We love items with a great backstory: not just an energy pistol, not just a visor or Blue Wing cutting torch, but something with a past, with scars that can be read.
A suit of gray, high-tech body armor is peppered with bullet marks and burn patterns from explosive charges, as well a custom paint job and a thin coat of desert dust. Standard gears and hydraulics have been replaced with handtooled mechanisms… This armor remains locked in a bunker for several years.
And then the player finds it.
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Today, our community reached another reward - a special servoshell color scheme!
Servoshel coloring is now unlocked
A gloved hand snaps away a dusty tarp with Black Wing insignia. Lamps flare a little brighter, illuminating acrylic painted armor. Chrome servo hoses shimmer in the dim light.
The original soldier’s name and rank have been erased. In black, it now simply says “Mike”.
***
Far out in the uncharted desert there is a database center containing CRONUS employee records. If you open the personnel table, you will find a total of 43 people on the Committee named “Michael,” and four more registered as “Mike”. Narrowing the search to Black Wing employees gives you four “Mikes” in total. Their employment status was updated to “Deceased” soon after the incident with Maelstrom.
Because the right Mike, the Mike who made this armor, is not Black Wing. Nor Blue Wing (eight people, one dead), nor White (twenty-three), nor Orange (seven surviving, two dead).
Mike is a Silver, perhaps the craziest Silver under the Dome.
***
Michael Hurd Jr. could have written a book about his life if he had been able to hold still long enough. He did try writing a book once, at the age of fourteen, when he wished to become a writer. He also loved sports and planned to become a professional baseball player, as well as a sailor, a surfer (as if the climate in New England is conducive to surfing!), an automobile designer, and a financier. In the end, it was that last profession which led Mike to the Dome, and the financial department of Silver Wing.
After a year of working for the Committee, Michael realized he was in trouble: he lacked the perseverance and discipline needed for career advancement, and without the right education there was no way to transfer to a different Wing. Mike would have preferred to leave the Dome altogether, but of course that was not an option.
But in the midst of a gray depression, Mike came up with a plan: rob the vault at his base, occupy one of the hundreds of cozy, uninhabited objects in the distant desert, and live life the way he did before, exactly as his whim would have it.
After considering the many different angles, he declared his plan flawless. Now came the execution.
Well actually there is more than one, but which one you like the most?
On the appointed day, Mike removed the beacon from his CaerOS so that he could not be traced. Then, using a stolen management override, he breached the vault and seized close to 1,700,000 combonds. Overnight he became the wealthiest Silver on the base.
But no matter how perfect the plan, the unforeseen can always derail it: in the midst of the heist, the base’s electrical systems flickered and died before switching to emergency mode. The alarm linked to the vault, which Mike had previously deactivated, rebooted. The moment he touched the door, the sirens began their terrible song...
Mike fled, but ended up cornered in a warehouse. While the engineers were readying equipment to break through the doors, the administration was gathering all available forces just behind them.
The security doors fell in with a hollow boom. Mike stood before his former colleagues in a servoshell which for some reason he had wrapped in a dozen CRONUS-issue synthetic warehouse storage bags.
As it reads in the operations log, M.Hurd Jr. responded to their offer of surrender with his middle finger. With negotiations now over, Black Wing forces unleashed a storm of gunfire and the great chamber lit up with a dozen powerful flashes. Mike had planned a couple of surprises however. Beneath his robe of bags were two additional layers of security. The first was a carpet of bulletproof vests. The second was a necklace of flashbangs, which defanged the gunmen immediately.
The ops log went on to say that Mike came out of this exchange completely unharmed. The servoshell had deflected both bullets and the effect of the flashbangs, while the thick wads of cash stuffed between his clothes and the armor no doubt helped to dampen the concussive effect of the grenades.
In a smoking armor suit, now a walking vault full of money, Mike exited the base.
And immediately got lost in the desert.
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