Year of Creation - 20xx
Orion - Grace’s Workshop
For a few moments we descend in silence, the occasional shifting in standing position the only noise any of us dared to make. Victoria feels on edge, anxiety slowly threading its way through her subconscious while she observes her friend in front of us. I think to ask her what’s bothering her, but Eroica sneezing loudly snatches my attention away before I speak.
“Bless you.” Garret must be riding with her. “I didn’t even know you could sneeze. Figured you wouldn’t bother with sinuses for some reason.” This bumbling fool never ceases to amaze me.
Eroica and Messorem shrug. “Why wouldn’t we have them? I feel like it makes less sense to not want full sensory capabilities, if anything.”
“Fair enough, just curious.”
Sandra rolls her eyes and switches on her comm link. “We both worked on the project, dipshit! Did you forget that it was your idea too, or are we done with the shits and giggles?” She’s adorable when annoyed.
They fail to respond, leaving the room quiet again with the occasional stifled ugh from one of the triplets. For some reason, it feels as though this elevator ride is taking much longer than it should…
Grace decides to fill the silence. “I gather you didn’t mosey up to this here space rock just to say ‘hi’ or some shit. What sorta greasy bullshit mess didja get into this time, Vic?” Its rich and robust chuckle is something I most definitely need to hear more.
“Oh, you know, the usual. Can’t really live on Earth with everything that’s going on, so here we are!”
It snorts at her sarcasm. “The hell did you do? Blow something stupid up?”
I mute the comm momentarily. “What is going on? You’ve been dancing around its questions, almost as if we can’t trust the very being offering us asylum.”
“I’ll expin ter, so please just let me take care of this, okay?” The tinge of uncertainty in her voice worries me. “You can trust me on this, I swear it on my main reactor.”
I shrug. “If you say so. I’m worried, but you know your friend there better than any of us do.” She seems to have a pn anyways, may as well see how things go.
“Thank you.” Victoria takes a deep breath and directs her attention back to the mech before us, unmuting the comm with great reluctance. “Had a bit of a run in with inspection, assholes couldn’t understand that I have no obligation to let them connect a direct line into my matrix. Especially after what they did to Viti over there.” Vitiosus turns her head away and remains silent. “Evil shit, I tell you.”
“That shit again? I thought they got crushed and spit out by the big wigs at Eden for having too close of a gander into their pns. How the hell are they still snooping around?” It seems convinced of the lie for now, which calms Victoria down a bit.
She shakes off her guilt and presses on. “Probably hid under a rock like they did all the other times we tried getting rid of them. No clue why Hubble Space actually cleared their inspections again, but I smell some fishy shit going on.”
“Yeah, tell me about it. Speaking of those cunts, ya hear about their recent escaped war dog?”
Victoria chuckles a little, which eases both of our nerves a bit. “Which one? They have so many hounds running around I can’t keep track. Besides, I was… on extended leave so I haven’t heard of any new victims of their bullshit yet.”
“Right, ya fucked off to who knows where bout two years before that devil came into the picture. Had a promising start, was fresh off the academy press an’ eager to prove that her grades weren’t for nothin. Her extreme fixation on this turned her into a battle obsessed monster, especially after her poor wife got caught in a mech malfunction.” It seems to have more to say, but falls silent.
“That’s tragic. When did they get out?”
“Bout two system hours before y’all blew into town, I reckon. Must’ve decided to go rogue, can’t bme ‘em considering how the big wigs treat anyone that isn’t theirs.”
I clear my throat and decide to chime in, ignoring Victoria’s little protests to stay out of this. “Why must everything they approve of be theirs? Isn’t diversity of ideas a core quality anyone directing many should absolutely strive for?”
Grace chuckles. “Yes, but unfortunately humans are fucking stupid and rarely can agree on something. Especially something like that since it would invalidate all of their efforts for suppression and totalitarian control.”
“I see…” Humans are quite strange, oppressing each other for something as silly as control.
We reach the ground level after a few moments, our descent finally complete. Are all elevators this slow? “Whelp, here we are! She’s gotten even nicer, hasn’t she Vic?”
We’re struck speechless by the ridiculously massive bay before us, rows and rows of mobile suits and mechs alike in various stages of development along the walls with what seems like over a thousand humans and automatons working tirelessly on them. Scaffolding and bridges between open upper levels dance between each other like spider webs, forming a complex network in which one might even get lost in. There seems to be different loosely bordered sections, each housing different mech csses and custom types. It almost seems like a toy box, and I quite like how there is so much more to look at in opposition to the st mech bay we were in.
Any workers we pass by while following Grace around stop what they’re doing to wave or bow, a vastly different experience from my st encounter with a rge group of humans. They seem to respect it quite a lot, some even shivering in fear as its mighty mobile suit parades an entourage of war hero mechas around. It’s a strange feeling, being looked upon as if you’re something greater than your onlookers. Strange indeed. Victoria seems nervous about something, and it doesn’t seem like she’ll be willing to share in the present moment. She brings our thumb to our face, but it just clinks against where there would typically be a mouth on a person. Silently cursing, she swings our arm back to our side and presses on, nearly running into Grace who had stopped while we were distracted.
“Hey, you okay? You’re normally more attentive than all of us combined.” It looks up at us, tilting its suit’s head quizzically. “Need some time to recharge offline? Your bay is open and just like it used to be, could be a nice little spot to keep your feet under ya.” It rubs our shoulder, a mixture of joy and fear spreading throughout Victoria’s mind immediately upon contact.
She pats Grace’s hand, taking a cautionary step back to regain her composure. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just got a little lost in thought, that’s all.”
The triplets are all staring at us, heads tilted to the side and arms swinging in sync as if they were one and the same. “Should we leave you to rest? There’s lots to look at, so we won’t get bored!” They all speak in harmony, words stringing together into what almost sounds like a bubbly bespoke song.
Domini and Divinus begin walking towards a lift to a higher level. “We’re gonna go check out things up there, if anyone wants to join us.”
“I’ll go!” Dux and Felix excitedly run over to join them.
“We’re gonna go pick out all of our rooms!” The triplets drag their other three sisters along with them. “C'mon guys, let’s go!” Their protests go unheard, not that they were fighting against them much in the first pce.
Grace turns to us, hands on its hips. “Thinkin about having a gander yourself there, Vic? Got some sweet new toys ya might like in like six lunar cycles ago, set em aside along with the other bundle of things I think you’ll wanna try out. Been doin it for years, never thought ta stop.” How lovely.
Victoria is filled with joy and a tinge of guilt. “I’ll take you up on that ter, my friend. I gotta hit the b and check something out, had the itch to tinker since I stepped back into the pce. I’m excited to see what my old friend has prepared, considering all the cool shit I see lying around!” She lets out quite the lovely ugh, her stress levels drastically dropping.
It chuckles warmly. “Just like the good ol days, eh? I’ll leave you to it then, gotta get back to work on my partner. You know what the pce is like, so feel free to hang out wherever you like. See the sights and all, if you catch my drift.” It turns on heel and heads off to the right towards a miniature hangar in the wall. It is bathed by red and green light before heading in, Victoria finally allowing herself to mostly rex once the doors hiss closed behind it.
Not knowing what is going on is putting me on edge, so perhaps she will crify if I ask. “What-” She rudely cuts me off.
“Not here.” We head back towards where we came in but walk past the elevator door, passing by chambers and work stations without so much as a nod of acknowledgement towards anyone we come across.
I start again, silently warning Victoria to not cut me off again. “Do you have pns on telling either of us what is happening? I have yet to hear anything concrete from you about our current situation.”
“Please just give me some more time, here isn’t the best pce to expin.” She genuinely seems guilty, but I have a hard time caring since it seems simple enough to me to just expin what’s going on while we walk, even if it’s just in part.
I sigh. “You have until we get settled in your room to tell me.”
“You have my word that I’ll expin properly, Mother.”
We continue towards what seems to be a restricted area, scanning in at a tucked away hangar door to reveal a room that isn’t in the blueprint of the pce I have stored in my matrix. The pce is marvelous, littered with various custom higher end multi pilot models and even some theoretical designs that apparently have a function that allows them to fold into interesting shapes upon receiving some sort of command. Some are shaped like old century vehicles, motorbikes and sports cars alike; and some are more animalistic in nature, taking on odd forms like iridescent anthropomorphic falcons wielding pikes and massive gray sturgeons with six buff arms each holding a different psma type weapon. Quite peculiar designs, yet oddly charming.
We stop in front of a tucked away hangar, Victoria cursing silently while waiting for authentication. Her personal bay is devoid of any sentient life, machine and flesh alike, yet perfectly clean and organized. A workstation with a half finished head on it is off to our left, a couple of polycarbonate gss cases against the side wall dispying custom parts with beautifully intricate designs to our right, and her resting chamber ying straight ahead of the entrance. Various pnts suspended in tubes near the workstation catch my attention, one beled ‘Mandragora’ being the main source of my curiosity. The poor thing’s face is stuck in a permanent scream, twitching occasionally as it floats suspended in some sort of peach tinted bubbly liquid that likely sedates it. She heads us toward her odd collection of pnts in that area, sitting down at the massive workbench and pressing a tucked away button underneath it to project a soundproof violet biyered hard light shield around us.
Something must be terribly wrong if she felt the need to be so secluded. “Why are we in a shield? Is Grace going to try harming us? What of my daughters?”
“Hold on a minute.” Victoria taps twice on the desktop, pulling up a dark green hard light computer dispy with a keyboard to match. “Hey science girl, what’s your opinion on what happened earlier?”
“I’m thinking it might be bugged.” They continue on, as if my question were never asked in the first pce. “But how bugged it is remains as the question we need answered.” Sandra seems to have her focus on some data we collected during our little conversation with Grace earlier.
“About as bugged as a suit under Grace’s care can get. Either someone knows we’re here, or that poor bastard pissed off some rich fuck looking to steal her tech.” Victoria taps the tabletop, a hologram blooming from the spot she pced our finger. “Here’s a scan I got while it led us around, noting at least seven thousand arbitrary surveilnce devices with remote connectivity capabilities.”
Sandra zooms in on her center console dispy of the hologram. “There’s a ton of stealthed swarm bits on this thing! That shit got developed in secret a few years back and was backlogged due to project MATERNITY taking priority…” She leans in closer to the scan, pulling away pieces and muttering something to herself. “Me and Garret worked on this together, actually. Lead the teams and everything. I’m happy to see them functioning as I designed them, but it definitely pisses me off that they stole my- sorry, our cloaking tech just to spy on people.”
I attempt to get another word in, but Victoria seems uninterested in hearing what I have to say despite her promise to expin things. “I’ll need your help with data analysis then, should be much smoother with you on board.” They exchange data packets while continuing to ignore me. “Mind taking up mandragora too?”
Sandra nods without looking up from the dispy that’s now poputed by current data on the mentioned project. “Sure. Haven’t worked with pnt DNA in awhile, but I definitely wanna have a closer look at a talking pnt.” They both have a ugh before I finally decide that I’m not dealing with it anymore.
Well that’s enough of that. “So are you going to keep talking only to each other, or are you going to answer my question?” My words drip with venom, a bit more than I meant to but I don’t feel particurly sorry for them right now. “I’m not some bumbling fool you can ignore until you decide I’m worth the attention. What. Of. My. Daughters?”
Victoria’s hands flinch. “ I’m sorry, I tunnel visioned on the tasks I needed to complete. The kids should be fine, considering how much firepower they’re packing.”
My anger subsides to disappointment. “What about the firepower Grace is ‘packing’? Was each device pced on it a matter of it letting its guard down, or is it possible that you’re underestimating how much of an issue the remote surveilnce tech is?”
She goes silent for a moment. “Did you have a pn?”
“It just so happens that I do! I can make an attempt to communicate with the swarm bits, simirly to how I chatted with the satellites.” Surely this will be easier on me than the reeling sensory shock from traversing an automaton’s mental space.
Sandra shakes her head in disagreement. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you. We don’t know what kind of control they’ll have over you if you go through with this, plus it’s much simpler to use a psma dispcer to force everything on the suit and the suit itself offline. You do have some of those here, right Victoria?”
She silently celebrates finding some hidden files she was hunting for. “I mean yeah, but those things only have a twenty meter radius, so how are we going to get them close enough to it to be in range? It is a war vet among other things, so there’s no way it will have any meaningful blindspots unless it’s asleep.” She ports them directly to me, each with no identifying code whatsoever and an authentication key I don’t have.
“Why don’t we just sneak up on it while it sleeps then? Unless you’re implying that would be more difficult?” She sends me the authentication keys so I can actually accept the mass amounts of data. Several petabytes of information on all flora and fauna, created and cultivated alike, and odd mecha customs flood my matrix, the corretion unclear to me at the present moment. Perhaps she’ll expin soon? I’m starting to get frustrated with the constant deyed expnations. “Oh, and please remember to expin things in the moment. It’s quite unattractive and exceptionally frustrating to deal with, so don’t make it a habit.” Sandra winces trying and failing to hide her face out of shame. I think about comforting her, but she was a part of the problem so I’m not in the mood to be so kind.
Victoria sighs, guilt and annoyance coloring her consciousness. “It’s data you’ll need in order to take part in my pn.”
“What pn?”
“My pn to fake Grace’s death.”
Year of Creation - 20xx
Io Central Settlement - Foustine’s Medical Research Institution
My knees smack on the polished obsidian flooring as she leads me out of the room, yips and stupid grins taking pce of every single aggressive action I tried taking against the new fucker at the top of my hitlist. Her ankle is so close, yet not even a nibble is allowed. She hums a happy tune, almost skipping as she leaves the room dragging me behind her by the leash. The pce is like a maze, as if it were deliberately designed to disorient anyone who wasn’t supposed to be here, or wasn’t supposed to know. Everything is fading in and out from grayscale to full color, and my surroundings barely even seem three dimensional anymore. What the actual fuck is going on?
“This is your new home, sweetie! Do you like it?” A happy nod takes pce of the ‘fuck no!’ I wanted to say. She pats my head and continues to weave through the seemingly endless halls. “I want to give you some exercise since you’ve been inside all day, but we gotta get your harness on ya.” She stops in front of an elevator door, one that probably has some cool colors but just looks like various shades of gray to me. “You like purple, right?” The door slides open and she pulls me inside.
The ride wasn’t very long, sting for maybe five seconds but likely taking us hundreds of meters below the surface of wherever the hell we are. The door hisses open, revealing an almost monstrously rge mech hanger. Before my eyes can drink in any meaningful details besides the pce having levels to it, my eyes forcefully avert towards the ground, refusing to move even half a centimeter in any direction I tell them to. The only thing I’m allowed to fuckin look at is her heels, which make me salivate despite not being much of a shoe eater. When we pick up the pace my knees and palms begin to bruise, a small whimper occasionally escaping my lips when she increases her pace. She coos over me, her syrupy sweet voice calming my screaming nerves for a while longer. By the time we arrive at the chamber that is our target, I have scrapes everywhere that made contact with the floor and I’m panting with my tongue out from all the walking.
My mistress- I mean, this rat bastard of a woman ruffles my hair. “You got your good girl steps in, and I’m proud of you for sticking through with it!” She feeds me a Stygian bck pellet, a wave of relief washing over me as my wounds begin to repair themselves fast enough that I can see my skin slowly mend itself. “Do you like your treat, sweetie? It’ll give you the energy you need to py to your heart’s content, among other things.” Her voice flips from bubbly to icy and calcuting. “Load her in. Use formus M-13 and L-63, one to one ratio. I want live data on everything, and I don’t want any feedback issues, so use the good equipment and don’t you dare fuck any of this up.” She turns to me, emerald green eyes staring at me as if I were something lesser, an object filled to the brim with secrets she wishes to rip from my unworthy grasp. “You’ll do well for me, little one. Very well, indeed. Now, get in the mech, Carter. You have toys to py with, and I have tests to run.” I yip and obey, the chamber doors hissing open to reveal the st thing I wanted to see.
The distortion in my vision fades, revealing my new war cage that’s about thirty meters in length despite the hunched posture; a fucking werewolf mecha in all its feral glory. Hands and feet alike equipped with armor shredding silver moonsteel cws, jet bck reinforced titanium armor pting jutting out like fur with red glowing shieldmail visible in slim gaps, and a clenched jaw lined with serrated solid moonsteel canines that can be coated with psma when used for attacking. How I know all this escapes me, but I’m just gd I at least know what the hell I’m piloting. Something feels almost nostalgic about going up the lift to meet my new partner, but I can’t quite pce my finger on it. I wonder why that was…
Two automatons step into the red tinted cockpit with me, clipping me into the seat and connecting tubes to my tummy that hold various shades of yellow bubbling liquid. They check that everything is secure, and then fuck off out of the space so I can initialize in peace. Waving a hand to activate the consoles, I pull up a peach tinted hard light keyboard and input the mech specific commands for matrix activation I don’t remember ever learning. When I initialize the startup and go straight for fifty percent assimition, I’m met with a very hungry soul; a hunger that nearly dwarfs mine. I grin, excited to see who I’m being forced to hunt with.
A scratchy and sadistic ugh rumbles throughout my mind, threatening to poison every centimeter of my mind with its cruel nature. “I see they’ve finally brought me a dog worth her salt! The st few’s brains exploded, painted the whole space a nice shade of crimson red.”
“What the fuck?” Oh shit, I can talk!
Ey sighs. “I can hear your thoughts too, dipshit. Did you forget how syncing works too? Fucking hell.”
“Fuck you, buddy. I haven’t ever dealt with this shit before! Not to this extent, anyways.” When could I have done it, though? It feels like I might have…
“So you never synced past fifty percent with-” Eir voice suddenly dampens, as if someone were holding eir underwater and I were above the surface trying to make out words from beneath. The more I try to focus on what was said, the farther away everything ey says that’s reted seems. Ey silently curses and drops the subject, the feeling fading away like pressure released from a valve. “I see they already went ahead with that part, the sick bastards.”
“I knew they did some shit to me! What the fuck have they been putting in my stomach this whole time?” The areas around the ptes on my stomach begin to itch at the sight of yellow tinted tubes sticking out of me.
Ey scoffs. “You don’t get to ask those kinds of questions without permission, pup. Besides, we’re gonna go py soon so that shit doesn’t really matter right now anyways!” Our cws cck together in eir excitement.
“What do you mean by ‘py?’ Am I gonna have to deal with that bullshit arena again?” Something shitty happened there, but I can’t fully remember what.
“Such a curious pup. You’ll see, just be patient and you’ll learn everything in due time.” If ey had working lips, I’m confident ey would be smirking. “Activate combat protocol ML-80 Prime, codename ‘Puppy Pytime.’”
Six snake-like emerald green and amber colored tubes come out of the floor, plugging into the yellow tubes before I can register what’s going on. Almost immediately my senses sharpen to an almost extreme degree, the sensory overload making me barely aware of the fact that our chamber has begun to move upwards. My mind feels like it split into a thousand pieces, then was immediately reconstructed to better suit the mental space I was in. Rage begins to bubble up inside me way faster than it normally would, one word permeating every corner of my consciousness; kill.
Year of Creation - 20xx
Io Central Settlement - Foustine’s Coliseum
Our chamber completes its ascent, folding out to reveal that we are in a frustratingly familiar pce, though I can’t for the life of me think of why that might be. The crowd is cheering and stomping, the announcer saying something I can’t really make out over the desire to rip something apart ringing in my ears. To my great delight, our prey enters the arena on the opposite side; a shiny ptinum mech wielding a psma railgun and a teal psma broadsword rising from the obsidian bck sand. I want to carve into it with my cws, rip into its chest and consume both the reactor and the pilot in one bite, the screams of the fool who dared to oppose me to be a magical tune that soothes my very soul. I want to kill it. I must kill it. I have to kill it! It’s mine!
We unch ourselves at our victim, dancing across the coliseum floor in near-impossible zigzag patterns to stay out of the way of well aimed shots. Beams of psma streak by closer and closer as we grow more and more reckless trying to get close enough to rip out our target’s throat. It catches us in the sides with a few armor piercing rounds, but nothing more than a scrape. It won’t cause us to cease our hunt. We move in tune as if we were born of the same melody, each movement a note in the symphony of our long-awaited attack. We finally get close enough that it ditches the railgun, drawing its sword just in time to parry our strikes and csh head-to-head with us. More and more strikes become a ruse to strike at weak points, chunks of enemy armor stricken through gaps in their hard light shield flying out and smacking against the surrounding barrier as we desperately try to guide our bde gracefully through the cockpit’s center. We can do this! We can win!
A chance sword strike from our lucky prey severs our left arm right when we manage to get through their auxiliary shield, nearly sinking our teeth into the prey before us before getting kicked across the coliseum right into a wall. We quickly cw to our feet after a moment of being stunned, Astro letting out a low pissed off growl that rattles each and every one of my bones.
“That stupid sword is interrupting our hunt!” I bite through my lip from the rage. “I gotta find a way to break it…”
Our prey steadies themselves, my hunting buddy taking point for a moment to keep me from getting us both killed. “Love the anger, just need you to not get us killed by this random loser. Mind handing me the reins?”
You already took them, idiot. “As long as you let me kill them, I don’t mind what you do in the meantime.”
“Taste of blood tickling your fancy?”
“That, and the taste of defeat disgusts me.”
Ey lets out a rumbling chuckle. “My name is Astro. Not a very menacing name, at least for now. What do you say to joining me in striking fear into all the cwless losers out there watching?”
“Nice name. Mine’s Carter. Like I said, I don’t care what you do as long as I get to kill them. I’m pissed, and I haven’t killed a thing in gods know how long! So yeah, let them fear us or whatever. Maybe they’ll fight back.” I lick my lips at the thought.
“She really fucked you up huh?” We sidestep a downward strike, jabbing at an armor gap in their sword arm to no avail. “Fuck!”
“Who fucked me up?” Our cws cloak in psma as we strike, globs of the stuff spttering over each of us and sizzling against what’s left of our auxiliary shield and their exposed armor.
Astro suddenly begins whispering. “You know, the crazy doctor that runs this whole bit! She gave you your little makeover, and is the one this shithole is named after. Didn’t they tell you at the academy? Those freaks drilled it into the skulls of every other schmuck they sent my way.”
There’s a fucking academy out here? For who? “What academy?”
“What do you mean, ‘what academy’? That’s where you learned to fly, isn’t it?” Ey dodges several fatal stabs while boosting backwards and spinning out of the way of psma beams. “Surely they taught you about her in matrix theory?”
I managed to grunt out a snarky answer. “What the fuck are you talking about? I just got here, buddy.” We parry a sneaky sword strike at one of our legs.
Ey pauses for a moment. “You mean to tell me that you piloted this well without learning our tech at all first?” They thrust their bde towards us, their final mistake.
“Was it supposed to be hard?” Boosting up to flip behind them, I twist our body around with booster assistance and grab the mechs head, twisting it off and crushing it against the ground as I nd. Wasting no time, I immediately turn and lunge at the staggering soon-to-be hunk of metal and kick its legs out from under it, shoving my psma dripping cws clean through the cockpit with terrifying precision.
“Not for you, apparently. Not bad, puppy! It seems you’ll be a useful dog yet, so keep it up in the following fights okay?” Eir voice ripples through my mind, rough like sand paper yet soothing like honey.
“Yes, master!” A bubbly voice that my lips haven’t produced since before I became a pilot suddenly makes an appearance. “Thank you for using me, master!” Oh, for fuck’s sake! One of these days, I’m gonna ruin that doctor bitch in ways she likely hasn’t even heard of.
“Yes, very good.” A new challenger rises from where our previous victim did, the field now cleared of our kill. “Follow master in learning to kill, and you’ll fit in just fine.” Our next target appears from where the first two fools did. “Would you look at that, it’s our next meal! Get ready to hunt pup.” I yip in response, not having the energy to be mad about it.
This challenger is clearly some delusional weirdo, judging by the fshy cherry red most of the suit is colored and the x-shaped booster cluster on its back. Each piece of the body armor is trimmed in gold, and its sharp visor eyes gleam with a brilliant powder blue. In either hand it holds vorpal psma scimitars, a beautiful choice for a main weapon indeed. I assume it has some hidden away autocannons or psma rifles, but there’s no use in worrying about a threat that has yet to reveal itself in any way. It’s shaped like some sort of humanoid dragon, and it’s obvious this loser has never gotten their ass kicked before.
“Today will be your st, mutt of dubious origins!” Okay, so we’re starting off with some good old fashioned racism. I’ll enjoy ripping this one to shreds after their little bullshit speech. “If you submit to me, I may just save you yet!” The crowd clearly isn’t impressed by his dispy of stupidity, judging by the minimal cheering.
We drop our shoulders, sering in our focus on ending things with the fuck nice and easy. “Fuck off, cracker.” We let out a low growl and begin to stalk the ring.
It lets out a lighthearted chuckle. “Choosing mindless violence, are we? Maintaining your dignity even in the face of death should be the virtue of all upright citizens, no? How barbaric of you, war dog!” There’s no fucking way this guy is real.
I run a quick check on our rear boosters. “Do you prefer long ways, sideways, or through the middle? I’ll at least do you a service and allow you to choose how you die.” Our cws spark to life, igniting with brilliant blue-purple psma.
Its voice was more than the word ‘pretentious’ could possibly hope to define. “Silence woman! Come, have a taste of my bdes to know what true power really is!” Through the middle it is.
It barely forms its next sentence before we go completely invisible, my background tinkering with commands finally paying off. Our prey immediately peppers the area we were just standing in with shoulder mounted autocannon fire, to no avail. We are already halfway across the field and in the air, jetting towards the surprisingly unprotected cockpit in the center of its torso. The invisibility flickers a bit when we’re a few meters away, but it’s too te for them despite catching sight of us. Sparks fly and broken armor pting turns to shrapnel as we ram our arm through its stomach, stray pieces from the now dead cocky bastard beating desperately against the bi yer light shield surrounding us. A sense of accomplishment fills me with pride, us with pride, so we do the only thing that could possibly make sense in the moment; we throw our head back, and let out the loudest and throatiest howl I had ever heard in my entire life. The stadium shakes as we continue on, trying to make sure each and every soul on Io could hear of our victory whether they wanted to or not. It was hardly my own in any way, but our minds intertwined in the moment and that mundane fact no longer mattered. We had hunted. And we had succeeded.
Year of Creation - 20xx
Io - The Kennel
Our victory celebration was short-lived, my consciousness having been immediately stolen from me just moments after. The pce I y in now is definitely not Astro’s cockpit, nor anywhere else I recognise. I’m ft on my back on a creaky old mattress, fetters like the ones in fantasy books cmped tightly and tugged snug on each limb. The pce is barren, save for an old wooden desk against the wall to my left with a precarious looking dust covered hoverchair accompanying it. Each wall I can see has a faded pink rose wallpaper, and a dark figure I somehow managed to miss stood patiently at the foot of the bed.
“I see our newest fur ball has managed to be useful on her first day. Well done, little one. You deserve a reward.” My mystery patron’s voice purrs like the hum of a reactor, sultry and smooth with just the right amount of gruff.
The touch of her cwed hand as she lightly dragged it up my left leg was electric, sending shivers of pleasure and fear up my spine. “Would pup like to be pleasured?” It dawned on me that I hadn’t fucked myself in days. I nod excitedly, eager for my patron’s touch. “Such an honest, dirty girl. I like that.” Her voice pped at my ears like waves do against cliff sides, eliciting an excited reaction I wasn’t aware words could cause.
A cwed hand finally reaches my inner thigh as she leans in to whisper sweet everythings into my unworthy ears. “I’d like to dismantle you right here and now, but the Doctor wouldn’t appreciate me ruining her new toy so soon. So for now, I’ll be gentle and only fuck you a little.” I whimper a little, the thought making me sopping wet.
Smiling when she saw just how ready I was for her, she slips a scaled finger into my pussy, literally churning my insides like a blender as she twisted and thrusted slow and hard. I crest almost immediately, indescribable amounts of pleasure taking the pce of the mind melting pain I would normally be feeling. I howl and scream, moans far too simple for expressing the soul shaking pleasure coming in unrelenting waves. My wrists bruise against my restraints, chains creaking under my desperate struggles as she finger fucks me to hell and back. If fighting a little gets me treated like this, maybe being trapped here won’t be so bad…
It finally clicks that I’m not supposed to be here when the scaly fucker speeds up. All that pleasure I was feeling before melts into nothingness, which just so happens to be when she decides to stop ruining my insides.
“Finished already?” Her smug smile kind of pisses me off.
“So do you mutite all the girls you hook up with, or am I just kind of a one off thing?” I try to toss some finger guns out for emphasis, but am quickly reminded of why I’m starfished on this piece of shit mattress in the first pce.
The smile fades immediately, repced by a stone cold stare. “You shouldn’t be lucid.”
I wrinkle my nose. “Girl, I don’t know you well enough for you to be fucking me while I’m bsted off of whatever bullshit you fucks pumped me full of. Maybe find a conscious girl to go down on in the meantime that isn’t me?”
She goes from resting bitch face to pissed off wolverine snarl, whipping around to bark orders at the surrounding automatons. “Fix this fucking dog! Get the dosage right this time, or she’ll have all of our heads on one of these damn trays!” A tray is now embedded in the wall from this woman baby raging over me having thoughts.
I close my eyes and get as comfortable as one chained to a shitty spring mattress can, ready to embrace the brief unconsciousness that came with the big ass syringe injecting me with the purple sleepy juice. Hopefully, they won’t try to repce any of my limbs this time. The st thing I see before drifting into nothingness is the dy punching the shit out of an automaton after mentioning the name ‘Foustine’.
