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Big trouble in little Taiwan

Amira had always considered the unexpected.

She had also took into consideration what the unexpected would be throwing at her, in particular, the ground forces that would rush at her like depressed lemmings.
She never thought for a second that her opponents would be cybernetic soldiers!

Her heavy boots clanging down the metal hallway as her heavy reinforced chest armor did it’s best to weigh her down, Amira gasped for air as she burst through the glass doors and tumbled down the steps of the building and into the parkway. Glass stuck to her digital urban camo pants and kneepads but in all honesty, it barely registered to the adrenaline fueled Cheetah. The crowded Taiwanese streets were flood with onlookers and curious bystanders, oblivious to the gunfire and fighting inside the labs, and seeing a heavily armed and heavily armored Cheetah Mercenary dive out of the building just reeled them in like a fish to a juicy worm.

It should have been a boring job, at least that was what Amira and her compatriots had complained about as they sat idly in their armor after another patrol.
And who would have known their wish would be granted? The boredom was vanquished by gunfire, screams, shattering glass and death. Cyborgs, things that the Merc’s and the poorly equipped security team at the labs hadn’t foreseen coming for another hundred years. Augmented troops ripped the place and its inhabitants apart, and it would take 15 minutes for anyone outside the labs to even bat an eye at the chaos.

Amira bit her tongue upon even thinking about the sound-proofing of the labs, knowing even if Tapei’s finest had arrived on the scene, they wouldn’t last as long as the poor shmucks on security detail near the breach.

How did the troops break in? What was their motive? How did they come to be?

Amira spat out the glass in her mouth and turned to face building as a crowd gathered around her. There was no time to think, no time to second guess. Many of the scientists and the rest of her team had taken the emergency exit to the docks under the city through a labyrinth of tunnels, whether they had made it halfway or were calling for backup in the harbor, Amira didn’t know, a couple of troops cut her off, leading her out onto the street.

And they weren’t happy with her escape.

Raising her G3A3, Amira fired a burst into the first cyborg to poke its head out the door, the 7.62x51mm rounds ripped through the synthetic skin and titanium bones, rendering a several billion dollar piece of technology and engineering into a bloody mess.

The good news, the guns outburst cleared the streets of most of the onlookers. The bad news. A dozen other cyborgs took the fallens place.

Amira made like Chow-Yun-Fat.

Sweating profusely and with pain engulfing her tired legs, Amira pushed herself through the alleyways, firing volleys from her rifle to turn any onlookers away as cyborgs crawled out of the woodwork. The Cheetah’s armor helped absorb incoming fire and helped push Amira to her limits a the bolt of the rifle locking on an empty mag and she switched to her 6 Gauge KS-23 shotgun and with one round, it nearly ripped a cyborg in half. Pumping the spent shell, Amira laughed as she whipped around and fired into another, the massive buckshot tore through three in a row, pumping and firing two additional shells to finish them off but gasped as a heavy hand clenched her ankle.

“LET GO OF ME YOU TIN-MAN!!” Amira retorted through clenched teeth as she brought her heavy boot down on the cyborgs skull. It may have survived nearly being cleaved in two by Amira’s shotgun, but it was no match for her german-made combat boots, reducing the marvel of cybernetics to a mass of skin, blood and titanium, smothering her leather in sickening bile. Amira sneered at the twitching form.

“Ugh…” she muttered. “And I just shined them too…” reaching her gloved hand into her hip pouch, she retrieved more shells for her shotgun and pulled a magazine from her leg clip for her G3. Catching a vibrant form out of the corner of her eye, Amira turned to face her next threat with plenty of ammo to spare.
But it was gone.

Focusing with her predator eyes, Amira grew tense as her ears twitched to catch the bright primary color cyborg. It didn’t take long for the new enemy to show her face. On a balcony above her, Amira snickered as she spotted an inch of its backside sticking out into the cold air before retreating out of site.
But not out of mind.

Amira unloaded onto the balcony, the high-octane rounds ripped through the concrete and into the Cyborg. It cried out a shrill feminine howl of pain. Wether it was trying to communicate with her, Amira couldn’t hear through the ringing in her ears.

But she did raise her eyebrow. It was the first time the cyborgs ever registered pain, and the first time she had seen one with a feminine appearance. Snickering, the Cheetah’s biceps twitched as she fired round after round into the target as it crawled up the base of the building, shouting at her as the concrete exploded around the cyborg. Whatever model this piece of scrap was, it was shrugging off her armor piercing rounds much like the armor draped over the Cheetah’s own chest and shoulders in the form of brutal dents coating her torso like a new shell of paint. Frowning at the cyborgs resilience, Amira ignored it’s grunts and loaded a rifle grenade onto the muzzle of her rifle and aimed high, striking and detonating not more then a couple of inches away from the cyborg, sending it cart wheeling through the air, rebounding off surrounding buildings and falling to the ground in a heap of dust, bricks, debris and blood. Her armor had chipped away at some ends and she bleed from her wounds, grunting and groaning, her face visor flickered and dimmed. Holding her head high, Amira whipped her braided pony-tail with the flick of her head and stomped over to the riving mass and placed her boot on the cyborgs chest.

“Not much of a fighter, are you, tin-girl?” Amira chuckled at the blue and green cyborg as she pulled out her Bowie knife. Struggling to get up, the cyborg was pushed to the ground as Amira brought the knife the tin-girls throat.

“I am…” The cyborg muttered. “You haven’t seen a bit of it, as you aren’t my enemy!” The cyborg grabbed Amira by the arm. “Let me go! Those augmented soldiers and cyborgs are our enemies!”

“Yeah, then why were you trying to get the drop on my ass?” Amira growled, shoving the knife into the cyborgs exposed underskin. She struggled and cried as Amira pushed her foot down on her chest with more force. “Doesn’t seem like you were just trying to say hello! How many scientists did you kill back in the labs? How many of my buddies did you gut like pigs!? And now, you’re trying to reason with me?”

“I wasn’t in the labs! I was trying to stop those monsters! I helped the other scientists and your friends get to safety under the city!”
“And why should I trust you!?”

“Because I was sent to retrieve the last Mercenary alive!” The cyborg’s face visor dimmed. “You!” Amira looked away from the cyborg and to her ‘friends’ who had arrived on the scene. Soul-less and battle-hardened, their dark colors were a stark contrast between the bright primary colors of the cyborg under Amira’s boot.

“Sorry chaps, you’re a little late for the party!” Amira laughed as they approached, she fired her G3 in response, only to gasp as cold hands wrapped around her gloved forearm, wrangling the gun out of her hands. Growling, Amira elbowed the owner of the cold hands in question and smashed her knee into the belly of the soldier before finishing him off with an Axe kick to the head, crushing his skull before Amira pulled out her Desert Eagle Match and fired several rounds into his friends behind her. “It’s gonna take a lot more than that to take down this fighter!” Amira sneered as her magazine ran dry and quickly reloaded before firing into the next cyborg, only for her rounds to bounce off his armor. Raising her brow, Amira stepped back from the black hulk, its arms adorned with red bands and three steel straps wrapped across its chest to his hip. This was their commander. Its armor was not much different than that of the green and blue girl, except the commander was far bulkier and almost clunky.

“I take that as a challenge.” It muttered coldly, its visor glowing a bright red as it stomped towards the Cheetah, who backed up, firing round after round that simply bounced off his chest. Her slide locking back, Amira gulped and quickly brought another magazine to her gun before she cried out in terror and pain. The commanders mighty hand grabbed her gun and wrist and slowly crushed both. Crying out in pain, Amira desperately kicked and pulled as blood trickled out of her glove and down her forearm as her gun snapped and shattered. “Foolish girl. It didn’t work the first time, why did you think it would work the next six?” Amira howled as a loud pop rang out and the Commander threw the Cheetah to the ground, clutching her bloody hand. Pieces of her gun and torn through her glove and her wrist had popped out of her socket. Amira used her good hand to cradle her mangled one. The commander didn’t acknowledge her injuries, only crouching to pick up the Bowie knife. “Now for a little bit of Irony. I was a very cynical man before my transformation, Irony always struck a cord with me. I loved it. And I think a little bit of me still loves it.” He knelt down as Amira kicked and struggled. With wide eyes she watched as the commanders hand pushed the knife into her armor between her breasts. Amira whimpered and pushed, shoved, doing anything to get the cyborg off her as the knife pushed into her flesh and slowly inched into her with serrated teeth.

Amira swore and howled in her native tongue, not ever noticing the sensation of warmth engulfing her battered legs. The commander noticed, turning to the cyborg behind him, who was now back on her feet. The ground began to crack under the fallen cyborgs reinforced feet as debris and trash swirled around her. Her armor regenerated and reformed as her visor exploded with light that threw dust and trash in all directions, even blowing out several windows in a shower of glass. Standing tall, her injuries healed and her powers restored in a show reminiscent of a tornado straight out of hollywood. The light faded as soon as it came and the debris fell to the ground as she brought her fists together, letting off a flurry of sparks.

She was powered up and rejoiced, ready to go 15 rounds with an army of cybernetic grizzly bears.

And The Commander simply shrugged, motioning for his augmented troops to take care of her.

With a show of kicks, punches and sheer strength, the first four troops to get within five feet of her were sent sprawling left and right. Amira peered over the commanders mass as another soldier had his head punched off and another was sent into a wall halfway down the block. His grip on the knife gone, the Commander joined the fight as Amira gasped for air, attempting to pull the knife out of her armor with her good hand.

“You’re an older model, Nitrania. You were deemed obsolete as soon as I took my first steps in my new body.” The Commander spoke, swinging a punch at the blue and green cyborg.

“You should have had your troops in follow suit! These guys aren’t even fit for waste disposal!” Nitrania roundhouse kicked a soldier in two before punched the Commander in the gut and followed up with a heel to his titanium femur.

“This is nothing compared to what is in store for you and this world!” The Commander raised his voice, continuing his barrage of punches. “What will you do when there are ten of me?” His elbow struck Nitrania in the jaw. “Twenty?” Nitrania retorted with an elbow of her own. “A hundred thousand!?” The Commander recoiled as heavy rounds ripped into his backside, which was significantly less armored than his front. Turning back to Amira, who was still on the ground, she smirked and bared her fangs.
“Me?” Amira shrugged, her smoking back up Desert Eagle Match in her good hand. “I reckon I’ll just shoot them as they come. You just gotta shoot them in the back!” Growling, the Commander threw Nitrania away and stomped for the Cheetah, ready to crush her into the ground itself.

He didn’t even get halfway.

Nitrania shoved her straightened hand into the Commander’s back, wrapping her fingers around his spine and bringing him to his knees. His visor blinking and dimming, he gasped and choked as Nitrania pulled his spine and his very life out of the massive husk of augmentations and titanium, which fell to the ground in a bloody heap, his visor blinking for the final time.

Nitrania dropped the vile body part to the dirty ground and stepped over his body, adding a fresh coat of synthetic blood to the bottom of her feet.
Amira grunted as she dropped the magazine from her gun, sitting up straight as she stared at her dislocated and bloody hand. “It’s just a dislocation, and a hell of a lot of deep cuts and bruises. I’m gonna need a new pair of gloves, though.” She muttered. “And… A new gun.” Nitrania offered her a hand, which Amira scoffed at. “Really? I just emptied an entire magazine into you, and then blow your green butt up with a forty millimeter?”

“Trust me, it hurt for a few seconds, but this armor can take on a speeding eighteen-wheeler.” Nitrania nodded her head, just as her shoulder plate fell off and clattered to the ground, followed by one of her knee-pads. Amira snickered.

“You’re more forgiving then anyone I’ve ever known.” She replied with a smile, grasping her injured hand and surrounding her injury in a powerful grip and one painful shove, she popped her injured wrist back into its socket. Wincing and flexing her gloved fingers, Amira sighed and reached out for Nitrania, who hoisted the Cheetah up to her level with nary a whimper.

“You’ll need to get that checked out as soon as possible, more than just bone fractures are at stake, you may have struck an artery.” Nitrania instructed the Cheetah. “And thank you for the compliment. I should have taken a more direct approach, I should have known you couldn’t hear me through the gunfire, whereas I can magnify audio waves through my visor.”

“Sounds like you are gloating a little.” Amira smirked as she wrapped her hands around her Desert Eagle Match.

“Maybe a little.” Nitrania admitted. “I’m just getting used to my new body… which by the way, trying to stand up straight with a pair of water jugs on your chest is a lot harder than I thought it would be.” Amira cocked her eyebrows. “That would be my other… new body.” Nitrania peered down the alley, which was now blocked by over a dozen cybernetic soldiers. “If you want to get that wrist checked up, and if we want to get back to your team, and ultimately, if we want to get through this alive and bring whoever is causing this carnage to justice, then we’ll need to work together. Are you willing to cooperate with someone who you considered a threat not more than a minute ago?”

“Do Polar Bears shit in the arctic?” Amira asked.

“I believe so.” Nitrania snickered, getting into her battle stance. “I’m ready for another set of Armor, preferably with round shoulder plates, but I’m more than ready to fight these soul-less monsters to the end of the earth. Are you ready?”

Amira didn’t respond, only pumping a fresh 6 Gauge shell into her KS-23.

Nodding, the two ran into the cyborgs head on.

Those poor, soul-less killing machines never even knew what hit them.
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(Story time is over)

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Whew! This was new territory for me!

Part of the Holiday Art Exchange orchestrated by My partner is and, as part of my trade, I've drawn his Cyborg character Nitrania after a lot of abuse (Nothing a little re-juicing of the ol' batteries can't fix, spectacularly) rejuvinating after a few knocks to the ol' body armor.

She has a newer ref but I thought I could toy with her old model a little bit, adding a little of my own to it as well as showing just how resilient it was to heavy armory piercing rounds and some messy wounds (Although, to be fair, much of the blood isn't even hers XD ). And since I requested a character of my own to be drawn by , I decided to throw her into the story for kicks as well. Hell, I had so much fun drawing this, I might do a follow up to show off her new armor set which I didn't draw

Anyway, art wise, this was a little challenging to to.

One of the reasons I chose an older ref for Nitrania's base was to test battle wounds and posture. I think everything came together well, and while I felt I didn't do a good enough job on the dust behind her, I believe I tried my best and there is always room for improvement.

Anywho, first art piece of 2013, hopefully, it won't be the last

Ciao!

Nitrania -

Amira - Me

Description
(Story time, if you are not interested in reading, skip to the end)

Big trouble in little Taiwan

Amira had always considered the unexpected.

She had also took into consideration what the unexpected would be throwing at her, in particular, the ground forces that would rush at her like depressed lemmings.
She never thought for a second that her opponents would be cybernetic soldiers!

Her heavy boots clanging down the metal hallway as her heavy reinforced chest armor did it’s best to weigh her down, Amira gasped for air as she burst through the glass doors and tumbled down the steps of the building and into the parkway. Glass stuck to her digital urban camo pants and kneepads but in all honesty, it barely registered to the adrenaline fueled Cheetah. The crowded Taiwanese streets were flood with onlookers and curious bystanders, oblivious to the gunfire and fighting inside the labs, and seeing a heavily armed and heavily armored Cheetah Mercenary dive out of the building just reeled them in like a fish to a juicy worm.

It should have been a boring job, at least that was what Amira and her compatriots had complained about as they sat idly in their armor after another patrol.
And who would have known their wish would be granted? The boredom was vanquished by gunfire, screams, shattering glass and death. Cyborgs, things that the Merc’s and the poorly equipped security team at the labs hadn’t foreseen coming for another hundred years. Augmented troops ripped the place and its inhabitants apart, and it would take 15 minutes for anyone outside the labs to even bat an eye at the chaos.

Amira bit her tongue upon even thinking about the sound-proofing of the labs, knowing even if Tapei’s finest had arrived on the scene, they wouldn’t last as long as the poor shmucks on security detail near the breach.

How did the troops break in? What was their motive? How did they come to be?

Amira spat out the glass in her mouth and turned to face building as a crowd gathered around her. There was no time to think, no time to second guess. Many of the scientists and the rest of her team had taken the emergency exit to the docks under the city through a labyrinth of tunnels, whether they had made it halfway or were calling for backup in the harbor, Amira didn’t know, a couple of troops cut her off, leading her out onto the street.

And they weren’t happy with her escape.

Raising her G3A3, Amira fired a burst into the first cyborg to poke its head out the door, the 7.62x51mm rounds ripped through the synthetic skin and titanium bones, rendering a several billion dollar piece of technology and engineering into a bloody mess.

The good news, the guns outburst cleared the streets of most of the onlookers. The bad news. A dozen other cyborgs took the fallens place.

Amira made like Chow-Yun-Fat.

Sweating profusely and with pain engulfing her tired legs, Amira pushed herself through the alleyways, firing volleys from her rifle to turn any onlookers away as cyborgs crawled out of the woodwork. The Cheetah’s armor helped absorb incoming fire and helped push Amira to her limits a the bolt of the rifle locking on an empty mag and she switched to her 6 Gauge KS-23 shotgun and with one round, it nearly ripped a cyborg in half. Pumping the spent shell, Amira laughed as she whipped around and fired into another, the massive buckshot tore through three in a row, pumping and firing two additional shells to finish them off but gasped as a heavy hand clenched her ankle.

“LET GO OF ME YOU TIN-MAN!!” Amira retorted through clenched teeth as she brought her heavy boot down on the cyborgs skull. It may have survived nearly being cleaved in two by Amira’s shotgun, but it was no match for her german-made combat boots, reducing the marvel of cybernetics to a mass of skin, blood and titanium, smothering her leather in sickening bile. Amira sneered at the twitching form.

“Ugh…” she muttered. “And I just shined them too…” reaching her gloved hand into her hip pouch, she retrieved more shells for her shotgun and pulled a magazine from her leg clip for her G3. Catching a vibrant form out of the corner of her eye, Amira turned to face her next threat with plenty of ammo to spare.
But it was gone.

Focusing with her predator eyes, Amira grew tense as her ears twitched to catch the bright primary color cyborg. It didn’t take long for the new enemy to show her face. On a balcony above her, Amira snickered as she spotted an inch of its backside sticking out into the cold air before retreating out of site.
But not out of mind.

Amira unloaded onto the balcony, the high-octane rounds ripped through the concrete and into the Cyborg. It cried out a shrill feminine howl of pain. Wether it was trying to communicate with her, Amira couldn’t hear through the ringing in her ears.

But she did raise her eyebrow. It was the first time the cyborgs ever registered pain, and the first time she had seen one with a feminine appearance. Snickering, the Cheetah’s biceps twitched as she fired round after round into the target as it crawled up the base of the building, shouting at her as the concrete exploded around the cyborg. Whatever model this piece of scrap was, it was shrugging off her armor piercing rounds much like the armor draped over the Cheetah’s own chest and shoulders in the form of brutal dents coating her torso like a new shell of paint. Frowning at the cyborgs resilience, Amira ignored it’s grunts and loaded a rifle grenade onto the muzzle of her rifle and aimed high, striking and detonating not more then a couple of inches away from the cyborg, sending it cart wheeling through the air, rebounding off surrounding buildings and falling to the ground in a heap of dust, bricks, debris and blood. Her armor had chipped away at some ends and she bleed from her wounds, grunting and groaning, her face visor flickered and dimmed. Holding her head high, Amira whipped her braided pony-tail with the flick of her head and stomped over to the riving mass and placed her boot on the cyborgs chest.

“Not much of a fighter, are you, tin-girl?” Amira chuckled at the blue and green cyborg as she pulled out her Bowie knife. Struggling to get up, the cyborg was pushed to the ground as Amira brought the knife the tin-girls throat.

“I am…” The cyborg muttered. “You haven’t seen a bit of it, as you aren’t my enemy!” The cyborg grabbed Amira by the arm. “Let me go! Those augmented soldiers and cyborgs are our enemies!”

“Yeah, then why were you trying to get the drop on my ass?” Amira growled, shoving the knife into the cyborgs exposed underskin. She struggled and cried as Amira pushed her foot down on her chest with more force. “Doesn’t seem like you were just trying to say hello! How many scientists did you kill back in the labs? How many of my buddies did you gut like pigs!? And now, you’re trying to reason with me?”

“I wasn’t in the labs! I was trying to stop those monsters! I helped the other scientists and your friends get to safety under the city!”
“And why should I trust you!?”

“Because I was sent to retrieve the last Mercenary alive!” The cyborg’s face visor dimmed. “You!” Amira looked away from the cyborg and to her ‘friends’ who had arrived on the scene. Soul-less and battle-hardened, their dark colors were a stark contrast between the bright primary colors of the cyborg under Amira’s boot.

“Sorry chaps, you’re a little late for the party!” Amira laughed as they approached, she fired her G3 in response, only to gasp as cold hands wrapped around her gloved forearm, wrangling the gun out of her hands. Growling, Amira elbowed the owner of the cold hands in question and smashed her knee into the belly of the soldier before finishing him off with an Axe kick to the head, crushing his skull before Amira pulled out her Desert Eagle Match and fired several rounds into his friends behind her. “It’s gonna take a lot more than that to take down this fighter!” Amira sneered as her magazine ran dry and quickly reloaded before firing into the next cyborg, only for her rounds to bounce off his armor. Raising her brow, Amira stepped back from the black hulk, its arms adorned with red bands and three steel straps wrapped across its chest to his hip. This was their commander. Its armor was not much different than that of the green and blue girl, except the commander was far bulkier and almost clunky.

“I take that as a challenge.” It muttered coldly, its visor glowing a bright red as it stomped towards the Cheetah, who backed up, firing round after round that simply bounced off his chest. Her slide locking back, Amira gulped and quickly brought another magazine to her gun before she cried out in terror and pain. The commanders mighty hand grabbed her gun and wrist and slowly crushed both. Crying out in pain, Amira desperately kicked and pulled as blood trickled out of her glove and down her forearm as her gun snapped and shattered. “Foolish girl. It didn’t work the first time, why did you think it would work the next six?” Amira howled as a loud pop rang out and the Commander threw the Cheetah to the ground, clutching her bloody hand. Pieces of her gun and torn through her glove and her wrist had popped out of her socket. Amira used her good hand to cradle her mangled one. The commander didn’t acknowledge her injuries, only crouching to pick up the Bowie knife. “Now for a little bit of Irony. I was a very cynical man before my transformation, Irony always struck a cord with me. I loved it. And I think a little bit of me still loves it.” He knelt down as Amira kicked and struggled. With wide eyes she watched as the commanders hand pushed the knife into her armor between her breasts. Amira whimpered and pushed, shoved, doing anything to get the cyborg off her as the knife pushed into her flesh and slowly inched into her with serrated teeth.

Amira swore and howled in her native tongue, not ever noticing the sensation of warmth engulfing her battered legs. The commander noticed, turning to the cyborg behind him, who was now back on her feet. The ground began to crack under the fallen cyborgs reinforced feet as debris and trash swirled around her. Her armor regenerated and reformed as her visor exploded with light that threw dust and trash in all directions, even blowing out several windows in a shower of glass. Standing tall, her injuries healed and her powers restored in a show reminiscent of a tornado straight out of hollywood. The light faded as soon as it came and the debris fell to the ground as she brought her fists together, letting off a flurry of sparks.

She was powered up and rejoiced, ready to go 15 rounds with an army of cybernetic grizzly bears.

And The Commander simply shrugged, motioning for his augmented troops to take care of her.

With a show of kicks, punches and sheer strength, the first four troops to get within five feet of her were sent sprawling left and right. Amira peered over the commanders mass as another soldier had his head punched off and another was sent into a wall halfway down the block. His grip on the knife gone, the Commander joined the fight as Amira gasped for air, attempting to pull the knife out of her armor with her good hand.

“You’re an older model, Nitrania. You were deemed obsolete as soon as I took my first steps in my new body.” The Commander spoke, swinging a punch at the blue and green cyborg.

“You should have had your troops in follow suit! These guys aren’t even fit for waste disposal!” Nitrania roundhouse kicked a soldier in two before punched the Commander in the gut and followed up with a heel to his titanium femur.

“This is nothing compared to what is in store for you and this world!” The Commander raised his voice, continuing his barrage of punches. “What will you do when there are ten of me?” His elbow struck Nitrania in the jaw. “Twenty?” Nitrania retorted with an elbow of her own. “A hundred thousand!?” The Commander recoiled as heavy rounds ripped into his backside, which was significantly less armored than his front. Turning back to Amira, who was still on the ground, she smirked and bared her fangs.
“Me?” Amira shrugged, her smoking back up Desert Eagle Match in her good hand. “I reckon I’ll just shoot them as they come. You just gotta shoot them in the back!” Growling, the Commander threw Nitrania away and stomped for the Cheetah, ready to crush her into the ground itself.

He didn’t even get halfway.

Nitrania shoved her straightened hand into the Commander’s back, wrapping her fingers around his spine and bringing him to his knees. His visor blinking and dimming, he gasped and choked as Nitrania pulled his spine and his very life out of the massive husk of augmentations and titanium, which fell to the ground in a bloody heap, his visor blinking for the final time.

Nitrania dropped the vile body part to the dirty ground and stepped over his body, adding a fresh coat of synthetic blood to the bottom of her feet.
Amira grunted as she dropped the magazine from her gun, sitting up straight as she stared at her dislocated and bloody hand. “It’s just a dislocation, and a hell of a lot of deep cuts and bruises. I’m gonna need a new pair of gloves, though.” She muttered. “And… A new gun.” Nitrania offered her a hand, which Amira scoffed at. “Really? I just emptied an entire magazine into you, and then blow your green butt up with a forty millimeter?”

“Trust me, it hurt for a few seconds, but this armor can take on a speeding eighteen-wheeler.” Nitrania nodded her head, just as her shoulder plate fell off and clattered to the ground, followed by one of her knee-pads. Amira snickered.

“You’re more forgiving then anyone I’ve ever known.” She replied with a smile, grasping her injured hand and surrounding her injury in a powerful grip and one painful shove, she popped her injured wrist back into its socket. Wincing and flexing her gloved fingers, Amira sighed and reached out for Nitrania, who hoisted the Cheetah up to her level with nary a whimper.

“You’ll need to get that checked out as soon as possible, more than just bone fractures are at stake, you may have struck an artery.” Nitrania instructed the Cheetah. “And thank you for the compliment. I should have taken a more direct approach, I should have known you couldn’t hear me through the gunfire, whereas I can magnify audio waves through my visor.”

“Sounds like you are gloating a little.” Amira smirked as she wrapped her hands around her Desert Eagle Match.

“Maybe a little.” Nitrania admitted. “I’m just getting used to my new body… which by the way, trying to stand up straight with a pair of water jugs on your chest is a lot harder than I thought it would be.” Amira cocked her eyebrows. “That would be my other… new body.” Nitrania peered down the alley, which was now blocked by over a dozen cybernetic soldiers. “If you want to get that wrist checked up, and if we want to get back to your team, and ultimately, if we want to get through this alive and bring whoever is causing this carnage to justice, then we’ll need to work together. Are you willing to cooperate with someone who you considered a threat not more than a minute ago?”

“Do Polar Bears shit in the arctic?” Amira asked.

“I believe so.” Nitrania snickered, getting into her battle stance. “I’m ready for another set of Armor, preferably with round shoulder plates, but I’m more than ready to fight these soul-less monsters to the end of the earth. Are you ready?”

Amira didn’t respond, only pumping a fresh 6 Gauge shell into her KS-23.

Nodding, the two ran into the cyborgs head on.

Those poor, soul-less killing machines never even knew what hit them.
---------------------------------------------------------------

(Story time is over)

---------------------------------------------------------------

Whew! This was new territory for me!

Part of the Holiday Art Exchange orchestrated by My partner is and, as part of my trade, I've drawn his Cyborg character Nitrania after a lot of abuse (Nothing a little re-juicing of the ol' batteries can't fix, spectacularly) rejuvinating after a few knocks to the ol' body armor.

She has a newer ref but I thought I could toy with her old model a little bit, adding a little of my own to it as well as showing just how resilient it was to heavy armory piercing rounds and some messy wounds (Although, to be fair, much of the blood isn't even hers XD ). And since I requested a character of my own to be drawn by , I decided to throw her into the story for kicks as well. Hell, I had so much fun drawing this, I might do a follow up to show off her new armor set which I didn't draw

Anyway, art wise, this was a little challenging to to.

One of the reasons I chose an older ref for Nitrania's base was to test battle wounds and posture. I think everything came together well, and while I felt I didn't do a good enough job on the dust behind her, I believe I tried my best and there is always room for improvement.

Anywho, first art piece of 2013, hopefully, it won't be the last

Ciao!

Nitrania -

Amira - Me