Tritania
From Unofficial Handbook of the Virtue Universe
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| Tritania's Prison | |
| Tritania | |
| Player: @Stilla | |
| Origin: | Technology |
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| Archetype: | Controller |
| Security Level: | 50 |
| Personal Data | |
| Real Name: | Jessica |
| Known Aliases: | None |
| Species: | Human |
| Age: | Confidential |
| Height: | Confidential |
| Weight: | Confidential |
| Eye Color: | Confidential |
| Hair Color: | Confidential |
| Biographical Data | |
| Nationality: | Confidential |
| Occupation: | Confidential |
| Place of Birth: | Confidential |
| Base of Operations: | Confidential |
| Marital Status: | Confidential |
| Known Relatives: | Confidential |
| Known Powers | |
| Confidential | |
| Known Abilities | |
| Confidential | |
| Equipment | |
| Confidential | |
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Contents |
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The Silver Suit
While exploring a crashed Rikti ship for her salvage company, Jessica found a box with a specialized metallic female combat outfit. She heard the stories of how the Rikti reprogrammed humans to fight, but it never occurred to her that they had special outfits designed for them. From what she could tell, it was made of some sort of Impervium/Tritanium alloy, as well as some other mysterious materials she could not identify. She knew of Impervium and Tritanium-- two materials when combined the resulting material was absolutely indestructible. If mistakes were made during the process, the resulting product could only be melted down in a fusion reactor. Even the advanced races had no way to damage an impervium/tritanium alloy. Jessica wanted to inspect the outfit more closely, but wouldn't be able to do so here. It would have to wait until later when everyone else had left for the day.
Later that evening Jessica went to the storage area where the items from today's salvage were stored. The box from earlier was right where she had left it. Making sure the coast was clear, she picked up her box and returned to her office-- locking the office door behind her. With great curiosity, she removed the items from the box.
First was the main bodysuit. It had a high collar, long sleeves with built in gloves, and a built in panty section. The back of the bodysuit had a vertical opening from the bottom up to the neck. It appeared to be made up of many smaller pieces all tightly hinged together with barely visible seams. The outfit was somehow flexible and would move as the tight precision metal pieces slid past once other and seams moved, like armor. It was quite the piece of workmanship. The top section had 2 orbs which would contain the breasts. The mid waist section was very narrow. When worn, it would probably give the wearer a very small cinched waist like a corset. The most unusual part of the outfit was in the bottom crotch area section. There were 2 extensions, or posts, on the inside which would be inserted upward into the wearer. The one in front was about 6" long, and 2" in diameter. The one in back about 3" long, and 1" in diameter. They were both larger at the center than at the ends or base where they met the outfit-- the shape of a small bowling pin was all that came to her mind. "Oh my...", she said in a shocked voice as she touched the front post. With closer examination, she noticed they both had a series of concentric rings from top to bottom with different shades or bands of silver and gold. It was a smooth finish to the touch though.
Next from the box she removed a pair of dark shiny sheer tights. They looked like pantyhose, but with feet and panty section made of a silver material resembling nylon/lycra spandex. They were strong and heavy, with a very tight weave count. They were somewhat stiff and strong like support pantyhose would be. As she expected the panty section she noticed 2 holes to accommodate the posts from the outfit.
She then pulled out a waist belt from the box. It was a simple smooth belt with a peak upwards and V shape downwards in front, with the opening in back. There didn't appear to be any way to close the belt. She tried to push the belt shut a few times, but it didn't stay closed after making contact with the other side.
Finally the last items from the box were a pair of thigh high boots with stiletto heels around 5". She smiled as she picked one up. "How would anyone be expected to fight in these?", she laughed. They were thin soled, had short pointed toes, and openings up the back center. Like the other parts of the outfit, it was a mystery how they would stay shut.
After inspecting the items several more times, she started working on the translation of the "manual" found at the bottom of the box. The language was very difficult, and many expressions were still untranslated.
A couple hours passed, and Jessica was tired of translating. She learned the outfit was indeed a combat outfit. The 2 posts in the crotch section were designed to handle human waste. There would be no need for the wearer to remove any part of the outfit to go to the bathroom. She thought this was rather clever, since battle conditions may not lend themselves well to finding a nice restroom. The translations were far from complete, and there was still no mention of the stiletto heeled boots.
About ready to call it a night, she began putting the items back into the box. As she did so, the thought of trying on the outfit occurred to her again. During the inspection process, she couldn't help but wonder how it would feel when worn. The temptation was too great; not even sure it would fit, she had to try it on!
After making sure her door was locked, she removed all her clothes and set them on her desk. Carefully she removed the items from the box. The tights seemed like a good place to start. They didn't stretch nearly as easily as typical tights or pantyhose stretched, but she was able to work her foot into the left side. She pulled it up to her knee then repeated with the right foot. Then she stood up and pulled them up all the way over her hips. The shiny panty stretched over her hips and held them tightly in place. As she stood, she noticed that the feet felt very tight and uncomfortable unless she stood tip toe. "They're probably designed for the stiletto heels of the boots...", she thought.
Without a second thought, she proceeded with the boots. Sitting down, she picked up the left boot and inspected the opening. Not sure if it would fit, she slowly guided her size 7 foot into the boot. It was a bit snug, but her foot popped into the boot. Amazingly, it fit quite well. The toe area was a bit tight since it was so short and pointed, but it didn't stop her from continuing with the right boot. Repeating the process, pulling on the right boot, her foot popped into place. She tried to move her toes, but found there not to be much room for that. "I wonder if I can even stand in these!", she thought as she stood up. As she took a few steps, they stayed in place despite the opening up the back.
Lastly, she picked up the main part of the outfit. Starting with the left leg, she stepped into the left side, then repeating with the right leg, slowly pulling the outfit up her legs until it was just below her crotch area. This next part had her concerned, but she knew it was necessary to wear the outfit. She slowly raised the outfit, guiding the rear post into her butt. Once started, she guided the front post in-- slowly lifting more as both metal posts drove deeper into her. The cool metal felt strange and stimulating as it slid into her. Once past the widest part of each post, they easily slid in remaining distance-- pulling the outfit up all the way. A bit turned on, Jessica brought her hand to the front of the panty but was met by a metal wall. "Well, this would get frustrating quick!", she pouted.
Continuing, she slid her left arm into the gloved arm of the outfit, then the right arm. After her arms were both in place, the outfit slid up and into place easier. She guided her breasts into the 2 orbs where they stayed in place. She tried to push the outfit shut, but it wouldn't stay closed. After a few minutes of thinking, she remembered the belt. "Oh, maybe that's the key to closing the outfit...", she thought as she picked up the belt and put it around around her waist.
As she placed it around her waist, it magnetically attached itself to the outfit with a loud click, and began to tighten, tightly around her waist. At the same time, all the seams made a green glow as they closed. The seam up the back of the outfit began to close with the belt tightening around her waist. It got tighter and tighter until it finally stopped after taking about 3" off her waist. The seams up the back of the boots were now closed too, hugging her legs snugly, leaving only a barely visible line where the opening once was. The whole outfit tightened around her body from neck through the arms and waist, down to her stiletto heels. Jessica gasped at the pressure in her waist and stood against the desk to keep her balance as the green glow slowly faded. She took a few steps, but the tightness of the outfit combined with the stiletto heels forced her to walk with swing and sway action. She brought her hands to her tiny waist and smiled. "Oh my, I can't believe how incredible this looks and feels!". She looked at her reflection in the glass of her office door and saw a silver maiden. The way the outfit made her breasts look, her tiny waist, the shine of the tights, the boots, and how small her feet looked was a complete transformation for her. She walked back and forth in her office, admiring her reflection. After posing a few more minutes, she knew it was time to be heading home.
As she returned to her desk, she brought her gloved hand to her back to open the belt but couldn't find an opening. Curious, she went through her purse to find a small mirror and held it behind her to see the back of the belt. Her face turned to one of concern when she could find no seam in the back of the belt. It was as if it was a solid band of metal around her waist. She tugged and pulled at the belt, but it wouldn't open or budge from the outfit.
For over 3 hours Jessica struggled with the outfit to try to remove it. Plenty of the Rikti documentation manual still remained untranslated, but she was too scared and tired to think straight. It was getting very late, and she had to get home. People would start showing up for work soon, and she couldn't be around dressed like this. She put on her clothes over the outfit, leaving only her silver gloved hands and stiletto boots exposed. The outfit was showing above her shirt, but she buttoned up as high as she could so it wasn't too noticeable. As quietly as her stiletto heeled boots permitted, she tip toed out of the office and to her car carrying her bag with the manual. There wasn't too much traffic, so driving home wasn't too difficult-- other than driving in 5" heels which wasn't something she was used to doing.
Jessica stayed up the rest of the night translating more of the documents. When morning arrived, she called in sick, since she was in no condition to go to the office. Exhausted, she collapsed on her bed and fell asleep.
At around noon, Jessica finally came out of her deep sleep. She rubbed her eyes, and was reminded of the outfit by her gloved hands and pain in her feet. She tried to rub them through the boots, but iy didn't offer much relief. "What am I going to do?", she said as she started to cry.
Throughout the course of the day, Jessica tried everything at her disposal to remove the outfit. She had limited tools-- pliers, screwdrivers, small dremmel-- nothing worked. After working on the translations for a couple hours, she needed a break and decided to pick up something at a fast food drive-through. On the way, she passed a Home Depot. "There must be something I can use to cut through this!", she thought as she drove into the parking lot. Despite her knowledge of the material, knowing it was indestructible, she needed to try. Trying not to make too much noise, she walked as quietly as possible through the tile floor isles of the store. She received a few looks, but tried to keep her concentration. "Thank God for self checkout.", she thought to herself, leaving the store.
After arriving at her house, Jessica immediately got started with the new tools; it was her only hope. Among the tools purchased were a higher speed dremmel with a wide assortment of metal cutting tips, hacksaw and blades, drills with several bits, large metal bolt cutters, and solvents. First she tried the dremmel with the titanium/diamond cutting disk. It whined loudly as she increased the speed, and brought it to the belt. Sparks flew as the cutting wheel screamed and smoked. After about 5 minutes, she stopped to inspect the damage. There wasn't a scratch on the belt, and the cutting disk was about 1/3 the size from when she started. She tried the other cutting disks, but ended with the same result. Next, she tried the hacksaw, but tired of that quickly after it failed to cause any damage. Then, the bolt cutters. The only place to insert the blade was at the top of her boots where there was about a 1/4" gap. She worked the blade in, and pressed down on the handles. She managed to come up with the strength necessary to push the handle completely together. Excited that maybe she made progress, she pulled the tool away only to find no evidence of damage to the boot. The blade on the cutter was bent and folded over itself. Finally, she opened the metal dissolving liquid and applied it to the belt. It beaded and quickly ran off the side where it landed on the tile floor instantly burning a hole as far as she could see.
Jessica knew that her only chance of removing the outfit was in the documentation; she needed to complete the translation, but needed access to more books at the office. Since it was going to be a late night, she decided to try to get some sleep over the afternoon and return to the office late to retrieve what was needed. After rubbing her booted feet for a few minutes, she laid down on the couch and fell asleep.
The office was dead, with the exception of the security guard at the gate.
"I hope you're feeling better. You look exhausted!", he said as she drove up to the window.
"Yes, I didn't get much sleep. Not sure if I'll be in tomorrow, but I need to pick up a few things. I won't be long.", she replied, trying to hide her silver gloved hands low on the steering wheel. She found a place to park close to the door, and did a quick stiletto heeled dash for the door. "My God it's hard to walk fast in these!", she said finally arriving at the door. With a slide of her pass key, the door clicked and she entered. Her heels echoed in the hall as she headed straight for her office, making sure nobody was around. There were 3 large binders which would contain everything needed for full translation. Packing them in her bag, she wasted no time heading back for the door. Trying to run across the tiled floor, she noticed the smooth slick surface wasn't slippery as it normally would be with any sort of similar footwear. Somehow, the bottom surface of the boots had traction on the floor. It didn't matter to her; the outfit was coming off and now had the means to unlock the secret to its removal.
The living room floor was scattered with notes, open books, and all documentation pertaining to Rikti and their combat outfits. There were pictures of human men and women in combat, trudging through water, mud, rocky surfaces and slopes. She couldn't believe women could maneuver in the combat outfits. The outfits were all exactly the same, as Jessica wore now. These women were climbing rocks, fences, firing weapons while running, and other combat feats. The men's outfits appeared to be made of the same material, but had more traditional male combat looking coverage.
"Why would the Rikti design the women's outfits this way?", she asked herself again, paging through the pictures.
After several more hours, she had translated most of the documentation. Her heart racing, she sat back on the couch to try to come to terms with what she translated:
Construction
- tritanium/impervium alloy, with additional compounds to ensure durability
- combined at temperatures exceeding 25,000C
- once cooled, completely indestructible even if re-heated above combining temperature
- flexible joint areas where needed
Features
- self contained waste and perspiration functionality, converted to energy to power suit
- programmable power sets, depending on need
Behavior, Control and Obedience Functions
- electrical shock discipline center contained in the crotch area of the suit
- both pain and pleasure delivery possible
- optional Distance Enforcement for 2 or more soldiers; if soldiers exceed programmed distance from each other, discipline shock delivered.
Other Notes
- When making use of the Distance Enforcement, it is advised to initially include at least 1 female in the group. The female outfits are designed with stiletto heeled boots. The new inexperienced females will have difficulty running to escape. This will decrease the likelihood that any group will succeed at an escape in the unlikely event the programming fails.
- The combat outfits are permanent. They can never be removed, and are completely indestructible. Make absolutely certain it is programmed with the desired power sets and discipline functions correctly, and subject selection made wisely. If any mistakes are made, the subject must be destroyed in a nuclear chamber where temperatures are great enough to guarantee the outfit is destroyed.
It took Jessica a couple weeks to accept what had happened to her. She was locked permanently in an outfit designed by a race with thousands of years of technology experience. Their own technology exceeded their abilities, making the outfit unremovable even by them. The Rikit saw no reason to concern themselves with this, since the wearer of the outfit meant nothing to them.
Over the course of the next few months, Jessica came up with outfits to help conceal the suit-- various gloves, and boot covers which could be zipped over her boots to give the appearance of regular leather boots. But always with the same black 5" stiletto heels showing.
Her work continued, as she collected various Rikti technology and metals in the hope of finding a way to defeat the outfit.
After a year in the outfit, there was no visible wear or scratches on any surface-- including the bottoms of the boots. But even after all this time, she still collected salvage and hoped that one day she'd find the secret or the flaw which would permit her to free herself...
The Meeting with Argot'BurWot
During the course of the past year, Jessica collected various pieces of salvage in the hopes of coming up with something to help free her from the outfit. But without intimate knowledge of the mysterious Rikti salvage, she didn't have any success.
While on the way to Rikti War Zone, she met Argot'BurWot, a Rikti who was working with the Vanguard. If there was any chance he could help, it would be worth visiting with him.
Jessica entered the room where she saw Argot'BurWot earlier in the week. As she approached him, he turned around to face her as he heard her stiletto heeled boots echo on the tile. He recognized the outfit, and suspected the reason for her visit.
"Hello Argot, my name is Jessica. I have been going by the name of Tritania, due to this combat outfit which you might recognize."
He looked at her and nodded.
She continued, "Is there anything you can tell me about this?"
After about 20 seconds, he replied, "It is a humanoid combat outfit, designed to last forever and never be removed."
She took a deep breath and swallowed.
"It is the final design combat outfit and been in use for over 25,000 years. How did you end up wearing it?" he asked.
"I found it while exploring a crashed Rikti ship, and tried it on..." she replied in a shaky voice.
He shook his head, and continued.
"Why would you put it on? The documentation clearly explains it is permanent. You will never get the outfit off; it will be with you for the rest of your life now."
She tried not sound frightened, and produced a hologram of the salvage she had collected.
"Over the past year, I found some strange Rikti salvage. I was hoping maybe it would help me unlock the outfit..."
The hologram floated in front of her as Argot looked at it, shaking his head.
"There is nothing that can remove the outfit. When it locked around you, the green glow you saw was the material joining at the seams. It is now a solid piece with no seams, and no way to be cut. In the 25,000 years we have been using this technology, nobody has ever been able to cut through to free themselves. Even our most brilliant scientists can not defeat this material they have designed. It is now seamless, as if it were somehow created around you." he replied.
"But what about teleportation? Can't I teleport the outfit off?" she asked in a shaky desperate voice.
"No, there is teleport suppression and blocking circuitry designed into the outfit. As I said, in all the years this design has been in use, never has anyone found a way to remove one. I am sorry, but this will remain locked on you for the rest of your life."
Raising her voice slightly, she asked, "Why was it designed this way? With the tight mid section like a corset? And these boots, with 5" stiletto heels? Who could ever think this was a good idea? It took me about a month to learn to walk in them, and over a year to run!"
"I do not know the specifics of the design, but I remember reading that it was inspired from a captured male of your species. Apparently, in his mind, this is how it needed to be to perform well. The designers went with the design in his mind. At first it was obvious there might be issues, since the females were significantly slower paced than the males. But in time the females adapted, and developed better dexterity and agility than the males. Also, the design appeared to have an effect on the male enemies, causing them to be easily distracted and more easily defeated. So, the design was made official, and hasn't changed in thousands of years."
Jessica thought to herself, and agreed that her sense of balance and agility had in fact improved over the year. Her leg muscles have also become significantly stronger.
"You too will adapt in the coming years. I'm sorry, but there is nothing anyone can do to remove this outfit.", he finished as he turned and walked back to his work.
She stood for a few minutes, then stomped a stiletto heel loudly on the tile in frustration before turning and heading for the Rikti War Zone...
