Through the Living Heir

“Those people do sound evil… these suits are pretty much unbreakable if you know what kind of attacks are coming. They don’t protect against everything at once - one kind of attack would break the protection against another if they’re layered the wrong way - but they’d make it much easier for you.” Nick takes the lightsaber, flicks it on then off again, then wraps it in biofabric.

“What did they do? If I can have the lightsaber, I’ll start making you some food while we talk.”

“I’ll help you turn it to just plain paradise. I don’t know what your technology level is, but I can advance it centuries.”

“I’m going to give you plans and tools. What is your world like?”

“We travel to the stars. Space is not an issue in outer space. I can’t build a warp drive in a random cave, even with all this xenotech. But I can give you a blueprint.”

"I don't know where you come from, but you need to bring these suits back with you. It would save your entire civilization."

"No. If someone does kill another they are typically locked up and given therapy, so nobody else gets hurt. These suits and the technology to make them means that nobody has to worry about resources, so the only jobs people still have deal with exploring and ideas."

Nick looks embarrassed. "Sorry. You implied you'd eat me... Anyway, the crystal plus the suit can produce essentially anything. So yes, you'd be set for life - nobody where I come from actually needs to work."

"That rather ominous statement implies you eat human flesh..." Nick looks alarmed, but continues, "My xenosuit is alive and can grow whatever I need. With the energy from the sword's power source, part of it could grow meat from the air. Once I'm done deactivating the stupid safety measures, I'll be able to grow another suit, into which I would put the power source. I could give it to you, and it would act like a plant that grows meat."

"With the energy that makes the blade, I could produce you essentially infinite food. As is, my suit would likely kill you."

Nick described the death star earlier, you may have missed it.

"I don't know how I'd find any souls. I can try to make you a malevolent AI - I don't know if those have souls or not. I could also make you a suit of armor that could protect you from almost anything, some wings, an assistant that 'possesses' some glasses."

Nick buries his face in his hands. "What is it with you people and demons?! Although actually, I'm supposed to believe in them to use the holy-moon-rocks-of-making-entropy-curl-up-in-a-corner-and-cry. Can I have the lightsaber? I could use a power source for my suit... I can give you something in return. What do you want?"

"I wonder where you get them from... Anyway, that kind of sword is from that guy's universe." Nick says, pointing to Larry.

"Where'd you get a lightsaber? Are you from starwarsland too?"

“The Death Star was a spaceship the size of a moon that had a really really big laser on it. It was used once, annihilating a planet, then blown up surprisingly easily. That was the first Star Wars movie, although not the earliest chronologically. You should try to stop it from being built. It was a colossal waste of resources and lives, and there are much better ways to conquer the galaxy. Why you’d need the whole thing, I have no idea.” Nick was talking to Larry. He did ask you some questions, though. “Hi? I’m Nick Bryer. Something has been teleporting people around, I assume that’s why you’re here.” Nick is a tall-ish young man wearing a skintight black suit with large folded wings on his back.

The blindfold unties itself, flying into the wall again. Veer keeps his eyes carefully closed.

“It was called that because the war took place between the stars. At the time, we hadn’t gone there yet, so that was an important distinction.” “It is quite strange. Unrelated to that, is there a way to make the crystals only take as much energy as they can hold? Or a way to take heat from the air?” “Yeah, I think we can leave.” Nick walks over to the patches he stuck to the wall, and takes them off, returning them to his suit so it can construct circuitry with the copper. “So, when are you from? Has the Death Star been constructed yet?”

Veer opens his eyes is in tugged across the room by blindfold, crashing into his wall.

If we’re advertising things, I am starting an RP here:

“No, much stranger. My society has supposedly made up stories of his, or at least a society much like it. They’re considered some of the best movies of all time, even over a century later - people keep making up stories that take place in their universe.” Nick looks baffled. “How someone from a fictional world can be here, I have no idea. It is closer to my world than yours. People travel between the stars, meeting creatures from planets around them, and there are metal people built to assist others, at least if this is really the world of Star Wars.”

“Nice to meet you, Larry. You’re an imperial stormtrooper? From Star Wars? A lot of strange things have happened to me in the past few weeks, but this may be the strangest. At least there’ll be someone who can accept my technology level.” SIMON speaks through the communicator. “Hello! I’m SIMON, Nick’s suit AI. He’s able to talk to you now, though, so you don’t really need me.”

I had an old post theorizing that several spikes of hemalurgic iron increases strength, speed, wakefulness, warmth, health, and determination (all the pushing ferruchemical attributes other than spiritual, although I can think of some arguments for Connection too), while reducing senses, emotional stability, and intelligence (the other three hemalurgic non-MoI attributes). Potentially some of the spiritweb is overwritten with more strength and related attributes, decreasing the other human attributes. I think hemalurgic constructs in general could be understood much better than they are; we need more examples.

"Gemini can tie it, I assume." @Ancient Elantrian you're still there, right? Do you still need stabbing?