"Alright, Levi, on your feet!" Barked a strange voice. Obviously using a vocal modifier.
I steadily get to my feet.
"What's going on? Who are you?" I yell into the empty room.
"You don't need to know that. Just know that I am someone who decides whether you live or not. So shut your fucking mouth." Ordered the voice.
"Okay." I say as I stiffen up.
A table appeared in front of me. Rising from the panels on the floor. On the table, laid a container. Just a cubical, glass box. It contained some kind of item. The item was moving around, frantically. Like it was trying to escape.
Next, a panel to the right of the table started to ascend. It too had a glass container attached to it. Except this one was more hexagonal. Like it was holding something big. Within the case, there was a chestplate and a shoulder guard. Much like the one that Jake had on.
The container opened.
"Take off your Jet Pack and drop it in the hole behind you." Instructed the voice.
I follow the order and drop my "special" Jet Pack in the disposal behind me that appeared.
"Now, take that armor and put it on. It should be considerably lightweight. Don't let it's lack in girth fool you. It is dense enough to protect you against something as strong as a rocket blast impact. That hits you right in the chest." The voice further implied.
I obeyed. The voice was correct. The armor was surprisingly lightweight. I guess I'll have to take its word for the chestplates effectiveness.
"Now the shoulder guard. There should be a place on your left shoulder where it fits perfectly."
I, again, followed orders. Once I did this, the armor seemed to power up and come alive.
YOU ARE READING
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Bilim KurguLevi is a normal teenager. Living the normal teenage dream. Until one night, something happened that put a jumpstart on his world. This is his story
