Iron Sisters: The Abomination Engines

Part 2

"Gather round maggots!" said the captain, as denoted by the red stripe down her helmet and a bird motif. Her 'beak' now sported a hawk head figure and wings that spread to cover the lower half of the helmet. The group of Iron Sisters gathered around her. Their base camp was a group of ruined skyscraper that had collapsed to block off the roads, with several large tanks and vehicle carriers. Around the perimeter were several other sisters with modifications to their already large guns, such a gun barrel at the end, a scope, and rectangular bars attached to the side. "We've got ourselves a mission...!"

"Hoo-rah...!" was the response by their little group.

"Okay maggots, this is the mission, we're to head towards the factory still making these blasted things, and nuke that sucker!"

"Wait, seriously, wouldn't that kill us...?" asked another Sister. She sported a pair of seeming armored jet engines on top of her back pack, and twin pistol versions of their large guns.

"What, NO! I don't mean that literally, numb nuts! We're going to blow up, like a fire works display on Empress Day!!!"

"Uhhhhh..."

"What...?" said the captain, clearly annoyed.

"Those displays are still rather...large enough to be concerned about the safe distance away from ground zero..."

"Sweet stars give me strength... We are going to go to the factory, shut it down, hopefully by a means that involves causing things inside to explode as she shoot them. Is that problematic...?"

"Nope..."

"Then, let's get to marching! Slaughter, Doc, Digits, Fireworks, Twinkle-Toes, Tarot and Newbie, we move out now!"

"Troop Carrier or by foot...?" asked the one Sister holding a staff.

"By foot, Tarot..." said the captain, face palming.

"Which direction...?" asked the Sister with twin axes on her back and long black twin tails on the side of her helmet.

"Look, just follow me damn it!"

Newbie turned to the sound of the click. She had taken off her helmet to see the sea of fire, concrete and steel with her own eyes. It was an image of destruction accompanied by the sound of mechanical legs marching, concrete cracking and breaking, engines roaring, lungs shouting, guns firing, shells exploding and people dying.

She had slightly darkened skin, with black hair, cut down to her ears in the front, but a ponytail in the back, down to her neck. Her eyes were a bright topaz brown and her lips were full, but there was a leanness to her face, there was no 'baby fat'. She was not starved, but she clearly had little fat on her body.

She turned to the other marine with the mechanical tentacles on her backpack. 'Digit' was her call sign, and she was hunched over, clearly amused.

"What was that...?!?" she barked, rearing towards her.

"Your fault for taking of your helmet newbie. This is a warzone..." She growled and reattached the 'beak' to the tube. She put it back on, with a suction effect pulling in any loose strands as her optics lit up.

"That still doesn't give you the right to take a picture of without my permission."

"Oh come on, a pretty thing like you in power armor, looking out at all the pain and devastation..." she said with a theatrical tone "Do you know how much this would sell for on the extranet?!?"

"Why do you even need money, you're an Iron Sister, it's not like you could spend it."

"Never underestimate the power of technology."

"Huh, is that the only reason for not taking of my helmet on down time."

"Yeah, and MC Syndrome..."

"What...?"

"Main Character Syndrome, generally when someone does something to make them stand out from among the group...they die. The most common action that triggers this, not wearing a helmet to battle."

"Are you being serious right now...?"

"She is..." Down came another Sister, a hood like harness was over her helmet, three square digits, electricity arcing between them and the helmet. In her hand was a staff, the head of which sported several devices, tubing and seemingly random bits of technology, crowned with a chrome eagle head holding a crystal in its mouth, like it was coughing it up. She came down, with electricity arcing all about her person as she held her staff with both hands. Upon landing she held it to her side with one hand, with the sparks disappearing. "I've seen it happen so many times, and heard about it even more. Even the captain doesn't go into battle without a helmet."

"Listen to Tarot, she knows things..." said Digit

"Yeah, nothing wholesome from what I hear..." Newbie retorted

"Awwwww..." said Tarot, leaning into Newbie's personal space "I know plenty of wholesome things that I can show you..."

"Uhhh..." Newbie suddenly found herself hoisted up and off the ground, moved and placed back down on terra firma by Slaughter who was now between her and Tarot. Even with her helmet on, it was clear she was giving Tarot a look that translated to, 'don't you dare!'

Slaughter was the Iron Sister with the twin saber axes on her back and black twin tails attached to the side of her helmet. While Newbie didn't know the story about the twin tails, she did know what a saber axe was. Saber axes were common melee weapons among the Iron Brotherhood, blades whose edges generated vast amounts of heat via a condensed infrared field, while the inside was made to quickly cool down.

"If you lot are done with your operatic display..." said Captain, climbing a pile of rubble blocking their path "Twinkle-Toes has cleared the way."

'Twinkle-Toes' was the sniper, sporting a black cloak and cowl that had a camouflage feature. So named for her stealth, she was on top of a building, using her rifle to scout about the area, getting a feel for the movements and deployment of the walkers still in the area. What she did not expect however, was to see someone else on the rooftops. It appeared to be another human, clearly not augmented, wearing dark cloths under a blue cape that came down to their waist and wrapped around their body. From behind she could see silver hair, and when the figure turned around, she could see their grey eyes. However, the simple fact that they turned around and looked straight at her from so far away, jumped her, and that was enough for her to loose track of the target. The person was gone, and instead a cluster of papers flew threw the air.

"Huh..." was her only response.