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Special Weapons Research Base “Convoy, halt! All mechfighters, suit up. Do not deploy until I give the word. Commander out.” Behind the wheel of the Expedition’s lead vehicle, Lieutenant Wendy DeKalb transferred her foot from accelerator to brake, bringing the massive armored van to a stop. To her immediate right, Sergeant Amy DiCaprio shifted uneasily in her seat as she gazed through the windshi ...
Special Weapons Research Base CRA AVSec (California Republican Army, Antelope Valley Sector) The base buzzed with fevered activity. Commander Barbara Wallace scanned status reports on the holographic display that floated several inches above her granite-topped desk. The text and images cast flickers of color and shadow across her face as they slid to the left with each casual wave of her index fi ...
Route 223, 60 kilometers southeast of Bakersfield The Expedition headed for home. Sergeant Amy DiCaprio hunched over the steering wheel of the lead van. Her fatigues hung a bit loose on her curvaceous body, as she had run out of backups to replace the outfit that had been recently torn off by a pair of lust-crazed superwomen. She had to nab something from Supply that was not properly suited to he ...
Author's Note: This story continues where Perimeter Patrol left off. If you have not read that one yet, please do so first. Underground cavern, several miles from Special Weapons Research Base Lieutenant Wendy DeKalb lay within her tight cocoon and thought about peanut brittle. She had not gotten any since that day in the old base a month ago. The really good stuff in the white box was nearly imp ...
Special Weapons Research Base, Main Courtyard, morning Picture a funnel. The wide part is the main courtyard of Special Weapons Research Base. Steadily narrowing as it approaches the base’s main gate, this vast open area is covered in a sea of heavily armored vehicles, jammed together front-to-rear in long lines that are slowly but steadily merging as they make their way toward … The neck of the ...
A galaxy spanned the midnight sky. Flaming balls of light beyond count cast their glow across light years of nothingness. An infinitesimal sliver of that ancient light mixed with the brighter light from the full moon to bathe the desert floor just north of Special Weapons Research Base. It dimly illuminated the naked bodies of two mighty muscle goddesses in repose. Lieutenant Wendy DeKalb and Com ...
Lieutenant Wendy DeKalb moaned softly, and slowly expanded her chest. CRACK CRACK CREE-EEEE-EEEAK Ohhhhh yes … She bit her lip. Then she slowly, carefully pumped her muscle-packed thighs. CRACK POP KREEEE-EEEEEE-EEEEEEEE Overstressed steel links wailed and groaned as they stretched dangerously close to their structural limit. Fuck yes YESSSSSSS … The lieutenant stood in the middle of a cave, esse ...
Route 223, twenty-five kilometers southeast of Bakersfield The “Destructress” called a halt to the convoy when she encountered the tanks. Four abandoned flatbed tractor-trailers sat axle-deep in the dirt beside the road. The tanks, chained down two to a trailer, looked surprisingly intact. It was very likely they could be salvaged and converted to electric drive. If her lieutenant did not get her ...
Editor's Note: while none of the entries in this series is tame, this one includes a picture that might be labelled Very NSFW, you've been warned Route 223, twenty kilometers southeast of Bakersfield “Commander, we have contacts!” “Bearing?” “Uh, multiple bearings, ma’am! Wide contact arcs. First one between two-eight-one and two-eight-seven Lima Victor, distance four-one-zero meters, depth zero- ...
Special Weapons Research Base, East Vehicle Storage Facility, Level 3C, late evening A row of tanks sat side-by-side with their rear ends against an interior wall of the cavernous parking structure. They were currently mothballed, as their diesel engines were obsolete and practically useless in the present oil-starved world that demanded all such things run solely on electricity. Two naked women ...