When Shen was airborne, she transformed into a twenty-five ton aluminum goddess bristling with weaponry and the modern avionics to deploy them beyond visual range. Sadly, her JianJi-11 fighter was a sexy second skin she couldn't wear indefinitely. She had to shed it each time she landed. It was a painful molting process; one that left her feeling awkward and vulnerable.
Usually the bad luck Shen out-flew was there to greet her on the tarmac. And this time there were two formations of troops waiting there with it. They got to witness her futile attempts at wriggling out of the cockpit. Her boobs were stuck, and she required the aid of an apologetic flight line crewman to pry them free. The damn things must be growing again! Shen hid her immense embarrassment by keeping her visor down till her blush faded.
Thankfully, Williams and Bhrazhir were too occupied in some sort of alpha-dog staring contest to notice her awkward arrival. That ended the moment she shook hands with the two women. Their antagonism dissolved into sudden unity, and now their frosty gazes were fixed on *her*. Wait- what did she do to earn their ire?
Once back on base, she quickly found out. "So there's been some sort of mistake?" Could High Command have really sent her eighty-five hundred kilometers out of her way because some bureaucrat read off a single wrong character on a personnel order? Bigger mistakes had happened.
Sgt. Bhrazhir looked genuinely apologetic. "We thought a Sgt. Sian Jiang would be arriving here with the Wild Mountain Devils. You see, these training exercises are squad-based."
"And you're a lone Air Force officer," Sgt. Williams said, twisting the knife a little.
Shen was still reeling from the name Filah mentioned earlier. "Sian Jiang- she's my big sister."
Haha, some collaboration this is turning out to be XD
That first paragraph was brilliant mecha fiction material, and I love the skin tone on Ms Shen - it's hard to show an oriental character when drawing in a style pioneered by oriental artists.
Wow! Woot you've been quite prolific lately. Kudos to this new work...i knew you could find an elegant way to make the story run smoother than i thought it would, which is always most welcome...oh and BTW i love the pesrpective in this one...it's so delicious :p
You have reason to be confused if you haven't been keeping up with this little arc on The Melon Stand. It looks to be over now, but it was an informal multi-artist thing that SaburoX started. Too chaotic and uncoordinated to be sustainable, but it was fun all the same.
Hey woot, just a thought. I'm a fan of your artwork but I was just wondering if you were ever thinking of doing a little story like Milk and Cookies again? But maybe and people might find this idea ok or bad but, maybe instead of a chick with a big rack, maybe a bbw and a girl that likes her but cant muster the courage to be with her. Idk, just a thought
Usually the bad luck Shen out-flew was there to greet her on the tarmac. And this time there were two formations of troops waiting there with it. They got to witness her futile attempts at wriggling out of the cockpit. Her boobs were stuck, and she required the aid of an apologetic flight line crewman to pry them free. The damn things must be growing again! Shen hid her immense embarrassment by keeping her visor down till her blush faded.
Thankfully, Williams and Bhrazhir were too occupied in some sort of alpha-dog staring contest to notice her awkward arrival. That ended the moment she shook hands with the two women. Their antagonism dissolved into sudden unity, and now their frosty gazes were fixed on *her*. Wait- what did she do to earn their ire?
Once back on base, she quickly found out. "So there's been some sort of mistake?" Could High Command have really sent her eighty-five hundred kilometers out of her way because some bureaucrat read off a single wrong character on a personnel order? Bigger mistakes had happened.
Sgt. Bhrazhir looked genuinely apologetic. "We thought a Sgt. Sian Jiang would be arriving here with the Wild Mountain Devils. You see, these training exercises are squad-based."
"And you're a lone Air Force officer," Sgt. Williams said, twisting the knife a little.
Shen was still reeling from the name Filah mentioned earlier. "Sian Jiang- she's my big sister."