TAMA vs Barchiel (FOR THE EMPORAAAAAAA-*bzzt*AAAAH!!!)

"Analysis complete. Hero not present. Continuing search...

The sexy android stepped out of the tavern and into the evening air of the Town of Tabor, scanning the gathered, terrified populace for signs of one who could be classified a "Hero". Most of them did not appear either capable or willing to confront the bucket of fuck that had come to town and issued a demand for a "Hero" to be her slave. A couple of brave souls had initially made the attempt to confront her, but none succeeded.

Analysis complete. No hero detected. Initiating oppression protocol. Greetings, citi-*bzzt*MEATBAGS. You will be proce-*bzzt* FUCKED INTO SUBMISSION. ASSUME THE POSITION THAT BRINGS YOU MOST PLEASURE." TAMA commanded.

It was clear that 1) the android was damaged, and 2) she needed to be stopped!

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=REVISED RULESET APPLIES=

->For strength/charisma/intelligence every 1 point in either stat is equal to 1 point of damage.
->For stamina/willpower, every 1 point is equal to 2 points of health/will.
->For stamina/dexterity/agility/taming every 1 point is equal to 5%.

=TAMA=

Taming: 8

Stats:

Strength: 5
Dexterity: 5
Stamina: 5
Agility: 3
Charisma: 2

Passive Skill

Full Alert: This unit possesses impressive sonar and visual capabilities, able to detect targe-*bzzt* MISBEHAVING SLAVES from all angles within a 2 mile radius. Coupled with a chassis and limbs that can move 360 degrees in any direction, this unit's agility is increased by 1 point per level. *bzzt* WARNING: UNIT IS AWARE OF A WALL NEITHER VISIBLE TO THE NAKED EYE OR KNOWABLE BY THE MEATBAGS. INVESTIGATION REQUIRED.

Combat Skills

Grapple: This unit attempts to grapple a target. If successful, target is afflicted by Bound status.

"Love Me" Gas: When a target is afflicted with Bound status, this unit's "face shield" raises to produce an inhalant in the form of a pink, gaseous substance. When inhaled, target may become afflicted with Infatuation. Upon inhalation, target receives 2 points of willpower damage and is released to pursue their desires with this unit.

Silicone Butt Tease: This unit's body is 90% silicone-based. On a whim, this unit may inflate, deflate, or perform acts to arouse the target greatly. When performing, this unit prefers pressing its butt against a target's crotch and overwhelming them with rubbing. A target may find this unit's butt quite firm and intoxicating, leading to Charmed status. Otherwise, this technique only does 2 damage. WARNING: WALL INTERFERING WITH ANALYSIS OF CAPABILITIES.

Silicone Breast Press: This unit's*bzzt* (EXPLANATION ALREADY STATED) breasts are quite soft. A target's desires may be fulfilled with this unit's breasts if they desire. When a unit's pants are removed, this unit may engage them physically with what persons of this world call "paizuri" or "puff-puff". If target has refused to disrobe, this unit may inflict Bound and press its breasts against their crotch in that manner. Targets will receive 2 points of damage.

Hypnotic Light Show: This unit's face shield protects important circuitry, and produces visual indicators of its statu-*bzzt*VISUAL STIMULI TO DISTRACT SLAVES. When this display engages, a target may find themselves overwhelmed mentally. May inflict Trance status. 2 points of willpower damage otherwise.

Kissable Lips: This unit's body can be altered accordi-*bzzt* (EXPLANATION ALREADY STATED) The face shield may produce a pair of puffy, albeit normal-sized lips. Such lips are inhumanly soft and quite tempting for weaker targets. A target who is kissed receives 2 points of willpower damage.

"Sleepy-time" Gas: As stated before *pause for interruption* ... this unit's face-plate may raise to expose a gas-producing subsystem. Targets that insist on damaging this unit will be blasted with a calming gas. 2 willpower damage with a chance to inflict Exhaustion.

=Barchiel=

Stats:
Strength: 3
Dexterity: 3
Stamina: 3
Intelligence: 1
Willpower: 2
Agility: 3

Moves

Bolter: The ideal long range weapon, and one that Barchiel has put much effort into maintaining. Does 2 damage. Can only be used three times before Barchiel has to spend a turn reloading it.

Heavy Bolter: The heavy bolter packs more of a wallop than it's counterpart, hence the name. Does 4 damage, but it can only be fired once before it must be reloaded.

Flamer: Be you Tyranid, Tau, or Midara, nothing can handle the might of this flamethrower. Doing 3 damage, the flames have a chance to -surprise, surprise- set people on fire, doing a point of damage until the flames die out, or the enemy puts them out. (Though it DOES burn away clothing, which might not be the best thing to use on creatures that have seduction as their M.O.)

Plasma Rifle: BZZZAP! This electrified gun packs one hell of a shocking surprise. Does 2 damage.

Steel Rain: Using a Jump Pack to get high into the air, during the next turn, the Space Marine will allow himself to slam down onto the enemy with the weight of....Well, a hulking suit of armor. 4 damage, but if he's hit before he can land the actual blow, it will be interrupted. If that happens, or Barchiel misses, he will be dazed for a turn, allowing for a free attack.

Chainsword: Barchiel's personal favorite weapon, this chainsaw sword is his preferred melee weapon, doing about 3 damage.

Power Fist: When the going gets tough, the tough get punch-y. When he's getting desperate, Barchiel will break out the Big Guns, delivering a powerful right hook to his enemy and doing 4 damage. Unfortunately, the Fist requires a few turns to recharge after use.

Heavy footsteps resounded through the town as Barchiel continued on his long trek. Strangely enough, after dealing with a certain Oni who had...defeated him quickly, the Space Marine had found neither hide nor hair of any Midara. It was quite infuriating, after all. How could creatures that were rumored to be everywhere be so Emperor-damned hard to find?!

As the armored behemoth of a man continued to walk, he heard what sounded like a..robot of sorts. Perhaps a result of the Adeptus Mechanicus? Not likely, especially given that this creature was speaking of "Fucking people into submission."

Eyes narrowing behind the helmet he wore, Barchiel stepped forward, a Bolter out and primed to fire. "Halt! I am Barchiel of the Blood Ravens, 43rd Division! State your name and, in your case, primary directive!"

Quote :

"Halt! I am Barchiel of the Blood Ravens, 43rd Division! State your name and, in your case, primary directive!"

The demands had reached TAMA as expected, and her attention turned from a rather strapping-looking stud-muf-*bzzt* STALLION quaking in terror to the armored behemoth that now demanded her attention. TAMA turned in the most robotic way, intrigued by the new arrival.

"Scanning... Appears robotic. Threat level: Unknown. Greetings, fellow automo-*bzzt*TIN CAN. Your assista-*bzzt* SUBMISSION is requested. This unit apologizes for any discomfort you may experience." TAMA greeted monotonously.

She began her approach towards the towering goliath, unawares of what the shell held. As she did so, her face plate began to light up, producing a rather mesmerizing display of lights and colors which her programming believed would help gain the cooperation of what she thought to be a fellow automaton.

Hypnotic Light Show: This unit's face shield protects important circuitry, and produces visual indicators of its statu-*bzzt*VISUAL STIMULI TO DISTRACT SLAVES. When this display engages, a target may find themselves overwhelmed mentally. May inflict Trance status. 2 points of willpower damage otherwise.

28 vs 100=Fail

While TAMA couldn't tell if her efforts were wasted, Barchiel wouldn't be as weak-minded as she expected. This was a clear opening he could take advantage of, if the Space Marine's heart were in it!

TAMA's Stamina=25
Barchiel's Willpower=25

As the robot turned towards him, Barchiel's grip tightened on his gun. This was definitely not like any automaton he had see-

Wait.
Wait, did she just.

...She accused him of being a robot...Was it the armor? It had to be the armor.

And she called him a Tin Can. WOW, she was just batting a thousand, wasn't she?

"Miss...I can assure you of one thing."

As she walked closer towards him, lights erupting from the face plate. He could feel..something pressing on his will. A slight tingling in his brain. With a grunt, he shook his head, trying to get that irritating fuzzy feeling out of his head, before he lifted up the Bolter.

"I am no automaton."

With that statement, he pulled the trigger, firing at the approaching "threat."

(Bolter.)

((93 vs 78=HIT))

Quote :

"Miss...I can assure you of one thing. I am no automaton."

The revelation came only seconds before an ear-splitting discharge delivered deadly-precise bolts into TAMA's torso. Thankfully, the silicone material was highly-resistant to kinetic damage and she could shake it off. Even so, the fact that the hulk of metal wasn't a fellow machine but a man in a metal casing pleased something inside of TAMA. She struck a pose, a mouth forming on her face plate as she bent forward and blew a kiss.

"Analysis required. Does this arouse you, sir?" TAMA inquired.

Immediately following the display, she closed the distance and attempted to grapple the marine, hopeful that the suit was just metal plates and not meant to enhance the fleshbag inside.

Grapple: This unit attempts to grapple a target. If successful, target is afflicted by Bound status.

((17 vs 31. Clearly can't even get it out to left field. lol))

Unfortunately, the marine's "arms" were a bit to wide for her smaller, softer hands to properly grab hold of."Error. This unit cannot restrain target. Inquiry: Mercy requested." TAMA said monotonously, lifting her head to stare into the intimidating face-mask Barchiel wore.

TAMA's Stamina=22
Barchiel's Willpower=25

Damn. Another being that didn't so much as flinch when he hit her. Were all Midara like that?! Before he could ruminate on the situation, the metal creature blew a kiss at Barchiel, hoping that it'd effect him in some way.

Unfortunately, given that Barchiel had to deal with an Oni doing much more a while back, all he did was give her a small thumbs up. For pity, mostly. "Close. But no cigar."

And then the robot tried to grapple him. Tried being the operative term, as her arms were just too small to grab him. As she asked for mercy, Barchiel's reaction was to simply hold up his right hand, a small whirring coming from it.

"Sorry. But it seems you activated your self destruct sequence."

Rearing his fist back, he swung right at her, the Power Fist sparking to life in an attempt to do as much damage as the Space Marine could possibly do.

(THE IMPERIAL POWER FISTING!)

((85 vs 116=Miss!))

Quote :

"Sorry. But it seems you activated your self destruct sequence."

"Correction: Self-destruct sequence has not been functional for 212 days." TAMA corrected the marine.

The tell-tale sound of something dangerous in the immediate vicinity coupled with the marine pulling his fist back told TAMA that it was probably a good idea to put some distance between them both. She leapt back out of the way, narrowly avoiding the power fist that would have surely dealt her some damage. She landed with all the clumsy ineptitude of a bimbo, albeit on her feet, her breasts jiggling as she regained her footing. Her focus returned to the marine, and she approached, her hips swaying in the most provocative way.

The sight of the delicious, silicone-sexpot approaching with her hips swaying, butt jiggling and breasts bouncing on each step was quite a sight to behold. Certainly, many of the male townsfolk were left dumbstruck by the arousing figure that passed them by on her way to Barchiel. She moved in close to limit his range, all the while squishing her breasts against his armor while a pair of big, juicy lips appeared on her face-plate.

"Hello, soldier~! Would you like a kiss from an adoring fan~?" She cooed seductively."All you have to do is take off that scary mask and we can get to swapping saliva samples."

Thinking the marine would be plenty distracted with what he witnessed through his visor, TAMA attempted to force the helmet off and start kissing him on her own.

Kissable Lips: This unit's body can be altered accordi-*bzzt* (EXPLANATION ALREADY STATED) The face shield may produce a pair of puffy, albeit normal-sized lips. Such lips are inhumanly soft and quite tempting for weaker targets. A target who is kissed receives 2 points of willpower damage.

((116 vs 108=Hit!))

TAMA's efforts weren't in vain, though, and sure enough Barchiel received her kisses without resistance. Her puffy lips pressed on either chick, then locked with his own lips in the softest, most passionate kiss possible for the android. After a couple passionate kisses, she withdrew only a bit, her chest still pressed tightly against Barchiel's armor as she "looked" at him, trying to appear coy.

"Inquiry: Did you enjoy that, big guy~?"

TAMA's Stamina: 22
Barchiel's Willpower: 23

Damn! She dodged out of the way. The Power Fist's whirring died down, the weapon requiring time to charge. As much as he understood why, what with the weapon capable of turning even Tyranids into a gooey mark on the wall...It was still annoying.

"Tch...!" Before he could retalliate with another attack, he caught sight of the robot...walking towards him in a rather sensual manner. The citizens, who before had been running for their lives as they should be, were now entranced by this sight. Before he could shout at those fools to run for the Emperor's sake, the robot yanked off his helmet. his face revealed as she mentioned being an adoring fan and 'swapping saliva samples.'

Before Barchiel could respond, his lips were trapped in a rather soft vice, his body locking up at the rather pleasant feeling. Who knew a robot could actually kiss rather well? He almost felt himself returning the kiss before she pulled away, asking if he enjoyed it.

Clearing his throat, the Space Marine looked down at her, an eyebrow arched upwards ever so slightly.

"I...did. Surprised a robot can kiss well....So what, was that your goal all along? To kiss me?" Crossing his arms, the Blood Raven decided to simply wait and see what happened. He would retaliate if necessary. Though he DID give a look at the male citizens, frowning.

"Weren't you people trying to escape this creature? Why are you simply standing around?!"

(Turn pass...And maybe get angry at the people for just standing about.)

((Is it fair to say I forgot about the townsfolk? lol))

One of the townsfolk gulped, looking to their right, then left for a response to the heavily-armored man who was now facing off against the android. While he wasn't outmatched, it was fairly clear (to them) that if he were to lose this fight, there would be nobody to stop her. It seemed natural to stand around and watch what happened next, as Human's were oddly drawn to things like this despite the inherent danger to their safety.

"We thought you might need a hand in case things get bad."One of the female villagers answered.

It was obviously empty words, though. Many of the other townsfolk gave non-committal affirmations of what was said. Shining examples of Humanity's best, clearly.

"Statement: Forget about them, sugar~! We've got each other and hours of fun."TAMA cut in.

Her face-plate slid up, exposing working machinery below and a vent of sorts. What emerged was a plume of pink gas, intended to do something to an unsuspecting victim. While TAMA didn't have a firm grip on Barchiel, she went with this plan of attack. It was a gamble, given he could easily move out of the way or something.

"Love Me" Gas: When a target is afflicted with Bound status, this unit's "face shield" raises to produce an inhalant in the form of a pink, gaseous substance. When inhaled, target may become afflicted with Infatuation. Upon inhalation, target receives 2 points of willpower damage and is released to pursue their desires with this unit.


((44 vs 37=Hit))

Fortunately for TAMA, Barchiel had been too focused on the villagers to notice the face-plate moving and the gas that he'd be exposed to. Almost immediately, the gas took effect, altering the marine's focus to the android as the face-plate replaced itself.

"Suggestion: Let's give these peo-*bzzt*MEATBAGS a show, handsome~."

TAMA's Stamina: 22
Barchiel's Willpower: 21(Infatuated)

((Pfft. I can't blame you.))

Their words were...interesting, to say the least. These people, who had been running around like a bunch of headless chickens, were now standing and watching this event with what seemed to be baited breath. And they even had the idea to say they'd try and help.

Truly, the Emperor would be proud of them...If not for the fact that they seemed to be...kind of against it. They didn't really seem as though they wanted to go through with it.

Before he could retort, the automaton spoke again, before a pink gas engulfed his face. As he turned to yell at the robot, his breath caught in his throat, his eyes roaming the woman before him, drawn in by her looks.

"We...do have hours, as you said...But..are you sure we shouldn't take this somewhere private?"

What..was he doing here? Surely he didn't mean to harm her. She was beautiful...!
(Pass turn!)

((108 vs 34=Barchiel succeeds his save. I shall perform the mourning of my people))

The people looked on in shock that their "Hero" had been so easily seduced by the automaton. One of the men even seemed annoyed that he wasn't as "heroic" as the armored marine, that the android would focus so much time and effort on him instead. Well, maybe if he made the effort to aid the soldier? The villager ran off, calling back to the marine that he would return when he could locate a weapon. Truly, these were the Emperor's people!

Other villagers (mostly male, some curious females) followed suit, and the crowd soon dispersed with the majority either going to hide or pack things to escape before TAMA beat down the space marine and came for them, others choosing to "fight" alongside the marine. TAMA, for her part, remained mostly ignorant of the crowd, albeit aware on the lowest level of her "consciousness" of the crowd parting. Her focus was on the marine before her.

"Offer: Come here and have some fun, honey~!"

TAMA struck a sideways pose, turning her head to Barchiel with her arms raised and hands behind her head, breasts pushed out while her back bent, attempting to appear sultry. Her hips wiggled, attempting to seem needy and impatient, hopefully tempting the marine to take her here and now. TAMA wasn't sure if she could replicate the sensation of a vagina for the purpose of entertai-*bzzt*DOMINATING a target, but there was a first for everything!

(Turn skip!)

TAMA'S Stamina: 23
Barchiel's Willpower: 21 (No longer infatuated)

As quickly as the feeling of adoration came, it vanished, Barchiel blinking for a bit before realization and anger encroached upon him.

This woman..This filthy Xeno tried to tempt him. HIM! A member of the Space Marines, one of the Emperor's finest!

"Fine...I'll come over there..But it won't be fun for you!"

Reaching to his waist, the Blood Raven pulled out a sword, one that looked fairly standard if not for the fact that it had what seemed to be a bunch of smaller blades on one side. With a flick of his wrist, the blade sprung to life, sparks flying. With a roar, he swung the Chainsword at TAMA.

"Take this!"

(Chainsword. FOR THE EMPRAH!)

((27 vs 107=Miss!))

barchiel seemed to be angr-*Bzzt*ABSOLUTELY SEETHING indicating to TAMA that the effects of the gas had worn off faster than she anticipated. She avoided the chainsword and flipped away, landing some feet from Barchiel. It was clearly going to require a bit more effort on her part to tempt this man out of his metal suit and into some "fun times" with her. Turning around, TAMA put on a display of wiggling her butt while crossing her arms near her crotch section, pushing out her backside for emphasis as it wiggled.

"Inquiry: Don't you find me sexy, you hunky piece of-*bzzt*SCRAP METAL~? Don't you want to have some fun~?" TAMA cooed seductively.

As an added bonus, TAMA filled her butt with some silicone, increasing its size noticeably (but not to an overwhelming proportion) for the entertainment of her target.

Silicone Butt Tease: This unit's body is 90% silicone-based. On a whim, this unit may inflate, deflate, or perform acts to arouse the target greatly. When performing, this unit prefers pressing its butt against a target's crotch and overwhelming them with rubbing. A target may find this unit's butt quite firm and intoxicating, leading to Charmed status. Otherwise, this technique only does 2 damage. WARNING: WALL INTERFERING WITH ANALYSIS OF CAPABILITIES.

((117 vs 19=Hit
29 vs 70=Charm misses))

TAMA's display was certainly seductive, and Barchiel would feel a slight discomfort in his lower body at the provocation to his desires. Was having fun with the android such a bad idea?

TAMA's stamina: 22
Barchiel's Willpower: 19

As she flipped away, anger continued to rise with Barchiel. She was starting to get on his bloody nerves! Before he could say anything, her buttocks seemed to enlarge.

This was enough to give him a moment to pause. It was..definitely entrancing. His eyes lingered on it as he felt a somewhat familiar sensation in his pants. Almost akin to his experience with a certain Oni. It was slowly becoming more and more tempting to give in to her, but he shook his head.

"You know..Insulting my armor is REALLY not the way to win a man's heart. Maybe someone should perform some maintenance on you."

Pulling out his Bolter once again, he let loose with a torrent of bullets, hoping a Spray and Pray tactic would be useful in this situation.

((22 vs 91=Miss))

The display seemed to distract Barchiel enough that all his shots somehow missed, despite the stationary target before him. Perhaps TAMA was starting to get to him a bit more than he let on?

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"You know..Insulting my armor is REALLY not the way to win a man's heart. Maybe someone should perform some maintenance on you."

TAMA turned around, bending forwards and groping her own breasts and smooshing them together in quite a provocative way. Her butt wiggled behind her, giving anyone with a line of sight to her bent form quite the show.

"Suggestion: Oh, yes~! Perform some maintenance on ALL my parts, handsome soldier~!"She cooed seductively.

From that pose, her face-plate began to light up with a hypnotic display, clearly attempting to hypnotize the marine while he was distracted by her sexy display.

Hypnotic Light Show: This unit's face shield protects important circuitry, and produces visual indicators of its statu-*bzzt*VISUAL STIMULI TO DISTRACT SLAVES. When this display engages, a target may find themselves overwhelmed mentally. May inflict Trance status. 2 points of willpower damage otherwise.

((31 vs 115=Miss!))

TAMA probably should not have tried being distracting, though, since the "lights show" went unnoticed. She went back upright after a couple moments of posing, striking another pose via pushing her breasts out and hands behind her back.

"Inquiry: Would you like to play, sir~?" she cooed.

TAMA's stamina: 22
Barchiel's Willpower: 19

"....."

Every one of them. Every. Single. ONE of those bolts ended up missing. A gloved hand came up to cradle the space marine's face, his head shaking back and forth as he began to grumble. Slowly, he dragged the hand down his face, watching as the robot made various suggestive poses.

Unfortunately, she seemed to forget one little important thing.....Innuendos and the like didn't really work on a Space Marine.

"I unfortunately have no time to play. But if you wish for me to perform maintenance, then please. Come closer. I warn you now, though....I'm not a trained technician."

(Turn pass.)

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"I unfortunately have no time to play. But if you wish for me to perform maintenance, then please. Come closer. I warn you now, though....I'm not a trained technician."

TAMA was smart enough to recognize that the offer might be a trap, especially since the man informed her that he wasn't a "trained technician", whatever that meant. I mean, it was only her programming that was faulty! Wait, did technicians do programming as well? TAMA would need to make that inquiry another time, and with an opponent who was a trained technician.

She did, however, approach Barchiel, if only to further "persuade" him to cooperate and be sedu-*bzzt*DOMINATED. Her hips swayed in an exaggerated manner, her breasts bouncing temptingly. it was clearly an effort to further coax some kind of reaction from Barchiel, mostly in his pants. She stood close to him, her face-plate rising to once more produce the same gas from before.

"Suggestion: Perhaps you should make time, handsome~!"

"Love Me" Gas: When a target is afflicted with Bound status, this unit's "face shield" raises to produce an inhalant in the form of a pink, gaseous substance. When inhaled, target may become afflicted with Infatuation. Upon inhalation, target receives 2 points of willpower damage and is released to pursue their desires with this unit.

((103 vs 104=Miss!))

Unfortunately, Barchiel seemed to be expecting the gas and recoiled, avoiding getting hit. TAMA's face-plate slid back into place and she backed away, striking another pose of stretching with her arms above her head. Was she ignorant of the fact that her attack missed, or hopeful that Barchiel had inhaled some?

TAMA's Stamina: 22
Barchiel's Willpower: 19

As TAMA moved towards him in an...attempt to be sensual, Barchiel put a hand to his chin, mind racing at what the problem could be. His brain, enhanced by the modifications made to make him into the Marine he was today, came up with numerous theoreticals. Faulty wiring? Wonky programming? A failing power source? He'd just have to find o-

Before he could do anything, he noticed her face plate beginning to rise, quickly stepping back before he inhaled the gas. Crap..he needed a plan. Maybe if he played along...? Would it work?

Slowly, he began to walk towards her. Hoping, praying that she would think he had become a love struck fool like before.

(Turn pass? Bluff? IDK.)