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I stepped outside of the VTOL, eyeing the path that it had carved out from the shantytown. Although distant, I could hear gunfire, and several more plumes of smoke were rising above the roofs of the shantytown. Not too far from the VTOL was a PLR-405. I approached it, checked its front lens to make sure it wasn't damaged from the crash, checked how much charge it had left, and then test-fired it into the ground. I then nodded, seeing that the PLR was at least functional enough to keep me safe.
And that's when I became aware of a rhythmic thumping sound, getting louder. I looked around for a hiding spot, and took cover in a still intact shack. I barely had enough time to do so before the origin of the sound became apparent.
Following the trail of destruction, was a police variant of the Pointman-class power armor; painted black, with the upper arms and thighs painted white. Over it's torso, it displayed the usual markings of police equipment, with the characteristic blue and red strobe lights over its head. By the design of the legs, the operator was digitigrade. Overall, it sort of resembled a potato with arms and legs.
The Pointman-class power armor, as its name implies, was designed by the military to be worn by a fireteam's designated pointman. It was virtually immune to small-arms fire, and carried a .308 caliber minigun, fed by a rear-mounted hopper, mounted to either it's right or left arm, depending on an operator's pawdiness. The military version also carried an ant-infantry grenade launcher, mounted on either side of the hopper for the minigun, looking over the shoulders. The police variant replaced those with tear gas launchers, but it kept the minigun.
The suits were also the backbone of the police's Urban Pacification Unit. Nothing short of anti-vehicular weaponry would stop one.
I slowly backed from the shack's window, keeping my eye on the power armor as it inspected the remains of the DynTek VTOL. It then slowly took a sweep of its surroundings, and stopped on seeing the shack I was hiding in. I furrowed my brows- could he see me in here?
I got my answer in the form of the power-armor lifting the arm with the minigun and started to rev it up. I knelt down and propped my wings over me just before a hail of bullets started to shred the shack wall and nearby furniture. I had to lean forward to keep the bullet's combined knockback from pushing me backwards.
Pain wracked my wings as I withstood the hail of bullets for a few long seconds. The buzz of the minigun was replaced by a series of rapid, heavy thumps. I peeked my head over my wings to see the power armor rushing to me at full speed. I dove to one side as the power armor barreled through the shack, through where I had been crouching, and out the other wall as if it wasn't there. As I stood up, I heard the sound of metal groaning and wood cracking. I ran back outside of the shack, towards the fallen VTOL, as the shack collapsed upon itself behind me. I quickly turned around to face the ruined shack, with the PLR raised, and fired a few pulsetrains into the silhouette of the power armor that lay beyond it.
Despite the obvious flashes of violet and the glow of heated metal, there wasn't any apparent effect on the operator- the armor was simply too thick for my weapons to penetrate it. I set one wing to face the power armor, and ran into an alley. Behind, I could hear the power armor give chase, alternating firing its minigun and simply charging through shacks between me and it, which resulted in the sound of even more shacks toppling over.
Another scene commission from Identity Crisis, this one's in Part III! As usual, this post will be updated with lings once Part III is released!
Once again, art by
NORDBUSTER, go check them out!
And that's when I became aware of a rhythmic thumping sound, getting louder. I looked around for a hiding spot, and took cover in a still intact shack. I barely had enough time to do so before the origin of the sound became apparent.
Following the trail of destruction, was a police variant of the Pointman-class power armor; painted black, with the upper arms and thighs painted white. Over it's torso, it displayed the usual markings of police equipment, with the characteristic blue and red strobe lights over its head. By the design of the legs, the operator was digitigrade. Overall, it sort of resembled a potato with arms and legs.
The Pointman-class power armor, as its name implies, was designed by the military to be worn by a fireteam's designated pointman. It was virtually immune to small-arms fire, and carried a .308 caliber minigun, fed by a rear-mounted hopper, mounted to either it's right or left arm, depending on an operator's pawdiness. The military version also carried an ant-infantry grenade launcher, mounted on either side of the hopper for the minigun, looking over the shoulders. The police variant replaced those with tear gas launchers, but it kept the minigun.
The suits were also the backbone of the police's Urban Pacification Unit. Nothing short of anti-vehicular weaponry would stop one.
I slowly backed from the shack's window, keeping my eye on the power armor as it inspected the remains of the DynTek VTOL. It then slowly took a sweep of its surroundings, and stopped on seeing the shack I was hiding in. I furrowed my brows- could he see me in here?
I got my answer in the form of the power-armor lifting the arm with the minigun and started to rev it up. I knelt down and propped my wings over me just before a hail of bullets started to shred the shack wall and nearby furniture. I had to lean forward to keep the bullet's combined knockback from pushing me backwards.
Pain wracked my wings as I withstood the hail of bullets for a few long seconds. The buzz of the minigun was replaced by a series of rapid, heavy thumps. I peeked my head over my wings to see the power armor rushing to me at full speed. I dove to one side as the power armor barreled through the shack, through where I had been crouching, and out the other wall as if it wasn't there. As I stood up, I heard the sound of metal groaning and wood cracking. I ran back outside of the shack, towards the fallen VTOL, as the shack collapsed upon itself behind me. I quickly turned around to face the ruined shack, with the PLR raised, and fired a few pulsetrains into the silhouette of the power armor that lay beyond it.
Despite the obvious flashes of violet and the glow of heated metal, there wasn't any apparent effect on the operator- the armor was simply too thick for my weapons to penetrate it. I set one wing to face the power armor, and ran into an alley. Behind, I could hear the power armor give chase, alternating firing its minigun and simply charging through shacks between me and it, which resulted in the sound of even more shacks toppling over.
Another scene commission from Identity Crisis, this one's in Part III! As usual, this post will be updated with lings once Part III is released!
Once again, art by
NORDBUSTER, go check them out!
Category Artwork (Traditional) / All
Species Unspecified / Any
Size 1280 x 869px
File Size 252.3 kB
Listed in Folders
Thanks! Most of the Power Armor's design work was NORDBUSTER's; aside from a few reference power armor and some of those military vehicle information decals (things like "NO STEP" or "RESCUE" in a red arrow), they were working from the same description as the one seen in the story excerpt. 'Sides... Robert is pretty much mowing down enemies with that laser rifle. He needed to face SOMETHING that would effectively be immune to his weapons.
Yeah, lasers are OP when you start running the numbers and throw it into a dynamic that's used to ballistic weaponry. Suddenly, metals become a LOT more important instead of kevlar or ceramic.
Yeah, lasers are OP when you start running the numbers and throw it into a dynamic that's used to ballistic weaponry. Suddenly, metals become a LOT more important instead of kevlar or ceramic.
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