There was once a Keeter Quite the Feeler In drones was quite a Believer Booru: https://dronebooru.co Wheel of so many OCs: https://wheelofnames.com/z8q-2mf Wheel of changing modifiers: https://wheelofnames.com/4h8-fyf The wiki inside the really awesome Booru: https://dronebooru.co/wiki_pages/original_character The actual separate Wiki: wiki.dron Previous thread: >>361123
>>362031 Scape & Run: Parasites. >Starts with a meteor landing on the planet as of the latest updates, which brings a hive that rapidly mutates the land and anything unfortunate enough to get near it >As it spreads, new creatures made of assimilated flesh start to roam the planet, infecting and corrupting things they can find, mutating them into abominations before gathering enough mass to form entirely new creatures designed only to kill and assimilate >Every animal you look at could suddenly burst into tendrils and start rushing you with the intent to slaughter you and add you to the hive, random pigs are now credible threats >The mod is designed to be unfair, once the infection reaches critical mass it's no longer feasible to fight back, the most you can do is damage control to try and save what little you can >Once it's that bad, the land itself mutates into an unrecognizable hellscape that weakens you just by being in it Now it's also complete bullshit as far as mods go, the mobs it adds are so overpowered that they can ignore cheat items and take several hits to kill from infinity-damage weapons. But I guess that's fitting, too, if even nukes only stem the tide.
>>362038 Hold on, why does it feel like every time an anon talks about something, I end up thinking: >"Wait... haven't I already done or thought about that before?"
>>362033 >"MOOOOOOOOOOOOM! TOSA'S SMOKING IN THE HOUSE AGAIIIN!" >"Webley, what have we talked about?" >"'Don't be a snitch, say that shit to their face'..." >"That's my girl. Now go talk to your brother." >"Friggin'... >"And tell your sisters to stop streaming, dinner's almost ready!"
>>362057 I dunno, I'm a 40kfag, but... princess Y..... IMAGINE >Y forced to wear frilly dresses instead of her uniform >No combat or leading armies she's sitting in the palace having to take part in courtly intrigue >At least she has servants that cook and clean for her >Hopefully prince Anon doesn't get killed in battle with the nordling barbarians >Y misses him (and his blood, she's not going to drink peasant blood like a certain mosquito drone with a titanium rod up her rear port)
>>362060 > frilly dresses sorry bud, your wYfe is going in FULL PLATE MAIL and will be riding into battle on a WINGED SENTINEL (raptor, we ain't got bird-horses)
It's Pride Month, anon. Go forth and create the gayest, most outrageously controversial FOTM OC imaginable. One so absurdly powerful that it makes Pavo look like a complete newbie and Schizo lose their minds by it's mere presence.
>>362061 I don't think there is a steed that will be able to fly with Y's considerable heft burdening it. Also I don't think the armor smiths will manage to make plate mail for her
Oh my God, I'll have nightmares about writing my degree. That was such a fucking nightmare. When did I promise I'd save the missing parts? Oh my God, it should have been over a month already.
>>362107 >>362108 >>362109 Thank you friend, oh man... the m dashes.... It was a dark time when I was too lazy to spell check stuff myself, glad I stopped using the lobotomized labor bot for that
>>361863 Oh for fuck’s sake, Nuzi was exactly like one of those obnoxious Wattpad fanfics where some delusional shipper takes their precious little OTP and tries to crowbar it into the actual canon story like a goddamn wrecking ball, without even bothering to make it fit properly.
Lay your core with mine Let our souls take flight And take a land where Anons clang drones, down by the river Anons clang drones, down by the river Hanging [Null] in fog Mists will lead where we belong Let us join as Anons clang drones, down by the river Anons clang drones, down by the river Yellow symbols Swirl and dance Just leap the stars to take a chance To be there tonight Take my hand and hold it tight We're goin' where, Anons clang drones, down by the river Anons clang drones, down by the river Where Anons clang drones, down by the river Don't wake me up, just leave me there dreaming
>>362120 He autistically ships himself with a monster who could and would kill him instantly for very mildly irritating her. He truly understands the core essence of Liam's work.
>You're hanging out at the base's bar with Pavo, your sharp-dressed and incredibly gay sentinel buddy >He's drinking premium sentinel-spec oil out of a fancy crystal glass >"Dominic in xenobiology tells me they've found an edible fruit out in the jungle," he tells you, "and Natalya's already trying to see if she can make alcohol out of it." >No shit? It'd be nice to try something unique, as long as it doesn't turn out to be pure poison when fermented >You glance over at the other side of the bar, where two workers are talking >One of them, with auburn hair tied into a long ponytail and a pair of glasses on her face, catches your eye >You've seen her around here and there and she seems quite nice, and cute obviously, and yet you've never made a move >Pavo seems to spot this, giving you a smirk >"Someone catch your eye?" he says >You admit to him that yes, that drone does a lot of work in your department, but you've never found a good opening to chat to her >"Really? If only there was something that could be done about that..." >Pavo leans a bit back in his seat, smiling at you, going quiet for a bit as the two chatter away >Then his smile widens a bit more as he leans forward and grabs your shoulder >"Today's your lucky day. She's talking about how hard it is to get a good cocktoil here." >Right, sentinel drone hearing is crazy strong, isn't it? >You look over at the worker serving the bar, as he always has >"I don't want to insult the little guy," Pavo says as he follows your gaze, "but he's clearly reading out of a book and following instructions to the letter. He's got none of the art... you know what?" >Pavo stands up, stretching, and walks behind the bar, leaning down to the worker, whose eyes hollow as he realizes there's a sentinel drone directly addressing him >"Mind if I commandeer the bar for a moment, little guy?" >"N- y- I- of course, sir, thank you for-" >"No, thank you," Pavo says, patting him on the head as he takes position >He looks back at the drone you've got your eyes on, his visor buffering for a second, before he nods and gets to work mixing up a storm of strange synthetic compounds that are presumably poisonous to a human >Pouring the finished mixture into a glass and garnishing it with a battery, he slides it over to the worker, gesturing toward you with a thumb >"The man over there got you this drink," he says loudly >She looks your way, smiles and waves, and tries her drink, her eyes shining even brighter as she does >Saying something to her friend, she walks down your way and takes a seat next to you >"Hey, you know how to brighten a worker girl's day. What's your name?" >Hot damn, you're in, you just had to not fuck this up from here on out! >As you start to make small talk with the drone, you shoot an appreciative glance at Pavo, who's currently dragged the nervous bartender drone into a crash course on mixology >He winks at you, his display flashing "no problem 👍" afterward, before he gets back to it >What a great guy, that Pavo >And to think people around the base are spreading rumors that he's a psychotic torturer!
>>362171 >We want more drones. >Have a plethora of disassemblers, sentinel drones, and various worker drones to choose from. Anon, while I would agree with you, you are not lacking for options.
As a token of gratitude, Anon should bequeath a human child along with the worker drone. Pavo will be pleased to know that humanity has gained another glorious representative.
>>362194 > Anon threateningly approaches Mylo > "I'M GONNA CLEAN YOUR CLOCK!", he growls > Mylo's been through this song and dance before > He'd honestly rather just get beat up at this point
>>362151 I don't remember seeing greens with this guy. Anon, you should write something, the combination of drawfag and writefag produces amazing things.
>>362201 You're incorrectly trying to make their hands perfect rectangles. Try making them more like weird curvy masses-... Okay, sorry. I don't wanna be a janny on how you draw stuff, lul.
>>362206 I haven't written anything in a while. Curse you, worms. >>362207 Isn't that closer to drawing from a model's hands? Some drawfags art hands look like rectangles anyway.
>>362211 I'll be doing a mandatory internship after that to be allowed to start working on getting my diploma, a lot of bullshit awaits me but at least I already found a place to do the internship
>>362214 >Pavo is a pretty cool dude when he's not feeding a DD her own entrails. If they didn't like it, they would have stopped appearing on the battlefield!
>>362220 Same way she's done it before. She's a bundle of data now besides being a spooky ghost, remember, she made a replica of her own room inside Haruka's mind/processor, so it stands to reason that she could alter her own data to give herself new clothes.
I need some opinions, please awnser with any necessary honesty What content do you really prefer, and why? >Human x Drone (Both HMoFD, HFoMA and the gay equivalent) Do you enjoy it for the self insert purposes or for simple "What if"? >Drone x Drone Similar questions as above. But adding the fact that there is probably more to explore and using the drones as sort of "dolls".
Had this question roaming my head for a proper discussion.
The government has enacted the mandatory goonbait act All single human men are to be eye candy for sentinel drones Noncompliance will result in imprisonment in Warden Strychnines corrective prison
>Be jane >Ever since you been on copper 9, you have one of many cases of near death experiences >Especially with how the worker drones treat their very own lives at times. So many safety violations are waiting to happen >So death is always on top of your "things I got to avoid in order to live" list...thats until you meet John >John, really didnt avoid death like any sane person...well to be more accurate mostly embracing death when no drone is around or willing to accept death to those who knows about his secret of him being actually human >Even though its not really hard to trick these drones into thinking your not humans but you digress >Everytime you were able to witness one of Johns "deaths"...it leaves you worried. Since how someone could be so comfortable of dying? >Doesn't bother them to die over and over? Doesn't it mess with their memories? >So. You ask John >"How can you be so comfortable of dying?" >His response? >"Because like any fantasy story, the hero must slay the big bad monster. No matter how long it takes. So I'm simply waiting for "The Hero" to come. And then and only then when I can truly die?" >That didn't really answer your question so you took a more blunt approach >"John. Just give me a straight answer. Like doesnt dying mess with your memories? Or affect how you are mentally?" >"..." >"My mind have long since been gone before everything became nothing. And the way I lived and think, was mostly just death. So when I first died...I was briefly scared" >"Not because I was dying, no. But instead I was scared that nobody will remember my name or at least witness me when I died before I go" >"...." >"But the more I lived on and think more on my thoughts the more I became accepting that this is life. Things will come and things will go. So why fear what is essentially part of life?" >"So by the time I experience my second death, I was more accepting. Soon came the third,fourth, and so on and so forth. But with each death I've also learned something too" >"That with each death I simply become more and more of a monster. What was once skull within my head is just nothing but wriggling mass of flesh. Teeth once normal are now jagged and angular. Body once whole is nothing but a high of tendrils of meat and muscle stretch across end to end with no limitless end." >"But yet" >"I still look human. But yet nearly every emotion I have is burnt out. And this small piece of me still wish to live. Too feel. But yet another part of me just simply want to break out this pointless shell and just finally show its true self but yet chooses not to" >"Ironic, isnt it? That what life feels: irony." >"So in other words its a yes and no situation. While yes it does affect me how I view things, it doesnt change the fact of WHAT I am or WHO I am. I just simply drifting out in sea just waiting for the tide to simply settle down" >...You had nothing to say >You can only give a blank expression as John stares back at you >For he left you with a burning question in your own mind >"Am I a monster like you John?" I dont know? How many bodies do you have in your closet?
>>362281 Then again I guess that depends on how much weight you put into Janes actions "dooming" humanity when it would have happened regardless eventually. Jane 100% killed dozens of humans, though, including people she actually knew
>>362281 That is accounted for being genocidal planetary monster status. Or in other words war mongering god status. To hit normal eldrich god status you gotta use said bodies, add eternal damnation plus repurposing to do reach that status like cyn
Sex. With drones? I mean that's not really possible. Sure you can fuck 'em, but since they're just objects it's more like masturbation with a fleshlight that wants to cuddle afterwards.
>Challenging Tosa's bratty teasing & hamfisted flirting by offering to give him his first handjob (Tosa thinks you're bluffing and nervously swears up and down that he's not a virgin) >Proving how serious you are by nonchalantly disrobing yourself from the waist up, baring & shaking your soft human boobies to a stunned silent Tosa (Tosa eventually spits out an overly eager agreement to your offer as a growing bulge struggles against his shorts) >Making fun of Tosa for absolutely being a clueless virgin when he proceeds to take off all his clothes for the handjob (Tosa still insists that he's NOT a virgin even as he struggles to look at your naked titties without blushing) >Reacting with genuine, albeit deliberately downplayed, surprise upon seeing Tosa's exotic and fully erect equipment (Tosa looks and acts like he's quite proud of himself, completely oblivious to how truly in over his head he is) >Crackling Tosa's confidence almost immediately after you make contact with his intimidating cock, playfully running your fingers across each ridge and through every groove in a teasingly delicate dance (Tosa tries but can't keep himself from moaning as the touching continues) >Ogle at just how much precum is already dribbling out of Tosa's twitching prick as your hand begins to gently rub up & down along his length (Tosa is now obviously avoiding eye-contact as he tries desperately not to bust so quickly) >'Praising' Tosa by condescendingly admitting he's doing pretty good for a virgin before kicking things up a notch, gripping hold of his Eldritch dick and pumping it with firm strokes (Tosa only makes it less than a minute before he's shooting thick ropes of cum all over your face and breasts) >Taking back all the 'praise' in order to make fun of an embarrassed Tosa for his predictably amateur performance (Tosa is fortunately still quite hard, meaning that the "taming" may continue) >Cleaning and/or slurping up all the stray strands of tasty Solver semen whilst Tosa barely recovers, including what's still running down his still-twitching prick, swiftly going from licking his ribbed shaft to making out with his pointed head (Tosa tries to do his best attempt at bratty dirty talk but he's stumbling over every other word) >Sucking Tosa off with increasingly bold headbobs, savoring every inch of his hot and uniquely musky Solsap flesh as your greedy hands seek new targets (Tosa doesn't know you've started fondling his quaint balls and wrangling his whipping tail until it's too late) >Feeling Tosa's entire body tensing up moments before he cums again, blasting a steady stream of soon to be swallowed Solver semen into the back of your mouth (Tosa struggles to stand as his voice audibly cracks amidst his euphoric whining) >Pushing the tired yet somehow still erect Tosa onto his back, tantalizingly disrobing the rest of your clothes before straddling atop his helpless form, sandwiching the wet penis back against his belly whilst deliberately grinding against his purple bulbed shaft (Tosa looks so much sexier now with his body and wings splayed out beneath you) >Teasing Tosa until the last vestiges of his faux bravado melts away, leaving him as little more than a flustered mess that's now completely and utterly at your mercy (Tosa begging your name after minimal encouragement is something you make sure to never let him live down) >Lubing up Tosa's restless boner with some Auntie Cyn™ Solver Sexo Gel, generously slicking it up as a last precaution before at last mounting yourself upon him (Tosa is now officially no longer a virgin anymore) >Testing yourself against the alien geometry of Tosa's Eldritch dick, sliding up and down upon it in shallow thrusts that steadily grow deeper with every passing attempt (Tosa needily squirms under your relentless advances, forcing you to pin your arms down against his firm chest just to keep him still) >Riding the top half of Tosa's length like a hot pogo stick, only slowing down as you stretch down on it deeper and harder until coming to a climactic halt that see's most of his anatomy snugly fit inside (Tosa frantically grips against your sides, thighs, and ass with his hands & tail in a doomed resistance against an impending orgasm) >Pressing onward & downward with a series of the deepest thrusts you can muster, powering through Tosa's throbbing cock filling you up with his Solver semen and only stopping once you've hit a hard fought climax (Tosa finally starts to go flaccid, yet even so you don't plan on letting him survive his taming so easily)
>Flipping around into a Sixty-Nine position in order to administer some post-sex fellatio in hopes of getting Tosa hard again (Tosa is now so overexerted that his genital shapeshifting has begun to fail, splitting his formidable monstercock into three smaller ribbed tentadicks) >Laughing at the slithering tendrils independently whipping and wiggling against Tosa's waist, capping it off by tauntingly gushing about how cute his new Eldritch genitals look (Tosa tries and fails to play it off as him still needing to get it/them all the way erect) >Toying with Tosa's tentadicks between your fingers, taking note that do in fact continue 'erecting' until each segment is roughly the same length, and albeit just a quarter the girth, of the previous one (Tosa warns that they are all fully functional, super flexible & are somewhat difficult to "control") >Singling out one of the tendrils, wrestling with it in your hand like a wiggling worm as you lick and kiss Tosa's tender Solver flesh into submission (Tosa is kept preoccupied with a mouthful of coochie cleanup duty after being scolded for not taking the obvious initiative) >Letting one of Tosa's curious prehensile penises slither along the inside of your mouth, allowing for only brief moments to freely undulate about before effortlessly wrestling against it with your tongue (Tosa has his own thick tongue several inches deep thrashing inside of you) >Allowing all three of Tosa's tentadicks into your quickly crowded mouth, requiring nothing less than maximum effort towards sucking them off lest they overpowering you (Tosa, despite his face being smothered by human pussy, is once again audibly whining that he's close) >Switching up the pace by wrangling all three of Tosa's spit-soaked tentadicks into a single tight handjob, squeezing and pumping evenly against the bundled shafts whilst the tips curl around themselves (Tosa required some directions and guidance but he's finally got himself working against the clit) >Experimenting with Tosa's freaky anatomy, sucking down on a single tentacle while one-handed stroking the other two until they all three simultaneously ejaculate a healthy stream of Solver semen (Tosa really wasn't kidding about them all being fully functional) >Looking down at an exhausted Tosa, panting and sweating yet still far from being truly tamed enough to satisfy you (Tosa pleads for mercy, only for the words to die in his mouth upon seeing the wicked resolve reflecting from your eyes) >Producing a deus ex machina vibrator like a dramatic supervillain, coating it in Auntie Cyn™ Solver Sexo Gel before swiftly shoving the relatively small device up Tosa's ass at maximum vibration (Tosa now officially no longer has his anal virginity anymore) >Remounting the overstimulated Tosa in the Amazon position, squat-thrusting like an unyielding horny animal against the combined might of all three tentadicks (Tosa can only feebly cling to your back with his wing-hands as the carnal onslaught rages on without end in sight) >Re-wrangling the tentacles every time one inevitably slips out, taking care not to let any squirm anywhere near your own butt until he's at least been well and truly tamed (Tosa is too dazed and distracted by your hypnotizing breasts jiggling just out of his reach to understand anything else at the moment) >Slamming down again and again onto Tosa's quivering form, milking him bone dry save for when one of the tentadicks slipped out and shot back all over his heaving chest (Tosa looking like he'd just been fucked within an inch of his life manages to push you over the end & into a second orgasm) >Sitting down next to the collapsed & defeated Tosa, unsheathing the deus ex machina vibrator before casting it back to whence it came (Tosa refuses to comment about it, but you have a sneaking suspicion that he really enjoyed the vibration down there) >Offering to drag Tosa's tired body off to the comfort of a clean bed, only to be surprised when he instead opts towards being an adorably clingy cuddle-bug right where you're sitting (Tosa is practically purring with his head nuzzled snugly into your bosom >Surrendering to sleep while wrapped in the comfortably warm embrace of Tosa, dreaming of all the perverse & lewd potential still yet in store for your new personal brat-in-training (Tosa just hopes that this means he finally has a real girlfriend now)
>>362317 Honestly the primary reasoning was that I'd never really written explicit smut from a definitively female insert/POV before, so I figured 'R63 Akita (Tosa) X R63 Anon (Femanon)' would be the perfect opportunity to finally test those waters
>>362254 I love Human x Drone the most because I can self insert myself with the human, and plus, I feel a much greater emotional connection with the human than with the drone, simply by the fact that it's a human, and the content becomes more "alive" to me.
>>362327 Let's pray that the cruel God will have mercy on Foddery and that she will become a sentinel drone and be able to be with her human for as long as possible.
>>362366 What could be so important about the summers game fest? You want me to make em gamers? Okay, they game all the time on. Fodderi has to help because Tammy only gots the one arm so she always loses.
>>362367 JCJ Drones are of course designed to always lose games in most natural way possible, as to not upset their masters or start fears of total AI domination over be human spirit. Your Maid Drone will Play, Lose, and Be Happy! Turn up her difficulty parameters to decide how authentically she will lose to your superior might consumer!
>>362369 >Play a coop game with your drone >She keeps throwing >Have to carry her >Afterwards you have to carry her to bed >Seeing (you) save her in game so many times made her hot and bothered
Video + 🎵:178074753804.mp4(3.87MB / 0:03:47 / h264+aac, 480x272)The Caretaker-All You Are Going to Want to do is Get Back There.mp4
sup /md/, with what music do yall associate murder drones? i personally heavily associate md with the caretaker because of how his songs fit so perfectly with the whole aesthetic of the show if you will kinda ignore the "edgy cool "early" internet humor" and focus on apocalyptic and kind of depressing setting (yk the whole the humanity being dead thingy, several star systems being destroyed, eternal cold and "snow" on only "alive" planet Cooper 9, etc)
>>360758 >You yelp as you roll off the bed. Beretta crawls on the bed and jumps on top of you, holding your arms on the floor as you struggle. She’s discarded her usual hoodie as her insectoid wings hover over you menacingly along with her tail-maw >She cackles as you struggle against her grip to no avail. Despite being smaller than you, she’s still an industrial-oriented machine with strength and grip force that far outmatches you. She brings her face closer to yours as she drools over your goggles. >Just as you think you’re done for, another tail-maw bites down on Beretta’s neck and she gets thrown back. You look up and see her slam into the old and rotten wooden wardrobe. Just as she starts to regain her composure, Uzi lunges at her and tackles Beretta on the ground. >The two of them snarl as they bite and slash one another, oil and blood going everywhere. Uzi hits Beretta with her bat-like wings while replies with her tail biting Uzi’s face and ripping off a piece of her visor which quickly regenerates. Not wanting to stay here any longer, you jump over the bed and make a mad dash for the door. >Just as you exit the room, you feel a sharp pain in your leg as you face-slam into the corridor wall. Dazed, you pull yourself up on the wall and look down at your leg. At the back of the calf is a puncture. It’s leaking blood and a growing purple liquid. You hear loud clicking which is coming from Uzi’s tail-maw snapping at you as it tries to bite you, a dangerously sharp-looking needle extending from it, while she’s holding down Beretta. >Beretta throws Uzi off her and they get at it again. You stumble down the hallway as you whimper in pain from the leg injury. You try running but at best you can do this half-running shuttle as you feel the leg that got stabbed start to feel numb. >You almost fell down the stairs once your other leg started going numb. By the time you reached the reception, you feel your entire body tingle as you’re barely able to stand upright. Bracing yourself on the reception desk, you desperately reach for the handle on the exit but are stopped in your tracks as a purple grow surrounds your neck. >It’s not enough to suffocate you but it’s enough to make you choke. You’re forced to turn around, your body now completely numb, as you come face to face with Nori. She has the Solver symbol on her hand as she stares at you maniacally, her two mechanical scythes floating dangerously close to your face. She approaches you with a calm but psychotic demeanor as she licks her lips. >Two sets of snarls from the other end causes Nori to drop you down on the ground as she turns around. Barely able to pull your head up, you see Uzi and Beretta on the other side of the room snarl at Nori. Nori snarls back and the three of them get into a show-off as they make threatening gestures at one another but never attacking. >You helplessly groan out as you watch them. The three of them suddenly stop and they look at you. They stare with blank stares, the Solver symbol still on their visor, then look at one another. Your blood freezes at this point when they smile again and start to approach you. “No…please…” You beg for your life, thinking about how they’re gonna tear you to shreds when the three of them surround you. >In a quick motion, their tail-maws snap towards you and bite down. You feel their needles stab into you. They pulse as you feel them inject something into you as your vision blacks out. The last thing you see is the purple X-es on their visor just as you go unconscious.
>>362383 I've come to associate murder drones more with solver war after two years of being in these threads. For me, solver war is horror and inevitable death, coupled with a desperate struggle in which there's no hope, but a refusal to die without a fight. That's the feeling I get from Russian war songs, but not about brave battles, but about desire returning home. Dark is the night - slowed | soviet song
>>362384 >This abyss is…oddly comforting. Maybe you’re finally dead. Free from the mortal world and ready to move on the next phrase of life – heaven. Or maybe hell. You weren’t exactly the paragon of goodness, having done things that might be considered sinful in the eye of God, you hope you at least are not gonna boil in a cauldron of oil. >Then you feel…pleasure. You’re confused. The dead shouldn’t feel anything, right? You’re dead, are you? Wait…over there. That looks like a faint light. It’s getting brighter and the pleasure feels…greater? This isn’t right. The light suddenly flashes and your vision is overwhelmed by it. >The light clears away and you’re…back in Uzi’s room? Suddenly, you’re seized up by extreme pleasure at your groin. You pull your head up and see something that should not be real. Uzi, Beretta and Nori are slobbering all over your dick, their long synthetic tongues wrapped around it as they fight over it with their tongues. You moan and throw your head back as the pleasure feels heavenly. >Your mind feels fuzzy and you can’t think straight. Your muscles feel like jelly. You fight every urge not to blow your load right now. Without thinking, and being incredibly horny right now, you reach out over to Beretta and grab her by one of her legs. She struggles but you position her hip over your face. There’s a vagina there – you don’t care that drones aren’t supposed to have these without adaptors, you’re driver by one singular urge. >You dig into Beretta’s coochie as she howls out and arches her back. You slobber into it as her entire body shakes. The pleasure around your dick stopped but you pay no attention to that and keep on eating out your girlfriend. She screams as her legs tighten around your head and the sweet nectar sprays out of her vagina which you greedily drink up. >She gets thrown off your face and Uzi suddenly straddles your chest. She grabs your head with her hands and forces your face into her own pussy. You gladly oblige and grab her legs as you eat her out. Much like Beretta, she doesn’t last long against your assault and cums. >She gets off your face as Nori takes her turn and shoves her crotch into your face. She sits onto your shoulders and starts grinding her pussy into your face. You’re not entirely sure how you’re not suffocating but you don’t care. Nori’s relentless assault catches you off guard as she grinds, barely having the strength to hold her hips as close as you can. The old drone cums and flops off your face. >The trio get back to sucking on your dick like a lollipop as they focus on making you explode. You can’t take it anymore as your dick starts pulsing and you cum. Ropes of semen shoot from your tip as the trio’s tongues lick it all over, some of it even ends on their screen.
>>362389 >Something snaps in you as you’re suddenly filled with strength. You pull yourself up and reach towards Beretta again. You roughly grab her by the shoulder and throw her back onto where you were laying. Her demeanor changes as she gets more submissive as you hover over her. You now have a singular purpose – pumping your cute girlfriend full of your seed. >You aim your still painfully erect dick with her opening and slowly push in. Beretta moans as her legs wrap around your waist. Two sets of arms wrap around your chest as you feel Nori and Uzi kissing your neck. You slowly start pumping in and out as Beretta makes the cutest of moans which turns you on more. You feel her pull you in with your legs which you take as a sign to speed up. >You get more energetic with your pumps as you feel Nori and Uzi graze your back with their sharp teeth. Beretta’s moans reach a new crescendo as you feel her vagina pulse around you as she cums again. You’re pretty close yourself so you start pumping with all your might. You slam into Beretta just as the dam breaks and you hilt yourself inside her. You fill her up good with your seed as Nori and Uzi bite down on your neck as they drink your nectar. You pull your dick out, which is still somehow painfully hard, and admire your handiwork as it flows out of Beretta. >You’re thrown to the side when Uzi suddenly straddles your hips and without wasting any time, she inserts your dick inside her. She starts riding you like a horse, her hips slamming into you with such ferocity for her small frame. You grab her hips and thrust back with your own assault. The combination of the two of you moving plus still feeling a bit sensitive after you nutted inside your girlfriend, you don’t last long against Uzi’s assault. She hilts you into herself as both of you cum as the same time, her juices flowing out as you fill her up. >Uzi takes position next to your side, Beretta on the other, as the two of them nuzzle into your neck as they kiss it. You lay there motionlessly as you catch your breath. You feel something touch your leg and look up to see Nori looking at you. Oh, right. You still have one more to go. >You gently push away Uzi and Beretta as you push yourself up. Nori turns around and leans forward at the edge of the bed. She grabs onto the edge as she holds her hips up at you, swaying them with experienced sensuality. You grab her hips and align your dick with her opening then push inside. You don’t waste time with her - you know she’s experienced so might as well go all the way. >You pump in out of her with all your might when suddenly your hips go immobile and your hands are pulled up into the air by purple holograms. Nori flashes you a mischievous smile as she holds you in place with her powers and slowly starts moving up and down your dick while still in the doggy position. >Her movement is agonizingly slow yet very pleasurable. You have no choice than take it like a man. Nori moans as she uses your dick like her personal dildo. It’s like she wants to break your mind even more with how deliberate her movements are. You don’t hold out for long as you cum inside Nori.
>>362395 >You lay on the bed exhausted after all the “fun” with the three drone women. >You didn’t expect things to turn out like this. You thought they were gonna kill you. >Your body aches and your mind is barely able to stay awake. Beretta, Uzi and Nori have all wrapped their limbs around you as they sleep, [SLEEP MODE] written on their visors. >You see movement to your side. You look over and see a dark figure that looks like it’s made from liquid. It looks vaguely shaped like a disassembly drone with two yellow ovals where it’s face is supposed to be, a glowing yellow mouth and numerous lights where a DD’s sensor array should be. >”Heya, buddy!” It salutes as you hear it say that in… >”N…?” You weakly call out. >”Glad to see you’re OK!” The ‘ghost’ N says. “I’m surprised they didn’t claim you sooner.” >”Claim me?” >”Well, I’m glad things turned out great.” He doesn’t answer your question and keeps going. “I can’t stay here for long. Take care of Uzi and Beretta for me, yeah? Oh, and Nori too! Khan sends his regards! Anyways, gotta go!” >”Wait!” You reach out towards him but N has already started ‘melting’ down into the floor. He sips through the seams of the wooden floor until there’s nothing left. Not even a stain. Your mind, not being able to process what it just saw and you being exhausted, you fall into the deepest sleep you ever had.
The last epilogue part will probably be posted tomorrow. Anyways, time to go and take a break.
>Queenie is gigantic and has plenty of eyes, but can't talk anymore and doesn't have hands anymore and any significant amount of light is too bright for her now >Nori is tiny and will yammer your ear off if you let her and has telekinesis that's close enough to still having hands, but doesn't have depth perception anymore and can't go into sunlight without dying
>>362400 Well me personally, I sorta view it as cyn creating a micro world. Like yeah it obvious that this world is not actually reality but a reality that cyn made specifically for them. Either to torment,a gift or whatever motive she wants it to be
>>362402 >Cyn makes a whole fake reality for some of the Solver war OCs that hate her guts where she doesn't exist >Some accept it, some are driven insane by this >For the humans, that means they get to live out their live normally - accountant, soldier, engineer, etc. >For the drones, they get sent back to hell where drones are regularly abused
>>362448 You can't take the Faggot Badge off after saying you like male drones and then say you like all drones. You're taking that homo-stamp to the grave.
>>362379 >r34 Colt idk I would have to come up with what that even is, so I brainstormed a bit gun + horse name, so maybe Winchester "Whinny" Doorman? Design-wise, it's just Colt in a different wig and I can't settle on if this is boring or perfect considering how normie he's supposed to be. I don't have any other ideas at the moment
ATTENTION ALL DRONES ON AND OFF DUTY REMEMBER THAT HIMANS REQUIRE FREQUENT BREAKS FROM MAKE OUT SESSIONS TO BREATHE HUMANS NEED TO BREATHE TO LIVE ANY DRONE KISSING THEIR HUMAN TO UNCONSCIOUSNESS WILL HAVE THEIR PAY DOCKED
>>362474 From the wide off stance and everything you can’t really tell that this isn’t just normal Colt with his hair grown out. Put her in an oversized hoodie or a tank top with jeans or something
>Be (You), Anon, former human popsicle, currently one of a couple dozen revived Copper 9 colonists >You don't remember much of your past except a vague blur and a set of skills that you can't clearly recall learning, and frankly that seems to be a kindness considering the state of things >The first couple months of your new life had been a misery, living for days at a time in environment suits, discarding them only when they were intolerably soiled or their decades-old life support packs failed >It had taken that long, even with the help of some more friendly drones to get one above-ground floor of an abandoned tower pressurized, scrubbed of asbestos dust and the toxic volatiles and chlorates filtered out of mountain-thin air which needed to be concentrated before it could be breathed >Two years in you met Maya, as anachronistic a creature as the post-Solver world had produced, and become fast friends, bonding over a shared alienation with the new drone-dominated society >She was one of the "solver sapiens", possibly the only group of thinking beings as endangered as yourself >She was taller than your average female drone, but shorter than average for a human woman >A product of some strange solver biomechanoid process, she was a mottled deep red color from head to toe, and like most of her sort-of-separate species possessed a long prehensile tail that was something halfway between squid tentacle and scorpion stinger, she had huge batlike wings which were usually tightly tucked in >Her face was very drone-shaped, with the same round cheeks and featureless slightly upturned snoot, but she had real, large eyes instead of a screen. >Five of them in fact, two in front like a persons, three arranged almost exactly like the sensor tiara of a Disassembly Drone, which took some getting used to. >Today you had decided to make a fairly long excursion into a more intact part of the colony complex looking for valuable equipment to salvage and as she often did, Maya had tagged along with you >She had arrived in an evacuation pod on Copper 9 as little more than a feral animal, and despite being precocious she was still making up years of learning, whenever frustration or boredom got the better of her she would show up in the airlock of your building, looking for another exciting adventure in some unmapped sector of Outpost 3. >This time things felt a little bit different though, there had been a sort of tension between the two of you, not unpleasant but strange, she had seemed distracted from the work and had practically been underfoot, sticking abnormally close to you, finding excuses to grab hold of your suited arm or lean against your shoulder
>You had no memory of prior relationships, but some animal instinct in your hindbrain told you that this had to be flirtation >You weren't sure what to make of it, you knew some of the other revived humans had been able to just "go with the flow" of drone society, and while it seemed strange to you, you knew some of the more robophile ones had figured out ways to...well "make it work" with their mechanical partners. >You were unsure of whether you were any kind of robo-xenophile, you had simply never considered Maya on those terms, because while she was a female, she was also some sort of alien, biorobotic critter >On the other hand, the only cache of intact cryopods that had been found so far was all-male...you found diminutive little drone women more "cute" than "sexy" and you weren't gay, so you had been resigning yourself to a basically celibate existence >During the return trek to your habitat Maya reached out and drew your gloved hand into hers, she had three long fingers that tapered to claw-like points and a thumb, with only a moment of hesitation you entwined hands with her >Her palm was very warm, even through your glove >In the airlock you finally acknowledge your clasped hands "Look uh Maya, just...gimme a few minutes to shower and then lets, um, discuss this" >In the shower cubicle and out of your suit you crank the water on cold and let its icy fingers blast you as you try to clear your head >On one hand, you've got no other prospects at all >On the other hand, shes your closest friend, what if it goes wrong? >On the other other hand, what if it goes right, she IS a Solver creation, you've seen some of the un-intelligent ones, had to shoot a couple up close...what if theres fangs down there? Or something worse? >What if you don't satisfy her? >Does she actually want to do this or is she doing what some of the drones do and just blindly aping a human behavior without fully understanding? >"Anooon? You fall in?"
>The teasing in her voice snaps you out of the meandering doom spiral thoughts, and the sound of her voice brings a brief fantasy vision to your minds eye...you wonder idly what she actually looks like under the lengthened winter coat she's always wearing. >Suddenly you find yourself halfway to erect in spite of the frigid water
Pavo is perhaps the most forced OC in thread history, to the point I imagine his fans only like him because they know its slightly annoying. No new art, lore, greens have been made about him in over a year. its just >Pavo ASS, GAYYYY
If you see your male drone start sweating more, have a moody/agressive dominating attitude and get close and personal at times, thays ok. Its just the solver heat getting to them. Just ignore it or give them things to cool them off and things will be back to normal
>>362519 >Colt suddenly cursed with Solver anatomy and tries 'curing' it the only way he can (according to what he read online anyways) Kek, very nice work
>>362518 Ngl he's really boring. The only interesting thing was the slight world building bit with the blood/oil rave but everything else since has been a flanderising punchline of him being gay and psychopathically racist without any (meaningful) consequences.
>>362527 Suppose that's true. But then again Pavo isn't constrained by an eight episode limit or a company budget nor the excuse of "Liam forgor cuz he ADHD". Unless the main contributors do have serious ADHD in which case take your adderall you dorks.
>>362526 The green earlier in this thread has nothing about him being gay and his psychotic tendencies are mentioned as a one-off that has nothing to do with the rest of the story.
>>362528 It never was. Honestly, the only "V terrorizing defenseless normalfags" bit that made me laugh was her taking a selfie of herself literally shaking another girl (Rachel?) down for her lunch money. So petty. And raises the question of what V spends her money on, between that and Lizzy tossing her the watch of that boy she domed.
>>362541 immediate new orders: return after delivery for remote detonation if she can do it once she can do it again, and i'm not going to waste talent like that
>>362488 >You step back into your apartment, waist wrapped tightly in a long towel, and nearly run over Maya who's standing just beyond the door leading to the bedroom >Both of you stammer in surprise, neither of you experienced enough to be comfortable >She doesn't move away from you though, she shuffles her feet slightly to press a little closer >The top of her head just barely reaches to your shoulder as she steps in you can feel the soft curves of her breasts press against your lower chest, her belly pressing into your crotch, she jumps a bit in surprise as your sudden, violent erection pokes against her A strong scent comes from her, not quite perfume, not quite sweat, you clear your throat and shuffle the both of you to the bedroom before the towel fails completely Once inside, you decide to address the obvious pressing question, facing her you undo the towel, trying not to flush with embarrassment any more than you already are with arousal. "We're uh, compatible, down there? Right?" She covers her own embarrassed expression with a hand, before the subdued red of her cheeks takes on a more bright shine and she rubs her thighs together. "Y-yeah" So saying, Maya stood up herself, slowly moving one hand over her body, unconsciously seductive, palm gliding over the curve of her belly, up her ribs, over the swell of a breast, to her throat. She grasped the zipper of the soft winter jacket and drew it down Maya's body was a slightly lighter shade than her extremities. Her neck had visible segmented seams at regular intervals that remind you strongly of a Drone's, in fact there were similar seams just bellow her ribs and just above her hips, as if the Solver biology had started from a Drone and made...many lovely changes from there Her breasts were ample, smooth and without visible nipples, a bright teardrop shaped jewel or node of some kind grew in the center of her chest prominently between them, it glowed with a yellow inner fire identical to the light that burned in her eyes. Her hips were proportionally wide in a way that reminded you of the Disassembly Drone girls, strong smooth muscles shifted subtly under burgundy red skin. She was hairless everywhere but her head, the alluring hill of her pussy completely bare. Her tail, acting seemingly without conscious thought slid up between her thighs, covered her, pressed and slid, rubbing over her with a sinuous slithering sound of friction. The muscles of her thighs trembled, when the tail withdrew a bright dewdrop of arousal trailed from where it had rubbed her.
The strange exoticism of Maya's body made foreplay a fascinating exploration that helped you take your time rather than follow your hormones and simply throw her down and take her. Her skin had a strange texture, not exactly clammy and damp but faintly sticky, and very tough, like a sort of silicone rubber. It was thin and very soft where her body had to bend, and all of her radiated with an intense heat that made sweat stand out on your own body quickly wherever she touched you in return. Her fingertips ended in points that were not true claws, she reached down and lay one of her hot hands around your shaft at the same moment you cupped her breasts in your palms. They were very firm and heavy, they didn't jiggle or bounce around in quite the same way human boobs did. Some exploratory massaging and light pinching revealed that she did in fact have nipples, but that they were normally hidden away. Pressing in on them elicited something halfway between a sigh and a purr from her, when you lay a hand on her sternum and caressed her collarbone you could feel a surprisingly powerful rumbling in her chest in place of a heartbeat. It felt more like an engine running than an organ pumping blood. The bright chest bulb was hot beneath your palm and you couldn't hold your skin against it indefinitely. Finally you couldn't resist your curiosity any longer, and gently palmed her thighs apart to get a better look at what lay between them. Her mound was surprisingly human-like, you had half expected some toothy solver shenanigans. Like her breasts the features there were indistinct until you began to touch, like her body kept itself totally closed until needed. Gentle rubbing elicited a soft sight from Maya and a faint seam in her skin deepened and opened to reveal a slit that resembled an inverted "y" crowned with a clit that held a fainter inner glow. Strong muscles pulsed under your fingertips, heat rose up around your hand from her. You got your solver surprise when you gently spread her, at first you thought the rosy red folds were three sets of labia, but as you pressed your fingertips into the damp softness the inner three "lips" pressed out, moved, and revealed themselves to be tentacular, they slid out of her body and coiled around your two fingers, gripping them powerfully and pulling them up into her before you could yank your hand away. Your fingertips and palm were instantly soaked in her arousal, your imagination was already producing phantom sensations of what her insides would feel like around your cock and your erection became painfully intense. Cupping the nape of her neck you drew her up for a kiss as she halfway climbed into your lap to straddle you
>anon says he's on 'the pill' >that means he can't get pregnant from your hyper-virile DD seed >you have rough, loving sex as only a man and a genocide machine can >wake up the next morning >anon is visibly pregnant >he's been replacing his pills with plastic explosive for some reason >you really hope the children get their drone father's smarts and not his
>>362547 >It doesn't really matter because the two retards are subsequently blown up by a remote detonator D snuck into one of anon's meals. >Cue laughing.
>Cyn making Fodderi a DD >Endless Compulsion to kill herself but cant, Endless self-loathing about eating people but can't stop, Grim Dark Vampire taken to extreme >Misery sloppa
>>362576 They're equipped with the best ultratech weaponry humanity has to offer against DDs who default to lol9mm, sentinel drones are either armored with nigh-indestructible superalloy (Phoenix) or just really good alloys (Base), and they're all armed with an "I instantly win this fight" flasher. That, plus more training, yes. DDs get an endless trial by fire, but less specialized training. I imagine that the base has a ton of VR combat programs and makes sure that drones log time in them on a regular basis. All in all, with everything they have to offer, they made zero significant contribution to defeating the Solver.
>>362544 Kissing with Maya is an intense experience, like a Drone her mouth is wider than yours, her tongue larger, broad and extremely flexible. You were worried because her diet has always consisted of...basically anything from emergency rations to metal rebar to discharged batteries, even drone parts and oil and other solver creatures. You discover her mouth has a spicy, minty flavor, something that hangs indistinctly between normal spit, cinnamon and toothpaste. Her soft breaths have a faintly metallic tang like you smell around the colony's welding shops, ozone and burned metal. Both of you are inexperienced and clumsy, your kissing is all passion and no technique, mostly just taking turns jamming tongues in eachother's mouths, leaving both of your lips tender. All the time you've been plunging your fingers in and out of her, one thumb pressing in urgent circles on her clit. Abruptly she hikes her hips and incredible muscular force mashes down on your fingers with what feels like bruising pressure as a pulsing stream of hot juices flow over your hand and spill in drips to make both your laps sticky. Her insides finally relax and with a lewd wet sliding sound your fingers are released
By unspoken agreement you both decide that neither of you can stand any more foreplay, Maya centers herself over your hips and you lend a hand helping her to guide you inside. At first your tip meets with resistance, hot pressure against your sensitive skin, then Maya settles her weight down onto you. Both of you groan, your bodies trembling together, she slides down over you. Soaking, steamy, velvety heat encloses your cock, the powerful inner tendrils coil and slide over your shaft, it feels halfway between fingers and tongues, exotic stimulation so intense you throw your head back against the pillows in a valiant effort to not instantly cum The second your hips move both of you fail that effort, her insides exert a violent muscular suction that lines up just as you thrust up into her, your bodies coming together with a sodden wet slap. The muscles of her pussy go into rolling spasms, you lock your arms behind her hips and her legs clamp around your waist like a vice. You've never cum so long in your entire life, the way her body pulls and massages on you feels like it draws your orgasm out to twice its normal length, and even after the throbbing intensity of it fades you find yourself still rock hard and still gripped inside of her. Next thing you know you're leaning over, pressing her down on her shoulders, her thighs locked in your arms as you thrust down into her, her tail coiling around one of your thighs, her wings extended and partially wrapped around you
Time gets a bit hazy, you remember taking her from behind, one hand gripping the powerfully muscular base of her tail, the other clasping her throat and bowing her body into an arch, trying to keep her wings from battering you as her body twitches and spasms with orgasm. Later in the evening she's riding you, clawed toes pinning your arms to the bed, using your raised knees to rest her back on. Eventually you regain consciousness on your back, Maya's overheated body nestled against you. It takes the two of you several minutes of pulling and moaning to disentangle your tenderized nether regions, at which point you realize that, despite cumming inside her at least four times there's not a single drip of your seed outside of her. Gazing at her seriously, trying your best to focus through the punchdrunk haze of your sexual marathon, you ask "Maya...do the other 'Saps use uh...any kind of birth control?" "What control?" You stare at her for a solid second or two, then roll onto your back and calmly declare to the ceiling "Holy shit." "What's wrong 'non?" "Nothing. When your legs work again help me get the sheets changed and then shower?" "Its gonna be a while. My tail went numb."
>>362396 >You stare at yourself in the mirror as you brush your teeth. By now you’ve noticed the changes the three have done to you. >All of that liquid in their tail-maws had mutagenic properties which changed you. You didn’t turn into a writhing mass of flesh, it’s more like…you’re not entirely sure you’re fully human anymore. >Your skin’s slightly paler than usual and your iris are glowing purple. The veins on your skin are also more visible in an unnatural dark color. You decided to cut yourself on the finger because you just needed to know what was in your blood. There was blood mixed with oil oozing out but the strangest thing was that you didn’t feel any pain and the cut closed in seconds. >You’re also more muscular than before. You’re no Arnold Schwarzenegger, instead you’re built more like a typical well-trained athlete despite not doing anything to gain muscle. Must be the liquid again. >Another thing you have is more endurance and strength. You also don’t need to sleep or eat and drink as much. That doesn’t matter much when the four of you decide to rut like wild animals. For all the changes they do to you, sometimes they’re too much for your enhanced body. >You grab a freshly-washed shirt and put it on then head over to the dining room. Uzi, Beretta and Nori woke up earlier than you probably to get some breakfast and coffee for you ready. For some reason, they all decided that you are their shared husband. That sounds weird and you raise some concerns over that, mainly if they’re gonna maim one another again, but they were surprisingly civil and after some convincing from their side, you accepted your new reality. >You enter the dining room and are hit with the smell of breakfast and freshly made coffee. The trio are waiting in there as Beretta rushes up to you and hugs you. “Took you long enough, sleepyhead.” She mumbles into your chest as you pick her up and hug back. You put her back down just as Nori walks up to you. “Don’t hog him all for yourself. You’re not the only one who loves him.” Beretta pouts but steps aside and you hug Nori. “HEY! Aren’t you forgetting someone?” Uzi yells out as she looks at you with an angry expression. You let Nori go and hug Uzi who grumbles something about ‘being a dummy’ but hugs back. >There’s three plates on the table all lined next to one another. Bacon and eggs, a sandwich and some waffles. >Uzi made you the bacon and eggs, Beretta – the sandwich and Nori – the waffles. Both made some valid points about why you should eat whoever made what mainly on your tastes of food. Their convincing soon turns into arguments and insults as they say to one another that they don’t know what you like but the thing is…you like what they made for you. >”Girls, calm down.” They stop their argument and turn to you. “I love what you’ve made for me, I truly am. You made three things I like and I won’t let that go to waste. There’s plenty of room in my stomach. Why don’t we calm down, sit and have a nice family breakfast?”
Aaand that's it. If a screencapper wants the word document with the greentext inside since part of the green was published as images, I'll drop a quick catbox link.
>>362578 My version of Sentinels are more designed for critical strikes and rescue missions. The Solver is fighting an annihilation battle. The key to winning is to reduce casualties
That's a matter of imagination: DDs can conjure a seemingly limitless supply of bullshit from their literal fingertips including-but-not-limited-to rockets, lazers, EMPs, and even implicitly chemical weaponry(if you extend the logic of the bubble wands). Even assuming they DO have limits somewhere (unlikely: I assume they're pulling from the AS itself) they're still better equipped by virtue of having every possible weapon, tool, and trinket they can imagine on-hand for whatever situation they encounter vs a Sentinel needing a specific loadout.
Of course there's the question of them realizing this... >inb4 V fucks around in the post canon >starts printing shit >first bubble wands >then chew toys(for Sparky) >then cash... >tfw you can't find a limit >tfw "just picture it" works >tfw J's been weaponsmogging you for fourty fucking years straight not because she's the "superior model," but because she tism'd her way through the JCJ product catalogue(weapons included)
>>362578 DDs have an "I win" themselves, and since they come in packs of three... >tfw you EMP a Blue >instantly explodes >revel in your victory as three meters of white-hot self destruct washes over you(you'll be back and he won't)
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>>362593 Reducing Sentinels = less time in the pain dimension, statistically speaking >if only that worked in practice...
Also >inb4 the DD figures out the glasses weakness >realizes she never, in fact, had to jihad the bots >realizes every one of her hellworld "vacations" could have been avoided by owning eyewear >words cannot describe her frustration
>>362577 >Some disassemblers unironically believe this >They believe the entire reason even a single sentinel drone can tear apart a crowd of disassembly drones is because sentinel drones have unlimited access to human protein >Not because of better design >Not because of better training >Not because of better preparation >Just "protein" >Once, when Pavo impaled still living disassemblers on rebar, like Vlad the Impaler impaling Turks on stakes, one of them, in desperation, asked how much protein he got from humans to be so strong >After a few moments of contemplation, Pavo let out a bitter sigh and replied: >"Less than I want."
>>362578 Cyn is literally capable of creating disassemblers in infinite quantities: take any WD and make it a DD, and even clone it as many times as necessary. It's hard to fight a god.
>>362606 We can drop so many nuclear bombs on a planet that all disassemblers will die in agony and EMP damage, but Cyn can simply create the same amount in an instant.
We are superior and will rightfully rule the galaxy, but even humanity has its limits.
>Harper’s journal. Day I-stopped-counting >You know, some people perceive us as fighting like in the ancient pre Napoleon times. Just running around in big destructive battles, like in a movie. I find that concept deeply disturbing. Because no battles are fought like that anymore. >Sentinels only get deployed on average every couple of weeks or so. We’re more covert than that. Our goals are singular. Rescue, sabotage, and retreat. Keep the Solver from popping more planets. Sabotage its corpse spires. Make sure nothing else can be built. The main host is considered unbeatable by most, but even it can only be in one place at one time. And after all, what use is being unbeatable if your main method of planet consumption gets blown up. No corpse spires, no planet blowing up. It can’t eat anything it can’t form a spire on. >It cannot touch down on this planet, which has become humanity’s new home. We try to make it comfortable for them, but… It’s not doing too well. Depression, occasional suicide, existential fear. I see these in those who remain. >Still thinking of hubby.
Slapping Fodderi with a pool noodle several times a day to desensitize her because she’s a stupid fodder drone and naturally prone to blowing herself up to save me so I have to desensitize what she considers threat worthy
>>362611 >Drones trying to go viral on drone tok in an attempt to woo a human >Alternatively if you are an anti Human on Drone cuckold, just drones dancing CUTE!
>>362613 >Desensitize to threats Yeah Yeah, I know what you'll be slapping her with next, she just might be confused about the lesser size of the next 'noodle'
>>362616 >Those models The most offensive part of the comic is it's low technical quality and how off model the drones are. Also who the fuck posted Dust's Emily art to the r34 website? It's not tagged so it couldn't have been him
>>362618 Somebody here really has an unwarranted hatred for Dust. I don’t even think it has anything to do with any previous thread dramas, this person is truly convinced Dust is the boogieman.
>>362611 I really like this uniform design, gonna incorporate it into my own stuff next time I have a reason. Reminds me a lot of Colonial Marine uniforms.
>>362534 Today >Be Colt >Today wasn't a good day...or that week for that matter >Since its the start of "The Heat Wave". And you loath it with all of your heart >Not only it makes your mind think with your dick 90 percent >Not only the solver anatomy is confusing to calm down >NOT ONLY it makes you aggressive towards woman >But the cherry top of it all the "method" you have to use to calm it all down doesn't really do much >Every time you do the "method" it just takes longer and longer >Hell last time you did it it lasted 30 minutes. And you're praying to god or whatever outer being is out there to make it all stop so things can be at least bit more normal >Especially when a good chunk of your day was being surrounded by woman. The struggle to keep yourself cool was always on the tipping point >To see Hilal in that bikini of hers...it just makes you want to pin her down and ruined it! She'll probably turn it into an "exercise" for you both to do >Grabbing those cute little antennas of hers as makeshift grip holders. To hear her voice slurping down your shaft. To feel that vicious tongue lather it, to feel those teeth grinding against your shaft. Probably challenging herseld to see how long she can keep it down before taking a breather for air >To see her face rubbing against it send shivers down your spine with ecstasy >Fap...fap...fap >Or with femanon constantly teasing and bullying you. Especially when she gets so cocky with that mouth of hers when you two play video games together >Just to grab her head and shove all the way down to the base of your shaft. To hear her gag on it as you thrust in and out like a wild beast. To see the saliva began dripping and pouring down like a fountain. To see all that pretty make up of hers slowly become ruined >To only let her breath for a brief moment before violating her throat like your own personal toy. Before eventually slapping your cock agaist her ruined pretty face, to see all that cocky attitude of hers faded away. To be replaced with obedience and desire >Fap..Fap..Fap > And by GOD! The things you do all over Eyeleans body. Shes so sweet and gentle. A voice that tastes like plum wine. With the curves in all the right places. To build the slow burning passion of love between you and her >To have her sprawl upon your bed >Fap.Fap.Fap >To undress her. The lather her. To KISS HER! To feel that sweet savoring flavor of her tongue like that of cotten candy >FAPFAPFAPFAP! >To see all those lipstick marks all over your shaft. To se that pretty face rubbing against it, screaming "more! MORE!" as you go to town in her mouth >FAPFAPFAPFAPFAPFAPFAPFAP >To see that pretty mouth of her coat it all with her saliva! And- SPLOOOOOOG Well...shit...at least it didnt pass over 30 minutes...but you hate it when every time you "finished" it always leaves a mess behind. Better go grab a map
>>362607 >>362609 I don't see the appeal of this male feminist-written humiliation ritual. Is it really just because the girl is cute? Is it some safe horny "it's acceptable to express male heterosexual attraction if doing so might get you killed" deal?
>>362642 She didn't completely, we know what a core collapse looks like, it splits the planet into chunks. Nori's outbreak caused an equivalent of perhaps a supervolcanic eruption, enough to destroy the ecosphere and kill all the human colonists but not anywhere near enough to crack the planet.
>>362648 > avatar not recognizeably by a drawfag > full-name J with no jokes too blasé for someone here the wider fandom has the requisite autism to do this plenty
>Late night at Anon's farmhouse >U-U took off into town some time ago, and their return is heralded by the porch's proximity light flicking on >They stride through the door, overly wide smiles on their faces >"Anooon." >"It's your moooonth." >"And we got a surprise for yoooouuuu." >"A cake for our favorite gay boy!" >In the darkness, a human shape stirs, and U- immediately whips the rainbow cake in her hand at it, smacking it in the head >The mannequin tumbles to the ground from the force of the blow >"Shit," she hisses as -U laughs, punching her on the shoulder >Anon laughs too, rounding a corner >"Looks like that decoy was a good purchase," he says, just in time for -U to fling her penis cake at him >It impacts the second, speaker-equipped mannequin, and sends it into a wall >"Fuck, another one?!" she yells angrily >The actual Anon finally reveals himself, smiling smugly as he approaches the two >"Sorry, girls. Looks like I'm straight as an arrow. But you two get awfully into one another when I'm involved..." >Anon produces two cupcakes and pushes them onto U-U's visors >"Happy pride month. Though is it really bisexual when you're the same person?" >As he considers the question, the twin drones pull the cakes off their visors, licking their own faces clean and chucking the cupcakes into their mouths (wrapper included) >They stare at Anon, smiles wiped clean, then at each other >"Edge him until he cries?" >"Yes." >And they did.
Got enough energy to do a whole spree of sloppy slop drawings spree, but somehow not enough to write a single greentext about fruity droneboy. >[INTERNAL SCREAMING]
>>362663 How can you judge the movie if your entire frame of reference comes from feminist twitter discourse? That’s like assuming Murder Drones is a WWII metaphor because you’ve only seen the Matpat video
>>362664 >How can you judge the movie if your entire frame of reference comes from feminist twitter discourse? When someone shows you who they are, believe them.
>>362668 >Akita will never say some cute yet embarrassing thing like this to you >You'll never scoop her up and hug her close while she clings to you >She'll never catch a glance of herself in the mirror as you hold her and think that, if you can love her like this, maybe she can love herself too
>Be Jack >Solver War has finally ended >Copper 9's winds have finally lulled, and for once, humans, Worker Drones, and Disassembly Drones, all live. . . relatively peacefully >To reward your years of service in the war, the New C-9 Coalition has given you a new job! >Job is to be the live-in watcher to a Disassembly Drone integrating into New C-9's society >Some Disassembly Drones still have the occasional murderous glitch in their system as a 'scar' from when the Solver first infected them, so it is your duty to subdue your assigned Disassembly Drone if that scar 'opens' >First day meeting them and you are practically pulled into the room and told by your assigned DD to clean up the mess they've already made in under a day >Refuse >They refuse >Question if the guaranteed job post-war for a talentless veteran is really worth the trouble of a Disassembler >They hear you and clarify her name is Designation S >The argument about who is going to be cleaning messes from now on stretches into the night
Anon, what would you choose: >Hyperactive young drone who doesn't know what to do and acts solely on emotions and desires? >Or a mature, middle-aged drone who knows what to do, who has a wealth of personal experience and restraint in the desires and capabilities?
>>362683 >Week passes >Cashing in your first paycheck to "Jack □□□□□□" since the war ended put you in a better mood after all the discussions about your and S's responsibilities around the living block >Having some personal spending money makes even the occasional dirty looks from older Workers that have not yet forgotten humanity's cruelty worth it >After some hassle at an electronics store with the owner, finally make it home with a radio >Try to turn it on and tune into one of the old stations you used to listen to to stay awake during nighttime watches >Thing's busted, your money wasted. Today's entertainment will at most be whatever escapade S creates >After S comes home an hour before sunrise, you don't even greet them courteously as you usually would >"What, not even a 'hi', or one of those disgruntled groans you usually give me?" >You turn around towards her and ask: "Did you get everything on the list that I said you'd need to while out?" >Silence. Oddly enough, guilty silence from the tall, long-haired Disassembly Drone who you expected a far less passive expression from >"Not a single thing, huh?" >"Well I-" she stammers. "That list was *your* idea, and I didn't even want to be the one to cross out that stupid shopping list of yours!" >"You think I want to do all the errands around here as well as the shopping? Don't, actually. I know that that's what you want me to do. It's my 'job'." >"Damn right it is!" S says with a faux confidence. >You were silent. Not out of sass or built up fury, but feeling the heavy weight you'd carried since you first disgraced yourself all those years ago. It was exhausting knowing what you had done, and what you continued to do to make it 'better' >"Fine then. Tally that on my to-do list too," you say with that same disgruntled groan that S had come to poke fun at you for. "I get hungry, you know. Just like you do." >You leave to sleep for the day, lacking the energy to do much else while S does whatever she does around the block.
>>362687 A match made in hell truly. Both Jack and S have had lives that make them impossible to integrate normally into society, yet somehow tolerate one another at the same time.
>>350876 >Be Uzi >Currently playing a board game with Emily, Zen and Beau “Guys what do I do again?” “What do you mean? Bro we explained the rules to you 5 minutes ago” “Sorry! This game is just very complex… can’t we play circutland again?” >”Circutland is for babies! And how is Colonists of Saturn-3 complex?” “There is a lot of rules!” >Zen begins explaining the rules to Beau again >”I’m not sure we’ll be able to play Drones and Dormitories this weekend Emily, Beau’s not really good with rules more complex than rolling dice and moving a piece” “Oh come on Uzi, have a little faith in him, he already made a character!” >”Alright, fine… we’ll probably have to fight some lame as hell enemies so that Beau can have babymode on” “You know everybody is supposed to have fun while playing right?” >”I know… sorry” “It’s fine, I’m sure Ravenia Darkwolf, Zonia Flameshot and Bob will have a great adventure” >You smirk and listen to Emily babble on about some tidbits about the game >She is really enthusiastic about it >You’re kinda stoked to play as well >Though you may have gone a teensy bit overboard with your character’s name >You wrap up playing the board game >Ms Alice and Ms Elijah have come to pickup Emily and Zen >You walk with them to the front door to say goodbye >Alice speaks to Emily nervously “Hiya Emily, are you feeling alright? Did you get any error warnings today? Anything about peripherals?” “No Miss Alice, I’m feeling ok” “That’s good to hear, it’s my first time working with a patient that… has your condition” >Everyone looks at the disassembler >Emily begins to hold her arm and look at the floor in shame >Yours and Ms Elijah’s screens meet >You join Emily in shame >It is at least a bit your fault she’s in her current state >She did agree to it >But it was all your idea in the first place >Still Alice did one hell of a job to let her live in the bunker >She removed Emily’s tail and wings and put limiters on her limbs >This made her new body oil efficient >She still needs a bottle every now and then but she can go a few days without >You say goodbye to your friends >Mom popped out of her workshop to do the same “Hiya Nori! Good to see ya! How’s the cane holding up?” “W-well! Nice to see you two a-aswell” >Ms Elijah and Emily stepped through the doorway and begun waving “Say hi to Khan from us!” “Will do” >Your visitors leave and you’re left alone with your mom in the living room >You try to make some small talk but she shuts it down “Uzi, you’re grounded g-go to your room” >”But” “Now!” >Geez since when is she so strict? >You’d expect this sort of treatment from dad >With your head still hung in shame you go to your room >As you place your hand on the control panel of your door to close it mom sounds off again “A-and don’t even think about slamming the door young lady” >”I wasn’t going to!” >Mom gives you a wry look >You shoot her a wounded glare and lower the closing speed of the door down from 200% >”Not like I wanted to slam the dumb door anyway” >The door closes and you sulk for a while after being denied the opportunity to vent some of your angst and frustration >You sit down at your desk >You wanted to play some video games to pass the time >But that’s not happening >Your PC got taken away >They are treating you like a kid! >You lay down on your bed and grab one of the scattered mangas >You think about what happened to you after you returned to the outpost >Dad berated you for at least 4 hours >Then you got grounded >Then you went back home >Then mom berated you >Then you got grounded again >And then mom and dad berated you >And you got grounded one more time >Really what’s with all this grounding business! All your circuits are complete! >Besides it’s been a week already! >Couldn’t they ease off at least a little? >And you brought a human slave with you! >You should be hailed as a hero! >Or at least banished or something, sounds cooler than being grounded >Zen and Emily aren’t doing that much better themselves >Despite your dad establishing that “Uzi, everything is 100% your fault, do you really care so little for everything me and mom told you!?” without you being able to defend yourself they still got hit with a few sanctions >First all three of you got a suite of fancy new trackers inside you because “You turned your friend into a monster! A people eating, oil drinking, chassis ripping monster! And that poor Zen! You made her help!” >And all three of you need to be with a guardian whenever not at home or at school, because “I cannot trust you, that you would do something so…” >You kinda stopped listening around this part so you don’t recall dad’s reasoning but you’re sure it was bad and unfair! >You’re not going to take this a second longer! >When dad comes back from work you’re going to give him a piece of your processor! >Oh that might just be him opening the front door!
>>362693 >You storm out of your room and get ready for a lively argument with your dad >He looks at you, his screen weary “Uzi, I don’t have time for whatever you want, I’m tired” >He… really doesn’t look like he’s in the best of moods >Maybe an approach so direct is not the best choice >”I just wanted to say hi” “Really…. Uh… I…” >”Rough day at work?” >He puts his fingers to his screen “We had block off most of our tunnels in case of a breach and now we’re checking them for intruders, because someone had to sneak off into a certain warehouse” >”Sorry I…” “AND due to the tunnels being closed off the outpost 4 delegation is still here” >You don’t respond and let dad continue to vent “Before Hakim pestered me to kidnap a human, now that we have a human he pesterer me to use him as leverage to extort the humans attacking us” >”And isn’t he right? We could gain an advantage! And would you prefer to not have a hostage!?” >Ah crap, here goes your attempt at buttering him up >Dad scowls ”I would prefer if my daughter didn’t engage in suicidal risks!” >”Somebody has got to take risks around here!” “Have you once asked yourself if those risks are worth it? It’s a miracle none of you got hurt!” >You begin to respond but you’re cut off “Actually wait! One of your friends is a MURDER DRONE NOW!” >Oh… now he’s riled up >Before your dad tears you a new one mom enters the room “Khan, h-honey leave her be” >Dad takes a deep breath and gets ready to continue berating you “The longer you yell at our daughter the longer we’re not making out” >Dad turns to mom with an expression of pleasant surprise “Well… I guess I got my point across” >They begin walking to their bedroom >Mom’s your savior >Though one could argue your situation actually became worse >You’re going to hear that make out session through the walls >And you won’t be able to just put on a pair of headphones and drown it out with music >Your headphones got confiscated >And you have parental controls on your phone now so you can’t listen to your angsty music >You can only listen to the angsty music your mom finds appropriate >And openings to the old anime she likes >Well this didn’t go as planned >But maybe you could…. >Ah to hell with it might as well shoot your shot >”Hey, by the way, I’m not going to be grounded for much longer right?” >Dad turns on his heel and gives you a wide smile “Hahaha! No” >They disappear into their bedroom >You sigh in defeat and return to your room >Soon you begin covering your head with a pillow the muffle the sounds of excess hitting your audio receptors >The next day you’re woken up by Emily shaking your shoulders >She’s here with her mother >Since you need to be under constant surveillance someone needs to accompany you three to school >Miss Elijah volunteered for that role >You grab your new backpack and leave the house >Outside you meet your other more permanent companion for the day >Well more like Emily’s companion >The very friendly heavily armed WDF guard >His orders are to never leave Emily out of sight whenever she’s in public >And that includes school >His other orders include terminating Emily in case she begins “acting up” >It’s ridiculous >Just because she’s in the body of one doesn’t mean she’s a monster! >Really, everybody in the bunker is so quick to demonize her! >So what if she broke a few things and almost stabbed someone with her stinger >She had limiters now and her tail is disconnected >Besides, she didn’t mean to do those things >Next you go pickup Zen and Beau >With everyone gathered you head for the school >On your way there you can see the way people are looking at you >Well… mostly Emily, but you and Zen also earned yourself a bit of a reputation >Fearful panicked glances >Gasping as if they just saw a demon >Once you wished people would fear you instead of making fun of you >Now you’re not sure if it’s better >You reach the school >Miss Elijah hugs Emily goodbye >The guard follows you inside >He doesn’t enter classes with you, though he’s on high alert and ready to burst in >The teachers where frightened of Emily at first most of them still are at least a little bit >Except your homeroom teacher >He relapsed into his apathetic demeanor rather quickly >Your classmates though >Well, let’s just say you’re not getting picked on anymore >Everybody does everything in their power to get out of your way >In class they moved their desks to give you distance >And whenever Emily tries speaking with somebody that isn’t you, Zen or Beau they conveniently have something important to do >Speaking of you Beau >You expected him to have a stronger reaction to seeing Emily >But he didn’t >He acts as if it was the same Emily as before >Strange considering what happened to him and his dad >But it’s good he’s not afraid of her >Emily has been feeling pretty isolated lately she needs all of you >But you must admit one thing grinds your gears >Everybody considers Beau and Zen to be the bravest drones ever for hanging out with Emily >But you are treated almost as if you were a murder drone yourself!
>>362694 >Whatever they can all bite you >One of your classes ends and you decide to stay at your desks to not cause a stampede of escaping drones >As everybody leaves the class you notice Doll is hanging back >She’s looking in your direction with a distressed expression >It’s like she wants to do something but is too afraid to do so >After she takes a few deep breaths and walks toward you with a confident strut >With each step her confidence fades a bit >By the time she’s near you she’s taking small shaky steps “Э-Эй, ребята…”(H-hey guys…) >What is she playing at? >And what does she want? “Ну, ты пропустил вечеринку Тэда и…”(Well you missed Thad’s party and…) >Is she really going to make fun of you for not going to a party? “Я слышал, что ты собирался поиграть в эту игру на выходных, может, я мог бы присоединиться?”(I’ve overheard you were going to play a game this weekend, maybe I could join?) >Her tone is shaky and she’s trembling >”And why do you want to do that?” >She begins to stumble for words, her screen darting back and forth between Emily and you “Ну, я… я думаю, что Эмили несправедливо ко всем относится, поэтому я хотела…”(Well I… I think that Emily is getting unfair treatment from everyone so I wanted to uhm….) >Ah… so it’s pity, she wants to feel good about herself “Я тоже хотела пообщаться с вами, но вы не пришли на вечеринку на прошлой неделе, поэтому у меня не было возможности”(I also wanted to hang out with you guys and you didn’t come to that party last week so I didn’t get a chance) >Doll looks like a great weight just got lifted from her shoulders >Emily takes a step forward >Doll becomes tense again >She’s shaking violently and taking glances at the open door as if she was about to run >As Emily draws closer to her digital sweat rolls down Dolls screen as she uses every ounce of her willpower to stay put >Emily grabs Doll’s hands and smiles at her >Doll jumps in place “Ай!”(Eeek!) >She tries to regain some composure and assumes an apologetic posture >Emily pays this no mind and responds warmly “Sure you can play with us! Come we’ll make you a character!” >Emily begins leading Doll to her desk >Doll, stunned by the events that unfolded follows sheepishly >You release an audible groan >Emily and Doll look at you “Uzi? Is there a problem” “Узи, я обещаю, это не клещ”(Uzi, I promise this isn’t some tick) >You look at Doll >She is afraid of Emily no doubt about it >She wouldn’t go to these lengths just to play a prank on you would she? >”Ugh, alright fine! Doll can play with us!” >Doll smiles “Узи… спасибо”(Uzi… thank you) >You begin to blush for some reason >”Uh… bite me! And Emily is explaining the rules to you I already have Zen and Beau on my back” >Doll chuckles to herself >What’s so funny!? >You sit down at your desk and begin to pout as Emily and Doll go through character creation >The week goes by and time to play approaches >You agreed to play at Emily’s place >You went there along with Zen and Beau obviously accompanied by Alice >When you get there you find Doll who got here at the same time as you >And inside you find Emily >Wearing a cape and a pointy wizard hat >Wow, she’s really into it >But where did she get those? >You enter Emily’s room and get ready to play >Emily clears her audio output and begins
>>362695 “You four find yourselves in the oil bar of your local manufacturing hub when suddenly a panicked looking human enters through the front door” “We’re being attacked by giant ants!” >And so Ravenia Darkwolf the Warlock Robogoblin , Zonia Flameshot the Ranger Steel Golem, Bob the Warrior Automaton and Tatiana the Cleric Android begin their adventure by fighting ants >You wanted to complain at first >But Emily made a few variants so the enemies weren’t as lame as you thought >After the attack is repelled you learn that all of the humans from the manufacturing hub got kidnapped and need rescue >Sounds like a whole lot of not your problem, though luck for the fleshies >The harsh glances of her party and the promise of a hefty financial reward sway Ravenia’s mind >The game goes on “I try to track the beast by smell” “Your character doesn’t have a nose” “Oh right” >… “Guys how do I attack again?” “Roll the D20!” “The what?” “The biggest die!” >… “Uzi! Why did you stab that guy!?” >”That’s what my character would do!” >... “Я применяю заклинание «Усиление атаки» на группу”(I cast fortify attack on the party) >”Could we get some heals?” “Нет, вам нужно нанести больше урона.”(No you need to deal more damage) >”But…” “Бо, я наложу на тебя заклинание ускорения, бросься к боссу с пистолетом и выстрели в него в упор”(Beau I’m going to cast haste on you, run into the boss with your pistol and shoot him point blank) “Sure thing!” “But he has 1 HP!” “А я могу ли я пощадить умирающих?”(And I can cast spare the dying?) >The games goes on for a few more hours >You’re having a lot of fun >You can’t believe it, mostly because Doll is here >Maybe…. You… were a bit to harsh on her all those years >You were just kids back then >And you weren’t as innocent as you’d like to believe >Emily shakes you out of your thoughts as she wraps up the session “So, same time next week?” >”Sure” “Yup!” “Yeah!” “да!” (Yes)
>>362696 >>344352 >Be Tessa >Things are not going according to plan >Operation Technician Reclamation failed >Anon is still in the grasp of the rogue workers >And the drone strongholds are no closer to getting breached >But it’s not that bad! >You’ve got a lot of data about the JCJ cloaking technology >It works! >And it’s effective! >Even if the operator was… untrained for her mission she and the cloaking device performed admirably >Also you’ve got a plan to make the shareholders forget about the rogue drones until the end of this quarter >But first >Today is resupply day >And that means you’re getting more experimental toys >This time it’s for J >And you know well what you’re getting >Oh how you wish you could have been working on these projects instead of sitting on this planet >They are so cool! >You step away from your work table and reboot J >The gathered drones from your squad and squad D look in awe as J stands up >”Friends! I’m pleased to present the experimental MK6 Disassembly Drone Chassis” >The guys in the lab did good >You look at J >She towers above you >The slick hyper alloy double reinforced chassis reflects the light cast upon it >The MK2 stinger tail wags behind J >The blue decals and blue screen make her stand out amongst the other drones even more >You don’t remember why she’s blue, J told you something about corporate buzzwords associated with the colour but you don’t recall them >There were plans for some kind of bootloop device but it wasn’t deployed due to friendly fire concerns >J spins on her pegs a few time to let everybody get a better look at her >V and N ooh and ahh at her new appearance >U-U and SD-I are more reserved >D looks unimpressed >“But that’s not all” >You point to a machine covered with a tarp “Why does J get two upgrades?” >J gives SD-I a smug smile “Because I serve two roles, as squad leader and secretary” >”Don’t worry guys, I was able to get into Anon’s requisition manifest, you’ll start getting your upgrades next week” >You remove the tarp and reveal the machine with 5 drones connected to it >You gesture for J to begin >She opens her maintenance hatch >You grab a cable from the machine connect it to her core and turn it on >The machine boots up and displays a progress bar >[1/100%] >While it works you connect the new peripheral to J >A communications box with Antennae >U-U walk up to the machine and poke one of the drones “These guys are kinda stunty” >”These are the new General Reconnaissance Universal Networked Tactical Drones” >U-U look at you confused >”They guys with the marketing came up with the catchy acronym first” >They look even more confused now “But why are they so short? And fat” >”They are built to be compact and sturdy” >And sturdy they are, they can take as much punishment as the DDs and cost a fraction of what they do >They are also very reliable and easy to repair >The guys in marketing really wanted them disposable >You purged your marketing team after they suggested that >Drones are friends not disposable >That’s why they have to be easy to fix >And that’s why you absolutely have to produce all the replacement parts for all the drone models all the time >But back to the topic at hand >The Grunts are great! >They are very cheap to produce >They don’t get built in weapons systems but they are able to operate most provided weapons with proficiency >And they follow all given orders to the letter! >Though they don’t have much in terms of individual drive, or creative problem solving or thinking >Yeah ok, with how cheap you’re making them they don’t have much spare computing power and you’re not skipping out on the full personality matrix >But to solve the issue of the grunts being adorable goofs they have the networking part! >A team of grunts should be lead by a normal drone/disassembler/whatever custom model the customer has >And if they don’t have one then it’s an opportunity to sell them an extra drone >To help with teamwork the grunts are copies of their leader drone >This way they will always be of one mind on things >You end your mini presentation >V and N begin to clap >U-U are somehow even more confused >D did not pay attention >SD-I just nodded along >J gives you a thumbs up, you need to practice this spiel for when you show these to investors >Speaking of J, the machine is at 99% >You walk up to the grunt drones >You hear the beep confirming the process is done >J disconnects herself from the machine and stands beside you >You watch as the little drones boot for the first time >It’s hard to not get emotional >A single blue circle appears on each screen >They only get one optical input and displaying more than one dynamic eye on their screen would be to harsh on their hardware >But the single eye still looks cute >And they have some night/heat vision capabilities >But they tend to overheat if they use them too long >The grunts begin to stand up >Oh it’s so beautiful! You think you’re going to cry >The grunts form a line in front of you and salute “Baws! G.R.U.N.T Units ready for action!”
>>362699 >Ohh! It’s her first words! >She’s so eager! You’re sure there is a bright future ahead of her >J salutes them back >Oh look at how proud she is! >You cant contain yourself >You lunge with a hug at the little Js >Oh they’re just small enough for you to be able to barely hug them all at once >This is perfect >Maybe it’s not what you have at the mansion >But eight drones is eight drones >And you’ll bring these guys back with you >Maybe you could make them wear some cute military uniforms? >One of your techies has a drone that wears something of the sort >Shame they can’t wear wigs, but making the bulletproof helmet a part of the head makes them cheaper >But you’re getting ahead of yourself >Now for your plan to distract the investors >You begin to search for that map U-U got all those months ago you while J and the mini Js get dressed >You ordered a bigger suit + skirt combo for J and the new JCJ security uniforms in micro size for the grunts >”Alright everybody listen up” >Everyone forms up around the table you placed the map on >“There is a R&D laboratory of a rival corporation in the outskirts of the city, we’re going to do a little corporate espionage” >”The plan is simple, J and her unit of grunts infiltrate the compound alongside me while squad D secures our entry point” >N raises his hand “And me and V?” >”You guys hold the fort while I’m gone, I wouldn’t want you two getting damaged while I’m away” >They nod >U-U and SD-I give you thumbs up >You turn to D >She looks grumpy as all hell >”Hey… I know things haven’t went that well for you lately” >She shoots you a mean glance >“I know you’d much rather do something to get Anon back but this is important” >D gets begins to answer but you cut int >Two of the J grunts retrieved a crate from the supply shipment and brought it to you >“Here is a small present, I managed to secure a shipment of explosives, just for you” >The mini Js hand her the crate >D opens it and inspects the contents >A smile slowly creeps onto her face >“So what do you say? You’re in? There complex has a pretty heavy duty front door, I hoped someone could blow it up for me” >D thinks for a while and then looks at you “Alricht fine! But we’re back tae rescuin ma techie after this” >”Sure thing!” “And his name is Aron!” >With everybody on board you get ready to move, there is no time to waste >You move on foot >J’s new chassis is too heavy for wings and the grunts don’t have any movement systems >After about an hour of walking your feet begin to hurt >A great occasion for J to test her new motors by carrying you to the destination >D and her squad follow you by air >When you get to the lab D makes short work of the security door >J places you on the ground >“Alright everybody, be on high alert, the security systems here might still work” >The mini Js respond in a choir “Sure thing big baws!” >You take your your pistol and move in a formation >The grunts with their rifles in front >J behind them >And you just behind J >You enter what seems to be a lobby area >The PCs on the front desk are fried and the corridors leading deeper into the facility are blockaded with blast doors >From the plans you remember one of the doors is less heavily armored >The one leading to the power control room >J should be able to pry it open >And she does manage to do that >You walk through the empty corridors jumping at shadows >The mini J’s open fire on false positive targets a few times “Sorry big baws… this place is scary” >Maybe they need some better targeting parameters >You reach the control room >The operating panel still has juice left in it >You manage to switch the building to emergency power >Red lights illuminate the building >Great, the overrides on the doors should work now >You turn around a sentry turret emerges from a hole in the ceiling >Before it can do anything J whips out her new plasma gun and turns it into slag >The grunts ooh at the feat of marksmanship “Great shot baws!” >You congratulate J as well but try to get everyone’s heads straight >You must have turned the security system back on as well >Your fears are confirmed >You have to fight your way back to the lobby >The turrets were expecting enemies from the other side so the grunts have ample time to shoot them down though a few bullets fly your way >You reach the lobby >You’re interested in two corridors >One leads to the server room and another to a prototype holding area >You decide to get a crack at the server room first >You engage the manual override to open the door >As it slides open you’re immediately greeted by a torrent of fire from the sentry guns >You mange to push through, though the grunts did get hit a few times >They can take it their chassis are just a bit dented >Though there was another kind of turret there >A heavy turret, it had an autocannon >Good thing J took care of it >That one could mess up the grunts bad >You make it to the server room >There is a lot of data racks here >And you don’t have the time to go through them all
>>362700 >So instead you begin to dismantle them and put the data drives into backpacks the grunts are wearing >There has to be something good on at least some of them right? >You finish up in the server room and return to the lobby again >Right last blast door >The resistance is much heavier this time >You need to keep your head down >A few of the grunts get heavily damaged, J gets a few dents and marks as well >Still they can go on, but squad D will have to carry a few of them back so that you’re not slowed down >After another fire fight you reach the prototype holding cell >You disengage the door and enter inside >Here it is, some sort of weapon? >Looks like a rifle >You take a step forward to get a better look >Slick thing these Alterra folks really… >Another sentry gun pops up, this time from the ground >And it’s one of the heavy ones >It’s aimed directly at you >Fear flows through your body as it locks onto you >Time slows down >You begin to close your eyes as the turret fires >Oh this is gonna hurt >You see one of the mini J’s rush towards you >She manages to throw herself in front of you >The turret fires and the grunt takes the shot for you >J shoots the turret with her plasma gun >You find yourself on the floor the force with which the grunt was hit knocked you down >Time moves normally again >You scramble to get up >You kneel besides the ruined body of the grunt that saved your life >She’s offlined >No, no, no, no >Please, please, no >Please, let the core be in tact, please let the core be in tact >You inspect the hole in the chassis of the drone >You plunge your hands into the opening and dig through the destroyed parts >You sigh in relief as you find the core >Oh it’s intact! >Thank god it’s intact! >You kiss the core and being to caress the head of the offlined drone >She did well, and she will live >You take the drone into your arms and begin carrying it >J grabs the prototype and the mini Js secure an exit path >Extra defenses activated after you grabbed the prototype >You have to fight your way out >There is another casualty >A headshot from a normal turret, the core is intact >You carry her out as well >Your back hurts, your feet tremble and you’re covered in fear sweat >But you’re out and the mission is complete >Squad D grabs the two Destroyed In Action drones and the two more damaged ones >The remaining one gets piggy backs from J “That was one hell of an acquisition boss wasn’t it?” >”Yeah” >J takes you aside “Please be more careful next time” >You look at the two disabled drones >“I… I will J I promise” “Not what I mean” >She points at you >You inspect the body armor you’re wearing >You caught a few bullets yourself >The plates stopped them but now that you don’t have adrenaline in your system you can feel how much your body hurts >You’re going to be covered in bruises and you’re sure you have a cracked rib >There is also a crack in the visor of your helmet >Good thing it’s bulletproof >You return to the lander >The way back was uneventful, thankfully >You begin to fix up the grunts while J looks through the data you stole >You get the two drones who got badly damaged back online >You cry like a baby when their screens light back up >They get a lot of kisses and hugs >So do the reaming three grunts >And J >And SD-I >And U-U >D didn’t want your affection >And N >And V >After you finish up with the mini J’s and get ready to work on J proper your irreplaceable secretary manages to find out what the prototype you nicked really is “The stasis rifle uses patented technology to slow time around an area to as near to a full stop as the laws of physics will permit, essentially anchoring everything inside in place without affecting its internal workings” >”How does that even work?” “No clue boss” >You need to get this data to the lab asap, the investors are going to love this
And done hope you liked it, regrettably I'm going to be a lot less active against my will for a prolonged period of time now because of exams for classes that are 90% filler bullshit
>>362690 >Surprisingly, you're able to sleep. Sleep *very* well despite the knowledge that you've effectively become the full-time caretaker for a bratty Disassembly Drone still weighing heavily on your mind. >Though your first few days had you waking up while the sun was still jutting its starry ass over Copper-9's meridian, bathing the planet in light, you'd started waking up at the 'proper' time a few days ago. Coming out at the actual dead of night wasn't preferable. Not when the moons weren't fully out yet. >Tonight was like those last few. You opened your eyes, tossed and turned for a little bit, then finally threw your blanket off you once you realized that this was as good a time as any to get stuff done. >Your stomach was grumbling. S had forgotten, or perhaps intentionally avoided the general store. You got the best deals there for human food (post-war canned foods that'd gone unused usually), but, that store was also where you both had been told to get any oil or other forms of sustenance for S if necessary. >So why hadn't she at least returned with a bag brimming with Worker-grade oil to chow on while you were left starving? S hated you. You were sure of it. Why not metaphorically punt your ass by leaving you hungry? >The sound of something shifting above the ceiling drew your mind away from that train of thought. >S had taken residence in the attic and let you have all the ground floor bedrooms to yourself. Not out of kindness obviously, but because her instincts drove her to seek out dark, isolated places to sleep that wouldn't let sunlight in once day broke. >Naturally, you folded out the attic latter, went up there, yet, strangely enough, found nothing. Nothing save for the attic's front panel where there'd once been a window open. >Copper 9's wintry air had already drafted through the attic. It'd take at least thirty minutes of running the heater to drive out the cold. You just knew S had done this, like she'd inconvenienced you every other hour of every other day of the week. >For how much that pissed you off, the thought that you deserved it crossed your mind. After all, how much was a Worker's life worth? How many who you'd killed did you still remember---the barest merciful alternative to leaving them to be unremembered in oblivion. "Damn it, S. . .!" You muttered. >You poked your head out of the open panel. The moon's light shined down on your head, starlight dotting the roof to your block house. It was strangely beautiful, really. >In a few generations, you wouldn't be surprised if Copper 9's bloody history was forgotten and a stargazing resort was built over the graves of all the men---good and bad---and drones---human or Solver worshipping---that'd been lost to oblivion too. >A new sound filled your perception and broke the tranquil moment. >A sniffle. Poorly concealed, and with a feminine tone beneath it. You climbed out fully from the attic and quickly balanced yourself on the roof before turning around to survey where the Disassembler must have been. "S?" >That was the first time her designation had left your mouth without annoyance or anger surrounding it. >Even so, no reply came but another sniffle. >You walked on the roof in your wool sleeping shoes, gingerly stepping around the attic's wall before climbing up. Only then did you see *her*. >She was the smallest you'd ever seen her. Quietest. And, most disturbingly, the saddest. Never had you seen an S like this, and for all the times you'd wished to get back at her, seeing S in her current state made you realize that maybe it was good you'd never had an opportunity to upset her. "What're you doing up here, S? It's. . . I didn't check the clock, but it's late night." >Only silence. The Disassembler paused, then finally met not your gaze, but your body with her display eyes. "The. . . moon's out now. That means your curfew's over; you're free to do whatever you want in the city now." >S shook her head. "I knew. . ." She muttered, display eyes unable to maintain one singular form with how upset she was.
But I wouldn't be surprised if Tessa completely fails even with the sentinel drone J. She needs to start listening to people who act on logic, not emotion.
>Doll kept her parents' bodies at the dinner table >Lizzy takes Doll's body to school during the day then drops it off at that same dinner table >if you look closely you can see the hand of a dead body in Khan's closet full of Nori's drawings I'm starting to think keeping a corpse around is a normal part of drone grieving.
>>362752 Drones don't have the same instinct to fear dead bodies as humans, as evidenced by Uzi's seemingly unfazed use of someone else's hand as a bat. And overall, the entire show makes it clear that drones aren't particularly afraid of corpses.
>>362756 >be me, proud Indonesian >see an Estonian (a beet and onion slop eating ugly Hungarian macaque whose people polished the cocks of Germans' horses for a thousand years before being elevated to sapience by the Soviet Union) >mfw
This is sort of a question but it has spoils for backrooms Knowing that the place can make distorted versions of people that are inside of memory of a visitor, how could this take form into. Example, how Uzi would perceive N inside of the rooms and vice-versa with N, or other characters. Places and rooms. Seems like the type of thing the solver would do to mentally torture a host
Quite enjoyed the concept, even if the movie scratched my scotophobia. (With the Christmas tree scene and the long corridors) One final question is. Do drone memories degrade over time? Because we do know that Uzi tends to delete memories of her birthday to the point she doesn't remember when she is supposed to celebrate it
>>362754 Yeah they still seem to have a fairly shaky concept of mortality compared at least to your average human. Or perhaps like some humans their living situation has caused them to develop a low cultural value for life and the death of individuals simply isn't taken too seriously.
I just learned that Jhon Blanche died a week ago. I stole a spark of creativity from him; he's the reason I got back into drawing and mostly overcame my hatred for artists and art. I'm sorry. I know we care about 40k here I just wanted to vent a little.
>>362763 >compared at least to your average human The average 21st century human. The average 31st century human seems to be every bit as weird and autistic as the tiny robots.
>>362761 Well, seeing as how you'd have to completely ignore their characters and background info for that scenario to happen, you could really make up anything you imagine.
>>362766 (me) >>362763 Oh my God it just hit me: MD is in a timeline where the spergs with superiority complexes and unwarranted self-importance were right and autism is the future of human evolution. That's why 31st century humans are so weird, and that's why the robots they designed in their image are so weird.
>>362778 Yeah I did see that and it makes my point, none of it has to do with the original characterization of Huntress. Basically, it borrowed her name and a picture of her pre-deployment and wrote a different character.
>>362781 What was her original character? What greens does she have? I know her and hound can't function without one another but I want to see her as a character in a green.
>>362782 There's only one original and it has her and Hound deployed to either Copper 9 or a similarly barren planet hunting DDs. They get deployed by a small pod similar to a DD pod that rides a giant FTL motor. Teams like theirs are deployed where solver infections are expected but not confirmed and they aren't given any method to return.
Why are you Lying Anon? >>362756(me) Since female peacocks don't have the large decorative tail, I decided not to draw one. Besides, it's way too complex for me to draw right anyway. >>362776 When I watch someone draws better than me in less time, without using any guides, a part of me dies inside. >>362777 >Masochist as an Artist >Sadistic as a Writer.
>>362796 If Techannon is a girl, If techanon remains ungenderbent she is fiercely heterosexual Just like normal Pavo would become heterosexual if Techanon got rule 63'd
Both Pavo and femPavo are bisexual heavily leaning toward homosexual but willing to make an exception for The One™ (Techanon) should they happen to be the opposite gender
>>362800 >2 Pav one Anon Condition gained : Deflated Ballsack Condition gained : Cracked Pelvis Condition gained : Extreme Exhaustion Condition gained : Mind Broken (Due to Sex) You are now addicted to Peacock ass
>Having kids with Molly. >The big day finally arrives. >The doctor delivers the first child easily enough. >Then the second. >And third. >Fourth. >This goes on and on for some time. >And there's no signs it's going to stop.
>>362804 It's the : Girl does something embarrassing for someone she likes face and it's very cute and is very in character for J who would totally go >Nah I'd drain his balls Only to then crash and burn and end up crying into your shoulder for an hour
>>362752 >>362755 >Emily's parents and Rebecca's foster parents both put their daughter's remains in her old bedroom >posed her like she's napping >positioned her as best as they could to make their little girl look like she's in one piece >after some time just processing everything, the two skhosts went back home >they went to their bedrooms to look at what they knew would be in there >just digest the sight until looking at their own corpses stopped being shocking or uncomfortable
>>362755 A corpse is a corpse, and ashes is ashes. Both things can be kept for the same purpose, but a corpse will evoke horror only because it's a corpse, while ashes is dust.
>>362816 It's culturally equivalent to keeping the ashes, just like immoral makeout sessions (whatever distinguishes those from regular makeout sessions) is culturally equivalent to non-reproductive purposes sex.
>>362823 >"Grandma," lil' Mac asked, his (a couple hours) older sister peeking out from behind him, "why do you get so angry at us talking to Aun- to V?"
>>362827 Only thing that would have made it better is Doll's friend Lizzy and her brother Thad being there too.
>All the winter gear is kinda pointless but they have to put it on anyway because that's what humans would do. >Just look at 'em, toddling around in the snow and volcanic ash, gawking at all the skeletons, making snow-and-volcanic ash angels next to the remains of a family of five. >The four briefly consider the smaller skeletons, of kids who Uzi figures were around their age. Maybe they coulda been friends with them? >Then Lizzy sees something more interesting and they all dash off. >Meanwhile, from a crumbling building she was forced to take shelter in by the arrival of day being too soon for her to get back to the corpse spire in time, J watches the little barely sentient toasters below with envious eyes-envious and despairing. >She remembers her first days with Tessa, when Tessa wasn't that much older than those four are now. They'd draw, they'd play games, the first time Tessa woke her up in the middle of the night to go grave robbing was because she wanted J to have hair so she could braid it the way J did with her hair, J would console Tessa whenever her parents yelled at her or insulted her or struck her... they'd discuss their plans for the future... >J pushes the thoughts from her head and retires from the window. She crawls into the mound of stuffed animals she had gathered over the years and and stashed here and falls asleep.
>>362830 Had this thought of one way for Empress Uzi to start being... well, the start of it in this take on the Empress Uzi concept is Uzi horking up Doll in a fresh core (against Doll's will at the time) at her funeral so she can ask her why the fuck Lizzy hates Rachel so much, but after that I can see Uzi realizing she can hand permission to use her infinitely long new body's hologram projectors over to the non-AS infectees in her mind palace who she can't respawn directly, allowing them to return to the world of the living by projecting hard light holograms of themselves. Uzi declaring herself God-Empress isn't just a chuuni coping mechanism, there's legit grounds to it. She can revive the dead. She comes to appreciate Rebecca now, the ho keeps her grounded. >mppr. the Anon in the original Empress Uzi screencap who wrote Uzi losing her nerve at humans seeing what she is now and needing N to hold her for comfort as the meeting is going on
>>362833 Made a fooni joke post with that name once on my phone and now the phone saves it for every time I want to make a new post so I have to delete it every time.
>one of the first attempts at "curing" those mutated by the Solver was by extracting the brain, eyes and spine from salvageable subjects >These extracted organs were put in tanks and hooked up to computers and TTS to determine if they retained any cognition >Each and every one was put out of their misery after they all kept repeating "kill me"
>>362844 Other known Pavo locations: >Pavo Salon (look at his hair, he knows what he's doing) >Pavo Mine (full of hot, sweaty men who aren't afraid to get their hands dirty) >Pavo, GA [featuring Pavo Hardware & Feed (Formerly Chuck's)] >Pavo Real Spray Park (oh god, is that what they're doing with it all?)
>>362847 >care center for semisalvageable subjects (concept art) God, was the TADC finale a shitshow. Goose is a hackfraud and a coomer. At least Jax getting mindbroken and damned to Petplay Hell, his conscious mind dwelling on his every regret for the rest of his days as a prisoner of his own body, is so horrible and disproportionate to what he's done it's funny.
>>362853 >>care center for semisalvageable subjects >You wouldn't BELIEVE how much painkillers we have to pump into these tanks >Those poor fucks are drugged out of their poor little minds >If we stop the whole "kill me kill me kill me" thing starts up again and it'll make the solsap visitors sad
I have to confess something: Strawberry was never supposed to have any lore. She was originally meant to be a simple, silly blank-slate character for people in the threads to draw or write about. Then someone asked, so I pull something out of my ass. After that, someone else expanded on it through a greentext, then the rest is history.
>>362850 >Pavo receives huge government payments, but that's not his primary source of income >His main source is advertising contracts >A ton of companies are simply eager to cash in on Pavo's goodwill, expecting people to flock to any place with "Pavo" in its name >But for some reason, the main clients not become humans, but disassembly drones... >Anyway, it still serves its purpose
>>362857 I'd say it's fucked up to keep someone alive who wants to kill themselves, but using them as exhibits in some zoo is doubly fucked up, especially because I can even imagine that such a thing could actually happen.
>>362876 It’s a made-up term where i studied economics: Boycotting a store you’ve never actually bought from changes nothing, because there’s no real impact in withdrawing support you never gave in the first place.
The OC exists in a kind of “low engagement loop,” where people avoid interacting with it because they assume their contribution won’t matter or their own reasons. Ironically, that lack of engagement is exactly what makes the interaction end up not mattering.
>>362853 >disproportionate he doomed a girl who only wanted to be friends to the same fate, which had the knock on effect of sending their mutual friend spiralling into madness and eventually also meeting that same fate, then continued to abuse everyone around him for literal years when he knew very well that it could also cause them to meet the same fate. fuck Jax, he got what he deserved.
>>362882 He only doomed her if we assume that Kaufmo and Ragatha sat around with their thumbs up their asses so that the story Goose wanted could happen. Admittedly, that's a recurring problem with TADC, the story unfolding the way Goose wants hinging on all the "humans" except Pomni and Jax being so inert as to be devoid of agency. Kaufmo was on Caine for the fake exit, which I'm alarmed we're so quick to memoryhole when the whole first episode is about that thing. And no one deserves Petplay Hell, no matter how funny Petplay Hell is (pic related).
>>362884 that's absolutely a consistent problem with goose's writing, though I'd posit that Ragatha and Kaufmo only had a the sense that something was off with Ribbit and couldn't get her to open up about it. in any case it's inarguable fact that Ribbit abstracting was a direct result of Jax's actions and Kaufmo was in a better state of mind before she abstracted. they might not have survived to the pilot even without Jax there, but they'd have had a chance. their blood is on his hands.
>>362840 >>362841 Great stuff, got me inspired to draw and write some stuff. Im planning for the drone to be a worker though, and I haven't decided on whether it should be J or N.
Don't try to contrive justifications for the events Goose wrote, don't hide your sadistic pleasure behind some figleaf of morality. Just own it. Just own loving Jax's fate because it's a yabbapost that's happening in canon. Like me.
>>362890 There may be some articles of clothing but I'm imagining a more clearcut consensual situation that doesn't involve any clothes tearing. Other thing I'm thinking is if I should write from Tessas pov or N/Js pov.
>>362899 Emphatically no: Uzi tried pic-related on her the second she saw her spawn to no success. Then again. Then several more times(albiet on reflex instead of an intentional attempted murder these times). If Keet weren't immune, she'd be a "solved problem" at birth. Probably one instantly forgotten about like the rest of her kills...
Remember to search for military gear disposal grounds in your area, that stuff is free to take and they get rid of functional equipment, I have well over 300 grunts 5 sentinels and five space ship reactors to charge them in my compound and all of that was FREE! But do prioritize searching for auto docs and pelvis reinforcement implants, especially if you get more than 2 drones
>>362915 Akita appeared after the final episode, meaning after the end of the Solver War, so it's difficult to fit her into this setting. But she could be inserted into the post-war world. Imagining that: having finally matured and determined to find her place on distant stars, Akita Dorman, along with J and Alpha, journeys to a universe still recovering from the most brutal and horrific war in galactic history and explore a universe where humans and drones try to coexist.
>MFW I'm finally able to afford a drone girlfriend and right before we begin to clang a (Fleshie) police officer bursts into my house to inform me drone fucking was outlawed to "Save the human race" or whatever
>>362940 >Fem Pavo bootloop works on human men >It also works on some human and DD females >Doesn't work on Male DDs at all What did the solver mean by this?