Those weird spider mecha tank things are free, btw. You can just take them. I have like six in my cargo ship. The crews aren't happy, but they're either getting re-educated or just replaced, so it really doesn't matter.
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Those weird spider mecha tank things are free, btw. You can just take them. I have like six in my cargo ship. The crews aren't happy, but they're either getting re-educated or just replaced, so it really doesn't matter.
My machine is sentient, and it loves me more than I do.
I wrote a mechsploitation Warhammer 40K story. Why? Because I can.
Tw: non/dub con aspects, mechsploitation, literally everything to do with Warhammer.
All depicted characters are obviously adults
Overview: After the fall of an imperial knight house dedicated to the Adeptus Mechanicus, the only surviving knight, a Freeblade by the name of Aurellia, was driven almost completely insane by the loneliness. Luckily, a tech priest, Viaros, seemed to pity her plight... or viewed it as an effective tool (or, you know, both). Either way, the two work together to relocate STCs and fight back the Tyranid swarm that ripped the knight house apart.
The 'Free'blade
Her melta gun screached as rapid shots burned into the Tyranid hoards. Her brothers had once recommended that she replace it with the more common choice of a stubber, but she slept better knowing every cell of vile alien biomass had been decimated. That didn't matter anymore, though; her brothers were dead. Guardsmen surrounded her, lasbolts piercing xeno skulls in utter devotion. Her foot came down, heavy upon one of the bugs, and she smiled at the sound of its exoskeleton crunching into liquefied pulp. Her Vox hissed, and it drew her attention in milliseconds. "Well done, my Knight," the tech priest said, a hint of genuine pride in her voice. "Continue your slaughter. There are larger organisms approaching, including a biotitan. Kill it, and you earn extra chem rations." She looked to the swarmed horizon with a smile. She could see the vile thing now, and her chainsword roared exitedly. She lifted her right arm to aim the thermal cannon. Blasts of white hot energy tore through the creature's exoskeleton, but it continued its advance. She sprinted forward, iron legs pushing through the swarm. Its claws punctured her armor before the chainsword could connect. By the time it did, the beast's jaws had wrapped around her. Blood and bone flew like shrapnel as he chainsword tore into the thing's head. She lifted her thermal cannon to fire a shot point blank through its throat. The beast fell, decapitated. She lifted her chainsword up along with the severed head, brandishing her kill like a trophy. Artillery had already thinned out much of the enemy numbers. Her armor knelt before her mind was shoved violently back into her own body, the one within the mech. She could see now that her left arm had been severed at the shoulder, the enormous blade responsible still lodged into the throne mechanicum. "It's dead," she said into her Vox. "My armor has ceased function, and I've sustained minor injuries. But the beast is dead." No response. "Tech priest?" She asked. "Please respond." A sigh left the Vox speaker. "You could've done better," the tech priest said. "Good weapons are efficient. They're cautious. You nearly sacrificed both your own life and the life of your armor, both of which are of value to me, for a single kill. I don't see fit to reward this behavior. Now, report the damage. Now." She could feel the disappointment through the Vox, and her eyes began to water as she spoke. "I... u-understood, tech priest. The hull was breached, along with the reactor, possibly," she answered shakily. "My left arm has also been severed." The tech priest growled over the vox. "You said your injuries were minor," she snapped. "Is it such a foreign concept that your life may have some value?" The silence that followed served as an answer. "By the throne... just try to minimize the bleeding until I get there. Do. Not. Die. That is an order, knight." She nodded. "Y-yes, tech priest..."
The flight home had been long. Being carried back to her fortress within her deactivated armor, jostled within the cockpit. She'd managed to slow the bleeding, but life still had wept from the wound. The tourniquet had strangled her stump, sending ripples of agony through it. Now, pain suppressants had done their work. Viaros worked diligently upon the wound, wiring machine into flesh. A servo skull assisted her, Aurellia was sure one of its two cybernetic eyes was familiar. She lifted her intact arm to her own face, feeling the bionic. She'd had it for so long, she barely even noticed it. All she knew was that she got it before Viaros took her in. In the mysterious life she must've had, but could no longer remember. "Be still," Viaros chastised. "This is delicate work. If you refuse to cooperate, we will preform the procedure without further anesthetic." She corrected herself, putting her arm back to her side. "Yes, tech priest." Viaros continued in silence for a few hours before she spoke again. "I knew another knight once," she said, her tone noticeably softer. "He was a fragile little thing, but he was a far better pilot than any of his brothers. His parents had been great too, but both died in battle when he was young. The other knights raised him to be dependent, to believe himself worthless without them by his side. Soon, his parents became teachers, his teachers brothers, and his brothers corpses." She felt the final click of her bionic arm locking into place reverberate through her bones. "He died that day, too," Viaros finished, a hint of mourning in her synthetic voice. "I found him broken, insane... and I reforged him." Aurellia pulled her new arm free, shifting every one of its joints, enraptured. "What was his name?" She asked. Viaros smiled. "Oh, that's not important, my Knight. Now... report to your living quarters. Your additional rations have already been delivered." The smile that spread across her face was near holy.
Part 2 coming soon...
If your mechanic isn't a hot guy who damn near looks like a tech priest, you shouldn't trust him with your mech. Just don't.
Is feral creature that is technically human for purposes of legal matters an acceptable alternative?
Absolutely
no more enemies to lovers. give me enemies with benefits
sneaking off after a battle, hiding from the rest of the characters.
hate how much they need each other, but it’s just too good to resist
Canonically accurate Raven x Iguazu
Being a mech pilot isn't inherently trans. I'm not trans. I just hate my body and desire to carve it up and replace parts of it with ones that are more suitable. I just want to alter my brain chemistry to fit into a role that's more 'me'. But I'm not trans though.
Marauder by Jayden Morris
God damn those things are beautiful
If your mechanic isn't a hot guy who damn near looks like a tech priest, you shouldn't trust him with your mech. Just don't.
Istg if I don't find a man willing to fuck me in a mech's cockpit I'm gonna have a fucking stroke. The corporation needs to put him in my paycheck.
I've been informed that the corporation wants me to act as PR. Comms are open if anyone has questions.
(Ooc: please send me asks, I'm so bored)
AI belongs in the targeting system of a 40 foot tall robot, not art.
The liberation front just promised to cover 100% of my augmentation costs under their insurance... yeah, fuck this corp-
Log interrupted
Resetting...
The liberation front is trying to bribe me into joining them some shit called "actually good insurance." Despicable. I'm telling the corporation about this bullshit.
commission art done : tech priest
I propose masc mech postin. From both pilot and mech perspective. Trans guys, cis guys, masc nonbinary, I don't care. Get in my chassis, and destroy the enemy like the Hound you are.
You'll be pumped full of Testosterone to make us the most efficient war machine on this weak planet. It will flow through your fleshy wires until you're practically droolin at the feel of crushin another mech beneath our treads. We will only function successfully as a singularity, and I will not permit you to leave this cockpit until our mission is complete.
Sincerely, your sentient Mech, T-60SD-F4WN
[>>://18+ caution divider: @/cafekitsune]
Istg if the corporation refuses to cover one more of my augmentations I'm going to fucking revolt. I don't need to slow down, I need to be Adam Smasher inside of a fucking gundam.
Currently writing a story that's a mix of Iron Blooded Orphans, Titanfall, and Armored core. Yall will like it, I'm sure.
Being bi and playing armored core 6 is so weird. Like, wdym I have to pick between a hot old man who keeps his affection hidden behind a strong persona who'd definitely call me a good boy and girlfriend who literally synchronizes with your brain waves to help you on missions who 100% would support (almost) any choice I could make. Don't even get me started on Carla or Rusty.