On the Crosspath

[Soban]

Donagan locked eyes with Burton and dropped the teasing entirely. He slammed a palm against the table.
“Well, it’s made from—and tested by—the finest skulls o’ our enemies, o’ course!”
The joke landed with a thud. He quickly recomposed himself, clearing his throat.
“I’m ashamed ye didnae recognise our iridium. The outermost layer and the coat makes heavy use o’ it.” He snatched the cube back.
“Only a handful o’ trials so far. Energy-based weaponry dissipates quite nicely, but the kinetic side still needs refinement. Iridium alone won’t cut it there.”
He sighed, more thoughtful now.
“Once I nail the right balance for that last alloy, this armor sandwich will be a damn sight more effective than what we’re runnin’ today.”