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Things were getting strange.
Yesterday had been the first time Hanako had to use Odin in actual combat. It slaughtered that monster that came after her, but what worried her more was the events leading up to the fight. Clearly there was something going on in town. And her little joyride hadn't ended up all over the media-handy, but suspiscious.
The man who chased after her was disturbing, too. As if to top off all of her friends acting weirdly for no reason. Still, if there were something trying to take over everyone, it would have started with authorities first...the only person she really could trust would be the man who saved her..Tsukabasa, that was it.
The cell on her bedside table rang, disturbing her early-morning brooding.
"What are you calling me for so early in the morning?"
She paused as her caller talked.
"...It's morning by my standards!"
"Well, fine. What was it you called about?"
"Huh, no, I didn't hear about that...sure, I'll meet you there."
An alien, huh...that was news.
She joined the crowd after getting dressed and cleaned up a bit. This was interesting...besides, she needed a bit of a distraction from worrying about parasitic aliens. If that meant watching something cool with her friends, so be it.
"Hanako? Hankao Nagare? What are you doing here?"
"Huh?" She turned around, looking at the voice. "Oh, it's you.." One of her friends noticed the newcomer.
"Hanako, who's he?"
"Oh, just some guy I met...Tsukabasa, this is Emi." She motioned to her friend as best she could in the cramped crowd.
"She wanted me to get out of bed and come see this with her..what are you doing here?"
Psychedelic Art is interesting. I've made an Alice in Wonderland themed art with the colorful style. It's funny that I follow most psychedelic news threads on Facebook, which makes my professor question me a lot. Lmao!
Raven stopped tapping the face of her watch to look up, flashing a cat grin. She was in sssoooo much trouble if they discovered she'd gone behind their backs--after they'd expressly given their "no"--to manufacture PRISS. But life was all about breaking a few rules. No risk, no reward. And she did love being rewarded.
She adjusted her glasses, pushing it further up her nose. "As ready as I'll ever be." She turned to the scientists gathered in the room and couldn't help but muse about the fact she was the only female and probably the youngest there. She could think of at least several places off the top of her head she'd rather be, except the object they'd recovered had given them enough reason to surmise an engineer would be helpful.
Ah well. If she wanted to get paid--and keep PRISS a secret--she'd need to endure this little eh, "dissection session" and verify whether it was a machine or some kind of life form. After that, they'd figure out what to do with it and if it wasn't a machine, she'd be home free.
Some of the girls made faces at the guards as they walked in the base, but Hanako just followed after Tsukabasa.
The halls of the military base were clean and fairly empty, aside from the occasional cleaning bot.
"..I wish you hadn't brought them...I still need to talk to you sometime. Who are you, anyways? What's going on around here? I'd rather not let them know-"
"ooh?" Hanako's speech was interrupted by Emi coming up behind her and wrapping her arms around Hanako's chest. "You're not cheating on Charles already, are you?"
"Wha-no! Let go of me you pervert!" Her cheeks flushed red as she squirmed in her friend's grip. Emi let go after one more squeeze and leaned back, still smiling.
"Well, if you say so. How'd you two meet, anyways?"
"Uh...Tsukabasa, why don't you tell them? It'll just sound weird if I try to describe it.."
The group kept walking as they talked, until they could see more guards up ahead with assault rifles and body armor in front of a armored door.
"Ah, the alien must be that way. Come on, I wanna see if he has extra eyes!"
"Emi, wait up!" Hanako had to run after her friend, only reaching her just in front of the guards.
I will post after dinner.
"Lieutenant, an ECP Sergeant had an inquiry." an Army Master Sergeant said to Lieutenant Archanos as she pored over data pertaining to the prisoner.
"What is it? Another reporter asking questions?" Dani asked, swiveling in the chair to face the senior NCO.
"Apparently a Commander Tsukabasa Korincho passed through without any credentials. The guard said he was leading a bunch of schoolgirls." Dani minimized several windows on her monitor and opened a few more, picking up a headset as she did so.
"ARMPERSUP this is First Lieutenant Danielle Archanos with the 443RD Recon. I have an inquiry to make regarding a 'Commander Tsukabasa Korincho.' I need to know if he's still discharged. Yes, I'll wait." Dani was treated to elevator music as her request was processed.
"Hey, you hear about Major Schaffer? ArmsTek sent some techs to upgrade his Gunpuncher's FCS and WCS.* Apparently it's a division wide upgrade." the Master Sergeant said as Dani waited.
"That thing can already tear a battlecruiser apart without ordnance. What more do they want to do to the old mecha?" she asked.
"They just want to make the machines more accurate when they tear said battlecruisers apart with ordnance." Dani shook her head. The PDR-77 Gunpuncher was originally designed by CAT/Holt as a piece of mining equipment, intended to tear mountains, asteroids, or space platforms apart. An Army general felt that power could be used to tactical purpose in the anti-ship role.
Unfortunately the Gunpuncher was found to be strong enough to tear itself apart during operation, requiring numerous governor systems to dampen it's overall power and prevent the Department of Defense from having to justify replacing a 20 year old machine because it tore itself apart.
"Lieutenant Archanos, we're on hold with NAVPERSUP. They're having to dig through their own records." the operator on the line with Dani finally replied.
"Would it be safe to assume he's still discharged?" she asked. There was a chuckle from the other end of the line.
"After what he did, most likely. Any who, where can we reach you when we find out for sure?"
"My cell phone. All calls are being forwarded to my mecha. He'll contact me."
"Yes ma'am." Dani took the headset off and drew her pistol, ejecting the mag then slamming it home.
"Should we scramble SRF?***" the Master Sergeant asked.
"Have them stand by at the armories. We don't want to startle him, not yet at least." she replied with a smile.
"Ma'am, don't smile like that... You remind me of an MP dog that always saw fit to maul me when I was in MP school..."
*FCS and WCS: Fire Control System and Weapon Control System. The FCS is used in directing fire. The WCS actually controls onboard weapons in the selection.
**SRF: Security Reaction Force. This unit is supposed to be on station within five minutes. The BRF, Backup Reaction Force, has to be on station within ten minutes.
"No, just tell me what you have to say."
This was odd and unexpected. Human soldier, the guard unconscious outside the cell. The human was obviously a bounty hunter, someone he insulted, or owed money too wanted him. Then again......
"Something....." he saw the monitor "Looks like our cue to get out of here... One hell of a distraction... just like at the base... yes we'd better go fast... your ship nearby?"
"You yell loudly."
Ansgar whistled idly astride his idling jetbike, his armor in "Assault" configuration. He was concealed from casual observation in the shadows of an alley barely a block from the Facility, waiting for a signal. This was a very important signal to him, since it would mean the tripling of his contract fee.
"The client hit his panic button, Ansgar. We're go."
"All righty, then. Let's kick this pig. Yippekayay, motherfuckers!"
Ansgar kicked his bike up to high thrust, screaming out of the alley and down the street at speeds far faster than anyone would consider "safe," the bike's speakers blasting an old Heavy Metal song.
As soon as he lined up on the doorway to the facility, he let loose with a volley of three micromissiles, neatly destroying it and most of the surrounding frame. The bike's landing skids deployed and he slammed to a halt inside the corridor, facing back the way he'd come. Bringing his assault rifle into position, he waited a heartbeat for the ECP guards to react. Then -
Both guards arched backwards, stone dead. Their pistols were barely out of their holsters. Ansgar dismounted and started moving further into the facility on foot, ventilating anyone in a uniform as he made his way quickly to his employer's beacon.
Raven tilted her head down and looked over the brim of her glasses. Now this ... this she hadn't seen coming. But then a silly thought occured to her and she turned to the group of stunned male scientists.
"So ... Who else thinks this is a bad hentai film come to life?" Then again, no one else was prone to share her sense of humor. All they were missing was the cute high school teenage girl. She began stepping back from the window standing between them and the dissecting experiment gone horribly awry. She didn't know about them but there was no way in hell she was going to stay here and wait for the thing to break through that window. They just didn't make glass the way they used to.
Raven got to the door, slipped out, and then she was running down the hall--coincidentally past Garluk's cell and almost barreling into Hanako! She skidded to a halt. "Well, I guess we're not missing the cute high school teenage girl after all. Heh. Go figure," she said outside with a cat grin. "Listen, sweetie. Now would be a good time to run."
She heard glass breaking.
"We hope you've enjoyed this tour of our top secret military facility and now invite you to leave in an orderly and yet rushed manner." She grabbed Hanako's hand--she was the closest teenage girl and the cutest--and ran for it! "Everyone, follow your hot, scientist guide right this way!" She was headed for the nearest exit!
"Where ever they are, his runes are suppressing their presence."
Two move away Brother!
The four youngest of the creature had already broken through the doors and were beginning to convert the guards, still living, outside of the doors. Screams of the men through there helmets could be heard across the corridors. The originator, still taking in parts of the surgical robot was connected to the various cameras of the room by red tendrils viewing the entire base through it's eye.
It matters not...Originators already corrupted nearby...they shall not fight. Store the Sisters...We must have no harm come to them.
Tsukabasa swore as he watched the entire "disection" go down. He quickly began to unlock Garluk's restraints as he continuously darted his eyes at the screen. He had known for eggs to produce S-1's...but to have an S-2 fully developed straight out of one. They had to of known what he was going to do, but how?
"Alright Garluk. I know you don't give a shit about your race anymore but I'm pulling a tradition card. You watch my ass and I'll watch yours and we both might get out of this alive."
He walked over to the guard and pulled his pistol out of it's holster before handing it to the alien.
"If your going to betray me at least shoot me while I'm looking at you so I can laugh as I die."
He poked his head out into the corridor before pulling his pistol and checking the gurad. He was still out hard cold and was lacking any sort of kit with adrenaline. Giving a short sigh he put the gun against the unconcious mans head.
"You will thank me in hell one day." Crack! "May you never feel their pain, Requiescat in pace."
The sounds of assault rifles going off disrupted him as he rounded the corner and looked down the corridor to where the operation had taken place. He saw a group of four of the red bastards being fired upon by the guards. They lifted up their right arms in unison before the previous guards rifles protruded out of them and fired each one taking out another guard.
Tsukabasa pulled his head back before peaking again. He could make out a set of four feet apart from the red figures. He squinted to see them wearing uniform shoes. The high-schoolers? From earlier? But why were they not dead?
"Now join us Sisters..." a figure howled, it's voice as if it were made of many.
The four beings each moved up to one of the girls before their chest cavities cracked open to reveal a space inside. With tears streaming down their faces the girls began to walk forward. It was about this time that one of them recieved a trio of .40 rounds in the chest as the rest of them began to clip small chunks of armor off the beings. Two of them turned around and hissed before retaliating with a volley of rifle fire.
Quickly...take two...I will take the psychic.
The final being finally emerged from the room as it shruged outside. Two of the smaller ones grabbed the girls before placing them into the cavity as they dived back into the room. Tsukabasa fired in fear at the large newcommer trying to stop the inevitable. The being grabbed Emi before plunging her into it's chest as she limply was absorbed into it's mass. It's visor-like eye began glowing before it turned around.
"You cannot stop us...We will not be contained...We will not let you have the Originators...Killing one has done nothing. You will join the family Half-Brother."
Tsukabasa simply shudered at it's words as he reloaded his pistol and looked to Garluk.
"Listen up...We don't stand a chance against any of them with out current firepower...especially the big one. We need to get out of this place before they start thinking larger...How we are going to do that...I don-"
The sounds of armor clad foot steps was a warm welcome to his ears.
"How we are going to do that is with this man right here."
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"Jesus fucking Christ!" Dani swore as all hell broke loose. She immediately grabbed a headset and keyed the base intercom.
"ATTETION! WE ARE UNDER ATTACK! ALL UNIT REPORT TO STATIONS! LOCK DOWN THE BASE AND EVACUATE ALL NON ESSENTIAL PERSONNEL!!!"
Irving mecha charged from their subterranean hangars, heavy machine guns in hand. Main battle tanks and AFVs rolled out of their own hangars heading for the gates. Dani watched leg infantry shouting at the reporters at the gates. They were trying to get them to leave however the natural curiosity of the reporters pressed them to find out more. She changed frequencies and called up one of the gate guards.
"Attention all ECPs. You have perrmission to use warning shots. If anyone fires into the crowd you will be punished as per the UCMJ." She recieved affirmative replied from all ECPs. Looking at the screens she saw riflemen firing into the air, people running as the tanks and APCs rolled up, more soldiers shoring up the defenses. Dani changed the frequency again.
"Hangar control, release my machine's restraints. I'm going to need him airborne." she ordered, changing one of the screens. It showed the mecha hangar. There were maintenance crews loading out Irvings and Bradleys for security ops. Her own machine stood in the maintenance rack, the crews releasing its restraints. She watched Desolator step out of the rack and fall in with the next wave of defenders. Changing cameras again Dani saw her machina fold into itself and take to the sky. She changed frequencies yet again.
"Desolator, tell me what you see."
"Half the defense forces are in place." the machine replied circling over the base. "Flight deck presently fouled. Hornet Class Dropship evacuating nonessentials at present."
"Copy that... Keep me appraised of the evacuation."
"Lieutenant, shouldn't we report to station?" the Master Sergeant asked.
"This is Recon's station." she replied emotionlessly.
The voices continued to echo in Hanako's mind. Something about originators, a psychic, and sisters..it was all so strange, but at least she was getting out of there. Still, her friends-
The glass shattered, and the thing from the room...
Well, ate wasn't quite the right word. Embraced? Absorbed? That was it, absorbed. It absorbed her friends, some of them crying, others simply not caring as they were enveloped in the fleshy mass. Someone shot one of them, and the already horrific scene was compounded as Hanako looked back to see Tsukabasa holding a smoking gun. Her legs wavered and tears came to her eyes, but she kept standing next to Raven for the moment. It wouldn't last long.
Few things could unsettle the pirate, but unarmed, watching those things consume those girls did the trick. "We need heavy weapons, plasma or flame based, they're organic so..... " he turned to face the newcomer, "Whats the plan? I assume they're keeping my vehicle around here somewhere."
He looked at the creatures again wishing he had something to shoot with.
And they were running and running and--where was she going again? Oh right, out!
Raven skidded to a stop at the sound of something coming up ahead. She hadn't noticed the schoolgirl witnessing her friends dying and she wasn't stupid enough to look behind her. Isn't that the reason you died in those sci-fi horror flicks? A half-grin crossed her face. Sci-fi horror flick meets old school hentai.
Raven blinked at the sight of Ansgar, fully armed and definitely not wearing a military uniform. She looked him up and down. "Hm, hello, handsome. Did you come for the fireworks, too?"
Ansgar swapped a new magazine into the K135 before whipping around a corner. After all, more bullets is always good and a half empty mag is Bad Juju. He was confronted by the sight of a smokin' scientist of the female persuasion and a distraught high school girl. The sight actually managed to jar him enough to break his concentration.
Then she opened her mouth and it was aaaaalll better.
"Hm, hello, handsome. Did you come for the fireworks, too?"
He chuckled. "Chickie," he responded, "I AM the fireworks."
He fired a fifteen-round burst at the first red monstrosity to enter his crosshairs, dropping it like a mangled marrionette, then advanced past the two females and dropped another before the bolt locked back. Rather than swap magazines, he simply drew his pistol. Each half-inch-and-change diameter bullet blew away basketball-sized chunks of flesh, ignoring the things' makeshift armor as though it wasn't there, and he didn't need to bother with a second shot. In short order all but one of the monstrosities were dead. The remaining...thing, unfortunately, seemed more resilient than its brethren; four slugs went through the thing but it just filled in the hole each time.
"I don't think that's going to work, Ansgar."