Likely against her better judgement, Commander Barbara Wallace has lent her darling Lieutenant Wendy DeKalb a pristine, vintage game device from her prized collection, to distract the bored muscle goddess from the imminent arrival of a whole batch of tanks that are destined for refurbishing, not ripping apart.





Wendy seems to have become enraptured with at least one of the games on the thing, to the point that the Commander can't hardly pry it out of her armor-crushing hands.





Commission drawn and colored by the awesome



