Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30225761-20170210035134/@comment-30700719-20170219140919

"Don't worry guys, I'll help!" I yell after Harold's crew. I put on some goggles, fabricate a quad-bike, and gun the engine. "Santaaa! Minillaaaa! Chakoooo! This ain't gonna work..." I look around. I can't see anyone who might be watching me. I dematerialise the quad-bike. "ICARUS, activate the testing apparatus." My experimental Striker Units materialise onto my feet and lower legs, while a lightly armoured suit forms around the rest of me, extending to my neck. I put on the helmet. "ICARUS, switch to thermal." The colour of the sand fades to a dark navy blue. Ahead, three figures can be seen in the distance. "That must be them!" I hit the throttle and leap forward into the air, the rocket engines boosting me forward.  "ICARUS, change the suit's molecular composition to provide radiation protection! Geez, if that's who I think it is, well....he's not going to be happy that his daughter has a small cut on her hand."