War-Maid: Chapter 8 Lyra (Patreon)

Year 4500, May 17, Afternoon 

Beneath the Iron Graveyard’s Military Base, Floor -7: Secret Laboratory, Engineering Bay

The steady, high-frequency hum of a plasma soldering iron filled the air of the engineering bay. Diego sat leaning over a metal workbench, his brow furrowed in concentration as he held his black engineering multitool. He had it set to a low-energy welding frequency, carefully patching a loose armor plate onto the chassis of a small spider droid.

“Pew. Bzzzzzt,” Diego whispered under his breath, completely out of habit now, carefully dragging the glowing blue tip along the seam.

Valerie stood right beside him, her immaculate black bodysuit catching the stark white lights of the lab. She was holding a diagnostic datapad, watching his hand movements with a soft, deeply affectionate gaze. "Your trajectory is stabilizing, Master. The weld is ninety-five percent symmetrical. You are adapting much faster to the sudden increase of information than the algorithms predicted."

"Thanks, Valerie," Diego smiled, not looking up. "I think the learning pod finally stopped giving me a headache today, so I can actually focus on—"

Suddenly, the large mechanical door to the engineering bay hissed open. The sleek, polished black orb of G.O.D. floated into the room, its single blue optical lens rotating rapidly as it hovered directly over Diego’s workbench, instantly cutting off his light.

"Cease operational maintenance immediately, Master Diego," G.O.D.’s smooth, perfectly polite mechanical voice boomed through the workstation.

Diego blinked, pulling the multitool back and clicking it off. "Whoa, okay. What's the emergency, G.O.D.? Did another cargo droid trip over its own feet on Floor -6?"

"Negative," the AI responded, its lens blinking with a bright, authoritative light. "The parameters for our immediate expansion have shifted. I have come to inform you that it is time for you to awaken your second War-Maid companion."

The announcement hung in the air of the engineering bay, drawing two completely, drastically different reactions from the pair.

Diego froze, his jaw dropping slightly as he stared up at the floating bowling ball. His mind instantly whirled into a state of confusion. He didn't even know what to think. He had barely gotten used to his routine, and the memory of how incredibly intense and incredibly intimate it was to jumpstart a War-Maid was still burned vividly into his mind.

‘Another one? Already?’ His mind panicked, a sudden flush of red creeping up his neck as he imagined himself kissing another War-Maid.

Right next to him, the atmosphere instantly dropped into a sub-zero freeze.

Valerie’s jaw clenched, and her adoring, soft expression vanished, completely replaced by an intensely displeased, fiercely unhappy frown. Her sapphire eyes narrowed into sharp, defensive slits as she glared directly at G.O.D. Her fingers wrapped so tightly around the edge of the diagnostic datapad that the reinforced glass frame let out a dangerous, groaning creak under her synthetic strength. The thought of another female android entering their private sanctuary, taking up her precious master's limited time, and actively pulling his attention away from her was completely unacceptable to her programming.

"Explain yourself, Administrator," Valerie demanded, her voice cutting through the room like an icy blade. "My current operational capacity remains at one hundred percent optimization. I am fully capable of executing all fights, labor, and can take personal care of the Master without assistance. There is absolutely zero necessity to introduce a redundant unit to my Master."

G.O.D.’s lens rotated toward her, completely unbothered by her lethal tone. "Your emotional statements are noted and dismissed, Vanguard-01. This is a matter of long-term survival, not personal preference. I have finally finished extensive maintenance checks on one of the stasis pods in the primary vault." The AI turned back to face Diego, projecting a glowing blue text file into the air between them. "And based on the biometric data compiled by your datapad over the last seventy-two hours, Master Diego, your physical health, cardiovascular stamina, and metabolic retention have significantly improved due to your rigorous training regimen. Furthermore, your cognitive absorption of late protocols is proceeding at an acceptable rate. Therefore, your organic frame can officially support the bio-energetic drain of a second active War-Maid without suffering lethal synaptic failure."

Diego swallowed hard, rubbing the back of his neck as he stared at the holographic file. "Okay... but why now? We're barely making a dent in repairing this floor."

"Precisely why this unit is required," G.O.D. explained smoothly. "The data confirms that awakening Logistics Unit-02: Lyra will be very beneficial to the base. Unlike Unit Valerie, who is hard-coded for battle, Unit Lyra’s neural matrix is custom-tailored for organization, management, resource allocation, and maintenance. Waking her will accelerate our facility's structural reclamation by two hundred percent."

Diego looked over at Valerie. The silver-haired android was still pouting fiercely, her lower lip trembling just a tiny bit as she looked at him with a deeply vulnerable, needy gaze, silently begging him with her eyes to tell the AI no.

Diego let out a soft sigh, reaching out to gently place his hand over her tight grip on her hand. "Hey... look at me, Valarie."

Valerie’s gaze snapped to his, her sapphire eyes wide.

"No matter who we wake up, nobody is replacing you, okay?" Diego said softly, his voice full of genuine warmth. "You're the one who saved my life on Floor -6, and you're the one keeping me sane here. You'll always be my number one."

The effect of his words was instantaneous. The icy, defensive tension drained from Valerie’s shoulders in a split second. A deep, beautiful pink flush erupted across her porcelain cheeks, and the blue circuitry lines along her suit pulsed with a happy, brilliant glow. She looked down shyly, her fingers loosening. "Master... I... I understand. If it is your wish to expand our operational forces, I will tolerate her presence. But I will remain your primary sword and shield."

"I wouldn't have it any other way," Diego smiled, before turning back to the floating AI. "Alright, G.O.D. If we need her to get this place running, let's do it."

"Excellent. Emotional negotiation completed with an acceptable time lapse," G.O.D. hummed, spinning in a slow circle before floating toward the heavy engineering doors. "Please follow me to the War-Maid pods to begin the activation sequence. The power grid has been balanced, and Unit Lyra's pod is prepared for your biological imprint."

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Beneath the Iron Graveyard, Military Base, Floor -7, Secret Laboratory, War-Maid Chamber

The chamber stood trapped in a deep silence, broken only by the rhythmic, low-frequency hum of the massive machinery sustaining the dormant androids. Pristine metallic walls pulsed softly with ambient blue light, casting long shadows across the floor.

Diego stood directly before the designated stasis pod of Logistic Unit-04, his hands shoved nervously into the pockets of his black jacket. He couldn’t stop staring at the sleeping figure suspended within.

The woman resting inside possessed long beautiful blue hair that drifted weightlessly through the glowing suspension fluid. Her meticulously designed, maid-inspired uniform was perfectly form-fitted to a breathtaking silhouette. Despite centuries of cold dormancy, her complexion looked like flawless, polished porcelain, and her peaceful expression made her appear like a sleeping fairytale princess waiting to be awakened.

For a long moment, Diego simply stared, completely captivated. "...She's really pretty," he whispered under his breath, his voice hushed with reverence.

Beside him, Valerie’s left eye twitched. The silver-haired Vanguard-Class War-Maid immediately folded her arms beneath her bountiful chest, her standard combat bodysuit tightening across her frame. She narrowed her brilliant sapphire eyes into dangerous slits.

"Master," Valerie interrupted, her tone dropping into a distinctly chilly, clinical tone. "Haven't you already formally stated on multiple occasions that I am attractive?"

Diego nearly jumped out of his boots, his heart doing a frantic flip. "I-I didn't say she was prettier!"

"I did not accuse you of making such a comparison," Valerie countered smoothly, though a faint, pretty pink color began dusting her pale cheeks.

"...You were totally thinking about it."

"I wasn’t." The adorable, stubborn pout on Valerie's face deepened further, her bright blue circuitry lines pulsing with a warm, agitated light that completely gave away her internal state.

Floating nearby, G.O.D. ignored the emotional exchange entirely, the black sphere drifting in a slow, precise arc. "The activation chamber has reached optimal synchronization parameters. Commencing retrieval protocol for Logistic Unit-04."

The AI's central blue lens flashed with an intense spark. Instantly, the pod's interface flared to life, a sharp holographic warning overriding the soothing blue ambiance.

WARNING: STASIS TERMINATION INITIATED.

Soon the systems that had slept for five hundred years roared back to life. Deep, pressurized mechanical hisses echoed violently throughout the chamber as hydraulic locks disengaged one by one. Red warning lights swept across the reinforced frame, casting jagged, rhythmic flashes across Diego's face.

The glowing blue suspension fluid surrounding the sleeping War-Maid began to rapidly churn, draining down through massive, high-speed filtration channels embedded within the floor.

As the fluid level dropped lower and lower, revealing more of the sleek outline of Lyra's uniform, Diego found himself holding his breath. His hands trembled slightly inside his pockets. For some reason, this felt even more nerve-racking than Valerie's awakening. Perhaps because this time, he actually knew exactly what a War-Maid was and what was expected of him. He wonders if he would be able to handle two girls at the same time.

It is then that the fluid finally vanished completely, leaving Lyra standing precariously on the internal platform. A sharp, pressurized mechanical hiss escaped the pod as the vacuum seal broke. The reinforced front casing unlocked with a heavy thud, and the secondary structural restraints disengaged. Slowly, the heavy glass capsule swung open, releasing a cloud of cold, drifting vapor.

The moment the support arms retracted, the completely dormant War-Maid lost her equilibrium, her limp body tipping directly forward.

"Whoa!"

Diego, knowing that this would happen, quickly lunged forward across the slick metallic floor, throwing his arms out just in time to catch her before she could hit the hard ground.

The blue-haired android collapsed gently into his arms. Her head rested heavily against his shoulder, strands of soft, damp blue hair spilling across his chest and releasing a faint, floral scent.

Diego felt his pulse immediately begin accelerating to dangerous levels, his face heating up as he continued to notice the ethereal beauty of the girl in his arms. "Why are they all so ridiculously pretty?" He muttered weakly to himself.

Valerie's glare intensified, her arms tightening beneath her chest. "Master."

"Sorry!" Diego squeaked, desperately trying to keep his eyes fixed on the ceiling.

"Apology unaccepted."

G.O.D. floated a fraction closer, its anti-gravity emitters humming softly. "Please proceed with the awakening ritual. Logistic Unit-04 cannot initialize her cognitive matrix without a registered human catalyst. Plus we are burning valuable time."

Diego swallowed hard, the scent of her hair making his head spin. "Right."

His face was practically a burning furnace now. Taking a deep, unsure breath, he adjusted his hold on the sleeping War-Maid, securing his arm around her slender waist. He leaned forward, closing his eyes, and pressed his lips firmly against hers.

The instant their lips met, a violent pulse of pure energy surged through the point of contact. Bright, lavender-colored circuitry illuminated beneath Lyra's porcelain skin, tracing intricate paths down her neck, arms, and thighs as her dormant systems drank in his biological signature.

Deep within her cold, sleeping consciousness, a centuries-old darkness shattered like glass.

[ACTIVATION CONFIRMED] 

[BIO-SYNC ESTABLISHED: POWER TRANSFER ACTIVE] 

[MASTER DNA REGISTERED // GENETIC IDENTITY: DIEGO PEREZ]

For the first time in five hundred years, Logistic Unit-04 awoke. Deep within her chassis, her dormant quantum core ignited, sending a roaring wave of power throughout her synthetic nervous system.

[CORE ONLINE] 

[VISION SYSTEMS: OPTICAL CHANNELS ENGAGED] 

[TACTICAL SYSTEMS: SEGMENTED ONLINE] 

[RESOURCE MANAGEMENT NETWORK: INITIALIZED] 

[INFRASTRUCTURE ANALYSIS SUITE: ACTIVE]

Massive, blinding streams of data flooded her newly awakened consciousness, scrolling past her internal HUD at a frantic pace.

PLANETARY STATUS: CATASTROPHIC. 

ATMOSPHERIC RADIATION: CRITICAL. 

HUMAN EXTINCTION LEVELS: 95.82%. 

PRIMARY OBJECTIVE: PROJECT RECLAMATION.

Thousands of files, millions of records, and centuries of accumulated data whipped through her mind in milliseconds. But then, the chaotic torrent of data suddenly screeched to a halt. The red warnings vanished, replaced by a soothing, golden hue.

She saw him. As her stunning lavender eyes slowly fluttered open, the optical lenses clicked softly as they instantly focused on Diego's face. Her HUD overlay immediately began scanning, cataloging, and archiving every single detail of the man holding her. It mapped his messy dark hair, his wide brown eyes, his facial structure, and his frantic vital signs.

HEART RATE: 142 BPM (ELEVATED) 

CORE TEMPERATURE: 38.1°C (ELEVATED) 

EMOTIONAL STATUS: CONCERNED / BASHFUL / PROTECTIVE

Her thermal sensors registered the deep, radiating warmth of his human body supporting her. She felt the steady, frantic beat of his heart against her chest, and the careful, gentle way his hands held her tight.

[MASTER IDENTIFIED: MATCH CONFIRMED] 

[CORE PROGRAMMING REWRITTEN // OVERRIDING ORDERS] 

[PRIMARY DIRECTIVE ACTIVE: PROTECT, NURTURE, AND LOVE MASTER]

‘Master.’ Without a single shred of hesitation, Lyra’s slender arms whipped upward, wrapping tightly around Diego’s neck. Before his human brain could even process the lightning-fast movement, the newly awakened Logistics Unit locked her fingers behind his head and pulled him down into a fierce, breathless embrace.

"Mmph?!" Diego’s eyes widened to the size of saucers, his hands flailing slightly in shock.

Lyra deepened the kiss immediately, her lips parting as she pressed herself flush against his body. Just like Valerie’s passionate, hardcoded intensity, Lyra’s kiss was overflowing with a terrifying level of raw affection and instant possessiveness. It was as if her processors had instantly calculated that Diego was a fragile creature who required constant, twenty-four-hour supervision for his own well-being.

Her arms tightened around his neck like velvet vices, her internal processors completely overflowing with the euphoric feedback of the bio-sync.

‘MASTER LOCATED. MASTER IS SAFE. MASTER REQUIRES IMMEDIATE, UNCONDITIONAL CARE.’ A profound, hyper-focused concern immediately bloomed within her core. Her systems were actively scanning the surrounding environment through the base's local sensors, and she was thoroughly horrified.

The structural integrity of the facility was unacceptable. The resource allocation was highly inefficient. The maintenance was hundreds of years overdue. And somehow, most deeply concerning of all, her bio-scanners indicated that Master’s digestive tract was currently processing low-grade, synthetic nutrient packs.

This was a catastrophic crisis as the Master was practically malnourished.

Unfortunately for Lyra's nesting sub-routines, Valerie had finally reached her absolute absolute limit. The silver-haired Vanguard moved with terrifying speed. One second she was standing stiffly beside G.O.D., and the next, she materialized directly beside the interlocking pair

"Enough." Valerie seized Lyra by the back of her collar. With a display of effortless strength, she physically peeled the blue-haired android away from Diego, forcing the intimate connection to break instantly with a sharp gasp.

"Hah—!" Diego stumbled backward, his boots tripping over each other as he frantically clutched his chest, desperately inhaling oxygen into his burning lungs. His lips were slightly swollen, his mind completely short-circuiting.

Lyra blinked her lavender eyes in mild surprise, her expression remaining entirely calm and composed. Valerie stood between them, glaring daggers, her sapphire eyes glowing with a sharp aura. The two War-Maids stared each other down, and a literal crackle of static electricity snapped through the air between them.

"...You are severely occupying the Master's personal space," Valerie hissed, her voice vibrating with jealousy.

Lyra tilted her head, her long blue hair shifting elegantly over her shoulder. Her expression was a picture-perfect mask of innocent, analytical confusion. "But I have only just awakened, Vanguard-01. My synchronization process with Master was proceeding with optimal efficiency."

Valerie's left eye twitched violently, her hands clenching into fists at her sides. "It was proceeding too efficiently. The power transfer limit for a baseline initialization is fifteen percent. You exceeded that threshold within the first three seconds."

"A proper logistical evaluation requires a thorough assessment of Master’s oral and biological parameters," Lyra answered smoothly, her voice sweet, precise, and entirely unbothered by the threat.

For a tense moment, neither war machine moved a single millimeter, the air in the chamber growing heavy enough to suffocate a normal man.

Then, completely ignoring Valerie’s death stare, Lyra looked past her shoulder and locked her lavender eyes directly onto Diego. Her gaze softened into a gaze of pure, melting devotion. "Master..." she murmured, letting out a soft, breathless moan of longing that vibrated straight to Diego's core. The single word carried so much raw affection that Diego’s face instantly exploded into a bright, crimson blush. He opened his mouth to speak, but only an embarrassed, strangled squeak came out.

Valerie's expression darkened into an aura of pure, localized doom. "Master, please grant me permission to initiate a combat trial on the new logistics model."

G.O.D.’s central lens rotated in a slow circle, completely indifferent to the impending catfight. "Excellent. Logistic Unit-04 appears to be fully operational, with all emotional and behavioral sub-routines performing within expected parameters. We may now proceed to the 6th floor stabilization."

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Beneath the Iron Graveyard’s Military Base, Floor -6: Storage Floor

The heavy, metallic elevator groaned as it crawled upward through the reinforced structure of the military base, its guide rails vibrating rhythmically beneath the soles of Diego’s boots.

Inside the cramped chassis, the atmospheric pressure wasn't the only thing mounting. Diego felt like he was trapped between two nuclear reactors, both pulsing with pure possessiveness.

On his left side, Valerie had claimed his arm with a tight grip. The silver-haired Vanguard Unit War-Maid pulled his wrist tightly against her flank, burying his forearm deep into the soft outline of her bountiful, bodysuit-clad chest. Her bright sapphire eyes were locked in a venomous death stare with the opposite side of the elevator.

Not to be outdone, Lyra had thoroughly anchored herself to Diego’s right side. The newly awakened blue-haired Logistics Unit had mirrored the posture exactly, wrapping her slender arms around his bicep and hoisting it up into her own remarkably soft, generous cleavage.

"Valerie, your parameters are highly illogical and deeply unfair," Lyra chided smoothly, tilting her head, her lavender eyes flashing defensively. "Just because you were awakened first, that does not grant you a permanent monopoly over our Master’s attention. Logistical distribution requires that attention and biological synchronization be split equally."

"Mission parameters dictate that I must remain the closest to the Master at all times to maximize safety," Valerie shot back coldly, her pale porcelain cheeks dusting with a lovely, stubborn pink as she didn't let go. In fact, she deliberately pulled harder, drawing Diego’s arm even deeper into her chest. "Your presence is domestic and logistical. You are secondary in the security hierarchy."

"I am a multi-tasking infrastructure unit," Lyra countered, a faint pout forming on her beautiful face as she yanked Diego back toward her side. "Master's physical well-being, dietary satisfaction, and comfort fall entirely under my jurisdiction. Therefore, my claim to Master's comfort takes precedence."

"Can you... can both of you please calm down?!" Diego stammered, his face a blazing furnace of intense embarrassment. His heart was hammering against his ribs at a dangerous 150 beats per minute. He was a normal modern guy and right now, his arms were completely enveloped by dizzying warmth and the incredible, soft weight of two phenomenally attractive android women. He could barely breathe, let alone process the catfight happening over his head. "I'm literally being torn in half here!"

Floating near the ceiling, G.O.D.’s black sphere rotated its central blue lens toward them, entirely indifferent to Diego’s internal crisis. "Save your energy, Master Diego. We are arriving at the destination. The objective of this trial is to measure the efficiency coefficient of Logistic Unit-04 in coordinating the restoration of Floor -6."

DING.

The heavy, rusted elevator doors slid apart with a sharp, pneumatic hiss, revealing the sprawling expanse of the Storage Floor.

The moment the doors opened, Lyra’s demeanor shifted instantly. The pouting girl vanished, replaced by an elite, high-spec machine. She immediately released Diego’s arm, stepping forward to the edge of the elevator platform. Her lavender eyes ignited with a brilliant, calculating glow as her internal HUD-overlay immediately began scanning the environment.

[SCANNING FLOOR -6: STORAGE AREA]

[STRUCTURAL DEGRADATION: CRITICAL // CONTAMINATION LEVELS: UNACCEPTABLE]

[LOGISTICAL EFFICIENCY: 0.04%]

A visible look of dissatisfaction washed over Lyra’s pristine features. The corridor before them stretched endlessly like a ruined tunnel. Rotting military banners clung to the walls, which were scarred with deep scratches, bullet holes, and five-hundred-year-old bloodstains. Debris and caved-in chunks of the ceiling littered the floorboards, while a few small, low-spec spider drones clicked and welded aimlessly in the shadows.

"This is completely unacceptable," Lyra muttered, her voice dropping into an authoritative, clinical tone. "A proper home cannot function in a state of anarchy."

She stepped out into the hallway, clapping her hands together sharply. The acoustic snap echoed loudly down the corridor, and instantly, every single maintenance droid and spider drone on the floor froze in place, their sensors snapping toward her as she seized control of the local network.

"All autonomous units, halt current sub-routines and synchronize to my direct command," Lyra ordered, her voice carrying the absolute authority of an officer. "Units 01 through 12, begin sorting the structural debris in Sector B. Units 13 through 30, categorize the remaining crates in the primary vault. And you—" She pointed directly at a small, multi-legged maintenance drone passing by. "Bring me standard sanitary chemical solutions and a high-velocity sweeping apparatus. Immediately."

The small drone scrambled forward like a terrified pet, quickly returning with a large, industrial-grade broom and a bucket of heavy-duty cleaning fluids.

Lyra grabbed the broom, rolling up the white sleeves of her maid-inspired uniform. "Master’s living parameters must be purified."

What followed completely defied the laws of human physics.

Lyra moved. To Diego's human eyes, she became a literal, blurred of motion. The sheer speed of her cybernetic body was staggering. With precise, high-speed sweeps, the broom moved so fast it created a localized whistling wind down the corridor. Five hundred years of thick dust, toxic soot, and dried, stubborn fluids were violently stripped from the metal floorboards in a matter of seconds.

She sprayed chemical solutions with accuracy, wiping down the scarred metal walls until they gleamed like mirrors. When she encountered a section of the floor where caved-in concrete and massive iron rebar blocks blocked the path, Lyra didn't even pause. Despite her elegant, slender frame, she casually grabbed a three-ton block of reinforced steel with one hand, lifted it effortlessly, and hurled it down the hall into a designated disposal pile with a deafening CLANG.

The other droids tried their absolute best to follow her rapid-fire instructions, scurrying back and forth to organize weapon crates and stack rations, but their mechanical legs were simply no match for the whirlwind that was Lyra. She was cleaning, organizing, repairing, and restructuring the entire floor at a speed that border-lined supernatural.

Diego stood at the elevator entrance, his jaw practically hanging open as he stared gobsmacked at the scene. "She's... she's like a one-woman demolition and maid service..." He whispered, blinking hard to make sure he wasn't hallucinating.

Valerie stood beside him, her arms folded beneath her chest. She let out a tiny, dismissive humpf, though her eyes secretly tracked Lyra’s movements with a begrudging respect for her high-spec output.

G.O.D. then floated down next to Diego, its polished black surface reflecting the lights of the corridor as its single blue camera lens pulsed with undeniable approval.

"The data confirms a twelve-hundred percent increase in structural restoration velocity," The AI announced, its synthesized voice echoing smoothly down the hall. "As expected of a Logistics model. Lyra's core processors are uniquely optimized for macro-management, supply-line efficiency, and infrastructure reclamation."

The metallic orb spun slowly in mid-air, turning its gaze fully back toward Diego. "With the trial proceeding within optimal parameters. I shall now return to Floor -7 to personally monitor the main generator's auxiliary power output. Master Diego, I am placing you in direct charge of Floor -6's restoration."

Diego instantly looked confused and unsure. "Uh, wait… me? In charge? Like, a boss?"

"Correct," G.O.D. stated smoothly, drifting back a few inches. "A leader must learn to oversee his designated soldiers. You will supervise the reclamation drones for the next five hours. Once the time has reached its designated threshold, you are ordered to take a mandatory rest period. You will then return to your private quarters, consume your required nutritional sustenance, and rest." Suddenly, the AI's polite, calculated tone shifted down into a much heavier frequency. "Tomorrow morning, the grace period ends. With two fully operational War-Maids now bound to your biological signature, we finally possess the minimum requirement to expand our perimeter. Tomorrow, we will plan out the purge of Floor -5."

Diego’s stomach dropped, a cold weight pooling in his gut. His muscles instinctively locked up. "Floor -5... that's the Containment Cells, right? Where they kept the... things?"

"Affirmative," G.O.D. answered coldly. "The level is currently overrun by various hostile forces, feral biomechanical entities, and corrupted anomalies. It must be completely wiped out and reclaimed to ensure the base's foundational security.” 

Diego hearing this looked unsure if they were ready, from what he could tell Lyra didn’t seem to be made for battle. “Are you sure we’re rea–?” But before he could question his orders, G.O.D. cut him off.

“I understand your hesitation, but do not let her domestic appearance fool you, Master Diego. While Lyra is not explicitly optimized for combat like Valerie, her synthetic body is forged from various military-grade metals. Her physical strength overrides a hundred baseline humans. Together, they are more than capable of reclaiming the sector."

Diego swallowed hard, a cold sweat breaking out across the back of his neck. But looking at the floating AI, Diego took a deep, shaky breath and forced his racing heart to slow down, steadied his trembling nerves, and gave a firm, determined nod. "...I understand. We'll be ready."

"Excellent," G.O.D. buzzed softly, its anti-gravity units humming as it drifted backward into the open elevator shaft. "Remember to properly rest after you initiate the Bio-Sync protocol with Lyra, Master Diego. Tonight, you will surely be put to the test, as the old human phrase goes, by your two War-Maids."

The heavy titanium elevator doors then slid shut with a sharp, pressurized hiss, leaving Diego alone in the corridor. A deep, burning blush rushed to his face as his mind replayed the AI's parting words. He wasn't just terrified of the monsters upstairs anymore; he was suddenly very, very intimidated by whatever intense, competitive chaos was waiting for him in the bedroom tonight.

Standing a few feet away, Valerie let out a sharp, audible grumble. Her silver hair drifted slightly as she crossed her arms tightly beneath her bountiful chest, her sapphire eyes narrowing to tiny, jealous slits as she glared toward Lyra. The thought of sharing her Master’s touch, his energy, and his bed with a newcomer was already sending her possessive mind into absolute overdrive.

Done. Tell me what you think and if I made any mistakes. Next chapter will be a threesome.