Shallow Implication Part 13  

five_speed 41M
3250 posts
10/20/2005 12:15 am

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Shallow Implication Part 13


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five_speed 41M

10/20/2005 12:16 am

Under his armored coat, strapped to each arm, Five wore retracted Reaver blades. Designed and forged by the AI War Masters, each blade was made of an alloy that still defied the understanding of the world’s best human metallurgists. No one knew how the machines made the blades, but they were nearly unbreakable. When deployed, each looked like a curved, serrated lightning bolt, and both edges were augmented with monomolecular technology, a sharpening method that rendered a knife edge only one molecule thick, nearly infinitely sharp.

By themselves, they were the most lethal of weapons, capable of cutting flesh, bone, and even sheet steel with ease, but the machines had not been happy with simple metal blades. They coupled them with electro-magnetic field generators and plasma inducers, allowing the Reavers to sheathe their blades in a fine sheen of super heated plasma. With the plasma activated, a Reaver Blade could cut through nearly anything. During the war, Reavers used them to carve through tank armor and vault doors. They were the stuff of nightmares, a technology designed to eradicate all human life on the entire planet.

The tech behind the blades required a ridiculous amount of energy to operate, which had not been a problem for the Reavers, since each one had been a walking nuclear reactor. Five did not have a nuclear reactor on hand, but he had the next best thing: Capacitance Cores. A single Capacitance Core stored enough energy to power a 100 floor skyscraper for an entire day. One could power a Reaver blade for about five minutes. He had one core wired into each blade, with back up circuits to his Tesla pack, which contained ten cores. They were legal to own and handy to have, but very expensive, and potentially dangerous, since the cores exploded when exposed to oxygen.

The blades were not legal. They served as symbols of fear for every living being in New America. Years and years after the war, the collective social conscience still shuddered at the mere mention of a Reaver or their weaponry. Reaver tech was illegal for everyone and anyone outside of the military. Possession of Reaver tech usually earned life imprisonment. Use of Reaver tech was punished by death, with no exception.

Five had two Reaver blades. Each worth a King’s ransom, they were the only legacy he had of his father, who had salvaged them during the war. Few people knew he possessed them. He left few living witnesses. It bothered him to leave the Sentinels alive with knowledge of his prizes, but he saw no better option.

A man resided inside each hulking mass of armor, weapons, and robotics, that comprised a Sentinel Power Suit, but the flesh and blood humanity was more like a flanged pink brain than a pilot. Five and Travis would soon face sixth generation armor ‒ not the most advanced or dangerous, but still a very real threat, made more so by his hesitation to kill the pilots. Disabling the armor was much harder than killing the life inside the box, but he couldn’t see all the angles, and dead Sentinels would not win him any favors in High Town. Fighting them was bad enough.

The Sentinels arrived. As the suits twisted and contorted to fit through the man-sized door way, Five saw the automatic cannon each suit sported on its right arm was locked, cocked, and ready to rock. They crammed four suits into the little room, which was about two suits too many. Fiver felt a glimmer of hope.


DefiniteTrouble 50F

10/20/2005 6:12 am

So, what are you planning on wearing on Letterman during your book promotion tour? As your self-appointed rep, I have many ideas.

Great chapter...very well written, as always...love the anticipation of what lies next. The last paragraph left me feeling a bit closterphobic...hurry with the next installment!


bulging_boy 49M

10/20/2005 7:17 am

5er... that is absolutely fan.fucking.tastic stuff.

Seriously. My anus is dry after firing off a few premature rounds.

god you're good.

sorry to steal DT's line... but damn! as well


rm_1hotwahine 63F
21091 posts
10/20/2005 10:52 am

Not reading this until it's pau (ask DT) is getting more and more difficult! I really want to read it in one sitting, but self discipline is not my strong suit. Sigh...

Yeah, I'm still [blog 1hotwahine]


bulging_boy 49M

10/20/2005 11:01 am

That was spooky. I had no idea she had posted before me!

We musta both been in the site's large intestine.


DefiniteTrouble 50F

10/20/2005 8:45 pm

"pau" is Hawaiian for "finished."

You might want to get a start on learning the basic language soon babe.


dawndirtymind 42F
370 posts
10/20/2005 9:10 pm

The movie in my mind is on pause until the next chapter is loaded! Great imagery yet again.


tillerbabe 55F

10/21/2005 12:23 am

OK.. I keep coming back here, (me thinks I like the pic)...I rarely "post" cuz I never know WTF is going on....oh shit....I think I lost my panties! Gotta go.... (runs to TiT's BLOG....


five_speed 41M

10/21/2005 1:23 am

DT, I was figuring on leather pants, matching Harley Davidson riding boots with chromed rings and zippers, black silk button-down shirt, a few simple silver rings, black leather wrist bands, and ruffled hair. How does that sound?

Bulging, I am very pleased to know your anus is as enthused about my story as the rest of you is.

Wahine, the story is far from finished. It may end up being a book for real before I am done. It didn’t start out that way, but I am a slave to my muse.

DT, when we go to Hawaii, can we visit Comoniwannalayya and Wannapeekopeepee?

Dawn, thanks for the feedback. You can press play, I think the next chapter should be posted!


five_speed 41M

10/21/2005 6:20 am

Tiller, I see how you are. You leave your panties in T's blog, come to mine without them, tease me a little bit and then run back to T...

T, the site has stopped. I think it's clinically dead. maybe it has been dead for some time and has just been a zombie. can undead websites exist? I just watched the resident evil movies the other day... that pesky T virus... wait a minute....


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