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I got a commission request from a fellow deviant to do an illustration of some of his characters in his sci-fi stories. Check him out to find out more about his writings, but till then read this short story inspired by my first picture.

The ceiling of the warehouse was open, having no need for windows as a static field sheltered anyone below it. At the moment though, it was letting in sunlight, the UV rays filtered away by the field that hummed silently in the lattice work of the ceiling. There was no need for artificial light at the moment, any and all light was directly from above or pumped in with fiber optic cables from collectors outside.
The warehouse was sparse, scattered equipment here and about on the walls and floors. A barrel with rags was off to the side, some oily, bloody, sweaty, thread bare and mostly used. A complete set of tuning forks and resonance meters where all racked away in a cabinet tool chest, a separate set of scattered tools where hanging on a wall; powered torque wrenches, powered screwdrivers, sonic screwdrivers, pneumatic drills, plasma torches, varying sizes of hammers, as well as automated milling and tools for shaping material and parts.
The heat was staggering. The air pumps were circulating the air through the warehouse, the swamp coolers running at full blast, and the large bladed fan that was turning in large slow strokes, enough to have a constant breeze to keep the air moving. Anyone coming in would have been hit with the force of an oncoming ocean wave, washing you over with hot humid air before you even would pass the door frame.
In the center of the room was a project. It was a powered exo suit, one of the first generations of powered exo suits used for construction. It was retired to dock work on terrestrial environments, its previous graceful job of space construction long deemed it past its useful age, but still able for terrestrial use. The armor it had been equipped with was stripped off, the artificial atmosphere system removed, simply replaced with a simple breather system in a chance encounter with water.
The exo suit was suspended by an outboard lift system, keeping the more important parts open for work. The guts of the exo suit, cables, tubes, pipes, exposed servos and joints, lay naked and strung out away from its frame. A drip pan lay on the floor, catching the hydraulic fluid that was just enough to cover the bottom of the pan. Taking a tuning fork and striking it on a side panel, the Acoustic Mechanics Engineer placed the resonating handle of the fork on the surface of the part in question. Lending an ear to the resonating frequency and consulting the meter at hand, the Engineer, satisfied, placed the fork back in to a front pocket sleeve of the bib of her overalls.
Her overalls where small, the bib just barely beneath her underbust line. Her chest held in check by a bandeau tie around. Taut tightly, its knot under great strain from struggling to keep the contents within. The thin suspender straps, clasped the edge of the bib, the adjusters cinched just to the knot on her bandeau, crossed on the outside of her bust. They slung over her shoulders as they joined together at the small of her
back and diverged again to each side of her low cut rear ending in permanent rivet
clasps. The low cut rear of the overalls exposed a sample of her rear and backside, so low it was as if the bottom was all she wore in place of underwear, the cleavage to her ass visibly exposed at the top, while the high cut below brought forth her firm callipygian rear. The rear left pocket had a small wrench, tucked away to a dirtied cloth shoved in with it. Her pants legs where cut extremely short; tattered, the material frayed white, rode high on the sides like a high cut bottom, they exposed set of firm and healthy legs toned under lifting heavy machinery and equipment since age 3 until her young age of 15.

Her maroon hair, long at length, strayed a few locks above her ass, lightly brushing it, as it was gathered together in a low pony tail to keep in place. Small bangs of hair scattered in near her cheeks and sides, constantly brushed behind her ears but always falling back and out of place. She had a few scattered locks that dangled on her fore head, never paying them any mind as they brushed her eyes on occasion sometimes, obscuring them if she didn't part them.
In her gloved hand she held a large G 128 tuning fork, the forked end complimented with a set of adjusters, while the handle was topped at the end with a neodymium magnet to affix on any part she was working on. She stepped back from the exo suit, the clopping sound from her armored work boots softened by years of use and abuse. Swiping her gloved hands across her forehead to keep the sweat off her eyes, the purple irises intently looking over her work as she smiled in satisfaction at the progress she made.
She stretched, her long, trim and fit body glistening with the sweat of work and the stench of now stale oil. She bent over forward, small pops from her back pierced the dead air, the bottom of her overalls ridding up, shaping out the form of her ass. She got back up and pulled it back in place, and continued to stretch out. She brought her arms up, slender and firm, her hands, calloused from years of handling machinery. She began to pop her arms and slowly reaching to her hands of fingers. She bent over back wards, arching herself as she popped all her bones as she progressed over to her legs and feet and even to her toes. She finally concluded with adjusting her back, and then slowly working her own neck. Finally she yawned, and stretching, bending over forward with her hands behind her back, holding position.

The door opened and two elder teens walked in; her elder adopted sister Mineta,
and her elder adopted brother, Thomas. Thomas was a stocky build, ruffled unruly brown hair and turquoise eyes. His hands seemingly large where capable of the even the most delicate electronics work that would have been delegated to robots.
Mineta was long and slender, her figure only betrayed by a powerful grip and ability to crank industrial grade equipment manually when needed. She had long hair similar to Johnah, its color a purple amethyst, her eyes a dark warm red color, but she had two hair bands to secure it, one close to her head, and the other towards the end of her pony tail.

"Well then, certainly Johnah, if you wanted to display that sort of posture towards us, you might have asked about it in class really."

Thomas spoke out as he approached Johnah from behind, scrutinizing her displayed posterior and backside. Johnah heard the comment, straightening back up as she leaned forward slightly, bringing her hand out with the tuning fork in hand and flipping him off, brining her right leg up to bring a roundhouse to his jaw.
Mineta simply brought her arm out and caught it before it struck Thomas nearly a breath away from striking home. She took her other hand and placed it further down Johnahs leg, taking her leg and wrenching it, spinning her in to the air.

Johnah recovered, landing down on all fours before she flung her tuning fork at Thomas. He caught it and gently placed it down at the table workspace in front of him, as Johnah got back up from the floor.

"I would say that you came close Kauren, but the day you are able to hit either of us is not really there yet"

Thomas walked over to the work rack, looking over the disembodied and gutted exo suit.

"What's with the exo suit, planning on using it?"

"They day I get you, will be the day I cut your pants down before you drop a load"
Johnah got up on her feet again as she walked over to her project, pulling out the wrench from her back pocket to adjust a socket.

"Come on Jo, we know you've been working out, your getting better!"

Mineta pranced over behind her, sliding a finger down her backside down the low cut of her overalls.

"And this but is looking so Yummy! Your going to get a lot of customers with this when you get your own shop!"

"Oh fuck off, you already know I'm going to go work for the DDD"

Johnah was since comfortable letting her adoptive elder sister draw her fingers around her soft spots, she wiggled her own ass around for her benefit. She long ago figured out that her adoptive sister's love was always physical in the intimate aspect.

"We know, but you should always remember that what you have are skills not even the droids have."

Thomas placed a hand on the shoulder of the exo suit, giving it a good solid pat as he inspected the unit for himself.

"As soon as I get this running I'm going to apply, I mean, the guild already said that I can go as when I complete my first project right?"

"Yeah, thats true Jo, they even approved of this old scrapper here."

Mineta looked at the unit herself, pressing against the suits footpads, seeing if they where properly oiled and bend correct.

"Are you confidant it will work Kauren? I mean, even if this sucker was built for space it still is under subject for gravity stress."

Thomas looked inside a panel that had an electronics board for a servo, looking it over for bad contacts.

"I already reinforced the joints and raised the hydraulic power, the platting I removed and used it to reinforce the skeletal frame work. I made sure to brace the electronics from shock, and I converted the fuel tanks for plasma torching."

"Sounds good enough, you think it will run?"

Thomas looked over one more time efore he stepped back. He was impressed with his younger sister's work, adopted or not, it was as she was born suckling a tuning fork in her mouth even before she had been given birth. Like he would know, since he only knew her when they received her at nearly 2 years old that day she was dropped off at the front entrance.

"If it does, it means little Jo's gonna be a big girl!"

Mineta teased her, grabbing her bossom from behind and groping her. Johnah shrugged her off making her way over the hydraulics panel, setting the pipes back in place, and began flushing out the old coolant and replacing it. also replacing the hydraulics with fresh blood. She picked up a battery and lifted in to the receptacle in the rear of the suit, securing it in place. She replaced the necessary cables and servers back in place, taking the sonic spectrometer for a look before she closed the panel. She closed the lid and
backed off.

"So what will you do when it runs?"

Thomas looked at the suit, wondering himself how she managed to salvage such an old piece of equipment. he walked over next to Mineta, standing next to her to watch.

"You two will bear witness for this?"

Johnah looked back at her adoptive siblings, hitting the panel that lowered the suit and set it upright.

"Of course, we took you under our wings, it should be right that we let you go"
Mineta smiled at her younger adoptive sibling, watching her run about and prep the suit up. She watched as she strapped herself in, running the start up sequence before she hit the final lock release and activation latch.

"Ok, safeties off"
She hit the start up butting receiving a warm hum from beneath the seat.

"Power On, testing hydraulics!"
She spun the claws on the end of the arms and raised them up and down.
She proceeded on the arms and finished with that test.

"Ok, locomotion. Here we go"

She thumbed the release for the locks on the legs, taking a step forward with her own leg as the suit followed suit. A resounding thud slapped the floor as the foot pad made contact. She walked forward again with the other leg, receiving the same results. She then proceeded to make the suit run full tilt before she stopped dead before the other end of the warehouse. She turned around and activated the jets, propelling herself forward as she stopped smugly in front of her elders.

"Nice, but now that is ready, what are you going to do with it?"

Thomas looked up at her, smiling at his younger adoptive sibling's achievement.

"Sell it, I know people pay good money for space grade ones, I can use it for the application and pay my way when I apply to the DDD."

Mineta looked at her younger adoptive sibling, beaming. She clambered the suit, smiling at her younger sibling, parting her locks and kissing her on the forehead.

"Go get them, we know you can take care of yourself. Just stop growing up so fast. Your going to pass me up in everything!"

"Hey its not my fault! I just do my job!"

___________________________________________________________________________

They parked the unit aside for that night, for as the siblings, it was their night to celebrate the passing of age for a teenager for making a mark in her first step in to the adult world. That night was revelry, the celebration for Johnah leaving the nest, also on completing her first project and starting her first job. It was certainly the time if any other one in her life, in which she would hold in her heart, even if she never got to land a hit on either of them from then on.

Description
I got a commission request from a fellow deviant to do an illustration of some of his characters in his sci-fi stories. Check him out to find out more about his writings, but till then read this short story inspired by my first picture.

The ceiling of the warehouse was open, having no need for windows as a static field sheltered anyone below it. At the moment though, it was letting in sunlight, the UV rays filtered away by the field that hummed silently in the lattice work of the ceiling. There was no need for artificial light at the moment, any and all light was directly from above or pumped in with fiber optic cables from collectors outside.
The warehouse was sparse, scattered equipment here and about on the walls and floors. A barrel with rags was off to the side, some oily, bloody, sweaty, thread bare and mostly used. A complete set of tuning forks and resonance meters where all racked away in a cabinet tool chest, a separate set of scattered tools where hanging on a wall; powered torque wrenches, powered screwdrivers, sonic screwdrivers, pneumatic drills, plasma torches, varying sizes of hammers, as well as automated milling and tools for shaping material and parts.
The heat was staggering. The air pumps were circulating the air through the warehouse, the swamp coolers running at full blast, and the large bladed fan that was turning in large slow strokes, enough to have a constant breeze to keep the air moving. Anyone coming in would have been hit with the force of an oncoming ocean wave, washing you over with hot humid air before you even would pass the door frame.
In the center of the room was a project. It was a powered exo suit, one of the first generations of powered exo suits used for construction. It was retired to dock work on terrestrial environments, its previous graceful job of space construction long deemed it past its useful age, but still able for terrestrial use. The armor it had been equipped with was stripped off, the artificial atmosphere system removed, simply replaced with a simple breather system in a chance encounter with water.
The exo suit was suspended by an outboard lift system, keeping the more important parts open for work. The guts of the exo suit, cables, tubes, pipes, exposed servos and joints, lay naked and strung out away from its frame. A drip pan lay on the floor, catching the hydraulic fluid that was just enough to cover the bottom of the pan. Taking a tuning fork and striking it on a side panel, the Acoustic Mechanics Engineer placed the resonating handle of the fork on the surface of the part in question. Lending an ear to the resonating frequency and consulting the meter at hand, the Engineer, satisfied, placed the fork back in to a front pocket sleeve of the bib of her overalls.
Her overalls where small, the bib just barely beneath her underbust line. Her chest held in check by a bandeau tie around. Taut tightly, its knot under great strain from struggling to keep the contents within. The thin suspender straps, clasped the edge of the bib, the adjusters cinched just to the knot on her bandeau, crossed on the outside of her bust. They slung over her shoulders as they joined together at the small of her
back and diverged again to each side of her low cut rear ending in permanent rivet
clasps. The low cut rear of the overalls exposed a sample of her rear and backside, so low it was as if the bottom was all she wore in place of underwear, the cleavage to her ass visibly exposed at the top, while the high cut below brought forth her firm callipygian rear. The rear left pocket had a small wrench, tucked away to a dirtied cloth shoved in with it. Her pants legs where cut extremely short; tattered, the material frayed white, rode high on the sides like a high cut bottom, they exposed set of firm and healthy legs toned under lifting heavy machinery and equipment since age 3 until her young age of 15.

Her maroon hair, long at length, strayed a few locks above her ass, lightly brushing it, as it was gathered together in a low pony tail to keep in place. Small bangs of hair scattered in near her cheeks and sides, constantly brushed behind her ears but always falling back and out of place. She had a few scattered locks that dangled on her fore head, never paying them any mind as they brushed her eyes on occasion sometimes, obscuring them if she didn't part them.
In her gloved hand she held a large G 128 tuning fork, the forked end complimented with a set of adjusters, while the handle was topped at the end with a neodymium magnet to affix on any part she was working on. She stepped back from the exo suit, the clopping sound from her armored work boots softened by years of use and abuse. Swiping her gloved hands across her forehead to keep the sweat off her eyes, the purple irises intently looking over her work as she smiled in satisfaction at the progress she made.
She stretched, her long, trim and fit body glistening with the sweat of work and the stench of now stale oil. She bent over forward, small pops from her back pierced the dead air, the bottom of her overalls ridding up, shaping out the form of her ass. She got back up and pulled it back in place, and continued to stretch out. She brought her arms up, slender and firm, her hands, calloused from years of handling machinery. She began to pop her arms and slowly reaching to her hands of fingers. She bent over back wards, arching herself as she popped all her bones as she progressed over to her legs and feet and even to her toes. She finally concluded with adjusting her back, and then slowly working her own neck. Finally she yawned, and stretching, bending over forward with her hands behind her back, holding position.

The door opened and two elder teens walked in; her elder adopted sister Mineta,
and her elder adopted brother, Thomas. Thomas was a stocky build, ruffled unruly brown hair and turquoise eyes. His hands seemingly large where capable of the even the most delicate electronics work that would have been delegated to robots.
Mineta was long and slender, her figure only betrayed by a powerful grip and ability to crank industrial grade equipment manually when needed. She had long hair similar to Johnah, its color a purple amethyst, her eyes a dark warm red color, but she had two hair bands to secure it, one close to her head, and the other towards the end of her pony tail.

"Well then, certainly Johnah, if you wanted to display that sort of posture towards us, you might have asked about it in class really."

Thomas spoke out as he approached Johnah from behind, scrutinizing her displayed posterior and backside. Johnah heard the comment, straightening back up as she leaned forward slightly, bringing her hand out with the tuning fork in hand and flipping him off, brining her right leg up to bring a roundhouse to his jaw.
Mineta simply brought her arm out and caught it before it struck Thomas nearly a breath away from striking home. She took her other hand and placed it further down Johnahs leg, taking her leg and wrenching it, spinning her in to the air.

Johnah recovered, landing down on all fours before she flung her tuning fork at Thomas. He caught it and gently placed it down at the table workspace in front of him, as Johnah got back up from the floor.

"I would say that you came close Kauren, but the day you are able to hit either of us is not really there yet"

Thomas walked over to the work rack, looking over the disembodied and gutted exo suit.

"What's with the exo suit, planning on using it?"

"They day I get you, will be the day I cut your pants down before you drop a load"
Johnah got up on her feet again as she walked over to her project, pulling out the wrench from her back pocket to adjust a socket.

"Come on Jo, we know you've been working out, your getting better!"

Mineta pranced over behind her, sliding a finger down her backside down the low cut of her overalls.

"And this but is looking so Yummy! Your going to get a lot of customers with this when you get your own shop!"

"Oh fuck off, you already know I'm going to go work for the DDD"

Johnah was since comfortable letting her adoptive elder sister draw her fingers around her soft spots, she wiggled her own ass around for her benefit. She long ago figured out that her adoptive sister's love was always physical in the intimate aspect.

"We know, but you should always remember that what you have are skills not even the droids have."

Thomas placed a hand on the shoulder of the exo suit, giving it a good solid pat as he inspected the unit for himself.

"As soon as I get this running I'm going to apply, I mean, the guild already said that I can go as when I complete my first project right?"

"Yeah, thats true Jo, they even approved of this old scrapper here."

Mineta looked at the unit herself, pressing against the suits footpads, seeing if they where properly oiled and bend correct.

"Are you confidant it will work Kauren? I mean, even if this sucker was built for space it still is under subject for gravity stress."

Thomas looked inside a panel that had an electronics board for a servo, looking it over for bad contacts.

"I already reinforced the joints and raised the hydraulic power, the platting I removed and used it to reinforce the skeletal frame work. I made sure to brace the electronics from shock, and I converted the fuel tanks for plasma torching."

"Sounds good enough, you think it will run?"

Thomas looked over one more time efore he stepped back. He was impressed with his younger sister's work, adopted or not, it was as she was born suckling a tuning fork in her mouth even before she had been given birth. Like he would know, since he only knew her when they received her at nearly 2 years old that day she was dropped off at the front entrance.

"If it does, it means little Jo's gonna be a big girl!"

Mineta teased her, grabbing her bossom from behind and groping her. Johnah shrugged her off making her way over the hydraulics panel, setting the pipes back in place, and began flushing out the old coolant and replacing it. also replacing the hydraulics with fresh blood. She picked up a battery and lifted in to the receptacle in the rear of the suit, securing it in place. She replaced the necessary cables and servers back in place, taking the sonic spectrometer for a look before she closed the panel. She closed the lid and
backed off.

"So what will you do when it runs?"

Thomas looked at the suit, wondering himself how she managed to salvage such an old piece of equipment. he walked over next to Mineta, standing next to her to watch.

"You two will bear witness for this?"

Johnah looked back at her adoptive siblings, hitting the panel that lowered the suit and set it upright.

"Of course, we took you under our wings, it should be right that we let you go"
Mineta smiled at her younger adoptive sibling, watching her run about and prep the suit up. She watched as she strapped herself in, running the start up sequence before she hit the final lock release and activation latch.

"Ok, safeties off"
She hit the start up butting receiving a warm hum from beneath the seat.

"Power On, testing hydraulics!"
She spun the claws on the end of the arms and raised them up and down.
She proceeded on the arms and finished with that test.

"Ok, locomotion. Here we go"

She thumbed the release for the locks on the legs, taking a step forward with her own leg as the suit followed suit. A resounding thud slapped the floor as the foot pad made contact. She walked forward again with the other leg, receiving the same results. She then proceeded to make the suit run full tilt before she stopped dead before the other end of the warehouse. She turned around and activated the jets, propelling herself forward as she stopped smugly in front of her elders.

"Nice, but now that is ready, what are you going to do with it?"

Thomas looked up at her, smiling at his younger adoptive sibling's achievement.

"Sell it, I know people pay good money for space grade ones, I can use it for the application and pay my way when I apply to the DDD."

Mineta looked at her younger adoptive sibling, beaming. She clambered the suit, smiling at her younger sibling, parting her locks and kissing her on the forehead.

"Go get them, we know you can take care of yourself. Just stop growing up so fast. Your going to pass me up in everything!"

"Hey its not my fault! I just do my job!"

___________________________________________________________________________

They parked the unit aside for that night, for as the siblings, it was their night to celebrate the passing of age for a teenager for making a mark in her first step in to the adult world. That night was revelry, the celebration for Johnah leaving the nest, also on completing her first project and starting her first job. It was certainly the time if any other one in her life, in which she would hold in her heart, even if she never got to land a hit on either of them from then on.