NWO Military BMs News:  Inisfreean Battlemechs are the Titan-sized, metallic equivalent of the flawlessly sexy Inisfreean-borne females.
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Inisfreean Battlemechs:

Basis:
Fashioned as larger-scale variants of the Inisfreean Storm Trooper suits (which are the female versions of the Tony Stark (Iron Man) suit, and the Mjolnir power-armor of the Spartans in the Halo series), these skyscraper-tall suits encase their pilots inside their robotic head modules.

Background and Enhancements:
While Outlander Battlemech designs are almost always gender-neutral, blocky, and odd-looking, Inisfreean Battlemechs are as curvaceous, taut, lithe, and alluringly distracting as the Inisfreean pilotesses' themselves.  Furthermore, while Outlander Battlemech designs carry the expected human armaments of machine guns, Gauss canons, PPCs, lasers, masers, rockets, mortars, missiles, and jump-packs, guided by a sensor suite of visual optics, thermals, starlight, and microwave vision... Inisfreean Battlemechs (BMs) sport the signature Inisfreean full-spectrum 'Rainbow Canons' (which include emotion-trigger beams, such as fear-rays and orgasm-rays), full-spectrum sensory perception (including Dark Matter, magical cloaking, and inter-dimensional presence analysis), and both nova and black-hole based weapons.  This allows them to detect, see, analyze, interpret, predict, reverse engineer, jam, commandeer, reconfigure, de-atomize, teleport, absorb, and/or delete just about anything.  And for those incredibly large, dense, or otherwise massive and powerful entities which they may encounter from time to time, they can always amplify their weapons and other abilities by tapping into the rest of those of the entire Inisfreean realm, even going so far as to summon entire fleets of Warships or even an SSBS as their back-up.  It only takes one Inisfreean a matter of seconds to know and dominate all within her range.

Modes of Appearance:
Capable of quickly shifting between multiple exterior forms for various purposes ranging from 'shock and awe' to 'active camouflage', Inisfreean BMs have the following appearance modes:
  • Invisible (not only to the humans' 'visible spectrum', but also to all other forms of detection)
  • Faceless (the original ST suit design, much like an Imperial Storm Trooper of Star Wars)
  • Armored Humanoid Lioness (lion-helmed (face-mask and metal-mane of curls)​
  • Personified Cosmos (a view of Outer Space wrapped around an armored female silhouette)
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Regardless of how they may choose to appear, these genius warrior women of this Space-faring city, sometimes referred to as 'the lionesses of Inisfree', pack a godly punch even greater than Superman's.  This is especially true when they are in these Titan-sized Battlemechs of theirs.
Summoning

One of the most impressive things the qualified Inisfreean battlemech-pilotesses can do is summon their skyscraper-tall battlemechs the same way they might summon their own Storm Trooper suits to appear around their bodies.  These battlemechs can be summoned (teleported) at will (via the by-mind interface; the I.N.N.) right out from their docking stations inside the Spacecraft which usually transport them; the Inisfreean Dropships.
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Inisfree-city Tour Excerpt:

The hatch down into the grassy terrain silently slid open, revealing an abysmal, sheer drop into a massive, cylindrical, vertical shaft. Several feet down below the opening of the hatch was what appeared to be a finely-combed head of female hair, and then the rest of the giantess came into view. "This is what we sometimes call a Doomsdalorian; once a cross between the Doomsday creature from the Superman saga, and a Mandalorian (cloned special warfare commando) from Star Wars, such as Boba Fett. Now, a Doomsdalorian still has many of those two's powerful characteristics, but is an ICBM; not an Inter-Continental Ballistic Missile, but an Inisfreean-Clone/Construct BattleMech, as startlingly feminine and beautiful as any of our teen-sized girls, but in the female version of Iron Man, Halo Mjolnir, Centurions, or StarCraft Space Marine power armor. Each carries with it a Titan-sized, shadow-sabre; like a Jedi's light-sabre, only the opposite of light. And, while a Jedi's light-sabre 'blade' is ~3' from hilt to tip, a Doomsdalorian's (ICBM's) is ~300', exactly the same proportion relative a Doomsdalorian's height of ~500'."

As the cavernous silo continued to grow slightly brighter, the view from its top center hatch continued to look down upon the golden, flowing hair of one of those Doomsdalorians from the opening which was at Inisfree's ground (surface) level, serving as a Titan-sized stasis tube much like those designed to snugly house captured Outlanders aboard our MPHA airships. Also visible from the 600' (60-story) height of the silo's ceiling hatch is this Doomsdalorian's cleavage; both of her perky breasts and her asscheeks, two pelvic dimples and all.

At that point, the tour guest is then 'Owled' down (straddling one of Inisfree's signature hover-saddles, much as how one would ride on a motorcycle) in a spiral or corkscrew flightpath encircling the Doomsdalorian to view her from all sides and heights until we are on the floor of the 60-story tall/deep silo, looking up at her from her 25'-tall feet and boots, with a fantastic view of her perfectly tanned underboobs and hairline pussy slit.

"Inisfreean Master Females enter this BattleMech through her mouth and pussy; pilots climbing up into the cockpit inside her skull via an AIOW leading up to it from the back of her throat. Her voice-box helps keep out unwanted intruders from her mouth, as it is capable of resonating extremely unpleasant and even disintegrating sounds within her oral cavity. Naturally, she is also able to smash intruders with her tongue, grind them up with her teeth, or spit them out with the force of a hurricane or jet exhaust."

"The Inisfreean Master Females who climb up into her pussy are stored in her vagina which functions as a dismounted troops compartment; the equivalent of where Infantry soldiers sit in the back section of a tank or APC. This BattleMech-sized pussy is 40 feet deep, and capable of elasticizing to 50 feet deep and 10 feet wide, resulting in a snug cavity with a 31.4-foot circumference and 78.5-foot area at each level of its depth; capable of storing up to 150 of the ~5'-tall, 2'-wide Inisfreean girls in their couture Storm Trooper suits (15 per level, shoulder to shoulder around the wall of the pussy, with 10 levels at maximum stretch). For instant, full company deployment, we have found that the pelvis remains among the most stationary of all body parts even during the most rigorous combat and quickest movements, such as running and swimming; thus, it makes for the easiest platform from which to deploy and receive returning troops at all times."

"Given that all Inisfreeans can teleport, any Inisfreean qualified for BattleMech piloting can teleport up into the BattleMech's cockpit, negating any need to expose herself on the less-protected exterior of any BattleMech; she can teleport directly to the cockpit pilot's-throne from her place secured to the wall of the BattleMech's troop-compartment pussy --and back again."

"Her asshole is used to store captured Outlanders, usually humans, who are locked onto the curving walls of her intestines, making for a most disorienting storage and imprisonment as she continues to walk, jog, run, climb, swim, and fly as any human-sized female would move. This intestinal jail can be filled with various gases and liquids to keep its prisoners unconscious and protected from jarring during combat, unlikely though it has proven to be. Given that offensive humans are often called 'little shits', it is ironic and fitting that they are literally excrete from this BattleMech's asshole as shits which are very little in comparison to its total size. And, yes, our BattleMechs are designed to literally force them back out of this intestinal jail by contracting its anal sphincters in sequence, resulting in them falling out of the dilating asshole and continuing to fall down between its legs into whatever capturing receptacle we decide to use at that point."

"Also, being a fully functioning, human-female-like organism, each Inisfreean BattleMech can make flawlessly graceful love to any giants which are biologically compatible with it. In keeping with the Inisfreean religion/beliefs/code/tradition, we prefer to use our creations and military might to make love, not war. Thus, even this, our tallest land combat vehicle, can be used to seduce and fuck with the tireless finesse of the greatest nymphs. We are proud to have a collection of pornographic recordings of triple-penetration orgies some of our deployed BattleMechs have had with various humanoid giants of numerous sexes, both human and otherwise. --And, of course, there could be no Inisfreean troops stored in their pussies during that time, as they would get in the way of that organ's functions. --Also of note is how, in some of these 'adult films', our BattleMechs changed their appearance modes between Invisible, Faceless, Armored Humanoid Lioness, and Personified Cosmos, giving their fuckers an incredible change of feminine scenery as if they were fucking a humanoid chameleon; most fascinating and endearing."

Standing at the robotic giantess's feet, she then transitioned to and through each of those four appearance modes for their viewing pleasure, returning to her standard one; that of the Armored Humanoid Lioness, demonstrating how her basic form was a female version of the Iron Man power-armor suit, with only her head down to her neck's base exposed and appearing like normal, tanned skin. Her lion-head helmet rippled into place out of thin air, then rippled back away, revealing her flawless beauty, and how her hair, eyebrows, and irises could shift between every known color just like the Inisfreean girls' could. Taking the Titan-sized light-sabre from her hip compartment, much like RoboCop produced his hidden pistol, she willed it on and its 300' blade, appearing like a pole made of shadow, expanded from its hilt within a single second, nearly touching the ceiling of the abysmal silo she stood in, and then retracting back into the hilt just as quickly. She replaced the 'shadow-sabre', as it was more accurate to call it, in its hip compartment on her power-armor suit, and resumed her sexy stance and subtle hip swaying from side to side, advertising her pussy and whole apex. "That 'shadow-sabre' of hers is far more effective than a Jedi's light-sabre, but not only due to its staggering size; instead of using extreme heat to cut, it is an elongated black-hole which sucks in everything it touches, essentially removing everything it touches from this reality, allowing for much smoother cutting and removing of obstacles, such as enemies' weapons and shields. One swing of that 'shadow-sabre' and a starship's energy shielding will be sucked off -along with whichever parts of the starship itself it makes contact with or swings through. This ability is particularly effective at swatting away solar flares and comets, as well as preventing ricochets of shrapnel."

For rare occasions when it was time to make love to giants, such as Titans, Cthulhu, and giant squid or other tentacle beasts, each BattleMech could switch to a fifth appearance mode; fully nude, appearing exactly like any sexy supermodel with unblemished, silky skin, and all the same proportions and ratios as a human girl. This was demonstrated last, after her lion-head helmet had rippled away and she had shown her ability to change the colors of her hair, eyebrows, and irises.

​Lastly, her Iron-Man-like power-armor suit reappeared around her, leaving her back in its knight-like suit (or dame, in this case), and 150 Inisfreean girls in their Storm Trooper power-armor suits all flew up into her relaxing, dilating pussy in rapid succession, perfectly choreographed, until all of them were secure up within it, and its lips were kegeling closed and tight as a hairline slit again; hatch closed and sealed.

"Given that the human intestine is about 10 times longer than the pussy is deep, it is possible to safely secure up to 1,500 human-sized prisoners in each of our BattleMech's assholes; keeping with the human ratios, these BattleMech's assholes are 10 times longer than their pussies are deep. And given that the Inisfreean realm is predominantly a pleasure-fortress housing only that which pleases its Governor, the only prisoners collected by deployed Inisfreean forces are the flawlessly sexy females of the many Outland worlds."

And with that, the introduction of the guest to Inisfree's ultra-top-secret Doomsdalorian forces was complete, and back up to the top center ceiling hatch of the 60-story deep silo they floated on their Owl. The Inisfreean girls waiting up above the hatch, on Inisfree's ground (surface) level, supervised the closing of the car-sized hatch, and once it had been sealed, it was impossible to discern against the grassy terrain which surrounded it. "The entire circular ceiling of these Doomsdalorian silos will part and slide out of the way if they are commanded to float up and out of them, but, like many Inisfreean creations, they can just teleport out if that is willed, as well."