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Chapter 12 Crisis meets Chaos Croc

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“Crisis what are you doing?” asks Hanna as Crisis turns around from a computer panel. Hanna still has her rubber French maid outfit on, her orange brown metal skin, shining softly in the lights from a not too long ago cleaning.

“Nothing Hanna,” Crisis replies as her tail cuts off the transmission.

“One moment you were behind me the next you completely disappeared. I thought you wanted a tour of the communication facility,” she says.

“I do, but I got a little curious and wondered off, sorry about that,” remarks Crisis with a smile as she walks back over to Hanna.

“Thank you again for taking me on this tour. Everything I see here is just so fascinating,” she comments as she follows Hanna down the hallway passing by machines and organics who are busily working.

“Don’t mention it. I’ve heard from Sherrie how hard you’ve been working recently so giving you this little tour is the least I can do for you.”

“Really?”

“Oh yes, Sherrie compliments no one, so when you asked for a tour of this place, I couldn’t say no.”

“I really do appreciate it; it’s been quite helpful,” replies Crisis with a smile, “Sorry about wandering off though.”

“You should be careful about going off on your own. Some places are restricted and if you are caught there, they will do tweaks to your programming to ensure you don’t cause any trouble.”

“Just like that? Just change up ones programming for being there?”

“Master Croc doesn’t take any chances. If he thinks there is a rogue robot in his midst he has no qualms about reprogramming.”

“And here I thought he like to keep the roboticized as close to their original selves as possible.”

“He does, and even when reprogramming he tries to keep to that essence there, but he’s not stupid.”

“Why do you think that is?” asks Crisis.

“I always guessed that he prefers personality and diversity over his minions rather than mindless automatons. At least that why I think it is.”

“There is also a benefit to have diversified minds, having different outlooks on a problem is often the best way to solve it,” comments Crisis.

“Agreed.”

“Now Hanna, why do you keep telling me I should be dressed as a maid…”

“You should, when Croc visits today, a maid outfit will help draw his attention to you.”

“Yeah… still not going to doing that, but what do you know about this selection process? I’m trying to get more information about it from our daily downloads, but I have come up with nothing. How is it that you know so much about it?”

“You don’t know? That’s strange, the others do, or maybe it was in an upload you weren’t a part of, or maybe your relay is faulty, you should get it looked into to be safe.”

“Since today I have a forced day off of work, I’ll get it done when I go back tomorrow.”

“Since you’re not receiving the information I’ll just tell you. Apparently the raptor organics have built some kind of machine to fight Croc.”

“Those organic fiends,” remarks Crisis with a soft growl and fist clench.

“It’s not the first time Croc has had a nemesis, but he takes each and every threat very seriously no matter how minor it could be. How he is going to prepare for this, I do not know. All I know is he’s looking for a roboticized raptor from this planet and I think you are a prime example of a fine robotic raptor and that you should go for the good of the country. He plans to do his inspection at the second maintenance facility in only a few hours, you really should get ready and head over there now.”

“I really don’t know… do you think I’d be a good candidate? What if he asks me something? He is master Croc, what could I possibly say to stand out?”

“You’ll be fine, just do your best and when the time comes you’ll know what to do.”

“You think so?” asks Crisis.

“I know so. Also it’s not every day one gets to see Master Croc. I’ve only had the pleasure of seeing him with my own two eyes only once before, and I’ve been in service to him for years.”

“Is that so? Tell me about him, so if I do decide to go I know what I am dealing with.”

“Oh it was years ago, before Croc started his invasion of this planet. I was on vacation visit Neo Robia…” says Hanna as she starts her story. Meanwhile Chaos Croc is currently busy with his own thing

“Ko where are you?!” groans Croc as he wanders down the hallway as Ko suddenly pops out of one of the rooms.

“Right here sir!” she responds giving him a salute as she wears his green, black and red tight form fitting uniform covered in Croc’s markings. She stands there in her rubber uniform with matching green, black and red high heel shiny spotless latex boots.

“There you are! Where have you been? Do I need to put a mind control tracking collar on you again?” asks Croc with a glare.

“No, and you know how those collars always chafe my fur,” she replies with a smile.

“You’re supposed to be helping me pick out one of these raptors for my new model. You know all these damn raptors look the same to me; I need you here to help me, not prancing about doing whatever it is that you do.”

“Sorry sir, I had to take a call.”

“Call from whom may I ask? Who could be so important that what they have to say is more important than this? Hmmm?” asks Croc as he holds his hands behind his back and rocks back and forth as he speaks in a sarcastic tone of voice.

“The spy we sent to find out more about this Crisis person.”

“I don’t see how that’s so important. She’s just another machine bent on my destruction, what else is new? She’d join me like all the others that came before her doing the special job I’ve given them with much glee and happiness.”

“Cleaning the sewers in a maid outfit?”

“Bingo, though if she puts up a good enough of a fight, I just might let her clean my royal chambers instead”

“Always the kind hearted one sir.”

“I know, I know, I’m too soft for my own good. Anyway, the volunteers coming to me haven’t been that outstanding. After all the trouble these raptors have been given me, I thought at least one of the ones I roboticized would be a little bit interesting, but so far they are all boring. Obedient and loyal which is great but no jazz to them at all,” explains Croc with a sigh.

“Don’t worry sir; I’m sure the next city will have some better picks for you. It’s closer to the front so a lot of the new recruits there are very recent and seeing these are the raptors that lasted the longest with the most continuous vigor against you, there is bound to be someone there to grab your attention.”

“If you say so,” replies Croc with another sigh. “Lets get this over with; is the teleportation gate there set up yet?”

“Not yet, we’ll have to fly.”

“Fly? That’s so retro… hope the airline serves me more than just peanuts,” remarks Croc as he and Ko make their way down the hallway. A few hours later just as Croc’s plane lands on the far side of town, Crisis and Hanna make their way to the second maintenance facility where already a large group of mostly female raptors have congregated.

“Now that I look at it… maybe it was a good idea you didn’t dress up as a maid,” comments Hanna as she and Crisis push past dozens of machines and organics that have come to catch a glimpse of Croc and to see the large congregation of robotic raptors.

“What makes you say that? The fact that all of them are welded into French Maid outfits?!” remarks Crisis.

“Yeah… I really didn’t think they’d all do it, but you’d still look good in one though,” comments Hanna with a grin.

“Not happening,” replies Crisis as the entrance to the second maintenance facility, which still has signs of its former purpose of a junk yard and an abandoned industrial complex with half constructed buildings that are now being completed and refitted for their new purpose.

A set of armed guards guard the entrance of the facility as they check over each volunteer before giving them entrance. Hana stands with Crisis as they stand in line, to be admitted, and as they get closer, Crisis notes a higher concentration of nanites that puts the level at the first maintenance facility to shame, and putting extra stress on Crisis own nanites.

“I’m just teasing, there’s no time now to do it anyway,” states Hanna.

“Do you know how long till Master Croc will be here?”

“I reckon not too much longer, but since they’ll still are admitting applicants he’s not here yet. They won’t allow late entries, Croc has a busy schedule to keep you know.”

“I can only imagine,” says Crisis.

“Hold it, only applicants are allowed past this point,” states a silver fox robot.

“I’m with her,” replies Hanna.

“Sorry those are the rules, only female raptor converts allowed past this point.”

“Female? Hanna you never told me he was only accepting female,” remarks Crisis.

“I didn’t think it mattered enough to mention, you are female anyway,” Hanna responds.

“True… well lets get this done and over,” says Crisis as she turns to the silver fox, “I’m here to apply for the position,” says Crisis as the silver fox eyes her for a few moments.

“Go on ahead,” he replies motioning Crisis to go inside as Hanna is left at the gate.

“Good luck Crisis!”

“Thanks Hanna,” replies Crisis as she waves goodbye to her friend as she is guided through the facility. Crisis quietly notes the innumerable guards placed at key points of the facility as she is taken to where hundreds of other female raptors are already lined up in a single row, waiting for Croc to appear. This area of the facility was part of a half built parking garage where only a few massive concrete pillars which were laid down before the project was cancelled. Crisis moves into line as she notes all the raptors wearing rubber maid uniforms, eager to impress Croc by playing towards his interests.

“I hope Croc picks me, I became a cleaning maid just to make myself stand out more. I will do anything he asks of me, as thanks for what he’s given me,” says a few raptors as they talk amongst themselves, Crisis overhearing the conversations as one of the raptor maids leans over to Crisis and whispers, “You didn’t dress for success today?”

“Yeah…. I didn’t have time to do that,” replies Crisis as she gives the raptor beside her a little unsure look.

“Sucks to be you then, you’re sure not to be picked,” she replies as a low hum of a jet powered helicopter is heard growing louder and louder as it quickly moves into the open area landing with quick precision at the very front of the line. The green and red helicopter lands with wind and dust being knocked up blows and causes the maid outfits of the raptors to flap softly in the wind.

Crisis resists the urge to lean forward and look at the landing chopper. To watch as two robotic guards get out of the chopper and roll out a long red carpet that rolls a few inches in front of the line and continues to roll all the way down the entire line. Crisis eyes watch the velvet red carpet rolls in front of her.

“ __This is it, this is the first time I’ll be see him, I could get him, but the likely hood is extremely low. I have to remain calm and think this through,_ ”_ thinks Crisis as the green robotic lizard himself, Chaos Croc steps out of the chopper and onto the carpet. His hands pulled behind his back as he looks around with his red glowing eyes, his Neo Robia symbol in green welded onto his head with a red oval in the lower middle of it. Followed right behind him is a slender orange fox girl dressed in a rubber black, red, and green uniform.

“ __He looks very composed and sure of himself, I wonder what he_ ’ s thinking right now …”_ thinks Crisis as she attempts to keep her composure as she barely sees him out of the corner of her eye as she like all the other robotic raptors look forward standing attention.

Chaos Croc smiles as she looks at the long row of raptor girls all dressed in French Maid outfits as he turns his head towards Ko, “Well there’s one good thing about these raptors that I like.”

“What’s that?” asks Ko.

“They know what I like,” he chuckle as he checks over the first girl. The robotic raptor’s tail sways faster a she’s looked at. Eager to show herself to him as Croc slowly rubs his robotic chin and goes, “…not sure…”

“I’ll be the best of what you want me for Master Croc!” responds the girl.

“…Nope not this one…” comments Croc as the girl drops her head in defeat.

“Oh I hate to make a girl so eager like that sad, assign her to my third royal chambers. They could use a good cleaning.”

“As you wish,” replies Ko as she and Croc continue down the line as the first girl is led away.

“ __I wonder if he picked one already_ …_ or he could be picking more than one, or this is a multi stage selection process and she made the first cut,” thinks Crisis as each step brings Croc closer to her. Crisis’ tail swishes behind her with increased excitement? She would ponder this idea of feeling excitement if her focus wasn’t so set on her arch nemesis, her reason for existence, her one true purpose to destroy, was not drawing so closer to her.

“It could just jump him the moment he passes me, my blades would be out in a half a second, no time to stop me… then again how can I be sure it’s really him? He could be a doppelganger,” Crisis thinks as she can hear him clearer as he gets closer.

“Nope… nope… not this one, nor you…maybe you… for cleaning my chambers, lot of good looking girls here, especially in those attire. Maybe should get a few in pink with a bow on their tail, and latex, that could be good for my daily needs, but not what I am looking for right now,” remarks Croc to Ko.

“ __My god_ …_ he _’__ s a total pervert,_” thinks Crisis as Croc as he’s only a few girls away now as Croc turns towards Ko.

“I somehow doubt we’re going to find one here at this rate…” remarks Croc.

“ __His back is turned, he_ ’ s not paying attention to me, now would be a good time to strike …”_ thinks Crisis as Croc stops a half a step after passing Crisis.

“Huh? What is this,” comments Croc as he takes a step forward to stand before Crisis, his hands remain behind his back, “Why aren’t you dressed up like the others?” asks Croc.

“I felt my time was better spent than looking like I was going to apply to some cleaning job,” replies Crisis.

“You know that would only hurt your chances of being selected by me,” comments Croc as he leans forward pulling a hand forward as he rubs his chin.

“I’m not one to use some gimmick to be selected. Honestly your requirements for this are quite elusive. It’s hard to tell what you are looking for if anything in general. Forgive me for being so bold Master Croc, but as far as I can tell this selection process seems to be nothing more than some maid fashion show.”

“O’really now?”

“Yes really,” responds Crisis.

“You know you look a bit different than the others around here,” comments Croc as he straightens up before he gives Crisis a once over, as he notes her sickle claws in the center, her blue jumper boots on her shins, her large blue wrists and lastly three fingered metallic hand claws.

“I was roboticized to be an assault robot as far as I can tell,” responds Crisis.

“Assault robot eh? I don’t recall having any designs quite like you.”

“Don’t look at me, not like I’m the one that did it. It was one of your spider tanks.”

“I see… why don’t you show me what those things right there can do,” says Croc as he points to Crisis’ wrist.

“You mean these?” asks Crisis as she pulls out the two twin wrist blades with a flick of her wrists as she takes a dramatic pose. The two set of blades extend a full foot and a half from the base of her wrist blade generators. The electric blue blades crackle and spark like solar flares of the sun, but as she brings the blades together, the sparks jump between her two blades with a dazzling display of light and sound. The other machines nearby take a few precautionary steps back as moves to take a closer look at the blades.

“Very interesting,” comments Croc as he continues to rub his chin.

“ __Now would be a perfect time to strike_ …”_ thinks Crisis as she moves the blades closer to Croc.

“Mind demonstrating them to me?”

“Sure, I’ll just need something…” says Crisis as he spots one of the concrete pillars a bit behind Croc. “Do you mind if I demonstrate on that?” she asks as she points with her finger and blades to the concrete pillar.

“Be my guest,” replies Croc as Crisis grins as she then leaps into the air landing right in front of the concrete pillar. She slices her blades through the steel reinforced concrete pillar like a hot knife through butter, her blades leaving deep noticeable gashes into the pillar. Crisis leaps over and around the pillar continuously slicing through it, till after several jumps she lands on the top center of the pillar.

“That was a nice light show but—,” comments Croc as Crisis raises her finger and wags it. Crisis then stomps her foot once as the slabs of concrete slide away revealing a statue of Croc’s head crest symbol, minus the oval marking in the center.

“Quick, effective, not bad at all, but did you have to be so flashy with all those spins and flips?” asks Croc.

“What’s the point of demonstrating without a little style to go with it?” asks Crisis with a sly smirk.

“Touché,” replies Croc as Crisis flips off the statue, landing with a metallic thud, her landing kicking up a small dust cloud.

“Was that good enough for you Master Croc?” asks Crisis as she walks up to him.

“Almost, just one more thing…” states Croc with a smirk.

“What’s that?”

“Fight me.”

“What?” exclaims Ko as she takes a step back.

“What?” exclaims Crisis in unison with Ko.

“You heard right, fight me. I want to see how good you really are with those blades, to see if they are just some fancy sculpture tools or they actually serve a purpose,” explains Croc.

“You sure about this sir?” asks Ko as she looks at Croc with concern her tails flicking side to side nervously.

“I’m sure, you think I let her beat me?” chuckles Croc.

“Sure, I’ll take you up on your offer,” replies Crisis, “I can’t believe this is happening, if I can make it look like an accident, I could talk my way out of what there is to come,” thinks Crisis.

“You don’t sound all that hesitant…”

“How often can I test my skill against the great master Croc? I wouldn’t pass this chance up in a million years,” responds Crisis.

“If you really want to test yourself, you better not hold back for I sure won’t,” states Croc as he walks by Crisis and motions her to follow him to the center of the open field.

“Sir, I don’t think this is a good idea,” states Ko.

“Why do you say that?” asks Croc as he glances over at her.

“What if you get hurt… you know what, go ahead do this, doesn’t bother me at all, if you get scrapped, I’ll just be rewarded with an early retirement.”

“Good. I knew you’d see it my way” replies Croc as he turns back towards Crisis as he moves his hands behind his back. “You ready?”

“I was built ready,” she replies with a grin as she activates her electro-blades once again. The blades crackle in the air as Crisis leans forward, reading herself to start the fight. “Shall we begin?”

“It has already begun; I’m just being sporting to give you the first move.”

“Too kind Master Croc,” as Crisis uses her jumper boots to sprint towards Chaos Croc, her quick burst of speed leaves a trail of dust in her wake.

Croc keeps his proud smile as he leans and side steps to avoid Crisis first, second and third striking blows. Croc dances around Crisis’ charging attacks as Crisis desperately tries to find any method to his moves to gain the upper hand.

“That all you got?” asks Croc as Crisis lunges forward as she once again uses her jumper boots to gain that extra boost of speed. Croc for the first time grabs Crisis’ arm directing Crisis attack into a near miss as then Croc quickly follows up by throwing Crisis over his shoulder.

“Are you done yet?” asks Croc as Crisis flies through the air.

“Not even close,” replies Crisis as she flicks her tail to regain her balance in midair so she can land on her feet. “ __I’ll get him with this one!_ ”_ thinks Crisis as Croc glances over his shoulder to look at Crisis who leaps towards Croc’s exposed back. Crisis soon finds herself kissing the ground as Crock back flips to not only avoid Crisis’ attack but to land himself on Crisis’ exposed back. Crisis’ systems detect minor external damage.

“Give up?” asks Croc with a sly domineering smirk.

“I’m, just getting started,” replies Crisis as she wraps her tail around his with a yank of her tail and a push against the ground Crisis manages to pull Croc off of her. Continuing to use her grip around Croc’s tail she pulls him closer to her, her electro-blades moving to an inch of Croc’s neck when the battle finds its sudden conclusion as Crisis looks down to see Croc’s hand has punched right into her chest plate.

“Good, but not good enough. Now if you be so kind, remove your blade from my face,” commands Croc.

“As you wish master Croc,” replies Crisis as she deactivates her blade as Croc then pulls his hand away from Crisis’ chest plate. Crisis runs a quick diagnostic and notes that none of her core systems were damaged from the fight and the majority of the damage she took was to her external skin and armor.

“You did well for a rookie. You even managed to almost scratch me. Though even where you had your blades, I had more than enough time to finish you off before you could get me,” explains Croc.

“Of course, but I would never intend to hurt you Master Croc,” replies Crisis.

“Of course not, but I’ve seen enough. You’re perfect for what I need,” states Croc.

“I was about to say the same thing,” comments Ko.

“Sure you were,” remarks Croc with heavy sarcasm.

“Come with me… huh… what’s your name again?” asks Croc.

“Crisis, Master Croc.”

“Crisis eh? That’s an unusual name for your species,” comments Croc as one of the raptor maids that he selected from the line before, cleans Croc off with a cloth before he motions Crisis to follow him to the helicopter. Crisis overhears mutterings of jealousy from those not chosen as she follows Croc towards the chopper.

“My parents were odd, I’m sure you can relate,” explains Crisis as they get into the helicopter, the engine hums as it takes off as Croc replies.

“What do you mean by that?”

“I don’t know how naming is from where you are from, but Chaos Croc? Unless you picked the name, I somehow doubt that’s a typical name someone names someone. What’s next do you have some sister named Chaotica?”

“I see your point,” chuckles Croc.

“I told you this city would provide you with what you want,” comments Ko with a smirk.

“You just got lucky,” remarks Croc.

“ __There aren_ ’ t any guards in this chopper, I could try again now …_ but he _’__ s proven to be even more difficult than I ’ d imagined. Best I wait for the most opportune moment,_” thinks Crisis as she then asks, “So now that I’ve been picked, just exactly what I’ve been picked for?”

“Just a little project of mine, to ensure I stay ten steps ahead of my competition,” says Croc as he looks out the window as they reach the airport.

“Mind if I ask what kind of project Master Croc?”

“Please, Master Croc sounds so formal, call me Master, your Excellency, Mighty one, or even… Master Croc,” replies Croc as he leans back in his chair and gently touches his finger tips together.

“I think I’ll stick with Master Croc for now…” says Crisis.

“Ah, a classic choice. Ko, why are we going to the airport, doesn’t this city have a transporter home yet?”

“This city doesn’t have one yet, the bombing runs have slowed progress, and the risk being so close to the front is still a bit too high.”

“Argh, I don’t care about that, just get one built right away?”

“A teleporter… I wonder what that is about,” thinks Crisis as she shows no reaction to the conversation at hand.

“As you wish, I’ll make a note of it. I did tell you this before we flew here that the city had no teleporter,” remarks Ko as they depart the copter and board the plane.

“I wasn’t paying attention. And can you also make sure there’s a good in flight movie, the last one was boring, it didn’t have me in it at all!” exclaims Croc.

“It’s already been updated to one of your favorites, ‘The Legendary Croc vs. The Organic Hoard.”

“You know what I like,” says Croc as Crisis is greeted with a roomy plane with all but a few seats taken out and those that still remain are luxurious befitting for royalty. Ko and Croc sit near each other as Crisis sits across a table back at Croc, her tail slipping into the tail compartment with ease. Once settled in, it’s not long before the plane is cleared for take off, the engines rumbling as the plane leaves the ground within a few short minutes.

“Where are we going?” asks Crisis.

“Curious one aren’t you?” asks Croc.

“It’s in my programming.”

“I can see that, then again, it’s a reason why I picked you.”

“It is?”

“Yes. You see I plan to make back up bodies of myself, in various forms, but before I can do that, I need to test them out, and what better way to test them out is in the open field.”

“I see, and what does that have to do with me? Am I going to fight against these back ups?” asks Crisis as Croc laughs in response.

“Oh no, I need someone who reminds me a bit of myself to test out the prototypes personally. And since I am basing the prototype on the raptor design, I wanted a raptor suited for such an upgrade.”

“Upgrade you say?”

“Yes, you are going to be upgraded and suited up to become one of my back up bodies.”

“ __One of his what?! Back up bodies_ …_ but then he did just beat me in combat, having one of his bodies can be a blessing in disguise. I just have to make sure I don _’__ t lose myself in the process and become his back up,_” thinks Crisis as she responds. “It is an honor to be considered for such a prestigious project.”

“Oh you flatter me, please continue,” says Croc with a grin.

“Best not, otherwise we’d have to land the plane because we’ll have no room to fit his ego and the rest of us here,” remarks Ko.

“You’re no fun,” comments Croc.

“Where are we going anyway? Some secret underground facility where you keep and produce your top secret weapons?” asks Crisis.

“Hardly, but we are going to a place that’s far safer than that.”

“Oh? What’s that?’

“Going home to my city, Neo Robia,” says Croc as Crisis just realized she is about to be taken to the very heart of Croc’s empire, all that Crisis can currently hope for now with her slightly damaged body that she can handle it, and not leave the city like so many of others that came before her… as one of Croc’s minions.