Life is cheep in Cyantine city. For every bright and eager soul shining amid the sea of mediocrity there are a hundred, a thousand more clamouring to take its place and shine all the brighter and no matter how far you try to climb. No matter how far you rise there will always be somebody else at your heels- just waiting for you to fall. From the sub-surface slums all the way to the sky levels citadels of glass and blackened steel, your job, your next meal. Security rests solely in the hands of those willing to whore themselves to the bone..

[color=green][i]“Look...Anna, can I call you Anna? Anyway, do you have any idea what the unemployment rate is? Simple fact is we've got the better part of a trillion people crawling around out there, and there's maybe work for a forth of that, if we're being generous. There are people with more experience then you, fuck more experience then ME who'd quite literally kill to be sitting where you are right now. Staring down the barrel at a bleeding chance at work”[/i][/color]

Cybernetics humming faintly- an inaudible migraine thrum as fusion reactors pumped electronic life through her limbs Nikkiel set down this newest applicants file [color=green][i]“This ain't my job. I'm no pr bullshit artist. I'm just here to make sure you and the next two-hundred people waiting outside understand one thing. This right here?[/i][/color]” Synthetic muscles flexed, layers of muscle-fibre analogue tightening, pulling in on itself until synthskin bulged with the swell of powerful biceps and the first whining complaints of working servos whispered at the edge of hearing [color=green][i]“this is the only way you'll work for us. Baseline humans are pathetic, frail. Ilyanden looks after its employees. So long as we're worth the investment. Sure they'll put you under, cut away most of the meat you've grown up with until you feel like a stranger wearing someone else’s suit, but you get used to it. Sure 35 years of locked employment and heavily-docked pay sounds bad. But you ain't gonna die anytime soon with that new body, you hardly need to eat and that twenty percent? Still more then most chumps'll make- pretty good deal for a mostly-immortal body. Besides, once you've put that much time into the corporation you're not getting replaced, they like experience so upgrades are baked into the contract”[/i][/color]

It wasn’t a particularly sad fact, not really. Mused the augmented woman, her thoughts turning inward while the mewling sack of blood and stinking meat that was a person weighed her, limited, options. In the face of an augment-demanding workplace and the near complete saturation of cybernetic improvement in every aspect of life made baseline humanity more and more worthless. Already obsolete new advances in clone grafts, genetic engineering and an ever-evolving cybernetics market rendered the need for a pure “flesh and blood” being less vital then ever.

[color=green][i]“just sign the contract. Security needs a few more bodies and I'm needed downstairs. Or don't and we'll find someone else. There's always someone else”[/i][/color]


[collapse=Overview] [i]Nikkiel Kast is a career woman. Currently serving the last 15 years of a thirty-five year contract with Ilyandan technology incorporated. Essentially a soldier in a private army her job boils down to pretty much whatever her employers decide to throw their weight behind. Surgical strikes against rival corporations, protection and defence of Ilyandan holdings and the occasional instance of all-out war, to that end her contract, like everyone else's to pass through the security block covered the mandatory slew of augment surgery and implantation required from anybody looking to work in security. Granting human bodies vastly increased physical ability, access to a wealth of ambient information and general quality of life improvements all intended to lock a person in as a long-term investment, and faced with the option to devote a comparatively small portion of what could prove to be a long life to paying off a body that would allow her to enjoy said life- without limit, Nikkiel readily agreed.

Over the last twenty years Nikkiel, though a combination of good fortune, dedication and ready integration with her augments rose to a position of vague authority in her local command structure. Often given, or saddled with the more tedious tasks that none the less require a greater degree of potential ability then the rank and file display, and while she is capable here, her talents lean more toward the unsubtle side of corporate warfare. Excelling in arena denial and demolitions- the trench fighting of the modern age her talents, and loyalty have since earned her the dubious honour of being the first-choice for certain assignments. As a result Nikkiel has been fucked, probed and raped by more experimental mishaps, malfunctioning technology and examples of penny-pinching decision making then she cares to count. Yet despite even this she has come to enjoy her lot. The pay is good, employee perks keep her running in top condition- and. Because it's better to be safe then sorry, her new body was all but built to handle the punishment.[/i][/collapse]


[collapse=Body][color=cyan][i]Nikkiel has gone to considerable lengths to preserve the shape of her natural flesh. Forgoing a degree of cost-efficient performance in exchange for higher-grade augments that remain comparable with the body she desires- and after twenty years surrendering the bulk of her pay to debt her body is as close to perfection as she can get without crossing the line and giving herself wholly over to the machine. Clad head to toe in supple, dermal-plated caramel skin and standing at approximately six and a half feet her body was built to inspire desire, and hesitance in equal measure. Shoulder-length dreadlocks, decorated at random by lengths of bands of old wiring and bleached stark white frame a mostly-human face. Lacking the obvious disfigurement of cranial ports much of her immediate inhumanity is represented by the eyes. Sharp shades of neon green, lit from within betrays the powerful software humming silently behind her gaze. Unblemished skin continues across the front of her torso. Swelling at her chest to form ample breasts- capped by the darker nub of nipples and each filling more then a handful each her breasts represent the first and foremost of her womanly assets- and a considerable debt to have installed.

Below this a well-defined belly betrays a lifetime of conditioning. Thick lines of muscle form sharply defined abs before swelling off to a set of modest hips, and it is here that perhaps the most telling indication of her altered flesh is revealed. Wholly inhuman, plated in caramel steel each hip houses a cluster of access ports and interface sockets- bloodless wounds where Nikkiel is able to interface with the machinery necessary to monitor and interact with her implanted gifts. By necessity her legs are also built to accommodate these access points. Segmented, each connecting just below her cunt both legs are things of sculpted power. Heavily muscled with lines of synthetic strength and lending her much of her physical power. Lastly her arms, swollen with powerful definition, each bulge of muscle a hard example of primal strength they are perhaps Nikkiel's most treasured feature. Modelled after her natural limbs and riddled with segment lines capable of splitting apart, either to allow access to their inner workings, or to produce the combat blades that constitute her final line of defence.

Her back, however, is another story. Riven by lines and hard-line sockets from the neck down and often covered by a layer of protective flesh these plugs represent a point of pride for Nikkiel, something she often enjoys leaving exposed, either for personal enjoyment or to more readily interface with the tools of her trade.

Between her thighs, treated to a hairless sheen the cyborg's mound awaits. Riddled with courtesan-grade sexual implants her cunt lips are fat. Swollen and softer then sin, protecting walls of synthetic silk that flex and grip with inhuman precision- and all the while oozing with excessive wetness. Her arousal and cum both replaced by a synthetic compound. Warm and vicious, slippery and artificially sweetened her fluids are at once fit for consumption and produced at a volume above anything she needs for the sake of wet pleasure. Meanwhile, between well-toned ass cheeks her anal ring represents some of the least subtle augmentation in her body. Swollen, pliant and impossibly accommodating her asshole was made to mimic- in her eyes- the best aspects of a ruined hole without the downsides. So her anus is a thing of puffy meat, impossibly clean, deeply wrinkled and able to wink and flex apart in ways few natural rings can while still maintaining the muscle power to clamp and grip, no matter the abuse heaped upon it. [/i][/color][/collapse]

[collapse=Sexuality][color=green][i]In a world where gender has ceased to play a meaningful role in self-identity many of the labels that once broke sexuality down into neat categories have instead been exchanged for less subtle configuration desires. In this Nikkiel considers herself somewhat old-fashioned for enjoying individuals sporting a purely female configuration, like her own- or the female body/male genital arrangement. Body-wise her attraction leans more toward the higher and lower ends of the spectrum, preferring partners of similar physical condition, or who are instead softer, chubby over the perfectly average. Although with a taste for hips, thighs and ass Nikkiel will overlook a considerable amount if given these. Indeed, much of her sexuality is anal-centric, more often then not she will focus on assplay to the exclusion of all else, and while she does enjoy the rest of the female body, and the pleasures of the girl-cock these things almost always come second if given the opportunity to indulge her fixation.

Finally Nikkiel harbours a final, secret pleasure. Nothing arouses her more readily then her routine medical check-up. To be laid out, her mechanical components opened up and her flesh explored excites her to no end, as a result she can frequently be found during her downtime indulging this aspect of herself. Enjoying a combination of professional examination, testing and highly sexualised medical play[/i][/color][/collapse]

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[collapse=Iron Duchess Stats]

Name: Nikki "Nikkiel" Kast
Age: 22
Squad role: Knight-Gunner
Rank: Sergeant
Citizen status: Free citizen
Weapon loadout: Heavy Assault Rifle (Damage 3- Bulk 3)
Aegis Heavy Shield (Damage 1, Bulk 1, Increases difficulty to hit with any attack by one step.)
Equipment loadout: Standard marine uniform ( Bulk 2, Total health 5)
Time of service: 48 months

Pre-military background
[color=green][i]Born far from the commonwealth's heart, a native of the city-world "Cyantine" Nikki spent her pre-service life surrounded by the height of mankind's technical acumen. The daughter of medical professionals specialising in augmentation technology much of her life was shaped by these days. Quickly developing a disdainful view on baseline organic life that clashed poorly with an abject lack of charisma and empathy that led her mothers to suspect some manner of undiagnosed personality disorder, something that ruled her out from the medical field she was expected to enter and soon saw the girl poked and prodded at by all manner of professionals in an attempt to discover what had gone wrong. For most of her childhood these tests continued, culminating in a distressing lack of comfortable answers- and a hushed recommendation that she be bundled out to the military.[/i][/color]

Military background
[color=green][i]Army life suites Nikki, away from the demands and complexity of everyday affairs she thrives. Executing her orders with a level of enthusiasm not often seen. This coupled with her limited capacity for empathy led to her being slated for special-ops, hastily given a suite of military-grade implants and augments and the altered moniker "Nikkiel" her initial tours quickly proved that her superiors had erred severely in their assessment. Nikkiel was a liability, argumentative, prone to disobeying the inflexible commands that came with clandestine operations and possessed of the various mental hangups that follow emotional problems Nikkiel was relieved of her rank after being caught raping a captive- spared a total discharge only by the virtue of her implants. Difficult to remove and recycle she was instead busted down to sergeant and assigned to the Duchess, where her ability to cause problems could be limited and contained.[/i][/color]

Skills of interest:
Jacked in:[color=cyan] [i]Thanks to her high-end augments Nikkiel understands better then most how interface technology works, and is capable of helping others with it in a pinch[/i][/color]
Knight-gunner: [color=cyan][i]Trained to use a shield and rifle in consort Nikkiel is capable of absorbing a tremendous weight of fire and a brutal mid-range combatant[/i][/color]
Medical fetishist: [color=cyan][i]Associating medical professionals and practices with sexual desire Nikkiel made it her mission to learn as much as possible. Outside of the nurses nobody can rig an enema faster then her, or exactly how much electricity it takes to push a pleasure response into pain..[/i][/color]
Anal angel: [color=cyan][i]Nikkiel loves nothing more then her ass, and those of others. Her rimjobs are given with the same passion and skill a seasoned lover would their kisses![/i][/color]

Social squad synergy: [color=green][i]Poor. Nikkiel's often flagrant sexuality, lack of empathy and chequered history make forming friendships difficult. More disciplined crew members may find her tendency to ignore commands insufferable while her use of sex to compensate for lacking social graces can be off-putting, even frightening to the more reserved. During active duty however she maintains an air of professionalism- concerned primarily with mission success over the safety and well-being of squadmates where it makes sense. Oddly enough she gets along reasonably well with superior officers- familiar with the practice of obedience and comfortable with the idea of a"need to know basis" Ultimately however she is a poor friend with few redeeming factors, more comfortable with maintaining a "friends with benefits" arrangement that skimps on the former to inguldge the latter then any truly meaningful relationship[/i][/color]

Hands: 3- Superb/augmented
Legs: 3- Superb/augmented
Head: 2- Human average
Heart: 1- Difficult to like, limited empathy

Speciality
[i]"Machinical superiority" Nikkiel is heavily augmented, more machine then not. Her body built to withstand and inflict considerable punishment. Accuracy and firearm proficiency is likewise augmented, making her a viable candidate for less-then-legal operations (All hand rolls involving firearms are one rank easier. Plus 1 to bulk)

"Fuck that noise.." Nikkiel trusts her gut and instinct over her superiors, and is more then willing to break the rules to ensure that problems waiting to bloom are smothered in the crib (Any action that disobeys a given order is one rank easier. Punishment for improving a situation or maintaining stability is light, making things worse incurs above average punishment)[/i] [/collapse]