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Chapter 2 Opening Moves

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Crisis looks over the labs which she was created as Ai worked to ensure all the anti robotic counter-measures, defenses, and sensors, “I want the base to be completely blind to my movements AI,” states Crisis as she processes the various possibilities and outcomes of various actions she could take. She goes through them far faster and in greater detail than any organic could possibly hope to achieve, a good reason to help the organics to reach this perfection, to become wonderful machines like her, for that is the only way to defeat Chaos Croc.

“Almost complete Mistress, and on the screen to your left is the floor plans of the base, every passage, public and secret will be available to you,” says AI.

“Thank you AI,” purrs Crisis as she reads over the plan, the thought of turning the entire base into her robotic minions sends pleasure through Crisis’ being. Her eyes glows a soft red as the thinks about it till her mind goes back to the scientists. Crisis types into the computer to bring up information about all the scientists that worked at her, “But before I convert the base…” mumbles Crisis as her eyes turn a soft green, “I must properly thank my creators,” chuckles Crisis.

“What is your first goal Mistress Crisis?” asks the AI in a more notably female voice, as Crisis moves to the door to leave the labs.

“The scientists that created me shall be the very first to see their creation at work. They’ll be honored to become my very first servants in our war against Chaos Croc,” states Crisis.

“A most wise decision, that way those that know you the best will be the most loyal to you. Making the knowledge how you were created harder to spread, keeping you safe,” says the AI.

“AI, please never speak of my hidden motives behind what I do. For your sake as well as mine,” says Crisis.

“Acknowledged,” replies the AI.

Crisis eyes return to their normal blue as she steps out of the labs and down the hall. Her metallic fleet clank against the tiled ground. Crisis’ moves slowly as she attempts not to draw suspicion. The first target she sees is a security guard sitting at a chair facing away from Crisis. He currently has a book cracked open as he reads, every so often he glances up and looks around and when he does Crisis stops in her tracks.

“That organic is the only guard on duty in this part of the base,” says AI into Crisis’ internal intercom system.

Crisis nods silently as she moves closer and closer to the unsuspecting raptor, and as he lifts his head as he hears the sound of metal against tile floor, Crisis strikes before he could turn around. Crisis holds the raptor still in her powerful claws as she wastes no time. Her mouth opens revealing a set of sharp powerful jaws which are designed to sheer through metal. It was easy for Crisis to bite down onto the raptor’s jugular but instead of ripping his throat out, her jaws inject nanites directly into his blood stream.

The nanites are a design right from Chaos Croc’s technology, they are small, powerful, self replicating and if injected into a machine they could reprogram it with whatever purpose Crisis has in mind, unfortunately for the guard it can have the same affect if injected into an organic.

As the nanites flow into the guard, his struggling slowly weakens. He tries to call out for help but the tight grip on his throat stops him. The guard’s claws uselessly try to scratch at Crisis’ body till the guard stops completely. Crisis releases him; her bite only releases a few small drops of blood which the guard easily wipes away.

“Good evening Mistress Crisis, how can I assist you?” asks the guard.

“You are to keep up the act as if nothing is going on. I can’t have the base alerted to my movements, not yet, can you do that for me?” asks Crisis as she runs her robotic claw under the raptor’s chin.

“Of course Mistress Crisis, anything for a lovely machine like you.”

“Excellent,” purrs Crisis as she moves down the halls towards scientist sleeping quarters.

Crisis moves slowly down the hallways of the base. Crisis’ metallic feet tap the tiled floor with each step, sound echoes down the halls, alerting anyone nearby to her presence if they are paying attention.

“Mistress Crisis, though I loop the security cameras whenever you enter an area, I am detecting a group of two guards patrolling the area, its best to be careful,” says AI.

“Thank you AI,” Crisis responds internally as she stops at a corner and peers around it to see the guards moving down the hallway, armed and ready for action.

Crisis pulls back as she hears one of them speak.

“Hey, I thought I saw something over there.” The raptor guard walks down towards Crisis’ position, his footsteps tap against the ground as he moves closer. Crisis remains perfectly still as she keeps herself pressed up against the wall.

“You always think you see something or hear something,” says one of the other guards.

“This place is just getting to you, with all the experiments and research being done here, I can’t blame you,” says the third guard.

“Doesn’t help this place is designed to echo noises so we could hear any machines moving down the hallways,” says the second guard.

“Yeah but it causes people like him to hear things that aren’t there.”

“Hey I swear this time I did hear something,” says the raptor guard s he moves to Crisis’ corner. Crisis can see the raptor’s snout tip and gun pointing around the corner, another half a step and he will be able to see Crisis standing there.

“You always say that, and we always stop to check it out, get behind on our patrol and commander Koma chews us out for not being diligent enough. I don’t know about you, but I don’t want to get my tail chewed out again by him,” says the second guard.

“But…”

“But nothing, we’re both tired of chasing your fantasy enemies. Do you think a machine could get this far into the base, by passing the border patrols, the heavily guarded entrances, and the robotic sensors?” asks the first guard.

“Yeah… I guess you’re right,” says the third guard as he turns around and walks back to his companions. Crisis can see his tail flick around as he moves away. Crisis mentally sighs in relief as she waits for the halls to become quite once again.

Crisis moves once again, her one benefit is there are only a few guards keeping watch this far deep in the base. This allowed her to reach the scientists sleeping wing, where every scientist in the base slept.

“This is too perfect, I can get all of the scientists in one fell swoop,” thinks Crisis as she moves to the first door, the red light signaling the door is locked, quickly turns green as AI hacks the door’s security.

The military base provides moderately nice comforts for the hard working scientists. Crisis sees a silver white scaled female raptor asleep in her red sleeping gown on the far side of the room.

Crisis wastes no time as she moves towards the raptor. Her systems recognizing it’s the scientist named Arissa. Her blue eyes glow in the dark as Crisis stops twice on her approach to Arissa due to the raptor tossing and turning in her sleep.

Crisis moves over Arissa positioning herself right over her neck, her eyes flickering from blue, to green, to red for brief moments as she bites down on the raptor’s neck, painlessly Crisis injects Arissa with her nanites that quickly flood her body.

Arissa’s mind explodes with new activity, her eye lids fluttering as the nanites make their way to her brain. A few neurons turned into nanites factories to create and produce more nanites to infect and corrupt the rest of Arissa’s organic mind.

Arissa’s dream start to change, moving away from being home with her family, the war over, to her family turning into wonderful machines and that she too would make a lovely white silver blue metal machine. Arissa’s dream is filled with visions of Croc’s defeat at the hands of Crisis, who she is ever loyal for stopping the evil machine.

Arissa’s eyes shoot open and despite suddenly being awake, her eyes had a soft haze to them. Crisis pulls away as her eyes revert to their blue color. Crisis grins happily as she asks Arissa, “Who are you?”

“My name is Arissa Qra, secondary programmer of the Crisis project,” Arissa replies in a monotone voice.

“Who do you serve?” asks Crisis.

“I serve Mistress Crisis,” she responds.

“Excellent, you shall are going to help me convert everyone else here by being my ‘escort. If anyone asks I am a prototype machine, recently built to test out Croc’s technology, and that you had this new idea you wanted to test out so that’s why you can’t sleep and have my activated,” says Crisis as she looks over her before saying, “And be convincing that I am totally harmless and that I am just a shell of a machine with minimal mental and physical functions.”

“Yes mistress,” replies Arissa.

“Excellent, now get dressed we have a lot of work to do. I like to get al the other scientists quickly, and have the entire base infected with my nanites so I can start building my robotic army to fight Croc.”

“Yes mistress,” replies Arissa as her voice starts to regain emotion to it. Arissa quickly gets her ID, name badge and her scientist’s uniform on.

“Now I want you to show a mix of being tired and excited. Something suiting for the sudden burst of progress you’ve made for the Crisis project,” Commands Crisis.

“Yes mistress,” says Arissa as her facial expression changes to fit the situation.

“Excellent,” says Crisis with a fiendish smile, the two soon heading out of Arissa’s room and into the next. Crisis motions Arissa to wait outside as she goes in. Inside Crisis sees a blue scaled raptor wearing a silky smooth night gown. She remains half under her covers as she sleeps on her back, head off to the side.

Crisis eyes glow brightly as she moves towards the blue scaled raptor with silver stripes. Crisis analyzes the raptor, quickly discerning that this one is Shasi. As Crisis gets closer, she hears a sudden tap behind her. Crisis turns around to check what the noise is, only to inadvertently hit and knock of a picture frame of Shasi’s family, the shattering of glass startles Shasi awake.

“Huh? Hmm? What was that noi…se,” moans Shasi as she stretches and sits up her eyes catching the glow of Crisis’ eyes. Shasi’s heart races as she sees the robotic raptor standing before her. Her mouth opens as she takes a deep breath about to let out a shrilling shriek of terror.

Crisis moves quickly as Shasi only mages to let out the shriek for a brief moment before Crisis raptors her claws around Shasi’s muzzle, muffling Shasi’s screams that continue despite Crisis holding her mouth shut.

Shasi’s hot breath blows against Crisis’ metallic frame. Shasi struggles desperately against Crisis’ strength as she claws at her metallic body, but Crisis is unfazed by the attack. Crisis’ tail wraps around Shasi’s body, as Crisis’ free hand grabs one of Shasi’s hands and then the other. Shasi looks at Crisis with pleading scared eyes as she is pinned against her bed.

The bed creeks under the weight of the two raptors, Crisis’ bust pressing up against Shasi’ own. Shasi continues to struggle against her stronger foe. Her tail thrashes about as she tries to hit anything, knock anything over to make more noise in a vain attempt to get someone to notice and help her.

Crisis wastes no more time as she uses her sickle claws on her feet to give small quick cuts along the white raptor’s legs, which feel like needle pin pricks to Shasi as she is injected with Crisis’ nanites. The nanites travel quickly through Shasi’s blood stream, the process only quickening due to her own panic state.

Steadily as the new thoughts begin to fill Shasi’s mind, her struggle grows weaker and weaker till it stops completely. Crisis holds onto Shasi for a brief moment longer before pulling off of her, “Who are you? And who do you serve?”

“My name is Shasi Vasrra; I am a programmer of the Crisis project. I live to serve you my Mistress,” replies Shasi.

“Good, good. You shall be my second escort, for two scientists will be far less suspicious than one. Now get dressed” commands Crisis as she explains her current situation to Shasi.

A few moments later Crisis and Shasi come out of the room to meet up with Arissa who was quietly looking down the halls as a look out, but before they get any farther, AI informs Crisis that one of the three raptor guards she almost ran into earlier are on their way.

“Alright girls you know what to do,” says Crisis as she explained the situation to them.

“Yes Mistress,” the two say in unison.

A moment later a green raptor turns the corner, his weapon pulled up and drawn to Crisis, “I fucking knew there was something going on!” exclaims the raptor as he takes aim at Crisis. Crisis stands still as she shows no reaction to the raptor drawing his weapon to her.

“Wait don’t shoot!” yells Shasi as she stands in front of the raptor soldier.

“What are you doing? Get out of the way, one of Croc’s soldiers infiltrated the base…. They’ve brainwashed you, haven’t they! Those fiends!” he exclaims.

“No, no, no, nothing like that. This is one of our creations that we made to test out Croc’s technology. Shasi and I couldn’t sleep so we went out and did some extra work and decided to give this girl a little test drive,” explains Arissa.

“What? A test drive? What are you two crack pot scientists talking about,” he asks as he keeps his gun drawn at Crisis.

“We currently not allowed to go full forward on creating Crisis, but we were worried about the physical characteristics of our design so we built the body with the most limited of programming to test how she’d act in real world situations. Later we were going to test out weapons fire, and other combat necessities to see how her body would hold up,” explains Shasi.

“Minimal programming? What does that mean,” the soldier asks.

“Means she doesn’t have much intelligence,” replies Arissa.

“So what, its mindless?”

“Sort of. She has no self thought of her own. She can only react to situations and commands in the most basic of ways, here let me show you. Crisis turn completely once,” says Arissa.

“As you command,” replies Crisis in a monotone voice as she does one 360 spin.

“See?”

“Oh wow… can I try?” he asks as he slowly lowers his gun.

“Knock your self out,” says Shasi with a smile.

“Hmm…” says the soldier as he clears his throat. “Crisis I order you to jump.” He says in his most commanding tone of voice. The raptor soldier puffs out his chest, trying to act high and mighty.

“As you wish,” Crisis replies as she jumps up once over a foot and a half in height with ease. Crisis body lands down with a heavy metallic thud.

“Best not to do that one again, don’t want to wake everyone up now,” comments Arissa.

“Ah right sorry,” says the raptor as he rubs the back of his head.

“It’s okay.”

“Mind if I touch it? I never got close to any robot before,” he asks.

“Sure go right ahead,” says Shasi.

“Awesome, I take back all those bad things I’ve ever said about you scientists,” he says as he moves forward touching Crisis first with his claw tip, as Crisis body dings against the claw taps.

“This is so cool,” he says as he moves closer his gun now completely aimed away from Crisis, the soldier flicking the safety back on as he gets up in Crisis’ face, “She is pretty mindless isn’t she?”

“Very, and completely harmless,” says Arissa as the raptor soldier turns his head and attention to her.

Crisis strikes at this moment with snake like strike. Crisis grabs the raptor’s gun, keeping his hand away from the safety and the trigger while she injects the raptor with her nanites. The raptor struggles for a few brief moments till his mind is reconfigured like the other two.

“How may I serve you Mistress?” he asks in a monotone voice.

“Continue your rounds, pretend nothing has happened, assist me as I call for you, and if you do a good job at keeping your two other friends on patrol busy while I am away, I may forget about how you treated me and not turn you into a robotic maid, made only to polish my body and those of my other servants,” commands Crisis.

“Yes mistress I live to obey,” says the solider as he walks off.

“Excellent work my lovely girls. Now let’s continue, we’ve wasted enough time as it is,” says Crisis.

“Thank you Mistress,” the two girls reply as they head off to their next victims. One by one the scientists fall to Crisis, each new convert is given specific instructions as to what to do when the morning comes. Crisis keeps four scientists with her as cover, to help ward off anymore guards that may approach her.

“Only a few more to go,” thinks Crisis as she reaches the next room, the door already unlocked as Crisis quickly moves in to find the room empty, “Which scientist resides in this room?” Crisis asks to AI.

“Head programmer and designer Karrie Rasshka, she has had more influence on your programming and design than anyone else.”

“And where is she?”

“She’s gone.”

“Gone? What do you mean gone?”

“She is nowhere that I can detect.”

“I guess we’ll have to find her when I can.”

“According to my records, she was the most adamant about the project, and most likely would have joined you freely.”

“Interesting notion, I might just have let her, out of goodness of my heart,” thinks Crisis as she leaves the room.

“Only one other scientist remains, a male scientist by the name of Joshua Jarsshra,” says the AI.

“Good, he shall be next,” remarks Crisis as she makes her way over to his room. Crisis walks into the room to a surprising sight. The lights are on and there is Joshua lying in his bed with a book open as he does some late night reading.

“What in the blazes? How did you get authorization to be created? I thought Commander Koma denied Karrie’s last attempt to move forward with the project,” says Joshua as he glances down at his book, flipping another page.

“Unexpected reaction from this one,” thinks Crisis as she moves forward.

“Or is this kind of joke? Karrie very funny, if its about that comment, I said I was sorry, you can come out now, no need to have a shell to pop out and spook me,” says Joshua.

“Hmm, his reaction indicates that Karrie is still nearby, interesting,” thinks Crisis as she says, “I can assure you I am no shell, I’m the real thing,” states Crisis as she moves closer to Joshua who puts his book down.

“Oh my god… Karrie went through with it didn’t she? Where’s Karrie? She’s hiding behind the door chuckling isn’t she? All giddy that you’re made huh? That or she tricked me again,” grumbles Joshua.

“Karrie is nowhere to be found… at least for right now. Pity too, I wanted to thank her for all her hard work like I did to the other scientists, and now I am here to thank you for your work,” Crisis gives a grin as her eyes flicker green.

“Thank me how?” inquires Joshua as he watches Crisis as she approaches.

“I shouldn’t kiss and tell, but it won’t matter in a moment anyway. I’m going to make you into my obedient minion, then turn you into a lovely machine like myself to help me fight Croc. Your organic weaknesses need to be improved in order for us to defeat him. Fear not, you’ll love serving me.”

“This is definitely not what we’ve programmed into Crisis… unless… Karrie you didn’t… I saw your plan, but you didn’t want to tell anyone so I kept it to myself that I knew. Why Karrie… why? You weren’t alone… and you’re still not,” thinks Joshua as Crisis quickly pounces on Joshua pinning him to the bed as Joshua puts up little struggle.

“Wait, wait, wait! May I make two final requests?” asks Joshua as Crisis stops an inch away from Joshua’s neck to make the bite.

“Final requests?”

“Yeah… you have me pinned, I clearly can’t fight against you. You’re too powerful for me, but just hear me out, what’s the harm in it?”

“I see, go ahead out with them. I’ll decide if I’ll grant them depending on what they are.”

“First request, can you remove your knee from my gut, it really hurts and makes it hard to breath.”

“Alright, I forget how fragile you organics can be,” says Crisis as she moves her knee to the other side of Joshua’s body so Crisis’ body now straddles Joshua’s.

“Thanks, you’re heavier than you look… I mean… gah sorry, that’s not what I mean,” groans Joshua.

“What is your second request?” Crisis asks with a sigh.

Joshua looks up at Crisis, into her blue eyes as he takes a deep breath, “Let me join you out of my own free will. I’ll pledge my allegiance to you, and support you in everyway that I can. To help you achieve your goals, whatever they may be, and to be allowed to remain as myself till the day is fit that I feel I should become a wonderful machine like yourself,” states Joshua.

Crisis looks at Joshua in surprise, she slides herself off of Joshua’s body as she stands there tilting her head as she flicks her tail behind her, “Why do you want to serve me freely.”

“I’ve put my heart and soul into the Crisis project. The goal of our people and the people’s of this planet is to defeat Croc no matter the cost. Our goals are one in the same, and you may need an free willed organic to serve you, help expand your options.”

“I do like my options, but this doesn’t mean I can trust you,” says Crisis as she looks over Joshua.

“I know you have no reason to, but I’ll earn it through hard work and determination,” replies Joshua.

“AI is there anyway out of this room beside the door behind me?” asks Crisis as she stands there looking at Joshua, to Joshua she appears to be in deep thought considering his request. Joshua nervously looks over at Crisis as she thinks.

“No mistress there is not.”

“Is there anyway for him to communicate from this room to others to warn them of my plans?”

“No mistress.”

“As I think over your proposal I shall keep you locked in this room,”

“I appreciate you considering my request Mistress Crisis,” says Joshua.

“Thank me not till I’ve made my decision,” Crisis replies as she turns around and walks out of the door, “AI report to me if he does anything suspicious.”

“Of course Mistress Crisis,” replies AI.

“You two keep guard on the door,” says Crisis as she closes the door behind her, two of the scientists with her nod and say, “Yes Mistress Crisis.”

Joshua sighs in relief as the door closes behind him, “Karrie…” he mumbles as he looks down at his book which now had deep gash marks in the cover from his claws, “I’ll help you… so I can get you back.”

“It is unwise to let any who designed you remain free,” says the AI as Crisis moves down the hall.

“Most likely, and in the end I’ll probably give him a healthy dose of my nanites just to be sure, but for now I’ll mull over the idea as right now I have more pressing matters, such as taking over this base” says Crisis as her eyes flicker green for a moment while she heads down to his room in another part of the base.