Sorry my writing has been kinda staggered and bad lately, just really depressed and uninspired.
Disclaimer: I don't own Vandread.
#6: It shall be
The white metal plates reflected the harsh florescent lights of the laboratory. The hydraulic lifts in the depths of the arms show equally bright as they moved with slight hisses. Dr. Throne slid of the thick black gloves, revealing razor sharp claws and long fingers. He flexed the arms, and pumped his hands, admiring the servos moving his metal appendages.
"These arms are specially crafted to withstand all of your special powers. They can handle extreme physical duress, and can lift several times what any normal human could, and it allows to manipulate objects as if I had normal hands." He said, pulling blueprints off the wall. The arms split along the center, and separated into a total of four arms as he indicated specifics. "The nerve impulses sent by the brain are all electrical based, so in theory, the bio-electrical impulses can be used to control machines. By building transceivers that can receive and transfer the impulses, and attaching them to the nerves in a certain parts of the body, you can get the parts to move from the impulses." He indicated several diagrams showing a metal cuff attached to the shoulder bones and ribs with special screws and bolts.
"So I'm guessing that you perfected this theory into a working model?" Jack questioned his usual air of sarcasm present.
"O yes, and then some, we never imagined we progress this far so soon!" He flicked each of his wrists; a thick needle jutted out from under the wrist plating. "These needles can drain a vanquished enemy, or living if necessary, to replenish the systems that power the augmentations. Using them at peak capacity requires a rather large expenditure of bio-chemical energy, which can leave a person rather drained, and several have died from over use. We may have perfected the mechanics and nerve conductors, but finding a sufficient power source that is compatible with the human bio-structure." He added regrettably. Before anyone could respond, a violent explosion shook the ground beneath their feet. The cement roof cracked, dust raining down into the room, and through the hardened chamber, the calls and the radio finally broke through.
"…They've gotten through the mine field, open up on 'em… Turret three destroyed, heavy damage to number two… get some grenades into the clusters, Snipers, take out some of those pods!" The garbled cries came over the radio.
"Well, sounds like we're needed." Jack said, raising his rifle and pumping a round into the chamber. "Can you fire a gun with those things?"
"Of coarse." Throne replied, opening a drawer and drawing out a pair of pistols and clips, loading the guns with the lower set of hands, the stowing the pistols and rapidly grabbing and stashing them in random pockets with surprising speed.
"I think you might need a little more fire power than that, go grab whatever you'd like out the back of our jeep, and meet us topside.
"Ok." He said, and hurried out of the room, clicking one pair of arms shut and sealing them together with the other set, and then using the single arm to join the other two. Jack, John, and Vinn followed after checking their weapons and started climbing the ramp to the surface.
End, Metal arms Modled after General Grievous from Star Wars Episode three.