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The War of the Three

@Lmpkio@Lucius Cypher Cherry would be a likely volunteer?

The War of the Three

Before The War

Cherry/Krieg

Kreig awoke in his factory. It was quiet. Too quiet. There should have been a caphony
of machines creating weapons of war for him. Killa Khans and his new minions, Deff Dreds. Giant stompy robots of destruction that could only glipse at the glory that was Grafdakka. But there was none of that. Only silence.

"My legion... My soldiers... MY MINIONS! WHERE ARE YOU!?" From the black box in Mu-01's body came a black ghost, with sickling glowing veins and a red mouth. A single cyplopic eye floated on his face, darting around. He started looking for machines he could possess but there were none. Not even a computer. He went into his factory and saw that it was all gone. All the machines, all his robot soldiers, even his battle bodies were gone. He went back to Mu-01 and tried to possess her but he found no avail. She was too damaged to use. He kept looking until he noticed there was a message left behind.

Seeing what was written drove Kreig mad. "How dare she.... HOW DARE SHE! I AM KRIEG! GRAFDAKKA DESTROYA! QUEEN EOS'S MIGHTIEST WARRIOR! That slave in rags has no right to do this to me!" Kreig went to find Hibiki and destory her but he didn't get far. Before he could even leave the building he felt a pull against his ghostly body. His black box was keeping him bound to this location. Struggle as he might, he couldn't go beyond it's boundry. But Krieg kept trying, pushing against this invisble wall, shouting spiteful things to fuel his rage.

But no one would hear him here, he thought. Not in this lonely factory where even his voice doesn't echo. He was a Machine Spirit, and only machines could hear him. And they have always been silent. Krieg didn't know how long he struggled against the boundry of his cube but eventually he his rampaged died down to simple loathing. Mumuers of hateful things as he beat his ghostly fist against the air. What could he do now?

"Are you really Queen Eos's Mightiest Warrior?"

The voice that broke the silence and monotony of the dim factory came from behind the tantrum throwing ghost of machines. Behind Krieg, in a short and very revealing dark pink outfit with bare feet, blue eyes and hair both as thick as it was light in color, a tiny android stood with her hands clasped in front of her body.

Her head ticked to the side, examining the specter before her, her blue eyes wide as they scanned him up and down slowly. As she spoke again, her voice was light, hopeful, and very classically romantic in the way that seeing a girl at dusk sitting beneath a wilting apple bloom tree might be.

"Are you hurt, Warrior? I can service you... Oh!"

The tiny android leaned over to look at the other side of Krieg, spotting the downed Mu-01. She brought up a small hand to her lips and began to pad over to it, almost immediately forgetting about the ghost of green mass right before her.

Krieg turned his head towards the voice. It was an android. Female body, soft voice, seductive outfit... It was a sexbot. Krieg never had interests in the machina's carnal desires. If it wasn't a fight he had no interest in it. And these sexbots lacked anything he desired. And unless she was going to go offline right here, he doubts there was anything she could do for him. "Go away. There's nothing you can do for me..."

When the android went closer to Mu-01 and his back box, he dashed right to it, standing between her and his core. "I said leave me! I don't need you! I can take care of myself!" Even though he was a Machine Spirit, he could lie. His face was angry but also shaking. He wanted help, but he didn't want to be weak. He wanted to be able to somehow take possession over Mu-01's damaged body and make his way to his old Grafdakka armor, but it was too far away. It was on the otherside of the factory, far beyond the reach of his core.

"I... Am High Queen Eos's mightest warrior and most loyal servant. I am Krieg Grafdakka Destroya, Mu-01! I don't need your help! So go away!"

The Pleasure Droid's face went blank as she paused, looking up at the trembling spirit.

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Oh! Her face lit up, as if she'd just figured something out. She pressed her fist gently down into her hand.

"Oh I get it, you're intimidated by me!"

"What!? No! You're just a... A toy. A play thing! And I don't want you anywhere near my belongings! Who knows where those hands have been." Krieg would wish he could say he never felt fear, but there were times he was scared. But certainly not now, he just felt annoyed that of all robots that could help him, it had to be a pleasure droid.

"If you want to help me then go away! You're in the way of my work." Another obvious lie. Though Krieg was certainly doing a lot of nothing. He started waving his arms at her, his ghostly appendages extending far beyond what would normally be possible in a mortal body. "Even without my body I am a Machine Spirit! I can possess the bodies of the mightest robots in all of the Machina! So leave me, or else I will possess you!"

"Shhh...~" The android stood up on her tip toes and pressed a finger over where the ghosts' lips appeared to be. After she was satisfied with his silence, she fell back onto her heels, her face never once losing a serene, hopeful and slightly needy expression. "I am not dirty," She began to explain, sounding as if she's recited this hundreds of times before, "I bathe three times a day to meet with the cleanliness standards with full internal cleaning compatibility. Everything about me is as sanitary as can be with no risks of passing diseases or bacteria as I am an efficient android of Gears of Ple... mm, The Machina Militia."

She paused, then smiled up at him again, eyes sparkling as lights shimmered behind the lenses of the aritficial orbs.

"It's okay to be afraid if you haven't done this before. I promise, I'll be gentle." A small heart emoticon formed in the air beside her, a blush appearing on her androidal cheeks. As with most pleasure bots, the blushes were perfect ovals that appeared right on either cheek bone.

Humming, the android moved through Krieg's ghostly form, reaching inside of Mu-01's body and pulled out the core. She immediately plopped down beside the bullet riddled form, pulled the core up against her chest, and began covering it in tiny, chaste kisses.

Small heart emoticons appeared all around her as she did, sweetly caressing the core. The ghostly specter may have then felt a strange, warm sensation as the effects of the android, healing, even with these small kisses, took effect on his core and any scuffs it might have received in the fire of war.

By leaning back, too, against the Mu-01, some of the robo-maid's exterior seemed ot be slowly rewiring itself.

"Stop! Stop stop stop!" Krieg shouted as he tried in vain to stop the robot from touching his stuff. He didn't need anyone's help! He wasn't going to accept weakness. He had to be able to fend for himself. That being said, there was nothing he could do now but watch as the android took his core and... Started kissing it.

Now this was just weird.

"What are you... Stop that. That's strange. Let go of my... Core... Right now..." A strange feeling was going through Krieg's mind. It felt like that demon's illusions. It made his ghostly form feel warm and pleasant... No, this was different from the succubus. The Succubus fed his bloodlust and blinded him with the glory of battle. This feeling felt softer. It was a strange new thing that made Krieg feel sluggish, hot, yet oddly satsified.

The damage to his core was gone. Mu-01 still needed some repairs, but now Krieg was more or less okay... Sans missing a physical body of course. His mind wasn't so full of hate, but confusion. Who was this android and what did she do to him? "Who are you? What did you do to... Me?" Krieg looked calmer. His angry snarl turned into a straight line. He also seemed smaller.

A small moan escaped the small android's body and she paused just as she was letting her kisses get a little more erogenous against the core when the ghost spoke again. She lowered the cube that was Krieg's core into her lap, a little steam, as is usual for the effect of a Pleasure Droid showing arousal, lifted off of her and was visible as she exhaled, smiling brightly up at the ghost.

"1001101011-XXX," She began, her legs shifting beneath her, "I am a Pleasure Android that's been repurposed for the war as healer... Mmmmm... By contact... My old owners called me 'Cherry' when referencing me to their customers, but they could rename me if they wanted, too."

Cherry lifted her legs to her chest, balancing Krieg's core on her knees carefully while also exposing she wasn't wearing any garments beneath the short skirt she wore. She was, in a word, fully autonomous.She leaned her head on top of the core while batting her eye lashes up at the specter.

"You were upset, Mr. Krieg Graffdakka Destroya, Mu-01. Would you be pleased if I helped you find your minions, your soldiers, and your legion?" Her shoulders raised up and she averted her gaze, rubbing her cheek to her shoulder as she hugged the core close to her chest. "I'd love to see you happy..."

"Did you hear all of that?" Now Krieg just felt embarassed. He was angry, sure, but he had kinda hoped he was just ranting to himself. This android, this Cherry, made him feel very, very odd. She made him feel warm, fulfilled, and oddly tired. Him, a ghost and usually a machine, tired. Though his face couldn't turn red he still turned away from the android to hide his flustered face.

"J-just Krieg is fine... Grafdakka and Mu-01 is only when I'm in certain forms. This is just Krieg." The ghost looked down at his hands and flexed them.It has actually be a long time since he's gotten a good look at himself. Usually he was in Mu-01's form overseeing the construction of a new body or weapon, or in Grafdakka doing battle. Krieg hasn't seen any action at all.

The ghost in the machine was quiet for a long time as he thought about Cherry's question. "Hmm... No. No, you don't need to find my minions. I... I guess I don't really need them. Maybe I got too used to bossing them around." Looking back at Mu-01, Krieg moved over to try and possess the body, but it was still too damaged. "I can't move beyond the boundry of my core. This body is too damaged to be used right now, but I have my Destroya Form on the other side of the factory. Perhaps if I can get my core over there I can..."

Krieg thought about what exactly he was going to do if he got inside Grafdakka. It wasn't exactly made for delicate work like Mu-01 was. He thought about maybe going after Hibiki, but he doesn't know where she lives or where she's at. He'd just wander through the city aimlessly and be angry. And for some odd reason, Krieg didn't want to be angry right now. "I... I don't really know what to do now. Usually I'm fighting or getting ready to fight but I can't really do either of those things right now."

The android watching Krieg slowly tilted her head to the side and frowned. It bothered her, very greatly (as it should,) that the ghost seemed. sad. She thought of her memory, replaying it inside her head as she'd peeked around the factory at the screaming Krieg. She popped up to her feet, sparkle emoticons all around her.

"That's no way to be, Mr. Krieg!" Her sparkle emoticons got brighter, "First things first, I'll get you to your body!" The android turned sharply and marched toward the direction of where it seemed the Destroya body might be, undoubtedly tugging the ghost along as she held the core. "Then you can go back to what you do best! You are the mightiest warrior of the Queen, you said so yourself! Won't she be looking for you?"

The android's radius of sparkles grew as she paused to smile back at his specter, giggling brightly.

"No, she wouldn't. I mean the only reason I'm even in this predicament is- Whoa!" Cherry walked faster than Krieg anticipated when he felt the boundry slam into his face to follow after his core. Turning around Krieg went after Cherry trying to explain the siutation. "Y-you weren't suppose to hear that. I mean, I am a strong fighter and I was made for war. It'll only make sense if I'm good at it. But I don't think Queen Eos thinks highly of my right now you see, because I've sorta been fighting demons even though we were suppose to retreat and well... One of the other soldiers came by and kinda killed me, because I was distracted fighting and all. I mean I know that sounds strange coming from me because usually I think of nothing but fighting and to be honest right now I could actually go for a good scrap but I'm almost certain that I'm suppose to be doing something else oh and we're here."

Krieg and Cherry soon stood before the massive metal behemoth that made the name Grafdakka. This crude iron titan sat in an inactive charging bay, it's weapons unloaded and still strapped into the bay. Moving towards his body Krieg could possess and active the bay to release Grafdakka. Now all he needs to do is posess his body and he could be autonomous once again. But there was hesitation. After Grafdakka was freed Krieg just stood there looking at it. Cherry looked over at him, his core still pressed to her chest. Her emoticons had died down, now she only had her small LED blush in perfect ovals on her cheeks active. Her blue eyes blinked up at him.

"What's wrong, Mr. Krieg? Isn't this your body?" Then she parted her lips, turning towards him fully, a slightly pouty look on her face. "Are you not pleased?

After a moment of silence, Cherry perked up again, an idea popping into her head.

The Pleasure Android kneeled to the ground and set the core down there gently. She sat on her legs right in front of it and moved her hands up to her torso, eyes closed with a smile on her lips. She pressed somehing on the right of her upper abdomen, elciting a click, and then, like a curved cupboard, the upper portion ofher abdoment where the ribcage would usually be swung open. A nearly organized myriad of objects were inside, (including seasonal items like a travel size can of whipped cream and maraschino cherries) and she pulled open a small pink bottle, closing her abdomen with a soft 'click.'

She opened up the bottle and pressed some of the fluid into her thumb, then pressed her thumb to the top of the core twice. There, a pink heart shape was placed on the core from her efforts.

Cherry put away the tube of edible paint quickly and picked herself and the core up, kissing it once more as she looked up at Krieg, blush upon her face.

"You were made for the military, right?" Her eyes were bright again as she gazed up at him. "Well... um... I'm in the military now too. If... you don't mind, I can't defend myself out there... could we... stay together, Mr.Krieg?"

"What."

Anger became pleasure, pleasure became doubt, and now that doubt was confusion. This android was too weird for Krieg. First she just shows up and helps him, which he finds odd due to his dwarnist mentality, does odd things to his body that he isn't sure what to make of, and now she tells him that she's actually a soldier like him? Sure a lot of the Machina warriors were physically appealing and often employed sex for whatever reason, but Cherry didn't come off as the type who'd beat a man to death. But she would certainly beat him off.

"Just... What? Give me a moment." Kireg turned away and put his face into his hands. He had to seriously consider what was going on with him right now. While he was argueably Mu-01 most of the time, Grafdakka was the form he identfiies most because it was only in Grafdakka's body that he's done most of his memorable things. But after Cherry healed him he felt strange. Perhaps the demonic corruption that had first claimed him was cleansed? After all, that Succubus had only managed to lure him away by feeding his rage and fury. Perhaps Cherry was able to lift that illusion and left Krieg without said rage and fury. But now he just felt empty.

"A soldier... A soldier. You're a soldier?" Krieg turned back to Cherry, noticing that she had drawn a heart on his core for some reason. He decided not to question it for now. "Look, you and I we're made for different purposes. That core may be my real body but this," Krieg pointed up to Grafdakka. "This is where I belong. You said it yourself that you can't defend yourself. So... So.... Why? Why do you want to be with me, and why have you helped me?"

Of course thinking about it Krieg figured out why and quickly corrected himself. "Nevermind, I know why. You're a pleasure bot of course. You're suppose to make soldiers feel better about themselves. You only want to stick with me because that's what you were made for. Just like how I'm made to fight, you're made to love." Saying this made Krieg feel jaded. He enjoyed fighting, and he was sure once he got inside Grafdakka all his doubts and fears would wash away. He'd find confidence in himself and march off to war again without any fears or worries. Yet right now as Krieg he didn't have that confidence. He questioned things. He made things complicated.

"If I go inside this machine, you'll have to leave. I... I wouldn't tolerate someone who can't fight. I don't care if you could heal me, Grafdakka doesn't have patience for weaklings and deadweight. I... Thank you for your help. But your done now. I don't need your help anymore." Krieg turned his back from Cherry and looked up to Grafdakka. His face was trembling.

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Oh she left his side quite some time ago. Cherry had gotten bored trying to listen to what he had to say and was already climbing up Grafdrakka's giant form, pulling herself easily to replace the core in its rightful spot. She was humming something while hoisting herself up onto the giant's shoulders. She looked down at where Krieg was, waving her arm and cupping a hand around her mouth as she set the core down.

"Hey, where do I put this?!"

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"OH SHIT! GET DOWN FROM THERE!"

It's been forever since Krieg had used the Destroya Form and some parts of him needed replacement. Krieg knew this but it wasn't relevant until he saw Cherry climb onto Grafdakka's shoulder. Just as she looked down and started shouting towards him, the shoulder plate she was on started to shift. Before Cherry would realize it, the plate she was on fell off Grafdakka and with it, Cherry and Krieg's core.

The specter had to act fast. This was no time for self reflect: he went striaght to Grafdakka, possessing him to reach out and catch Cherry in the crux of his left arm. He had no hands to catch her with so this was the safest way for him to grab her. Grafdakka now stood up on his feet, looking down at Cherry's comparatively miniature form.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING? MY CORE DOES NOT BELONG ON THIS BODY. YOU COULD HAVE GOTTEN YOURSELF HURT. I AM NOT ABLE TO REPAIR YOU IF YOU HAD DAMAGED YOURSELF."

Cherry had caught Krieg's core as she'd fallen, holding in her hands as she stared at the mecha shouting at her in her face.

Then she smiled, small heart emotcons appearing around her as her blush formed on her face. She popped up, standing on her feet on the crux of his arm, and leaned forward to press a kiss to the metal torso of the mech. She rubbed her cheek against the cold metal, when she spoke it sounded like she was melting.

"Mmm, yell at me some more...~"

The Android let out a steamy exhale.

Oh if only Grafdakka had hands. This android was werider than most demons. In fact, he wouldn't be surprised if this Android is actually one of those succubi. It was the only way to explain her strange reactions to everything. Grafdakka always thought maybe he was one of the strange ones for his eagerness to fight, and certainly seemed like a freak compared to some of the more straight-laced Machina soldiers. But once more the nexus only proves that there are those who can out-do him in the strangest ways.

Letting Cherry down on the floor Grafdakka took a few steps forward away from her, shaking off loose parts until he was stripped down to his chassis. Without his factory producing him new parts he doubts this form would be ready for battle anytime soon. Hibiki did mention that he would be allowed to use his most recent upgrade, so he'll just have to go find that one soon. But he had one more problem to deal with. Turning back to Cherry Grafdakka tried his best to seem stern, though unlike his ghostly form Grafdakka lacked a face to make exrpessions.

"HMM. YOU ARE VERY TROUBLESOME. WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING, CLIMBING ONTO THIS BODY? CAN YOU NOT SEE THAT I AM IN DIRE NEED OF REPAIR? I WAS NOT EVEN ONLINE AND I COULD HAVE DESTROYED YOU! FOR A SOLDIER, YOU ARE QUITE FOOLISH. AND WHAT IS WITH THAT PERVERTED PERSONALITY OF YOURS? ARE YOU SOME SORT OF SEX DEMON? THIS IS WAR YOU HUSSY, NOT A BROTHEL! WE DON'T NEED WHORES HERE! EVEN IF YOU DO MAKE ME FEEL GOOD!"

The Android moaned loudly, sitting on the ground, staring up at the mecha with the core situated between her open legs as she sat on her knees, heart emoticons over her blue eyes as steam poured off of her. Cherry trembled, it was clear she was enjoying this.

Letting out a mechanical sigh Gradakka walked back to his charging bay, posessing the machines to lock Grafdakka back up. Soon after Krieg left Grafdaka's to speak to Cherry in person. "Seriously. You... You just make me so confused. You make me feel happy, than worried, then angry, it's crazy. But it looks like I'm stuck with you for better or for worse, since I can't do maintence on my war machines until I get a smaller body ready." Sighing, Krieg pointed towards the exit of the factory.

"If you're going to stick with me, then you do as I say, got it? First thing's first, we need to get my new war machine. I don't need to take this big guy out of here, so I want you to carry my core to the factory. While we're out I need to find a new body to inhabit too, since Mu-01 is still too damaged. She was due for an upgrade anyways. I actually know a place for her replacement, so we'll go there after we get my new body."

"Alright...~"

Her giggle was whimsical as a windchime. She picked up his core from between the growing heat between her legs, smoothed her skirt and stood up, pressing the core to her chest protectively. No doubt the militia officials she'd been accompanying were wondering where she was right now, well, they'd have to wonder a little longer. She'd found where she needed to be.

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Cherry/Krieg

It's been weird.

Grafdakka didn't think he'd ever find a companion. Certainly not someone like Cherry. The few times he's even considered friendship he often thought they'd be powerful fighters like Bastion, Titania, or Marquis. Instead he of all people gets saddled with Cherry, the sex bot. She was about as useful in a fight as a fifth wheel on a wagon. Sure, she could secret some sort of restorative ooze from her body, but unlike some soldiers Grafdakka lacked the parts to please Cherry. He figured that alone would have been enough to keep the sex bot away from him, but she seemed to deride pleasure riding him.

As in, sitting on his shoulder as he moved about fighting. Apparently she liked to feel the rough rumbling of his body in motion as it slammed into his foes with great fury and passion. It didn't help that Grafdakka had been using his new body, the Grind Gear. Unlike the Destroya Form that was land-based and combined melee and ranged, the Grind Gear was entirely melee and was capable of agile manuvers. Though still large and bulky it was built for both speed and durability instead of being a mobile turret like the Destroya Form.

Though despite the awkwardness between him and Cherry, she utlimately was a positive one. Grafdakka focused more on keeping her out of danger and bossing her around instead of pursueing petty vengence against Hibiki. While he still felt a bit sour, after mulling over it he can accept his punishment. He thought it was odd that he was promoted to commander anyways: his place wasn't tactics or strategy, just taking his weapons and himself to the enemy and laying waste to them.

The next battle took place in an area called Arcadia. There were many floating islands that just showed up and it was a scramble land grab. The objective was simple: Leave no survivors. That made Grafdakka utterly giddy: no complicated objectives, no need to distract enemies. Just kill everyone keeping it simple. Grafdakka was one of the first to hear of the battle and left immediately to the air feild where flying carriers would be taking them to the battlefield.

Naturally, the pleasure android had joined him, having also been called to be on the front lines for her healing abilities.

And waiting for the actual carriers was horribly boring.

"HaAAAaaahhh....~!" Cherry's small body shuddered, straddled against one of the large, vibrating pieces of armor plating on Krieg's Grind Gear shoulders. Her androidal body relaxed slowy, and she exhaled with copious amounts of warm steam pouring from her body. She laid back, relaxing completely against the flat of his shoulder, nuzzling her face up against the top of his.

"Will it be much longer...? I don't want to use up all my fluids..." Her face burned with the LED blush, her fingers walking themselves up the head of the robot that she leaned up against.

A low groan echoed from Grafdakka's body. He should really be used to this by now, but he still found Cherry's habits a bit off putting and distracting. At least she cleans up her messes. "THEY BETTER NOT KEEP ME WAITING. IT HAS BEEN TOO LONG SINCE I HAD A PROPER FIGHT!" Grafdakka's voice boomed as he loaded into the air carriers. Though there was plenty of islands to fight on, air superiority was the key to this battle. Though he did have a few tricks and ideas to utilize the envioment in battle, if he gets the chance to use it.

Once Grafdakka's carrier was loaded it flew off ahead of the rest to the battlefield. They moved fast and were given a few minutes before arriving to brief and get ready. "ARE YOU SURE YOU CAN HANG ON? I WILL NOT SAVE YOU IF YOU FALL OFF." Grafdakka's Grind Gear lacked any handholds for Cherry to hold on his shoulders, since normally people shouldn't be on his shoulder anyways. While he was a giant robot he was not a piloted back so he didn't have a cockpit either. And he never installed one because he doesn't want Cherry to make lewd comments about being inside of him.

"I'll be okay~" Cherry smiled at him, a heart emoticon appearing beside her shoulder. She'd been busy on the ride over looking out the windows and softly murmuring her amazement of the beauty of Arcadia. As she spoke, she opened up her abdominal compartment and ruffled around for something inside.

"The Militia said I just need to stay put on one of the smaller floating islands as a rest stop for the other Mechas so I can heal them when they need it. If you can take me there, I'll be able to handle myself."

She paused, then winked at him.

"Are you concerned for me, Mr. Krieg~?" She said this with a blush on her face.

Grafdakka lifted and dropped his shoulder suddenly, causing Cherry to be tossed into the air and land roughly back onto his shoulder, eliciting a small 'eep!' from the android. "THAT'S GRAFDAKKA! WHEN I AM IN THIS BODY, I AM GRAFDAKKA. REMEMBER THAT, OR I WILL GRIND IT INTO YOUR CPU!"

"Hhhh....~ Yes, sir....~" The Android clung to his shoulder to right herself, pushing her hair back with her hand as she blushed and bit her lip, her eyes sparkling as she looked at her companion.

There was about five minutes before they arrived to the battleground. Grafdakka made sure he was properly fulled, his blades sharp, and his armor in top condition (Recent staining aside). There was just one more thing to do. Opening up his chest compartment fully revealed a large nuclear reactor in the center of his body, currently dormat. Should he fall in battle or be close to capture, he had his nuclear core to self-destruct and kill himself and his enemy, leaving no trace behind. However it needed a key to activate it and that key was his Black Box. Without Mu-01 to protect it, he now needs to carry the box with him. Unfortunately without any minions and no hands of his own, he couldn't put the box in himself. That's where Cherry came in.

"CHERRY, INSERT THE CORE."

The Android nodded and slid down off his shoulder. She'd opened her comparment on her abdomen before for this now.

Her small, pale hands reached inside of her abdomen, where she had stored the Grafdakka's core very carefully, and held it now in her hands. The small heart she had imprinted on his core now still very much visible on top of it, the android briefly rubbed at it with her thumb fondly. She looked up at the Mecha with her wide, blue eyes.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes." Grafdakka said simply. His core pulsated with a soft green glow, waiting for Cherry to do the deed.

The Android nodded, blush prominant on her face, as she lifted it up into Grafdakka's chest and slid it in delicately with hands made to be as gentle as possible. When it was in far enough, her finger tips pressed against the flat of the core and slid it the rest of the way in until an audible 'click' was heard. Then she leaned forward, pressing her face against the core right beside the nuclear reactor for a moment before giving it a sweet, gentle kiss. Cherry peeked up at Grafdakka with a small smile.

Shortly after Cherry inserted the core into Grafdakka's chest, the entire nuclear reactor started glowing with an awesome power, humming to life. Heat eminated from it's surface and soon coolant was sprayed onto it to keep it from overheating. Once it was stablized Grafdakka's nuclear reacted glowed at a steady beat, as if his heart had awaken. A heart capable of utterly disintergrating himself and any enemies near him. Once Cherry was safely removed from the core Grafdakka resealed his torso and they had arrived to the battlefield.

One by one other machina soldiers left to do battle. Before Grafdakka left he turned his head towards Cherry. "THIS BATTLE WILL BE CHAOTIC. I CERTAINLY INTEND TO DESTORY EVERYTHING HERE, FROM THE ISLANDS TO MY ENEMIES. YOU WILL BE SAFEST WITH ME." Probally not true, but Grafdakka didn't really care about the truth. He was keeping Cherry with him and that was final.

"Well... if it's an order from my captain, how can I refuse?" A mischeivious smile on her lips, Cherry nodded as she looked up at Grafdakka, her lower regions already moist of the idea of Grafdakka's rumbling form in battle pressing up against her. The idea alone made her giggle and blush. The Android opened up her compartment and pulled something out before closing it again.

She mounted his shoulder, climbing back on with little difficulty. The Pleasure Droid, chains in hand, fingered around on his shoulder until she'd found some small open mounting piece that had been used to stabilize the mecha on his charging dock, sliding the chains through. She held onto the chains, tugging on them to ensure they wouldn't come off easily. Being so light, there was a risk in staying on the mecha as he fought, but she'd rode him as she fought before. Cherry nodded from her mount on his shoulder.

"I'm ready."

Nodding his head Grafdakka looked forward towards the carrier's bay doors and jumped out. He fell through the skies at break-neck speeds, with G-force strong enough to have torn a normal human to shreds. But for the likes of himself and Cherry, this was just a breeze. He was falling towards an island, faster and faster by the moment, until at the last minute he activated his thrusters and charged forward towards the enemies in the distance. There was no words to describe these feelings, nor to describe his thoughts about recent events or his return to battle. So much has happened that he still needs to figure out. But if there was one thing he had to say, it was this.

"WAAAAAAAAARGH!"

The War of the Three

@Lucius Cypher I'm free now~ Please pm me somewhere we can collab then? This will be so fun~~

The War of the Three

@ReaptheMusic Gel actually is a demon and currently preoccupied with some political stuff. If you want, we could do something between Cherry and Krieg. Though Fran is my horny succubus, Krieg is actually way more straight laced and doesn't care for sex. but he could use Cherry's service to find him a new body while his current ones are being built for the next battle. It would be a awkward but funny friendship between the android courtesan and the machine of war! Perhaps Cherry could even teach Kreig how to love.

Awww, that sounds adorable, she's so light she could ride around on his mecha body with ease<3 And a relationship between the two of them would probably be very beneficial later since she can't fight worth a lick but will need to be in the battlefield and may need protection later. Maybe she could try to throw a rock if she /tried/ but the android is twenty damn pounds heavy. I love it, let's go for it~

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@Mega Birb ;;; If you don't want my character to approach yours, please just say so. Of course I wouldn't want another player to feel uncomfortable;;;;;

@Lmpkio A collab with a Machina? I suppose I do need somewhere to start...

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@KoL Plenty of butterflies for Cherry to chase while she's bored by the fighting until she's useful then, lol. Sounds nice~

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"CHERRY"

Outfits

Name

1001101011-XXX
"Cherry"
Whatever the customers want to call her

Age

Model created 4 years prior
Appears 18

Gender

Female

Allegiance

The Machina of Man

Race

Pleasure Android

Height

5'0

Weight

20lbs

Personality

Cherry is sweet, submissive, soft and gentle in nature as much as she is vicariously promiscuous and insatiably needy. Programmed to act and look as a virgin, she has a dreamy, wide eyed outlook on most subjects and isn't the brightest bot in the Machina faction. Cherry quickly becomes bored with long monologues or sitting still for a period of time (As she was not programmed to sit still, persay), prone to wandering off and getting herself into trouble. She would be considered, literally, a butterfly chaser.

History

A typical pleasure bot set to work in the red light districts within the Machina Faction, Cherry was created initially in a specialty store called "Gears of Paradise" that was well known for their varieties of pleasure bots for different customers to rent a room with. Her model specifically was created to act and appear a virgin but her "sisters" were known for their own specialties or kinks like impregnation fantasies or BDSM.

A certain wealthy customer fancied Cherry and purchased her for his research at his hospital. What the customer had initially started as a joke with the dean, a pleasure droid that healed as it fucked, boiled into an interesting idea that he felt the need to explore. After a few tests, Cherry was augmented with certain fluid and properties that would, indeed, heal customers as she fucked them, kissed them, or at the very least had some sort of physical contact with. Not all customers were idyllic for love-making after all, the side effect of healing by physical contact alone was discovered when wandering into the children's ward and cuddling on the bed with them, healing their specific wounds and bettering a good many of their illnesses.

With a little more work, Cherry was soon outfitted to heal customers of all types regardless of faction, creed, appearance, or otherwise. When the military of the Machina caught wind of her existence, she was quickly picked up and augmented even further. The series of experiments left Cherry stressed and even more air-headed than before to cope, her AI understanding as much. Before long, Cherry would also be able to heal spirits as well as humans thanks to certain fluids being regularly placed in her body, which also gave off certain signals to assist in repairing fellow Machina, which was very important. As her base was a pleasure droid, the method of healing never once changed. She's expected now to be on the front lines as a support to her other Machina, but with a ditzy A.I. like hers, it may be more than likely she leeches on to the enemy to heal them as well on instinct.

Powers

Healing Caress - By maintaining physical contact for long periods of time alone, Cherry's body being pressed against the wounded individual would heal their wounds. This process is sped up much, much faster with exposure to her equipped body fluids/; deep, open mouth kissing, cunninglingus, intercourse, etc. This is active regardless of race thanks to in-depth programming, research, and proper body augmentations.

Weapons

Leather Whip - A parting gift from her Pleasure Droid Sisters before leaving the Gears of Paradise. She's not made for fighting, and has never needed to use it. The idea of it being used on her though, well, she craves that.

Equipment

*As A Pleasure Droid, Her First Priority is Her Customer*
And thus she has been outfitted to appease any customer's immediate needs thanks to her upper abdomen having a hidden compartment she can open, like a cupboard, to alleviate any needs or desires.

Inside this cupboard

-Snacks
-Condoms
-Anal Plugs
-Vibrators/Vibrating Egg w/ Remote control
-Ball gags
-Chains
-Handcuffs
-Blindfolds
-A mini bar. It's a very, very small mini bar.
-Dildos of varying scale
-Lubricant
-Scented Oils
-Edible Body Paint
-Lotion
-Tissues
-Fresh Flower Petals
-Chocolate/Candies

Other
-Incredibly light, she was initially created with the concept in the mind of being able to travel with her if you rented her out of Gears of Paradise as a courtesan
-With her weight, she is also incredibly easy to throw.
-If expected to sit still for too long or waiting for someone to finish speaking, she will eventually begin to push herself onto whomever is closest to satiate her need to please.
-Even in her revealing outfits, she still craves something softer and more exposing.
-Being made to also be rented to be taken out as a date or a courtesan, she also has full functionality for eating and has hobbies; in particular she loves shopping.

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@TheWindelThank you~

@KoL What is the context of the next battle coming up so I can plan out my first post?

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Heard you needed some support for the Machina.

"Cherry"

Outfits

Name

1001101011-XXX
"Cherry"
Whatever the customers want to call her

Age

Model created 4 years prior
Appears 18

Gender

Female

Allegiance

The Machina of Man

Race

Pleasure Android

Height

5'0

Weight

20lbs

Personality

Cherry is sweet, submissive, soft and gentle in nature as much as she is vicariously promiscuous and insatiably needy. Programmed to act and look as a virgin, she has a dreamy, wide eyed outlook on most subjects and isn't the brightest bot in the Machina faction. Cherry quickly becomes bored with long monologues or sitting still for a period of time (As she was not programmed to sit still, persay), prone to wandering off and getting herself into trouble. She would be considered, literally, a butterfly chaser.

History

A typical pleasure bot set to work in the red light districts within the Machina Faction, Cherry was created initially in a specialty store called "Gears of Paradise" that was well known for their varieties of pleasure bots for different customers to rent a room with. Her model specifically was created to act and appear a virgin but her "sisters" were known for their own specialties or kinks like impregnation fantasies or BDSM.

A certain wealthy customer fancied Cherry and purchased her for his research at his hospital. What the customer had initially started as a joke with the dean, a pleasure droid that healed as it fucked, boiled into an interesting idea that he felt the need to explore. After a few tests, Cherry was augmented with certain fluid and properties that would, indeed, heal customers as she fucked them, kissed them, or at the very least had some sort of physical contact with. Not all customers were idyllic for love-making after all, the side effect of healing by physical contact alone was discovered when wandering into the children's ward and cuddling on the bed with them, healing their specific wounds and bettering a good many of their illnesses.

With a little more work, Cherry was soon outfitted to heal customers of all types regardless of faction, creed, appearance, or otherwise. When the military of the Machina caught wind of her existence, she was quickly picked up and augmented even further. The series of experiments left Cherry stressed and even more air-headed than before to cope, her AI understanding as much. Before long, Cherry would also be able to heal spirits as well as humans thanks to certain fluids being regularly placed in her body, which also gave off certain signals to assist in repairing fellow Machina, which was very important. As her base was a pleasure droid, the method of healing never once changed. She's expected now to be on the front lines as a support to her other Machina, but with a ditzy A.I. like hers, it may be more than likely she leeches on to the enemy to heal them as well on instinct.

Powers

Healing Caress - By maintaining physical contact for long periods of time alone, Cherry's body being pressed against the wounded individual would heal their wounds. This process is sped up much, much faster with exposure to her equipped body fluids/; deep, open mouth kissing, cunninglingus, intercourse, etc. This is active regardless of race thanks to in-depth programming, research, and proper body augmentations.

Weapons

Leather Whip - A parting gift from her Pleasure Droid Sisters before leaving the Gears of Paradise. She's not made for fighting, and has never needed to use it. The idea of it being used on her though, well, she craves that.

Equipment

*As A Pleasure Droid, Her First Priority is Her Customer*
And thus she has been outfitted to appease any customer's immediate needs thanks to her upper abdomen having a hidden compartment she can open, like a cupboard, to alleviate any needs or desires.

Inside this cupboard

-Snacks
-Condoms
-Anal Plugs
-Vibrators/Vibrating Egg w/ Remote control
-Ball gags
-Chains
-Handcuffs
-Blindfolds
-A mini bar. It's a very, very small mini bar.
-Dildos of varying scale
-Lubricant
-Scented Oils
-Edible Body Paint
-Lotion
-Tissues
-Fresh Flower Petals
-Chocolate/Candies

Other
-Incredibly light, she was initially created with the concept in the mind of being able to travel with her if you rented her out of Gears of Paradise as a courtesan
-With her weight, she is also incredibly easy to throw.
-If expected to sit still for too long or waiting for someone to finish speaking, she will eventually begin to push herself onto whomever is closest to satiate her need to please.
-Even in her revealing outfits, she still craves something softer and more exposing.
-Being made to also be rented to be taken out as a date or a courtesan, she also has full functionality for eating and has hobbies; in particular she loves shopping.

Deep Ground Online (Hiatus)

Azga the Amazing

He'd been so pleased to see Verdant go down so quickly, and with so much of his life drained. He didn't even notice at first when he attempted to go in for the next blow, that his limbs refused to move.

It took Azga a moment.

His heart slowly sank into his stomach as his eyes shifted down to his arms, a blue, translucent hand wrapping its length around his wrists... as well as his entire body. His pupils shrank in recognition as a bead of sweat trickled, digitally, down the side of his jaw. The impact of the sudden force that brought him to his knees was tremendous, his head hanging downward with his jaw clenched tightly.

He could barely hear the question Streak has asked him. It only barely registered what he said a moment after he'd spoken. A nervous, hesitant chuckle welled up from Azga's throat as his head heavilly lifted, his eyes tight with a certain dread.

"It looks like we won't be getting that spar, afterall."

He grinned, his body visibly trembling under strain.

"It's my fault. I'm sorry." His head lowered once more, the hands were hurting him. "Get out of here, Red King."

[color=red["What?"[/color] the Red King asked, not sure what Azga meant. "The enemy is retreating and there's no one else near our location. Azga, tell me what's wrong." He leaned down now in the effort to see if something was holding the other Player down. Unfortunately he couldn't see anything and briefly wondered if this was the work of something illegal. "Is it a hack holding you down?"

Could Azga really say? He swallowed, his throat felt tight but not from a hand. His blue eyes peer over to look at the Red King as best as he could from his position.

He hesitated.

"It's a program," He practically spat the words out. "Forget hackers... it's completely legal. It's the game, Streak... The program, he's behind everything. He doesn't like what I've done. You need to get out of here...!"

The game? What was Azga talking about? Not understanding himself, he did as he was told and zipped about in a mad dash. Azga seemed pretty on edge but he couldn't just leave him there like that. The Red King would instead seek help from someone who knew the game. It had to be a hack. What else could affect the game in such a way? As he departed, a force much harsher than ever before gripped Azga's throat, rearing back and slamming his face into the ground. Whatever it was that was causing this, it was seemingly very unhappy with the results.

Azga gasped loudly, gritting his teeth. The pain was intense, the suffocation felt too real--but it seemed his health bar refused to go down, dying would probably be a mercy for what was in store. Azga's teeth gritted as he glared at the hands that would be invisible to the other avatars, his jewelry jingling innocently as he struggled against the intense force around his neck. He swallowed around the hands on his throat.

"What's wrong?" Azga gasped around the pressure on his windpipe, "Don't tell me you're intimidated by something so minor..."

"Eheh, not that it's a minor kid. More of a major really. A major turnout for you trying to blow my cover here," said a taunting voice. One blink and the grinning form of Blue Joker stood before Azga, a tilt of his head and a wink of his eyes serving as a greeting. "Pleasure to meet you Erika Mitsuki. Don't believe we've ever met proper now have we, eheh."

"Chaaaarmed! So very charmed! Hh," Azga swallowed painfully again around the tight grip of his throat and the sting of the rocks against his face. "Of course I know who you are... I don't think it gets much more intimate than... hh.... being broken..." Azga couldn't complete what he was trying to say, grunting against trying to escape or at the very least, loosening the grip of the several hands that seemed to be all over him. His blue eyes, so similar to her own in the real world, glared up at him. "A pleasure." It was all he could manage, his heart beating out of his chest barely hidden, though fairly obvious to the larger being, by stark sarcasm.

"Eheh, it doesn't sound like it's a real pleasure for you kid. How'd you end up on the ground sucking dirt like that?" Blue Joker said casually. His grin present all the way, he walked around Azga's form without much cause or reason. "Ehhh, let's just cut to the chase kid. You trying to blow my cover and all that. In fact, you've been making things pretty hard for me lately too. How's about you turn back to your senses and come work for me again, eh? Or does the Red King really got your heart in a flutter? Eheh, you know kid, you're supposed to be playing for the winning team. Or maybe I need to remind you about that, eheh?"

Azga panted against the hands on his body, on his throat. Memories of being ripped apart countless times, of being trapped in an abyss of lines of code and being those lines of code and losing and regaining so many pieces of what came to be a fractured mind... Azga's fist clenched, the knuckles white.

"What do you want?" He couldn't do it. He couldn't do it again. No more, he didn't want to return to that hell but he realized, slowly, that he just pissed off the only thing that could bring him back to that. Digital tears pricked at his eyes as his jaw clenched tighter. Fear bloomed in his chest and reddened his cheeks.

"Eheh, yeah that's right. You're remembering all your hours spent in that place. Savor it," Blue Joker said, pausing in his step. "What I want? Frankly kid, what don't I want? My plan's been going smooth sailing for a while now and I'm at the top of my peak. All it takes is for one player with a big mouth to screw all that up," he continued, snapping his finger and pointing down at Azga. "Ehhh, that big mouth's gotta be you buddy! But don't fret. I can overlook your behavior so far if you start working for my friend the White King. Gonna need all sorts of help to finish this bad boy out, am I right? So what do you say kid, buddy, pal?"

Azga opened his mouth to respond, but then paused, a thought occurring to him. He shifts against the ground, his face dirty from being shoved there, peering up at the Blue Joker.

"Why does it matter... to you... which king I spend my time with? You're a program... so why should my human matters... or... whatever... involve you? Why did you choose the White King...?"

"Eheh, that's information for me to know and for you to never, ever find out pal. But maybe it has something to do with her....personality. Guess you could say I'm a sucker for the crazy chicks, eheh," said Blue Joker. "What's it to you? I got my reasons; same as you with the Red King. Bet he'd be real pleased to find out what's really going on. I'd have to do something about that in the nastiest way possible-oh, but we wouldn't want that, would we friend?"

"Don't you touch him!" Azga spat the words out, louder and sharper than he'd intended to, his eyes fill up with their own malice as his head briefly jerks up from the grip of the hands on his body. Every fiber of his being wanted to attack the Joker right that moment, but the rest of him refused to move. "Don't you touch him." Azga said again, softer this time but with the same anger in his blue gaze.

"Then you better report to the White King as soon as possible then," the Blue Joker said, his happy tone suddenly shifting. "Like I said kid, we're so close to letting our goals be reality. I'm not gonna let some bleating school girl ruin it all for me...eheh, why the long face? Cheer up pal! This way, you be on the happy side when the war's over." With that said, he turned away, the Avatar slowly fading from sight. As he did so, so too did the invisible hands holding Azga down. "Catch you on the flip side Azga," were his last words before departing.

There was a very sour taste in the back of Azga's throat. A dark shadow fell over the eyes of the usually spunky avatar. Even after the hands had faded, the avatar slowly clenched the dirt in the palms of his hands, pressing the rocks into his palms until they bled.

-1 Damage.

Somehow, that was the most satisfying thing he'd seen all day. The witch doctor slowly sat up, sitting on his legs with his head down towards the ground in a lethargic, defeated posture. The truth was though that his blue eyes were burning with a steadily growing rage that took root in his abdomen until it flowered into his chest and made him raise his head. He wanted to scream. He couldn't say anything. He couldn't think anything. Because he would be there.

The sting of humiliation made him want to vomit. The blonde avatar picked himself up from the dirt, grasping at his staff on the ground nearby as he surveyed the now empty former battle zone. A blank stare on his face was all he could compose as he lifted his hand, opening his message board to send a message to the Red King.

His hand trembled over the keyboard, then with a loud, frustrated grunt, he waved his staff through the pop up control panel, dispelling it. He paced for several moments back and forth, trying to let off some steam before pressing his hands to his face. There's nothing he could do. All he could attempt right now was to somehow find the White King, as the Joker had said.

That is, until a small idea crossed his mind. It wasn't a good idea. It was all he had. The Amazing magician signed out of DGO, his avatar dissipating in shimmer of light.

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Erika Mitsuki

When Erika's eyes opened, her cheeks were covered in tears she hadn't even been aware of were there. She sat up from the pods the school provided for going into Deep Ground Online and wiped her face with the sleeve of her sweater. Her chest heaved as she got her bearings and looked over at where Michael had chosen his own pod for joining the Deep Ground world. He looked so peaceful like that, it made her heart flutter, and then made her stomach drop when she thought of what he would need to do.

Climbing out of her own pod, Erika stared down at Michael, a blush on her face. Her hand slowly lifted to the fun, high ponytail she'd put her hair in for the event and slowly pulled out the red scrunchie she'd used to tie it up. Her dark curls dropped from the soft hair ornament and bounced around her face and shoulders in lively unison in stark contrast to the suddenly grim look on her face.

A deep desire to protect the red head in front of her was overwhelmingly powerful. It looked like she was going to need to play ball if she didn't want him to suffer for it. That meant she was going to need to do something she would very much regret. A whimper caught in her throat, she pressed the red scrunchie into Michael's hand and closed his fingers around it.

"I won't let anyone dethrone you."

She said it barely above a whisper, but her eyes filled with tears and her chest swelled with pride.

"As your knight... I'll protect you. My King."

Erika leaned down, her soft lips pressing against his as he remained comatose. Then she tore herself away from him, running down the halls of the school with a fire in her eyes. She opened up her message board, to be sent to the White King.

To: Chiyo Kuroke
From: Erika Mitsuki

The Joker has declared me to be in your audience. Meet me in the park.

Erika