Gladiaxa (Darkness is enemies with Offworld, and Krekov Prime is Offworld's home planet. Don't even think about it.)
Tson
Hexer and U66 look around. Hexer empties his pocket and counts remaining shells, there are five and six loaded in the gun. He shrugs and puts them back.
In the stasis field, you can inspect Hexer's clothing more detailed. The headgear are six hexagonal rings of varying size that float above Hexer's head and passively roll around, slowly rotating in random directions. Once in a while the rings assemble perpendicular to the floor and descend to Hexer's neck, then return to normal positions and continue rotating, presumably to update the shield deployment coordinate cache, as the headgear is effectively a personal shield array that deploys sticky hardlight which sticks to the body, covering it whole and protecting from an immense amount of damage. The mantle appears to be woven from metallic fractals quite similar to Menger's Sponge recreated in hexagons. It is unknown if the fractal is actually endless or not, but you can't tell with the bare eyes and coming up to a king armed with a potentially flagship-killing handgun and boldly inspecting their clothes isn't something a sane person would do. The mantle floats at an angle of 30 to 45 degrees to Hexer's torso, slowly shifting the angle and hovering about. The fractals are encased in a soft frame woven from insanely thin platinum wire. Overall, the mantle gives off a very believable soft fabric-like look, behaving similarly to silk. Hexer himself is wearing some interesting clothes. Upon slightly closer inspection, they may or may not be non-euclidean, judging by their shape and style of wearing. You just can't describe them without a complete dictionary of People Living In the Fourth Dimension.
Hexer is completely ignoring the blockages and fidgets with his gun, spinning it on the finger and trying to get as many rotations per second as possible. U66, however, deploys the spikes of his halberd and lightly pokes the bulkheads. The poking doesn't seem to do anything, and one of four batteries on U66's back is drained already from the air friction of photon-thick spikes. He then stands back and charges at the bulkhead. The halberd goes through like he just stabbed air, and drains another whole battery. He cuts through a small square off the bulkhead, emptying his batteries and turning off the spikes which allowed for cuts so precise to the point of being capable to carve a square of exactly X atoms from a diamond. The halberd, even without the spikes, still can rival a micronic edge alternative, being supplied by an inbuilt reactor of immense power and just as immense amounts of lead shielding. The whole handle seems to be covered in a tube-like shape of (somehow) compressed lead to channel most of the energy towards the blade.
