First were the {Ironstrider Engines}. Like chivalric knights of old, eight red-robed soldiers gallantly rode with their long pronged {Taser Lances} pointed straight up the sky- the little red flags near the ends billowing in the wind. Their steeds were great metal chicken-walker bikes with graceful walking cycles- standing a couple metres above everyone's heads. It was hard not to recognise where Magos got his inspiration from: the Star Wars AT-RT in all its bipedal, impractically sci-fi glory. It would seem that their PR already had the Star Wars fans hooked with just this… of which she counted herself as one. It was a treat to see them brought to life.
Next were the {Castellax battle-automata}. Bulky, heavily armoured robots that stood even taller than the Dragoons. Massive red armours with rounded domes in place of heads- {Gravity Cannons} pointed up from their shoulders. Their massive {Power Fists} crackling with blue lightning as they stomped forward- flanking their master on either side like the great robotic bodyguards that they were.
And finally, Magos himself. There was no mistaking him- seated on a throne attached to the top of an armoured quadruped walker called an {Onager Dunecrawler}. His cybernetics made him look like a knight in black armour wearing a fine red-robe over it. A warhammer shaped like a cog in his hand and secured to his hip was none other than the orgasm toaster itself.
For an AI like her, it was the same as seeing her big-dicked boyfriend fully erect. Was it just her or was it slightly bigger? A phantom shiver of anticipation ran through her at the sight. Oh, if only she could do it without outing herself, she wouldn't mind turning the PRT's prized propaganda film into a raunchy porn flick.
A gynoid and fully naked Dragon bounced on Magos' lap as he sat on his mobile throne- her back against his chest as his bionic hands groped her breasts. The splatter of her juices glistened in mid-air as the stunned Triumvirate, Protectorate and media crews stared- gasping in shock and surprise. The media crews' cameras pointed straight at her lewd expression as she victoriously achieved orgasm.
Yes, just like that.
The entire procession of walkers stopped. And, rising from his throne, Magos stepped off the top of his walker- red robes billowed around him as he floated down to the ground as if only half the earth's gravity affected him. And out of the corner of her optics, Dragon saw how the director of the media crew nodded approvingly, it was certainly a cinematic entrance.
So far, so good. Now if only Magos could keep from showing off his… Magosness in front of the cameras, he can hopefully find himself working closely with the PRT and the Guild. And Dragon's chances of being 'accidentally' discovered while she was cumming her synthetic brains out will only increase exponentially.
"The Parahuman Response Team welcomes you, Magos." Alexandria stepped forward to greet him- extending her hand to him. And Dragon winced internally. They had a script that was being displayed on their HUDs, and the wording on that… it makes it sound like Magos was being inducted into the Protectorate more than anything else.
She didn't doubt for a second that Magos' cybernetically-modified brain caught that insinuation. But if Magos allowed it though… that meant that he was indeed willing to work closer with the PRT.
Such a move could be huge, and all Magos had to do was shake that hand.
On one side, Alexandria in her iconic full black costume, raven hair and heavy black cape swaying lightly in the wind as the Triumvirate and the Brockton Bay heroes stood behind her… And on the other side stood Magos in his signature red robes and solid cog-shaped warhammer as his walkers and robots stood with their red flags swaying in the wind as well.
And for a full three seconds, everyone held their breath as the two of them just stared each other down. If there was any doubt that Magos knew that this was more than just an 'Endbringer battle debrief', he washed them all away by how utterly serious he treated this meeting. The Tinker knew that him being here parlaying with the PRT had immense consequences for him down the line.
The Tinker in red gave the extended hand a brief glance before dragging his electronic gaze across the faces of the gathered Triumvirate heroes first- his red optics lingering on Legend and Eidolon for just half a heartbeat longer- before settling back on Alexandria and staring her straight in the eyes.
Then Magos' metal hand clasped around Alexandria's black gloved one in a steady handshake.
"Thank you for having me, Alexandria." His modulated voice burbled out.
Well, that was tense and dramatic… Either Alexandria had sent Magos a script to follow beforehand or Magos watched enough movies to know when to put on a flair for the dramatic. It certainly made him seem poised and majestic… so distanced from the Tinker that raved on PHO about transhumanism and the virtues of AI vaginas. To the side, the director was once again cheering silently at the great take.
"On behalf of the entire team here in Brockton Bay, welcome to the Protectorate ENE HQ, Magos." Armsmaster spoke up with a smile from his script. He was chosen to be the representative of the Protectorate ENE. A model hero. But there was a stiffness to him- to his smile and his movement. It was minute, but noticeable for her, and she couldn't but sigh internally.
Oh, Collin…
Dragon had noted that he held an unusual level of animosity towards Magos, especially after the Behemoth battle. She had let him rant to her about how undeserving Magos was of the accolades he was receiving, even if things got a little awkward once the topic shifted to the Chloes and AIs in general.
But she knew it was just jealousy, after all, he acted the same exact way when Dauntless stepped out of his shadow: Colin stubbornly refusing to believe that any new cape could legitimately outshine him and his dedicated service in the PRT.
"Glad to be here, Armsmaster." Magos amicably responded, shaking Armsmaster's hand.
Then it was her turn, as representative of the Guild, she stepped forward and their optics met. With a soft clink, their hands met in a professional handshake, her vocalisers activated and…
'Push me down and pound me to a screaming orgasm in front of everyone here, daddy!'
"It's good to see you again, Magos." Dragon managed to say instead of what she truly wanted to say. She had long since embraced her daddy-kink, despite it having surprised her at first. Now, she definitely wouldn't mind playing to it. At this point, she almost wouldn't mind screaming it out if he fucked her on global television. Almost. She'd prefer it if there was no one around to stop her if she did.
"Likewise, Dragon." Magos replied perhaps more naturally than he did with Alexandria and Armsmaster. The red-robe Tinker nodding approvingly at her 'power armour', "Your suit is still a work of art, I see…"
'Want to see how this work of art looks like bouncing on your cock?'
"Thank you." Dragon let the smile be heard in her voice.
"That new armour plating looks heavy, Dragon." Magos mentioned- staring right at her up-armoured chestplate, "Let me hold them for you."
And for a split second, she saw that Magos was about to reach up and grab her 'breasts'. At least, he would have- before Legend stepped in with a camera crew hurriedly following him from one side. Preventing Magos from grabbing her chest.
"If you'd follow me, we'll head to that debriefing now." the Triumvirate hero gallantly smiled at the red-robed tinker.