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4 weeks, 6 days after Rias' birthday
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*chk-cnk*
"Alright, that should do it!"
I closed the battery module, slipping in the Infinity Battery Cell back in place as the final Project model was finally finished. Jumping off, I looked over to the others as the finished Monarch lowered the bulkier machine's arm, seeing a multitude of machines similar to her walking or standing about. All projects went smoothly, even so much as swimmingly, now that I had the final model done, along with their weapons and armaments; and even their signature colors, I now had all projects completed and ready for combat.
"Monarch? Data-Core, please?"
The red Titan turned her own Data-Core to the one on the upper level next to her, picking it up and lowering it down to me. She had the body lean over as I slipped in the more-circular mainframe of the machine, containing, like all the others, a PAI of its own. As the orb rotated in place, calibrating and configuring its placement, Monarch released the body, allowing the core to link to the rest of the chassis and move on its own.
{Power at full capacity. Ocular systems: online. Mobility: active.}
Project Legion, the last of the aligned projects, turned its core down to me, the bright blue light blinking as a deep male voice rumbled out.
{Greetings, Pilot Dnomyar.}
Monarch smacked him.
{It's Dom, Legion.}
The bulky machine looked to her, then back to me.
{Affirmative. Nickname entered and established.}
I nodded as the 20ft behemoth stood up, flexing itself and getting used to its body. I turned back to the others before facing the 7 Titanfall Chambers, which, in case my prides and joys were ever destroyed, were meant to recreate them, data-core and all, to fight once again when summoned.
"Monarch? How are we doing with the construction of those chambers?"
{Titanfall Chambers are complete, Dom. They only need the receiver unit to function.}
"That won't take me but a minute to make, and what about the Pilot Kit."
She turned and picked up my vest from my bed on the third level, bringing it down to me.
{The Pilot Kit was successfully implemented into your iconic vest, just as you requested. Your selective loadouts for the Kit are Grapple, Stim, Cloak, Blade, Warp, Shield, and Holo, with ordinance, and Kit abilities provided in all of them. It even has the Jump Booster you were insistent about implementing.}
I took the vest, putting it on immediately. Replacing my vest pockets were now bright-blue lights, with two mechanical holsters on the back that reshaped into the weapons meant for the loadout I had as a default: Grapple. Looking back, I now had an assault rifle on my back with a rocket launcher next to it, and on the left of my waist was a standard semi-auto pistol. On the right of my waist were, what appeared to be ninja-stars. Pulling one out, I inspected it, seeing an incendiary element laced around the blade and inside the center. Putting it back, I cycled through the different loadouts, having already tested each one out within the confinements of a simulation. Each loadout had a different weapon basis, ranging from LMGs to shotguns and electric-grenades to gravity-ninja-stars. It was like having my own arsenal on the go. Even the white sheen of the vest was now a slick metallic silver color. I smiled at it, giving Monarch a thumbs up, which was returned as I looked to the others.
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Magic Isn't Everything
FanfictionDnomyar Gremory is... an enigma, a black sheep, and a red herring of the Gremory Family. He was born with none of the magical prowess, no Devil traits, and not even the wings of the denizens of Hell. With neglectful parents, an ignorant brother, and...