Your not dying here" His voice surprising him as he heard panicked emotion. He felt tears on his cheeks "I don't think...I, or you, have a chance to change that" He paused looking down taken aback by her words. Then was smacked as something hit his chest. And a terrible crunch filled his senses.

-- Present, Eternity Barracks--

Vaiga took a breath. He had done it again. Looking down between his fingers the twin sets of dog tags held in his left hand. The thumb rubbing one of the sets. As a result of the habit the one he rubbed was often polished and clean. While the other which held his name and information was dulled and battle worn. Putting the necklace around his neck he shook himself from the dreadful memory then saw the two looking at him. He had taken the most secluded section he could find. Out of all the Barrack's on the Eternity this was the most secluded. Towards the back he had his own section. He turned his back to the pair watching him as he placed his rifle on the work bench. Or rather, her rifle. Shaking his head again he got to work "Can I help you? Or are you simply here to watch me?" He said the words with a coldness and annoyance but otherwise kept doing his task.