The Martial Unity

“Wow…” Ria murmured as she swept her hands across the surface of the suit, feeling the sheer toughness of the substance. It was a dark substance that felt unfathomably smooth to the touch.

“That is version 6.3 of our Spacetron series, designed for combat in space,” the employee helpfully offered. “It is made up of carbon nanotube lattices, capable of locking up and becoming extremely tough in the blink of an eye while dissipating energy across the suit and the user.”

The suit was jet black with white streaks running from the chest to the rest of the body.

“It is powered by a mini-cold fusion reactor,” the employee added. “Able to generate two hundred megawatts of power, it spends most of this energy on locomotion, to give Martial Artists leverage in outer space. And it does this through a gas propellant system that amplifies breathing techniques, designed to ensure that a Martial Artist is able to maneuver using comfortable techniques.”

“How strong is the suit?” Runark asked curiously. “Can it withstand an attack from a Martial Master like myself?”

“It was crafted by a master craftsman,” she replied with a hint of pride. “Our esteemed in-house craftsman division, as you surely know, is composed entirely of dwarves. We do not print or fabricate our products like a lot of other companies in the space. Our products are crafted by hand by the best hands in the stars.”

That was what set high-end brands like Exottire apart from many of their lower-end competitors. That catered exclusively to high-end sectors of every exosuit market in the world, and each of their products was crafted by the pathwalkers of creation.

The fact that the suit before them was crafted by a master dwarven made them gulp, almost too afraid to touch it. Master craftsmen dwarven were the second-highest-ranked dwarves in the Path of Creation, second only to Elder Craftsmen, a title given to the best of craftsmen among the dwarves, capable of forging treasures out of scraps.

The fact that a dwarf had crafted the Spacetron 6.3 suit before them erased any doubt that the product could withstand their power. Dwarven technology was known to be extremely durable, far more so than the materials used would otherwise be. It was a phenomenon that had been identified more in the Era of Expansion, as cutting-edge researchers had managed to dissect and understand what was otherwise a well-kept secret.

Isotropic Singularity.

That was the reason why dwarven products were so indestructible. It was a quantum phenomenon where the force exerted on any one particle was uniformly distributed to every other atom and molecule. At a microscopic level, an object breaking was not their atoms splitting apart, but rather molecules splitting apart from each other as the force exerted overwhelmed the force of molecular chemical bonds.

But the trait of dwarven craftsmanship made this more difficult, as isotropic singularity meant that atoms and molecules were subject to uniform forces, making it impossible for their bonds to break. The more isotropic singularity a crafted object had, the more difficult it was to destroy it. Nobody understood how the dwarves did it.

It was one of the most well-kept secrets of their race, and their Paths were the most secretive out of all the paths in the world. After all, unlike every other path, they didn’t use the power of the path in combat in front of their opponents or enemies.

They applied the power that their path granted them in secret, in isolated workshops with the best jamming technology in the world. For a long time, nobody had had any real idea what the dwarves actually did with their products.

But once the secret came out with intense research, the demand for their products had only risen astronomically. Products with isotropic uniformity were much superior to those without.

“This is good, but this is mostly for spacefare, right?” Ria raised an eyebrow, folding her arms. “We’re about to embark on a dangerous planetary mission. So we don’t strictly need that.”

“True,” Runark nodded, turning towards the woman. “Do you have exo-Martial suits that function well on a planetary system? Also, I need lighter suits since I specialize in maneuvering. Can’t lug this around with me.”

“Why, of course we do,” she enthusiastically remarked, gesturing to a series of thinner suits with less protection that seemed like they would wrap around the body very cleanly. “We have our Type-C maneuvering skinsuits designed for Martial Artists like yourself. It minimizes surface area and is covered in special substances like Aluminium Magnesium Boride to minimize drag. While the soles of the boots of the suit are covered in hyper-frictional surfaces that give the user great grip.”

“Whoa…” Runark murmured as he walked past several suits, arriving at one that made his eyes widen.

It was a biosuit with a soft layer of translucent flesh.

Ria’s expression crumpled with a hint of disgust. “Is that…?”

“It’s our EvoArmor model,” the employee replied seamlessly. “It’s crafted evosapien cells and is meant to allow immense versatility, including, of course…”

She smiled at Runark. “Versatility on an exoplanet terrestrial environment. It can minimize drag immensely, and it can allow you to adaptively evolve to your environment much better than you ever could.”

“This… was crafted by a master dwarf?”

“Actually, it was partly crafted by an Elder Craftsman,” she replied, much to their shock. “However, the esteemed craftsman only crafts the first evosapien stem cell, from which the other cells are derived. Because it takes very little time for an Elder Craftsman to craft an evosapien cell, it can be reasonably afforded by Martial Masters like yourselves.”

“…I think I’ll go with this,” Runark muttered with a still uncomfortable expression. Ria turned towards him with a queasy expression. This was basically a suit created from the cells of a human being. She wasn’t sure if there were any circumstances under which she would choose to wear something like that.

He heaved a sigh. “We’re going to be embarking on a dangerous mission. We have absolutely no idea what we’re going to run into, and we should ensure that we can adapt to whatever we’re hit with.”

He turned towards the employee with a more determined expression. “I’d like to try this on, please.”