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| - "Goldas Arenian, King of Aef, inside a tiny ship, wearing experimental armor, going to hell. Well done me". Goldas remarked. "Wow." Goldas through. "I need to fix that jarring." He looked on his chest. A Four Dragon Medallion, imbedded into his shiny black armor. The new armor was not given a name, except for "Goldas' suit, MK 1". He had tested it against Vain's own extended ARMor, and so far, his was better. Fuel will a-a-a-a. Goldas hit the side of the ship. Arrive in 3 minutes. Today, he storms hell. "You ready, Gold?" George asked. "As I will ever be. Do I have clearance for a countdown?"
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| - "Goldas Arenian, King of Aef, inside a tiny ship, wearing experimental armor, going to hell. Well done me". Goldas remarked. "Wow." Goldas through. "I need to fix that jarring." He looked on his chest. A Four Dragon Medallion, imbedded into his shiny black armor. The new armor was not given a name, except for "Goldas' suit, MK 1". He had tested it against Vain's own extended ARMor, and so far, his was better. Goldas turned around in his chair to review the ship he was going in. It was a single-cabin starfighter, and if he opened the door at the back, there would be nothing between him and thin air. The door had teleportation technology incorporated, so he never actually opened it. First time he saw it, he laughed at the sign "Open only enterance/exit in emergencies only". Now he just smiled. Fuel will a-a-a-a. Goldas hit the side of the ship. Arrive in 3 minutes. A noise broke out from the Ships Speaker system. Goldas pressed the "pick up" button on the touch-sensetive winshield. It was George. "Sorry about the system. Its 3 minutes off scedule. Fuel will arrive shortly" Said George. "THis should make the system catch up." "Finally" Goldas said. "Now, lets see what we have here. Computer?" He looked behind him again. There were two shelves filled with random gadgets and buttons for use in an emergency, or for extra passengers. It also had a second seat for a co-pilot. Normally, Tivic or George would be sitting in that seat. Not today. Today, he storms hell. "You ready, Gold?" George asked. "As I will ever be. Do I have clearance for a countdown?" "Nope" George laughed. Then he went serious. "Your armor has a bug" "Like...?" Goldas asked. "Nothing much, shouldn't take us long." he replied. "The mana battery is a prototype" "Yes?" "And enjoys exploding." Goldas put his head in his hands. "Undo battery latch, primary, mana, 3". Three black latches popped out from his back (as in, the armor), as well and a line of tiny clips over three particular areas, removing protection from those areas. He peeled three long strips of black material from his back, then put them down on the floor. The back door opened with some emergency beeps. "What have you guys told me" Goldas said. "The door is for emergencies only." The two Aefian workers looked at each other with and odd expression on their faces, and telekenetically lifted the three battery strips. Goldas stepped out of the ship, and the door closed behind him. He walked through a ring-like gate, and the armor was dissasembled, while he was walking, from his body, both my mechanisms and magic. George came up to Goldas as the parts disappeared into the floor. His serious clipboard, labcoat and other formalwear under the coat completely contradicted the balck mohawk with blue colouring for the last quarter of the hair. Goldas raised his eyebrows. "Im sorry, but the batteries were faulty." George said, somewhat sarcastically. "And, what in the world are you wearing?" he asked. "Clothing" Goldas replied. He was wearing a plain blue shirt, Aefian style, with some grey pants and white socks. "You are supposed to wear the proper undergear in this version of the armor software" George stated. "Hell no!" Goldas replied. "Yes" George said. "Hell will know if your armor is malfunctioning." "Its black with wierd blue stripes. And its like wearing fresh wool." Goldas sulked. "Its not supposed to itch". "It does." George looked surprised, and then did a gesture to a worker. The worker looked startled, and then in a panic, ran towards a table covered in cloth. "Remember, that new polyfiber is NOT supposed to feel itchy." George shouted at him. The worker ran back, with a pile of clothes. "Here you are, sorry, that version didn't have the correct fibre strands, too much polymanadexturate. You see, polymanadexturate, or PMD1, has one too many carbon molecules, giving the whole thing an irregular.." "I get it" George said, taking the clothes. "Is this one fixed?" "Yessir" the worker replied. "I think the tag does say GAEFSV2312" "It does. Now go back to work" George replied. "Yessir". The worker ran off. "Now," George said, turning to Goldas. "Put these on, and prepare for FSAToS." "FSAToS?" Goldas asked. "Fast Suit Application Tunnel 'o stuff. It used to be FSAToD, with the last work meaning Doom, but having the King go through a tunnel 'o doom didn't strike well with, well, 90% of the office." "Cripes" Goldas replied. OK, lets get this over and done with.
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