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Rated general for lack of violence, profanity, or sexually explicit material.
Put into scraps for fatfur tomfoolery.
Drone Harvest and the Silicon City universe is © Psion 2010-2013
When metabeings clash, carnage and devastation tends to come with the territory. Salvage operators like Drone Harvest occupy an illegal but relatively lucrative part of the resulting ecosystem, recovering parts from wrecked technology to sell to budget-conscious super villains on the black market. The following is a short introduction story for the mercenary scavenger Drone Harvest and some of the exploits both serious and silly she can be found on.
Introducing Drone Harvest
By Psion
A Silicon City Story
All Rights Reserved
It was dark as the graveyard shift prepared to conduct their hourly patrols at the Delta-6 Reclamation Facility. A federal waste disposal site and the last stop for impounded supervillain technology, D-6 was essentially a high-security junkyard filled with inoperable doomsday machines, wrecked combat robots, and other formerly fiendish contraptions built by tech-savvy neer-do-wells out to destroy or take over the world. Unfortunately, with the economic recession in North America, funding to the site was cut back, staff was downsized and the maintenance budget was reduced. The captain in charge of security was a particularly resourceful individual and stretched what he had to work with well but despite his efforts, holes did form in the security network…
The perimeter fence on the north side was supposed to be completely electrified, every square foot containing enough of a jolt to stun trespassers and kill small woodland creatures. Unfortunately the generator that was supposed to be powering that section of fence broke down a week ago, making the barrier as inert as dirt. Fortunately for the guards, the vulpine gangers known as the East End Ballers hadn’t discovered that gap in the perimeter yet and stuck to their usual entrances on the opposite end of the complex. Unfortunately, the ruse failed to hold up to anyone equipped with a device for detecting electrical currents.
Standing on an overlook outside the facility, a stout figure in a black power suit gently swept the area with a masked gaze. Behind the visor, a female panda studied the readings her suit’s sensors were bringing up. Electrical activity, heat signatures, the silent intruder was slowly painting a very vivid picture of tonight’s security detail. Getting in and getting to work wasn’t going to be a problem but getting her treasures out would be a challenge. Then again it wouldn’t be any real fun if it weren’t a challenge.
Timing her entrance carefully, she quickly crept up to the outer perimeter; her suit’s servomotors propelling her with broad, powerful strides. Jumping up and over the chainlink fence, the suited ursine landed on the other side with a gentle thud before standing up and continuing on. Inside her armor she smiled, having all this power at her fingertips felt so good.
Inside the perimeter, D-6 looked fairly similar to normal junkyards. Substitute the wrecked cars for junked robots heaped in a pile and there wasn’t much difference. Mounds of scrap metal were everywhere. Deeper inside the complex was the original reclamation facility, built on an old strip mine and still functioning as a storehouse for the more dangerous or more easily containable impounded gadgets. While security was definitely tighter the closer one got to the center of D-6; that was also where the best salvage was kept.
Debating the risk versus the reward, the panda decided the payoff wasn’t worth the danger. Drone Harvest didn’t become one of the best black market salvage experts by taking unnecessary risks. The job was treacherous enough as it was without immediately rushing for the most profitable parts.
Safely inside, she activated a series of holographic waypoints on her heads-up display, each digital marker pointing to a promising wreck. Turning towards the closest marker, she sauntered off and looked for a safe place to hide while she worked.
Site one was an enormous combat robot that fought for the nefarious Machinist in the battle of Los Angeles. As tall as a four-story building, the alloyed titan was a menacing sight. Or at least it was at one time, now it lay prone against the ground like a slain metal giant. Its metal skin was punctured and warped around where it was felled by an energy blast but otherwise the robot was untouched. Drone Harvest smiled as she finished appraising the wreckage; this meant that, among other things, the power core was still inside and likely intact. If it were, that alone would be worth a tidy sum on the parts market. If it weren’t… well her suit was more then capable of protecting her and the residual radiation on the rest of the components was almost certainly minimal.
Finding a quiet place amongst the wreckage that was out of sight of guard patrols, the armored panda took a deep breath and deployed her drones. From an oversized backpack-like contraption mounted on the back of her suit, several spider-like robots popped out and formed up in a loose parade formation in front of her. Each was a flurry of spindly legs and motorized tools, an arachnid metalworker the size of a toaster oven. Finally, from the top of the pack, a bee-shaped drone emerged like a butterfly out of its cocoon and hovered about a foot above her head. With her pet robots ready to go, it was time for one last check of her surroundings then lost herself in the data feed…
The spotter bee took flight and hovered above the work site as the tool bugs slowly crawled over the glistening metal carcass. Painted matted black and built from sound-dampening materials, the scout drone floated silently overhead and watched the guards as Drone Harvest directed her mechanical minions to slowly take the disabled robot apart. Working on a side the guards couldn’t see from their patrols, the drones quietly cut and drilled their way past the mech’s metal skin and skittered inside.
The plump panda smiled as her visor displayed the video feed from her drones, the robot’s power supply was still intact. Already this looked like it would be a very good payout if she could remove it safely and take it back with her. The rest was either too badly wrecked or had to be hauled in bulk to be profitable. The only real exception was the robot’s optical sensors. Those appeared to be still in working order and the parts were always in demand for the construction of power armor and new combat robots. Quickly removing the optics as an afterthought, she stuffed them inside her armor’s internal compartments before turning her attention back to the generator. A miniature nuclear reactor powered by a sealed uranium fuel rod, that would be valuable to a lot of different people on the black market. But it would have to be removed slowly, while appearing to be stable it was still not a piece of tech she would want to randomly take a hacksaw to.
Once her sensors confirmed that the power supply was inert, she remotely interfaced with one of her tool bugs and began the delicate process of removing the robot’s heart from its metal carcass. The actual energy core was a relatively smooth lead sphere roughly the size of a medium-sized pumpkin, most likely she would have to leave once she removed it. It would be too cumbersome to carry this around while checking the other sites and besides, it would not be wise to get greedy in D-6. The security might have been lackluster but the captain was prone to calling the Department of Superhero Affairs to send an agent if there was a significant threat spotted on the facility. Whether or not the panda was considered serious enough to warrant a DSA visit was something she was happier not knowing.
Finally, after arguably the tensest half-hour she ever endured, the power supply was free of the metal leviathan. After running one more scan to confirm that yes the generator was completely sealed and posed no detectable radiation risk. While her suit would allow her to safely transport the part to her van without incident, knowing it was still intact was… reassuring when it came to the matter of more long-term storage. Slowly the mechanical spiders brought it back to her as she began to pack up, best not to push her luck much longer…
The escape was as silent and as tense as her entry, carefully listening for and avoiding patrols to get out with her treasures. Then finally, with one mighty leap augmented by her suit’s artificial muscles, Drone Harvest cleared the perimeter fence and disappeared into the night. Hardly the unnecessarily dramatic smash and grabs of more traditional supervillains but early on in her career the ursine female learned one thing, the usual dramatics and clichés were overrated.
Safely at her hideout, a refurbished workshop built in the basement of her comic book shop, “Sue” quickly unloaded tonight’s spoils and made sure they were carefully cataloged before being put away with the rest of her black market stock. Sue was an alias Drone Harvest adopted upon coming to America, her real name best left behind with the rest of her old life. Puttering around in her basement, she briefly tidied up the shop while contemplating how to spend the rest of her night. The comic shop opened late tomorrow and the evening was still young, leaving her left with enough time for one more caper before sunrise. Something relatively expensive to justify the effort but low profile enough that the risk of reprisal was minimal. But what should she do?
She was still contemplating this question when her stomach growled, demanding to be satisfied after being forced to do flipflops during her D-6 antics. Suddenly it was clear how she was going to spend the rest of her night. Accessing the Internet, she looked up the address for the nearest snack food factory. Yes… yes, this will do perfectly.
The Lotto Bun Corporation was a large, national franchise that made a variety of popular snack cakes and other junk food pastries. It was also one of the few companies that maintained an active food processing plant within Silicon City. Four shifts combined to have the factory working nearly twenty-four hours and seven days each week. Trucks arrived every hour on the hour to pick up product and transport it to various distribution centers throughout California. There was a small, roughly six-hour window of time where the factory was shut down and a lonely trio of security guards patrolled the four-acre complex. During that time, roughly a ton of preserved and packaged pastries sat waiting to be shipped first thing in the morning.
Drone Harvest smiled inside her suit as she finished surveying the outside of the facility. Security cameras were present at the loading docks and the employee parking lot and the doors would be wired to trigger an alarm if anyone tampered with them. However, the building’s outer wall was a shell of corrugated steel and the panda’s suit was equipped with a number of integrated tools including a cutting torch… The nest of drones on her back was appropriately reconfigured for the task at hand. A small swarm of ant-like drones for breaking down and disassembling organic material replaced her tool bots. Normally built for recovering materials from biotech or mystic villains who tended to use a lot of organic materials, her Harvester Ants were also good for collecting food and feeding an occasionally lazy drone queen.
As she finished cutting a hole in the wall big enough for her to walk through, the mercenary techie removed the cut section of steel and quietly stepped inside. Using her suit’s ability to detect electrical signals she spotted and kept out of sight of the cameras, concealing herself behind a sturdy pallet of packing materials near the loading docks. Thermal sensors showed three signatures in what appeared to be the break room gathered around something consuming as much electricity as a television… meaning even if she was caught on camera there was probably no real fear of an alarm being raised. Releasing her drones and retracting the lower half of her visor, Drone Harvest lost herself in the data stream once more…
Finding the pastries was easy enough; several pallets near the front of the loading dock were sealed and wrapped with stacks of colorful boxes plainly visible beneath the plastic shrink-wrap. Cutting into the packages easily, the drones picked through the piles of pastries and began marching back, forming a single line like an army of cartoon ants demolishing a picnic. Sue smiled as her mechanical minions began to feed her one tasty morsel after another. Setting them on an automatic routine, she focused on the task of swallowing and savoring her ill-gotten gains. Her belly grew tighter and tighter as she stuffed herself. Sugary cream, light and fluffy pastry, decadent chocolate shells… a variety of flavors and sensations passed her lips as she continued to gorge herself. Lazily she sat down and ran a hand along the rubbery fibrous material she used to make her suit. While lousy for deflecting bullets it stretched beautifully when she let herself go during capers like this one. Slowly, bit by bit, the black-marketer’s belly began to have more in common with a termite or ant queen then the plump paunch of an ursine. A big eater by nature, she had little trouble devouring a dizzying amount of pastries. Her belly swelled before her seated figure, expanding like a balloon. It was only after her gut stretched past her knees and started to work on conquering her ankles that the panda managed to break through her gluttonous torpor to ask one important question; how was she going to get out of here…?
Put into scraps for fatfur tomfoolery.
Drone Harvest and the Silicon City universe is © Psion 2010-2013
When metabeings clash, carnage and devastation tends to come with the territory. Salvage operators like Drone Harvest occupy an illegal but relatively lucrative part of the resulting ecosystem, recovering parts from wrecked technology to sell to budget-conscious super villains on the black market. The following is a short introduction story for the mercenary scavenger Drone Harvest and some of the exploits both serious and silly she can be found on.
Introducing Drone Harvest
By Psion
A Silicon City Story
All Rights Reserved
It was dark as the graveyard shift prepared to conduct their hourly patrols at the Delta-6 Reclamation Facility. A federal waste disposal site and the last stop for impounded supervillain technology, D-6 was essentially a high-security junkyard filled with inoperable doomsday machines, wrecked combat robots, and other formerly fiendish contraptions built by tech-savvy neer-do-wells out to destroy or take over the world. Unfortunately, with the economic recession in North America, funding to the site was cut back, staff was downsized and the maintenance budget was reduced. The captain in charge of security was a particularly resourceful individual and stretched what he had to work with well but despite his efforts, holes did form in the security network…
The perimeter fence on the north side was supposed to be completely electrified, every square foot containing enough of a jolt to stun trespassers and kill small woodland creatures. Unfortunately the generator that was supposed to be powering that section of fence broke down a week ago, making the barrier as inert as dirt. Fortunately for the guards, the vulpine gangers known as the East End Ballers hadn’t discovered that gap in the perimeter yet and stuck to their usual entrances on the opposite end of the complex. Unfortunately, the ruse failed to hold up to anyone equipped with a device for detecting electrical currents.
Standing on an overlook outside the facility, a stout figure in a black power suit gently swept the area with a masked gaze. Behind the visor, a female panda studied the readings her suit’s sensors were bringing up. Electrical activity, heat signatures, the silent intruder was slowly painting a very vivid picture of tonight’s security detail. Getting in and getting to work wasn’t going to be a problem but getting her treasures out would be a challenge. Then again it wouldn’t be any real fun if it weren’t a challenge.
Timing her entrance carefully, she quickly crept up to the outer perimeter; her suit’s servomotors propelling her with broad, powerful strides. Jumping up and over the chainlink fence, the suited ursine landed on the other side with a gentle thud before standing up and continuing on. Inside her armor she smiled, having all this power at her fingertips felt so good.
Inside the perimeter, D-6 looked fairly similar to normal junkyards. Substitute the wrecked cars for junked robots heaped in a pile and there wasn’t much difference. Mounds of scrap metal were everywhere. Deeper inside the complex was the original reclamation facility, built on an old strip mine and still functioning as a storehouse for the more dangerous or more easily containable impounded gadgets. While security was definitely tighter the closer one got to the center of D-6; that was also where the best salvage was kept.
Debating the risk versus the reward, the panda decided the payoff wasn’t worth the danger. Drone Harvest didn’t become one of the best black market salvage experts by taking unnecessary risks. The job was treacherous enough as it was without immediately rushing for the most profitable parts.
Safely inside, she activated a series of holographic waypoints on her heads-up display, each digital marker pointing to a promising wreck. Turning towards the closest marker, she sauntered off and looked for a safe place to hide while she worked.
Site one was an enormous combat robot that fought for the nefarious Machinist in the battle of Los Angeles. As tall as a four-story building, the alloyed titan was a menacing sight. Or at least it was at one time, now it lay prone against the ground like a slain metal giant. Its metal skin was punctured and warped around where it was felled by an energy blast but otherwise the robot was untouched. Drone Harvest smiled as she finished appraising the wreckage; this meant that, among other things, the power core was still inside and likely intact. If it were, that alone would be worth a tidy sum on the parts market. If it weren’t… well her suit was more then capable of protecting her and the residual radiation on the rest of the components was almost certainly minimal.
Finding a quiet place amongst the wreckage that was out of sight of guard patrols, the armored panda took a deep breath and deployed her drones. From an oversized backpack-like contraption mounted on the back of her suit, several spider-like robots popped out and formed up in a loose parade formation in front of her. Each was a flurry of spindly legs and motorized tools, an arachnid metalworker the size of a toaster oven. Finally, from the top of the pack, a bee-shaped drone emerged like a butterfly out of its cocoon and hovered about a foot above her head. With her pet robots ready to go, it was time for one last check of her surroundings then lost herself in the data feed…
The spotter bee took flight and hovered above the work site as the tool bugs slowly crawled over the glistening metal carcass. Painted matted black and built from sound-dampening materials, the scout drone floated silently overhead and watched the guards as Drone Harvest directed her mechanical minions to slowly take the disabled robot apart. Working on a side the guards couldn’t see from their patrols, the drones quietly cut and drilled their way past the mech’s metal skin and skittered inside.
The plump panda smiled as her visor displayed the video feed from her drones, the robot’s power supply was still intact. Already this looked like it would be a very good payout if she could remove it safely and take it back with her. The rest was either too badly wrecked or had to be hauled in bulk to be profitable. The only real exception was the robot’s optical sensors. Those appeared to be still in working order and the parts were always in demand for the construction of power armor and new combat robots. Quickly removing the optics as an afterthought, she stuffed them inside her armor’s internal compartments before turning her attention back to the generator. A miniature nuclear reactor powered by a sealed uranium fuel rod, that would be valuable to a lot of different people on the black market. But it would have to be removed slowly, while appearing to be stable it was still not a piece of tech she would want to randomly take a hacksaw to.
Once her sensors confirmed that the power supply was inert, she remotely interfaced with one of her tool bugs and began the delicate process of removing the robot’s heart from its metal carcass. The actual energy core was a relatively smooth lead sphere roughly the size of a medium-sized pumpkin, most likely she would have to leave once she removed it. It would be too cumbersome to carry this around while checking the other sites and besides, it would not be wise to get greedy in D-6. The security might have been lackluster but the captain was prone to calling the Department of Superhero Affairs to send an agent if there was a significant threat spotted on the facility. Whether or not the panda was considered serious enough to warrant a DSA visit was something she was happier not knowing.
Finally, after arguably the tensest half-hour she ever endured, the power supply was free of the metal leviathan. After running one more scan to confirm that yes the generator was completely sealed and posed no detectable radiation risk. While her suit would allow her to safely transport the part to her van without incident, knowing it was still intact was… reassuring when it came to the matter of more long-term storage. Slowly the mechanical spiders brought it back to her as she began to pack up, best not to push her luck much longer…
The escape was as silent and as tense as her entry, carefully listening for and avoiding patrols to get out with her treasures. Then finally, with one mighty leap augmented by her suit’s artificial muscles, Drone Harvest cleared the perimeter fence and disappeared into the night. Hardly the unnecessarily dramatic smash and grabs of more traditional supervillains but early on in her career the ursine female learned one thing, the usual dramatics and clichés were overrated.
Safely at her hideout, a refurbished workshop built in the basement of her comic book shop, “Sue” quickly unloaded tonight’s spoils and made sure they were carefully cataloged before being put away with the rest of her black market stock. Sue was an alias Drone Harvest adopted upon coming to America, her real name best left behind with the rest of her old life. Puttering around in her basement, she briefly tidied up the shop while contemplating how to spend the rest of her night. The comic shop opened late tomorrow and the evening was still young, leaving her left with enough time for one more caper before sunrise. Something relatively expensive to justify the effort but low profile enough that the risk of reprisal was minimal. But what should she do?
She was still contemplating this question when her stomach growled, demanding to be satisfied after being forced to do flipflops during her D-6 antics. Suddenly it was clear how she was going to spend the rest of her night. Accessing the Internet, she looked up the address for the nearest snack food factory. Yes… yes, this will do perfectly.
The Lotto Bun Corporation was a large, national franchise that made a variety of popular snack cakes and other junk food pastries. It was also one of the few companies that maintained an active food processing plant within Silicon City. Four shifts combined to have the factory working nearly twenty-four hours and seven days each week. Trucks arrived every hour on the hour to pick up product and transport it to various distribution centers throughout California. There was a small, roughly six-hour window of time where the factory was shut down and a lonely trio of security guards patrolled the four-acre complex. During that time, roughly a ton of preserved and packaged pastries sat waiting to be shipped first thing in the morning.
Drone Harvest smiled inside her suit as she finished surveying the outside of the facility. Security cameras were present at the loading docks and the employee parking lot and the doors would be wired to trigger an alarm if anyone tampered with them. However, the building’s outer wall was a shell of corrugated steel and the panda’s suit was equipped with a number of integrated tools including a cutting torch… The nest of drones on her back was appropriately reconfigured for the task at hand. A small swarm of ant-like drones for breaking down and disassembling organic material replaced her tool bots. Normally built for recovering materials from biotech or mystic villains who tended to use a lot of organic materials, her Harvester Ants were also good for collecting food and feeding an occasionally lazy drone queen.
As she finished cutting a hole in the wall big enough for her to walk through, the mercenary techie removed the cut section of steel and quietly stepped inside. Using her suit’s ability to detect electrical signals she spotted and kept out of sight of the cameras, concealing herself behind a sturdy pallet of packing materials near the loading docks. Thermal sensors showed three signatures in what appeared to be the break room gathered around something consuming as much electricity as a television… meaning even if she was caught on camera there was probably no real fear of an alarm being raised. Releasing her drones and retracting the lower half of her visor, Drone Harvest lost herself in the data stream once more…
Finding the pastries was easy enough; several pallets near the front of the loading dock were sealed and wrapped with stacks of colorful boxes plainly visible beneath the plastic shrink-wrap. Cutting into the packages easily, the drones picked through the piles of pastries and began marching back, forming a single line like an army of cartoon ants demolishing a picnic. Sue smiled as her mechanical minions began to feed her one tasty morsel after another. Setting them on an automatic routine, she focused on the task of swallowing and savoring her ill-gotten gains. Her belly grew tighter and tighter as she stuffed herself. Sugary cream, light and fluffy pastry, decadent chocolate shells… a variety of flavors and sensations passed her lips as she continued to gorge herself. Lazily she sat down and ran a hand along the rubbery fibrous material she used to make her suit. While lousy for deflecting bullets it stretched beautifully when she let herself go during capers like this one. Slowly, bit by bit, the black-marketer’s belly began to have more in common with a termite or ant queen then the plump paunch of an ursine. A big eater by nature, she had little trouble devouring a dizzying amount of pastries. Her belly swelled before her seated figure, expanding like a balloon. It was only after her gut stretched past her knees and started to work on conquering her ankles that the panda managed to break through her gluttonous torpor to ask one important question; how was she going to get out of here…?
Category Story / Fat Furs
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