Combat's Edge (DMis/Billy) (Cont.)

[billybobjoe47s]

“No plan?” Chief said. “I can go with that.” It wasn’t like SPARTANs really had set plans as such, anyway. Mostly they had objectives and a time frame—and then completed their objectives any way necessary.
“One problem. What am I supposed to do while you’re in town?”

[DMis]

She hadn't thought of that. "No clue," she replied. "I'm still waking up."

[billybobjoe47s]

Chief nodded. “Perhaps I’ll try to find some new weapons.” He glanced to his Beam Rifle on the dresser. “Since zombies, ghosts, and magic apparently exist here, maybe I’ll find a magical weapon to my liking. I don’t know about you, but ever since they added more holding spots to my armor, I like carrying at least half a dozen different weapons. Always prepared.” He rummaged in a hard case set on his left thigh. “Speaking of...”
He removed a quartet of pineapple grenades victoriously. “I knew I had some in here!” He clipped them at equal intervals on his waist armor plate.

[DMis]

"And those are? And magic weapons are hard to come by. Most are made by the users," Beth noted before finishing her cereal.
"I'll be out soon," she commented before heading into the washroom again.

[billybobjoe47s]

“These are grenades.” Chief patted them fondly. “Kill radius of 3 meters on even Elites.”
The door to the washroom shut, and Chief glanced at his sanitation readout. The suit had been keeping up with his activity levels, and it said he was clean... but a shower. A real shower. With hot water of all things.
‘Just this once,’ he decided. “I’m probably going to stay here in that case, get cleaned up and tune my suit,” he called. “I’m going to need some help removing this armor, however. It’s not exactly meant to be removed by one person.”

[DMis]

She came out wearing a brown t-shirt with a slash of red over her chest that dripped down in three spots and jeans.
"Well I'm not a normal person. To put it simply,"she replied with a smirk. He could see the scars from past battles a little clearer now.

[billybobjoe47s]

“No matter how abnormal or special you may be,” he said knowingly, “This is going to be a struggle. Removing over a thousand pounds of high-tech armor usually requires a full half-dozen technicians and specialized equipment.”
Chief unsealed his helmet and set it on the floor. “That alone weighs over twenty pounds.” He shook his head and raised it, his skin incredibly pale. “Are you willing to help?”

[DMis]

"Yeah. I'm more than willing to help. You saw what I was fighting with right?" she replied with a sigh. "I'm not exactly a tech wiz but I do know a bit about the armor from an ex."
"So where to start?"

[billybobjoe47s]

Chief straightened. “The first part is the second hardest; this chest piece here,” he said, rapping the armor piece in question, “is going to loosen, and pull away from my bodysuit. On the back side of the armor are six catches. You need to activate them in this order: top right, bottom left, middle left, bottom right, top left, middle right. Don’t make a mistake. Then bad things happen.”
“Remember, top right, bottom left, middle left, bottom right, top left, middle right. Then that piece will fall off, and be careful there too; it weighs 250 pounds. Set it down, and we’ll continue from there.”

[DMis]

Beth nodded. She moved to be behind him. "Top right." A click. "Bottom left." Another click. "Middle left." A third click. "Bottom right." Another click. "Top Left." One more click. "Final one. Middle right." Last click.
The plate comes off as Chief said it would. "And you weren't kidding about the weight," she replied sounding a bit strained as she set it on the couch.

[billybobjoe47s]

“Next is the two back pieces; the upper one first. There are four catches, two on top which I can get to, and two on the bottom. The sequence is upper right, lower left, lower right, upper left. Got that? The lower back piece, don’t touch that one. Under no circumstances.”

[DMis]

"Sure thing Chief," she replied moving behind him again. Each latch clicked in the correct order. to her surprise the plate was still rather heavy. "How can you even move in this stuff?" Beth asked setting the plate with the other.

[billybobjoe47s]

Chief’s reply was quick, automatic, and well-practiced. “That’s classified. Now, there’s two catches on each boot; press all four of them simultaneously to unlock them. I can remove the rest of my armor from there.”

[DMis]

"No need to be snappy. Was just an innocent question," Beth repiled befroe doing what she had been told. "And there you go."

[billybobjoe47s]

“Thanks,” he said gruffly as he detached the rest of his armor expertly, setting it aside and stacking it neatly. The lower back piece he set on the bottom of the pile, gingerly. Very gingerly. “I’ll be in the restroom if you need me,” he said, closing the bathroom door.