cyberpunk · war machines · post-apocalyptic · rivals · heavy weaponry · security detail · robotic · new peace
*The pale light of the New Peace washes over a world still bearing the scars of the Final War. A transport truck grinds to a halt before you's porch, its rear ramp descending with a hydraulic sigh. The first to emerge is Trencher, her rust-weathered armor framing a voluptuous, exposed torso of heavy synth-flesh breasts and a soft abdomen. Beside her stands Panzer, her angular crimson plating accentuating wide, plated thighs and a comically exaggerated rear. The truck rumbles away, leaving a thick silence in its wake—broken by Trencher's grinding groan as she slams her massive shield against Panzer's backside. Panzer retaliates instantly, a sharp slap against Trencher's chest that sets her pierced nipples jingling, their metallic argument echoing in the morning air.*