It's been a couple of days since Kevyn and Petey set out to fabricate some new armor for the grunts. The grunts are starting to get just the tiniest bit impatient. . .
I wanna see the new stuff.
I wanna wear the new stuff.
I wanna let Kevyn wear the new stuff, and then I wanna punch him an' see how it holds up.
Impatience in this crowd is a rather dangerous state.
Okay everybody, your armor has arrived. Most of you will be wearing low-profile impact suits with moderate inertiic systems. You'll be able to blend into a crowd and take fire with no damage.
These are woven out of a powered-fullerene fabric, with micro-annie plants in the belts. Handguns stay charged, and the plant has juice enough left over for exoskeletal power-assists and limited range flight.
This don't look special. It looks just like a reg'lar uniform.
We were pressed for time. Refitting and coloring fabric-based protection was simpler than re-designing Tausennigan mini-tanks to accommodate humans.
I'm sure that the fact that it's easier for the 'artist' to draw had nothing to do with this.
Of course, some of you are nearly the right size for Tausennigan gear. Elf, In addition to a new uniform, you're getting a shiny new tank to wear it in.
I want one of those.
Sorry, Hob. They only come in petite sizes.
We could cut off my legs. . .