Aiden Maxwell

Aiden Maxwell
Aiden Maxwell
Name		Aiden Maxwell
AKA		Robin
Stories		The Fusion Ultimatum The Gotham Vigilantes
Sex		Male
Appearance		Caucasian, above average height, slim build, dark brown hair, brown eyes
Date of Birth		The Fusion Ultimatum:
Father
Mother
Partner
Likeness

Description

Stephanie

Weapons

• From Forsaken Chapter 217

1. 2x Heckler & Koch P30SK Compact 9-mm with six magazines
2. 2x Throwing Knives
3. Combat Knife
4. 2x Custom Sais

Equipment

• From Forsaken Chapter 217

First, I pulled on the padded undersuit which consisted of two parts. The jacket, which zipped up the front, was a dark royal blue in colour and actually very appealing. The trousers were a deep royal red, which I liked too.
“The undersuit is bullet and stab resistant to Type IIA Standards...” Megan monologued as I changed.
Next, I was handed sections of contoured modular body armour. The armour sections were in the same red and blue as the undersuit and clipped onto the undersuit and together to form a semi-rigid Type IIIA armour that protected the important parts of my body. I was surprised at how light it was – it was still heavy, but I would be able to manage it.
“... The armour is like mine and ultra-flexible to allow for maximum agility when in combat...”
Embossed onto the chest plate was a large gold symbol, Ψ, much like a trident. Megan saw me looking down at it, upside down.
“... The Greek letter ‘Psi’ – it denotes psychology...”
“Nice!” I commented approvingly.
Megan then handed me a pair of red boots that came up my legs and connected with the armour on my thighs. The boots had stab-resistant soles and were amazingly light and comfortable to wear. In the top of each boot was a slot, although I had absolutely no idea what the slot was for.
“Try this...”
I took the gold-coloured utility belt and with Megan's help attached it to the top and bottom halves of the combat suit. On each side was an empty pistol holster and around the back, pouches for other equipment which included a section for the communications equipment. Attached to the belt was a short, deep royal red, skirt which went as far as midway down my thighs.
“Now to cover your face, your very distinctive hair and that cute little Brit accent...”
I scowled at Megan as she grinned back. I was handed what looked like wig, well actually a brunette, shoulder-length wig, only the wig was attached to a mask. Megan took hold of my ponytail and with the help of some hairclips, secured it up and out of the way. I pulled the mask and wig over my head. The inside of the wig was padded and very similar to the mask that Megan wore. I realised that beneath the hair was armour to protect my head. What was visible under the hair, was blue. The mask protected the sides of my face, back of the neck and covered the area around my eyes and down the bridge of my nose. My forehead, and jaw were still visible.
As I was changing, I watched my metamorphosis in a mirror – each step was awesome to watch. Megan took the fingers of my right hand and moved them to my mask and under one side where I could feel three buttons.
“The first, here, enables the comms, the second enables the voice alteration technology and the third activates the anti-lift tech...”
After pressing each button in turn, Megan picked up a handheld radio.
“Psyche, this is Wildcat, over...”
In my mask I could hear Megan's voice quite clearly. She pointed to the left of my chest and I pressed my hand there.
“Receiving, over...” I responded, letting go of the Push-To-Talk button.
I heard my own voice coming out of Megan’s radio, but an electronic sounding voice was heard in the room. Megan saw my smile.
“Cool, huh!”
“Awesome!”
Megan showed me how to activate the hands-free or VOX mode on the communications equipment and then she handed me a pair of dark royal red gauntlets which extended up my forearms and joined with the armour a few inches below my elbow.
“Those gauntlets will protect you from knives and other blades. You have built in knuckle-dusters and they are weighted to improve your punch – we can ditch those as you get bigger. Your fist will also be protected when you pound somebody, or something.”
The final item, which I thought was bloody awesome, was a plain cape, the same colour as my skirt. The material was strange, but light and fluid.
“Bullet resistant and fire-proof, among other things...” Megan explained as she attached it to my collar.
The cape came down as far as the backs of my knees.

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