"Manual suggests keeping it away from other men, interactions can cause a net-error or something, so we set up a house for you in the suburbs. It's Canada, so I mean, how bad can it be?" He says, train the robot he says, it won't bring in a new age of fucking robot domination he says. You grumble to yourself as the helicoptor takes you over the mountains to the middle of fucking nowhere. It's on auto-pilot, hardly any vehicles these days need a man to drive them, Christ you hate the fucking age of robotics.

The crate sits in front of you, taking up a decent part of the already small passenger's area of the helicoptor. A lock holds it closed, and one of these keys in your hand will open it.

You're used to boring rides to remote third-world countries like Canada, but normally you'd at least have time to shoot the shit with the rookies in your company. Today it's just you, the fucking in the helicoptor and the fucking robot in the crate. You try out keys on the lock until you find the one that works, and you pry the crate open.

It stands upright, eyes closed, definitely looks female, but you'd rather not attach gender to it. You lost a good friend of yours to some honey-trap machine once, he retired from the company after falling in love with some robo-gina when legalization of A.I. marriage was instated by the proud north. Her artificial skin is...

>Dark
>Pale
>Silver

...And its artificial body is built...

>Like a mature woman
>Like a college girl
>Like a little girl

>>31983555
Dark

College Girl

>>31983555
>Dark
>Like a mature woman

>>31983555
>Pale
>Like a little girl

Maximum creep

>>31983555
>Like a college girl

>Silver

>>31983555
>Pale
>Like a little girl

IT BEGINS

>>31983555
Silver and college girl.

>>31983555
>Dark
>Like a mature woman

>>31983555
silver college girl

>>31983555
>Pale

>Like a college girl

>>31983555
>Pale
>Like a little girl

>>31983555
>Dark
>Like a college girl

>>31983555
>>Dark
>>Like a college girl

delicious brown

>>31983555
>Pale
>Like a little girl

>>31983555
>Pale
>Like a little girl

>>31983545
>Dark
>Like a mature woman

Counting.

I am ashamed at how quickly responses are coming in.

>>31983555
>Silver
>Like a little girl

>>31983555
>Pale
>College Girl

>>31983766
We all are

>>31983555
>Dark
>Like a mature woman

>>31983766
>I am ashamed at how quickly responses are coming in.
Throwing an extra vote in for pale since it's apparently a tie by my provisional vote.

>>31983555
>>Pale
>>Like a little girl

>>31983555
>pale
>like a college girl

>Dark
>Like a College girl

>>31983555
>Dark
>Like a mature woman

>>31983555
>Pale
>Like a little girl

So much samefagging.

>>31983555
>Pale
>Like a little girl

>>31983766
For your help:

Dark
>>31983600
>>31983642
>>31983673
>>31983690
>>31983720
>>31983755

Pale
>>31983644
>>31983659
>>31983685
>>31983687
>>31983729
>>31983754

Silver
>>31983649
>>31983666
>>31983684

Mature
>>31983642
>>31983673
>>31983755

College
>>31983600
>>31983649
>>31983666
>>31983684
>>31983685
>>31983690
>>31983720

Little Girl
>>31983644
>>31983659
>>31983687
>>31983729
>>31983754

Pale/Dark were tied when you called it, first vote after was pale (>>31983785). College Girl takes it.

>>31983879
Some faggot really wants his pasty loli.

Why the hell are people still voting, the vote is over

Stop already

>>31983766
You had a really good op image.

So I voted pale/college to try and keep the op image.

>>31983925
>players in lowest common denominator quest act like retards
What a surprise.

please no fucking loli. pls

>>31983925
Because waiting only 10 minutes for the first vote in a new quest is bullshit?
I wanted a little brown girl, goddamnit.

>>31983766
It was inevitable. I knew exactly what I was spawning the moment I typed "waifu upgrade trees".

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>>31983979
Here's a consolation prize.

>>31983947
>lowest common denominator quest
Which kind was that again? Kind of hard to guess when the lowest common denominator and the average quality is the same.

>>31984066
Waifushit.

>>31984066
The kind with waifu in the title.

Returning in about 10 minutes. Got a friend over.

>>31984129
And then OP vanished forever because he's a fucking tease

>>31984210
off busted a nut, we'll never see him again

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Post some CLANG CLANG CLANG while we're waiting.

>>31984331
>bandages
>on metal
Why?

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>>31984384
Read "Latin" and find out why.

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>>31984331

Is this enough clangs?

>>31984418
Nah, don't care enough.

>>31984418
What?

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>>31984331

>>31984458
>>31984447
http://mangapark.com/manga/latin

Just read it. It's a oneshot.

quest kill RIP it's all it deserved.

Its artificial skin is pale on a body more fit of some barely legal school girl instead of a machine built to fight. Canada shouldn't have left Japan in charge of technology aesthetics, how could anyone trust something like this in the field.

You take out from your pockets the manual that your commander handed to you, flipping it open and skimming over instructions. You're not much for reading, but you've seen more than a few men get their heads blown off from skipping the manual.

'To toggle on and off your WAIFU, reach into her mouth and flip the switch in the far back. We recommend a wake up kiss to turn her on and a good night kiss to turn her off, teehee. <3'

You toss the manual to the ground and spit on it. You go and pry the machine's mouth open with your fingers, you stick your index inside and feel around for the switch. With a flip, the eyes pop open. You pull your hand back quickly, afraid of having your fingers bitten off.

Her eyes lit up bright and white, matching her loose short hair. Her mouth didn't move, but a monotone voice came out of it.

"It is good to meet you new master. We will be beginning the personality input shortly. Please tell me what you want me to be."

Robots, disgusting.

Her chest springs open and a small computer screen displays prompts on it. You hover over the options with your finger.

Eyes...

>Blue
>Green
>Black
>Brown
>Write-In

Hair...

>Blonde
>Brown
>Black
>Write-In

Will count in about 10.

>>31984655
Green eyes
Red hair

My apologies, it was a surprise visit and I had to spend some time entertaining. Just sent them off, I'll try to run fast and long. Also I apologize for the char-gen, I don't usually like it but it seemed appropriate for this.

>>31984655
>>Green

>>Black

>>31984655
Green eyes and black hair.

>>31984685
Char-gen is fun, but it's more satisfying when it's for a longer game than a one-shot.

>>31984655
>Green

>Black

>>31984655
>Blue
>Blonde
angel waifu

>>31984655
>pale, little girl won

dropped like the piece of shit it is.

>>31984655
Blue eyes, Black hair

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>>31984655
Install speech impediment and eyebrows module.

But in all seriousness
>Green
>Black

>>31984655
How am I supposed to decide on hair color before personality? You dense motherfucker!

>Blue eyes
>Blonde hair

>>31984721
Pale college girl you tard.

>>31984655
>Red
>White

>>31984655
>Blue with pink loveheart irises
>RED ONES GO FASTAH
>>31984716
hitler pls
>>31984721
>barely legal
lrn2read
>>31984729
Quest, insult to Chaika. Do not want.

>>31984655
seconding >>31984753

We albino now

So what personality should we give her?

Kind tomboy?

>>31984655
>Canada shouldn't have left Japan in charge of technology aesthetics, how could anyone trust something like this in the field.

You amuse me OP.

>>31984655
eyes
>green
hair
>Red

>>31984655
>Black
>Black

>>31984813
pls go and stay go

Counting. Jesus you guys vote fast.

>>31984835
Anon, this quest has [cyberpunk] or [space] or [other future elements].

This is fluff's natural habitat. Telling him to go is like walking into the ocean and telling the parasitic lampreys to go and stay go.

>>31984655

>Prismatic-purple eyes.
Like the kind that you can enjoy without being high.
>Platinum hair.
Whatever that color is.

>>31984810
Malkavalian

>>31984895
Did you mean Machiavelli?

>>31984933
No I mean like the clan of vampires, I just misspelled the name

>>31984963
I was afraid you'd say that...

>>31984986
What fun is there in having a robot if she isn't buggerfuck insane?

Green eyes, black hair. You don't remember her name, but you were always a fan of a celebrity with those traits.

After clicking the buttons, her eyes take on colour and from her roots, her hair goes from a pure white to a pitch black.

"Good choice master. We are nearly done here. You will have to select a hair length..."

>Short
>Medium
>Long

No bald option huh.

"...And pick one of each set of the following factors to determine my base personality. If you wish to buy more, please visit our site at..."

Great, downloadable content. The future is grim.

>Pick one from each block...
>...Gentle
>...Rough

>...Lazy
>...Earnest

>...Pure
>...Lewd

>>31985029
long
rough
lazy
pure

>>31985029
>...Rough
>...Earnest
>...Pure

Probably ending the count on this one a bit earlier to make up for how late I was. I promise there'll only be one more chargen block.

>>31985029
She's a loli, right? Even though the vote was for college?

Short

Rough
Lazy
Pure

Tomboy is go

>>31985029
>Long
Himecut pls.
>Gentle
>Lazy
>Pure

>>31985080
Himecut is shit.

>>31985029
>Long
>...Rough
>...Earnest
>...Pure

>>31985029
Medium, Rough, Earnest, Lewd.

>>31985073
College body. No loli. My apologies, I should've used better wording.

>>31985029
>Medium

>Rough
>Earnest
>Lewd

>>31985073
SHE IS NOT A LOLI
HOW THE FUCK IS BARELY LEGAL A FUCKING GODAMN COCKSUCKING LOLI?

>>31985055
Changing my personality votes to >>31985073

But keeping the medium hair.

>>31985029
>Medium
>...Rough
>...Earnest
>...Pure

>>31985029
>Long

>Rough

>Earnest

>Lewd

>>31985113
Please delete your previous vote.

>>31985029
Gentle
Earnest
Pure

>>31985111
It's Canada and it's the future.

>>31985029
>Long
>...Rough
>...Earnest
>...Lewd

>>31985111
Nigger, where I come from a college girls are a hell of a lot older than barely legal, a good three to five years older

>>31985029
>>Short

>>31985029
>>Pick one from each block...

>>...Rough

>>...Lazy

>>...Lewd

>>31985159
A first year college student is generally eighteen, which is barely legal, you fucking tard.

Loli is like 10.

>>31985029
>Medium
>...Rough
>...Earnest
>...Pure

>>31985029
>Long
>...Rough
>...Lazy
>...Lewd

>>31985029
>Long
>Gentle
>Earnest
>Pure

>>31985159
>girls go straight from loli to college age

No.

>>31985029
>Medium
>...Rough
>...Earnest
>...Pure

>>31985029
>Long
>...Rough
>...Earnest
>...Pure

>>31985029
>Short
>Rough
>Ernest
>Lewd

>>31985171
Must suck living in dumbfuckistan

>>31985029
>...Gentle
>...Earnest
>...Lewd
ez modo

Counting.

>>31985215
Sorry for living in a civilized country rather than inbredland.

>>31985215
You'd know better than me.

>>31985171
Seriously, where the fuck do you live? Age of consent is below 16 in most places.

>>31985029
>Long
>...Rough
>...Earnest
>...Lewd

>>31985218
+ >Long

>>31985236
'Murika

It's 18 over here.

>>31985247
It actually varies from state to state. None of them go below 16, though.

>>31985292
When talking about "barely legal," 18 is the guideline in the US. Porn of 17 year olds is a no-go.

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>No miniclang option

For shame.

>>31985236
Up here in Canada age of consent is 18, assuming age of consent hasn't changed in this setting a barely legal person would look close to an 18-year old person.

>>31985324
There was a busou shinki quest at some point but it never got past ten threads.

It's on suptg if you want to check it out.

>>31985232
>AoC lower than adulthood
>inbred
How the fuck do you figure that, imbecile?

>>31985319
I am aware of that. I just thought we were only talking about age of consent, not age of...what would you call that? Is there a term for "old enough to legally appear in pornography"?

>>31985341
Uh
AoC in canada is 16, dude, up from 14 in 2008.
18 is just in regards to sexually exploitative acts.
You cant consent to appear in porn til 18.

>>31985380
Even talking about age of consent in Pedoland, a 16 year old is not a loli.

>>31985380
I'm not sure what the term would be. I'm aware age of consent is technically it's own thing, but let's face it, this is a porn quest.

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>>31985369

I know, it was so-so but it's a shame to see it gone.

>>31985391
I'm not the anon arguing that it was a loli. I was just making a factual correction to the statement that age of consent was 18.

>>31985247
>It's 18 over here.
>>31985319
>18 is the guideline in the US
Can't keep your story straight.

>>31985392
>this is a porn quest.
You fucks voted for pure, so it almost certainly isn't

>>31985380
>Is there a term for "old enough to legally appear in pornography"?
Adulthood.

>>31985438
All the laws vary by state, including shit like murder and statutory rape. Some states have AoC at 16, some have it at 18.

>>31985451
And a lot of the ones that say 16 only really apply if all participants are within a year or two in age. So if 20-something anon goes and fucks a 16 year old, well have fun in jail pedoscum.

>>31985451
Which makes idiotanon's claim that it was 18 in America an even more stupid lie, and "it's a guideline" even worse a copout.

Her black hair grows smoothly out, coming down to the top of her butt at the back and the top of her eyes at the front evenly. It might get in the way in the field but you can pin it back later.

Rough, earnest and pure. You pick the options that you look for in a soldier, can't have her robo-raping... other robots.

"It's about time you finished picking, we should hurry up and get to work. And please avert your eyes, I'm still undressed... speaking of which," The robot steps out from the crate, pushing just past you and turning around, she gestures for you to look into it.

A few outfits are hanging inside, none of them are... exactly professional. Again, you blame those Japanese bastards.

"I'll need you to pick one master, I can't be landing naked."

>Maid
>Nurse
>Office Lady
>Write-In

You point one out and she goes to get dressed, you turn your head uninterested in watching...

"Oh by the way, you still haven't given me a name have you."

You don't want to get too familiar to this thing, you say the first name that comes to mind.

"Galatea. That's a... decent choice I guess." She says. A robot girl with milk-white skin. Now you just need to make sure you don't get as giddy as a Greek around her.

You hear her changing behind your back.

>>31985502
>Maid

>>31985502
>write in

Tiger skin bikini

I don't know if it'll help curb the conversation, but assume she's built to appear in her late teens-early twenties. I took the liberty to pick a name since name choices in chargen is always a giant mess, hope you don't mind.

>>31985502
>Office Lady
It's the most respectable of the outfits. We'll have to buy her some proper training clothes later, though.

>>31985502
>Office Lady
We're a professional soldier, fucking act like it.

>>31985502
>write-in
Athlete, sports bra+bike shorts.

Or any swimwear like >>31985529 voted.

>>31985502
>>Write-In
A t-shirt and no pants.

Or a t-shirt and jeans, idgaf.

>>31985529
Fucking this.

>>31985502
>Maid

Maid outfits have been scientifically proven to be an optimal choice for combat scenarios.

>>31985502
>Office lady

>>31985502
>>Office Lady

>>31985502
>Nurse

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>>31985502
>Maid

But we're getting her casual clothes later, okay?

>>31985502
>Maid
Combat Maids are all the rage

Counting.

>>31985502
>Maid
Gokigenyou, motherfucker.

>>31985502
>>Maid
Too late?

>Maid

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>>31985529
oh gods yes! so much this!

>>31985534
grrr, rawr, i so mind!

>>31985628
We can dream, we can dream

>>31985502
>Latex Spy

dat operator hnng time

>>31985502
>Maid

>>31985628
Eat shit, fluff.

>>31985712
YOU DARE DISRESPECT THE TIGER SKIN BIKINI?

You turn around and see Galatea in a french maid outfit, the design is modest for the most part but there's some accentuation in the chest. She even has the little band on her head.

You really don't want to be seen with her.

"Geez, you really like this kind of stuff huh..." She scans over herself, "Well, I guess I'm your personal maid from now on... don't get any ideas though." She points two fingers to her eyes then to yours.

You don't bother protesting, this mission is ridiculous but you're a professional, it's no good getting riled up around trainees and robot or not, you need to treat her as one.

"So that completes the basic activation process, through the coming 28 days I will be inquiring on how I can better serve so be prepared, alright? Now, what's my first order."

You explain to her the mission, thankful that she's ready to get straight to work. About half your recruits fuck around acting like big-shots until you put them in line.

"Mercenary!? I hardly have any combat parts equipped!"

You take one of your many guns off its hoister and toss it to her, that should be good enough for combat parts.

"We will be docking in Vancouver soon. Please fasten yourself to your seats." A mechanical voice comes from the speakers in the corners.

>CONT

Votes were tied by maid came right after, I will make sure she cycles through a few different outfits to pander everyone.

>>31985816
Meh, cosplay robo quest is pretty okay I guess.

>>31985712
you go and stay go! do not mock the tiger skin bikini!

>>31985881
now that, I can agree with

>>31985881
Hi I am a young adult and I don't get the reference.

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>>31985816
Just remember guys, we can go clothes shopping.

But this is her work uniform and we are keeping it.

>>31985881
>you go and stay go
No, retard. That's what everyone says to you.

>>31985954
>everyone
Personally, I actually kinda like fluff.

You hop into your seat and reach for your belt. Galatea looks around panicked as the helicopter starts to descend, shaking lightly. These machine-manned helicopters have a 99.99% success rate of landing in peaceful docks, you hope that the 0.01% isn't happening...

"Eek! What's going on here! Are we falling!?
WHY'RE WE FALLING!?" The helicopter isn't really shaking that badly, but still she grabs a hold of you to keep balance, maybe it'd have been better to activate her after landing.

You shove her onto the seat beside her and do her belt with one hand, a special talent you picked up during an aerial assault against Scientologia.

The helicopter lands safely just short moments, and you undo both belts before standing up.

"Ahem. I will make sure that doesn't happen again master." Galatea stands up with a wobble. You open the helicopter door and hop out.

You seem to have landed in the middle of... a public park. Children stand around looking at you with open mouths, mothers grab them and try to hurry them away, your commander has been cutting corners again.

Thump. Galatea topples out of the helicopter behind her. It starts to fly away, the wind coming off of it as it lifts blows up the back of her skirt, it seems like the container came with panties.

You tell her to get up as you pull out a map, your residence seems to be near here, guess they couldn't install a proper landing spot there.

>CONT

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>>31985954
and your shit posting isn't going to make me go away.
>>31985905
pic is what started to me why the tiger skin bikini is so awesome

>>31986032
Maybe if you stopped being a colossal faggot people wouldn't direct shitposts at you.

>>31985978
thank you.

>>31985978
He's an annoying cunt.

>>31985978
You actually like his retarded antics?

>>31985993
Your writing quality is slipping.

>>31986032
that is who I was thinking of when I wrote tiger skin bikini

>>31986049
He isn't shit posting, you are ass hole.

"Grrgrgr! You should have picked me up when I fell! What kind of man tells a lady to get up and starts walking off?" Galatea yells at you as you turn a corner.

You like to think of yourself a gentleman, but robots aren't ladies.

"Ahem. Anyways, master." She changes her tone quickly, trying to capture an earnest image. "Where are we going?"

You take a few steps forward then thumb off to the side, Galatea turns her head and her eyes widen.

A small suburban household, modesty built but beautifully designed, a small walkway leads up from the side walk to the door surrounded by spaced out flower bushes. A rocking chair sits at the front, the commander is probably taking a jab at you being middle-aged, but he's even older.

"Oooh, it's beautiful! Are we living here?" She claps her hands together and turns her head to you. You nod and lead the way.

You open the door revealing the humble abode inside, already furnished with a sweet smell drifting about. You turn around to face her where she waits, her hands in front of her lap rubbing together.

Come to think of it, you haven't done a proper introduction yet have you? You tell her your name and rank, holding out your hand to shake hers.

She reaches a hand forward, but hesitates when her fingertips come close to yours, "Again, Galatea." Her eyes sharpen into a glare on your palm, her arm hovers forward and back, how peculiar.

>Take her hand
>Just go inside

>>31986155
>Take her hand

>>31986155
>Just go inside

>>31986155
>Just go inside

>>31986155
>>Just go inside

>>31986155
>>Take her hand

Shaking hands isn't hard. Is she defective?

>>31986155
>Just go inside

>take her hand

>>31986155
>Just go inside

>>31986155
>>Take her hand

>>31986155
>>Just go inside

>>31986155
>Just go inside

>>31986155
>>Just go inside

>>31986155
take her hand

>>31986155
>>>Take her hand

>>31986155
>Take her hand

>>31986155
>Take her hand
>use it to jack off

>>31986155
>Take her hand

>>31986155
>Take her hand
H-h-hand holding? I thought we voted for p-pure, OP. way2lood...but I'll take it

>>31986155
>Just go inside

>>31986155
>Take her hand

Counting.

You grab her hand, no robot disrespects you by turning down a handshake!

"Eeeeek!" She screams and whips her arms around when you grab her, you're pulled into the side of the door way, then into the other, than into the first, and again and so-forth until you get go. Yeah, definitely a robot.

"G-geez! Don't grab me so suddenly like that!" She places her deadly hands on her hips and leans over, scolding you, "Hands are very intimate you know! You can't just grab them whenever you like."

Why does anyone like these things?

She grabs your hand and pulls you back up before letting go, it doesn't seem to have bothered her at all that time.

"Now, let's get counting on what we have and what we need." Galatea steps in past you as you rub your injuries, they're nothing you can't sleep off but they certainly hurt. She heads to the kitchen immediately, you go to explore the rest of the place...

One bath, one kitchen with a dining table in it, a modest living room attached to the entry-way, the stairs up lead to a small hallway with two bedrooms, you're not sure if Galatea will need one.

The backyard has a tiny shooting range set-up, and the shack near it is stocked with weapons. It's pretty pitiful, but it's better than nothing. You'd appreciate a gym, but the house is clearly too small to fit one.

Well, the place doesn't matter too much. You just need to get to work quickly, the faster you train this WAIFU the faster you can leave this place.

>CONT

You inspect the weapon shack and the few targets set up carefully, making sure each one is well-kept and ready to use. It takes about an hour overall, but it's important they don't fail during training, or worse yet on a job.

When you return from inspections, entering the kitchen from the backyard you catch a curious sight. Galatea stands by the stove, a '#1 Waifu' apron redundantly sitting over-top her maid apron, singing as she cooks something...

More accurately, she isn't singing, a popular pop song is playing off of her lips. You can hear the band's instruments as she bobs her head left and right, her long black hair swaying with it. Her bottom sways simultaneously.

"Ah, master! It appears this place was already stocked, so I took the liberty of cooking us up some good eating." The music stops when she turns her head to you, as does the swaying.

It's been years since you've had a proper cooked meal now that you think about it. You'd long since hit the point where you can stomach expired rations vomited up by other soldiers. You would never admit it, but you took a bit of pride in that.

Galatea takes a ladle and serves up a stew into a bowl, handing it to you. You take it and give it a look over for traces of poison before taking it to the table when you're sure it's safe.

You lift the spoon to your mouth taking a taste... it's a simple stew of beef and potato, but it's actually the best damn thing you've had in years.

>CONT

"How is it?" Galatea turns around, removing her apron and hanging it up nearby. Her green eyes bat at you excitedly.

It might be best to tell her the truth, but typically you make yourself harsh on new soldiers in the first week. It helps keep them in line.

She serves herself up a bowl and sits across from you, you're about to ask her about her lack of a spoon, but her index-finger pops open and the head of a spoon slides out of it about 5 inches before stopping. She begins to shovel in, not taking any time to let it cool.

How uncomfortable to watch, does she even need to eat?

"So, are you going to answer the question?" She peeks up at you, her head still lowered to eat.

>It's good
>It's shit

>>31986710
>It's basic

>>31986710
>it's good, wait why the fuck am I posing?

>>31986710
>It's good

>>31986710
>It's good enough for tasteless soldier like me.

>>31986710
>It's good. But you're not here to cook, robot.

>>31986710
>It's good

We'll bitch at her combat performance, not her cooking.

>>31986710
>It's good

>>31986710
>It's good

>>31986710
I lost my scene of taste years ago.

>>31986710
>It's shit
>Do push up until you hit motor failure as punishment

>it's good

>>31986930
>>31986930
during the spice wars

You tell her the food is good and continue eating.

"Hahahah, it is isn't it." She smiles confidently, crossing her arms. You notice a little drip from her spoon-finger drop on her outfit but she doesn't pay it any mind.

Good or not though, she's not here to cook. You finish up your bowl quickly and stand up from your chair.

"Ah, I'll grab you seconds if you want some." She stands up and heads for the stove, but you grab her shoulder and stop her. She backs up away from your grip, grabbing at the spot you touched defensively.

You sigh and thumb outside to the shooting field, she better not be some mousy out there.

You lead the way into the field and Galatea follows behind you, looking over the sight before her with a marvel. You head towards the shack to grab a rifle...

"Shooting practice?" She catches the rifle you toss to her. You nod to her and gesture her over to the stands where she'll be firing from. You instruct her to take the first shot on her own so you can watch her form...

As she lines up the gun somewhat clumsily, you see her right eye light up, her iris turns red and a laser comes out from it onto the target in front of her, sitting dead center...

She aligns the rifle and presses down on her trigger...

And looses control of her gun almost immediately, spraying all over the fence. You keep a watch out for neighbours as you dash over to stop her.

Fucking robots.

>CONT

You grab her hands and pry her finger off the trigger as she vibrates in place from the recoil of the gun, enough to shake her body but not enough to knock over her metal core.

"Aaaah! I almost had it!" Galatea complains, you look at the target and although a couple of the spread shots landed on the sides of it, none of them come near center.

You sigh and start to guide her arms from behind, lining up the gun properly and placing your fingers over-top of hers as to show her how to hold it.

"H-hey! I told you not to touch the hands..." She complains when she finally notices what's happening, but your glare makes her relent. She fidgets while you aid her...

Again her eye lights up, tracing a path. This time when she presses down with your finger over hers, the bullets travel more smoothly. Not quite making a bullseye, but coming closer and not spraying up the fences behind them.

You let go, you could do without the fidgeting but she's better than most of the recruits at picking things up.

"Hahah! I did it!" Galatea drops the gun and thrusts her hands up. After a short pause, she lowers them again and coughs, "Excuse me." A poor fake, you know robots don't cough.

"You know master, I'm sure rifle training is useful and all but do we really need to do this?"

You wait for her to continue, she gulps when she meets your glare.

"I just mean... I have these." She her hands forward, both of them pop open and fold into her wrist.

>CONT

A blade slides out of her right hand, and the barrel of a machine gun out her left. You reach for one of your guns instinctively, ready for her to attack, but she just stands there with her arms out.

"I have basic skills with these programmed in so I don't think we need rifle training." She looks at you.

>Continue gun training, discipline is important and she should be prepared to use other weapons
>Let her off, do something else

>>31987425
>Continue gun training, discipline is important and she should be prepared to use other weapons

>>31987425
>Continue gun training, discipline is important and she should be prepared to use other weapons

>>31987425

Disciplining the maid is always a good thing.

>>31987425
>Continue gun training, discipline is important and she should be prepared to use other weapons
Otherwise what's the point of us being here

>let her off, do something else

>>31987425
>Let her off, do something else
SHOW ME YOUR MOVES

>>31987425
>Continue gun training, discipline is important and she should be prepared to use other weapons
You need to be prepared.

>>31987425
>Continue gun training, discipline is important and she should be prepared to use other weapons
Versatility helps in combat.

>>31987425
Is this boot talking back to us?

BACK OF THE HAND

>>31987425
>Continue gun training, discipline is important and she should be prepared to use other weapons

>>31987425
>Continue gun training, discipline is important and she should be prepared to use other weapons
Hey now, you never know when something happens and you find you can't use either of those. It won't hurt to know how to use other things

>>31987425
>Continue gun training, discipline is important and she should be prepared to use other weapons

>>31987511
You can't physically abuse your recruits, only mentally.

>>31987425
>Continue gun training, discipline is important and she should be prepared to use other weapons
>Shift gears from Annoyed Mercenary to Senior Drill Instructor

>>31987568
goddamn geneva convention!

>>31987425
this>>31987574

>>31987425
>Prepare her for the chance of losing by raping her

>>31987697
seconding this
rape is the only option

You wave your hand and her weapons slide back inside, you watch her hands rebuild themselves. For good measure, you give her an order not to talk back during training, and an order to refer to you properly.

"Yes mas- I mean, sir, yes, SIR!" She taps her legs together and you hear a light clank. She gives you a salute before picking up the rifle.

You alternate between guiding her form and letting her shoot on her own, while doing the former she always shows her shy side. Maybe you should have picked lewd, hand-holding is a pretty ridiculous thing to get embarrassed over. Though if the other option went to the other extreme that could be a problem...

You let her off after she exhausts a few rounds of ammo. She's not nearly on level yet, but it shouldn't be long before the commander lets you go at this rate.

You put your fingers to your lips and whistle, Galatea hops back on her feet and salutes, "Sir!"

Since you're making progress here faster than expected, you might as well see how she's equipped for other situations...

>Physical training out here
>Go follow someone in the neighbourhood for stealth training
>Go inside and do some character training
>Write-In

A bit late but I wanna say, write-ins are always welcome. I just don't usually include it for character limit.

>>31987756
>Go inside and do some character training

>>31987756
>Go inside and do some character training

>>31987756
>Physical training out here
We should see how much strain she can put up with now instead of finding out later

>>31987756
>Go inside and do character training.
Gotta get rid of this hand-holding shit.

>>31987756
>Go inside and do some character training

>>31987756
>Go inside and do some character training
WE MUST MAKE HER HARD

>>31987756
>Go inside and do some character training
She really needs to control herself, this handholding issue is slowing her down

>>31987756
>Go inside and do some character training

>>31987756
>Go follow someone in the neighbourhood for stealth training.

Find out where the local weed dealer is, and when he gets his next re-up. We're going to do a two man drug bust in three days.

>>31987844
/d/ pls go
she doesn't have a penis, no matter how much you want her to.

>>31987624
Speaking of regulations, when do we start the mandatory bi-monthly sexual harassment lectures?

>>31987884
Not at all what I meant, and you know it.

>>31987873
Let's turn this into a Judge Dredd quest.

I thought you said she didn't have combat attachments?

>>31987756
>see how she's equipped for other situations...
My mind went to a dirty place, QM.

>>31987873
Yes.

YES!

>>31987873
Oh god. The fucking shenanigans we'd have doing that.

>>31987844
nO
we must raise he to a true Canadian
apologizing for every bullet

You wait for Galatea back inside the house, you'd instructed her that you'd be doing some character training but...

"Okay, I'm ready." She comes down from the stairs in a nun habit. Her dark hair tucked inside under the hood. It seems she misunderstood. Was there anything in that crate that wasn't fetishy?

She takes a seat across from you and you watch her warily, your last experience with nuns was during a conflict in Spain, you'd broken into a church to rescue hostages only to discover it was an elaborate trap, you spilled a lot of gun-totting holy blood that day.

She clutches her hands together and closes her eyes going into a prayer, "May the heavenly lord Google bless us. Thank him for finding our way and blessing us with all questions we must ask. Amen." The Church of Google had grown big following the end of World War IV, a pair of glasses was included with every bible.

You slap your hand on the table to catch her attention again, then cut to the chase. Being afraid of hands isn't character befitting of a soldier.

"But sir... master? How should I refer to you right now... reverend?"

You slam the table again.

"Er master, you picked the pure option, so it is important for me to maintain my character and avoid any indecent relationships with men."

Who the hell made 'hand-holding' into a sexual position? It must be the damn prude Canadians again.

You instruct her to sit still for ten minutes and go to teach her some character.

>CONT

>>31983545
>flying cats
nothing will be safe; anything on a ledge will be knocked over

You grab her closed hands and she lets out a little peep. You clutch them closely with yours. Her eyes dart around and her pale skin takes on a shade of red.

"This is embarrassing, let gooo..." She mumbles. You hadn't noticed before, but her hands are soft like velvet, you hardly lose a breath when pulling soldiers out from burning vehicles but it's been a long time since you'd touched someone like this. Still though, you'd seen not an hour ago the weapons concealed beneath her skin, you're not about to start forgetting the machine she is.

A few minutes pass with Galatea awkwardly shuffling in her seat, trying to follow her order to stay still but wanting to free herself loose of your grip.

"One-hundred forty-two... One-hundred forty-three..." She starts to count the seconds softly...

"Two-hundred and..." She closes her eyes and pulls her hands loose from yours, "GRRGRGR! I CAN'T! THIS IS TOO MUCH!"

You're barely four minutes in when she loses her resolve. You grumble and...

>Make her finish
>Let her go
>Give her a punishment

>>31988343
>Give her a punishment

>>31988343
>Make her finish

>>31988343
>Give her a punishment
Up the game
Interlock fingers with her

>>31988343
>Make her finish
In a way, this is sort of like testing if she's capable of breaking her 'laws' or disobeying.

>>31988343
>>Give her a punishment
kissu

>>31988370
you, i like you. seconding.

>>31988343
>>31988370

>>31988343
this>>31988370

>>31988343
>Change settings
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BAf2S6ij2gk

>>31988343
>Let her go
Alright, that's a start. Tomorrow, we aim for eight minutes. Failing that, your punishment will be to kidnap that yapping little bastard chihuahua next door and deliver him to a designated drop point in Niagra Falls.

>>31988343
>>Make her finish

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>>31988343
>Punish her

>>31988370
Yes

>>31988370
Geez anon
Let's do it though

You grab her hands before she can pull them back further and bring them back above the center of the table. With your palms touching, you lock your fingers over hers hands tightly, so that she doesn't escape again.

"Eeeeek! M-master! That's so dirty!" Her fingers squirm against you, but she's not using much of her strength. You tell her that for the punishment, she'll have to start over the ten minutes with her fingers locked. She looks at you with horror, but slowly her fingers close over the back of your hands as well. With your palm to hers, the feeling is even softer.

She's silent for awhile, but soon enough she starts to make quiet whispers to herself, "This is so lewd... I bet master hasn't even watched between the creases of his fingers..."

You are actually quite particular about your cleanliness when possible, infections can get into the smallest of wounds in the field. But you stay your tongue.

"Agn... his joints are between my holes..." She shivers, you can feel her grip growing tighter, "Eep... his ring finger is so big..."

You picked pure, right?

Around seven minutes her breaths grow heavy, you can feel her body shaking. Galatea looks down at the fingers with her eyes half-closed, panting softly. You're starting to want to let go...

With only thirty seconds left by your count, her tongue hangs out just slightly. Her pants grow heavier, they sound erotic.

Finally the timer is up.

>CONT

>>31988691
This is getting lewd

>>31988691
This girl is fun to tease.

>>31988691
...

aw fuck, she's gonna lay an egg now.

Rolled 20

>>31988691
hue

>>31988691
Dick Status:Hard
Nice

>>31988691
>M-master, my servos are moving on their own!

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Rolled 8

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>>31988691
This MUST become a series.

There's too much win in this for just one session

You release your fingers first, but she doesn't release hers. Instead her grip tightens, you can feel her hands clamping down tightly on yours.

She tugs against your arms and pushes them back, her body making little bounces on her chair as she sways. Her chest is only an average size, but you swear it perks up against the nun habit. As her grip begins to press on your bones... she lets go, slumping back against her chair and raising her head up high, "Hggggn. Aaah..."

You stand up, push your chair in and back away slightly as she regains her composure. That's... probably enough character training.

You turn your head to the clock, it's getting late. You don't have any commitments but years training have gotten you into the habit of sleeping where safe was an option and raising early to get to work. You make your way upstairs, leaving Galatea behind to... do whatever it is robots do at night...

You pick a room at random and take off your shirt before you hop inside the bed, it's soft. Way too soft. This is probably what sex with a sheep is like, real warm and fluffy... but so incredibly wrong. Your muscles have built themselves to pad you against cold stone, your bones don't sit right when the surface you lay on isn't bumpy and hard.

You close your eyes, trying to fall asleep but an hour passes without any success...

That's when you hear a creak at your door, you reach for a gun, your trusty Loins-Shooter.

>CONT

>>31988857
>Loins-Shooter.

Oh my.

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>>31988857
>You release your fingers first, but she doesn't release hers. Instead her grip tightens, you can feel her hands clamping down tightly on yours.

Why did this give me a boner?

>>31988857
I KNEW IT! FIRST THE ROBOTS TOOK MY JOB, NOW THEY COME FOR MY BALLS! YOU'LL NEVER GET YOUR HANDS ON THEM, YOU BASTARDS!

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>>31988691
>>31988857
Maximum Over-lewd.

I just wanted to train a robotic killing machine!

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>>31988933
Your genetic material is necessary for future production models. Surrender it or face termination.

Covertly, you remove your small but deadly pistol out from between your legs and raise it to a ready position. With one hand, you pull the safety loose, this wouldn't be the first time someone has tried to kill you in your sleep, it wouldn't be the hundredth time.

As the assailant creeps in you slowly, you turn and fire two rounds at the knees, your aim is perfect.

"EEEEK!" Galatea screams, your bullets hit the skin and penetrate but they bounce off the steel beneath it, ricochetting across the floor, one slams through the window behind you, "WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT!?"

Oh, it's just her.

"M-master! It's me! Don't shoot, don't shoot!" She raises her hands over her head, she's changed into pajamas, pink with little kitty paws all over. You ask her to report on what she's doing while keeping the gun homed on an eye, if you can't pierce her steel plate then you can at least knock out her lights.

"Eeee... I need to be turned off for the night... it's bad for my batteries if you leave me on..." She mumbles, "...And anyways, it's scary to be in the dark alone."

You lower your gun, but you don't let go of it. You ask her why she can't do it herself.

"Well if I turn myself off..." Her eyes dart about, there's a faint green glow to them in your unlit room, "I'll be scared that you won't be there to turn me back on."

You sigh and gesture her over so you can turn her off...

She walks around you to the other side of you, and hops into your sheets.

>CONT