Cyber Skull Girls Space Pirates

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| Vendor: | Jibicoco |
| Published: | May 27, 2026 |
| Download Size: | 461.6 MB |
| Software: | Daz Studio |
| dForce: | – |
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4 Stars|May 28, 2026
great addition to the crew! Many thanks!
Cyber Skull Girls Space Pirates
STANDALONE-FIGURES STANDALONE-FIGURES STANDALONE-FIGURES STANDALONE-FIGURES
Figures 8x standalones
Props x11
Materials skin , eyes, face compatible also astronauts product
Poses Preset x160
Morphs Face of daz3d for "Victoria 3 Millenium" compatible
FOR POSER 11 +
Compatible for DAZ3D
In the forgotten reaches of the Black Frontier drifts a pack feared even by galactic empires: the Steel Widows.
These women are no longer truly human.
Every battle costs them flesh… and they willingly replace it with military-grade steel and forbidden cybernetic implants.
Their mechanical arms can crush a man’s throat in seconds.
Their reinforced legs allow them to sprint through starship corridors at inhuman speed, even in zero gravity.
Their enhanced eyes scan fear, weaknesses, and heartbeats before their victims even realize they’ve been targeted.
They raid colonial freighters, slaughter rebel crews, and sell survivors to the black markets orbiting the outer moons.
No law can control them.
No mercy survives their arrival.
Their captain, recognized by her black ocular implant and ice-cold stare, rules the crew like a war empress.
Rumors claim she replaced her own nervous system with an experimental combat interface after surviving a catastrophic boarding assault.
Some warriors abandon their humanity completely.
Their bodies become living weapons platforms: interchangeable limbs, retractable blades, concealed firearms, and spinal respirators fused directly into their flesh.
Inside their shadowed ships echo mechanical prayers and muffled screams.
The metal walls are stained with dried blood and machine oil.
Every scar is a decoration.
Every prosthetic is a trophy stolen from death itself.
For isolated colonies, seeing their silhouettes emerge from the darkness means only one thing:
the night now belongs to the space pirates.
Figures 8x standalones
Props x11
Materials skin , eyes, face compatible also astronauts product
Poses Preset x160
Morphs Face of daz3d for "Victoria 3 Millenium" compatible
FOR POSER 11 +
Compatible for DAZ3D
In the forgotten reaches of the Black Frontier drifts a pack feared even by galactic empires: the Steel Widows.
These women are no longer truly human.
Every battle costs them flesh… and they willingly replace it with military-grade steel and forbidden cybernetic implants.
Their mechanical arms can crush a man’s throat in seconds.
Their reinforced legs allow them to sprint through starship corridors at inhuman speed, even in zero gravity.
Their enhanced eyes scan fear, weaknesses, and heartbeats before their victims even realize they’ve been targeted.
They raid colonial freighters, slaughter rebel crews, and sell survivors to the black markets orbiting the outer moons.
No law can control them.
No mercy survives their arrival.
Their captain, recognized by her black ocular implant and ice-cold stare, rules the crew like a war empress.
Rumors claim she replaced her own nervous system with an experimental combat interface after surviving a catastrophic boarding assault.
Some warriors abandon their humanity completely.
Their bodies become living weapons platforms: interchangeable limbs, retractable blades, concealed firearms, and spinal respirators fused directly into their flesh.
Inside their shadowed ships echo mechanical prayers and muffled screams.
The metal walls are stained with dried blood and machine oil.
Every scar is a decoration.
Every prosthetic is a trophy stolen from death itself.
For isolated colonies, seeing their silhouettes emerge from the darkness means only one thing:
the night now belongs to the space pirates.






















