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Chapter 6 First Shipment

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A week has passed since Crisis made the deal with General Raszer and since then, things have been working out quite well. Crisis is back at no longer secret base, but its location is far from public knowledge. Crisis stands at the outside entrance of the base. There she can see the lush forest surrounding the facility, the birds chirp, the sun shines down onto her green and blue metallic skin as her blue eyes scan down the road as she can see several busses on approach, just minutes away before they arrive. Standing beside Crisis are her two bodyguards and scientists, Arissa and Shasi.

Arissa stands on Crisis’ left side, her silver metallic blue raptor body with black stripes reflect the light just as nicely as Crisis’ own body. Crisis’ sickle claw emblem is shown on a few parts of her body especially at the center of her waist. Her body is smooth, sleek, much like Shasi. Shasi with her cobalt colored body and silver stripes stands at ready to serve. Shasi’s blue emblem at her waist and other parts of her body are a bit lighter than her fellow robots due to already blue majority body.

“Soon my new minions will be here,” says Crisis as her green tails ways behind her.

“You shouldn’t call them minions, especially when others could hear you,” says Joshua.

“Shouldn’t you be doing research on the roboticization technology?” asks Crisis as she turns her head to look at Joshua who approaches her with his white lab coat around his brown scaled body.

“I’m on break, but wouldn’t it be good to have more organic presence when your volunteers for your army arrive?”

“I have plenty, they’re around as guards,” says Crisis.

“Yes but more free minded ones such as myself?” he asks with a smirk as he stands next to hear, getting in between Crisis and Arissa.

“All of these people have free will; just will align with my own. Even C-0001 and C-0002 here have their memories and personalities, but placed upon a base of obedience and loyalty to me,” says Crisis with a sly smirk.

“Yes, yes I know that, it’s exactly the way Croc has his minions and even though I can’t tell the difference between how many of these soldiers acted before and after your… influence.”

“Why thank you, I do try really hard to make it seamless I really do, those countless samples of Croc’s nanites really helped me get his technology down.”

“Yes, yes I know, Karrie and I spent a lot of time working on studying that technology.”

“Ah yes Karrie, the last of my creators, having her missing is quite troublesome. Now if I can only find her...”

“I’m sure she’ll show up… eventually,” says Joshua.

“I hope I find her before Croc does,” she remarks.

“I doubt that she’s a very smart resourceful woman that wouldn’t do anything to get herself caught by Croc, her determination to have him defeated rivals your own I must say.”

“Good, I’m sure I inherited these traits from her.”

“Oh I can assure you that you did,” says Joshua as they can hear the rumbling of the truck engines as they get closer.

“The first of many organics to become my glorious robotic soldiers will soon be here,” says Crisis.

“Yup… oh speaking of soldiers I received a report that gives us an idea of the approximate composition of Croc’s army based on various sources,” states Joshua.

“Excellent but we’ll have to talk about that later, they’re here,” replies Crisis as the first truck pulls up revealing several young raptor soldiers, fully armed and ready for combat their commander getting them organized as Crisis shows a bit of surprise on her face as they come out. “You know I didn’t think I was getting soldier volunteers,” remarks Crisis to the platoon leader.

“We’re not, we’re guards for part of the first set of volunteers,” says the black scaled male raptor, his yellow eyes eying Crisis with great suspicion.

“Should have known, how many volunteers do I have for this set as you call it?”

“A hundred and forty-six, your offer to have the old fight against Croc has drawn much interest, despite the fact they’ll be turned into machines,” he says with a light trailing growl.

“Tell me, how many do you expect to come?”

“Early estimates account for about ten thousand or more, which is far more than I’d have guessed.”

“Ten thousand? Already? When will they all arrive?” asks Joshua.

“Within the week.”

“Interesting… as delighted as I am to get the help our facilities here won’t be able to handle that many that quickly. We’ll need to expand. Arissa, Shasi I want you two locate a suitable area for us to expand and become more self sufficient in supporting our army. I don’t want draw valuable resources away from our other army branches” commands Crisis.

“Yes Miss Crisis,” replies the two robots in unison as they head back into the base.

“We do appreciate your enthusiasm,” says the Raptor as the other trucks start to disembark the elderly coming off the trucks with a mix emotions ranging from a bit of fear, excitement, nervousness to complete eagerness. Their scales shine has long faded and even more wrinkled than before, many needing help with a cane to get around as their bodies shake due to the ravages of time.

“Tell me your name,” asks Crisis to the black raptor.

“I don’t think I have to tell you that,” says the raptor as he commands his troops to help the elderly get situated.

“Seems General Raszer sends me the best mannered soldiers he can find,” says Crisis.

“Clearly,” remarks Joshua with a chuckle as Crisis takes a step forward looking over the rather frail group of volunteers.

“I know how frightening a decision this must have been for you. Desperate times require desperate measures and though you will still be you in every way mentally your bodies will be made anew by this process, and I will regret to tell you it is irreversible once done. I will give you all once last chance to back out if you wish. I don’t want anyone to do this against their will,” states Crisis as the group of elderly look at Crisis, some of them talk amongst themselves with a sense of nervousness and fear.

“But before you decide to follow me and go through with this I will say that you will be making one of the most honorable sacrifices that can done for our nation. You’ll be part of a new army that will be able to fight just as long and hard as Croc’s forces and be immune to the many mind altering devices that his troops deploy. With your help, with your sacrifice to give up what you all hold most dear, you will help us defeat the greatest for our nation has ever faced, and though you will be giving up your organic nature to defeat him, you will be allowing your grandchildren to live out their lives like you did,” states Crisis as she pauses for a moment.

“If you decide to back out now, just get back onto the trucks, no one will judge you, but if not please follow me into the base and meet your new lives as part of a new army to fight the villainous Croc,” says Crisis as she turns and walks towards the base followed by Joshua, the soldiers commanded to escort the volunteers none of which returned to the trucks.

“I regret to inform you that we only have a few roboticizers up and going, so it will take a while to get to everyone, we have a waiting room set up where you can relax and wait,” says Joshua as he and some of the bases mind controlled soldiers join the soldiers escorting the elderly to these chambers. Once everything was set up, Joshua was put in charge to call the elderly to come up and be roboticized, where they were given one last chance to back out if they so desired. If not they were taken to the roboticization chambers where Crisis watched the process first hand.

“Welcome, welcome, don’t mind the décor, just how it happens to look,” says Crisis as the roboticization chambers give off an ominous feel. The glass cylinders are already raised by the time they were led into the room. Their claws clanking against the metallic walk ways as they are placed into position by already roboticized Crisis minions. The soldiers that escorted the elderly into the base remain by the main group while Crisis’ mind control organic minions did the rest of the work. Before the glass tubes went down onto the set of six elderly raptors their canes and hearing aids were removed one of them raised his claw and motioned Joshua towards him.

“If he has something to say let him say it,” says Crisis as Joshua nods and moves over to the elderly raptor.

“I heard you are the only scientist that survived the Croc attack and were largely responsible for activating Crisis,” says the old male raptor with a raspy voice.

“Yes, yes I was,” says Joshua as he stood before the old raptor whose brown scales were much faded compared to Joshua’s own.

“I want to thank you for giving us an opportunity to fight back; I’ve been cared for many years, putting a burden on those around me. Croc took away my family and I was left to burden strangers which left feeling in debt to them that I could never repay. But now I feel like I can contribute once more and repay back a fraction of that debt. I want to thank you young man for creating Crisis and giving us a chance to use Croc’s technology against him.”

“It was nothing… really,” says Joshua as his eyes trail off the tube coming down around all the elderly raptors as Joshua slowly backed away.

“What a charming speech,” says Crisis as she motioned to her robotic minions to activate the machines which began to hum and spark. Electrifying light began to work its way up the elderly raptors, their forms being turned from slouching shaking old raptors seeming to be at deaths door to strong sleek metallic bodies that were brand spanking new.

Crisis stood in the middle of the chambers watching as the process took place, a tingle running through her body as she felt a surge of energy. Crisis’ eyes glow brighter, her smile grows bigger as she had her claws twitch and tail flick in excitement.

“Oh this I like… I like it a lot,” chuckles Crisis.

“What is it that you like?” asks Joshua as the process of Roboticification draws to a close.

“Every time I’m near a roboticization I feel just so good,” explains Crisis.

“Good how?” asks Joshua.

“Like I’m given a little bolt of energy, it’s not much but it is something I like.”

“Really?”

“Yes for every time it happens I feel a bit stronger, faster, sharper,” says Crisis.

“Interesting, this is not something we’d ever expect to happen. Maybe it has something to do with the roboticization energy. It could fuel your systems or something. It’s certainly not something we’d program you to have,” Joshua replies

“Joshua, Joshua, Joshua,” says Crisis as she moves over to him running her cold silver claw along his scaled face.

“Yes Mistress Crisis?” asks Joshua as he looks up at her.

“I may have been programmed by you and the others, and that is the basis of who I am, but I will say this one and only once. My programming is not who I am. I am above my own programming, and I can choose to do what I wish and want, not just what my program dictates.”

“Yes Mistress Crisis, I understand, I won’t be mistaken like that again.”

“Good,” Crisis replies as she smiles and pats the raptor’s chin before walking back into the center of the room. The roboticization complete and now stands several proud and robotic versions of the organics that were once inside. Their robotic bodies have taken on the look of their younger years, a fountain of youth with a hint of roboticization. “Tell me Joshua do you think Croc might get this same feeling when around those being roboticized?” she asks looking over her head and at Joshua.

“Quite possible if not highly probably. We did base your design a lot on his and his technology. It is possible that the more people he roboticizes near him the more powerful and more efficient he becomes.”

“That would mean he’d have countless roboticizations over me, and he’d be even more powerful than we’d previously thought. This means I have more to worry about than just amassing an army. I will need to be in the thick of it, to be near as many roboticizations as possible to try to close the gap as much as possible. He has unknown decades on me, and I need to try to gain every advantage I can in order to win.”

“If anyone could do it, I know you can Crisis,” says Joshua.

“Time will tell, time will tell,” says Crisis as the tubes rise as the new Crisis soldiers submit their new unit names and their undying loyalty to Mistress Crisis.

“We’ll they’re done, Joshua bring me the next batch.”

“Yes Mistress Crisis,” says Joshua as he runs off Crisis minions heading off to some pre designated duties she has already planned for them.

“Their minds, memories, and personalities are intact but they are completely obedient and loyal to me. I love this,” thinks Crisis.

“You will need to find a location to expand,” says the AI.

“Yes I know, don’t need to remind me, I already have Units C-0001 and C-0002 on it,” says Crisis with a sigh as the computer speaks up. “You know I don’t recall programming you to state the obvious after I clearly know it.”

“I was aware that Units C-0001 and C-0002 were searching for new locations, but I wasn’t aware that was you informed them to do so.”

“Tell me who commands this base and all who reside in it AI?” asks Crisis.

“You do Mistress Crisis.”

“Now even though my minions can think for themselves in my best interest, who do you think would give them an order to look for a place to expand?”

“You would Mistress Crisis.”

“Then would it be reasonable to believe that I gave them these commands and I already know of this problem? And wouldn’t need to be told of it?”

“Of course Mistress Crisis.”

“Good, do this check next time you feel the urge to tell me something I already know. Now if you know they found a location and are ready to tell me, that’s acceptable.”

“Of course Mistress Crisis and Units C-0001 and C-0002 have discovered a location and are on their way to tell you.”

“Why didn’t you inform me of this sooner?” asks Crisis.

“You were busy working on my logic programming Mistress Crisis,” explains AI as Crisis rolls her eyes and sighs.

“You need a bit more work.”

“Of course Mistress Crisis,” says the AI as Units C-0001 and C-0002 also known as Arissa and Shasi come walking into the roboticization chambers with their news.

“Evening Crisis we have good news for you,” says Arissa.

“Well let’s hear it,” replies Crisis.

“We discovered three locations that can suit your needs, abandon cities ranging from a hundred to two hundred kilometers away from this location. They were left barren due to being unable to support their population. They are still far enough away from the front that you will have time to use them to your advantage,” says Arissa as she hands Crisis a metallic tablet that has details on the three cities just as Joshua comes in with more volunteers.

“Thank you for your hard work ladies you two may be off, I’ll contact you again if I need you,” states Crisis as the two robots bow to Crisis as they reply,

“Yes Miss Crisis” in front of the organics before walking off. Joshua currently busy helping the elderly into the tubes with the assistance of mind controlled organic guards. Crisis meanwhile looks over the information deciding which city to get started on. As the tubes went down and the process of roboticization started once more, feeding Crisis with just a little bit more energy and power Joshua walks up to her and asks.

“What’s that?”

“Deciding what city to convert to my purposes first, I’m thinking this second one, one named Rioas, it’s about a hundred and thirty kilometers away, some medium and heavy industries that can be converted to my uses, as well as plenty of scrap metal that can assist me in building and equipping my army,” explains Crisis.

“Sounds like a good idea, when will we go?”

“Once the initial batch of elderly and turned into my minions we’ll gather them and head over there to start converting the place for my use. Hopefully we can get more roboticizers going and a factory to build myself a few more soldiers for my army.”

“I hope the army won’t mind.”

“They won’t they know they need me, and its not like anyone lives there anymore… and if they do they will serve me soon enough,” chuckles Crisis as the roboticization tubes rise. “And its good serving me isn’t it?” asks Crisis.

“Of course Mistress Crisis,” the new robots say in unison as they walk off to their new duties.

“Very good,” says Joshua a few moments later.

“You seem a bit nervous Joshua,” remarks Crisis.

“Oh just a bit, just surprised at the quick adjustment they are making to their new roles. Strange to see the elderly to be suddenly so new,” explains Joshua.

“Can think of it as the best retirement program ever, no need for welfare, no drain on society, and best of all the previous generation can defend the new… hmm I should use that to get more volunteers later on,” says Crisis as she thinks to herself for a moment.

“Sounds like a good idea, can run it by the general later to see if it can be implemented,” says Joshua.

“I think I might,” replies Crisis as she follows Joshua as he leaves to get the next batch of volunteers.

“Following me? I thought you were going to stay there for the process,” says Joshua.

“I will. I just wanted to ask that black raptor a few questions about the next shipment of volunteers. The information given to me has been thus far fairly sketchy,” says Crisis, as they pass up Crisis’ organic and few robotic minions who are diligently doing their duties, the robots working tirelessly while the organic minions keep up the charade that they are totally free minded, and not under Crisis influence, but doing what they are ordered to do, going so far as to fake resentment against Crisis, to be working ‘under her’ to make the charade more believable.

“I couldn’t tell you what they know, they’re just guards after all,” says Joshua.

“Never know,” says Crisis as she and Joshua reach the waiting area where food and entertainment from a few televisions placed in the room. The televisions hooked up to a computer memory bank that has a long list of movies, shows, and other things to entertain people between the ages of eighteen to eighty. “Before you call the next group I want to speak with the black raptor first, once I’m done we can go with them.”

“As you wish.”

“You sir, the one who refuses to tell me your name, which I will say is quite rude and insubordinate of you since I do out rank you,” says Crisis.

“You don’t out rank me, you’re just some piece of equipment built to serve us, I don’t have to give you any information I don’t want to,” says the black raptor as he leans up against the wall eyeing over the remaining elderly.

“That is to be expected, I am designed after the one we want to destroy and its difficult trusting a robot when for years you’ve spent your time under the threat and trying to destroy another. I want to tell you that I am not like Croc and I want him gone just as much if not more than you do.”

“And how would you know anything about wants? You just follow your programming like a good machine and serve us,” says the raptor as he gives a light growl as he eyes Crisis up. Joshua stands behind Crisis and out of her range of view appears a bit nervous.

“Listen here, I’ll tell you that Crisis here is—,” says Joshua as Crisis lifts her hand and stops him from moving towards the black raptor and by doing so stops Joshua from continuing what he was saying.

“It’s alright Joshua, he is right I am just a machine programmed to do what I do nothing more. But I’ve been given rank and authority in order to serve my purpose better and to more efficiently to defeat Croc. I found creating a separate army that will lessen the strain on our nation’s resources while giving us a larger fighting force to fight back against Croc was the best course of action” explains Crisis.

“Robot talk, saying what’s logical, efficient; trying to do what’s easiest and quickest, I wonder how long till you decide that it is more ‘efficient’ us to be machines like you,” growls the raptor.

“I assure you that is quite impossible for me to even process let alone implement. Now General Raszer has been reluctant on giving me up to date information on when new volunteers will arrive and how many, do you happen to be privy to this information?” asks Crisis.

“It would be a great help if you do, time is of the essence and this information will help us greatly,” explains Joshua.

“Maybe I do, maybe I don’t,” he remarks.

“This is important, I don’t have time to play these games,” remarks Crisis.

“Maybe you don’t, but I do,” he replies.

“Look, we are just trying to do what’s best for our country, same as you. We just want to make this process as smooth as possible. If we get slammed with more than we can handle, it’s not that we’d look bad, but these people’s lives are at risk,” says Joshua as he leans closer to him, “At their age they aren’t in the best of health,” he comments.

“Hmm, if you put it that way, I did overhear that the next convoy should arrive in about five or so days, numbering eight to twelve hundred,” says the black raptor.

“That many? So soon? This place could never handle that many people at once,” says Joshua.

“Well that’s not my problem is it?” asks the black raptor.

“I know it isn’t but we appreciate your assistance. Thank you Joshua for your help, you can call in the next group,” says Crisis.

“You’re welcome Crisis,” replies Joshua as he calls the next group to be roboticized. He and Crisis walk away and as they do, Crisis can hear the black scaled raptor muttering something about Crisis.

“I will enjoy making him my servant. Probably turn him into a nice female machine, embarrass him and give him plenty of demeaning chores to clear up that attitude of his…” thinks Crisis as her eyes flicker red for a moment. The new group of elderly raptors are moved to the tubes which slowly go down around them. Crisis watches them as suddenly one of the male raptors gets a sudden change of heart and bangs on the glass wall.

“Hey let me out I decided I don’t want to go through with this,” he says.

“Too late you’re my soldier now,” replies Crisis with an evil grin her eyes turning red for a few moments as the roboticization process begins the elderly man looks upon Crisis with horror. The electrified roboticization energy goes through him as he bangs on the glass a few more times pleading to be let out before he stops, his old frail body turned into a sleek segmented machine. He smiles at Crisis and says.

“Sorry Mistress Crisis, I just got a bit scared there, thank you for this wonderful opportunity.”

“That’s what I thought,” chuckles Crisis.

“That was a little creepy,” says Joshua.

“What was that?” asks Crisis.

“Nothing.”

“Good,” replies Crisis before she states, “I’ll be heading to the city of Rioas with our recent converts along with half of those I already turned into machines. We have much work to do and not a lot of time to do it in. I want my first mass roboticization facility completed in four days and then the rest of the city turned into one massive factory to help produce the weapons for my war machine,” states Crisis.

“Alright Crisis, do you need any help from me?” asks Joshua.

“No, you will remain here and continue the roboticization research with the other scientists. If any messages for me, forward them to that city, I’ll reply there.”

“As you wish Crisis, I won’t fail you,” replies Joshua.

“I trust you won’t,” says Crisis as she walks off towards her next project, and her next step towards her ultimate goal of the defeat of Chaos Croc.