Title: The Gathering of Apexes
"To ensure your survival on that stage, I present you with a custom, armored formal coat lined with shock-absorbent synthetic fibers," Laura declared.
Gerald took the heavy garment from her outstretched hands, his red optical sensors scanning every intricate square millimeter of the fabric.
"You have outdone yourself, Laura," Gerald acknowledged quietly, slipping his broad shoulders into the sleek obsidian sleeves.
"It fits you like a second skin of iron," she said with a proud, appreciative smile, smoothing down the platinum lapels.
"It will serve its purpose well," Gerald replied, checking the internal status indicators of his suit through his neural link.
The golden morning sun of Aethelgard Prime crested over the towering glass spires, flooding the
