???: Heat and blunt force... very broad categories.
You'd probably want a ceramic composite vest. Designed so that it'll ablate away if it's superheated, but it'll still block nearly everything from a bullet to a sword. Of course, it's expensive, but if you've vast needs, it offers vast protection.
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."Heliodor: I'm sorry. I've been very distant from work like this basically all my life. In effect I only strictly need to protect my chest, that's one thing I understand.
The Crystal Caverns A bird's gotta sing.???: -to Heliodor- An astute observation. Center-of-mass is the easiest thing to aim at with a gun and thrust at with a sword. Biggest part of the human body.
Catalogue in the corner, and there's a few examples on mannequins. Ship around.
Six: I need my armor fixed.
-The man snaps to the Spartan-
???: Fixed? Looks like it works.
Six: I'll pass you the diagnostics. It's barely functioning as is.
???: Begs the question of how you're still alive.
Six: I'll ask myself that later.
-The man pauses for a moment... and nods-
???: Step into the back. Everyone else is welcome as well.
-The man moves towards the back. As he leaves, the light shines on a rack of highly weathered, sage green helmets
◊, but before he goes, he turns towards Roy-
???: Pleasure, Roy.
John.
edited 14th Aug '16 8:19:50 PM by SpartyMcFly
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."Heliodor: From what little I understand of human anatomy, the other big target is the brain. My brain and my heart are basically the same area.
The Crystal Caverns A bird's gotta sing.-Well, Roy-
-There is a shit-ton of armor lying around. Bound to be something that matches your tastes-
John: -to Aura- Depends on what you're asking for.
-to Heliodor- Yeah. A brain shot will kill someone. But the head's a lot smaller than the body, I find. Especially at six hundred metres.
Your unique situation, though... yeah. Might want to err on the stronger side.
edited 14th Aug '16 8:30:10 PM by SpartyMcFly
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."-Near the back of the shop is a computer terminal that John takes a cable from. He plugs it into Six's armor somewhere, then pulls out a phone-
John: Cortana. I need you to do some remote work.
Cortana: Would it kill you to say please for once?
John: -to Roy- Suit like that's full-on power armor. Runs you an even five hundred thousand.
-to Cassie- Welcome to the Lucky Toss. What can I do you for?
-to Aura- A jetpack?
edited 14th Aug '16 8:38:51 PM by SpartyMcFly
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."

Helidor: Heat won't do my gem any good. And blunt force is bad.
The Crystal Caverns A bird's gotta sing.