Lowengren wears the black garb, but compared to the suits and exoskeleton technology that the Presiders have, it seemed like a poor and flashy suit. The plates were too clean, the lines too theatrical, the chest emblem a brazen tortoise shell that looked more parade than war.
But at Lowengren's command, the suit began to revert and covered his entire being! A film-dark plates unfurled from his collar to his boots, seals hissing as hidden vanes cinched into living geometry. A shimmer rippled across the surface, and the cheap gloss deepened into a predatory black that swallowed the light.
With a dynamic movement, Lowengren struck an awesome pose. One leg kicked forward, one arm cocked, two fingers extended at his visor like a player sighting an invisible crosshair.
"Black Tortoise Ranger! Super Dark Shell!"
BOOOM!
