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He took offense to that “A spy?! Me?! How fucking dare you, Mr. Flemming! I took a bullet trying to get OUT of the Imperial's warmachine!” “I got you computers, transistors, computing power, finest grade bloody explosive technology and you made this?!” He yelled, listing off everything he and the Alliance had to smuggle behind enemy lines to be able to hack Imperial service androids and modify them into Kamikaze drones. He pointed to the table, referring to one such android. It was a woman, only at a first glance. Naked, her dark skin was flawless and shiny, plastic, rubbery, a cheap colored replacement for skin that hid within a robust metallic skeleton filled with sensors that kept her form together. She was laid face down, curled hair covering the upper part of her eyes, wide open with a null, lips parted expression… Her body was akin to one of a model, generous breasts pressed against the surface of the makeshift table, a thin waist that made her look skinny… but her ass, her ass was simply and comically massive. The size of each cheek doubled the size of her head's diameter. Just by standing there, round and exaggerated as it was, it wobbled. The outer layer of her skin had just been reapplied. This was the reason for the commotion. The machine's ass was stacked to the brim with explosives, all specifically located in each buttcheek of her pristine, smooth ass. The lieutenant straightened himself and pointed across the room with his cigar in hand. “Don't you think you're out of the loop, Private Volpez.” A man sitting with his hands behind his back stared back at the armyman, raising his shoulders uninterested. He was covered in filth, power and dust. He adjusted himself on his office chair, moving it left and right and grabbing an army knife placed neatly next to him.|}
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