Vespidian Arc 3, Chapter 4

The morning came all too quickly and Fire Chief woke me up. It took a few to realize what was happening and the morning wood was out... yeah not a good start. Stupid cunt get back in there! Why can't you just stay in there? You are embarrassing me here. He was cool about it though, did not stare or anything. In fact his eyes were locked onto my face the whole time. Those dreamy baby blue spheres. The type of thing you can get lost in. My eyes on the other hand were pitch black and that red glaring pupil that materialized when I concentrated. Although it might be that the whole eye is the pupil... interesting thought. They were like ugly gashes against my bone white mask of a face. Nevertheless I looked like I was possessed by something, like some spawn of Satan if he fucked the shit out of a wasp.

“I heard that I get a suit.” My smile spread as I followed him down the corridors.

“Yeah, I have been working on it for a month.” Grinned Fire Chief. This guy really loves mechas. “It has stabilizers and four arms slots to accommodate you. What do you think about the name Mecha Nurse?”

“Who the hell thought that up? I don't know jack shit about medical stuff. At the least not with humans.”

He looked disappointed. “You don't like it? I thought you would.”

“Why would you think that?”

“Neon Nurse said it would be cool to have a Nurse duo on the team.”

Of course she would. I shook my head vaguely. “No. Just call me Vespidian. Why would I have to change my name anyway?”

“Well the wasp thing does not really go well with the team theme. I mean we have Medavac, Enforcer, Neon Nurse, and me. That and we can't exactly parade your real self around. How about Mecha Medic?”

“Why do I have to be some sort of mechanized health worker? I can't exactly change what I am you know.”

“Well the suit has already been made and it is a little on the girly side.”

“Fuck me. Just let me see the damned thing and then I will think up a name.”

Well it certainly was girly, well actually I should say womanly. A tall frame, it was about seven foot, thin and lanky. The armor was white with pink stripes all over it. There was a giant pink medical cross on the front. This was that schematic I saw Neon Nurse with. She was the one who designed it. Should I be flattered? The more I looked at it, the more I began to wonder where the hell my abdomen was supposed to go. I mean this suit was essentially a shapely metal woman with thick shoulder pads. If somebody told me it was a robot I would not think twice about it. There was a black material that stretched, it was the undersuit and filled in between all the armor plates. The feet ended in platform heels and the legs were very skinny. The armor was segmented off at the hips and the arms at the shoulders and elbows.

The body formed a leotard like shape and exposed the ass like a thong... Neon Nurse must be behind this. It had huge tits too, although I suppose for the size they would only be large Ds, they were hard and metallic thank god, knowing Neon Nurse this could have gone way worse. There was a jet pack on the curved back, it seemed out of place and made it bulky on that section. The cranium was expanded backwards to accommodate my own head. The design was well the same as my head... won't people be able to tell it is me? I mean shit who else has a crescent moon growing out of the back of their head? At the least the tentacles wigglies did not get added. There was even two antenna slots that gave it a super robo feel. No facial features, it was a blank, reflective screen. I stood staring at it. They made it, so I might as well try it on. I got the vague idea that it was a mechanized stripper. Well at the least it has sex appeal. Better than being a fugly bug.

“Where does my abdomen go?”

“Oh right here. You plug it into the jump pack.”

“What do you mean plug in? This fucking thing is not going to rape me is it?”

“No. Why would you even think that? See look right here there is a slot that you can slide it in.”

“So I have sex with it?”

He rolled his eyes at me. “No. Come on Vesper. Look your abdomen gets locked in place here so that it does not go flopping around. Now it will be a little uncomfortable, but you should get used to it.”

“Well sorry. Neon Nurse helped out with it so there is no telling.”

“She is not that bad.”

He opened the suit and all of the front moved to the side allowing me to climb in. So that is why it was so bulky. My abdomen was to go up my back and be secured in place below the jump jet, which was not all that big, the extra room was for me. My wings though were the only remaining problem. There was not really anywhere to put them. The only thing I could do was to fold them around myself. It was not hard, just not comfortable. I stepped in securing the various straps in place and slowly it began to lower into place around me. Everything fit snugly... it felt more like a rubberized full body suit. Damn this was some high end kinky shit. I wonder how much people pay to experience this? I mean there was no extra room in this thing. Neon Nurse had been very thorough in her measurements. The arms moved to my will and the antenna wriggled their way into the compartments. I could see out the clear glass, but there were lights to the sides and it felt like a computer hud, complete with targeting reticle that followed where I was concentrating. Not entirely sure how it does that since my eyes don't move. It felt like a videogame, which excited me and scared me at the same time. Can I really control myself like this?

With a hiss everything locked into place and the suit sealed up. I flexed the hands and looked over the bay where we were. It was like a car repair place, granted there were mechanical suits hanging all around from steel cords. This was one of his work stations and oil stains covered the floor, neon and fluorescent liquids had leaked out of cracked tubes. What the hell was this thing powered with anyway? The hud filtered light and dimmed everything according to the amount of light that was present. It kept everything at a typical sunny afternoon of brightness. In other words it countered my light sensitivity. It would be bad to underestimate science. I mean if he has this shit what the hell does the military have? That thought made me shudder a little.

“So how does it feel?” He asked looking at a tablet, then up at me.

“First time I have worn a suit... so no idea.” My voice was different, mechanical yet still feminine, very strange. I sounded like one of those synthetic woman voices.

“Well walk around a little. See if things are working properly.”

I took a step and cords unbuckled from behind me. Oddly I felt light despite having several inches of metal between me and the world. Come to think of it I have been more or less naked since my transformation. Funny I only realized that now. Well when you wear your skeleton on the outside I suppose it is hard to notice, besides it is not like I can wear normal clothes. Ugh, just imagining that is kinda gross and just weird. I squat down and stretched my legs. This thing was insanely flexible. I was expecting it to be bulky. The rubbery sealing material rode up my ass though, I could not look, but I had the feeling that the outline of my booty was quite visible. I suppose eye candy is important for image right? I guess it actually did serve a purpose, if the whole thing was metal it would be clunky as hell. I rotated the arms and they were hardly restricted at all. My neck was a little limited. Normally, well ever since Panther snapped my neck, I could almost move my head like an owl, but now I could only manage 180 degree turns.

I lifted my leg up to see how far it could stretch, surprisingly not much different than normal I could almost kick myself in the face. Neon Nurse and Fire Chief are scary with how good they articulate designs together. Well I suppose a Robo obsessed Cyborg would be very compatible with a Mechanized suit obsessed Engineer. Over all I think I might be in love with this thing. The only thing that I have any complaints about would be the lack of wings. I mean nobody will scream or point at me like I am a monster if I wear this. I could actually be a real hero with this thing. Dad will be so proud.

“Hey you guys did good on this.”

“So you like it?”

“Yeah, but I want metal wings so that I can fit my real wing in them. It is a little uncomfortable as is.”

“I will have to work on that.”

“I thought up a name.”

“What.” He asked looking me over.

“Mecha Stripper.”

He looked absolutely flabbergasted and gawked at me. Then his face went red with anger. “You will not use my suit under such a name!”

“No good? Alright how about Lady Lust? No... The Shafter? Piledriver? Pole Grinder! Sparkle Kat? Oh I got it! Bambi.”

“If you are not going to take this seriously then I will force a name on you.”

I giggled, it was so fun to tease him. “I was just joking. I was actually considering Mecha Fairy. What do you think?”

Fire Chief rubbed his face, he was considering it. I was getting the distinct feeling that he did not approve. “How does this thing look like a fairy?”

“Trust me. Get some wings on this thing and I will make it a fairy. Can you make holographic wings?”

“Not my specialty. I can make mechanical wings, but they won't generate enough lift to actually fly. Though if they were just for show and I had the jump pack in the middle like it is then...” He rambled off and seemed to be thinking up designs. “I got it. Basically your wings will go into the center of the fake wings and we can make them like a butterfly. It would be good to light them up as well. You have some good ideas.”

“I had nothing to do with that, all you.” I smirked, but he did not see it. “So this is basically my hero identity now?”

“Yeah. You will be on my team and won't show your real self out in public. It would cause problems.”

“I know I am bug freak, but is it that bad?”

“There is something of a stigma around aberrations and sub, non humans. The media would go into a frenzy over you. It would not be good.”

“So I see, well that is kinda fucked. I guess I need to stay hidden then.”

“We just need to show them that you are good. Then if you slip up or somebody gets your identity we can point at your record.”

“Sounds good. I was a little disappointed that I had no secret identity. I mean that is the cool and mysterious part about being a hero after all.”

“It is not as fun as you would think. It is for protection so that villains and rabid activists can't target your family and friends.”

“Activists?”

“Yeah. A lot of people do not like Supers in general, not just the less than human or I suppose more than human depending on how you look at it.” He said with a tired expression. “They think we are dangerous and should be either exterminated or incarcerated. To them we are all the same. That is what the Hero League wants to fix. It seeks to coexist with civis.”

“Well that is admirable. I want to help. I mean look at me if I could get a good rep imagine how many less discombobulated Supers could emerge from the shadows.”

“I have been at this for a while kid. It gets old quick so you better brace yourself. Some people will never be happy no matter what you do. At times this is a thankless job, other times they will flat out reject and blame you, but then there are the times when people thank you from the bottom of their hearts and it makes it all worth it.”

“Jesus man don't get so deep on me here.”

“It is better to know what you are getting into than to go in blind.”

“Well thanks. At the least you don't pussy foot around. Now that I am on your team what should I call you? Sir or something like that?”

“Call me Chief it is what everybody at the Station calls me. I should mention that you will be on the Junior Team.”

“The station? Whoa, whoa, whoa what the fuck is the Junior Team?”

“Yeah the Fire Station. It is something like my base of operations. It is also where the Junior Team is. They are the cadets that have powers, but are either inexperienced or under aged.”

“You are sticking me with the Scrubs!?”

“Well yeah. Give it a year and you can join my team. With Medavac and the others.”

“A year? Come on Chief. Really the B team? You know how strong I am.”

“Yes. You are strong and have made lots of improvements, but you are also undisciplined, unproven and it will be good structure for you.”

“I don't like this.” I scowled with crossed arms.

“They are good people. Give it a try. Trust me on this. This will probably be one of the best things for you right now.”

I stood there with my hands on my hips. Damn it Chief don't do this to me. “Fine but how often do I see you? What the hell do they even do?”

“Well on the non crazy calls they are dispatched to help out. The team leader Astro Glide is good at holding the team together. Gravity Squeeze is pretty good as the sub captain as well.”

I stared at him blankly. “You are sticking me under a guy named Astro Glide? What is he a porn star? Now the stripper suit makes sense.”

“No, he flies. He has counter magnetism. Get your mind out of the gutter girl.”

I rubbed my face, or at the least tried the helmet got in the way. “We will try it out I guess.”

He grinned. “Good we will move your stuff over to the Station.”

I nodded vaguely. I really don't know how I feel about this. They are not a bunch of weirdos are they? “How many are on the team?”

“Five with you. I am sticking you in the advanced Team. There are four lower teams that are still in training.”

“So I am in the A team of the Scrubs? Well at least I am not in the F team. You sure about this?”

“Just give it a try.”

“Fine. I get it. I have been wondering does Neon Nurse have a suit too?”

“Yeah it is over here.”

It looked a lot like mine. In fact mine was probably just an altered version of hers. The suit was smaller and more compact. The breasts were not as big and the nurse motif was extremely blatant. On her chest was the medical cross with a syringe stabbing through it. It had a sort of helmet that would allow her face to be exposed and a shield of glass to protect it. One of the major differences was that on her back were three arms with syringes at the end. They also had robo hands to pick things up. A large tank of chemicals attached to the center of the back weighed down the whole suit. Her left arm had a tower shield of some sort of glass attached to it. Knowing her it was not something mundane. It reminded me of riot gear. Her right arm was thick and at the wrist was a bracer that had tubes running back, they connected to a massive syringe gun. The legs were sturdy looking and oozed femininity. The feet were something reminiscent of fuck me boots. The entire suit was lit up by neon pink tubes. Something about it seemed well... evil. Hard to explain, but I was getting some bad vibes.

“That thing looks kinda scary.”

“Well that is her combat suit. She only uses it when she is fighting villains.”

“So I see.”

I continued my stretches, rotating the neck and other limbs while he checked all the vitals and other more mechanical meters. Everything seemed up to snuff so a test use was in order. He put on his suit and we made our way to the testing area. It felt amazing to be looked at not as a monster, but as a hero. I could feel the stares and I grinned happily. There were no looks of disgust or fear, instead it was mostly just curiosity and a couple people were even checking me out. My happiness was short lived though. Unfortunately Captain Metal and Panther were there working out when we arrived. I spun around ready to leave when Chief placed a hand on my shoulder dragging me along.

Panther was far too concerned with his leg lifts to care about me, but Captain Metal gave me a hard stare. “Hey Fire Chief who the fuck is this?”

I looked between them and he replied. “This is Mecha Fairy. She just joined my team and we are checking on her ranks while suited.”

“Fairy? Why does she have four arms?”

“Lower pair is mechanical and helps with lifting cars and the like during rescues.”

“That is pretty smart.” He nodded and extended his arm to shake. “Well glad to have you on board.”

I uneasily took it and shook. What the fuck was that? Does this guy just hate subhumans or something? So what, now that he thinks I am human it is all good?! What a fucking asshole. I unconsciously gripped his hand super hard. He winced and ripped his hand out of my grasp. I hope that I broke something.

“Sorry. I am not used to the suit yet.” I smirked.

“You got quite the grip.” He grimaced. Yes! I hurt him a little there. You deserve worse.

“Why thank you. No, I am just happy to meet you.”

“She might be stronger than me.” Said Fire Chief, motioning for me to follow him.

“Seriously?”

“I don't know it is why we are testing.”

“I am ready, put me in coach.” My fingers trembled with glee.

Fire Chief brushed him off and I grinned evilly. Good going. Panther was still listening to music and lifting a huge weight with his legs. Captain Metal went back to his own business as we approached the gravity weight. I had used it before and had been maxed out at three thousand pounds with my arms and six with my legs. Granted that was my rank 2 and I had been working out a lot since then. He set the dial to six thousand pounds and I nervously anchored my hands onto the grips. With a grunt I lift it overhead. He nodded and made it increase again. Seven and then he skipped to ten thousand. After I did that rather easily he jumped it up another ten thousand pounds. All my arms strained to lift it though I got the feeling I could do more and I lifted it over head. We continued this until I maxed out at thirty thousand pounds. Holy shit I fucking love this suit! I was surprised that I was not overheating after the exertion. The inside of the suit was climate controlled. They thought of everything just about when they made this thing for me. Next was to try my legs. We hooked the bar onto my shoulders and started at twenty thousand. I lifted it rather easily. He skipped straight to forty and progressively we increased it. I heaved it up barely at fifty-five thousand and he had to pull it away before it crushed me.

“Looks like mid rank 3.”

“That is awesome!” I shrieked happily, hugging him. “I never would have thought I could lift that much.”

“You will get stronger.”

“You think?”

Fire Chief pat me on the shoulder. “Definitely. Alright let's go check your speed.”

I took his hand to get up and we walked over to the track. He gave the go ahead and I sprinted then full out ran. It was a little awkward I mean it is hard to run in heels. I had never even worn heels before, the damned things were so off balanced. I tripped, but used my arms to bounce right back onto my feet and keep going. I had completed the mile in two minutes. I stood catching my breathe. Then I ran it again on all sixes. I felt like a machine, like holy fuck I was fast. My arms and legs moved in perfect synchronization. The mile had only taken fifty seconds. After it ended I just lay there at the finish line staring up at the ceiling. I had never felt this accomplished before in my entire life.

“Panther did you see that? How the hell did she run like that?” Said Captain Metal standing off to the side.

Panther looked like he was thinking on it. “Rank 3. Fire Chief how did she not dislocate her legs?”

“You could say she is something of a gymnast. Her hip joints are essentially a ball pivot and she can direct it in any direction. Why don't you show them just how flexible you are, Mecha Fairy.”

I nodded ready to show off. Got a good stretch of my legs and arms, then I pretzeled my whole body into a ball. This was something I had learned to do during my captivity. I had done it twice to escape Neon Nurse and get under my bed. With a flick of my finger the ball rolled about and I used my antenna to steer. When I got bored my body realigned and I rose to my feet. They were looking at me with open mouths. I just grinned and looked to Fire Chief.

“It seems the suit has only raised your limits by one Rank. That is still very good. To think you went up a full rank in two months of training is amazing.” He said patting me on the shoulder. I felt so damned fulfilled.

“So I am roughly ten times stronger than I was?” He nodded. This suit was amazing. To think it could make me that strong. Then a strange question came to mind. “How strong is the suit?”

“The neural interface is set to keep it from breaking your body's limits. The suit itself is capable of Rank 6 abilities.”

“Neural what now?”

“Oh god.” Sighed Fire Chief. “She did not tell you? Neon Nurse grafted an interface to the back of your skull two weeks ago.”

“That bitch!” I screamed. “I told her no cyborg shit!”

“The only reason that the suit even works is because of that neural interface.” He said trying to calm me down. “Look the thing is only the size of a quarter and it links into the helmet. In other words you are the only one who can wear that suit.”

I sat and crossed my arms angrily. “If she had asked I would have said yes. The problem is she did not ask. Although I guess she did ask and I was just too out of it from all the other crap going on. I suppose I should be thanking her.”

“We all know how she gets. Geniuses tend to be eccentric”

“I know. I am just afraid I will wake up one day and be a cyborg.”

“She would not do that. Besides she helps a lot of people.”

“I know.” I grumbled.

“Your testing is very good though.”

“Yeah, but I should be capable of more. I still need to work a lot harder.” I said bitterly. I thought that I had been pushing it to the limits. Maybe I should just work out until I plow my body into the ground. Come to think of it Molotov was saying something about that. Maybe I should start bench pressing cars.

“Don't feel bad about it. There are a lot of people who have put on one of my suits and only been a rank two or three.”

“Really?”

“Yeah don't worry about it. You have plenty of time to grow stronger.”

I nodded and stood up again. “So is that everything here?”

“Yeah you can go back to your room.”

“Fuck that I want to do something. Hey, take me on patrol with you.”

“On patrol? We have not even field tested that suit yet.” He said poking me in the chest.

“Well then let's give it a field test. Take me with you. I am bored.”

“Fine.” He relented and I latched onto his leg happily. You are not getting away from me so easily.