eyes, pg. 1

[Long description: The comic opens with the Chief, a heavily armored space marine-lookin’ gal toting some sort of pistol-bayonet over her enormous pauldrons. She looms over a spry little research associate, who wears a baggy military coat, an armored harness, and some oil-stained gloves. She is seated at a workbench, chewing on a hex key while she roots around in the guts of a partially dismantled mechanical leg. Her hair is pulled up in a ponytail, with her flyaways drooping over her large, round-rimmed glasses.

Chief: Hey. You. R.A.

The R.A. freezes. She looks up at the Chief like a deer in the headlights.

Chief: Can I ask you a question?

The R.A. lifts her glasses and squints at the Chief, grinning mischievously.

R.A.: I don’t know! I’ve never been in this position before.

The Chief continues, impassive.

Chief: Why won’t you let the bioengineering division outfit you with new eyes and a new leg?

Your nearsightedness puts you at a severe disadvantage.

The R.A. gazes through her glasses, a little dead-eyed. She glances away, features all creased with apprehension.

R.A.: Well…]

eyes, pg. 1

April 8, 2022

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If you're just getting here... A ~week ago, I had a dream about this Warhammer 40k-ass space marine who saves the life of a scrawny little research assistant, but pays the ultimate price and gets infected with the Diseases and the Sicknesses, which turn her into a shambling biomechanical monster. But the two of them are in love! And they are saved through the power of love, and also the power of dodging the draft.

Somehow, this activated the part of my brain that has lain dormant since I was like 9 years old, when I’d use my brother’s copy of WH40k: Dawn of War to act out trilogy-length adventure stories. I’ve been thinking a Normal Amount about these two women and drawing shitty little comics ever since. I talk a little more about the two of them here.

This comic is before all that (the monster stuff, not the hyperfixation stuff.) Chief brings up a dicey topic for the R.A., without realizing it...