The servitors are convicts and sinners of the Imperium of Man, sentenced to endless servitude and lobotomized and cybernetically enhanced.

They carry out many tasks, mostly manual labor, from glorified printers to cargo carriers.

Some of them, however, are repurposed for military purposes.

Like this one, for example, a felinid woman was graciously recruited for the holiest of tasks - purging the heretics.

A sentry turret was placed on her back, her arms removed, and her legs replaced by spare legs the Mechanicus had on hand.

Waddling on rusty, mismatched limbs, her mind not in control over her own body, trapped inside her head, the combat servitor couldn't make any choices but what was ordered to do.

And a new order came in, barked by the glorious Commissar to lead the charge at the enemy line through the no man's land, a wasteland bombarded to hell and back.

Upon receiving the command, the female felinid felt her body jolt, mechanical parts revving up to life and marching towards the assigned direction.

Her sorry, soft body wiggled at her every heavy stomp, big breasts wobbling up and down in all their voluminous beauty, and her fat ass juggling behind her, surely catching stares from the guardsmen.

Unable to make a sound under the drooling gasmask, the servitor picked up the pace as she obediently dashed towards her target.

But before she left the trench, her eye caught your stare at her...

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Art by PsakornThoi
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The character belongs to  kelnich