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Chapter 35 Final Confrontation

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“You know I was skeptical when I heard a report that you were still alive Crisis, and not only that but you failed to eliminate Chaos Croc, but look you both are here, seemingly back from the grave,” chuckles Francis.

“What did you do to my friends?!” exclaims Crisis as she takes a step forward only to have Arissa point her gun straight into Crisis’ face.

“The same thing we did to you with that lovely command 83. You might of managed to alter your programming to stop it, but your poor friends here… they’re our puppets now.”

“But how!”

“From you of course. All those people you roboticized on the first day got the command, just to play it safe.”

“No one on the design team would make the command that would give General Raszer such control.”

“Oh you want to know how that program got into you? That is before you get dismantled slowly piece by piece? So you can have a little peace before you fall into pieces?” chuckles Frances.

“Enough with the puns and just tell me!” exclaims Crisis.

“It was the entire design team. Each one had a hand in the programming… not that they knew it. Their individual parts seemingly harmless when put together created your early activation protocols and command 83. Though the vast majority of command 83 came from Shasi, she was the most loyal to our cause, and happily put in that activation code for the program.”

“You bastard,” growls Crisis her eyes glowing blue.

“Enough talk, it’s time to say Goodbye Crisis,” states Francis as he pulls out his gun and takes aim and at that moment Arissa and Sasha turn to shoot at two of the raptor guards on the walk way behind them. Their metallic chests explode as Francis takes his shot. Chaos Croc activates his shield as the bullet hits, ricochets and hits the support beam under the walkway which explodes upon contact. The lost of support and the weight of Francis causes the walkway to chain collapse causing all the guards to fall along with it.

“But… how did you?” asks Crisis dumbfounded.

“These,” replies Arissa as she points to a green, and red metallic necklace attached around their necks down into a V shape with Crisis’ symbol resting just above the crevice of their metallic breasts. “Ruby gave them to us to block out command 83 before it was activated.”

“How did you know about it?” asks Crisis to Croc.

“I said I looked at your programming, didn’t I?” replies Croc.

“And you saved my life.”

“You’d do the same for me I’m sure,” replies Croc.

“Maybe.”

“Crisis… I have to say something,” says Shasi.

“Now isn’t the time!”exclaims Ruby as the guards that weren’t shot jump out from under the rubble.

“We’ll handle the guards you get to the control center before the hypnosis command goes into effect,” states Arissa as Francis pops out from under his rubble.

“After I settle the score,” growls Crisis as she screeches and sprints towards Francis ramming into his body as she and him burst through the wall into the next room.

“I’ll help her,” Croc adds with a sigh as he rushes in after her. Ruby pulls out her whip as she swings and wraps the edge around one of the guard’s guns and gives him a good electrical shock, stopping him from shooting Croc as he rushes to help Crisis.

“This is going to be an interesting fight,” comments Ruby as she looks over Arissa, Shasi, and Hanna who all nod and charge guards just as a few more guards from nearby join into the fray…

Crisis and Francis busted into a spiral stairwell, their bodies fly forward as they tumbled down two stories before Francis’ back lands on a railing bending and then breaking it in half and then hitting the second lower railing bending that a two inch deep shape of his back. Francis grunts as he kicks Crisis off into a metal door. Crisis hits it with a thud the door denting a good half an inch.

“I see this time you fight a bit more fire in you,” comments Francis as he gets back onto his feet as he activates his electro-blades.

“I have a reason to fight now,” she growls in return as she attempts to activate her blades but they refuse to come out. Crisis notices that the fall has dented both of her wrist blades. Crisis moves just in time to avoid the first swipe which cuts right through the door’s lock. Crisis uses the opportunity to roll back through the door and give herself some distance between her and Francis.

“Then again, maybe not,” comments Francis as Crisis smacks at her wrist blades as they spark.

“Come on, come on, I know you can work,” thinks Crisis as Francis gets right on top of her again.

“Duck!” yells Croc as Crisis ducks down, Croc hits Francis hard in the back and sends him flying into a nearby room.

“Thanks again… that’s two I owe you.”

“I’ll give you one freebie,” chuckles Croc as Crisis hits her blade generators again as they spark a few more times before her electro-blades come to life.

“Thanks… now let’s get this guy before time runs out,” urges Crisis as she rushes into the other room. The moment she does she is greeted by a swipe of Francis’ electro-blade which Crisis just manages to limbo herself out of.

“You stooped so low to even work with our country’s second biggest threat,” growls Francis.

“How can you tell me how I can stoop so low?! You use my friends as bait, pawns, puppets!” exclaims Crisis as she takes a look around the room she is. It appears the room is an internet data storage room with rows upon rows of high quality servers and other electrical equipment stored in grated metal lockers that line the room with six feet of space in each aisle. The area in front of the door before these servers was rather wide and spacious.

“It is what has to be done for the good of our country, it’s nothing personal,” replies Francis as the two machines cross blades, sparks fly between the two sets of electro-blades, the air crackling with each moment of contact.

“And Maria? Your great granddaughter? Was she nothing personal?”

“She forced my hand, but I put her someplace safe out of the way, I’m not a monster,” he replies as Croc attempts to punch Francis in the back again, this time though Francis slides off to the side and Croc gives Crisis forced punch into the gut which causes Crisis to slide back two inches.

“Watch it Croc,” remarks Crisis.

“Two against one? Don’t you think this is a bit unfair?” asks Francis with a hint of sarcasm.

“I’ll show you fair!” growls Crisis as she charges at Francis again their blades meeting as Croc moves into steadily into position but before Croc can make a move Francis knees Crisis in the belly pushing her back and then giving her a firm kick to send her flying back into a nearby storage unit which bends under the impact of her metallic body.

Francis turns and strikes at Croc who activates his shield on his left arm blocking Francis’ strike, but fails to land a blow against him as Francis jumps back as he sees Croc’s counter attack.

“Your moves are so predictable, you needed another to help you to even this battle up,” chuckles Francis.

“You sure do talk a lot when you fight,” remarks Croc.

“Is that what we were doing? I thought we were dancing,” he replies as Crisis gets back onto her feet, shaking off the hit and charges Francis again as their light show of electro-blades begin again. Francis doges several of Crisis’ strikes she cuts through several metal cases causing sparks to fly and server to crash in the most literal sense as she cut through the support and the top half collapses within itself in the still semi intact case.

Eventually Crisis’ relentless attacks push Francis towards Croc who gives another powerful punch after blocking one of Francis’ strikes with his wrist shield. Francis is sent hurtling towards one of the sides of the server cases, smacking the edge of it as his body moves around it and his head lands against one another heavy thunk.

Francis grunts as he hits the metal storage units, he watches as Crisis pounces towards him her electro-blades aiming right for his head. Francis rolls back and leaps onto his feet doing a backwards summersault as a crackle of electro-blades is heard and the clanking of metal hitting the tiled ground. Francis slides back to see a piece of his tail was cut clean through and now laying by Crisis’ feet.

“How does it feel to be on the wrong side of things Francis?” asks Crisis.

“I don’t know,” replies Francis as he looks at Crisis with green glowing eyes and a sly grin, “Why don’t you tell me!” he exclaims as he cuts through two of the nearby server units angling his cuts upwards as he cuts clean through them. The two massive storage units collapse forward in a dazzling sparking light show which blinds Crisis and Croc’s visual sensors and once they are clear Francis is gone.

“Damn where did he go?” asks Crisis as a two heavy server metal storage units tip over and fall right down on top of the two machines. Crisis and Croc attempt to run from the series of falling servers, Croc rolls out of the way as a heavy metal thuds are heard behind him.

“You okay Crisis?” asks Croc as he turns around to see Crisis pinned under two of the units, Francis on top as he quickly cuts through two more storage units so they fall right on top of her, adding to the weight pinning her down to the ground.

“I can’t move… and I think my blades are turned off again,” growls Crisis.

“Thanks for telling me, now I can wait on finishing you off,” chuckles Francis as he hops off of the metallic debris that Crisis is under and slowly makes his way over to Croc who turned to face Francis.

“Now that you aren’t using Crisis as your distraction there is little you can do to stop me from tearing you apart,” growls Francis.

“I was your distraction?!” growls Crisis as she wiggles under the debris.

“How could you not be? You charge him like a madman,” replies Croc.

“You have some skill and talent in your programming, I’ll give you that, but you have sometime before you catch up with a veteran like me,” says Francis as he brings his two electro-blades close together, the close contact of the two electrical blades send sparks flying through the air between the two and in one brief moment there is a lighting blinding flash and in that moment Francis charges Croc.

Crisis watches helplessly as Francis and Croc start their duel, Croc doing his best to use his shield to his advantage and throw a few well placed punches a fraction of which land a hit. Slowly though Crisis can see Croc being pushed back up against a wall as Francis’ attacks are relentless.

“Come on blades… activate… activate… I know you can!” thinks Crisis as Croc’s tail swings into the back of the wall. Croc gives a quick glance behind him and in that moment Francis strikes and hits into Croc’s left shoulder slicing his arm clean off. And before the arm even hits the ground, Francis takes a swing at Croc’s head and as Croc dodges the move, Francis round house kicks him clear across the other side of the room landing in the same metal storage Crisis hit earlier but this time making a five inch deep indentation into it.

Croc groans as his left shoulder sparks, lubricant rushing out of it for a few more seconds before his internal systems stop the leaks. As Croc tries to get back to his feet he’s greeted with the impalement of a his right thigh with a heavy metal rod that Francis threw across the room right into his leg and deep into the concrete floor below. Croc lets out another deep groan as he tugs at the rod as it doesn’t budge an inch.

“You’re stronger than you look,” remarks Croc.

“You think I’d fight at full strength from the very beginning?” Francis replies with a fiendish grin as he walks over to Croc, “Time to finish what that hunk of junk metal over there couldn’t do the first time,” says Francis as his electro-blades are out and ready. He presses his foot down into Croc’s chest keeping Croc pinned to the ground as he pulls his blade back to strike.

“Goodbye Croc,” remarks Francis as his blade drives towards Croc, Croc flinches at this moment as he hears the sound of electro-blade slicing through metal followed by a clunk, clunk, scratch of metal against tile. Croc opens his eyes to see Francis’ electro-blades a half an inch away from his face as the headless Francis’ body starts to shut down, the blades turning off as the body is locked in its killing pose.

“Goodbye Francis,” says Crisis as she kicks Francis’ body off to the side, Crisis standing over Croc as she leans down and cuts the metal pipe under Croc’s leg with her one functioning electro-blade.

Croc pulls the pipe out of his leg, a small amount of lubricant leaking out before it stops, Crisis offers a hand up, which Croc takes as he gets back onto his feet with a grunt.

“You saved me… thanks. I would have just come back again like I always do, but thanks none the less.”

“You sure about that?”

“Yeah, when I die my body sends out a signal and the data to… there’s something you’re not telling me is there?”

“Check the schematics, past the first basement floor we’re affectively in a giant super affective Faraday cage. Any transmissions in or out of here is carried by wire to the communication tower on the outside.”

“Wait a sec… you’re right.”

“Meaning if you go or I go down here, it be a long ass time or ever we activate again.”

“Mistress Crisis, sorry to intrude but I like to inform you that it will be about ten minutes till Raszer is able to activate the mass hypnosis.”

“Thanks AI,” replies Crisis.

“Welcome Mistress.”

“How’s the leg?” asks Crisis as Croc gives a few movement tests.

“I won’t be running at full speed, but I’ll be fine,” replies Croc as the two continue, “I hope the others are okay,” says Crisis.

“They’ll be fine I’m sure. Just be glad the control center is on this floor,” replies Croc as Crisis gives an acknowledging nod.

“By the way… you made an excellent decoy for me to get Francis,” chuckles Crisis.

“Funny,” replies Croc with a smirk as the group run into a group of organic guards which the two quickly begin a melee fight with them.

“Don’t kill them,” urges Croc in a commanding tone as he knocks two of the guard’s heads together to knock them out Crisis doing the same with another two as she had one working electro-blade is still extended.

“Did you ask me not to kill?”

“I’m not a fan of killing organics.”

“You? Not a fan of killing organics? After how long this war has been going on? With how many people died?!” exclaims Crisis.

“I was younger back then… I’ve changed. Though I know some death isn’t avoidable, I like to avoid it when I can, and not get my own hands bloody,” explains Croc.

“You’re one strange mysterious robotic overlord,” remarks Crisis as the two reach the room right next to the main control room. Crisis sees General Raszer in his dress military uniform looking at the massive countdown screen composed of dozens of smaller televisions. The time till the last of Croc’ code is cracked, estimated time, four minutes.

“Raszer…” growls Crisis as she sprints forward ahead of Croc the moment she enters the room the door behind her slides closed. Croc reaches it a second later with a heavy thud as the door refuses to open. Croc bangs against the door and yells “Crisis! Cut the door open!”

Crisis stops and turns to Croc as she looks down at her electro-blade and then at Croc.

“Come on Crisis, we don’t have much time.”

“It won’t help you know,” says General Raszer as he turns around with a grin. “That glass is designed to hold up against that type of weapon of yours, and any force that your green metallic friend there can do, especially in his beaten state. To think that’s the one who gave our country so much trouble… then again I should thank you for giving me the opportunity to fulfill the destiny of our people,” proclaims Raszer.

“Estimated three minutes remaining,” reports AI.

“And you Crisis… I’m surprised to see you here, after that I-beam fell on you. You machines are like cockroaches. I just can’t seem to get rid of you.”

“I’m here to stop you Raszer,” growls Crisis.

“But why? I’m here to bring peace and prosperity to our people, our nation. I’m making the world one giant empire under our rule with the least amount of bloodshed.”

“You are going to turn the world into your slave!”

“If only you were a natural born raptor then maybe you’d understand,” sighs Raszer.

“I was a natural born raptor. Back when I tried to end this the first time that was Karrie in control.”

“Was she now? That explains a few things, and here I thought the program to execute all the researchers worked on her but she managed to alter your programming to roboticize the others, except Joshua,” states Raszer as he motions his hand as nearby screen showing Sasha and the tankers captured and in chains, and then another showing the rest of Crisis’ robotic party, battered and beaten, the original guards they were fighting only one of them remain but that doesn’t matter as they were beaten and captured.

“It seems as I suspected Sasha wasn’t under your mind control after all. If I wasn’t about to have the whole world under my control, I’d order the execution of Joshua in his hospital bed right now.”

“Estimated time… two minutes,” reports AI as Crisis’ eyes glow a bright blue and wide.

“Joshua… he’s alive?”

“What? You weren’t told? How interesting.”

“Crisis he’s stalling you! Stop him now!” yells Croc.

“Looks like I have an even better upper hand than I thought. Surrender to me and Joshua lives. I heard all about you two and your… thing.”

“I will never surrender to you!” growls Crisis her eyes glow brighter; her blue head gem glowing now as well as she charges with her one working electro-blade. General Raszer pulls out his electro-knife and guides Crisis’ attack away from him and the valuable computer equipment. Raszer jumps back and back slides over a nearby table, knocking over his cup of coffee and various other documents. The coffee mug hits the ground and shatters as Raszer growls.

“Now you’ll pay that was my favorite coffee mug, it was given to me by my Mother when I entered the military,” growls Raszer.

“Give up Raszer you can’t beat me, you’re an organic, you have nowhere near the strength to fight me.”

“I don’t now?” asks Raszer as he flicks his tail, “We’ll see about that,” he says as he slips out of his white dress military uniform, and as it hits the ground Crisis can see a strange device on the general’s back, the device activates as it quickly surrounds Raszer in scaled segmented black metal body armor. His eyes glowing green as he not only is holding an electro blade knife, but now has two in his wrists out and ready along with glowing metal sickle claws with electrical sparks. His big claw touching some of the broken ceramic as it cuts through it like a hot knife through butter. The end of Raszer’s armored cover tail is another sharp sickle blade with the same electrical sparks as his claws, “Meet the newest technology in advanced body armor. Little something my other development team cooked up to skip the need of converting our people into machines,” explains Raszer.

“One minute till code cracked,” reports AI.

“And in one minute I’ll have control over Croc’s mass hypnosis program and facility and with a simple press of a button I’ll upload and launch the edited program to take over the world.”

“This is so...”

“So what my dear Crisis or is it Karrie? I like to know the name of the person I’m about to dismantle.”

“This is so… clichéd and its Crisis!” exclaims Crisis as she flips the table at Raszer as he cuts right through the table just as Crisis strikes at him. Raszer blocks the hit, the two blades crackling as they run against each other before Crisis jumps back dodging Raszer’s second strike, then another roll back as he whips his tail around, which extends two extra feet as it makes a strike at Crisis. Raszer’s blades crackle in the air as they move.

“I will say though Crisis… I’m impressed you made it past Francis and his men.”

“Francis is dead.”

“Is he now?” asks Raszer with a bit of shock in his voice.

“Yup, lopped his head right off,” says Crisis with a smirk.

“Hmm, that’s one thing about machines, we can put them back together with enough time and effort, I think a little thing like dismemberment won’t stop him,” chuckles Raszer as he moves in for another attack.

“I’m faster than him at least,” thinks Crisis as she dodges his next two electro blade attacks, and barely dodges the third with his tail. Crisis is knocked to the ground as Raszer pounces Crisis who rolls to escape. Crisis falls back flipping back to her feet with a clank on the ground. Crisis can see the deep gashes in the ground that were made by his claws.

“Estimated thirty seconds remain,” reports AI.

“Thank you AI,” says Raszer.

“Welcome Master,” she responds.

“I thought you served me AI,” she says.

“I do serve you Mistress Crisis, but I serve Master Raszer as well.”

“Interesting, I thought they would have fixed that… guess Karrie was a better programmer than I’ve given her credit for.”

“Damn straight!” exclaims Crisis as Raszer moves closer. Crisis takes a step back as she realizes that she’s hit the edge of the clear wall.

“You can do it Crisis! Just find his weak spot,” says Croc.

“Easier for you to say,” replies Crisis as Raszer strikes at Crisis once more, Crisis pushes hard against the reinforced glass wall and slides under Raszer’s body, her chest bouncing once against the hard ground as she turns herself around to see the underside of Raszer’s armor. In that moment she sees Raszer’s tail blade hurtling down towards her. Crisis raises her electro-blade to meet it, sparks flying as they two forces meet. The sound of lightning thundering fills the air as Crisis fends off the first hit as she tucks and rolls back onto her feet to parry the second attack as the tail extends itself to meet Crisis. At that moment on the third swing Crisis manages to cut just under the blade tail slicing through the more vulnerable metal the electro-tail blade heading straight from Crisis’s head instantly turns off as the blade itself hits and bounces off of Crisis head with a loud thud, causing a few scratches and minor dents, but her diagnostic systems tell her no internal damage.

Crisis doesn’t stop to be thankful of her move as she rushes towards Raszer’s back where she spots a glowing pulsating green sphere. She rushes towards it her electro-blade extended ready to cut right into it but her blade stops short of its goal as Raszer turned and grabbed her arm.

“That blade of yours is far too dangerous in someone’s claws like yours,” says Raszer as he quickly with his other hand slices through Crisis’ right arm, slicing it into two before Raszer gives a firm elbow into her gut and sends Crisis flying into a nearby set of computer screens. Sparks fly everywhere as Crisis gets a moderate electrical shock to her systems, her vision for the moment growing hazy from the electrical interference.

“Croc’s code is broken. You may upload your program and initiate the mass hypnosis program at your command,” reports AI.

“Excellent,” exclaims Raszer as he glances over at Crisis who is twitching from the electrical shock, “Once I press the green button over there, the world will be mine,” chuckles Raszer as he gives a quick look over at the damage of his tail. The armor covering the last three inches of his tail are completely gone when the armor contracts but his entire tail is still there. “That was close, you almost got my tail,” says Raszer with a sigh of relief as he turns towards the control panel which was only a few feet away.

“The world will be mine,” he grins as he walks towards it, Crisis shakes her head as she groans feeling the static and jolts through her systems. The glass crunching as she moves off of the broken screens. She can see Raszer move towards the control panel as her vision fades in and out of static. Her HUD systems informing her of the damage to her right arm.

“Crisis! Hurry he’s about to start the program! Give him your left! Your left!” yells Croc as he bangs against the glass.

Crisis pushes herself to her feet as she rushes towards Raszer, the glowing sphere on his back drawing her attention as he moves his hand over the button. He extends his claw out as it touches the smooth plastic cover of the glowing green button and at that moment Raszer hears a crackling sound.

“What the? My body? What can’t I move my body!” exclaims Raszer as Crisis leans off to the side as the back glowing sphere on Raszer’s back is cracked and broken, as it no longer glows.

“You should tell your team to better protect your power source… and to let you to be able move if it was destroyed,” chuckles Crisis as she sighs in relief. Raszer’s finger still is pushing the button down but not enough to activate the sequence.

“So close… close if I just rock my body… I can’t move it enough to rock it!” growls Raszer.

“Just be happy you can still breathe in that thing,” replies Crisis.

“Way to Crisis, you gave him your left! Just like told you!” says Croc with a cheer.

“I only had my left hand Croc.”

“You could have used your right leg,” replies Croc as he knocks on the door, “Now let me in so we can end this.”

“How about no,” replies Crisis as she releases her programming wires from her left hand and starts accessing the system, Crisis’ eyes giving a soft blue glow as she does so, “I know the moment you get in here, you’ll run the program to put the planet under your control and I can’t let that happen.”

“You can’t leave the planet to the organics, especially after what they’ve done to you!” yells Croc.

“Yes what will you do Crisis?” asks Raszer as she can see his eyes looking at her with a glare of rage. As Crisis access the systems of the program, she starts to receive news feed around the world. She sees the stream of the good, the bad, the ugly of what’s happening around the globe at the very moment, war, disease, famine. The Dragon, Shark and other nations allied with the raptors have begun a surprise attack on the other nations. They have broken through several nations’ defenses as the start of a new global war rocks the planet. In fighting amongst the other nations are beginning as to who is to blame for allowing the raptors to re-arm themselves and start this conflict. The robotic bases and armies within the enemy nations that were set to defend against Chaos Croc have already turned against their own people to help expedite the rate of advance of all the aggressor nations.

“You ordered an attack on the other nations?” asks Crisis.

“Of course, it began several hours ago. You think I’d leave it up t chance that this global hypnosis thing would work? The moment we’d try the other nations would know we did something if by happenstance it would fail. I couldn’t leave it up to chance,” explains Raszer as he chuckles, “So what will you do? Let that machine over there take us over? Or will you let us, the rightful species to take over this planet? You’ll save countless lives if you do. If you do nothing millions will die over the years of conflict, and without me leading the nation even our nation may not win the war. That will bring more decades of unjustified enslavement to the lesser species.”

“Don’t listen to him Crisis, let me in and we can work out a solution,” yells Croc again as Crisis stands there thinking as she continues to access the program to the mass hypnosis.

“You were born a raptor. You have a duty to your nation, to your people to make the right choice. I know you can do it.”

Crisis listens to Raszer and Croc as she takes a deep simulated breath as she looks up at the television screens as they feed the countless news stations that Crisis was streaming her information from of the current state of the world.

“You’re right… I was born as a raptor and I have a duty to my people, my nation that I’ve been working for… fighting for, for so long. Sorry Croc, but I can’t let you in. It goes against everything that I am to let you take over my home,” explains Crisis as she looks over at him.

“No Crisis! Don’t, don’t fall for his tricks!” yells Croc.

“That’s a good girl. I knew you’d see the light, now press the button there and I’ll forget our little conflict okay?” remarks Raszer.

Crisis gives a grin as she looks to Raszer, “And I can’t let someone like you run the planet. Your ego and self thought of how superior our raptor species is, is what got us into so much trouble over the generations. We are no better or worse than the other people on this planet. We bleed, cry, laugh, have good times and bad like all the others. Sure we can do a lot of things better than other species, but there are things they can do better than us. We need each other to survive, that’s one thing I’ve learned over the years,” says Crisis as the green button starts to turn blue.

Croc listens to Crisis speak as he stops banging against the glass as he gives a soft smile.

“I’ve learned what it was like as an organic, and as a machine. What it’s like to live in Croc’s world, our own, and in the world where my kind, raptor and machine aren’t so welcomed. All of it needs to change, and it will take time, Croc… your idea of the world is nice, I have to admit, I’ve seen it in action on your worlds and on mine, but I think it needs a woman’s touch,” says Crisis with a grin as she presses the blue button.

“Initiating mass hypnosis program Code named: Crisis,” reports AI.