<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>  Name:</strong>Khutulan Karpitskaya<br/>  <strong>Title:</strong> Crimson Dynamo<br/>  <strong>Affiliation:</strong>  Resistance<br/>  <strong>Location:</strong>   Moscow<br/>  <strong>Tags:</strong>Open<br/></span></span><hr/><strong>Twenty Four Hours Ago – Sorge Air Force Base</strong><br/><br/>Roughly one ton of armor of dirt brown and metallic gray metal stomped forward, looking almost ponderous with each step. This particular version of the Crimson Dynamo armor looked and moved in an erratic fashion as the disproportionate oversized upper body gently pitched from side to side with every step that Khutulan, it's new pilot, took. Her brain stem was almost literally hooked up with the armor as she looked out over the advanced avionics and heads up displays that were shining on the interior of the suits helmet.<br/><br/>“Any side effects from the cyberjack?” Professor Gavrilov asked as half of the bases lab personnel and engineers plus the two AIM mad scientists watched sheets of dust previously caking the armor shake off of its thick carborundum plating.<br/><br/>“No,” Khutulan replied truthfully, trying to hold back the obvious thrill she was feeling actually manipulating and working a suit of armor this size. Having a cord sticking out of her neck wasn't nearly as bad as the surgery itself.<br/><br/>“The cyberjack is meant to interpret and transmit your neural impulses into digital commands for the suit. So far it seems to be working well. With practice, you should be able to think your suit commands while operating your body in a different manner. Essentially doing two things at once,” the Professor explained.<br/><br/>“Yes I know, I am a pilot,” Khutulan replied curtly, feigning more annoyance then she actually felt. Truth was, she was ecstatic and just wanted to break into a run down the corridor and out into the open and see just how effective this suit of armor really was. “What are its capabilities?”<br/><br/>Gavrilov checked his tablet computer. “It was originally a beta suit made by Anton Vanko back in the sixties, before he defected to America. The original undersuit is carborundum plating, treated with a reflective coating that proofs it against electrical and electromagnetic threats. Vanko was a brilliant electrical engineer and it shows in his design. The main weapon is an updated version of the original electrical circuitry. The chest mounts an EMP Disruptor cannon capable of disabling electronic targets with a powerful electromagnetic pulse. There are also wrist mounted cutting lasers, electrical discharges, jet paralyzers, flamethrowers and  for immediate incapacitation of organic targets. All have been updated and integrated to fit the modern avionics installed into the suit,” Gavrilov tallied off.<br/><br/>“The added armor plating was constructed using a three dimensional submolecular knitting process allowing the maximum tensile strength out of the metals and reinforced by a structural integrity field. On the left and right breastplates, the armor plates are retractable, allowing the deployment of anti-armor guided missile racks mounted underneath either individually or in multiple shot salvos. An early model repulsor beam is mounted in both hands and on your left wrist is a prototype rotary barreled particle weapon.”<br/><br/>“A gatling energy cannon?” Khutulan asked almost eagerly as she continued stomping forward, the heavy armored footsteps obsessionally cracking the soft asphalt underfoot.<br/><br/>Professor Gavrilov smiled at her quaint terminology. “After a fashion I suppose,” the scientist replied. “It's all powered by a miniaturized atomic reactor.”<br/><br/>“It won't explode like a nuclear weapon will it?” Khutulan then asked, suddenly leery of the possibility of exploding.<br/><br/>“No. It is a controlled reaction,” the Professor replied with a smirk. “There is also a defensive energy shield for the deflection of rays, thermal attacks and energized particles and a forcefield for other projectiles. Despite its ponderous nature it can approach speeds of up to six hundred miles per hour while retaining close to maximum functionality and agility. It's speed is maxed out to roughly Mach two point five however but is also capable of breaking into a sixty mile per hour sprint,” the Professor then summarized.<br/><br/>“Sounds fun,” Khutulan then stated as they stepped out of the bunker tunnel and into the sunlight, immediately looking up at the sun shining through the overcast gray sky. “I think I should take it for a spin,” she said, as she started to think about getting this power armor to take off as suddenly the boot thrusters started to shake and tremble and the Professor warily stepped back. “I'm not going to incinerate you am I?”<br/><br/>“The thrusters on the boots are washed in cold air to as to protect bystanders from immolation. You have to consciously deactivate that safeguard,” Professor Gavrilov then stated sagely, apparently having covered all the bases.<br/><br/>“Good to know!” Lieutenant Khutulan Karpitskaya stated as she took off. “I'll take it for a spin. I have a car dealership to visit,” she then said over the suits secure communication system before thinking and literally willing the one ton suit of monstrous armor to rise in the air as thick blasts of exhaust plumed outward in billowing clouds in the wake of her armor rising into the air.<br/><br/>The latest Crimson Dynamo armor suit to take flight soon picked up speed as the concussive force of the launch almost knocked the nearby bystanders onto their butts. “Did she say a car dealership?” Damar asked, stepping up and dusting her beekeeper suit off as they watched the smoke trails left in the armors wake rapidly dissipate into wispy vapors.