Amaya is certainly appealing.

Of the three, Amaya's stream certainly seemed to outpace the other two in terms of production value- though, given that she had almost as many subscribers as her opponents had combined, that wasn't too surprising. Not that repeat viewership was the only reason to tune in, of course- Amaya was a genuinely skilled entertainer.

Okay, being the only one daring enough to show a little skin, even when almost nothing was left to the imagination, definitely influenced that decision too. Amaya wasn't just showing off her body, though- she knew exactly what her charm points were, and was leveraging them to maximal effect. It wasn't just about visual appeal, either- Amaya was crazy. Dangerous, even. Her beauty and sense of humor only emphasized that danger, and the fact that she was willingly walking into a battlefield, in scarcely more than a bikini top, as though it was completely normal...

Well, that was Amaya. Taking on absurd self-imposed challenges, over hundred-hour games where a single mistake could lead to a game over, on the most brutal difficulty settings possible- that was her specialty, her signature. Most of the time, she made that stuff look easy- even the burden of a dozen drinks, over the course of half as many hours, usually couldn't break her concentration, will, or focus.

Usually couldn't.

"Now then! Our mission objective today is really simple- but don't think that makes it easy! Thinking like that can only lead to suffering certain consequences, after all~"

As if the obvious jab at Cesya wasn't clear enough, a small, cutesy graphic of her just barely poked up over Amaya's overlay, just enough for her trademark red hair to show.

"Our enemy has secured a very important keycard, and it's all up to me to liberate it from their possession! There are a handful of complications, however- like how I only get one attempt at each location before the keycard gets moved to a totally new base, or how HQ's budgetary limitations require me to take some... interesting and unconventional strategical routes!

As if all that wasn't bad enough, I'm not even the only one after the card... though really, that's the least of my worries. Even though we can't directly interfere with one another, as usual, I have a plan."

Amaya's chat was more or less behaving itself, the stream of comments on the side of the screen still moving a bit too fast to read despite slow-mode being enabled from the start. It was hard to make out more than a general consensus- people were giving Amaya words of encouragement, while simultaneously expressing excitement about her future drinking and potential loss. The only consistency between messages was the presence of tropical drink emoji... of which Amaya's supporters had more than a dozen to choose from.

Amaya spun around in her triply-reinforced commander's chair, turning to the control console behind her. The rapid staccato of a mechanical keyboard followed soon after as she entered a command- and as soon as she had, the stream began to glitch and stutter, cutting to a silent static screen that simply read "NO SIGNAL".

It didn't take long for that signal to return, however. Amaya was front and center, though she was no longer seated in a military compound- now, she was out on the white sand of the beach, the coastal breeze flowing gently through her hair, the bright sun making it look like gleaming quicksilver as she fully turned about, showing off the full extent of her curves.

"Before I explain my strategy, let me first show you how far you can stretch five hundred credits when you really need to- even without performing sacred rituals or various types of sacrifice!"

Oh, she was also showing off her gear. She was wearing more than before, strictly in a technical sense- it was easy not to notice the extra items when her midriff was bared, her black-and-orange bikini top still the only article of clothing between her and toplessness. In fact, the only part of her more covered than previously was her right arm, now bearing a glove and wrist-mounted device.

"This gauntlet grapple gun is great! Well, not really. It's actually pretty useless by itself. Although the hook and cable are strong, the retractor isn't, so I can't exactly pull myself up in a hurry... or at all. However, that's not what this little guy is for, anyway- it's actually bundled with another bit of my gear."

Amaya turned about again, this time stopping halfway. A willowy pair of armatures were folded up just above her huge ass, mounted to a single vent-shaped device belted in place to her lower back. As if on cue, the armatures sprang outwards, a thruster on each end putting out the same faint-blue exhaust as the central unit did.

"A jump kit! I got this and the grapple as a bundle for 300 credits. Alone, you might think that they're not even worth that- after all, who wants a jump kit so weak it can only extend your leaping distance? Why have one at all when you can't even change direction mid-air, let alone double jump or wall run or anything useful?"

Amaya turned again, her bright smile frozen solid on her face, the slight tilt of her head making it seem anything but cheery.

"Maybe it's because that's all we can afford, chat."

In an instant, she was back to being as bright and sunny as her surroundings, as though the previous few seconds hadn't happened.

"Although lackluster on their own, they're worth more than the sum of their parts together! It may not be as efficient or as easy as a 3000-credit jump kit would make it, but pairing a source of thrust with a grappling hook will let me move around in much the same way- at the very least, I'll be going a lot faster than any of my opponents!"

With a slight wiggle of her extra-wide hips, Amaya effortlessly emphasized the other two bits of gear she'd managed to secure, loosely hanging off the same belt as her jump kit.

"For another hundred and fifty, I got myself a stun-stick, and three proximity stun-mines. I still technically have the free starting pistol just in case, but honestly, what's better- a loud gun that can barely deal with single enemies, or an electric shock that'll knock 'em over guaranteed?"

Amaya's swaying came to a very slow and gradual stop, making you wonder how much of it was intentional, and how much of it was just the momentum from such a large body in motion.

"Basically, my low-level plan is to get in, cause chaos, and get out. If I can secure the key doing that, great- but I'm not too worried about that just yet. My higher-level plan has more steps than just "get that key". Those of you who aren't just here to stare at my ass might have noticed that I still had fifty credits to use- and I did in fact put them to good use."

Amaya leaned forward, offering a brief glance at her moderate but very open cleavage, before reaching into her bikini top to retrieve a small device. Only now did the miniscule string of a necklace become visible, connecting to the circular object. All it had was a single button- and, as she stood straight, Amaya pressed it.

"The total amount of loot on these maps wasn't just reduced- the items that do spawn have been changed. There are lots of little items that can cause chaos for those other two if I secure them, on top of useful guns and gear. The problem with that is simple- the drink given for retreating is a lot bigger than it would be if we had just failed, and even larger if we retreat multiple times in a row."

Amaya bent down out of the camera's view, and returned to view, holding what appeared to be a metal box with four legs in both arms. Essentially, that's exactly what it was.

"The loot isn't meant to be collected. It's there so that when Ces- I mean, when one of my dear opponents royally screws up, they have a chance to drag everyone else down with them. Of course it's not so they can catch up- just what kind of game do you think this is? Not that it matters... for just fifty credits, I get to break that rule. This little guy here is an LRAD- a Loot Recovery-type automated drone. It's just big enough to hold things like single kits, or a couple SMGs... or a few dozen data drives. "Little Radical" here is going to be a huge help- and a huge problem for those other two~!"

Amaya giggled to herself, returning her new best friend to the ground as the stream faded to black. Once again, a single line of text soon appeared against the solid black background.