Lords of RPG

Cam prepares for the day by encasing himself in psychic armor. The armor was almost imperceptible, except for an outline underneath his arms and under his legs and behind his neck. It was like a fiber optic light that sends a signal every 60 seconds or so. It was most noticeable when struck. The armor sparks and crackles in retort to any forceful blows. It compares to some of the more powerful up-armored kit found in many military outfits.

The armor contains an armament that manifests itself based on the range of the target. For close in support, wrist fired projectiles expose themselves as large watch-like fabrications. For long distance targets, a shoulder fired apparatus emerges with range-finding capabilities. The sound is like the releasing of compressed air, followed by the crack of a supersonic projectile. The psychic forced sabot round is guided by Cam’s determination to see violence done.

Cam left for the morning to go shopping. The ship needed a few things and he said he would pick up food for everyone. Later that day, Cam headed back to the Odyssey laden with supplies and spare parts. It had been a good outing. He even found a vendor selling fresh fruit. The crew would be happy.

He rounded a corner and doubled over from a knife to the midsection. His assailant leveled a laser pistol at his head. Cam looked up to the face of his attacker. Then looked past him to the sky. He dropped his supplies and blinked, trying not to pass out. He heard his would be killer say, “This is for Veridian!”

Cam had nothing to do but teleport as his main action. He reappeared at the top of a three-story building, looking down he thought how lucky he was. He took a moment to heal his battered internal organs while his attacker fled. He was still doubled over when he blinked into being on top of the building. A glow formed in his hands and a warm feeling came over him as the psychic energies healed his innards.  

Cam’s shoulder mounted cannon rotated into position, leveled out and began tracking the target. The weapon was a psychic construct. So, it looked the part, but did not have the normal accoutrements like a magazine or trigger. Once Cam regained his composer, he fired. A ‘whoosh’ followed by a ‘crack’ sounded and the fleeing bandit went down hard. Blood flowed into a large puddle where the culprit lay, a small crowd forming around him.