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Chapter 9 Preparation for Infiltration

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“Crisis, I really think this is a bad idea,” says Joshua as he and Crisis are still at the ‘secret’ base along with Crisis’ R&D team to help hammer out the plan.

“You worry too much Joshua. Are you afraid I’m going to fail and you’ll have to become the new me?” asks Crisis with a smirk. Crisis’ tail flicks behind her as she sifts through various robotic parts in a silver steel crate.

“N-no… it’s not that… it’s just I don’t want to see you as a minion of Croc’s that’s all.”

“True, there is a chance that could happen, but we have little choice do we? We need to solve the issue now while we have time before we have to take really drastic measures.”

“Drastic measures? And this isn’t drastic enough?!”

“Crisis is right Joshua. The risks with this plan are great, but the rewards are greater. According to my calculations there is only a twenty percent chance she’d succumb to Croc’s nanites in that week,” says AI.

“And what would happen say she couldn’t leave right away and had to stay longer?”

“Depending on the length of time, she could stay upwards to a month with only a twenty percent chance of remaining free of Croc’s control,” replies Crisis.

“Only a twenty percent chance?! That’s insane, that’s not worth the risk!”

“Relax, relax,” says Crisis with a robotic sigh as she looks over her should before back into the box as she digs through it a bit longer. “It’s not like I plan to stay there that long anyway, not without a good reason. I’m not stupid, now I know the risks involved of me getting captured, but the risks not doing this are far greater, as I’ve said a hundred times before. We need to have an army that can fight Croc on the same level as his, and that requires an army like his, maintained in a similar fashion, and in time, possibly even more effectively, but first we need to know how it works, got it?” asks Crisis as she looks over her shoulder again at Joshua.

“Y-yes I got it Miss Crisis,” replies Joshua with a heavy sigh.

“Ah here it is!” remarks Crisis as she pulls out a small cylindrical device from the pile and holds it in her claws. “The last piece we need to get this going, and the one piece I need you to install,” says Crisis as she turns to face Joshua.

“Wait me? Why me… and what piece are you… wait is that one of Croc’s relays?”

“Yes it is. It is this device that allows Croc to relay information to his minions not to mention updates like obedience programs. I want you to install this into me, with a few modifications of course to ensure I remain fully under my own free will. And I want you to do it because I trust you more than anyone else to get it done properly and in a timely manner.”

“I’ll do my best Mistress Crisis,” says Joshua as he takes the device. “If you don’t mind Crisis I will need your own relay. It will mean you’ll be cut off from your forces sooner than you’d like, but I’ll need yours in order to complete the task.”

“Very well, C-0001… Arissa, when my relay is taken out I want you to be my relay while I am here and later you work with Joshua in my stead while I am gone.”

“As you wish Mistress Crisis,” replies Arissa with a bow as Crisis looks back to Joshua.

“Let’s get this over with; don’t take too long now,” commands Crisis as she walks over to her personal maintenance bay that is set in a private room next door. Joshua and Arissa follow right behind her as Crisis approaches a silver metal chair in the center of the room. The door behind them instantly locks as Crisis turns to sit down. Sensors and wires connected to the chair instantly detect Crisis’ presence as nearby computer monitors light up giving out the basic information of Crisis’ body. A half a second later a lights illuminate the room revealing a nearby set of tools each designed to work with Crisis’ body for her maintenance.

“To let you know I will need both relays for a while, to make them compatible and put in built in and programmed filters for you. Don’t want to half-ass the job now,” says Joshua as grabs one of the refined tools and starts to remove a panel built seamlessly into the back of Crisis’ head.

“That’s fine I can wait,” remarks Crisis.

“I’d find it easier to work if I could sit down and do this with a bit of silence. Its delicate work and if you stand there and wait, it will make me feel uneasy and I might accidently mess something up. Can I just call you when it’s ready,” asks Joshua as a moment later he manages to remove the relay device as Crisis gets an internal message in her HUD stating that she’s lost connection to her network.

“Don’t worry Crisis, I’m ready to relay all your commands,” says Arissa with her soft blue glowing eyes. Arissa’s silver blue metallic female raptor body shines nicely under the lights as Crisis looks up at her while she waits for Joshua to put the panel back into place.

“I know you will,” replies Crisis.

. “There we go; I’ll let AI know when I am done, you may do whatever you want till then.”

“That bothered if I stay and watched?” asks Crisis as she pulls herself out of the chair, as the monitors automatically shut off.

“Of course not Mistress, I’d just be too distracted by your greatness that I won’t be able to be efficient with this very delicate work,” explains Joshua.

“I see, very well, we do have a schedule to keep,” says Crisis as she motions Arissa to follow her. “We’ll do a last round of the place to make sure everything is in order and get you used to relaying my commands. Though you’d have to be patient with the Joshua he is organic and may not be able to keep up, so it will be your job to assist him.”

“Yes Mistress Crisis,” replies Arissa with a bow.

“He needs to get used to commanding, because if I fail he’ll be the new me.”

“Yes Mistress Crisis,” she replies as Joshua as gulps as he sits down at a work bench and starts to fiddle with the two devices.

Joshua watches the two machines leave as he goes to work, pulling down a large magnifying glass to assist him as he gets to work. “Making these two into one isn’t going to be easy… nor is…” mumbles Joshua as he pulls out a small glass vial from his pocket. Inside suspended in the center is a small microchip. Joshua looks at it and sighs as he places it down on the work bench.

“Is there anything wrong Joshua? You seem a bit… tense,” says the AI as Joshua jumps by the sudden voice.

“I am, just worried about the mission that’s all,” he says as he gets to work.

“Do you not trust Mistress Crisis and her abilities to accomplish the mission?”

“I do, it’s just I don’t trust what could happen that even Mistress Crisis may have trouble dealing with..”

“Crisis knows the dangers of this mission. She wouldn’t do anything too rash, trust in her. Asides if she fails you’d take her place, what an honor that would be.”

“But I don’t want to take her place, I wouldn’t be true to Crisis or her programming,” explains Joshua.

“What does that mean? If you are programmed like her you will be like her.”

“Never mind,” says Joshua with a sigh.

“What is that chip you pulled out of your pocket?”

“This?” says Joshua as he pokes at the vial with his black claw tip, as the pace of the swaying of his brown scaled tail quickens.

“Yes that, I do not recognize it.”

“It’s a device that I may or may not need to help make these two pieces of equipment compatible work with each other. Now if you don’t mind I need some piece and quite to do this?”

“I understand,” replies AI as Joshua is left in silence. He gives another heavy sigh as he starts to work once again, his gaze every so often goes to the glass vial then back to what he is doing, “What am I to do…” he thinks.

Elsewhere Crisis and Arissa walk into a recently completed prototype weapon automation system. The system currently is working on creating new weapons for Crisis’ army. Inside are also various pods that look quite similar to Croc’s robotic programming pods that have been spotted within some of his cities.

“Before we get started on the tour why don’t we update my current look, I can’t have myself look like this when I waltz into Croc’s city.” says Crisis with a smirk as she goes over to a computer panel in front of one of the pods and after typing in a few commands the pod opens up with a soft hiss.

“Of course not Mistress,” replies Arissa as Crisis walks up to the pod and turns around before taking the last few steps backwards into it. The machine activates as the front of the pod closes down around her.

First Crisis’ notable sickle claw markings are removed from her body that is placed around her knee caps and center of her waist. They are replaced by Croc’s red and green quadrilateral symbol. The symbol is symmetrical down the center but the two sides that come to the point to the top are about twice as long as the ones at the bottom with another oval marking in the center.

Shortly after Crisis’ blue shins, wrists and markings on her shoulder are painted over with a matching Croc red. As the pant dries via heaters, Crisis mentally changes the glow of her eyes and her gem on her forehead from blue to red.

Once the paint fully dries the pod opens up with another hiss as Crisis steps out looking like a prime example of one of Croc’s robotic soldiers. Crisis looks over her body before looking at her minion Arissa. “What do you think?”

“Looks good, though I didn’t know you could change the color of your gem and eyes like that,” she replies.

“My personal nanites help with that,” responds Crisis as she walks over to Arissa, “Shall we now inspect the base before Joshua finishes up?”

“Mistress Crisis, Joshua just finished the updated relay, you may see him at your maintenance bay whenever you desire,” states AI.

“That was faster than I expected, oh well, not going to complain,” says Crisis as they head back over to Joshua.

“Wow you look…different,” says Joshua as he watches Crisis enter the room.

“Is there a problem Joshua?” asks Crisis as she walks over to him, running her cool metallic claws under his scaled snout.

“N-none at all Mistress, I was just surprised.”

“How do I look?” she asks as her claws pull away from Joshua’s muzzle as she then gives a little spin to show off her slightly modified body.

“Looks great Mistress Crisis. Croc’s forces won’t be able to tell you aren’t one of them,” says Joshua.

“I’m not a big fan of how it looks but it shall do,” she retorts as she moves back over to the maintenance chair. “You said you got the modified relay working?”

“Yes, let me get it right away,” says Joshua as he walks over to the bench, picking up the relay as the glass vial that held that chip is no where to be seen. Joshua works quickly removing Crisis’ back panel once again to install the relay device, which slides in with an audible click.

“I don’t detect anything yet,” says Crisis.

“Well you shouldn’t, we’re out of range of any of Croc controlled cities.

“I wasn’t talking about that, I meant my systems detecting the new hardware.”

“Oh that’s because it’s not active, it will self activate once you’re near one of his cities. The relays have been known on occasion to be tracking beacons, so I didn’t want to take that chance of having it activate here.”

“I knew keeping you around was a good decision,” says Crisis with a sly smirk, her red eyes giving off a soft glow as she slips off the chair. Crisis’ tail flicks behind her as her metallic feet tap against the floor as she walks by Joshua. “AI, inform the others that I shall be departing and that the airbase should prepare for my arrival.”

“As you wish mistress Crisis,” replies AI.

“Excellent,” says Crisis as she walks out of the maintenance bay.

“Are there any other commands or things I should keep track of while you’re away?” asks Joshua as he follows behind Crisis. Joshua adjusts his lab coat as his tail sways behind him as Arissa walks beside him.

“You should know what I want you to do,” comments Crisis in a slightly annoyed tone of voice.

“I know but I want to make sure and yes I know Arissa and Shasi will be there to help me, I do appreciate the trust in responsibility you are giving to me while you are away.”

“Don’t thank me too much. The higher ups would be too nervous if I left one of my robotic minions in charge. Organics can be quite worried when a robot is in charge, even more so when one isn’t as sophisticated as myself. No offense to you Arissa, but they don’t know you as well as I do.”

“None taken Mistress, if slight mistrust from organics is the price I have to pay to be a glorious machine, I’ll gladly pay it,” she responds.

“That’s what I like to hear. Now back to what you need to do Joshua. It is quite simple. I want you to make sure the new additions to our army are handled with care and love, such as those who are soon to become my minions. Don’t let them know that I am away, if anyone asks for me tell them I’m busy with preparations to fight Croc. There are a lot of things left to do with that, and be an easy explanation for my absence. Of which you will be handling those preparations while I am gone. Shasi will be in charge of helping you with that, while Arissa will be more focused on the converts.”

“Alright, and what about the maintenance problem? Depending on how long this takes some of them might be running a bit stiff including Arissa here and Shasi.”

“You will give Arissa and Shasi what they need to run at their top efficiency while I am away. And those who getting the wear and tear from lack of maintenance lessen their loads and if need be request they go into standby and storage till the problem is resolved.”

“Got it,” replies Joshua as he jots this all down onto his note pad that he kept in his pocket.

“Where are you going Miss?” asks Sasha as she seems to come out of the shadows right before the group exits the base. Sasha smiles at the group as she adjusts her oversized sniper rifle strapped to her back.

“To a truck outside that is waiting to take me to where I need to go, why do you ask?” asks Crisis.

“I am supposed to keep an eye on you Miss. I have make sure nothing bad happens to you and if I didn’t accompany you there, it would seem I didn’t care about my mission, and I can’t have that now,” she replies.

“I see. Having you along won’t be a bad idea. It will let them know I am not hiding anything… though I guess neither of us have a choice in this matter.”

“It seems so Ma’am,” she responds as she tags along as the now group of four makes its way out of the base and towards the truck which is manned by a group of Crisis’ nanites controlled organic raptor guards.

“Guess this will be good bye for now Crisis,” says Joshua as he holds out his hand.

“I’ll be back before you know it, with enough knowledge to defeat Croc, just you wait and see,” replies Crisis as she gives Joshua a quick hand shake.

“We’ll keep your plans on schedule Mistress,” states Arissa.

“I know you will,” replies Crisis as she and Sasha walk to the truck. As they get in and drive off, Joshua waves goodbye and dips his other hand into his pocket revealing the glass cylinder with the chip still inside. He drops it behind Arissa who turns around and steps on it.

“What was that?” asks Arissa as she looks down at the stepped vial.

“Sorry. I think I have a hole in my pocket. Don’t worry it’s nothing important,” explains Joshua.

“If you say so,” replies Arissa as she eyes up Joshua for a moment before the two head back inside.

Meanwhile back on the truck Crisis and Sasha sit across from each other in the back. Crisis looks over the well kept uniformed brown scaled raptor as her yellow piercing eyes glance up at Crisis every so often before it goes back to her massive sniper rifle which is laid across her lap, as she does some minor maintenance with it.

“You love that thing don’t you?” asks Crisis.

“This? Of course I do, she’s my baby,” replies Sasha as she looks over at Crisis, “Much the same way you care about your minions.”

“Hmm?” asks Crisis as she lifts an eye ridge.

“Don’t give me that. I know why you are risking yourself so much. It’s not just to defeat Croc but to look after those that you roboticized.”

“I care about my soldiers, nothing wrong with that. Without them it would just be me, and there’s only so much I can accomplish by myself.”

“Interesting.”

“What’s interesting?”

“When I first met you, with the way you have anyone call you Mistress, I figured you were some egotistical machine with delusions of being some grand empress or something crazy like that. But I see you’re a bit more down to earth than that.”

“Well of course I am. I’m still relatively new machine, going up against a robot that had an unknown amount of time to grow and consolidate his power. If he was a push over you organics wouldn’t need me in the first place. If I rush in there like I am now, I’d really become one of his minions.”

“That’s what I figured,” says Sasha with a smirk. “So why do you have everyone call you Mistress?”

“Why not? They are my machines after all,” explains Crisis with a smirk.

“True,” replies Sasha.

“I have to keep my authority over them and show them whose boss.”

“Whatever floats your boat. Don’t get carried away with it or people will think you’re just another Croc.”

“Now you’re sounding like Joshua.”

“Oh am I now Miss?” she asks coyly.

“Don’t give me that tone. You organics think you know everything don’t you?”

“I wouldn’t say that. Only thing I know for sure is how to put a bullet into my enemy before they even suspect I’m there and by the time they hit the ground, I’m gone,” replies Sasha with a smirk. “But then what else is a sniper good for.”

“Something tells me you’d be all too happy to get the order to remove me if I became a perceived threat to our nation.”

“I would be lying if I were to say I would be sad to see you go,” chuckles Sasha.

“Not afraid I might do something in the back of this truck? Not like anyone else can see me,” asks Crisis with a sly smile.

“Is that a threat?” asks Sasha as she gently runs her claws along her rifle.

“No, merely a curiosity, it’s good to know how organics see me. I was created to serve you all after all.”

“Yes you do make good target practice,” chuckles Sasha as Crisis leans back and looks out the side of the truck before looking back at Sasha.

“I see you want to test my patience.”

“Maybe.”

“I’m not programmed to harm organics, it’s not my purpose. My goal is to defeat Croc by any means necessary and that’s what I will do, even if is the last thing I do.”

“We can only hope that is the last thing you do,” replies Sasha.

“And here I thought you were a polite one who respects their commanding officer.”

“I serve under you Miss and so far you have yet to show me any reason not to give you my respect, but seeing how I may never see you again, I feel as I have to speak my mind a little, it’s no secret I despise you and every one of you walking tin cans.”

“You respect me but you loathe me at the same time then.”

“Yup.”

“I see we have something in common then,” replies Crisis as she leans back and relaxes.

It takes the truck about twelve hours to reach the airbase that is nestled in the mountains. The mountains provided a natural defense for the airbase, but at the same time it provided hazards to friend or foe. Crisis watched from her seat as the forests turned into these glanderous mountains landscape. The airbase was blown right from the face of the mountain, everything was carved into the hard rock, from hangers to barracks. The flat airstrip made the howling winds blow harder and colder. The whistling of the wind overshadows everything else.

The truck stops in front of a large group of armed guards, each dressed in heavy winter clothing. As Crisis steps off of the truck she notices that general Raszer himself is here to greet her. The general’s winter clothing is more robust than the guards all of which flap in the heavy winds.

“My, my, my, I didn’t think you’d be here to see my go,” says Crisis as she walks up to him.

“Our secret weapon is about to hand itself over to the enemy; I can’t miss this now can I?”

“We’ve gone through this as to why this mission has to be done,” explains Crisis.

“I know.”

“You think you have enough guards with you?” asks Crisis.

“These guards aren’t for me, they’re for you.”

“I see my popularity is at an all time high,” sarcastically states Crisis.

“Ever since you’ve roboticized the elderly, willing or not, it’s been difficult to swallow for most military personal. Even it is for us… though I’ll admit the resources you saved us has helped us immensely to shore up some weaknesses in our defensive line” he responds.

“I can understand that and you’re welcomed,” replies Crisis as Sasha slips out of the truck and follows the group down the air strip.

“To make sure no… accidents happen. We’ve pushed forward the bombing of the target CCC target to coincide with your arrival here.”

“You just want me out of here asap, don’t you?”

“That’s the plan,” replies Raszer with a smirk as they walk into the nearest hanger, where they are greeted by a massive six engine Jet bomber. Surrounding the jet is a small army of mechanics doing all they can to get the plane ready for take off. “You’ll be riding in this one. It will be part of a twenty bomber group, aimed at one of the major cross road cities that fell to Croc fairly recently. We’ll forego using smart bombs or saturation bombing, if we level the city completely, he just might abandon it and make this mission for naught.”

“Good to know. Though you sure you don’t use smart bombs because the last time they were used on a Croc controlled City they were rather… ineffective?” remarks Crisis.

“I see you have kept yourself well informed about what’s been going on.”

“It’s what I do, I must know everything I can about my enemy in order to defeat him.”

“That’s the spirit, the sooner you defeat him the better and the sooner we can return to our days of glory… One section in the bomb bay hanger has been left clear so you can fit and wait there. This particular bomber has been ordered to open their bomb bay doors a minute early allowing you to drop and parachute in without the fear of being hit by one of our bombs.”

“Good to know, anything else I should know?”

“Your parachute is already inside waiting for you. It should be able to handle your weight from the drop, but don’t wait too long to pull the chord… not like we had time to test how much strain the chute can handle from a free falling machine.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” replies Crisis as she walks up to the massive black plane as Crisis ignores the scowling looks of the other raptors in the hanger.

“Just load yourself up in there and wait, that’s all you have to do for now.”

“I don’t even get a tour of the base before I go?”

“No time,” replies Raszer.

“Figures,” sighs Crisis as she hops onto an awaiting forklift which lifts her up into the bomb bay. The spot saved for Crisis places her head inches away from the bomber’s massive payload. As the doors start to close, Crisis spends a moment to look over her parachute and as she does she catches general Raszer looking up at her as he says.

“Good luck.”

Crisis quickly responds before the doors close, “Thanks,” Upon seeing that everything looks in working order, Crisis puts on the parachute and gets herself situated within the bomb bay. Crisis is put in almost complete darkness once those doors closed completely, the only source of light are from her own eyes and head gem. Crisis internal HUD tells her just how minimal light there is and it is thanks to her own glow of her body that her systems have enough light to still make out the world around her, “Now I play the waiting game,” she thinks.

General Raszer walks away from the bomber with his entourage, Sasha follows suit and Raszer was comfortably far away from the bomber he turns to Sasha and asks, “Did Joshua install the chip into her like I asked?”

“I’m afraid I didn’t have a moment alone in private to find out. Crisis assigned to him one of her machines to ‘help’ him be in charge. The only time he was alone when he was diligently working on Crisis’ modifications which would have given him ample time to do so.”

“I hope he did. Once the relay activates with that chip installed, we’ll be able to record everything she hears, says, and thinks. Don’t want to waste such golden opportunity to learn more about Croc… and once she’s back it will continue to monitor her, to ensure that our weapons are in working order. Don’t want any unexpected revolts happening, we have enough on her hands dealing with one crazed machine overlord,” states Raszer.

“Of course not sir. What would you like me to do while she’s on this mission?”

“Isn’t it obvious? Keep an eye on those other machines at that base. Crisis controls that base; I want to know what’s going on in there.”

“Yes sir,” she replies.

After forty-six minutes twenty-one and a half seconds of waiting Crisis feels the massive bomber start to move. The rumble of the heavy jet engines are easily felt and heard from where she, as the massive sound barely makes her able to hear the pilots go over their routine flight checks.

Crisis listens onto the conversation of the three men piloting the plane. One talks about how he isn’t a fan of their cargo, while a second cracks a joke that we’ll be dropping it with the bombs as a bright side. The third pilot comments about how he hates taking off and landing at this base, while the second pilot replies that most of the good bases are already taken and we’re lucky to have any airstrips at all.

The bomber starts to rumble violently as the plane starts to take off, the massive jet engines roaring to life, pushing the plane to its limits just to manage to take off on the windy runway. And as they take off, Crisis thinks on the city she is about to infiltrate, it is a rather famous one that she knows well. The city was a major economic hub for the country with over a six million souls living there… of course that was before the war began. Most of the civilians fled way before Croc’s armies approached the outskirts of the city. Crisis reflects the images she downloaded of the city, and that of the military reconnaissance done afterwards in order to help understand just how much or how little the city has changed once it was under Croc’s control, but the truth of the matter is she won’t fully know till she is inside the city to understand the changes he has made to it.

The flight to the target takes hours; a relatively smooth ride after the initial take off is eventually disturbed by the rumbling of anti-aircraft fire. Crisis knows they are getting close as the pop of gunpowder based weapons of their own captured military equipment is replaced by the buzz of Croc’s more advanced laser based technology. Crisis holds onto the bomb bay a bit tighter, frost that has built up onto her metallic skin breaks off, as the unique whiz of Croc’s laser guns are heard even from where she is, her tail even coiling around part of the bomb bay structure.

“Get a hold of yourself, you can’t be nervous, you weren’t programmed to be nervous!” grumbles Crisis as she goes over her systems and calms herself, her tight grip of her claws and tail slowly start to relax..

Suddenly the bomb bay doors open as the icy cold howling wind blows off what little ice remains on Crisis body. It is currently the dead of night, the ground completely dark save for the sparks of light caused by the laser AA fire.

“This is it,” thinks Crisis as she lets go and let’s herself drop out of the bomber. She looks up at the quickly shrinking bomber in the distance. She watches as a few lasers hit the plane but are quickly absorbed by it. Crisis knows that that material that absorbs those shots can only take so many before it over heats and melts, which would result in the destruction of the plane, thankfully with the mix of a black plane on a black night background and the radar absorbent paint, it makes hitting the planes extremely difficult.

Crisis pulls the parachute open as her body is tugged hard by the sudden loss in speed, some of the wires instantly snap, and after a few seconds several more do, causing Crisis to resume her free fall. Crisis wastes no time as she activates for the first time a set of electro-blades and quickly cut through the tangles wires like a hot knife through butter. The electro-blades which are activated in Crisis’ wrists is a mix of captured Croc technology and Raptorian ingenuity. The blades outer edges spark like lightning, but as soon as Crisis activates them, she deactivates them once the job is done.

Crisis quickly follows suit by opening the next chute as she watches the wires straining yet again under her weight as a few of them snap once again. “Come on hold…” thinks Crisis as the chute this time manages to hold, and her descent is slowed to an acceptable pace. Crisis looks forward at the city in the distance, as the bombs begin to light up the ground in a torrent of fire and explosions.

Crisis lands onto an abandon road towards the city. Her feet land on the road with a heavy thud, cracking the pavement. Her electro-blades illuminate her spot as she cuts away her parachute and quickly hides it into side of a nearby abandon car, one of many that litter the road.

Crisis notes she landed several miles away from the city, and so to waste no time she started to walk casually towards it, knowing that is exactly what Croc’s machines would do. Unless they had a purpose to run, they walked. One of the other curiosities about it was reports noted that Croc’s machines seemed to be laid back and casual about things, never in a huge rush unless it was urgent, even though as a machine they could easily do the job much faster. Why they didn’t was one of the many questions Crisis came here to get answered.

After a while the lights of the city turn back on, now that the threat of the bombing raid has passed. It is not long after this that a jeep comes driving by weaving in between the abandon vehicles, whizzing right by Crisis who doesn’t even flinch. The jeep hits the breaks hard and quickly turns around to shine a bright light onto Crisis and as the jeep gets closer, Crisis notices that its two robotic raptors in Croc’s colors manning the jeep and light.

“Who are you? What’s your unit Number?” they ask.

“I’m C-5219, and I’m just heading towards the city like I am supposed to. Is there anything wrong?” asks Crisis as she gives a unit number based on the robot she took this relay from.

“Why weren’t you with a convoy?” one of them asks.

“Long story short, I was lucky enough to be made into this lovely machine by one of the spiders, but before it was able to release me the organics took it down. I had to wait in there pretending to be destroyed till I could make my way out and head back to safety,” explains Crisis.

“You’ve must been traveling for sometime.”

“Quite, I just knew I had to go to the city, nothing more than that. It never crossed my mind to locate a convoy to get there any sooner.”

“Don’t worry there’s a convoy coming this way soon. We’ll get you situated so a new recruit like you can find your place quickly.”

“That would be great, thank you very much,” replies Crisis as she gives a bow, allowing her to hide her smirk as it appears her disguise is working just as she had planned…

Meanwhile Ko sits at a computer hub as she goes through various data as she grumbles to herself. “Come on where is that girl… she should have been spotted already. That mind controlled lizard better have not of lied to me,” grunts Ko as her tail twitches behind her, swishing quickly in aggravation.

“Anomaly unit found, claimed unit number C-5219. Probability of a false unit… moderate.”

“Ah there she is,” remarks Ko as she brings up the visuals from the two robots that are helping her into the jeep to take her to the convoy.

“We’ll spare forcing her to the reprogram chambers. It’ll be more interesting to see what she does… of course that is the relay programming doesn’t make her want to volunteer for the reprogram chambers the moment she walks into the city,” chuckles Ko with a sly smirk.

“Ko what areyou doing?” asks Croc as he walks into the room as Ko quickly changes up the screen.

“Nothing much, just going over the damage reports of one of your cities. Apparently it was bombed again not too long ago.”

“Really which one was it this time?” asks Croc as he rubs his chin and looks over Ko’s shoulder.

“Ah this one here,” says Ko as she types in a few things. “So far the damage seems rather minor. These raptor people don’t know when to give up, they should just accept the wonderful life you want to give them.

“Will they ever learn? Well of course they will once they’ve been hypnotized and programmed to see my greatness!” exclaims Croc.

“Of course Master Croc.”

“So why weren’t our fighters out there to meet these bombers to show them the error of their ways?” asks Croc.

“We didn’t spot them till they were just about on our city. These raptor people have rather good stealth technology for how advanced they are.”

“I see.”

“On a good note the city was about to get a recent shipment of newly roboticized minions from the front, so since none were there at the time, they received no damage.”

“That is good, though it seems I suffered some casualties from that bombing run,” states Croc as he pulls away from the screen and starts to walk away. “Oh Ko, one more thing.”

“Yes Croc?” she asks looking over her shoulder at him.

“Any new updates on this Crisis that they foolishly made to destroy me?”

“None that I haven’t already given to you.”

“I see. That is all,” says Croc as he departs.