We all know the Commander’s routine maintenance is nothing if not exhaustive. From barrel rifling to trigger sensitivity, every T-Doll’s hardware is examined down to the last screw. But when the clipboard turned to Sabrina’s page, the SPAS-12 unit, to be exact, one listed component made even the most seasoned quartermasters go blush: the Wombforce 6090.
Now, Sabrina has always been the heavy hitter of the squad. Thicc, chunky, and packing enough recoil to stagger a truck. But tonight, as the Commander rounded the corner of the hangar bay, she wasn’t bracing for combat. She was propped against the cold steel wall, one hip popped out, shotgun cradled loosely as she struck a pose that was less “breaching door” and more “breaking hearts.”
The manual says to check for operational integrity. The Commander, however, decided to prep his own cannon for a different kind of ballistics test. The inspection turned into a full-scale drill, all steam and pressure and the squeak of tactical harnesses against metal. Let’s just say the Wombforce 6090 passed its stress test with flying colors—and a few new dents in the bulkhead. Consider that log signed and sealed.
