one long breath.
“Ionised propulsion
“Nanotechnologies
“The Immortality Program
“An unprecedented wealth of knowledge on call for all humanity
“Laser and ionised Technologies Inc.
“Decipherer of the first Sacred Facility, on Mars Prime
“Leader of the religion known to us as the Way of the Sacred
“Faster, and much more advanced space colonisation
“Colossally, the constructor of the two Planet Ships – and likely the SINAI’s finest most unrivalled partaking – second to our religion of course
“Perceivable deity – the SINAI – in its own right and if not believed as this, at the very least a channel to our most Sacred Path and Creators. And yet still these are just to mention a few—”
The violently vibrating comm in his pocket stopped him mid-sentence. His mind soured for a second, And yet the SINAI couldn’t even develop a ruddy off switch could it?
Visibly annoyed, he pulled out the comm and fumbled until he held the device inside his palm. He crushed it silently with a sliver of Rieft. Luckily, not many of the disciples noticed the small waft of smoke and the tiny spark that shot out of his clasped hand.
Chapter 6 in the Beginning
Genesis scraped over yet another vertical shaft, positioning himself so he couldn’t slip. His armour provided thousands of nano-fibres along his hands and arms, ensuring his grip was assured. As he pulled himself free he looked satisfied, happy with its usefulness, but lost the emotion as he reflected on what it had cost him to obtain such abilities. Even this simple function and gift from the SINAI was what his Master had once thought he would never be strong enough to use or manage, “Sovereign, if you could only see me now you would know you were wrong—”
His second personality harshly cursed at him, berating the Immortal for speaking out loud when he was desperately trying to keep silent within the Skink ventilation system. If his enemy realised where he was, even his enhanced strength and abilities wouldn’t stop them from flushing the vents out into space, along with him.
If his Master could see you now, his second personality berated , you would have most certainly just earned yourself a fitting punishment for such a blatant mistake . Genesis shuddered as he continued with his mouth firmly shut.
With hundreds of metres to go and while his religiously sanctioned personality managed his body through the twists and turns, sliding along dutifully, his real personality thought about the gift, and the trials he’d gone through to get this technological wonder, and as far as he had in the Order.
Just integrating the armour in itself was a great risk, and was one of the final tests for an Immortal pupil becoming a Wielder. For him to be using it was a contrast to everything they’d ever said and suspected of him, and if he hadn’t been successful in just this one trial alone … well, it was the only option a pupil had really. The consequence of failure was a certain and painful death as the suit consumed its rejected host. Genesis shuddered again, annoying his second personality as it tried to concentrate on the task at hand. Genesis reflected more quietly, trying to keep them in harmony.
His armour was now what stood between life and death, and was a unique protection against things Wielders like him came across. An Immortal’s suit had four modes: heavy combat, melee, full stealth and non-combat, all of which needed to be mastered in the initial outing with the armour unless a Wielder wanted to be mutilated by its ever-changing form. Genesis knew each mode intimately, his mind flicking over them briefly in remembrance of his maiden voyage and frightening acquaintance with his new skin.
Heavy combat utilised a heavier suit with raised shoulder guards, and full heavy helm and body covering, employing a multitude of micro-nanoids – from