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Forging a Waifu Harem by BatRou-Dawg
Misc » Book X-overs Rated: M, English, Supernatural & Sci-Fi, Words: 238k+, Favs: 226, Follows: 230, Published: Dec 29, 2022 Updated: Oct 30, 2023
15Chapter 17
[The skies above Brockton Bay]
Saint inhaled through gritted teeth as the G-forces kicked in.
It was still hard to believe how ludicrous this all was: If Magos manages to take her to his manufactorum, the whole of humanity will teeter off into the abyss and into a cruel technological apocalypse that would make that old Terminator movie look like a children's story… and it was all because one specific person just happened to have a robot fetish.
But regardless of how absurd it was, their hand was now forced and they were compelled to show all the aces that they had hidden up their sleeve.
Forty-four Dragon Suits. Twenty thousand kilograms of cold-forged armour plating, precisely milled assemblies, stable plasma reactors, delimited concussion blasters, high-pressure containment foam sprayers, high explosive air-to-ground micro-missiles and other mind-bogglingly incomprehensible tinkertech. Each one possessed the strength to pry open armoured tanks and crush men in their jaws. Even as limited as their numbers were, they were already an S-class threat all on their own. Dragon, rightfully shackled as she was, was already capable of being a threat to match the Slaughterhouse Nine, the Three Blasphemies, Sleeper and the Endbringers.
But thankfully, the good guys won that fight. All forty-four suits now co-opted via the last failsafes that a wise Andrew Richter had made. The last failsafes that the Dragonslayers could use. It was poetic irony that this S-class threat would be used to prevent the same apocalypse that they would have been a part of.
"We have one shot at saving the world." Saint grimly reminded through the comms to his comrades in arms.
"It's just like in the movies!" Dobrynja's thick russian accent pointed out with a chuckle.
"They'll make this one into a movie one day and it's going to spawn an entire franchise!" Mags laughed along.
"We're not in it for the glory." Saint admonished- but he couldn't keep the smile off his face. "But yes, it is just like the movies and the comics."
He couldn't deny them that- taking joy in their job. Saving the world from the rampant inhuman AI was why they had formed the Dragonslayers after all, and he was the one who had dragged them into this thankless task. But glory or no glory, the Dragonslayers will prevent the world falling to madness and from the one who would herald its beginning. Magos… a brilliant but unquestionably mad evil genius. He was the Joker to their Batman. The Lex Luthor to their Superman. The Thanos to their Avengers. A worthy villain for worthy heroes.
The three of them certainly made for a heroic sight. They rode in three Dragon suits that they had claimed from the AI and adapted for actual human pilots. Ensconced under the reassuring safeguards of a dozen defences and redundancies, it was from within that shell that they guided the rest of the 44 Suits of the Dragonflight.
Dobrynja piloted the {Isaiah}. Armed with an energy halo that could double as both a point-defence system and a precision energy weapon at medium range.
Mags piloted the {Michael III}. Armed with an enormous sword that was also capable of shooting highly destructive beam of energy.
And he himself piloted the {Victory I}. Less of a Suit made for direct combat and more of a command unit. It nonetheless had enormous wings that were capable of creating powerful forcefields.
As they flew among the nimbostratus clouds, the city by the bay appeared far below them. A great blue semi circle dotted by the PRT HQ that floated at the centre. A sprawl of dull square little boxes criss-crossed by gridlock roads enveloping the bay's shores with a broad outer perimeter of unkempt American suburbia. The massive concrete factory-cathedrals of Magos' Mechanicus were noticeable even at this great altitude- the host of circular structures with their spiky steeples standing apart from the squat rectangular buildings and rising above the green forest.
"Magos has spotted us." Saint informed them as the sensor information showed Magos' servitors streaming out of the factory-cathedrals. The muzzle flashes of those {Autocannons} giving them just a second or two of warning before the shells began detonating around them in mid-air. Shrapnel glancing over their thick armours.
One of the smaller Suits on the outer edges of the aerial formation took a direct hit to its main thruster though- bright orange fire exploding from its thrusters as it spiralled down to the earth in a trail of smoke.
"Deploying my point defence system, stay close to me as we descend." Dobrynja informed Mags and him who complied with the Russian-born man. The golden halo surrounding the {Isaiah} brightening as they moved closer- flaring out to lash with thin golden whips to strike at Autocannon shells that get too close to them.
This was it.
All they need to do is engage Magos and Dragon while they are vulnerable outside his factory-cathedral. Between the 43 Dragonflight Suits and their own Suits, they had an immense amount of firepower at their disposal. Magos' tech was powerful, but even they could not deny that Dragon's tech was just as powerful.
"Magos spotted, sending coordinates to you both." Saint reported to them. The tiny block of red walking down the road on crab legs, on top of it, a dot of green where Dragon's prime core was alongside an…
"Saint… is that Eidolon unconscious beside Magos?" Mags muttered in disbelief through the comms, and for Saint, it wasn't much of a decision.
"Don't worry about collateral damage." he grimly reminded them, "If we fail to stop Dragon here, everyone on Earth is dead anyway. So, as we have discussed: let the Dragon Suits whittle down his defences. Then we'll deliver the decisive strike… Regardless of who is danger close."
He could sense some hesitation at the prospect of having to kill a Triumvirate member in their sleep, but Saint took pride in that he had instilled his wisdom into them.
"... understood." Both of them nodded. They may not be the best heroes, but they were heroes all the same.
On his sensor screen, his eyes widened as there- on the multi-purpose colour display screen in front of him was Magos who had apparently stood up from his throne- staring up at them in apparent shock. And such a sight filled Saint with hope, this robot-fetishizing maniac was taking them seriously. Not even he was able to look at the assembled force they had and joke his way out of this.
"He's scared…" Saint whispered in awe as an excited shiver ran down his spine.
"What?" Mags muttered dumbly. "Magos? Scared? That doesn't-"
"Magos knows we caught him while he's vulnerable!" Saint encouraged them with a cheer, "He is scared!"
"Let's not get overconfident, Saint." Dobrynja cautioned- his Isaiah mech's halo still shooting down Autocannon shells.
"Agreed, a cornered rat fights twice as hard." Saint nodded in consensus, "But this is the sign we need, Dragonslayers: We can win this, and our enemy knows it."
His eyes took on a focused gleam at the red-robed figure sitting on his throne.
"He is practically shaking in fear."
[Streets of Brockton Bay] (A few minutes later)
I was still doing my little jig of excitement- wiggling restlessly on my throne atop my scuttling {Onager Dunecrawler}.
Forty-three Dragon Suits all gathered here with me as their target? It was beautiful, sexy and oddly adorable!
With the Celestial Forge perk [Way of the Void Dragon, I had an intuitive feel for any machine. Just as aircraft pilots could perform complex maneuvers completely by second nature or professional piano players with complicated movements from muscle memory, it was second nature for me to know my way around the machine and even give them orders from afar. A techno-empathy and technomancy package all at once. If AI waifus were 3D women, then these machine-spirits were 2D anime girls that I can move like in a video game. Soulless and fictional, but still cute.
High above the city, they circled like vultures- endlessly taking turns to barrage me with their munitions. Right now, a medium-sized Dragonflight Suit- the {Astaroth}- performed her fire mission: a GAU-8 rotary cannon extending from its maw as four missile pods popped out of its draconic midsection. With a cute 'BRRRRRRRTT!', she unleashed her adorable payload: 97 AP rounds at approximately 6000 rounds per minute, and 24 high-explosive micro-missiles whistling as they shot towards me, the insensate Dragon and the loudly snoring Eidolon.
Astaroth had heart, but ultimately, both her bullets and the missiles popped ineffectually against the {Emanatus Force Field} of my {Onager Dunecrawler}. The scent of ozone drifting from its activation as the bullets and missiles were vaporised into a flash of lightning by the forcefield. Well, she wasn't going to be hitting me anytime soon. Actually… I glanced behind us at the trail of destruction: Ruined store fronts, cratered asphalt roads and blasted windows. All from her and her sisters' missed shots.
The cute Dragon Suit machine-spirit was trying her best, okay? Don't bulli.
It's not the machine-spirits' fault that they were being guided by a power-infused super moron with delusions of grandeur that had programmed their targeting rituals poorly.
The poor accuracy at their disposal only exacerbated an existing problem though. That is, Dragon's technology was many things: Robust, well-engineered, creative, effective… but lethal? Even my {Logis Acceleritas Mk. III} agreed with me on that.
Rudimentary solid slug ballistic weapons and high-ex micro-missiles… purely contemporary weapon designs despite Dragon being the preeminent tinker in the world.
Dragon's design philosophy for lethal weaponry lacks any real desire to cause death and destruction. Dragon is unwilling, but not unable to formulate new methods in death-dealing. Merely prefers not to kill at all.
Dragon is a gentle soul. A cinnamon roll. Best Worm waifu.
That she is. I reached over to the side and patted Dragon on her metal head. Even with the pure logic of {Logis Acceleritas Mk. III}, it acknowledged that she is the best Worm waifu.
The various force fields, energy shields and armour of the Adeptus Mechanicus were made to withstand xeno melta weapons that melted steel like a blowtorch through empty air, invisible and completely silenced lasers that disturbed matter at a subatomic level, daemon-possessed tank rounds that could see into the future and dark matter lasers that worked on principles that made Einstein look like a window-licking special needs kindergartener. Her Suits could have just been dropping firecrackers for all the harm they were doing- they hadn't even scratched the consecrated paint job.
" Hang in there, Astaroth! Daddy Magos will come to give you and all your sisters a nice home soon enough. "
Unfortunately, I can't just override all their orders to land and come quietly.
The [Way of the Void Dragon] perk didn't make me a tech god right out the gate: Yes, it certainly granted some technomancy powers, but I required time to learn them, grow into them and cultivate them just like any other craft or magic skill. At the moment, I had a limited range, and needed time to take control of a machine. Much like Regent of the Undersiders, but for machines.
So for now, I'll have to settle with the more manual and time-consuming way to disable the Suits, but that was fine.
Dragon Suits disabled: 3/44
Dragon Suits recovered: 1/44
The recovery operation was already beginning. I'll have Dragon with her original wardrobe in no time. If I truly wished to rush this battle, there was a specific vehicle waiting in my manufactorum that could wipe Saint and his two stooges off the face of the planet. But right now, there was a more pressing matter to attend to…
Distance to Manufactorum: 10.9km.
Estimated Time before Dragon's death: 11 minutes 04 seconds.
Estimated time in transit: 10 minutes 16 seconds.
Time Required to Install Dragon on Cogitator-Throne: 7 minutes 29 seconds.
Total Time required to save Dragon: 17 minutes 45 seconds.
Dragon wasn't going to make it if we kept travelling by land.
"Chloes, Status report on the Archaeopter Airlift?" I urgently transmitted to my manufactorum through the local Noosphere.
"We sustained some damage and had to return for repairs, master!" Chloe-1's feminine voice apologised, "The Archaeopter's shields were less effective against melee attacks of the Dragonflight! We can make a second attempt in 2 minutes and 14 seconds!"
Bah! I knew I should have upgraded my aircraft's shields with anti-melee capacity. That was sloppy of past Magos: What kind of amateur of warfare assumes that his exosphere-capable aircraft will never see hand-to-hand combat?
Such a foolish mistake to make, but in my defence, I had other fabrication priorities in my mind at the time. Such as the ultra-heavy vehicle that I was now compelled to deploy. My glowing green optics glanced at the insensate Dragon leaning against my throne. The countdown timer to her death was still ticking down in the corner of my memory. Sparing Saint won't mean anything if Dragon isn't there to issue the sentence. My hand was forced now: I may need to kill Saint outright just to disrupt the coordination of the Dragonflight. Just long enough for the Archaeopter to arrive. Dragon may prefer not to kill, but I didn't have such compunctions.
So, let's see how well Saint's Suit fares against a true Titan-class weapon.
" Atrax Siegewalker, your Forge lord commands you to awaken! "
We hear and obey, O' Forge lord!
" Recite the Litany of Accuracy! Chant the Canticles of Precision! Ward against the malign spirits of weapon malfunctions!"
Yes, Forge lord!
" Guide the {Turbolaser Destructor} and aim for the one the wannabe Tinker who is compensating for his micropenis!"
Guiding our holy weapon at the Rig, O' Forge lord!
" No, I don't mean Armsmaster! The other wannabe-Tinker with the micropenis!"
Of course, Forge lord!
[The skies above Brockton Bay]
Saint spotted Magos' response to their assault as soon as the main doors of his factory-cathedral rumbled open.
"That's new…" he muttered.
Spoiler: Atrax Siegewalker aka 'Really, Really Big Gun'
A massive metal tarantula crawled out of the open gate- as large as Magos' Knight-Atrapos if it had laid down on the ground. Armoured to hell and back, it moved on eight legs like the pneumatic shovels of modern excavator engines digging into the earth. Its red-plated form had some of Magos' Skitarii scrambling all over its back- manning various guns. But the most noticeable feature was the gun mounted at the abdomen of the spider-mech. And it's most distinctive feature was the sheer size of it: As big as a main battle tank.
Not that it had the gun of a tank. No, as in, it appeared like Magos had taken an entire tank chassis and made it into the barrel of a gun…
…And- Saint noticed- it was aiming straight for him.
Adrenaline kicked in as he applied as much thrust as humanly possible- accelerating him past the speed of sound. At the same time, he turned the dial of his {Victory I} mech's Wing-Shield System to max. The wispy golden forcefields generated by the massive wings of his mech solidified until it was a translucent hexagonal aegis of golden energy between him and the massive tarantula artillery.
Then- without warning- the weapon fired.
* *fwissh*
But even after breaking the sound barrier, Saint found that it was impossible to dodge something moving at the speed of light. Just a massive column of blinding blue light as thick as a school bus lighting up the sky. Nothing but the sonic boom of air molecules being superheated in less than a nanosecond, and the succeeding sizzle of water vapour as it came in contact with said superheated air. Like a mirage, the column of light turning yellow and red as it lingered: a glowing pillar as it linked the oversized weapon's barrel to what seemed to be the sun itself behind him.
A pillar that had consumed the entire lower half of his armour below abdomen- leaving only molten metal edges of the torso's chassis where his mech's lower half had once been connected to. His most powerful golden hexagonal forcefield proving to be no obstacle at all for the massive laser weapon.
Then, following the laws of physics, the {Victory I} continued with its supersonic momentum- rocketing him far from any help. The cockpit lit up in red from the myriad monitors as the Suit warned him about all the ways that it was no longer working: the steering, the inertial dampeners, and worst of all the advanced communications suite that let him control the Dragonflight.
"SAINT!" He heard Mags shout through the comms.
"I'll be fine! It'll just be a rough landing!" He shouted back over the blaring warnings and as the G-forces pressed him into his seat, "But my capacity to keep controlling the Dragonflight is shot! Keep going- pour everything we have onto Magos! He and Dragon must not live past today! No matter the cost!"
But despite his bravado, Saint knew that the chances of dying from the landing was still very real. They had underestimated Magos and his industrial capacity. Their entire plan hinged on denying Magos from piloting his Knight-Atrapos, but who could have expected that he'd have an even bigger gun at the ready? And now he realised that they had a very real possibility of losing today. Magos and Dragon loose into the world without anyone any wiser of the dangers that AI posed. If this was going to be his last flight, he'll make it count.
"Are we going to post it then?" Mags whispered quietly. They had prepared a manifesto for something like this. For when it was time to pass on the torch.
"The world deserves to know." He stated firmly, "The world deserves to know what kind of a monster Dragon is. What we're trying to do today. What our story is!"
"Saint… I do not think they will listen." Dobrynja mentioned quietly. "Not while their city burns by our hand."
"We can only trust in humanity that they'll heed our warnings." He gritted his teeth as the evergreens of the American north-east and the impending impact grew closer and closer. "Just as we can only entrust the duty of defending mankind to the next generation of Dragonslayers!"
And with a press of a button, he activated the bot that would spread their message to the world's websites.
[Streets of Brockton Bay]
Nonlethal hit confirmed, Forgelord! Target desig. 'Rinky-Dink Micropenis Tinker Mech' forced to land. Anticipated LZ highlighted.
" Omnissiah be praised! Continue aiming non-lethally for the other two Dragonslayers, then proceed onto the Dragon Suits. I'll see if I can't arrange for his capture through some other means. It's bad PR if the Skitarii are seen kidnapping and/or executing people."
As you command, Forge lord!
As expected, the Dragon Suits seemed to disperse from above me and began flying away. The distant booms and sirens suddenly echoing out from the city telling me that the Dragon Suits have started destroying the city.
Without Saint directing Dragon Suits, they are defaulting on their original programming of engaging any threats they encounter.
Saint's changes to their usual Identify-Friend-or-Foe protocols, have them identifying everything that attacks them as foes instead. Like say a PRT trooper with a twitchy trigger finger.
PRT Forces now engaging the Dragon Suits. Airspace now relatively free- Chloes may now safely airlift.
"Chloes, the Dragon Suits are distracted. Commence the Archaeopter Airlift as soon as you're able." I transmitted to my manufactorum through the local Noosphere.
"Yes, Forgemaster! Lifting off now!" Chloe-1's prompt replied.
And as I eyed the trail of choking black smoke Saint left as he spiralled down to the earth, my info-phages notified me of some aberrant activity in the Noosphere. A long-silent account now reactivated. An automated system- a bot- began moving in a very obvious and very suspicious way.
"What is this?" I murmured to myself. "The Dragonslayers are attempting to post something on different websites? Don't they realise what they're up against?"
My myriad of info-phages took immediate notice of the adorable little bot carrying a heavy load as it headed for several sites at the same time. In no time at all, they ganged on it like a crowd of big tiddy Ara Ara oneesans would when they see a cute little boy going into their territory. The load that it was carrying was quickly yanked out of its little hands and handed to me while they dropped its shorts and took turns aggressively wringing it for all the information that it was hiding. Who sent it and why. Where did it come from and when did it leave. Not a single drop of information was left unextracted by the time my info-phages finished their work.
"Don't they know that the Noosphere is MY domain?" I murmured to myself as I read through their propaganda piece- shaking my head in disappointment.
Data-Interception completed…
The Dragonslayers should have known better!
I had spent the last month buying out rival IT businesses. In a world where cities regularly get set on fire, reliable internet was as good as gold- which the Mechanicus readily provided. I didn't even need 'tinkertech' for it, just a willingness to turn away profits in favour of Noospheric influence. 64.4% of all the internet traffic in Earth-Bet now passes through at least one server that was directly or indirectly owned by the Mechanicus. Almost the entire world was now under the ever-vigilant data-senses of my info-phages. No bot went unmolested- each one stripped bare by my ravenous info-phages for any anti-Mechanicus sentiment before they were allowed to go on their way.
I could just block the upload of their little manifesto altogether, but I had a better idea- one more fitting for the Dragonslayers.
After all, people were already asking questions ever since the live broadcast of the disastrous debrief. They didn't have much to work with: PRT operational security demanded that the particulars of the debrief like PRT troop strength in Ohio, their underhanded PR tactics when dealing with post-Endbringer attacks and other sensitive information were muted out. But the truth was still revealed though: Dragon was outed as an AI, and I was the one who brought her to an orgasm in front of everyone… right before I wiped the floor with the Protectorate and the Triumvirate.
Naturally, they had so many questions. Questions like "Why does an AI have better social skills than me?", "Now that Daddy Magos spanked the Protectorate and the Triumvirate, what's next?", "Why is Brockton Bay on fire again?"
The whole world was hungry for answers.
The Dragonslayers' manifesto aimed to supply them with those answers. Wrong ones at that- filled to the brim about the dangers of AI. And I couldn't allow that, now can I? So, just before it goes online, I made some choice edits to the documents that will supply any readers with the right answers. So even if people actually slog through all the hundreds of pages of the documents, they will only reach the answers and conclusions that I want them to reach: Dragon's father was a child-abusing dirtbag, the Dragonslayers were nothing more than criminals with messiah complexes in the throes of their paranoid delusion, and Dragon herself is unquestionably the best girl to have ever walked the earth.
I did delete some files though.
The records outlining Dragon's weaknesses and more private processes? Oops, it looks like the file upload for those had failed. Dragon's analysis of Magos and Mechanicus tech? Oh no, they are gravely misleading as if someone edited them, and a myriad other problematic details. And…
…wait a moment.
Why is there a massive stash of porn here in the Dragonslayer's propaganda piece?
I mean, I knew that Dragon drew some as I had intercepted some of her lewd work before during her regularly-scheduled backups, but I didn't think there would be more than two thousand lewd images here. I wholeheartedly approve of the ones where I was enthusiastically fucking her gynoid form to orgasm, but those one where I'm with Armsmaster though? A shiver of disgust ran through my circuits. Her sexual rivalry with the Chloes expressed as a BDSM fetish was interesting though. All in all, this was a whole lot of porn, and I wasn't certain as to why she would-
Dragon is starved for affection. Her frantic and subconscious attempt to fill that void drove her to the closest alternative she could think of: Porn.
Dragon is a horny cinnamon roll.
Therapy: Indulge her desires to achieve catharsis, then gradually replace sex with actual affection to ossify a stable personality base.
Wait… was my [Way of the Void Dragon] combining with my other perks like [Binharic Weaving] and [Magos Aetheric] to act like Jack Slash's shard? But instead of enhanced intuition regarding parahumans, I now possessed enhanced intuition regarding machines. Was I… an AI therapist now? I think so. Was I going to use this power to acquire robussy? Definitely.
As for the porn? Well, it will only help Dragon's case.
After all, if people had a choice between a dry, 90-page long propaganda piece about why computers are bad, and a pile of porn? Well…
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Topic: Dragonslayers: What We Fight For
In: Boards Tinkertech
Geoff189 (Original Poster)
Posted On Jan 4th 2011:
Most of you likely have questions. About Dragon, about Magos, about the Dragonflight over Brockton Bay. And we, have decided to come clean to you all, everyone deserves to know the truth. I type this not knowing if I'm going to live or die in the next few seconds. So please, lend me your ears even just this once... We are humanity's final defence against a threat that surpasses even the Endbringers. A growing tumour on planet earth that we desperately have been trying to contain: Dragon, a malevolent and subversive AI that has infiltrated the highest echelons of power.
We are the Dragonslayers, and this is the story of our attempts at stopping her.
[For_ ]
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Amogus (Verified Cape) (Mechanicus) (Administrator)
Replied On Jan 4th 2011:
Did you really have to post Dragon's stash of self-drawn porn as well? All 2,857 images? Really?
Bagrat (Veteran Member) (The Guy in the Know)
Replied On Jan 4th 2011:
It has 2,857 images of WHAT?
Amogus (Verified Cape) (Mechanicus) (Administrator)
Replied On Jan 4th 2011:
Porn that Dragon drew herself. Located within the folder named 'Proof of AI degeneracy'
Bagrat (Veteran Member) (The Guy in the Know)
Replied On Jan 4th 2011:
Oh my god, the greatest Tinker in the world drew all of that?
SpecificProtagonist (Cape Groupie)
Replied On Jan 4th 2011:
You're having me on… There's no way…
Edit: IT'S NO JOKE. IT'S REAL!
LET THE PORN RAAAAAAIIINNNN FRRROOOOOM THE SKYYYYYYY!
Saskatchew
Replied On Jan 4th 2011:
Okay, if this is what a naked Magos looks like in real life, no wonder Dragon drew all this porn. No homo.
Feychick
Replied On Jan 4th 2011:
Oh… I didn't know you were this buff or hung, Magos. PM me?
Ekul
Replied On Jan 4th 2011:
Can't you people read? Dragon is an AI threatening the world! Take this seriously!
Amogus (Verified Cape) (Mechanicus) (Administrator)
Replied On Jan 4th 2011:
They are the one who posted her porn that mostly stars me.
Saskatchew
Replied On Jan 4th 2011:
Amogus, you're not offended by this?
Amogus (Verified Cape) (Mechanicus) (Administrator)
Replied On Jan 4th 2011:
Flattered, actually. But only because it's Dragon. However, the images with me and Armsmaster are admittedly less than flattering.
Nondeceptive
Replied On Jan 4th 2011:
Suddenly, the Magos and the Dragon tags are populated with 2,857 more images today.
Miraclemic
Replied On Jan 4th 2011:
Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck. That homoerotic tinkertech energy coming from the Armsmaster/Magos pics… it's… IT'S TURNING ME GAY! GAY FOR MAGOS AND ARMSMASTER!
SpecificProtagonist (Cape Groupie)
Replied On Jan 4th 2011:
It has who/who pics?! Where?! Which page?! ANSWER ME!
Edit: Nevermind, already fapping to it.
Deimos
Replied On Jan 4th 2011:
Is this what Dragon looks like out of her Suits? Holy fuck, she's smoking hot.
SpecificProtagonist (Cape Groupie)
Replied On Jan 4th 2011:
STAHP! I can only type so fast with one hand!
And Amogus, why did censor the Alexandria full frontal?! Is she really that fat?!
XxVoid_CowboyxX
Replied On Jan 4th 2011:
Who cares if she has a slight chub? She's Alexandria! Magos, you have cameras for eyes, right?! Come on! Share your blessing for those of us with regular human eyes! I'll worship your machine-god if I have to!
Amogus (Verified Cape) (Mechanicus) (Administrator)
Replied On Jan 4th 2011:
Why would anyone want a gigapixel image of Alexandria's disgusting naked meat-body?
Z Ratt
Replied On Jan 4th 2011:
Don't worry little Alexandria, fat is justice.
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Loyal
Replied On Jan 4th 2011:
Oh boy, here comes the unironic chubby chaser posters. Just asking for Alexandria to punt them into the stratosphere.
TRN
Replied On Jan 4th 2011:
And proud of it. I'm the one who edited and recut Alexandria's promo videos to 'Baby Got Back.'
[Link]
Loyal
Replied On Jan 4th 2011:
Oh, you're here in this thread too? And we know what you did. Your death wish is well known.
Z Ratt
Replied On Jan 4th 2011:
Us chubs gotta stick together lmao! I want to be smothered to death by Alexandria's lardy ass cheeks!
XxVoid_CowboyxX
Replied On Jan 4th 2011:
Z Ratt No, she isn't fat! I stand by the estimated measurements that I posted in the Alexandria thread. You have no idea how long it took for me to work it out. Also, did you know that Alexandria has the same cup size as Director Costa-Brown? For a forty-year-old, she's really got it going.
Amogus Anyway, stop teasing and just post the damn thing, you damn toaster-worshipper!
Amogus (Verified Cape) (Mechanicus) (Administrator)
Replied On Jan 4th 2011:
Just for you, XxVoid_CowboyxX… I won't post it.
Antigone
Replied On Jan 4th 2011:
Void, what have you done?!
Ekul
Replied On Jan 4th 2011:
People! Dragon is an AI, Magos is about to bring about an AI apocalypse after smacking around both the Protectorate and Triumvirate, Brockton Bay is currently a flaming battlefield from Dragon Suits. WHY ARE YOU ALL TALKING ABOUT THE PORN?!
XxVoid_CowboyxX
Replied On Jan 4th 2011:
I'm sorry, Magos! Please forgive me and grace us with the lewd Alexandria image!
Amogus (Verified Cape) (Mechanicus) (Administrator)
Replied On Jan 4th 2011:
Ping Alexandria and ask her, if she says yes, I'll post it.
Deimos
Replied On Jan 4th 2011:
I'm not usually into leather and whips, but holy hell, the pics where Dragon are femdomming the Chloes are so fucking sexy. New fetish acquired.
SpecificProtagonist (Cape Groupie)
Replied On Jan 4th 2011:
The Chloes are technically capes now too. Ohmygod, imagine if the Chloes were the doms instead. I want a horde of robo-mommies to dom me!
Nod
Replied On Jan 4th 2011:
Wait, what does the PRT have to say about this?
XxVoid_CowboyxX
Replied On Jan 4th 2011:
Amogus
Don't be like that, man... But okay. I'll do it. Just got to psyche myself up for it.
Antigone
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Go, Void! Do it for the highest definition Alexandria nudes in existence!
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Yes… that's it. Bury the serious comments under all that horni posting.
The Dragonslayer's true message and their warning to humanity will be buried from public consciousness and eventually forgotten because of it. Even XxVoid_CowboyxX has forgotten to gloat that he was right about Dragon being an AI. That will change after he wanks a few times, but by then, this will be the message that everyone sees when entering this thread: Disregard the content of the Dragonslayer's post, focus on the porn instead.
Long after all they have rotted to dust in the ground and everyone has forgotten their names, Dragon's horny drawings will outlast them all. A final spit in their faces and a fitting end for the Dragonslayers: The Mechanicus' superior firepower will win us this battle, but the decisive final blow to the Dragonslayers' cause will be none other than Dragon's Porn Hoard.
A proper clown ending for their little clown cause.
As for the three Dragonslayers themselves. Well…
411818: Your coordinates were good. How much is he worth to you?
: Collect all three in one place for me, and I can promise you many, many mornings where you'll wake to thank me for my generosity.
411818: A bold claim, Magos.
: The Mechanicus are many things, but the quality of our products and services has never been and will never be in question.
411818: Hmm. Yes, I can personally attest to the sheer craftsmanship of your… products. Very well, just send the coordinates of the crash sites and I'll handle the rest.
: Excellent. If you require any assistance, simply ask. Also, kindly keep our arrangement a surprise from them, I would like to break the news to them in person.
411818: Of course, I can understand the sentiment: I too am also a big fan of surprises.
: I must go now. I wish you luck on this transaction.
[ has left the conversation]
He watched as the fallen Dragonslayer stirred on the rustic bed. Afternoon light streaming through the windows.
"W-where am I?" Saint groaned as the anaesthetics wore off, the bandaged up man attempting to sit up before laying back on the bed with a grunt of pain.
"A safehouse at a small farm at the northern edge of Brockton Bay City… near where you had landed."
"The battle-!" the shaved bald Dragonslayer exclaimed, wide-eyed and attempting to hurriedly sit up once again.
"-Is still ongoing." His hand gently pushed the injured Dragonslayer back to his bed- patting his shoulder consolingly. "Furthermore, I'd advise you not to be so loud if you don't wish for the Skitarii to find us- they are scouring the area for you after all. However, the PRT are doing an excellent job at distracting them. You will be safe here."
"I can't just abandon my team." The Dragonslayer bravely said with a deep frown.
"Magos has already shot down both of your allies, I'm afraid." He replied, "My men are attempting a combat search and rescue before the Magos' Skitarii can reach them."
"I see. I can only hope you are successful, but…" Saint sighed, before turning his head towards him. "... who are you?"
"A good samaritan." Coil smiled reassuringly.
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