Rage War Incursion 1

Mains checked his combat suit's status. There was no damage. Laser charge on his sidearm was low. His com-rifle ammo and charge were at eighty percent, and his shotgun was a reassuring weight on his back. It was a fully restored antique, but it had saved his skin ten years before on Addison Prime when his unit was sent in against a rogue Marines outfit. He'd been a corporal then, and it had been his first firefight against other trained soldiers.
He'd held his own, and when his suit's CSU went down and all his weapons went offline, it was the shotgun that had saved his life.-pg.26 chpt.1

"You heard the Corporal," he said. "Weapon up. Lieder, initiate our approach. And give us a full-screen view."

He plucked his own weapons from their clasps around
his seat and packed them on and in his combat suit. The laser sidearm clipped to his right thigh, plasma grenades hung around his belt, and his com-rifle slipped into a holster across his shoulders.
The compact rifle had been developed especially for
Excursionists. It carried a charge pack and magazine, and was programmable to fire plasma bursts, laser sprays, micro-dot solid munitions, and nano-ordinance that exploded, shredded, or expanded according to programming. It could lay down a withering field of fire, or act as a sniping weapon over a distance of two miles. Its on-board systems were linked to the combat-suit computer, and in the hands of an experienced user the com-rifle was a formidable weapon.

The micron-thin suits themselves were at the cutting edge of military tech. Fireproof, self-sustaining, fully loaded with med-packs, resistant to Xenomorph blood (to a degree), fully flexing yet acting as armor when required, and incorporating the latest in retro-engineered Yautja invisibility technology, they were designed and fitted to individual wearers. They acted as exoskeletons, life support, and strength enhancement according to the situation. Mains also packed a mini-drone in each shoulder pad, each one capable of acting independently and traveling up to fifteen miles from his suit. They could relay back information, build a three-dimensional map of a battlefield, and launch remote attacks. The fine, clear helmet layer hugged his facial contours and fed information directly to his eye, forming a virtual display that overlaid any information he required across whatever his surroundings might be. Securing his suit and weaponry, he sent a thought prompt to his suit's onboard computer and it fired up all systems, running diagnostics and reporting full function. If the time came, he was ready for a fight.-pg.138-139 chpt.10