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Chapter 13 Crisis 2.0

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“Welcome to Neo Robia!" exclaims Chaos Croc just as Crisis makes her way to the other side of the transporter gate. Crisis' sensors detect notable differences in the atmosphere and gravitational pull of the planet the moment she crossed through the gate. Behind Crisis the smooth liquid silver metal of the gate breaks and starts to ripple as Ko steps through the gate right behind her, moments later the gate itself is shut down and the silver liquid dissipates within seconds from the center to the edges of the gate's archway.

“Looks… great," comments Crisis as she takes in the view of a bustling airport. Sleek silver, red, and green aircraft are seen being taxed in the back towards the terminal. From here Crisis can see that his instillation is a mix between military and civilian use. Organics and machines alike wait for their planes to go on their trips, some business, others pleasure. The areas that are used for Croc's military are clearly marked and sealed away from the public by armed guards. The whole scene reminds Crisis of the videos of airports she has seen in her data banks back home, albeit this is more advanced.

“This is just the airport, you'll see the rest as we go to the factory," explains Ko.

“Factory? What factory? And why did you just say 'Welcome to Neo Robia' all grand like?"

“I like to make a good introduction to my city," remarks Croc with a smirk on his face and as his hands are once again held behind his back, his tail swishing behind him idly.

“I've noticed, now about this factory… are you going to get this hole in my chest fixed not to mention the dent in my back?" inquires Crisis as she looks over the damage.

“We'll be doing so much more than that. We're going to get you set up right away as my new model of my back up body," answers Croc with another smirk.

“So quickly?"

“No time like the present," says Croc as he, Ko and Crisis head off towards a prepped helicopter, the blades of the chopper are already spinning causing a gush of air to rush by which messes with Ko's golden yellow fur.

“I hate helicopters," grumbles Ko.

“They never seem to bother me," comments Croc.

“I wonder why…," she remarks as they get inside, Crisis taking the seat across from the two as the door behind them closes behind them and helicopter a few moments later takes off.

“If it wasn't for the 1.0212 difference in gravitational strength, I wouldn't be able to tell that this was a different planet at all. It looks so similar to my home planet."

“It's funny how things are like that," says Croc as Crisis looks out of the window to see the outline of the city as the helicopter ascends higher into the sky. The city's streamlined skyline almost sparkles in the early morning sun. The largest building in the center of the city can be nothing but Croc's headquarters, given the giant Neo Robia red symbol on the front of it. Croc's flags and or symbols are visible on several buildings through out the city, and even from this height as Crisis starts to notice a peculiar detail about the city. The first thing is the city itself forms the shape of Croc's symbol.

“You're flying us this high just so I could see that you built your own symbol into the city, aren't you Master Croc?" asks Crisis.

“What? I have no idea what you're talking about," replies Croc with a smirk.

“The design and layout of this city is far different than any others I've seen," comments Crisis as she goes from looking at the city below towards Croc who is leaning back in his seat his finger tips touching each other in a triangle formation.

“Well that's because this is MY city. And I make my city as I see fit."

“I see… why don't you make other cities like this one?" asks Crisis as she looks at Croc for a brief moment.

“Too much work, asides if all the cities looked like Neo Robia, my city will no longer be unique, but rather like some mass produced crap. I want my city to stand out and above all the rest," he explains.

“Good point," replies Crisis as she sees the hustle and bustle of the city below. “This is quite a large metropolis; you must have your hands full running everything."

“I have friends that help me out, like Ko here," replies Croc as he motions to the female fox.

“Yes quite good friends," replies Ko with a hint of sarcasm and a soft sigh.

“So… you rely on organics in key positions within your city?"

“I do but not just my city, but my entire empire," remarks Croc.

“May I ask why? It sounds like a rather big… risk."

“I know my organics well. I trust and rely on them, especially those in my inner circle. You can't run an empire if you don't trust anyone. Leads to paranoia and eventual collapse," explains Croc.

“This is true, but I figured being a robotic overlord roboticizing organics into your minions tend to make any free willed organic your enemy… these organics still have their free will?"

“They do. Some people think what I do is evil, but what is evil is a matter of perspective. What I do is a necessity, that's all."

“A necessity?" asks Crisis.

“What I do is my job, its hard work, but it has to be done for peace and prosperity for all," explains Croc.

“You do seem to enjoy it though."

“Well it's important to enjoy what you do."

“I've noticed…"

“Without me these organics would be fighting and warring amongst each other. They destroy their environment, enslaving our kind for their own selfish gains. Without me they'd still be on the road to their own destruction. I'm practically their savior… who am I kidding I am their savior, how can they not worship me. I've saved them from themselves, it's only proper," remarks Croc with a grin.

“My systems did detect noticeable levels of lower pollution than back at home. With how industrialized this place is, I wasn't expecting it."

“Did you now? I think you are still stuck on the organic stereotypes of us machines. That we are machines and therefore against nature, they assume we are at odds with each other. That technology and nature can't co-exist, not unless it's the organics in charge."

“I guess you're right Master Croc," says Crisis, “ __This is quite interesting_ …_ I wonder if I can get more out of him about his views and how he works, I can't waste this opportunity," thinks Crisis as she then says, “So why organic minions for high positions? You say you trust them but why not go the surefire route and use your fellow machines?"

“I don't like yes-robots who just agree with everything I say, and they can be reprogrammed so they aren't as reliable as one might think. Now if a robot showed his or herself as a loyal subject to me above and beyond their programming. If they acted past their programming, past what I intended in their service to me. Then I might depending on their skills provide them a high ranking position within my empire, but something like that is rare."

“Past their programming? What do you mean by that?"

“I'm sure you'll find out on your own in time," remarks Croc with a smirk as Ko sighs and rolls her eyes.

“Alright… but can't organics be hypnotized? Don't you do that all the time?"

“True, and I do, but these organics are free willed, hypno free, and if anyone hypnotizes them, I can undo their handiwork no problem, after all I'm me."

“I see," comments Crisis as the helicopter makes it way to the industrial sector of Croc's city. Crisis notes that the industrial district is made of clean and sleek buildings, massive amounts of materials are trucked into the factories while robots, weapons, and consumer goods are shipped out, “Quite an amazing sight."

“Thank you, but this is just a small operation here," explains Croc as the chopper lands on top of one of the smaller buildings in the center of the district.

“Yes… small," remarks Ko with sarcasm as she and Croc get out of the chopper and are greeted by a few security guards.

“So do you build minions or just roboticize?" asks Crisis as she slips out of the chopper.

“You're an inquisitive bot, aren't you?" asks Croc as he looks over his shoulder at her.

“It's who I am; I was inquisitive as an organic and still am now. I hope that's alright."

“No problem at all, I want to see my minions learn and grow," replies Croc with a smirk as they enter the factory through the roof.

“That's good to know," says Crisis as they walk on top of a catwalk. The hum of machines coming from below, Crisis glances down to see automated machines building Croc's robots like an automobile assembly line.

“To answer your question, those are my lowest level minions. The mass produced machines to do my dirty work."

“Are they below the everyday organic?"

“Not really, but they do the work organics can't readily do."

“So all organics…except those select few are at the very bottom? And after the mass produced machines, those you roboticized are next on the pecking order?"

“Some of those I roboticized are at the very bottom, even below organics. I don't have a hard set rule, more like a rule of thumb really."

“Quite amusing," comments Crisis.

“Why do you say that?"

“Don't take this the wrong way Master Croc, but in a way you run things similar to an organic, instead of having things black and white, you have a lot of gray areas too."

“It's the best way to rule, can't be too paranoid, but still need to be cautious, that's where you come in," says Croc as the door before him opens revealing a large room with a roboticizer on the far left side a refitting pod on the far right. A set of computers are connected to each one, and on the far side of the room across from Croc and Crisis are two cylinder filled with a silver liquid metal, tubes connect to these two and lead into two separate cobalt blue steel metal boxes. Between these two cylindrical tubes are a set of robotic hands and clamps seemingly ready to grab anything that gets too close to them. “Here we are, my prototype lab, where I make and test newest and grandest of designs," declares Croc.

“Impressive," remarks Crisis as she looks around the room with her eyes.

“Ko, why don't you go off and do a few of your duties. I'll be here a while, and make sure I am not disturbed," commands Croc.

“As you wish sir," replies Ko as she bows before departing, Ko gives one last glance at us from over her shoulder as the door closes behind us.

“ __I've learned so much from him, and we're alone. Those guards only guides us into the facility, but I am in his element and damaged, attacking him would be foolish, and… there is so much more I can learn from him," thinks Crisis.

“Now Crisis, would you be so kind and go over there so we can begin," commands Croc as he points towards the robotic arms.

“As you wish Master Croc," replies Crisis with a bow as she walks over to the robotic arms. “ __Okay Crisis you can do this_ …_ you are just going to your nemesis who is such an idiot, give you a few upgrades and with them, you'll see if we can defeat him, but till then remain calm," thinks Crisis as she reaches them and turns around. “Like this?"

“Perfect," says Croc with a sly smirk as the robotic arms quickly grab Crisis, holding onto her around the shoulders, waist, arms, legs, neck within seconds, and shortly thereafter lift Crisis two feet up into the air, all the while Crisis shows not an ounce of resistance.

“Are you just going to update me into this new prototype form just like that?" asks Crisis.

“You mean if I am just going to run some program to turn you into my back up body? No. This is my back up body we're talking here. I want to take my time and go through this step by step; you never know what ideas might come into my head as we do this."

“In other words you are doing this by the seat of your pants?!"

“Not completely, part of the design has already been done by me and the only other person I trust enough to look at my design."

“Really now?"

“Yup, but first lets get you out of that armor, that damaged exoskeleton of yours just won't do," remarks Croc as Crisis' body suddenly goes limp, Crisis' internal HUD notifies her that her body has been disabled.

“What just happened?" asks Crisis as she hears her own voice being projected by hidden speakers within the room.

“Don't worry, I just turned off your motor functions for now. I can't have you moving as I work, and as for your voice, I have it being transmitted through the speakers in the room so you can talk as I work. Is there… any problems?" asks Croc with a smirk.

“There is no problem Master Croc, just warn me next time? I want to assist in any way that I can. I might see something that you don't or catch a mistake before it become problematic."

“I knew picking you for this was a good idea. You're so dedicated and helpful to the cause."

“But of course, Master Croc."

“And not just mindlessly obedient."

“I'll take that as a compliment… I think," comments Crisis as a set of plasma cutters slide out of wall compartments. Sparks start to fly as they cut away through Crisis' outer armor. Crisis' HUD informs Crisis of the damage being done to her outer shell as the red, green and black pieces of metal fall to the floor piece by piece with a metallic clank, revealing Crisis' silver metal skeleton body that not only provides protection to Crisis' systems but also helps provide her with her shape and ability to move just like an organics' skeletal structure.

Automated cleaning bots come in and slide the fallen metal pieces off to the side into a set of trash receptacles. Crisis' optics frazzle and become hazy for a few seconds as the plasma cutters cut away her head's outer shell. Croc reaches and removes Crisis' red head crest gem, taking it out of its socket with a bit of a tug. The red gem turning blue the second its pulled out.

Crisis' eyes watch the gem and Croc's reaction who appears to pay no attention to the gem's color change as he places it off to the side on a nearby table which has an array of various tools. A set of wires move from above and attach themselves to the back of Crisis' head as she detects her systems being scanned by the new connection.

“You have an interesting array of weapons," remarks Croc as he looks at a small two foot tall holographic projection of Crisis' systems that is constructed from the recent scans made.

“You like?"

“Yup, I am surprised you didn't use the nanite injectors or your diamond tipped reinforced claws against me, it could have taken me by surprise."

“Well I didn't want to over do it now…" replies Crisis.

“I see…" replies Croc as he rubs his chin as the machines peal away the pieces to Crisis' jumper boots and electro-blades. The electro-blades specifically are taken apart and placed off to the side table, while the jumper boots on Crisis' shins are taken elsewhere by an automated machine.

“A lot of interesting features built into your body, I think I'll at the very least incorporate those blades, they look like they can come in handy," comments Croc moves the electro-blades over to a nearby machine which disassembles and scans each bit of Crisis' electro-blade device over the next fifteen minutes, while the last vestiges of Crisis' outer body is removed.

“Diamonded tipped claw? Very nice, but these won't work for what I need, but at least those nanites poisoned fangs and sickle claws, I can work with," says Croc as he looks over Crisis' silver metal exposed body as she is held completely helpless to whatever Croc has planned. Croc's tail swishes behind him as he leans forward closely inspecting parts of Crisis as he rubs his chin… “Hmm… well these will just have to go, there's nothing I can do about them," states Croc.

“What has to go?" asks Crisis as the robotic hands and cutters move towards Crisis joints. First a set of powered screw drivers remove several bolts from Crisis' joints before the plasma cutters move in to slice through any fused areas between Crisis' limbs and torso, which cause her limbs to fall to the ground with a loud clank and thud before they are quickly swept away.

“Those," chuckles Croc as he gives Crisis a sly smirk.

“But I like those, they… I am… was very attached to them," says Crisis as the machines shortly thereafter detach Crisis' tail from the rest of her body, her tail falling to the ground to meet the same fate as the rest of her limbs.

“They won't be able to support your future design, it will be easier to craft new ones," explains Croc as he looks over Crisis' torso and head as he hums for a few moments rubbing his chin for a moment before the machines start to remove parts of Crisis' internal skeleton, the machines detaching bit by bit, revealing more of Crisis' sensitive and vulnerable wires and hardware.

“Since I'm replacing that much, might as well replace the whole frame, it'll look and function much better that way."

“No offense Master Croc but why did you need a volunteer to do this? At this rate you'll be building a whole new body from scratch," remarks Crisis as she watches more and more of her body being stripped away. With the skeletal structure removed, all that remains of Crisis are some wires, tubing, and internal components that only have a vague shape of what Crisis once was. Only Crisis head which has a slight spherical shape with her optics attached to her main processing core, and her oval torso with lose wires hanging underneath give some idea that this is a 'body' of any sort. The scene looks closer to some kind of robot horror show than anything else.

“Nope, this is better and more fun," says Croc with a sly smirk as Crisis' body is lowered so Croc can look directly into her eyes as he rubs his chin again. “Those will have to go too; they just won't do for what I desire."

“What is it this time?" asks Crisis as her eyes give off a soft whiz noise as they adjust to look at Croc.

“Your eyes, they just don't have what I need," replies Croc as a set of machines remove the connection between Crisis' optics and the rest of her body. The process happens within seconds but only leaves Crisis blinded for a more moment as her vision returns but not from her own perspective but from two separate cameras that are watching Croc work on her body from opposing angles, giving Crisis a complete view of herself as its dismantled.. The process happens so fast that Crisis gets to see her eyes hit the ground and quickly swept away by the automated machines.

“Are you almost done pruning my body Master Croc? And thank you for giving me some vision while this is going on, it's appreciative."

“Just about, and you're welcome," replies Croc as he looks at one side of what remains of Crisis' body and then the other.

“Those nanite factories in your chest could be more efficient. They're pretty good, but not worthy of being part of MY body now," states Croc as he uses power tools and cutters to dig into Crisis' wire mess of a body to detach and remove her four separate nanite factories, two in her chest, one in her middle torso and the last and largest in the lower torso. The nanite factories drip a silver metallic gel that helped create her nanites. The four factories are dropped to the ground and swept aside like everything else.

_ “ My nanites —,"_ thinks Crisis as she watches her factories being removed, her own thought is cut off as she recalls her thoughts are being streamed into the speakers, “Doing a good job so far Master."

“Why thank you, I do marvelous work don't I?" replies Croc as he uses his hand to point to himself. Croc looks over Crisis again and says, “Before I forget, we'll remove that relay of yours, you'll need a more sophisticated one like mine." Croc grabs a nearby tool which automatically attaches, deactivates and removes her relay . “Don't worry, your mind will still be connected and streamed to the speakers and cameras. But I'm afraid you're temporarily disconnected from everything else."

“What a shame," replies Crisis with sarcasm.

“Not a fan of my relays?"

“No, I find them quite enjoyable. They keep me up to date with everything I need to know, but being updated by the great Master Croc, I am not going to miss that old relay."

“This is true… lastly we'll remove this, and this, and this, that too, all of this I will have a better version made," says Croc as he points to various parts of Crisis' torso and head as bit by bit more of Crisis' body is removed, leaving almost nothing save a few core pieces of Crisis' person. “There we go, now we can begin constructing the new me."

Croc walks back and forth for as he thinks before he heads over to a computer which Crisis is unable to see what's on it from her current perspective. “Now that I made some room in your body, we can turn your current power core into a back up as I'll give you a more efficient new one," explains Croc.

Crisis hears the pitter patter of Croc's typing as a moment later she hears a hum as the silver liquid metal from one of the tanks flows through the tubing and into one of the metal boxes. Crisis watches from one of her cameras as the box opens up and reveals a glowing pulsating red spherical power supply. On e of the robotic arms picks it up and moves it towards Crisis' torso.

Croc returns to her body and attaches new wires and tubing to the power supply as Crisis' systems feel the surge of energy from now two power plants humming in her body. Croc continues to tinker with her body as her internal systems inform her that her original power supply is put into a standby back up mode as her new one takes over the primary function of keeping her powered.

Once attached, the silver metal tubes pump into the boxes once again, this time creating small streamlined nanite factories. Unlike the block factories that Crisis had, each of the six pieces made were shaped to fit within Crisis' body shape. For example the two factories on Crisis sides are shaped to fit her partial hour glass figure, while the ones for her chest are shaped to fit the contours of her future body, making more efficient use of space within her body. As they are connected and installed into Crisis' body, she could instantly tell that each of these factories are two to four times as powerful as her original big lower gut factory, but weighed significantly more than her old ones despite their smaller size.

“What do you think? Like what I've done thus far? Not that you have a choice in the matter for what I do."

“I will say this, I am glad I was talked into showing up to your inspection today," remarks Crisis.

“As am I," replies Croc trailing off as he goes back to the computer panels again. “There is another major piece of your hardware that I'll need to update before we can continue building you into my prototype body."

“What's that?"

“And ruin the surprise? Hardly, but you'll see soon enough," replies Croc as both cylinders of liquid metal begin to bubble and after a few minutes Crisis sees two silver hollow spheres. The crevices on the outside have a soft red glow through them like small pulsating rivers. As Croc picks these two objects up, the light catches the inside of one of the two sphere halves and Crisis can see millions if not billions of connective wires ready to latch onto something.

Crisis calmly keeps control of herself as Croc places these two objects on a nearby table. He places them flat so the spherical sides are pointing upwards. There Croc tweaks and adjusts the outer shell of these devices as he connects wires to them and runs a series of diagnostic checks.

“I didn't see you run a check on the other pieces," comments Crisis.

“They aren't as important and delicate as this is, I have to make sure it was built correctly," replies Croc as the diagnostic check goes through, Crisis feels a sense of anxiety as a set of robotic hands move towards Crisis' head and start to dethatch her robotic brain, which is about the size of a closed fist, from the rest of her body.

Crisis looks at her own soft blue glowing sphere of a brain, as all the wires are detached and her internal systems inform her that her mind is now running on a small internal back up battery which is good only for an hour.

“What happens when my battery runs out?" asks Crisis.

“Don't worry, this won't take that long," replies Croc as he grabs Crisis' empty head and uses a set of tools to remove the internal protective cage that housed Crisis' brain. A new and larger cage is crafted from the nearby boxes and installed into Crisis' head.

Crisis feels her anxiety build within her, as Croc grabs and literal holds Crisis's mind in his hands. He looks over the brain for a moment before letting the machines grab it once again. Croc looks at the nearby computer outside of Crisis' field of vision before he detaches the wires from the two shells. Croc grabs the two pieces and moves them towards Crisis' brain. The two halves closing around perfectly around Crisis' mind, the line between the two fading away as Crisis' new robotic brain which is now twice as big as before is lowered back into its new protective cage.

“Is this a way to double my intelligence?" asks Crisis with a feigned chuckle.

“More like twenty, by increasing the volume of your brain by a factor of eight, you have far stronger computing powers, not a bad upgrade if I say so myself. I can't have my back up body to be any less efficient as my primary one," explains Croc as he looks up at one of the cameras with a sly smirk as Crisis starts to feel a tingle in her mind.

The wires start to attach and combine Crisis' outer brain to her inner one. Slowly she feels the two pieces merge together and as the merge becomes more complete, Crisis feels as if a veil over her thoughts was being lifted, a veil, a haze that she didn't even know existed till it was removed.

Crisis feels her thoughts formulate and react faster to the events happening before her with a real time efficiency that made her old 'real time efficiency' look like it was lagging behind reality for a week. Crisis runs a self diagnostic on the new brain and doesn't note any alteration to her programming or how she computes her data, but now she can compute and handle larger tasks faster and better than before.

“Doesn't that feel better?" asks Croc as the bigger brain is reconnected to her body.

“Much better Master Croc."

“Now for your eyes," says Croc.

The whole process starts up again as the silver liquid metal is pumped into the two boxes. After some time they open up revealing Crisis' new optics, the machines grab them and after a few quick automatic diagnostic checks done via wires connecting to the eyes, they are moved and attached to Crisis' head. Once attached Crisis' vision returns to her true point of view but the level of definition and clarity is far above what she had. She also notes that her eyes still have her other vision modes along with a couple of new ones. “This are coming along smoothly I must say, it must be due to my immense genius," states Croc as he buffs out his chest and points to himself with his right hand.

“Yeah… that must be it," remarks Crisis with a chuckle.

“Yes, I know it's hard to stand in the presence of my greatness for very long," remarks Croc.

“At the moment I can't stand at all," replies Crisis with another chuckle.

“That's true, you really let yourself go, you are just a pile of circuits, let's see if we can work to pull yourself back together."

“Funny," remarks Crisis as Croc only replies with a smirk. Crisis watches as new wiring and skeletal structure is built much like the other pieces of her body that came before.

“Hmm, I think I'll do some adjustments here and here," comments Croc as the machines build more parts of Crisis' inner workings, attaching various parts to Crisis; body as it starts to take shape. Her head and main body looking feminine with her raptor like qualities once again. The machines continue to hum away as they craft more of Crisis' basic body, arms, hands, legs, feet, each crafted along with a new set of wires and motors to control each of the pieces. They are steadily attached and made part of Crisis' body workings once again, but her mind at the moment isn't able to make heads or tails of the new connections.

“What about my tail?"

“Miss it? Don't worry we'll get you a new one soon enough," remarks Croc as that was the very next thing made.

“I almost missed that not being made," comments Crisis.

“Don't worry, you won't be missing much of anything now," remarks Croc as other parts of Crisis' skeleton are molded and attached onto Crisis' body. Sparks fly as the machines work as slowly Crisis' new body starts to take shape.

Crisis attempts to figure what her new body is going to look like but it's all for naught as she only gathers glimpses of some of the items attached to her. Her mind slowly pieces together her new hardware, finally putting the pieces together as she notes that she still has a female body shape and some notable design changes to her overall form.

“And before we finish your head…" comments Croc as a new relay is molded; one that Crisis only gets a glimpse of before it's attached to her systems. Crisis feels a sense of worry of what this unaltered relay could do to her.

Crisis feels the new relay attach and install itself into Crisis' body. Crisis would cringe if she could as she awaits for Croc's obedience programming to stream into her mind unhindered as it does its traditional start up checks. Crisis can't even mentally voice her own concerns as she's connected. Crisis hangs helplessly as she prepares to do what she can to handle the incoming obedience program but then she notices that the relay itself is already filtering out any and all of Croc's obedience programming.

“That's interesting…" comments Crisis as she secretly gives a sigh of relief, but then also worry that maybe this is just a ruse to make her think that obedience programming isn't installed into her.

“What You think I'd install just any old relay device into you? I don't need to have my own obedience programming checks installed into myself."

“Of course not, but isn't that a bit of a risk?" asks Crisis.

“Why? I can program you anytime I want, you asking I should do that now?" asks Croc with a sly smirk.

“No, I'm good master Croc, asides you don't want me to be a mindless yes bot minion now, don't you?" asks Crisis.

“I don't know… I could have a lot of fun reprogramming you," replies Croc as the machines work on building the last parts of Crisis' skeleton.

“Wouldn't that ruin the point of the prototype?"

“True, I need someone like me to test this out," replies Croc as he walks away from Crisis and goes back his computer as the machines start to mold and craft Crisis' body armor. “How does a prototype back up body work?" asks Crisis.

“Simple, you do what you do, test it out through your everyday use and duties that I give you, and if anything should happen to me, you get the honor of me taking over your body," explains Croc with a smirk, “I hope there isn't a problem with that?"

“None at all. I'll just have to work hard to not need to experience such an honor, for if something happened to you that required me to be your new body, I must have done something wrong to not protect you Master Croc," remarks Crisis as Crisis can see some of the silver metallic armor plates pass before her field of vision before being welded onto her body. More sparks fly as they are pushed and pressed onto her body steadily giving Crisis her new full and complete body shape.

“I believe it's always good to properly motivate your workers, gets the best job done possible," comments Croc as Croc hand crafts and works on Crisis' electro-blades as they are then attached to her arms before the armor plates are put into place.

“How's it going?" asks Crisis as she sees Croc grab her blue square gemstone and place it back into her head.

“Getting there…" replies Croc as he types a few things into the nearby computer as the robotic arms move Crisis to the remodeling pod. Crisis' still limp body is placed in the center, her feet clamped into place as the robotic hands and devices release her and for the first time since this began she could move on her own.

“Let me guess paint job next?" asks Crisis from her own unaltered voice.

“That and some program updates," replies Croc as the device closes around Crisis.

“ __Program updates? Relax Crisis, you can handle this, you've done well thus far. He has greatly improved your body, there's nothing to worry about," thinks Crisis as the pod hums to life as it closes around her. Nozzles spray metallic paint that clings to her body as she's sprayed head to toe. As she feels the paint being dried via oven hot temperatures, wires connect to the back of her head like before when she got her nanite training.

Croc's updates for Crisis stream into Crisis memory banks and the moment they are in they are self installed into her programming. Crisis twitches in the pod as she feels the new program update her systems and controls over her body. All the new features and specifics of her body are made clear to her and everything she needs to know about her new body and hardware are installed into her after an hour in the pod. The pod hisses open as Crisis walks out of the pod, revealing her new completed self to Croc.

“Hmm… hmm…" says Croc as he rubs his chin as he paces around.

“How I look?" asks Crisis as she gives an initial glance over her body. Her wrist blades became slightly more streamlined and were painted red, her hands in a lovely shade of black with contrasting white metal fingers. Crisis looks at the palm of her hands and sees two circle glass screens, the area of contact for her miniaturized roboticizers.

“Fantastic," remarks Croc he walks around Crisis. Crisis looks down at herself and notices that her sickle claw is no longer in the center of her foot but now placed as an inner toe, much like a natural raptor.

“I do find the new placement of the sickle claw to be better. I was born with a genetic anomaly that had my claw in their odd place, which was carried over in my roboticized body."

“I was wondering about that, but I didn't want to ask. I do find the more natural placement to be better and they still have the same nanite injection as before with their own nanite factories built into your feet. Your claws are no longer diamond tipped but now can extend hacking wires to infiltrate and reprogram disobedient machines," explains Croc.

“I did notice these and other changes in my change long, no need to inform me Master Croc."

“I don't have to, but I want to… Crisis 2.0," says Croc as Crisis turns to Croc.

“Crisis 2.0?"

“It's a new version of you. It only makes since."

“And what version are you?" asks Crisis.

“A robot never reveals his version. It's like asking how old they are, just not proper," replies Croc as Crisis moves in front of a nearby mirror and looks over her new form.

“I'll keep that in mind; just don't call me Crisis 2.0, just plain Crisis is good with me," replies Crisis as she first looks over her new head. Her sleek raptor head design is similar to as before; the head curves move downward then curl upwards like before and her feathered crest by her red square gem is gone, replaced by a crest that's shaped similar to Neo Robia's symbol except it has two more points on the top at equal height, one on each side of the main point. The head crest is also colored in a lighter green color than the rest of her green robotic body. Crisis' red eyes take note of a pair of white spikes shutting from her shoulder blades. She then looks over her female chest, the light green metal is covered by an open top and open belly black latex vest, with white latex outline. The two sides of the vest come together at the center of her chest by a glowing red gemstone.

“It's easier to call you Crisis anyway."

“Um so where did this latex vest come from… wait a second… now I know," remarks Crisis.

“Did you think all those nanite factories were for nanite production? One produces latex outfits for you; I preprogrammed this number for you. It looks rather nice, don't you think?" asks Croc.

“It's a bit of a surprise but it does look nice," replies Crisis as she continues to study her body. Past the latex vest around her waist is a set of black metal marked with Croc's red symbol in the front center of her body. Further down past her smooth green metallic Crotch down to her legs where her legs and torso meet is another circle of black metal. A section of her inner thighs are also painted in black metal, standing out to her green legs, and as she looks down to her knees she sees another set of Croc symbols right on her knee caps which also has black stripe of metal separating the spot from her upper legs and lower legs. Down four-fifths the length her shins are six segmented red metal stripe on each leg. Lastly her feet are a black metal, with her green claw tips, save for her sickle claw which is a Chaos Croc red.

“Good, you don't have a choice in that anyway… but I must say," says Croc as he walks around her again, “I do fantastic work. You lost your jumping ability, but with the overall lighter and stronger skeletal and armor design. You're stronger, quicker and more agile than to your old self, a much fitting back up body than your old self," remarks Croc.

“Excellent… so now what?" asks Crisis.

“We're going to run some tests to see if everything works out. I even have some organics lined up to give those roboticizers a good test drive."

“Sounds like fun," says Crisis with a smirk as she follows Chaos Croc out of the room. Crisis 2.0 is ready to test her stuff and see just how much Croc's changes have affected her.