I'm resisting the urge to have the mechs f
Jokes aside, you have no idea how hard it is to not make a sharp 270 and go into the feels land.
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"..." Rappelling a multiple ton battlemech is not easy, even under ideal circumstances, but somehow Zheng and her handheld girlfriend got back in the building without serious harm.
That said, Blackbeard's pride may have been rendered irrecoverable.
When the two off them had come in, Zheng had misjudged the angle, as well as her grip on the cable. The result was that they'd come through the dining room window, and the poor girl had been sandwiched between broken splinters of table and-
"Geroff!" Blackbeard gave one final shove and managed to flip the heavier frame off of her.
"..." For her part, the antiship puncher of God glanced up, and promptly picked up Blackbeard to speed out the door.
"Whoa- hey, what d'you think you're-"
Zheng got halfway before there was a roar of inarticulate fury and then the distinct sound of a decksweeper being charged.
"..."
"Okay, nevermind, go go go!"
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"..."
In terms of a day out, this... Wasn't awful.
*'The suns are out, there's birds about, Zheng looks fuckin amazing in-'* Abruptly, Blackbeard halted that line of thought and suplexed it into unreality.
"...ahem." Distracting herself quickly with the market, she laid eyes on a particularly large rack of flowers.
"Hello, valued patron! Your eyes do not deceive! These are the famous..." The swordsmech tuned out the SSC marketeer and their ludicrously bright smile.
*'I wonder if anyone's been blinded by that thing? Fuck's sake, I'm pretty sure starship defense lasers are dimmer...'*
In the modern age, the market was a bit of a misnomer. You just... Picked up. Really, it was only a matter of attracting eyes, and that put a lot of people on roughly even ground with the corpos, especially with modern zoning laws.
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That said, advanced genetics editing and such tended to be big corpo only. So it was that SSC more or less held a monopoly on gently iridescent oversized self sustaining flowers.
And this wasn't just big. It made car tires look a little small!
So, she picked up one, and went to find... Zheng...
"...oh, you've gotta be shittin me." Hand met face.
Among the various persons of the vendors, stalls, browsers, drones...
**She had, somehow, lost her several meter tall metal girlfriend.**
Blackbeard cursed and made to follow-
Two arms took her from under the armpits and lifted her into a hug-
"GAH! FUCK! How are you so damn *SNEAKY?!*" She flailed a little but found little purchase. One metal hand took the flower.
"Hey, give-" Slotting neatly between her gorget and cheek, the flower gently glimmered.
"..." Blackbeard paused for a moment and that was all the time Zheng needed to hoist the poor girl off her feet proper and move to somewhere where they'd...
Cause less of a scene.
What? It's Blackbeard! Her not attracting attention is like a grizzly on speed in a pottery store not obliterating any of the wares!
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It's probably a good thing the city has so many convenient alcoves. Mostly because of LARPers who want dark alleyways.
However, health and safety requires them to be at least lit warmly, and kept clean.
So it was that Zheng had put down a tarp and gotten to work on her girlfriend.
"Mngh... I... I was goin-oooough..." Blackbeard shivered in her lap, the latter's armor plating sitting mostly on the floor.
Synthetic muscle netting needed maintenance but also, interestingly enough, could and should be massaged.
So, then, cross legged, the shipkilling martial artist heated her hands and went to work.
...granted, Zheng hadn't expected this sort of reaction but she could work with it. And, in any case, it was...
Rare, to have her like this.
Blackbeard always felt tense and wound up. It was a part of her charm, true, but she worried for the swordsmech sometimes.
A metal bar under constant stress was susceptible to shattering, no matter how hard the alloy.
"Auiu..." Granted, it seemed a bit like she'd accidentally melted Blackbeard into a puddle at the moment.
There was only a bit of finishing up to do and then putting Blackbeard's armor back-
*krrm...* A swirling disk cyckled open just a short distance away.
"...I swear on Harrison himself that this is... Uh."
"..." Zheng looked at the three Purview mechs.
"Zheng... C'mon... Do it..." One trembling hand came up to paw at her head.
Barbarossa began going a bit red, and they looked away. "Truly, the Metropolitan Unionite is shameless..."
Sunzi coughed and turned around. "WELL! Nothing to see here, I hope you and your wife have a good day, COME ON FUCKING MOVE IT-"
He quickly escorted everyone back through the portal.
A short distance away, there were several thuds.
"SUNZI!"
"THIS IS YOUR FAULT, ISKANDER!"
"MY APPLES!"
Choosing to ignore that for the time being, she carefully bolted and clasped armor back onto Blackbeard. "..."
"...wha... What wuzzat...?" The swordsmech started becoming a little more aware of everything.
"..." Zheng finished her work, standing and pulling Blackbeard to her feet...
Who promptly collapsed onto her like an unsteady puppet. "...hooooh... What'd you dooo...? I feel amaziiiing..."
"..." The martial artist gently picked her up, and placed Blackbeard on her back like a cloak.
Time to go investigate what that thud was.
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