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Chapter 15 Crisis Goes Home

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Crisis flicks her robotic tail as she clenches and relaxes her robotic claws as she feels her built in hand roboticizers cooling off as a freshly roboticized dingo stands before her, kneeling and saying, “Thank you for roboticizing me. It’s clear to me as to what a fool I’ve been. I shall now serve master Croc to make up for all the trouble I’ve caused him.”

“Yeah, yeah I’ve heard that one already,” remarks Crisis with a sigh, waving off the new machine’s sign of affection for their new master as Crisis looks up into a video camera watching her from his command center as she literally stands in a middle of a maze.

“How’s that for your minotaur test? I really don’t see how me having hunt down six organics in a maze shows much of my abilities,” she remarks.

“It’s to test your tracking abilities and to see how affective you are in the hunt,” explains Croc over an intercom.

“It almost sounds like you’re trying to test me rather than the new prototype body that you’ve so graciously given me,” comments Crisis as she lifts a metallic eye ridge.

“Oh don’t be silly, why would I want to test you? I want to test my wonderful genius nothing more than that,” replies Croc.

“Now that these sets of tests are over, which I am grateful for you putting me through, may we talk? I’ve wanted to since your meeting but you’ve kept me very busy, not that I mind your tests Master Croc.”

“It’s my pleasure.”

“Yes… anyway… can we first talk face to face? I hate talking to you like this.”

“Of course, it’s the least I can do for such an obedient and luscious minion I have,” remarks Croc as Crisis holds back a sigh as she leaves the maze without a single issue, meeting Croc at the exit. “Now what can I do you for?” he asks with a sly smirk.

“Surely not what you’re thinking… I mean… sorry for that Master Croc didn’t mean to put it that way,” replies Crisis as she thinks, “ __Damn it Crisis you don_ ’ t want to blow your cover with comments like that. ”_

“That’s fine, I enjoy my minions when they have a little… spunk,” replies Croc as he smacks Crisis on her metallic green ass, making her jump followed by a quick tail flick.

“I’m sure… now what I wanted if it’s not too much trouble… is if I could go back to the city I came from? I want to visit a few friends I have there. It’s been a while, and I wanted to surprise them with my new look. Don’t worry I’ll keep the fact I’m a new prototype body for you a secret,” says Crisis with a smirk.

“Sure, I see no problem with that.”

“After all I’ve done a lot so far for you and I… yes? Just like that?” asks Crisis as she blinks in disbelief.

“I don’t see why not. It’s a city well within my domain and it’s not like you’re going to run off or anything. I have no problem with you visiting few friends. Just promise to be back soon.”

“Oh yes, I promise, thank you Master Croc,” replies Crisis as she gives him a cordial bow, hiding her smirk. “ __Yes I_ ’ ll be back soon …_ as soon as I can be sure I can defeat you,” she thinks as she doesn’t notice Croc walking behind Crisis checking out her well defined and built rump and giving it a good smack.

“I’ll be missing that ass of yours if you don’t come back soon enough,” chuckles Croc.

“I’ll be sure to make a note of that Master Croc,” states Crisis as she stands back up looking over her shoulder at Croc as she asks, “Is there any special way I need to go to go back home?”

“I’ll have Ko escort you to the appropriate area, she has nothing better to do, and I’ll enjoy the view of you two… ahem, leaving.”

“I’m sure you will,” replies Crisis as she leaves the room, shortly followed by Croc who guides Crisis to a helicopter pad where Ko dressed in a tight leather belt outfit, that would be almost be considered indecent exposure for anyone else but her.

“That was fast… I didn’t even see you give the command for her to be here.” remarks Crisis as she walks up to Ko.

“Who says I have to actually speak to send out a command, remember we’re machines we don’t have to talk, it’s just a convenience for the organics.”

“How very true,” remarks Crisis as she shakes her head at her own stupidity.

“Doesn’t surprise me,” remarks Ko as she and Crisis board the chopper.

“I have other matters attend to and I’ll be seeing you later tonight Ko,” says Croc with a wink and a smirk as he walks off.

“Yeah, yeah,” replies Ko as she closes the door and the chopper takes off as she says, “You perverted tin can.”

“Not a fan of Master Croc are you?” asks Crisis with a smirk.

“Lets just say I am not a fan of a few of his personality quirks which I am sure you well aware of,” remarks Ko as she leans back into her seat crossing her legs as she glances outside and then back at Crisis.

“Yes I did notice some of his more… interesting personality traits.”

“Don’t think just because I don’t like a few of his quirks that I am not a loyal subject of his.”

“Of course not,” replies Crisis as she crosses her legs and looks out the window back at Neo Robia, “Quite an amazing city he has going on there, fitting capital for one such as him.”

“Quite, though there are a few things I’d like to do differently if I could, what about you? You had a chance to wander the city a bit, what are some things you’d do differently if you ran the show?” asks Ko with a smirk.

“Me? Well I don’t know I haven’t thought about it all that much,” remarks Crisis as she thinks, “ __Be careful Crisis. She_ ’ s close to Croc, she could be here to trip you up and test your loyalties. You might have fooled him thus far, but this is no time to become relaxed, ”_ before she says, “Though for one I’d fix the transportation system, I spent a lot of time switching between trains just to get where I was going. I believe there has to be a better way to organize the train systems at least.”

“True, those subways are quite bad. I think some leftovers when the city was under its old management.”

“That’s understandable.”

“Asides the subway system what else would you do?”

“I don’t know to be honest. I’d have to look over the city, gather all the information about it, how it works, what’s the purpose of everything, then see how it all fits together, then after that streamline it, and cut out anything that’s not a necessity to the whole process. Just try to boost efficiency, but not at the expense of the essentials and comforts.”

“Not at the expense of comforts you say?”

“Comfort an important factor too. It’s not directly shown in the numbers, but must be taken into account.”

“Didn’t think a machine like you would think about comfort.”

“Why’s that?”

“No reason,” she remarks as the helicopter lands at the airport, near the massive teleporter device that brought Crisis here, “Ah here we are. This is as far as I’ll be escorting you. Another chopper will be waiting for you on the other side to pick you up and take you back home.”

“Thank you for accompany me, it was fun.”

“Yes… fun,” replies Ko with a sigh as she lazily waves Crisis off as she walks away.

“ __She_ ’ s a hard one to figure out, ”_ thinks Crisis as she steps through the teleporter, and within moments she’s back on her home planet, as her sensor readings about the planet’s atmosphere, pollution level and gravitational pull confirm this. There a helicopter was waiting for Crisis as she got a first class trip back to the city where this all began.

The trip back to city was uneventful, though she found the other machines around her treating her with a slightly higher level respect than before, but once she landed this extra level of respect dissipated and she became just like all the other machines in the city.

“ __I guess only those ordered to help me get home treated me with an extra level of importance. I G\guess Croc wanted to make sure his prototype was treated with care coming here,_ ”_ she thinks as she leaves the airport and heads straight towards one of the communication towers and thanks to her friend Hanna for showing around she easily slipped by the guards and technicians to a secure control panel that she could use to send out her retrieval signal.

Crisis’ claw tips open up and shoot out wires into the control panel as she quickly and efficiently uploads and sends her encrypted message to her people. Crisis’ tail sways back and forth slowly as she transmitted the message in silence, that’s until she heard someone behind her.

“Hey what are you doing here? You don’t have authorization to be here, step away from the control panel and explain yourself,” says a blue and black robotic male raptor.

Crisis looks over her shoulder and smiles pulling her claws away from the panel as her message was already sent and says, “Oh I’m sorry, I was just looking around. I didn’t know I wasn’t supposed to be here,” explains Crisis as she turns around and walks over to the fellow robot.

“What’s your name?”

“Crisis, why do you ask? Are you going to report me for just looking? I was a bit curious that’s all.”

“If you were a bit curious you should have gotten the proper authorization and chaperone to be here. I’ll have to contact my superior about this.”

“Oh that be such a hassle, you don’t have to do that now. I was just leaving, save yourself the paperwork,” purrs Crisis as she moves beside the raptor as her hand moves behind the raptor’s head as she speaks.

“I’m sorry but I have to report this to my...,” he says as his eyes suddenly glow a brighter red as Crisis grins.

“You don’t want to report me to your superiors, do you?”

“I… I don’t want to report you to my superiors…” he replies as Crisis finger tips released their wires and attached themselves to the back of the raptor’s head. Crisis’ directly hacking into the raptor’s mind.

“That’s because I was never here, was I?”

“You were never here.”

“Now in five minutes I’ll be gone and you will return from your break, with none of this in your memory banks will you?”

“Will return from break, remember nothing.”

“Good boy, now run along.”

“Yes… I’m a good boy,” he replies as he turns around and walks.

“Don’t think he had to say that last part quite like that, but oh well,” comments Crisis as she blows on her fingers which have returned to normal as she smiles fiendishly, before walking off now that her mission is complete. “ __That was easy, and I have a few hours before I have to leave and meet at the rendezvous point, I think I_ ’ ll stick with my cover plan and meet my friend, ”_ thinks Crisis.

Crisis makes her way to the gambling district where it doesn’t take long for her to find Hanna the skimpy French maid dressed robotic fox. Crisis sees her serving some drinks to some patrons in the main lobby of the Casino. Crisis waves at Hanna who has to take a double take upon seeing her.

“Crisis is that you?” she asks slowly approaching her as she sways her robotic tail behind her teasing the patrons that walk by.

“That it is, like my new look?” asks Crisis as she does a little spin.

“I can’t believe it, is this the reason why Master Croc needed someone?” she asks.

“I can’t give you the details but as you can see that I got the job and Croc is having me test this new body.”

“That’s amazing, so you got to see Master Croc? Did he speak to you?”

“Yup that I did,” replies Crisis with a nod.

“Oh that’s amazing!” she says with a school girl giggle, “What is he like?”

“He’s something else, I’ll tell you that.”

“Oh you have to tell me more, but I am at work… you know what screw it, it’s a slow day at work, I’ll tell them I’m leaving early and we can go to the robot wash and you can tell me all about it.”

“You sure your work is okay with that?”

“Trust me they won’t mind, they owe me enough as it is, just wait here and I’ll be back in a few,” says Hanna as she runs off returning about ten minutes later, “Okay lets go.”

“So how have things been for you?” asks Crisis as the two walk down the street.

“Oh same old same old, work, searching for defector organics, the usual.”

“Searching for defector organics?”

“Oh didn’t I tell you? I’m not just dressed like this for success… well I am, but it’s also to hypnotize and enthrall organics and then test to see where their loyalties lie.”

“Sounds like fun.”

“Why do you think I wanted you for the job! You’d be perfect for it… though I see you’re destined for other greater things,” she says with a smirk.

“It seems so.”

“Oh my favorite customer, how are you doing today Hanna?” asks the blue and purple scaled raptor in a latex French maid dress. She bows and smiles before saying, “And who is this lavishing machine you have with you today?”

“You remember Crisis don’t you? She was off getting a few model upgrades, so she looks a bit different than before,” replies Hanna.

“Oh my, I can see that, and what a lovely job they’ve done on you. The look fits you so well.”

“Thank you,” replies Crisis with a smile.

“Oh no need to thank me, it be my pleasure to service two wondrous machines of Master Croc like yourselves,” she says as she leads Crisis and Hanna into cleaners. “Would you like the deluxe like last time?”

“That’s fine, same booths as well if they are free. I’ve noticed you’ve been getting a fair amount of business as of late,” remarks Hanna as she and Crisis look around noting a few machines waiting for their numbers to be called.

“Don’t we have to wait for our number to be called?” asks Crisis.

“Oh don’t be silly you two made an appointment, no need to wait,” says the organic raptor as she leads them into the cleaning room.

“But we didn’t make an appointment, did we?” inquiries Crisis.

“I know you didn’t, but I had to say that or the others would get a bit… discouraged that I’d let you two come in just like that. You two were our very first customers, and Hanna has been spreading the word of what a good job we’ve done and business has been booming ever since, so you two deserve a little extra treatment,” explains the raptor.

“Oh it was nothing. You really do good work,” compliments Hanna.

“Oh thank you for your kindness,” says the raptor as she bows down with a soft squeak from her maid outfit as she motions to seat Hanna and then Crisis, another raptor helper in a maid outfit soon coming to join her to start the cleaning session.

“Anything in particular I need to know about this new body of yours Miss Crisis?”

“I know everything is water proof, though if anything just be careful around my hands, they have built in roboticizers.”

“Worried about me becoming a lovely machine like yourself?” she asks.

“No not that, more I don’t want them damaged.”

“I’ll be extra careful about that, you can count on me,” she says with a bow as the warm water rinse begins washing off any dust and dirt off of their metallic skinned bodies.

“You have roboticizers in your hands? That’s amazing, not many get such advanced technology placed in them,” comments Hanna.

“You don’t say?” asks Crisis.

“Oh yes, that is quite awesome, you’re lucky to have such an honor to have that advanced equipment placed in you.”

“Thanks, I wasn’t anything special I assure you.”

“Hardly, you had to have done something to catch Croc’s attention and to spend time with him… that is just so… I can’t tell you how awesome it is. You know when you left I was wondering what happened to you. I thought you were picked, I heard of some green robotic not in a maid outfit was chosen for what Croc desired, but I had no idea that he’d do this to you.”

“Neither did I to be honest.”

“I know you can’t say much on it, but just wow. So did you spend a lot of time around Master Croc?”

“A fair a bit, he wanted to test this new form to the fullest as it were.”

“I’m glad he’s kind enough to let you come back and visit me. I assume you’d have to go back sooner or later?”

“Sooner rather than later unfortunately,” replies Crisis as the two raptors in latex maid outfits begin to rub soap onto the two robot’s bodies and start to scrub away all the grime within the crevices of their bodies.

“How soon?” asks Hanna a hint of disappointment in her voice.

“Later tonight actually, I have to get going before the sun goes down even. I had to do a lot of work to request my time off, and Croc has plenty of more in store for me when I return. He doesn’t want to be kept waiting you know.”

“That’s a shame, but there’s not much you can do about that. Master Croc knows what’s best for us all.”

“That he does.”

“So where did you go with Croc?”

“I got a chance to see Neo Robia actually, now that was quite an educational experience to say the least.”

“Neo Robia? Oh I’ve always wanted to go there! It’s the crowning jewel in Croc’s empire.”

“I can tell that it’s quite a fascinating city, enormous and heavily populated, more robots than organics obviously, but it’s so clean. I never seen a city so clean, this one is on its way to be clean but you could eat off of the streets if you so desired.”

“Amazing, and Croc’s tower did you get to see that?”

“From a distance, though I didn’t go inside… it’s the building with the huge symbol of Neo Robia on it right?”

“That’s the one. I’ve seen it in come visit Neo Robia pamphlets… you have no idea how much I envy you right now. I always wanted to go there, see the sights, get a chance to see Croc, fulfill my dream to work for him directly under him. To clean his chambers or even himself! Oh how great that would be!”

“You really love him don’t you?” asks Crisis curiously looking over at Hanna as the raptor motions her to turn around so she can start to work on Crisis’ back side.

“As anyone would love their leader that has given them so much, I’m not one of those who were built or roboticized to be a mindless yes drone to Croc I’m nothing like that, but I honestly want to do it out of the goodness of my own power supply.”

“If you want to visit Neo Robia so much why don’t you?”

“It’s not as easy as that. It’s a hot spot tourist attraction for one, and the seat of the empire, you just can’t go there willy-nilly. Not to mention it’s expensive. I enjoy my work don’t get me wrong, but it doesn’t pay well enough for me to go there any time soon.”

“That’s dreadful, I feel bad that I was able to go and you weren’t.”

“Oh don’t be, what you were given is once in a lifetime opportunity, don’t let my troubles get you down now.”

“Alright, if you say so,” replies Crisis.

“I’ll get to go eventually; maybe I’ll luck out and find a job opening that requires me to transfer there.”

“I wish you luck on finding one then.”

“Thanks, and again don’t get down on your success on account of me.”

“I won’t, I won’t. You’ve been so helpful, that I do want to repay your kindness somehow.”

“Well… if you put it that way… you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to… I mean if it isn’t too much trouble….”

“What is it Hanna, just tell, worst I can say is no.”

“Well… if you see Croc again could you drop my name in conversation? Tell him how I’d like to serve him and possibly meet him?” she asks.

“Next time I see him, I’ll be sure to try that.”

“Promise?”

“I promise,” replies Crisis as she thinks, “ __Shame I won_ ’ t be seeing him again any time soon, but I ’ ll do what I can Hanna. ”_

Crisis and Hanna continued to talk up a storm as they were expertly cleaned by the two organics. Going through the motions of being washed, buffed, and waxed, their metallic bodies sparking and shining as if they were fresh off the manufacturing belt.

“Thank you for choosing us, we hope you come again,” says the purple and blue raptor with a bow and a soft squeak from the maid outfit.

“It was a pleasure coming here, don’t you agree Crisis.”

“I agree, and when I go back, I’ll be missing this place almost as much as I’ll be missing my friend Hanna here.”

“Oh you’re very gracious,” says the purple raptor she waves off the two before taking the next robot to be cleaned.

“And you’re too kind,” says Hanna.

“I do mean it though,” says Crisis as she and Hanna leave the Robot Cleaners.

“That was fun what shall we do next?” asks Hanna as Crisis checks her internal clock and the sun in the distance disappearing over the horizon.

“I’m afraid this is where we must part… for now.”

“You’re leaving? Already?”

“Yeah, it’s my time to be on my way. I have much to do for Master Croc and little time to do it in.”

“Can I at least walk you back to the airport? Assuming that’s where you’re going.”

“Don’t worry we’ll meet again soon. The sooner I leave the sooner I can get back, and you walking back with me will make it all the harder to do so.”

“Oh… okay, hope to see you soon Crisis, you’re a good friend.”

“Thanks, as are you,” says Crisis as the two give each other a hug, their robotic bodies slightly clanking together before they part ways. Crisis smirking as she thinks, “ __You are a good friend, and you_ ’ ve helped me greatly in speeding up my plans to defeat_ _‘ Master Croc ’_ _but now I must return home. ”_

Leaving the city was just as easy as getting in, now that Crisis knew the layout and had the maps downloaded of the place, it was easy as pie to sneak past the patrols slipping into the random bombed out creators, making her way to the nearby forest which allowed to quickly move towards her objective. It wasn’t all that difficult at this point. Croc’s patrols became less and less as she got away from one of the major centers of Croc’s newly controlled territory.

Crisis reaches the designated zone an hour ahead of schedule. She activates a beacon that was hidden away with her used parachute that she managed to pick up as she exited the city. Crisis wasn’t concerned at first as she waited at the edge of the forest before an open grass field clearing, but as the time for pick up came and went…

“They better have not of ditched me… after all the work I’ve done,” groans Crisis as she isn’t thinks upon that, the fact that her outwardly appearance has changed wasn’t a concern to her. Crisis gave an update on her new look so they wouldn’t be surprised by it when they came to pick her up. Her pace quickens as she waits and waits. “Who do I have to roboticize to get a ride here?” growls Crisis as the low hum of the stealth helicopter finally reaches her ears. Crisis’ eyes glow red in eagerness.

Crisis walks into the clearing as the chopper comes into view. The sleek angular design with its black radar absorbent paint helps make it invisible to radar and hard to see in the night sky. The chopper lands a few feet before Crisis as raptors in night vision gear look over at her and motion her to come aboard. Crisis smirks as she runs over.

“Hurry!” declares one of the organic raptors.

“I am,” replies Crisis as she slips inside. The four raptor soldiers keep their guns trained on Crisis as the helicopter takes up.

“Organic distrust of machines, nothing has changed,” thinks Crisis as the chopper quickly heads back home.