BAD ENDING 001 — Slave Walker Sonia 6
"That's how it happened. Anything else you're curious about?"
At Peko's matter-of-fact explanation, the armored unit commander—dressed in mechanic's coveralls—scratched her chin with grease-stained fingers. Suspicion and admiration warred in her eyes.
"Hard to believe… but I've been monitoring the comms the whole time, so I don't have much choice. By the way, you do realize 'this one' is completely fried, right? Be honest with me. She's a Slave Walker Unit before she's your little sister."
The commander's finger pointed toward the limp form of Milli. There was no pity in that gaze—only the cold appraisal of a broken spare part.
"…"
Peko said nothing. Her face had hardened into an unreadable mask. The Milli who once chattered nonstop the moment she climbed into a Slave Walker was gone. All that remained was a broken doll staring blankly with empty eyes while her sister listened in silence to a superior's clinical assessment. The unspoken pressure to treat her as a consumable—to swap her out for a fresh unit—settled heavily on Peko's shoulders.
The short leave she had stolen with her sister Milli had shattered the instant the sudden sortie order came through. Dispatched to the field on short notice, Peko had no choice but to load Milli into the Slave Walker she had signed out for their vacation.
Slave Walker Units were always in short supply. The role demanded high intelligence and attracted few volunteers, so removal from base was tightly restricted. Ironically, the four-legged combat machines themselves were little more than scrap metal without a unit inside, so taking one out was surprisingly easy.
Strictly speaking, of course, taking Milli—military property first, little sister second—off base was a clear violation of regulations. All of it had only been possible thanks to the quiet favor of this very armored unit commander, the woman who normally looked after Peko. That same commander now stood before her dressed like an ordinary mechanic, facing her down.
"Think about the lecture I gave you last time and file a proper report, will you? Got it?"
"I already told you I have no intention of… Fine. Understood, Commander."
The same Peko who spoke to Sonia without a shred of formality now answered the mechanic-clad commander with crisp respect.
As if this were far from the first time, the commander casually accepted the vinyl bag containing Slave Walker Unit Milli and slung it over one shoulder.
"The blackouts are lasting longer and longer. I assume you understand what that means. Still, I'll have to run a full-body scan so I can wave the data in your face while I lecture you. If you've got nothing better to do, tag along. Otherwise I'll call you."
She paused, then swept an interested gaze over the Slave Walker Peko had arrived in.
"…I missed my chance to ask earlier, but about the unit inside that Walker you just mentioned. Mind if I borrow her for a bit? You know as well as I do—plenty of cadets never get field experience because we don't have enough Walker-control Slave Units. I'll return her safe and sound. Lend her out for a little while and you might just pick up some extra points toward your next promotion."
The offer was sweet. Even without Peko's report, the mere fact that the unit had perfectly piloted a Slave Walker without any special processing already made her extraordinarily valuable. Combat logs even suggested she had outperformed seasoned veterans.
Behind the commander, the eyes of the lined-up cadets began to sparkle. Fresh combat Walker pilot trainees in spotless new uniforms, control sticks clipped to their thigh belts, felt their hearts hammer at the words "real combat experience." Faces flushed with the hope that they might finally get their first chance to pilot a Walker carrying an actual Slave Unit—not a training dummy.
"How about it? Give the growing sprouts a chance to gain some experience, and you and I can have a proper talk about Milli's condition. Well, it'll mostly be me lecturing, but still. Not a bad deal, right?"
The commander shrugged and gestured toward the chicks staring at Peko with desperate eyes—rookies who had learned combat only from books and footage, with zero real sorties under their belts.
"Haa…"
A deep, resigned sigh escaped Peko's lips. The cadets' expectations soared. Premature daydreams of "Maybe I'll be the one chosen?!" raced down their throats. But Peko's finger moved toward a different button on the controller.
Click. The moment she pressed it, a disconnection signal every Slave Walker Unit would recognize pulsed through the control rod, stimulating the sensitive folds deep inside Sonia.
"Hnn… ah… Disconnecting Slave Walker Unit connection. Master…♡"
From the four-legged combat machine Peko had ridden, a sweet, lewd voice laced with mechanical static poured from the speakers. The rookie pilots, still clueless that Peko had no intention of sharing, only swelled further with empty hope. They checked battery levels on their controllers and brushed imaginary dust from their finger gloves, bustling with anticipation.
"Th-this time I'll finally get real combat…"
"If I show them what I can do, maybe I'll get my own dedicated Walker Unit…"
"That combat data from earlier… that was the Walker Unit, right? No modifications, and still that kind of performance…"
Peko pressed the pairing-release button. Inside the Slave Walker, the metallic collars and robotic arms locking Sonia's neck, wrists, ankles, and waist released with soft mechanical clicks. The side hatch slid open without a sound, revealing the promising new Slave Walker Unit—Sonia.
"…Huh? We don't have any Walker Units in our unit with a voice like that. Looks like her aptitude really is off the charts, just like Peko said… Whoa… those are huge…"
What emerged from the open hatch was exactly as Peko had reported: a Slave Walker Unit volunteer who had cooperated of her own free will on the battlefield.
Shining blonde hair cascading to her waist swayed with every movement. A shyly flushed face and golden eyes ready to accept anything held every gaze. Most of all, the moment her naturally voluptuous E-cup breasts—untouched by any artificial enhancement—came into view, everyone except Peko fell briefly silent under the sheer force of that overwhelming allure.
Even more shocking was the fact that Sonia, whose skirt and blouse had already been "disposed of," now stepped out completely bare, exactly as she had been born. She walked forward with a mixture of bashfulness and quiet confidence, stopped behind Peko, and greeted everyone present as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
"Thank you for your hard work, Master. And please continue to take care of me from now on. …Hello. I am Peko's Slave Walker Unit, Sonia. Looking forward to working with you all…♡"
"…?"
As Sonia bowed her head, her full breasts swayed in a beautiful arc under gravity. That elastic motion burned her existence into the minds of the base commander and every rookie pilot present.
"This is the Slave Walker Unit I reported earlier—'my' unit, Sonia. I just finished imprinting the permanent command seal, so I want to push her performance even higher. The processing bay free right now, Commander?"
"You already finished the permanent command imprint? That requires successful combat experience plus Walker Unit affinity… Combat experience we can count from just now, but affinity…"
Walker Unit affinity. The technical term the commander used meant, simply put, that for a permanent command imprint the unit herself had to open her heart and respond to the pilot's guidance and trust. It was proof of a deep bond and mutual understanding built over time—far beyond mere technical compatibility.
"Uh… that's incredible… Peko… Well… in that case I guess there's no helping it… Since I brought it up first… you know what I mean… right?"
Peko understood the meaning of that trailing "right?" perfectly. Back when she herself had been a rookie starving for combat experience because of the unit shortage, this same commander had created opportunities for her in exactly the same way. It was an unspoken signal: show the cadets swallowing their saliva behind her some proof of exclusive ownership so they wouldn't feel slighted—or hold a grudge against Peko.
Give the rookies a good show while firmly staking her claim. Two birds with one stone. Following the advice, Peko turned to Sonia, who stood behind her like a doll, and spoke.
"Sonia. What are you right now?"
"Yes, Master. I am combat Walker Slave Unit Sonia."
At Sonia's perfect answer, the faces of the chick pilots flushed with a mix of embarrassment and envy. Without waiting for their reactions, Peko fired the next question.
"Then, Slave Walker Sonia. If I ordered you to strip completely right here, what would you do?"
"Absolute obedience to Master's commands is what a Slave Walker is. As Master's Slave Walker, of course I would obey. But Sonia is already completely naked right now, you know?"
As she answered, Sonia naturally brought both hands behind her waist, laced her fingers together, and gently pushed her soft lower belly forward. A perfect posture of submission and ownership on display. As if she had been waiting for exactly that, Peko slowly, teasingly began to rub the tip of her finger along the soft cleft where Sonia's smooth flesh began just below the pubic bone.
"Hnn…?! Master…!"
An unexpected jolt of pleasure tore a moan from Sonia's lips. Her body trembled finely; the two nipples crowning her full breasts instantly hardened in response. That reaction proved to everyone present that the Slave Walker Unit named Sonia had become a perfect "component" that answered only to Peko's commands and pleasure.