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Well, hopefully I'm not too late with this one. May later update it with colours, but we'll see about it. Anyway, here's my entry for Shabazik contest about artificial humans - shiks (just go to his gallery for more info, heck, you'll find wiki there as well).
EDIT: all right, here are colours. Apparently I'm biased toward seeing the fuck-ups in this version and if you're blind kitty it's perfectly fine.

This time I've used idea inspired by bunny75 , who in ancient times requested picture of shik that already has behind her days of being young, cute and incompetent soldier. At this point in history appeared idea of Survivors, the group of rag-tag shiks that vanished from official records established to help the ones that are still alive to fight in merciless fight against narration that clearly establishes the same-faced legions of mooks are defeated by daring company of misfits no matter the odds.

If due to whatever reasons you're interested in previous incarnation of Hex, go here -> fav.me/d7onudl

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Streets buzzed with life beneath them, but from roof industrial district seemed almost peaceful, with view on skyscrapers of city center obstructed by all kinds of smoke. Hex, officially one of thirty seven shiks that died on some faraway shithole, actually one of few agents of Survivors, looked down on warehouse complex. One of those barracks was filled with weeping cargo that was getting sold and replaced every day for three months now. Tonight, with two guards suddenly falling ill, occasion to infiltrate object appeared suddenly.
- This sounds like such a bad idea.
Standard procedure, Hex. You go in, find what we need to get police on their asses and leave without a trace. No heroics.
- Yeah, still bad idea.
- You've got me today, Hex. See? From here I got practically whole place on my hand. Just stay away from western walls and we're fine.
Older shik looked skeptically at younger one. Nona found the other girl practically in the sewers, her series getting replaced with newer one and sent to some remote outpost. As a cripple, she was left behind with Kasparov covering her expenses as long as she was happy with modest life, which she was not and ended in sea of debts. Fortunately, the girl was still aching for adventure and even came to them with Gervois, her little sniper-rifle friend scrapped together from parts that worked against common sense.
- You can't see it, but I'm jumping with happiness, Sharktit she said finally
- I told you it's 'Sharktooth', Hex!
All right, next contact after sundown. Be sure to be here.
- Well, I doubt Sharktit is moving anywhere.
- Oh, fuck you, that was low.
Now, girls, play nice. Hex, don't be a bitch to the new girl.
- Fine, I went too far. Sorry, Sharktit.
- Sharktooth.
- Yeah, you wish.

***

It was easier to just not think at all. In last two hours Hex moved for maybe five minutes, rest of time spent motionless on observing, waiting for another window between guard routes, so that they were absolutely sure no one will even get an idea to pack the whole thing before police finally moves in
- Clear, go to those boxes.
- All right, Dolph she darted across the open space between two rows of barracks
- Dolph?
- You want to go back to Sharktit?
- No, just curious, that's all
Listen, girls, how about you chit-chat after the mission?
- Sorry, Nona.
She sneaked by another warehouse, with her back almost inside its heavy gate, when silent sound petrified her.
- Hex?
Silent cries and weeping barely pierced the thumping, buzzing and hissing of factories filling the air. Holy shit, it was this warehouse. They were all here. Maybe... maybe if she'd open the gates, they could all escape.
- Hex, what's going on? Sentry approaching.
Sure, they were civilian models and all guards were armed thugs, but... shit, how many of them will be sold before authorities make their move? Can they even be tracked? Will anyone bother? There were things that even Kasparov wouldn't allow and all of the girls behind those gates were taken here exactly for that reason. She couldn't just...
- Hex, for fuck's sake, it's not right time for midlife crisis! Move your old ass!
She dived between packs in last moment, breathing heavily. The office! She needed to reach the office. Find documents, mail, anything that can close the whole damn thing, not just hamper it. Sorry sisters, but you're shiks, you should understand that sometimes you take bullet for the team.
- All right, all right, I'm all right.
- I bet your doctor will be happy to hear it. Now move, I don't want you to fuck up my first mission.
- Screw you, Dolph.
- You really are a bitch.
- You'll learn to love it.

***

With her coat over single window in the room, she browsed through catalogs, device they were using in the complex illuminating whole room in creepy light. Finally system accepted one of the passwords and logins Nona provided her with and she immediately started sending whole correspondence to their observer to sort out.
- All right, I think I'm done here.
- Wait, I'll give you a signal when it's clear.
Hex sighed and turned simple tablet off, letting darkness to fill the room again. She retrieved her coat and tucked her armoured self into it again, preparing for another long minutes of nothing. Finally, after seven lengthy minutes her headset barked with young shik's voice again
- Leave now. Go left to the crates and wait there. There will be a guard moving from behind the office.
- Keep me informed.
She left through the backdoor and sat behind the crates before the mentioned guard even made his turn. Excessive maneuvers with long periods of standing still in awkward positions was already taking its toll on her, with sweat over her eyes and heavy breathing.
All right, girls, I've got bad and good news for you. First thing, materials you found are pure gold. We've got everything we needed.
- And other?
Too good. The police is already on the way to close the whole thing. Someone there was waiting for news like that.
- Dolph, find me a way out. Quick one.
- Shit, all right. Ummm...
- Dolph, I already hear the sirens.
- Fine, fine... side entrance, there's one guy. I can take him out in a moment.
- I won't have time to hide him or retrieve the bullet... well, let's hope those plates are as good as Nona tells.

***

Hex dived into the alley just as the authorities appeared on the scene. She dropped heavily onto the ground behind A/C of mammoth size. Her back was just filled to the brim with pain and she tried to forget about loud crack she heard between thumping of bullets on the plate. Her coat was probably ruined and it had so many nice pockets on the inside!
- Hex?
She flexed a bit, trying carefully for any sharp lightnings of pain that would mean the bullet stuck in her, but either due to actual quality of plates or adrenaline buzzing in her temples nothing like that happened.
- Hex, damn it, come here and help me.
- Uh, all right, fine.

***

Leaning on each other, two women hobbled through the streets, with both armour and rifle disassembled and jingling in large bags, combined with their clothing making them look like they were returning from lucky junkyard raid.
- I think we'll make people out of you, Dolph.
- Thanks, Hex.
They continued in relative silence
- Uhmm... Hex? Why Dolph?
- Oh, it's Nona's idea. She told me sharks are fish.
- That explains nothing.
- Well, Dolphintit doesn't roll off tongue as easy.
- You're a real bitch, Hex.
- That's why you all love me, sunshine.

Description
Well, hopefully I'm not too late with this one. May later update it with colours, but we'll see about it. Anyway, here's my entry for Shabazik contest about artificial humans - shiks (just go to his gallery for more info, heck, you'll find wiki there as well).
EDIT: all right, here are colours. Apparently I'm biased toward seeing the fuck-ups in this version and if you're blind kitty it's perfectly fine.

This time I've used idea inspired by bunny75 , who in ancient times requested picture of shik that already has behind her days of being young, cute and incompetent soldier. At this point in history appeared idea of Survivors, the group of rag-tag shiks that vanished from official records established to help the ones that are still alive to fight in merciless fight against narration that clearly establishes the same-faced legions of mooks are defeated by daring company of misfits no matter the odds.

If due to whatever reasons you're interested in previous incarnation of Hex, go here -> fav.me/d7onudl

================================================

Streets buzzed with life beneath them, but from roof industrial district seemed almost peaceful, with view on skyscrapers of city center obstructed by all kinds of smoke. Hex, officially one of thirty seven shiks that died on some faraway shithole, actually one of few agents of Survivors, looked down on warehouse complex. One of those barracks was filled with weeping cargo that was getting sold and replaced every day for three months now. Tonight, with two guards suddenly falling ill, occasion to infiltrate object appeared suddenly.
- This sounds like such a bad idea.
Standard procedure, Hex. You go in, find what we need to get police on their asses and leave without a trace. No heroics.
- Yeah, still bad idea.
- You've got me today, Hex. See? From here I got practically whole place on my hand. Just stay away from western walls and we're fine.
Older shik looked skeptically at younger one. Nona found the other girl practically in the sewers, her series getting replaced with newer one and sent to some remote outpost. As a cripple, she was left behind with Kasparov covering her expenses as long as she was happy with modest life, which she was not and ended in sea of debts. Fortunately, the girl was still aching for adventure and even came to them with Gervois, her little sniper-rifle friend scrapped together from parts that worked against common sense.
- You can't see it, but I'm jumping with happiness, Sharktit she said finally
- I told you it's 'Sharktooth', Hex!
All right, next contact after sundown. Be sure to be here.
- Well, I doubt Sharktit is moving anywhere.
- Oh, fuck you, that was low.
Now, girls, play nice. Hex, don't be a bitch to the new girl.
- Fine, I went too far. Sorry, Sharktit.
- Sharktooth.
- Yeah, you wish.

***

It was easier to just not think at all. In last two hours Hex moved for maybe five minutes, rest of time spent motionless on observing, waiting for another window between guard routes, so that they were absolutely sure no one will even get an idea to pack the whole thing before police finally moves in
- Clear, go to those boxes.
- All right, Dolph she darted across the open space between two rows of barracks
- Dolph?
- You want to go back to Sharktit?
- No, just curious, that's all
Listen, girls, how about you chit-chat after the mission?
- Sorry, Nona.
She sneaked by another warehouse, with her back almost inside its heavy gate, when silent sound petrified her.
- Hex?
Silent cries and weeping barely pierced the thumping, buzzing and hissing of factories filling the air. Holy shit, it was this warehouse. They were all here. Maybe... maybe if she'd open the gates, they could all escape.
- Hex, what's going on? Sentry approaching.
Sure, they were civilian models and all guards were armed thugs, but... shit, how many of them will be sold before authorities make their move? Can they even be tracked? Will anyone bother? There were things that even Kasparov wouldn't allow and all of the girls behind those gates were taken here exactly for that reason. She couldn't just...
- Hex, for fuck's sake, it's not right time for midlife crisis! Move your old ass!
She dived between packs in last moment, breathing heavily. The office! She needed to reach the office. Find documents, mail, anything that can close the whole damn thing, not just hamper it. Sorry sisters, but you're shiks, you should understand that sometimes you take bullet for the team.
- All right, all right, I'm all right.
- I bet your doctor will be happy to hear it. Now move, I don't want you to fuck up my first mission.
- Screw you, Dolph.
- You really are a bitch.
- You'll learn to love it.

***

With her coat over single window in the room, she browsed through catalogs, device they were using in the complex illuminating whole room in creepy light. Finally system accepted one of the passwords and logins Nona provided her with and she immediately started sending whole correspondence to their observer to sort out.
- All right, I think I'm done here.
- Wait, I'll give you a signal when it's clear.
Hex sighed and turned simple tablet off, letting darkness to fill the room again. She retrieved her coat and tucked her armoured self into it again, preparing for another long minutes of nothing. Finally, after seven lengthy minutes her headset barked with young shik's voice again
- Leave now. Go left to the crates and wait there. There will be a guard moving from behind the office.
- Keep me informed.
She left through the backdoor and sat behind the crates before the mentioned guard even made his turn. Excessive maneuvers with long periods of standing still in awkward positions was already taking its toll on her, with sweat over her eyes and heavy breathing.
All right, girls, I've got bad and good news for you. First thing, materials you found are pure gold. We've got everything we needed.
- And other?
Too good. The police is already on the way to close the whole thing. Someone there was waiting for news like that.
- Dolph, find me a way out. Quick one.
- Shit, all right. Ummm...
- Dolph, I already hear the sirens.
- Fine, fine... side entrance, there's one guy. I can take him out in a moment.
- I won't have time to hide him or retrieve the bullet... well, let's hope those plates are as good as Nona tells.

***

Hex dived into the alley just as the authorities appeared on the scene. She dropped heavily onto the ground behind A/C of mammoth size. Her back was just filled to the brim with pain and she tried to forget about loud crack she heard between thumping of bullets on the plate. Her coat was probably ruined and it had so many nice pockets on the inside!
- Hex?
She flexed a bit, trying carefully for any sharp lightnings of pain that would mean the bullet stuck in her, but either due to actual quality of plates or adrenaline buzzing in her temples nothing like that happened.
- Hex, damn it, come here and help me.
- Uh, all right, fine.

***

Leaning on each other, two women hobbled through the streets, with both armour and rifle disassembled and jingling in large bags, combined with their clothing making them look like they were returning from lucky junkyard raid.
- I think we'll make people out of you, Dolph.
- Thanks, Hex.
They continued in relative silence
- Uhmm... Hex? Why Dolph?
- Oh, it's Nona's idea. She told me sharks are fish.
- That explains nothing.
- Well, Dolphintit doesn't roll off tongue as easy.
- You're a real bitch, Hex.
- That's why you all love me, sunshine.