Post by Alva on Mar 17, 2018 20:41:24 GMT -6
| TEST DRIVE |
|ALVA'S PL: TBD|
|PL MULTIPLIERS: None|
"Did you check the-" "I'm fairly certain we've checked everything at least four times, dad," Alva said to her worrywart of a father as they placed the finishing touches on their grand creation. The taller man stepped back and folded his arms over his chest as his blue orbs gazed up and down the mechanical suit, his face containing mixed expressions of both satisfaction and anxiety. "Yeah..." He slowly replied after a few moments of reflective silence. His tone gave away his internal doubt, though, and Alva rolled her eyes. "Come on," she said, wheeling her chair around to face him, her icy blue, determined gaze piercing straight into his uncertain pair of worried eyes. "We've already got like, ten fail-safes in place in case pretty much anything we've thought of that could possibly go wrong does go wrong. And I'm not doing anything crazy yet!"
"The 'yet' part is what I'm more concerned with," her father replied as his brows furrowed and his lips curled into a frown. "It's worrying enough having you parade around in a war machine, but thinking about you in that thing actually going around and fighting with-" "We already talked about this!" The girl interrupted with a more aggressive tone, leaning forward in the wheelchair she sat in. "I'm an adult now, so I'm doing this whether you help me or not. The only difference with you helping me is that you get more input! Which I, uh, kinda need, cause I'm not as good at this as you."
Her comment elicited a chuckle from the blond man, who dipped his head down and threw his hands up in surrender. "Alright," he said, his tone a tad more confident. "I suppose I shouldn't be worried. I know you're smart enough to avoid any trouble you shouldn't be getting yourself into, I just-" "Dad." Alva interrupted the man once again, though he didn't seem to mind it much, as if he was used to rarely getting a complete thought across. "It's a test drive," she said with a small laugh and a shake of her head. "We're literally just seeing if it works. I don't plan on taking on the entire Saiyan Kingdom right off the bat or anything."
She wheeled her chair back around to face their battle suit, and rolled up closer to get one last good look at it. Despite her outward confidence, she was a bit nervous herself. All it had to do was just twist a bit too far in one direction or jerk her around a bit too quickly to snap her neck or rip off a limb. Granted, her own body would be in pretty much complete control of the upper half, but it was the automated legs that worried her. They'd done a couple practice steps and some simulations with the suit empty, but this would be the first time she'd be inside the entire thing. After one last check, everything seemed good to go. Alva turned her head to look over at her father.
"Think you can help me inside?" she asked. "I would get in myself, but uh," she gestured down at her useless pair of legs, and her dad chuckled. "Yeah, yeah, let me just open it up," he said, and walked up to the suit. The man tapped a few buttons on the right arm's keypad, and then the upper body of the suit unhinged from the lower half, opening up down the middle to reveal its interior while dropping back and coming to a halt at a ninety degree angle off of the waist. The metal legs remained stationary and wide open, as those would be how Alva would get herself into the suit. "You ready?" her father asked as he turned around and gestured for Alva to hold out her arms, which she did shortly after.
The parent grabbed her from beneath her armpits and lifted the blonde girl out of the chair with some difficulty, and Alva wrapped her arms around him to try and help support her own weight. After a short but somewhat awkward lift and a swing around, Alvas father lowered her into the legs of the suit, and she comfortably adjusted herself into the metal legs, which had plenty of cushioning and support on the inside. Not that she could really feel anything down there; it was just to keep her legs from getting all banged up. "Okay," she said after a moment or two of making sure she was in the right position. It was a little bit difficult to tell without any feeling down in her feet, but she was pretty sure they were safely slid into the metal shoes. "I'm all in."
"Put your arms in the right spot," her father said as he looked over the iron legs to make sure everything seemed okay. "Yeah, I got it," Alva replied with a roll of the eyes as she lowered her arms and placed them onto the two designated grips. They'd set it up so that all she needed to do to get the suit back over her head was to hold the grips at the openings of the arm holes and then turn them forwards, which would bring the upper half up and around her quite securely, and her human arms would just have to slide into the metal ones. "Stand back, I don't want it to nip your finger off or something," Alva said to her dad, who took her advice and took a couple large steps backwards.
After a deep breath, Alva twisted the handles, and the suit immediately came back up at gentle pace, her arms carefully sliding through into the metallic gloves her fingers perfectly fit into, and the front closing over her chest snugly. The helmet came last, since it was detachable, and her father picked it up off its little perch and asked Alva if everything felt okay before he put it on over her head. "Seems okay to me," she'd replied before the helmet was carefully slipped on over her head. It was pretty dark at first, but as soon as she turned on the power, a full view of what was around her was projected in front of her face, alongside all sorts of useful information like the time of day and the weather displayed in different corners. She could see almost as if there was no helmet on her at all, which was a little jarring, given the slightly claustrophobic feeling it gave her, but she was sure she'd get used to it.
"Can you move?" she heard her father ask. That was the big question. She first moved her arms, which felt just fine, and her fingers both opened and closed with no problem. "Arms and hands are good," she said. Next was the head. The girl moved it back and forth with no problem, getting a good look at their very cluttered garage. "Head turns fine," she added. Now the last part. The legs. With a gulp, Alva tried to move the left one forward. Suddenly, she was thrust forward a few inches, and she exclaimed a "Whoa!" as her body was pulled ahead by the metal leg. She'd done it, though. She looked down and saw that the left leg had successfully moved forward into a step. Alva tried moving the right one, now. It shot ahead as the other had, coming to a satisfying rest right next to the left one.
"Legs... Work." Alva said through her amazement. She almost felt like choking up, but didn't want to cry with her dad standing right in front of her. She cleared her throat, then said, "I think I've got the hang of it. Almost. Lemme just uh, take it for a little test drive?" She was met with silence. "Dad?" She turned her head and saw her father standing behind her with watery eyes and a smiling face. Oh boy. "Er," she stuttered, not really sure what to say. "Did I, uh, step on your toe or something?"
"No, not that," the man said with choked up laughter. "It's just... You're walking. By yourself!" he shook his head like he couldn't believe it. "I should've made you something like this a long time ago. I don't know why I didn't, really." He looked prouder than Alva had ever seen him look, and he'd always been proud of all of his many creations. Perhaps this simply was his best creation. "Uh, yeah," Alva stutteredly replied. "So, I'm just gonna, uh, go give it a try outside." Before her father could reply, Alva jogged out the door in the suit, eager to get out of the potentially lovey dovey awkward situation. She found the movement of the legs a bit weirdly unnatural, but they were artificial legs, so that did make sense.
The joints all felt fine and smooth, the fingers continued to move with ease, and her vision felt unimpeded. This thing was freaking great. Now for the real test. As far as her father had known, the suit was only designed to walk around and shoot stuff out of the detachable arm cannon she'd left behind in the workshop. But she wouldn't be needing that cannon today. Instead, she was going to use the flight mechanism she'd installed into the upper back area. The young woman had been able to pass it off as a "ventilation system" to her dad, which seemed to work well enough as a disguise. She'd asked him to install the flight module and all that stuff, but he'd refused entirely, saying it was far too dangerous.
Well, being dangerous was kind of the whole point of the suit. "Activate flight module!" Alva had said once she was a good distance away from the house. Nothing happened for a brief moment, but then the blonde woman found herself being thrust up with incredible force, and would've thrown up right inside her helmet if she hadn't already braced herself. It wasn't as loud as she thought it'd be, at least. It was fast, though. Really fast. Too fast. "Slow down, slow down, SLOW DOWN!" Alva exclaimed as she flew way up into the air, going hundreds of feet higher in just seconds. Did she not calibrate the strength of the thruster properly?
It was a good thing she'd thought to allow herself to adjust her velocity mid-flight, and after a brief struggle to find just the right strength to maintain her height without falling or gaining any, she found that 20% thruster worked perfectly for treading air, while 40% and 10% worked great for going higher and lower, respectively. The young woman hovered a few hundred feet above the ground, looking out over the massive view she had from where she was. This was what she had built the suit to protect, she thought. The tranquil blue sky, the rolling green hills, and all the people living peacefully below.
Many things way out in space threatened the serene peacefulness that Alva lived her life in. And no one she knew of seemed as capable of standing against those destructive forces than her. "I got this," she muttered to herself, attempting to crack her knuckles before realizing that didn't really work so well with metal gloves. But yes, she was ready to help save the world, or at least she felt she was. She didn't really know where to start, but she could just figure out her plan as she went along. After all, how hard could it really be to become the strongest in the universe?
First, though, she needed to figure out how to land without breaking herself in half.