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Overwatch ENF: Muscle Mommies Collide	By : Meowshi Category: +M through R > Overwatch Views: 679 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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St. Petersburg, Russia
2076
Despite her best efforts, Aleksandra Zaryanova failed to suppress the look of disdain on her face as the scavengers began piling into the welcoming lobby. She had been raised to associate a weak body with a weak mind, and as she looked at the collection of miscreants and criminals, she couldn’t help but take note of how malnourished and emaciated they all looked.
Grim patterns of irradiation scars marred the faces of most of the scavengers and several of them displayed grotesque genetic mutations like a third nostril or a mouth full of chattering baby teeth. Some of them at least tried to make up for these physical deformities with crude, cybernetic augmentations, but it did little to help.
Zarya felt her frown deepening and she turned towards Katya Volskaya with a doubtful, questioning look on her face.
“Chairman Volskaya, your…guests have begun to arrive,” she mumbled as though it pained her to be in the same room as the scavengers.
“I can see that, thank you Sergeant Zaryanova,” the professionally-dressed woman responded with a polite nod before turning her attention toward the scavengers. “Welcome to Volskaya Industries, esteemed ambassadors of Junkertown! Forgive my confusion, but I was under the impression that your queen would be joining us?”
Zarya’s eyebrow perched up at the mention of a “queen”. Having heard rumors that the Junkers had regressed into a monarchical society, she had envisioned their leader as an obese, mutated warlord who rarely ventured beyond their heavily fortified city in the Outback.
“Steady on, mate! I’m comin’!” a raspy, feminine voice said from the back of the crowd of scavengers. Zarya’s eyes widened as the massive woman pushed herself through the crowd, carrying a large trunk brimming with gold over one of her meaty shoulders. “Apologies for being late, none of these drongos could carry the loot.”
“No apologies necessary, Your Highness,” Katya Volskaya cooed, her eyes dancing hungrily over the large sum of gold.
Zarya didn't even notice the gold, as she couldn’t take her eyes off of "The Queen.” The leader of the scavengers was perhaps the tallest woman that she had ever seen. At 6’5”, Zarya was considered quite large for a woman, but the scavenger queen was easily six or seven inches taller than even that. Unlike the rest of the meager-looking Junkers, who were mostly just skin and bone, she had an impressively muscled physique that was immediately evident due to the scant amount of clothes she was wearing. A battered, golden circlet hung crookedly on her forehead, lending “The Queen” an air of regality despite her long blue mohawk and multiple facial piercings.
The Junker Queen noticed that she was being stared at and turned her crimson-tinted eyes toward Zarya, openly appraising the woman.
“Blimey, they sure do make the ladies big in Russia, eh? You’re as wide as one of the glowing double-cows we got back home!” She exclaimed as she took in the sheer bulk of the Russian soldier, “But not nearly as much of an eye-sore to look at.”
Zarya felt her cheeks reddening at that comment and she tightly clenched her fists together in order to prevent herself from knocking some manners into the woman. With great pride, she proclaimed “My size is the result of years dedicated to high-intensity weight training. Training which allowed me to represent my country at the World Championships and earn the title of ‘Strongest Woman in the World!’” As she spoke, she jutted her chin forward confidently. She did not know why she felt like she had to impress this woman, but she was suddenly determined to make a lasting impression.
“Didn’t mean any offense by it luv. Was a compliment is all,” the Junker Queen said, smiling deviously, “Now, where are these fancy suits Oi’m supposed to be buyin’?”
“Right this way,” Katya said, motioning for the group of Junkers to follow her. While she didn't explicitly request Zarya's presence, the soldier had every intention of remaining by the woman's side, unwilling to leave her alone in a room filled with dangerous scavengers. The CEO and Chairman of Volskaya Industries led them through the labyrinthian halls of the machine manufacturing foundry, passing by multiple checkpoints and armed security turrets on the way. “I apologize for all the security, this is our proprietary wing. It’s where we house all of our new tech and secret projects. Corporate spies from companies like Vishkar and Helix Security International would just love to get their hands on some of our prototypes, and it is imperative that we dissuade them through the use of aggressive security protocols.”
The Junkerqueen shrugged, apparently completely unfazed by the automated gun turrets spinning around to lock-in on her and her crew every time they stepped into a new room. “Ya gotta protect what’s yours. Oi completely respect that.”
“I am glad to hear that,” Katya said pleasantly, sliding a keycard into a sealed door and stepping onto a large factory floor, “And here we are!”
The factory was lined wall-to-wall with futuristic-looking armored suits. The Junkers all gasped upon entering the room and seeing the technologically-advanced suits. Even the Queen had an impressed look on her face, which elicited a small smile from Katya.
“The Cyberian Armor is a futuristic ensemble that exudes both strength and style,” Katya said as she placed a hand gingerly on one of the sets of armor. “We originally designed these for Russian Defense Forces, but quickly realized they were too cumbersome for the smash-and-grab tactics of those serving of the Krasnoyarsk Front.”
Junker Queen nodded her head appreciatively, although she honestly had no idea what the woman was gabbin’ about.
Switching to the persuasive tone she employed while pitching to potential customers, the CEO elaborated, “Upon recognizing that these remarkable armors would not be destined for military deployment, we made a conscious decision to modify the cutting-edge design, enabling for greater self-expression. You’ll notice that each suit includes a striking gold faceplate, designed to protect while providing a touch of elegance. The unique design of the helmet allows for the wearer's hair to flow freely through an open vent, adding a sense of freedom and individuality.”
Only half listening to the spiel, Zarya recalled that she field-tested a prototype for this armor, but it hadn’t looked nearly as fancy as the suits currently positioned against the walls. Each set of armor now sported a predominantly pink color scheme, exuding an aura of boldness and modernity, and decorative white highlights accentuated the contours of the armored suits. The armor was also decorated with famous Russian sayings, written in delicate white font and infusing the suits with a sense of cultural heritage and mystique.
“Now these are fuckin’ beauts,” the Queen said admirably, “Though I’ve never really been a big fan of too much pink. Bit girly is all.” Her crimson eyes briefly swept across Zarya’s dyed pink hair, but didn’t say anything else.
In response, Zarya’s bright viridian eyes narrowed and she silently wondered what the Queen would look like if she flung the bitch out the window headfirst.
“They have more than just looks!” Katya continued excitedly, not even registering the tension between the two women “Each set of armor boasts thick, durasteel plates meticulously positioned to safeguard the vital areas of the chest, arms, feet, and legs; ensuring maximum protection in all manner of combat scenarios. Additionally, a study metallic fauld covers the groin, hips, and backside, providing comprehensive defense against all manner of weapons including modern pulse riflery.”
“Right on! Those tin cans back home won’t know what hit ‘em, if we come at ‘em wearing these!” Junker Queen bounced enthusiastically. Although she looked to be nearly forty, whenever she got excited about something she was as jittery as a little kid. And nothing excited her more than a new tool to smash omnics with.
“I am pleased to see that you are satisfied with your purchase, but there is one … ah issue we have to go over first,” Kayta said apprehensively, flashing the larger woman a look of contrition.
“Of fackin' course! There’s always a bloody catch!” Junker Queen responded disdainfully and slapped her forehead.
Waving her hands apologetically in front of her face, the CEO reassured, "Please understand, it's nothing severe. It's just that these suits not only provide physical protection but also incorporate cutting-edge neural systems that create a safeguard when the wearer's vital signs are declining."
“Well, that sounds aces to me! An energy barrier to protect me troops when they're bleedin' out because some robot's stabbed 'em in the guts! So what’s the problem?” Junker Queen asked while scratching at her head.
“The problem,” Zarya responded icily, already having decided that she disliked the woman, “Is that the internal circuitry for these suits was designed for normal human beings. The scientists and engineers have no idea if the…unique genetic makeup of you Junkers will work.”
If the Junker Queen was offended by the woman's words, she didn’t allow it to show on her face. She simply tilted her head back and chuckled heartily. “Oh, is that all? You mainlanders think livin' out in the Wasteland made us weak and feeble, but you’re dead wrong! It made us strong! We had to fight raiders, feral omnics, and mutated beasties; for every scrap of food and every inch of land! There's no one stronger in all the world than us 'Junkers'!”
The Queen's retinue whooped and cheered excitedly for this retelling of their harrowing history, and Zarya could only respond by pinching the bridge of her nose in frustration and shaking her head.
“Oi’ll tell ya what, pinkie. You can test your fancy armor on me to see if it works or not. No fuss, no muss,” the Junker Queen decided with a shrug of her heavy shoulders.
“I must warn you though that the examination can be quite…invasive. You may want your…court to wait here,” Katya suddenly interjected.
“Nonsense!” The Queen barked and clapped one of her followers on the back, sending him spiraling onto the floor. “A proper Queen never travels anywhere without her retinue! Besides, it’s nothin’ they haven’t seen before. I used to sunbathe in the nuddy at my summer shack, before Jamison and that brute of his blew it up.”
Now it was Katya’s turn to nod politely, even though she had no idea what the woman was talking about.
With a grunt, Junker Queen took the large trunk of gold from her shoulder and placed it gingerly on the ground. Zarya just know noticed that she had been carrying the massive thing throughout the entire conversation without even flinching and couldn’t help but be impressed.
“Oi, you!” the Queen suddenly screamed at a random junker and pointed to the trunk, “You stick to the gold and make sure no one pilfers any, or I’ll nail ya to me throne when we get back home!”
“Aw…” the Junker moaned disappointingly as the rest of the group excitedly made their way to the examination room.
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