You rise, heading toward's Cephie's ship. The pad bay is plenty busy, as Crusaders work to load supplies and fuel into ships that fly out into the early evening sky. A few of them bow when they see you, but you give a lift of your hand, making your way to the conspicuous Noble vessel that sits on a pad. You approach the doors and hesitate, unsure.
They slide open for you, and you enter in on Cephie. Gone is the various outfits of her disguises, gone are the clothes of SEED and the outlander. She stands in a tight set of black armor. It's touched with gleaming things you can only truly comprehend as being like stones. It shifts up her torso, covering her completely just as you walk in. Plates start to emerge, covering vital areas of her body. "Oh, hey Pheobe."
"Hey...Cephie. What's that?"
"Oh? This is my mark seventy-eight."
"A-armor?"
"Yes! It's designed for my particular powers. I can shape it into anything I need-- and it stores some of my calories."
"Have you ever heard of a mark fifteen?" You question.
Cephie looks a little embarrassed. "They made those near the end of the Reclamation Wars, millennia ago...its...its an antique, to be honest."
"Ah."
"I mean, its better than nothing! But this one has a built in shield generator,...a bunch of neat tricks."
"Sounds pretty...useful." You give her a smile, "I was wondering, could I have access to the your AI to research some things?"
"Sure!" Leaning over, Cephie snatches up the datapad and tosses it your way. "Keep it. It's got a wireless connection -- it should work in most, if not all of the levels of the Fortress--"
"I...are you sure?"
"I'll print a new one when I get back."