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“Hadron!”
The artificer turns to face you, her large mechanical frame looms over you.
“Varlet, what is it you need?”
You lean your arms on the work-desk that loops around Omnissiah’s shrine, and the Adeptus’ work space. “I found some old machinery on my last trip out, if you wanted to come by and have a look at it.”
The women faltered, careful not to let on too much interest, you let a small grin chase your lips at the sight.
“I’m working at my post until next Feria Quinta, but if you to bring it to me here, I could look it over in my down-time.”
You frown, tracing your finger along the rough surface of the metal table top, “How about a break? Just 30 minutes?”
You watch her resolve flicker, balancing the intrigue to her duty to her job, before she turned her head away. “Unlike some people, I hold my job with upmost importance.” she hisses, dropping a box of mix matched scraps in front on you. “If your going to be taking up my time, make yourself of use.”
You prop yourself on the side of the desk, dragging your fingers through bolts and screws, half a dozen resistors and capacitors, and maybe a hundred connectors.
“What about our tutoring sessions?” you ask, messily sorting the plastic and metal junk into small piles.
“That can wait until Feria Quinta or the end of the week.”
“But that’s days away.”
“You usually lack this enthusiasm to learn, what now is different?”
You look up at her, making long contact with the green sensors that make up her eyes, you cough into the back of your hand. “Say, you really are just able to stand here and work for days?”
“Unlike your feeble body, I do not require such breaks. But you’re avoiding the question.”
You look over your shoulder in a not very subtle motion, before looking back at her and blinking your eyes up at the artificer, making a slow and vague hand gesture. She stares back for a few seconds, and you can swear you can hear her cogs turning.
“You-! That…” she brings a hand to wear her mouth would be, adjusting the mask embedded in her skin with an exasperated noise, adverting her gaze. “You have no decorum, coming to my place of holy work, of worship!” she sneers, turning back to you. You stare at her in silence for a few more seconds before her shoulders slump.
“You’re pathetic, why I agree to this is beyond me.” she sighs, turning from you and walking the hanging electronic components across the wall, taking one down and placing down on her desk for work.
“So is that a-”
“Yes, alright. Two days, and you’ll see of me.”
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You greet her at the bustling corner of the hall, groups of workers of all rankings squeeze through the tight corridor, coming to and from work.
It’s odd, seeing her in any context but the shrine, tucked away behind piles of machinery and so called ‘varlets’. She lingers beside you now, detached from the large intensive cabling and channeling that kept her hooked to her workplace, yet she still stands massive beside you.
“Well?”
“Oh, yes, sorry.”
You duck your head, and begin to lead the way through an under lit hallway to the dormatorium. One of thousands packed inside a panopticon-esque portion of the ship, thankfully your room isn’t too far of a walk. You glance over your shoulder as you begin up one of 4 flights of stairs; she looks around curiously, observing the massive pillar in the center of the construct, which contains hundreds of channels carrying coolant and electricity to the rest of the ship.
“Isn’t the architecture here cool?”
“The stylistic choices leave much to be desired, but it’s always interesting to see the way they supply power to such a large branch of the ship.”
You follow her gaze to the large paneling across the bottom of the floor, metal grates revealing large conduits to each quarter of the dormatorium.
“Woah, I never noticed that before-”
You trip over the uneven edge of the metal stairs, before one of her servo-arms pinched the back of your shirt, catching you before you could slip on your ass. “Thank you!”
“Perhaps you should keep an eye on your surroundings.”
It only took a few more minutes to reach your home. Maybe not, ‘home’, but it was the closest you have.
“Well… Welcome in.” you hold the door open for her, she ducks her head slightly and you realize with a twinge of embarrassment that your flat was not designed with someone of her height in mind. You look around, it was a little cramped by your standards, and your not even a particularly tall individual.
“You can go ahead and have a seat.” you motion to the single chair thats been tucked under a very precariously built table.
She carefully drags it out across the unfinished concrete floor, very cautiously lowering herself onto the rickety wood.
We really should have just done this in the offices again…
“Here’s what I found…” You mumbled, dragging up a crowded box from under your bed frame, filled near to bursting with broken and old machinery.
“Let’s get to it then.”
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She manages to drag another gasping breathe from you, your vision blurs as you insistently rut against her peg leg. A small but intricate tangle of cord, pipes, tanks, and machinery lay next to you on the concrete floor, you can hear the sound of quite air rumbling, being channeled out of the metal casket next to your shins.
“It’s simple, the mechanism is rigged to discharges high pressure gas from an air compressor, pressing a piston in the upper gas chamber here-” Hadron tapped her remaining human hand against the platinum container for the tank.
“Then the gas is discharged through an exhaust hole, the piston will reach the end of it tubing, and the gas will pass through small grooves between the piston and its surrounding walls, this leads to the piston being launched back and forth. Resulting in the vibrations.”
She paused, looking down at your disgruntled state, your hair messily splayed across your face and drool pooling at the edges of your lips as you grip the bottom of her gown for support.
“You’re not even paying attention, are you?”
You shutter as she grabs your hair, and you whine as you feel the speed of the purring against the inside of your legs slow, her mechanical claw turning down the pressure valve. “Wait-”
“I don’t know why I bother…” She gives a staticy sigh, gripping you by the scalp to keep you still from any more feverish motions.
“Let’s try again. You can prove yourself yet, what is this?”
She points to a bundle of cables connecting the tank to the small clamps that are currently stuck to the back of her leg, sending sinfully slow ripples across the wood surface. “Uh… Pneumatic tube- No, Pneumatic hose.”
She releases you, you massage the nape of your neck with your hand, the skin nearly bruised from her grasp. “Yes, though Pneumatic tubing is interesting as well, PTT is a fabulous system…” she muses, mostly to herself as she turns the knob on the tank back up. You shutter as you press back down onto her shin, hissing through your teeth as pleasure ripples up your spine.
You swallow thickly, this has been going on for nearly an hour and your body is beginning to ache.
“And this?”
She holds up a small panel covered in smaller valves and a few small screens, you open your mouth to answer before being cut off by a sharp gasp as she twists the intensity up a level.
“Ah, it’s… Um.”
Your ears ring and pressure builds in the small of your back, you grip tightly at her dress with a gasp as you try to gather your senses. “Control panel?”
“Obviously. What type?”
“I don’t… I don’t…”
She sighs, and you whine knowingly, as the speed slows to a near stop. “Noo-oo…”
“Well?”
Your head hangs and you draw in a slow whine, “I don’t know…”
Gasping, a sudden pain sparks across your skin as the thin blade like fingers of her servo-arm slapped against the soft exposed skin on your back.
“It’s a model 904-Metra, designed for basic input and output system that doesn’t require much precision.”
“Okay, I’m sorry, please...”
“Why should I? You’ve done nothing but whine and drool on me.”
You look down, sobering up for a moment and attempting to wipe up a small wet spot where your mouth met the cloth of her gown, she sighs.
“Sorry.”
“I don’t think you are.” she murmurs, the thin jaws of her servo-arm wrap around the back of your head, forcing you to stare up at her. She stares back, scrutinizing you and looking down at you in disappointment.
“Why should I even keep attempting to educate someone who refuses to listen?”
“I can listen, I promise!” you whimper, freezing as her hand grabs under your jaw, stunning you with the rare feeling of skin to skin.
“Prove it.”
You don’t think, you lean forward and press your face to the warm metal of her inner thigh, covered by the loose drapping of fabric.
“What are you…?”
You move the red gown to the side, revealing complicated and intricate mechanical parts, you butt your nose to the top of her thigh and gently press your teeth to a cable that peeks out between metal paneling. Suddenly she lets out a noise like speaker experiencing blowout, before gripping the sides of your head.
“What are you doing?” she hissed, and you wince as she manhandles you. “Was that not what you meant? Sorry, do you even have…”
She stares at you for far too long, the intense green from her gaze reflects off your cheeks before she sighs and releases you. “I… No, that’s not what I meant.” You tilt your head, the pale skin of her face, though hidden, seems pinker than normal.
“I’m sorry, I thought-”
Your interrupted suddenly as a groan is ripped from you, your hands tighten and ball up in her gown as she abruptly releases the pressure from the tank again. The small bank of machinery next to you hums alive, sending the clamps around her wooden shin humming and pulsing with vibrations.
“I think you’ve had enough to study for one day.”
A hand grabs your hair and tears your head back, forcing your eyes to meet hers.
“Ha- Had…” You whimper, hips bucking and chasing the heat that’s been pooling in your gut for the past hour.
She stares down at you, her expression forever unchanging. Maybe you’re desperate, maybe the constant gun fire and explosives of your job has given you more brain damage than you already had, but you swear you see something about her soften as you whine her name.
“Alright.”
You feel the humming even out, coming to a constant stream of vibrations and the room around you comes alive with the sound air being pressed out between metal and the jittery sound of her leg against the floor. And you soon join the noise, letting out a long whine as your whole body purrs with pleasure.
You blink wearily, swallowing thickly and catching your breathe. Pausing, you feel something sliding through your hair. Oh.
Her thin metal fingers gently trace along your scalp, ruffling and smoothing down your hair, back and forth, back and forth.
An aching warmth swells in your chest, you shut your eyes, not wanting to ruin the bliss of the moment.
The smooth gun metal finger tip skips over a fresh raised scar, you squirm for a second as she glides over it.
“And how did you go about getting this one?”
“Doing something I shouldn’t have.”
“When aren’t you?”
She sighs, and you can’t tell if you’re entirely imaging to affection in her voice.
You lift your head from her lap, propping yourself up against the wall as you stand on wobbly legs.
She watches you with counseled amusement, “Such a weak form, I could always help you with that.”
“What… like augments?”
“Something of the sort.” she muses, detaching all the clamps and messy cabling from herself and rising from the chair. You kneel down, scooping up most of the mess and dumping it on the rickety table next to you both. “So, did you want to take any of it?”
She stares down at the machinery, titling her head and humming. “Hmm, well. If I should be honest, this is all useless to me.”
“Oh.”
“However-” She turns to face you, smoothing down some creases on the front of her gown, almost abashed. “-Should you request my teachings anytime soon, I suppose you could always keep these supplies here.”
You take a second to take in the words before giving a lopsided smile.
“Alright, thank you Hadron.”
She made a non-distinguishable sound, stepping backwards towards the door of the small, cramped dwelling.
“I’ll be seeing you yet, then.”
Before you can say goodbye, the door is shut behind her.
You can’t help but feel all warm.