[b][i][u]Hell. -blam!-ing. Yes.[/u][/i][/b] Days after days after days. It took him forever to make it, to conceive it, but he did it. A portable, resilient, adaptable armor. Pilon, Melnoch, and many other materials from him and the peaceful race. It. Was. Glorious. But, alas he was going to have some fun. He wasn't going to tell anyone, he wasn't going to whip it out until absolutely needed, adds to the dramatic effect. He smirked at his devious plan. He sighed, put on a Spider-Man t-shirt, some jeans and sneakers, and made his way back to the ship, his new and improved armor taking the shape of a silver necklace with a cross. [spoiler]open[/spoiler]