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Mayhem and Mecha (Kaybee and ChrisGabriel)

Kaybee

Kaybee

Supernova
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Oct 12, 2011
Location
Canada
Sometimes life doesn't end up quite how you expect...

When the Anatolian military had cancelled the Mecha project, Cerise had thought her life was just about over. She had poured years of work into it, developed no less than a dozen new technologies (or at least new spins on old technologies) to make it all come together, but at the end of the day, they'd decided it wasn't practical or worth the losses thus far and they'd pulled the plug. Sure she could have gone back, gone back into academia, suffered through aching boredom as the years of her life drained away like water down a sieve, and she almost did. She took what she could, managed to get most of the parts since she'd paid off the military with her savings, but even then she didn't have enough to get what she still needed to finish the suit and make it functional, and day after day was spent trying to find ways to make it work and failing.

Then she got the call...

Seems the government wasn't so good at keeping the project a secret after all...

Two years later and she's here. The suit is complete, courtesy of private contract that allowed her to finish construction. she had to make a few modifications for hazardous terrain, but for the most part they'd let her finish her work as she'd originally envisioned it, and not only that but they'd kept her on since when they could have kicked her to the curb. She worked repairing the suit, keeping it functional and combat ready, yet in truth, while she enjoyed the continuations of her work, she was starting to grow bored, and while the trickle of parts had been quite enough to build the missing pieces of her design, it would be years before she scraped enough together to build another whole suit at the rate she was currently going, which meant most of the time she wasn't fixing things was spent doing really nothing.

If she hadn't met Corporal Magennis... She probably would have been fine with that.

The corporal (who'd insisted Cerise call her Megan) was the pilot for the Mecha, and it had really been inevitable that they eventually meet given who was fixing her up after every mission. She was beautiful and military and untouchable in a way that both rankled and attracted the scientist, and as she'd watched after her and kept her flying, she'd also lusted just a little, and from that growing lust a seed of planned perversion had begun to hatch.

The first steps were innocuous enough, the suit's advancement was a process of constant revision and upgrading which required both money and time, only the latter of which Cerise had in plenty. She pitched the idea to the head of the company of creating a drone with the parts she had to trail the suit and stream the explorations live, and while it hadn't brought in much (watching the technology in motion was only so interesting after all and while there was the occasional fight with some alien creature or threat on the other side of the gate those often ended up on video sharing sites rather than drawing people to the stream. Still, the income was enough to justify continued operation of the drone and that in turn allowed for the next phases of Cerise' plan to begin, taking advantage of an extended downtime between missions prompted by some major damage to the suit from an acidic blast that had melted quite a bit of the armor plating.

Rather than purchase new armor (expensive to say the least), Cerise had used this as an excuse to make some changes to the design, stripping away much of the old armor and keeping only the basic system, to which she began to add back the various important parts and worked shielding into the thing instead, creating a force field around the much sleeker design. It was good work all in all, creating a machine with all the durability and firepower of the previous incarnation while doubling it's articulation and mobility and cutting it's weight in half, but it was during this that she'd installed some additions to the suit, working subtly and carefully to incorporate some interesting features into the design.

And she couldn't wait to test it out...

The systems were new enough to justify virtual testing rather than live-fire, and so she would be right on hand to help Megan through these new experiences, with the aim of eventually easing her into the life that Cerise wanted the beautiful corporal to lead...
 
And sometimes life is just like you imagined it would be.

Megan knew from a very young age that she would be just like her father, a soldier. One would call her a military brat, but what her adored father called her was a good little soldier. Lucky for her she could follow the right path, and even got accepted as a Marine. Years of studying and exercising behind it, she took to her chosen profession and life like a duck.

It helped that she was already a certified diver, and an aspiring pentathlonist by the time she finished high school. She started dreaming about becoming a pilot, so she applied and went to mix and match something no one could have imagined. An air force school with NROTC program. It being a college level education with its own military regimen, she took an extra course here and there, and was aspiring to join up something that flies. But she was put on the sidelines, as most of the old equipment to fly jets as she wanted was built for smaller and male crew in minds.

With her six feet tall lean frame and obvious feminine assets, she was put behind the more uniform and numerous male top pilots. Of course she still got airborne, but flying transports and fuel planes was not what she had in mind. She wanted to go fighting, and not pilot only drones from thousands of miles.

The newly started program about driving mechanical armored things with not only by hands, but the whole body and mind agreed with her, and she was among the first ones to start the Virtual lessons - as it seemed that the physical manifestations of what one dubbed giant robots was still on the planning stage.

Soon she was feeling more like a test pilot than a fighter, but seeing that it let her run around and occasionally fly from personal armors to whole robotic platforms fascinated her.

And of course she was a pessimist enough to count on it being discontinued, and disbanded, because she could see the cost. It not only needed a highly trained pilot, but it put said pilot into more danger than the modern war was about. And the so called mechs still had a cost similar to a full fighter plane... They would even need a whole new armory setup, next to being able to use all conventional - and some unconventional - weapons.

Who needed a walking tank, if you had a dozen ones made easily from the same money? Why would it be a god idea to put a whole arsenal into the hands of one pilot, when you can have two or three pilots guiding it?

Corporal Magennis found herself at the end of her first term, and with an option to choose Air Force or Marines for her future. Near to fighter planes, but if her starting career was any indicator, never flying the supersonic wings of death and destruction. Being an adrenaline junkie, flying on a pre-approved flight path and only doing the emergency procedures, or piloting with a sophisticated game console was no longer an option.

So, when a private military contractor asked her to suit up and go exploring and possibly fighting in a top secret command, she said yes and disappeared from the everyday life. What awaited her was cutting edge technologies, stable wormholes, aliens, and enough stressful situations that she was almost high all the time, only crashing when she had down time. Suiting up and working was now her whole life, and she would have forgot to eat and sleep if not for the inbuilt medical monitoring.

She of course agreed to be the test pilot still, and had an agreement to have a first go at any augmentation when they finally had working cybernetic prototypes. For the next five years the Company had her ass. And she had her personal armorer, Cerise, who she could always count on to preserve her life and touch up her different armors.

She had one that was almost a personalized space suit, just geared towards infiltration and surprisingly promising to fly around in some time in the future. Having able to use all military handheld hardware was always a plus.

Then there was the ACPA version, where she had to don this oversized mechanical body, but would then be able to carry and lift - and use - vehicle mounted weaponry. And not only run fast enough for a jeep, but to toss said jeep on the side if she wanted. A promised future was adding armor and strength to it to do the same as a full tank, just still be able to jump and maneuver like a person. With hands geared more towards to demolition, but still sensitive enough to lift a wounded soldier.

And finally there was planning for some transforming or modular platform that could go from ground to air and back any time, and maybe even function underwater or in space. No surprise that the new shielding was that big of a breakthrough.
 
The Revamped suit was -for a start- tighter than Megan would remember. Where the heavy armor of before had been boxy and clearly built for sturdiness this armor -though still solid- was more sleek and fit-to-form, showing hints of the corporal's curves even from inside it. A new gel layer had been installed as well though, and while from the outside a certain femininity would be apparent, it was that layer that would really lend the suit it's close embrace from within. Cerise had modified it to expand and contract as needed, where needed, ostensibly as padding against a serious physical blow (as while it was well shielded, that didn't mean the strikes couldn't end up transmitting kinetic energy that would toss the quit around) but also used it to subtly adjust certain places just a little tighter than normal once her charge was fully encased.

The suit tightened around Megan's breasts, waist, and crotch slightly, giving the sensation not unlike a skin-tight wetsuit adhering to the body and then going just that little bit tighter, ensuring that slight enduring awareness that she was wearing something and making every motion induce slight friction against skin in those places, not enough to be obvious, but just enough to -hopefully- arouse slightly. "Try moving around, controls are all the same as you remember so just work on getting used to the new weight," Cerise informed. The virtual training room was set to a nice open space with plenty of varied obstacles and ledges to allow for practice. It was a setting they hadn't used in some time as movement had long ago ceased to be a concern but the new suit's capabilities and weight changed the game of moving entirely, and besides, Cerise wanted to let the girl work up a good head of sweat and adrenaline with the suit tight around her before she proceeded any further.
 
"Good! Nice and fitting, private company money sure adds to the personalization..." Megan nodded, but when getting enclosed she grimaced and thought that she either found some less obtrusive clothes, or had something painted on to wear, as the gel padding definitely bunched up in places... And there came the feeling of being entombed in an unmoving statue, as the system slowly came online. Only able to move her eyes, the micro-movements on her face and the flexing of her muscles - mainly her fingers and throat, as subvocalization was the way for communication.

While she did not needed to sound out every small line on the startup process, but at least the first time she commented, reading from her HUD across the faceplate - but even more data was scrolling on the separated outside system monitors. At least her previous settings was saved and now loading, programming in the sensitivity, strength, and area of comfortable movement for the motorized parts. She was tall, but more lean than the men, so she really found the revamped suit favorable to the basic unit she had the luck to drive around, and for interchangeability it would be usable for others too. This one would need a full change of the new gel setting to be usable by anyone but her...

"I find it a little tight in places, you should consider setting it up with clothes in mind, or create some kind of uniform film suit to wear... I do not want the surprise to have to get out of it while I am naked." Megan said it in a jest, but was thinking about how it would feel on her naked skin.

Up until she started doing the callenestics to test the reactions and the movement of the suit. Walking, squatting, jumpin up and skipping in every direction Megan could feel the padding holding her, not chafing or biting into her skin - what she felt was akin to wearing a corset or bodice that had a crotch piece too. But it still pinched up her clothes, with what she was wearing that really was a minimalist military short with a T-shirt, she left her shoes outside after seeing the insides.

"It is heavier? Does not feel like... Less bulky, but the movements need some tweaking... or just needs to be run in." and she started to do just that, a run, that would soon become an obstacle course as she tried to use the training room and the suit capabilities to the max.

She was really getting worked up, but breathing was harder because the corseted feeling. Slowing down to a stop, and panting, she tried to open up and let some heat dissipate, before chucking out her sweaty top. "Sorry. Too hot, too sweaty, maybe the padding needs to be cleaned after this, but I just can't breath..."
 
"Really? The new suit should be keeping it comfortable... I'll look at it once we're done, will this impede you in testing?" The response came in the form of a series of basic exercises within the virtual training area and Cerise nodded to herself, monitoring vital statistics, noting the tightness was bringing a few additional problems with the pilot as she moved. Range of motion looked good, but the way it was compressing her chest was perhaps a bit much...

As Megan came to a stop, Cerise stepped into the lift that would take her down to the floor of the training area. "Just open the back and let yourself breathe for a moment, I'll come down and have a look at it," the suit had been carefully calibrated to Megan's measurements, with a slight allowance for an undersuit but not much in the way of space for full clothing.

Cerise made a show of examining the front of the suit, adjusting base pressure levels so as to not constrict quite so much while still leaving enough to make some adjustments here and there. "It's just the top then? No discomfort in the hips or thighs?" She prodded Megan with questions and some information as she spoke. "We do have an undersuit to wear instead of clothes but it's not quite ready for field use yet, we can't figure out how to make the material fully opaque. She kept the eagerness from her voice, masking it with uncertainty. "I mean you could certainly try it, it's ready for use, just not quite decent," The technician frowned, tapping her pen against her teeth before making a few final adjustments on her tablet interfaced with the suit. "Should be a little more loose, but whether or not you go for the undersuit I'm going to need you to take your bra off, I've lessened the tightness a little bit but it's just not really meant to have underwear worn in it, you can keep a Tee or a tank-top, but no bra."

Once the issues of clothing were sorted, they could try again from the top, suit loosened to give a little more breathing room but still able to squeeze and tease ever so slightly. The trick now wasn't doing it constantly any more but rather building it into the natural motions of the suit, adding a little mechanical assistance to the pressures gravity would already be putting on the girl. A squeeze of her breasts here, a brief pressure against Megan's womanhood there, maybe Cerise could even sneak a bit of vibration in occasionally if she was subtle about it... "Lets warm up again and see how it fits now, then we can hopefully move on to weapons and shield testing."
 
Happy with the small respite, Megan tried streching inside the robotic armor. "You mean, the undersuit is see-through?!" she was quite surprised. "Does it have to be from that material? It has any other use than just to wear under the suit and still be clothed when out of it?" not really understanding the problem of making it in different colors or fully obscuring, Megan did not cared. for now.

"You are right. Maybe it is a little bit constricting in other places too... But lets finish with the range of movements, and basic capacity before I get out to change clothes for the combat capabilities testing..." She was not eager to get naked or be seen like nothing on under the armor, but if the following part showed any discomfort, she would give a try to that undersuit before the dangerous part. No one wants to misfire because bunched up panties...

Also, as she commenced with the movement testing, she found out the hard way how disruptive the clothed or naked option could be. She felt the extra prodding and groping from the shock absorbing pads... maybe she put on some weight in the last weeks after her measurements was taken?
 
"It's made of fairly advanced synthetics and it has some electronics built into it to ensure that it doesn't interfere with the controls" Cerise explained primly. "But yes... It's a little see through, Not completely of course, just... Enough..." She flushed a little, playing up embarrassment at the 'shortcomings' of her suit. Coloring the thing was no problem, but with the way they'd designed the material, it still had a certain sheer quality to it, like a wet t-shirt, made all the worse by the fact that it stubbornly clung to the skin once fully suited up.

She would have loved to see the pilot in it there and then, but that could wait until she was ready for it. Once Megan had refreshed herself, they took the course from the top again, Cerise busying herself with the very picture of studious regulation as she watched a series of technical readouts fluctuate with Megan's efforts. Of course the control interfaces for the padding that allowed her to subtly molest the pilot as she bounded and bounced about the virtual training area were attached to those technical readouts and she was really more focused on making use of those in every situation she could think of as long as Megan remained unawares. She would come up with an algorithm to do it automatically later in order to maintain consistency but for the moment, the technician was simply having too much fun groping the lovely pilot by proxy to let that be turned over to a machine just yet.

Only once the warm-up exercises were complete did Cerise let her adjustments cease as well. "Alright Megan, you want to change while we prepare the room for live fire testing?" The undersuit was a misty grey color and would fit the pilot snugly enough that while taken individually the material was neither sheer nor fitting enough to be scandalous with simply one of the two, the combined effect was impressive to say the least. "At the very least I can help you into the suit myself if you want, no technicians around to see you or anything until you're safely in the Robot?" She offered, perhaps a lack of other eyes might make it easier for Megan to dispense with some of her unnecessary dignity...
 
A little dizzy with the unarmored movement, and somewhat aroused from the occasional on-the-spot groping, Megan do not think about it too much. "I will manage, I think. But I will holler if the undersuit is too hard to pull on..." Taking the greyish material with her to the closest changing room she divested herself of all clothes, and tried to clean up and dry her sweaty and moist body... Then getting the snug material on.

Maybe she ought to use some lotion or powder, for it was a fight to get it on and situated the right way... and maybe she really put on some weight, as it hugged her curves a little too good. Anyway, she wuld do it herself, if not for any hard to reach adjustment, but if she could walk in it, then clothes abowe it until she reached the mech - and asked for any needed help from the technician girl, Cerise.

For Megan has more self conscience than dignity when it came to her tall, lean muscled, small breasted body, more so now, when she was not sure how that perceived extra weight looked like. When close to her new mech, she would easily forget about it while she felt herself clothed - and not seeing herself in any mirrors when divesting herself of the upper clothes.
 
Cerise watched anyways, hidden cameras in the changing room affording her an additional view, streamed to her tablet. Megan didn't have much heft to her body, but tall and slender with powerful tone to her muscles, she was still a treat to look at, and besides, she had plans that could help the warrior take that figure from 'impressive' to 'perfect' in her eyes. She'd probably even thank me for it. She considered as she tucked a lock of hair behind her ear, a smirk at the obvious discomfort on her pilot's face.

Opening a new page on her screen, she scribbled a few notes into a new idea file, then saved it to her private server. A treatment to help boost her Megan's reaction times and interfacing skill, plus a few other enhancements and one or two carefully tailored 'side effects' would do nicely.

Closing the document, she brought her attention back to her plaything. "Ready to start?" Her fingers itched to get her back into the suit, to play with her body again, even if only by proxy. And with the weapon systems active she'd have some entirely new things to play with too...
 
"Able and ready! Let me drink some electrolites before I get fully parched." Megan was stretching in the skintight bodysuit, not seeing herself, just feeling the snug dress. "Just like a second skin. If I did not know I am wearing it, I would feel all naked!" she joked, before looking down and blushing. She could not only feel her arousal, but see the hard nipples protruding through, and a camel toe too, as the material fit snugly on her hairless naked sex too.

Jumping at the opening of the mechanized suit, she was happy to just slide right in. "Much easier to slide home!" she grinned, forgetting her discomfort because of her obvious arousal, as the comfort of the two suits made it almost good enough to sleep in it. "Buckle up!" she started the close up sequence, looking forward the live firing... At least she had something to concentrate on instead of how her body was ready for all kinds of stressfull activity.
 
Cerise stilled her expression to keep from smiling entirely too widely at the little crack about being near naked. If she thought that was bad...

She let the thought trail off as Megan slipped into the suit again, moving a little too eagerly to take up the monitoring once more. As the suit sealed it tightened once more, with the less flexible fabrics replaced by the elastic piloting gear she'd designed, the suit's interior was able to mold even more closely to Megan's body, encircling her breasts to the point where it even pinched lightly as it shaped itself to her hardened nipples, to say nothing of the little ridge that formed itself perfectly to her cameltoe, snugging in between her pussylips and pressing against her entrance and clit.

"Powering weapons." The little vibration that ran through the suit as the offensive systems powered on was entirely unnecessary but she let it happen, subtly tightening the suit's grip on Megan as it went through even. Then she flicked her fingers, bringing up the ranges holographic targets. "Take a few test shots?"

The vibration was one thing, but when the weapons fired, little 'shorts' sent tiny pinpricks of electricity dancing across Megan's body, immediately followed by another pulse of vibration. "Keep firing, destroy the targets as they appear." Cerise ordered, her internal smirk widening.
 
The tightening of the suit was dismissed from Megan's mind with the notion that the undersuit must be more fitting... it wasn't unconfortable after all... Well, unconfortable in a whole different way when the weapons sysrems powered up. The munitions sliding into place, the servos buzzing, the target seeking sensors and the laser aiming ... All needing energy and small movements, and it felt like it all happen ed on her skin, not on the armor.

*Really, this is more sensory information than needed!* Megan grumbled, as her nipples pressed even harder against what felt like small cones for just this or even more. Then as she moved, it felt like she was not just riding in an armored suit, but sitting in a narrow racing bicycle. *Saddled up indeed!* she moaned, when she felt all that horse power between her legs that her suit provided.

Starting the target shooting provided her the worse numbers and the most spent cartridges ever. She just could not stop pulling the tigger until all weapons was empty, and while the computer targeting helped a lot, she just could not concentrate on what she really aimed at. All in all, it was not that bad of shooting, and Cerise would have to really try to get the same, but for a military brat and experienced armor pilor, it was like she was back in training, her first time in an uncalibrated suit...

"GOODDD DAMMMNNN!" she moaned and cursed at the same time, panting, when the last shots was fired and the suit stood still, just cooling off and ventillating all the heat.
 
"Are you okay?" Concern in her voice masking the smirk on her lips as Cerise manipulated the suit with one hand and tabbed through the results of the test with the other. The thrumming vibrations and pressure were reduced to a low hum as the weapons cycled, giving Megan a moment of relief from the pleasurable assault, though it did not abate entirely. "That spread wasn't bad for a rookie, but you're a veteran."

"Do you want me to try and activate some of the assistance routines to help you familiarize yourself again?"

A faint hum as she added pleasure with that suggestion. "Or we could call it for this testing, I've got a few other pieces of equipment I'd like you to get to, bits to show off to certain investors..." The military was their primary source of funds but Cerise was in talks with a few... Other potentially interested parties. Parties who were a lot more interested in seeing a lot more of Megan's body along with that suit.

"Or we could call it a day for now, I've already got a whole list of adjustments to make to the new armor."
 
"I think the interior is not insulated enough from the currents and vibrations. Or maybe the sensitivity went way up? Try to add more proofings all over, inside and out. If any detectors or the enemy can lock on all these wild surges, ... , oh, wait. Nobody would care for search and rescue type missions, but all these weapons tell me, sometime they want to use it in combat..."

Megan was blabling too much for her usual controlled self. But she can't help it, she was still high strung, and just slowly calming down. "I think I will see what you tweak with it, and then tun the routines again, next time... But I am not ready to call it a day, lets see those other equipment, and please the inventors..." of course she really did not knew what it would contain... or show off...
 
"Well, we've got a couple of frames." She offered with a smile as she ran the shutdown sequence, "They aren't meant for combat, one's an exploration suit while the other is basically a power loader." They were technological marvels, especially considering the limits of her available materials, but they were also more than suited to her own personal tastes. She helped Megan out of the current suit and led the way towards another testing ground, one that had been thus-far unused.

"No need to change for the power loader, but you'll need to get naked again for the exploration suit." It was designed to fit almost as closely as the undersuit itself after all, there was simply no room for two layers in that thing.

The loader frame was little more than a mechanical skeleton. It would latch tightly around Megan, yet unlike the main duty mech, this one had been stripped down, the armor and shield emitters were gone, leaving only the bare minimum of struts needed to brace the suit around the body. Her crotch was covered of course, a band around her hips locking the armor in place there, but her breasts -clung to tightly by the undersuit- would be practically on display as the bands that locked around her ribcage and collarbone did nothing to cover her chest itself.

The exploration suit on the other hand was fully covering, even if it was extremely sheer and clung to her tightly enough to leave even less to the imagination than the undersuit did, conforming to everything from her faintly protruding nipples to the cleft of her womanhood. It was also sleek, slippery, designed to let her slither through almost any crack with neither injury nor difficulty.

While Megan made her choice of which to try first, Cerise spun up the cameras, setting them to record to the company server this time. She'd show off the capabilities of the suits and Megan's lovely body at the same time~
 
"That... exploration suit looks more for exploring who is in it..." Megan realised, while getting into the power loader frame.Yes, she was excited, but she was there to work, and there was a job she needed to do. "Okay, lets give this frame the run-down..." she tried to forgot all about the exploration suit, not even sure if she would try it on - except in the bedroom, of course, alone, for now.

But the power-frame looked and felt all right, and would greatly accentuate the wearer's strenght and stability... and as she realized it too late, it was nicely framing her boobs and ass too. Maybe it was planned for a male user? But then, the crotch piece would be a little too snug, as even she could feel herself resting against it. And it was before the whole thing powered fully up and she started moving!
 
Cerise didn't mind that Megan had opted not to go for the exploration suit. she'd had a wonderfully entertaining course planned for testing its capabilities, but her dear pilot wasn't quite ready for it. Still, the loader was a show all of it's own, and demonstrations were easy enough.

"Go try picking up those crates." She offered, indicating a handful of shipping containers, easily a ton each. The suit would render the weight that Megan bore more comparable to that of a particularly large empty cardboard box, though it would shift and tighten around her as it assisted her lift. "Lift, carry, toss them around a little, show off what you're capable of with that thing." She let the wide angle camera track the performance while she manipulated a smaller narrow angle lens for close ups, both of Megan's abilities and of the way the suit accentuated her body. The former video would be distributed one way while the latter would be released later, passed off as some closeups from the former, to catch the sight of other interests in her projects~
 
"Okay..." Megan did not understood why she should be juggling with the heavy, dangerous boxes, but she tried all the movements she could, well, except the irresponsibly dangerous ones. As in, lifting the crates abowe her head, or starting to really juggle them. But she had fun building different towers, even tried to climb them. Trying out the dead lift capabilities by lifting more than one container, then the movemet, as in turning around with them... She even went for speed one time, carrying and repositioning all of the boxes. "It needs some kind of leveling laser, and a more easy positioning system for wherever they get to be used finally."

Megan got really worked up, and now she could take a little rest. "Okay, do we have anything more to do today? What about I take a shower and a little nap?" of course she was fidgeting, and warmed up to do whatever she could for her itch... under the shower or in her bunk soon.
 
She was a little disappointed, the suit was more than capable of making all the feats she'd suggested possible so to see Megan being so quiet and careful was something of a letdown. Still, it was impressive even as it was, and the way the suit dug in as it braced against her, outlining her body with every demonstration of it's power. The suggestions were disappointingly practical as well but Cerise was too busy pulling the best angle of the way the girdle ground between Megan's legs to be too frustrated.

She'd train the girl well, all it would take was time.

"Well there is the other suit, but if you're tired we can get to that tomorrow." She finally allowed with a smile. All in all, it had been a productive day. Tomorrow, she hoped to make even more progress~...
 
"Well, maybe after my shower I will feel more ready to tackle that one... What that is supposed to be? And capable of?" Megan had fun with the power loader. But playing with boxes did not tell how it worked with other shapes and places, and different weights... "Hey, maybe you should upgrade the weight sensors too, in this one, and get us a more realistic trial with real baggage to move. Ask the bosses, maybe..."

She realy did not knew what the future hold, but for now a shower and some down time.. play time in secret... would be good to calm her down.
 
"I'll look into it. The exploration suit is a slimmed down version, meant for getting through tight spaces. It still has self contained power modules, so it should be useful in caving and underground or underwater rescue scenarios." She tapped through a list on her tablet. "The reduced weight also let me design a slimmed down flight unit for emergencies as well as experimental stealth technology I'm calling 'Active Camouflage'."

Meanwhile, Cerise activated her cameras to watch Megan's shower. These were far less official than the testing records for obvious reasons, entirely existing for her own personal entertainment. She might release some of them in the future, but for now...
 
... for now, those cameras showed Megan, - Corporal Magennis if one was not a friendly co-worker like Cerise -, making a good lathe of soap all over her naked body... Not shaved, but a bikini cut, and small puffs of fur in her armpits, he really warmed up with the hot water, and was soon massaging her own breasts and stroking her sides and thighs with the other hand. Letting the shower head spray on her ass... Until it was no longer enough, and the stroking hand dipped between her legs, and she turned around to get the water tingle her tits... She obviously was high strung already, for she came in three minutes top.

Then languidly cleaning up and luxuriating in the shower, until the beeper sounded that she used up enough hot water, water, and time... So, Megan dried herself and - seeing that her clothes was already in the laundry, and that she went to the shower room in the suit - in only a towel, with another around her hair, she left the communal bathroom of the base. Getting into her room - which she did not had to share with anyone -, the mech pilot was soon power napping.
 
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