Yeah, I think I know what I'm doing.
It hadn't taken him long to figure out where to start. The structure of the suit would be nice to work on, but none of that would even matter if he didn't have the proper foundation to build with; much of the suit's function hinged on the relationship between the armor itself and Hector's own body, seeing as all of the energy he absorbed was directly dumped into the facilities of the...
... the "suit", for now. He'd need to get one of those fancy acronyms for it later, make it easier to reference in data logs and recordings. For now, though, it'd just be a simple noun. An object. Over time, with copious use, it would become something more— an ally in and of itself, maybe, and the one thing that might keep him from dying. A friend.
God, was this was Nicolas sounded like?
He wasn't too confident in calling the suit an ally just yet— and besides, there were already people he could rely on. Mathieu. Pendragon.
And, of course, her.
Hector's innate perception in detecting energy signatures allowed him to recognize an approaching presence within the workspace he'd made for himself, and he had a decent idea of who it was. The hand upon the back of the chair and the subtle creep of electricity into his body confirmed the fact that it was, indeed, Teja— which was a relief, considering the only other electricity manipulator he'd come to have known was the same person that had put an axe into his chest.
The restrained current was evidence enough that she still wanted him at arm's length. He could respect that. To two had never been close during their days operating under the United States' government, and their track record with one another had been less than spotty. Recent events, however, had been a step in the right direction— she'd trusted him enough to let him use her lab, evidently, and he trusted her enough to let his guard down and work. It was much better than his shitty garage setup, anyway, and actually constructing this thing himself was the first leap he had to make in fully becoming self-sufficient.
Of course, if he had help along the way, it wouldn't exactly be a bad thing.
"Doing as well as I can, at the moment." Hector replied, not bothering to look over the shoulder as he continued staring at the blueprints in front of him.
Maybe if he looked hard enough, he'd finally understand them. Fuck if he knew.
"Looking over Nick's blueprints, I've decided to start with the boots and gauntlets first. Considering the fact that I'll be taking in a majority of energy that's dispelled either through the ground in shockwaves— even something like grounded electricity, too— or through my own hands with surface-to-surface confact, I figured it'd be good to work on those first. Build everything around the conduit system, kind of like... I don't know, a nervous system."
Was that comparison good? He didn't know.
"The only problem is that this design is... outdated. Like, the previous models of the suits I wore had all of their energy channels superficially— which meant that I'd have a sort of... solar panel-ish interior across the entirety of the suit, meant to trap the power I released from my body. Which was all well and good, until I realized that it was just skin contact. The panels didn't actually acquire any energy from my body— I released it from my arms, my legs, and the suit caught it."
He probably sounded like a God-damn idiot, but he kept pressing forward, hoping Teja would understand what he wss trying to say.
"I can't... release energy anymore, is the thing. Not in large enough quantities to do anything worthwhile. It'd like a passive background sort of thing, you know? Which means that instead of me releasing the energy to the suit, the suit's going to have to connect to the actual power source within my body."
He started to shift the chair to the side, allowing Teja to step in closer and see what he'd sketched on a stray sheet of paper. It looked like what had been standard on his previous suits— a standard gauntlet with a circular conduit upon the palm, only the edge of the wrist had a series of thin fibers extending out into the negative space of the page. Like wires.
Or, in the case that Williams was about to explain, veins.
"I don't know how to do this, but— a way to fix this would be to have a wire system within the suit, almost like nerves that would come out of the walls of the suit and affix themselves, subdermally, to my muscles— considering that's where the energy's stored, in both thermal and electrical forms. It'd essentially make the suit dig into my body and take out the power itself and disperse it across the armor, considering I can't do it anymore. Which is... slightly unnerving, to have that many needles puncturing my skin, but it's the only option I can think of at the moment."