Private Held in the Currents of the Force

[Lyra Ventor]

Lyra's steps slowed as he spoke, her rhythmic pace faltering under the weight of the revelation. It wasn't that the corridor had suddenly become unfamiliar, nor was it the disorientation of being lost in the sprawling ship. It was simply the story itself—it was a heavy, living thing that demanded her full attention.

Her earlier awe, once bright and wide-eyed, softened into something quieter and significantly heavier as the true meaning of his words settled into place. Alema was no longer just an abstract presence or a helpful spirit bound to the ship's systems by some ancient design. She had been a Padawan. She had been a girl with dreams and fears, someone who had tried to save her friends and had paid for that loyalty with everything she had.

Lyra's hand brushed lightly against the cool, brushed curve of the bulkhead as they walked, her palm grounding her in the physical reality of the metal while her thoughts rearranged themselves around this new truth. Even the constant, low-frequency hum of the ship felt different now—less like a machine's vibration and more like a heartbeat. It was intimate. It was deeply personal.

When they finally reached the room, she paused at the threshold. She stood in the doorway for a long moment, taking in the balance of simplicity and care that defined the space. It was clear that everything here had been placed with a specific intention rather than out of a desire for excess. It felt safe, in a way few places did; it felt lived in and profoundly respected.

Only then did she finally find her voice, speaking softly as if afraid to disturb the stillness of the air.

"That's…incredible," she murmured. The breathless awe was gone, replaced by a raw, grounded sincerity. "And heartbreaking."

She turned her head slightly toward him, her expression searching.

"She didn't give up," she added after a short silence. "Not on them, and certainly not on herself. She didn't even give up on the idea of…existing, even when the galaxy took her physical form."

Her fingers curled briefly at her side, a small gesture of suppressed emotion.

"Most people don't get that kind of second chance," she said quietly, her voice barely rising above the ship's hum. "Even if the life she has now is…different than anything she could have imagined."

Her gaze drifted back into the room before traveling upward, toward the unseen heart of the ship where Alema resided.

"I'll be careful," she promised. It wasn't a formal oath or a loud declaration, but a statement of quiet conviction. "I'll be careful with her. With all of this. I won't take it for granted."

Then, a small, tentative smile returned to her lips, breaking the tension.

"And…thank you. Truly. Thank you for trusting me enough to tell me the truth."

She stepped fully inside the room at last, crossing the floor to set her jacket down with careful precision.

"Half a kilometer of ship, meditation chambers, medical bays…" she added lightly, her tone shifting to ease the emotional weight of the conversation just a little. "I'm pretty sure this is officially the most impressive place I've ever been invited to stay. By a long shot."

Her eyes flicked back to him, radiating a warmth that was both earnest and sure.

"I'm really glad I said yes."

Syn

 

[Syn]

Lyra Ventor

"I am as well." He said it while going in further but the ship was heading out. Allowing itself to move as the Alema showed on the screens what their movement was like. The jedi master couldn't see it which made it not for him but the ship was moving away from the forge. The massive station opening up to the interior of the ancilla as it set its course. Going further and further into the well until the edges of the massive construct could be seen and they were able to fly through the gateway. The ship was fast and many of the screens showed their engiones functioning at peak. The jedi master spoke as he stood there. "I know a few important things about the ships system. Mostly where to work if directed but by all accounts the ship pushes speeds closer to a starfighter a fraction its size while boasting weapons and armor for handling larger craft."

 

[Lyra Ventor]

Lyra had drifted closer to the forward viewport without quite realizing she was doing it, her boots clicking softly against the deck as the magnetic pull of the stars drew her forward.

It was an old, ingrained habit—one born from a lifetime spent in cockpits and hangars where the horizon was the only constant. Any time a ship moved, any time the massive engines shifted their tone or the inertial dampeners sent that familiar, phantom whisper through her bones, some instinctual part of her felt compelled to witness the transition. She wanted to feel the trajectory with her eyes as much as with her instincts, grounding her soul in the physical reality of the flight path.

The Alema slipped free of the forge's vast interior like a living thing being released back into the freedom of open water. Light spilled across the curved transparisteel in shimmering waves as the massive, skeletal structures of the Ancilla fell away behind them, transforming into a fading lattice of fire, shadow, and distant stars. Navigation grids and engine diagnostics began to scroll across the auxiliary panels in a waterfall of clean, elegant data, all humming at efficiency levels that made her eyebrows climb toward her hairline almost on their own.

When Syn began talking about speed, complex systems, weapon yields, and reinforced armor, the last lingering bits of her distraction vanished, and her attention snapped fully into place with the precision of a locking mechanism.

A slow, appreciative smile curved at the corner of her mouth, revealing a glimpse of the girl who had once stolen a skiff just to see how fast it could go.

"Okay…" she said softly, her voice a blend of quiet amusement and the kind of genuine interest that only another gear-head could truly appreciate. "Now you're speaking my language."

She stepped closer to one of the secondary displays, exercising a pilot's discipline to ensure she didn't touch anything she had not been explicitly invited to handle, but she leaned in just enough to let the blue light of the data streams reflect in her eyes.

"Starfighter level acceleration on something this size," she murmured, shaking her head as she remained impressed despite her best efforts to keep her composure. "And you've paired it with heavy plating and capital-grade shielding?"

She let out a quiet breath, the sound somewhere between a laugh and a sigh of disbelief.

"That's…not just impressive, Syn. That's bordering on ridiculous. In the absolute best way possible, of course."

Her gaze flicked back to him, her eyes bright and searching. The earlier emotional weight that had pressed down on her shoulders seemed to evaporate, easing into something far more familiar and comfortable for a girl from Commenor.

It was the raw pull of curiosity.

It was the pure, unadulterated sense of wonder that came with a new frontier.

It was that specific, restless itch every pilot felt when they were finally faced with a machine that refused to play by the normal rules of physics or naval architecture.

"No wonder you wander," she added lightly, her tone playful yet insightful. "With a ship like this under your boots, the galaxy probably feels… a whole lot smaller than it does to the rest of us."

Then, her voice softened, dropping into a more personal, quiet register that bridged the gap between them:

"So…"

She rested one hand against the cool, vibrating edge of the console, grounding herself against the deck as the hyperspace vectors on the HUD began to align into a singular, blinding point of light.

"Where are we going?"

She wasn't anxious about the destination, nor was she demanding an answer as a passenger might. She was simply a co-conspirator now, genuinely wanting to know where this new, unexpected chapter of her life was about to take her.

Syn

 

[Syn]

Lyra Ventor

He looked at her and while he knew she was saying things he wasn't entirely certain of the meaning behind all of them. He didn't fly so a balance was harder to figure out in some places but he knew the materials used. The materia and the frame of he ship were something forged by Sasori and Krass.. the jedi suppliers made things most couldn't make or get. The ship itself was there and spoke as she seemed to be looking at Lyra when she went towards the console. "Be careful, he doesn't try and touch the consoles so they are not locked." her voice came out but she stood there while pulling up a galaxy map."There is news on the echo network, different pockets of sith activity but nothing as dangerous to merit more then the jedi there already. There are notifications from some of the jedi researchers on the High Plane. Purgil migrations are being interrupted by colossal wasps."

 

[Lyra Ventor]

Lyra froze the moment Alema's voice chimed through the chamber, the sudden authority in the tone catching her off guard.

Her fingers, which had been drifting a little too close to the console out of sheer mechanical habit, stalled in midair as she processed the warning. After a tense beat, she slowly drew her hand back and lifted both palms in a gesture of quiet surrender, her lips curling into a sheepish grin.

"Okay, I hear you loud and clear," she said with a soft, breathy laugh that filled the small space. "No touching the hardware for now; I'd definitely rather not get on the ship's bad side before we've even finished our first day together."

She glanced briefly toward Syn, a spark of genuine amusement flickering in her blue eyes, before turning her full attention back to the galaxy map as it continued to unfold in a mesmerizing dance of light and complex data.

Her gaze moved instinctively across the display, her mind tracing routes and markers and absorbing the navigational information with the effortless precision of a natural-born pilot.

Then, she paused, her eyes narrowing as they locked onto a specific set of coordinates.

"Wait... did I just read that correctly? Colossal wasps?"

She blinked several times as if expecting the text to change, then let out a small, incredulous laugh that bordered on a scoff.

"Nope, I'm putting my foot down right now because we are definitely going to be avoiding the sector with the colossal wasps," she decided immediately, her voice taking on a playful but firm edge. "That is absolutely not a sentence I ever wanted to see attached to one of my flight plans, and I'd prefer to keep it that way."

Shaking her head in disbelief, she leaned back slightly against the frame of her seat, though her eyes remained glued to the shifting display.

"The idea of giant space insects messing around with hyperspace creatures sounds like a recipe for a total disaster," she added, her nose wrinkling in distaste. "I'm giving that entire situation a very hard pass."

Her tone softened and grew more analytical as she began studying the more promising regions of the map.

"The High Plane seems like a much more logical place for us to start our search, though," she said thoughtfully, tapping her chin with a grease-stained finger. "There are so many unknowns in that sector, and in my experience, that's usually where things start getting complicated enough to be interesting."

She turned back to Syn, her expression open and radiating a sense of curious anticipation.

"So, after seeing all of this laid out, what does your instinct tell you we should do first?" she asked, her gaze searching his. "Should we go check on the researchers and see what they've turned up, while making sure we stay very, very far away from the murder wasps?"

Syn

 

[Syn]

Lyra Ventor

He held a small chuckle back. He hadn't expected her reaction to the wasps... though they were large enough to be used as cruisers and warships. "Alright no ship sized wasps." He said it but stood there and was facing but couldn't see a map of the galaxy as his senses were expanding outwards. Feeling the force to guide him as he searched for where the force was strongest and leading them. The mention of the high plane was a good one as he spoke. "Then we will check, the people there are usually quiet about all of the research that they are doing. For them to make noise it is bound to be something." He said it but set the course. "They also usually set themselves in places few others can get to."

 

[Lyra Ventor]

Lyra gave a small, sheepish smile and lifted her hands slightly, palms out, as if reminding herself whose space she was in.

"Right," she said softly. "Passenger. Not pilot. Got it."

Her gaze drifted back to the shifting starfield on the displays, then to the faint glow of Alema's presence nearby, respect settling in alongside her curiosity.

"Still…quiet researchers in impossible places usually means something big is going on," she added, more thoughtful now. "So I'm glad you're the one steering us there."

She glanced back at him, a faint, warm smile touching her lips.

"And thanks for the no-wasp policy," she murmured. "I'm very attached to not being eaten by space wildlife."

Syn

 

[Syn]

Lyra Ventor

"I recall you like other ways." He said it with a straight face as the ship was moving and once it cleared the starlines appeared. Alema standing there as she didn't make any movements but still had a look. "Travel in two... one." The ships engines shifted. The sunvale making the starlines shift and blacken for a moment before realspace returned. The jedi master remained there standing as he could feel it around when the view changed to show the asteroid fields and the high plane. The massive ship was built like a disc... with a dome. Twin engines the size of stardestroyers on the one side and the rest of it showed it was a massive continent sized city within."

"Welcome to a rare sight. The High Plane it a research academy for teaching, experimenting, theory crafting and in raaare cases evacuation. Eighty thousand kilometers from side to side it is like a slice of planet more then a ship but it is still able to move around and the jedi have used it rarely for evacuation of devastated worlds." The Alema continued to speak as it was looking over different parts and she spoke. "Its official designation is Takama-Ga-Har Academy on records and it does teach many. Recruiting some of the best and brightest minds from around the galaxies." Alema spoke as the jedi master was more looking at where it was within the asteroid fields and he gave a nod of his head.

 

[Lyra Ventor]

Lyra froze for half a second. Just long enough for his words to sink in. Then heat rushed to her face so fast she was sure it had to be visible in every reflective surface on the bridge. Maker. Of course, he would say something like that. Of all the moments. Of all the times.

She turned slightly toward the viewport, as if the collapsing starlines were suddenly the most important thing in the galaxy, and muttered under her breath,

"Maker…you cannot just say things like that and expect me to keep flying straight…" Good thing she's not the one flying this ship.

Her lips pressed together, fighting a smile she absolutely did not trust herself with.

By the time realspace snapped back into place, embarrassment gave way to something far stronger. Awe.

The High Plane unfolded before them like a continent torn loose from a world and taught how to drift among the stars. Its vast, disc-shaped body filled the forward view, layered with luminous city structures, research spires, and glowing transit corridors that curved along its surface like veins of light. Twin engines burned along one edge like captured suns, casting long reflections across the surrounding asteroid field.

For a moment, Lyra simply stared.

Her breath slipped out slowly, unguarded.

"…Stars," she whispered.

She leaned forward without realizing it, one hand bracing lightly against the back of a nearby seat, blue eyes tracing the impossible scale of it all as Alema continued her explanation. Every detail seemed unreal. Every angle suggested decades, centuries, of careful design and quiet ambition.

"Eighty thousand kilometers…" she murmured, disbelief threaded through her voice. "That isn't a station. That's…a world that decided it didn't want to stay put."

Her gaze drifted briefly toward Syn, then back to the vast structure ahead, her mind already trying and failing to grasp what it must be like to live and work in a place like that.

"All that knowledge. All those people," she said softly. "All floating out here together, just…thinking and building and trying to understand the galaxy."

A small, thoughtful smile touched her lips.

"I've spent most of my life just passing through places," she added quietly. "It's kind of incredible to stop somewhere that's meant to ask questions instead of run from them."

She glanced at him again, expression open, sincere.

"I'm really glad you brought me here."

Syn

 

[Syn]

Lyra Ventor

He only graced her with a head turn to look at her for a moment before she seemed in awe of the vessel in front of them. The jedi master moved to stand for a moment off to the side of Lyra. "You are welcome, I promised you something amazing." He said it and there was plenty of possibilities to be had as the ship was heading in. Alema was looking at it as she sent the information with a response coming in. "Welcome master jedi." They spoke as Syn was looking at it and the Alema sent more information as well as spoke. "Thank you for having us here with you. We were hoping for a small tour if it would be possible. My master wants to show the wonders of what you haave found."

 

[Lyra Ventor]

Lyra did not take her eyes off the High Plane as Alema transmitted their request.

The scale of it still refused to settle properly in her mind. She had flown alongside cruisers. Had skimmed the hull of capital ships during evasive maneuvers. But this…this was something else entirely. It did not feel like a vessel so much as a declaration. A statement that the galaxy was still capable of building instead of destroying.

She folded her arms loosely, not defensively, just grounding herself as the comms response echoed through the bridge.

"You definitely kept your promise," she said softly, a hint of wonder still woven into her voice.

Only then did she glance toward him, catching the slight angle of his head, the way he had positioned himself just off to her side without crowding her view.

"You could've taken me somewhere quiet," she added, one brow lifting faintly. "Some forgotten moon. Some scenic cliffside temple."

Her gaze drifted back to the High Plane as docking lanes illuminated in response to their approach.

"Instead you bring me to a floating continent full of researchers and theorists and whatever kind of people decide to build a world in the middle of an asteroid field."

A small smile tugged at her mouth.

"I like it."

She stepped closer to the console, careful not to touch anything she had been warned away from, studying the approach vectors and traffic patterns with instinctive curiosity.

"So what exactly are you planning to show me?" she asked, tone thoughtful rather than flustered now. "Ancient archives? Experimental engines? A room full of people arguing over star charts?"

Her eyes flicked back to him, bright.

"Because if this is your idea of 'a small tour,' I'm starting to think I seriously underestimated your definition of subtle."

Syn

 

[Syn]

Lyra Ventor

He gave a nod of his head as they were heading in. "The scenic temple last time turned into a dangerous attack." With a look though he grinned. "Still wasn't all bad." He said it as the ship docked and being able to walk towards the airlock as it opened to show several people. Researchers, guides and two obvious jedi. Syn spoke to her. "There is always something being made and they didn't just make this in an asteroid field. The vessel can travel places few others can." He said it as one of the men gave a nod. "Master Syn, it has been some time. Alema is alright yes?" He said it with a look around the ship as Alema appeared and she spoke. "I am fine... as I can be for being a ship."

That seemed to get a chuckle but the jedi placed a hand on the ship before nodding. "Well we are still researching but we have seen a little progress. No promises we don't have any means to experiment and test like with other things that we might be able to use." She said it but was leading the jedi master and Lyra there into the connecting passage. A look of sadness on his face but also displaying the large windows showing some of their developments. "We will figure it out eventually. The force has mysteries and secrets but the Silver jedi have been looking forward and evolving much of the understanding that we have."

Synlooked at him and didn't speak but he turned to Lyra. "This is master Torval of the Silver Jedi's research divisions. He makes the ideas for many of the jedi equipment." He said it as the man waved for a moment. "I have a team, many more minds, I am just benefitted with a few extra years and some slightly less forms of awkwardness in speaking to the council." He said it as outside of the window they were testing vehicles with jedi focusing energies on the hull plating to cloak it and make it stronger to resist lightsabers and cannons. "We have been making progress though in our imbueing and strengthening methods. The next model of guardioan carriers will be deployable to combat zones."

 

[Lyra Ventor]

Lyra stepped through the airlock at Syn's side, the transition from ship to station marked by a subtle shift in gravity and atmosphere, and took in the cluster of researchers with quiet curiosity rather than awe. Her attention lingered a moment on Alema's shimmering form when she appeared, and the faint shadow that crossed Syn's expression did not go unnoticed.

"It's good to meet you, Master Torval," she said, offering a small but respectful nod. "If you're the one making the ideas, I'm guessing you're the reason half the fleet flies better than it used to."

Her gaze drifted to the massive windows as they walked, watching the test vehicles maneuver while Jedi focused their energy along the hull plating, the shimmer of reinforcement rippling like heat haze across metal.

"Cloaking and reinforcement at the same time," she murmured, more to herself than anyone else. "That's going to change how battles are fought."

She glanced back toward Torval, a spark of professional interest lighting her expression.

"Do you test these with pilots too, or just theory first?"

Syn

 

[Syn]

Lyra Ventor

"We do eventually, it doesn't do good to put a person in a ship that won't do its functions or will endanger them. Testing first for stability and then we work out what problems might arise. We developed a fighter for intercepting some of the dominions A-wings... but standard inertial compensators couldn't handle the strain. So we learned a few dangers from that." He said it while walking and leading the way. "But you will be happy to know master Syn, we have not had major accidents in almost two years. Now we just encounter anomalies like below." He said it while looking into one of the testing chambers and a padawan was standing there with several droids surrounding her.

Two other jedi off to the side as they were recording information as the droids moved to attack and the padawan pressed the Emergency Projection System on her necklace as blue energy moved around her and solidified. Torval was looking at it. "Our emergency system, hardlight power armor we can give to people in case of an attack allowing them to protect themselves." He said it as a second person approached. "We also have managed to fix the casing of your sabers. They should be better suited for the stomach acid of a leviathan now.. we think." He said it holding the case as the top opened and Syn looked down at them. "THank you." He lifted the twin blades of The Darkness and The Killing Frost.

 

[Lyra Ventor]

Lyra slowed a step as they passed the testing chamber, her attention drawn immediately to the controlled chaos unfolding inside. She watched the padawan move among the training droids, saw the moment of hesitation, the press of the necklace, and the sudden bloom of blue hardlight armor wrapping protectively around her.

Her brows lifted, impressed despite herself.

"That's…actually incredible," she murmured, eyes tracking the way the projection absorbed the simulated impact. "Most emergency systems I've seen barely buy you a few seconds. That thing could save a life."

She glanced back at Torval briefly, genuine respect in her expression.

"I like that you test for what happens when things go wrong," she added. "Not just when everything works the way it's supposed to."

When the casing was opened, and Syn's twin sabers were revealed, her attention shifted again. The comment about leviathan stomach acid earned a quick, silent arch of one eyebrow and a very deliberate decision not to ask for details.

Probably better that way.

Her gaze lingered on the blades instead, studying their design with the same careful curiosity she gave any finely tuned piece of machinery.

"Those are yours?" she asked softly, stepping a little closer to look without touching. "They're…different. Not just in how they look. They feel…heavier, somehow. Like they've got history in them."

She glanced up at Syn, a faint, intrigued smile touching her lips.

"Do they each do something different, or is that just you?"

Syn

 

[Syn]

Lyra Ventor

"THey do in a way. Though the components and the casing have been replaced piece by piece so are they really the same?" He said it as a question but had a small chuckle. "A question for the other jedi to contemplate." He looked towards the testing room though and gave a nod of his head as he could practically see the spark and the energies in the force and the padawan. Torval spoke. "It is a question others look at it with ssome of the ships." He said it while walking and the padawan in the hardlight suit was moving around now as she could combat and defend against the droids. "The projection system though will last a lot longer. The power supply draws ambient energies from the air and converts it. So it can last for much longer then most reactors, we developed the same for the ships allowing them to fire while cloaked."

 

[Lyra Ventor]

Lyra watched the padawan move, her attention narrowing as the hardlight armor flared and shifted with each strike and deflection. The way the projection adapted, the way it flowed with motion instead of fighting it, was fascinating. It reminded her of a perfectly tuned flight system: responsive, intuitive, alive in its own way.

She let out a quiet breath, half impressed, half envious.

"Okay…yeah," she admitted softly, eyes still fixed on the scene. "That's unfairly cool."

At Torval's explanation, she shook her head with a small laugh.

"Firing while cloaked and running off ambient energy?" she said, finally turning back toward them. "I'm officially jealous. I need that kind of ship in my life."

There was humor in her tone, but also unmistakable sincerity.

Her gaze drifted back to the padawan, studying the controlled movements, the way she centered herself before each response.

"And…that," she added more quietly, nodding toward the training chamber, "the way she's moving. Staying calm, reading everything at once. I know it's Force stuff, but…"

She hesitated, then looked to Syn.

"Do you think I could learn something like that?" she asked, not naive, just hopeful. "Not the powers part. Just…the control. The awareness. The not-panicking-when-everything-is-coming-at-you part."

A small, self-aware smile curved her lips.

"Seems like it'd be useful in a cockpit too."

Syn

 

[Syn]

Lyra Ventor

He looked at her as she spoke and seemed to be taking it in. "You could, to stand ready in the face of danger is something that can be learned with practice. Though the control of the lab here is one thing. In a battle there is more danger but this is showing the talent on display. That padawan will have some skills she is able to refine and if she returns to the temples she will be able to help the others learn what is needed and they will be able to use it. Power armor can be beneficial to anyone in the event of an attack but for dangers, storms, fires, floods it could be invaluable in helping with collapses." He said it but looked towards torvaal.

"Do you have extra's I would recommend her for field testing. I'll be accompanying her and she is skilled with the technical aspects of many things." The researcher looked for a moment but he didn't say no which was important as he stood there. "We might be aable to, we have put them in some emergency kits for vessels so the plan was to have it for emergency aid workers. We have also been working on various pieces of equipment like a requip system allowing one to select various clothing and armores in some cases. It would make for field work and drastically reduce needing to carry lots of equipment."

 

[Lyra Ventor]

Lyra blinked. Once. Twice.

Then she looked from Torval to the training chamber, back to Syn, and finally down at herself as if checking whether she had somehow wandered into this conversation by mistake.

"Wait…hold on," she said softly, one brow lifting. "Did you just volunteer me for field testing?"

There was no real protest in her voice. More surprise than anything else. And maybe…a little spark of excitement she hadn't fully decided what to do with yet.

She glanced back at the padawan, watching the hardlight armor ripple as another simulated strike glanced off.

"I mean," she continued, thoughtfully now, "I'm not exactly an aid worker. Or a Jedi. Or…whatever category this falls under."

A small smile tugged at her lips.

"But if it helps test how it works in real conditions?" she added, eyes brightening just a little. "Storms, bad landings, collapsing ruins, half-burned spaceports…" She shrugged lightly. "Yeah. That's basically my résumé."

At the mention of the requip system, she let out a quiet, impressed laugh.

"Okay, now you're just speaking directly to my soul," she said. "Anything that means I don't have to carry three emergency kits, two jackets, and a spare pressure suit everywhere is already winning."

Then she looked back to Syn, her expression softer, more sincere beneath the humor. "You didn't have to do that," she said quietly. "Recommend me, I mean." A pause. "But…thank you."

She straightened slightly, shoulders squaring with familiar resolve.

"If they think I can help test it, I'll take it seriously," she promised. "No shortcuts. No messing around."

Then, with a small, crooked smile: "And if it keeps me alive one more time in a bad situation, I'm definitely not complaining."

Syn

 

[Syn]

Lyra Ventor

Torval looked at her with a nod as he motioned and was walking. "Oh it is perfect and haaving someone with experience in different situations allows us to see its use in more creative ways. Testing generally doesn't allow for innovation and imagination of use or adjusting to situations. We can only get so many from a simulater." He said it as he was moving through and led the way into another chambers with several things on the walls. A droid working to maintain much of it and spoke. "The Requip Armor System is something we created in two models. One for civilian and soldiers and one for jedi." He said it and was rather proud showing the wrist device with a nod of his head.

"It uses nanites to form the armor quickly and alter it from there with much the same technologies we have developed for power and capabilities." He said it while leading the way. "We haave also developed better food storage and handling, self replenishing ration packs that can be brought as aid and it will allow larger groups to be fed while helping clear debris away as the molecular converters breakdown the damage done. We've applied the same technologies for medical distrubutors and synthesis. Hazards and relief workers will be able to do a lot more with less being taken up in their tranports which will reduce weight but also draw. Producing supplies on site means nothing to intercept."