Saunders hunched down behind the rock, poking his head as much as he dared, trying to get a view of what the enemy was doing. He felt his heart racing, and the warm flow of chemicals into his veins as his 'Suit struggled to calm him down. His rifle -- nestled over his left forearm while his trigger finger hung ready to squeeze -- seemed to weigh a ton. The metal rubber fabric of his 'Suit itched, and he felt sticky, sweaty. The 'Suit computer assured him his body temperature was a within acceptable limits, and although he trusted the 'Suit, he knew errors happened. The display fed into his right eye showed images from orbital cameras. The details were better then the view from his perch above them. Still, he needed to be able to see with his own real vision. Not that he didn't trust the electronics. Every soldier learned to trust the electronics, or died for ignoring it. Still, he knew errors happened.

-- EmptyKube - 13 Jul 2004

It was a weird sort of stereo vision, the right eye picture of the landscape was clear and bright; the left eye saw a darker, murky place made more indistinct by occasional puffs of dust that were either not registering or being filtered out by the orbital cameras. There, another one of those damn floating dust balls. First a little pop sound, then a little ball lifted off the surface, expanding as it went up. The valley was filling with them. With each mote, less was visible with real vision, and still the enhanced orbital optics showed nothing.

-- AnnelieseFox - 19 Jul 2004

Saunders had his 'Suit computer query the orbitals to verify evrything was fine. It was a bad choice, and he regretted it as soon as he made it. The signal could be interecepted and traced back to his locaction. He shifted uncomfortably, and tried once more to get his mark with real vision. Something moved to his left, in the dark, and he scanned the area with his enhanced vision. Infrared showed nothing, but his real vision showed shadow movements against a murky backdrop. Something was wrong with the electronics. Had to be. How else could you explain it? His anxiety started to climb and the 'Suit injected soothing pharmocols into his blood stream. His heart rate eased down. He didn't feel quite so uncomfortable in the metal rubber skin anymore. "Bang, you're dead." Came a voice near his left. He turned just in time to see the flash of discharge. He tried to dodge, but the 'Suit's servos froze. He felt the full brunt of the blast burn into his chest. "Fucking electronics!" he shouted at his killer -- EmptyKube - 03 Oct 2004