Sister Rage Expansion Pack

Paw pads hit the sand with enough force to leave a crater as a blur of motion, swirling with the colors of Burden and Rage shoots across it. A lifetime of energy restored, a body full of youth and power. What else was she meant to do? Curl up into the pile of fur and love with her… Sisters? No, not now. Besides, someone has to stay awake to keep watch. To think that the Corporations will simply ignore the defeat of a kill squad and wait until another day dawns… she growls and hits the sand even harder, breaking another sound barrier to throw their radars off. They’ll be chasing a trail of glass that leads nowhere, giving them time to make their escape in the morning.

Unfortunately, this process does not lead to a newly active mind to have distractions. Long buried memories come to the surface. Mother and Father lost in the game of some eldritch beast, a young boy watching them forget who he is, who they are, what everything is as they became carnal beasts that existed only to suck and fuck until malnutrition killed them. A lifetime spent hiding in the darkest, smallest spaces, trembling and holding back sobs whenever a too-heavy footstep hit the ground.

Then the first footstep of the very first mecha hit the ground. Heart soaring as these titanic entities seemed immune to the worst things the beasts could offer. His city was soon a place he could roam the streets of in safety, even if he was still starving to death. What else was a young man full of hatred to do but sign up for this new military?

Memories broken. Mind subjected to tortures that made the fading faces of his parents look like they got the long end of the stick. His person hood destroyed to become a proud, slogan shouting soldier. How many beasts had he killed? He didn’t know. He wasn’t told, and he didn’t care. The only emotion he managed to hold onto were the sheer hatred of the monstrous.

And now… now she WAS the monstrous, and that hatred was turned towards the Corporations that saved her as a young child. Paw pads hit the border to another land with enough force to send her rocketing into orbit, staring down at a world covered by orderly lights. It used to comfort her to think about it, but now… she grit her fangs, squeezed her paw and imagined the entire world was inside of it. Imagined her “Sisters” were there, turned into little more than goo for daring to give her enough freedom to lament her life…

Then she sighed, and opened it. She had a lot to work through, and a new eternity to do it. Taking it out on those that gave her a literal trial by fire wasn’t fair, those that burnt everything away just to test if there were enough embers left in the ashes to still smolder and decided that because there were, a second chance would be offered.

She closed her eyes and let herself fall back down to the Unholy Sanctuary of her new life, flame kept dim to mask her location until it ignited under her paws to keep from impacting the sands loud enough to wake her sleeping sisters up. She blinked as she looked up. “Apparently wasn’t quiet enough to not wake you four up.” she muttered, staring at the scrap metal titans that she had just earlier in the day tried to destroy. They stared back down at her, barring her entry back into the sanctuary.

She frowned, already prepared to be forced back into the shadows, shivering and scared of a world that will stomp her into dust on sight. Then the scrap mecha forced their jaws open, blazing with a quiet fire of their own, and violently vomited out a pile of scrap metal that not even 24 hours ago was a gleaming golden god. Sister Rage stared at it, and then up at them. “… you want a new sibling of your own too, huh? Heh. Alright.” And then unleashed the full force of her flame, a massive gleaming beacon of Rage visible from orbit. It wreathed around the pile of scrap and forced it animate once again, burnt an eternal life into dead metal.

Towering scrap-metal profanity pulled itself up to it’s feet. Covered still in bullet holes, bite marks and exposed wiring from blades that couldn’t be blocked. Metal mouth open in a perpetual snarl, flame dripping from it’s teeth, shoulders barely closed around missiles that seemed to be perpetually growing. Rusted blades, the edge long dulled and little more than fancy shaped clubs now strapped to it’s back. Sister Rage dropped to her knees, panting in exhaustion, flames of Rage only smoldering dimly around her shoulders as she stared up at it. “Guess… guess I’ll try to fit in. I’ll name you… Cor Caroli.” she said, and with a name bestowed to it it’s eyes blazed to life.

They stared down at her, smoldering with hatred, with rage. In a flash of motion it was already swinging it’s newborn fist down at Sister Rage to reduce her to little more than a memory for her crime of bringing it into existence, exhausted hound barely able to throw herself to the side. The other four mecha simply stood, still barring her the safety of sanctuary. Sister Rage grit her teeth, the feeling she was named for welling up within her. She finally created something instead of destroying it, and it repays her like this!? Digging her paws into the sand she swung her own paw to meet the fist that stood impossibly taller than her as it rocketed down at her again. Two entities stood, snarling, spittle, flame and oil flying from their mouths as they glared at each other. Dim flames of rage began to burn brighter and brighter around the shoulders of both, meeting. A lifetime flowed into one entity, and a newborn’s first traumatic thoughts into the other. Jet wings that should be falling off opened in defiance of everything and shot the mech forward, Sister Rage sent rocketing with it as her arm strained to maintain the power struggle.

Eventually they hit a mountain and Sister Rage was buried into it, entire body compressed between metal claws and unyielding rock, bones and flesh splitting as she refused to stop. “You fucking… stubborn.. metal...” she grit her fangs until her jaw started to crack, eyes slowly filling with supernova heat. Was she really going to let herself get turned into paste by some screaming newborn the instant she resolved to heal!? Rock began to melt behind her from the sheer heat of her Rage. A mountain became a volcano as flame burst from the top of it, and with a howl she finally rocketed forward herself, a blazing star that shone so bright you couldn’t see the burden that made up it’s core. Scrap metal gave way under the assault as the entire skyscraper sized arm became a pile of inert metal and flame, as the Hound and the Mecha stared into the others eyes and saw a mirror.

Corporate Kill Squad 14 hit the sands mere feet away, guns already charging with plasma and trained at the two figures. Their heads snapped at that location and the cockpit wrenched itself open, and with a snort Sister Rage shot inside, paws wrapping around familiar controls. “Sister Rage, pilot of the Cor Caroli!” she roared, flame bursting out of an empty socket and wrapping around scrap metal, willing the arm back into existence. “Don’t bother introducing yourself, Coeus! When I’m done with you, nobody will remember you anyway!”

Climbing to the surface, Sister Clashing Steel stared at the battle happening in the distance. The furious ferocity, the missiles screaming and biting into their quarry before rendering them naught but a hazy memory. She stared up at the Procyon and put a paw on it’s metal. “How’s it feel to be a big sister?” she asked, and smiled at the response only she could hear. “Yeah… I agree.”