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Chapter 1 Time of Crisis

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Our home, our planet of Ergoes is a planet filled with a multitude of different nations, fifty-six in all, each nation composed almost entirely of a single anthropomorphic species. There are exceptions to this but quite often each kept to their kind and country.

There are a multitude of different species, avian, canine, feline, equine, herp, cetaceans, sharks, dragons, and last but not least dinosaurs.

The country of Dromaeosa, split from the other dinosaur groups long ago to form a nation of raptors, one that proudly represented by the black sickle claw on our green flag.

Our anthropomorphic Raptor race of dinosaurs with four fingered clawed; we are very agile, quick, and strong, fierce. Our ancestors the Utahraptors have given us long blunted muzzles, filled with rows of sharp teeth and though our ancestors were pure carnivores we evolved to be omnivores through our diet is still meat heavy.

Uniquely the females of this race breasted but have no true purpose outside of aesthetic beauty. This is a feature that evolved to allow them better to blend in with the more populous mammalian species on the planet. They have no gender size differences and our average height ranges from five foot eight inches tall to about six feet and two inches. Like many other scaled species, raptors don’t grow hair of any kind on our bodies, although a few raptors do have feather crests.

Our heroine was ten when it all began, a meteor shower that according to scientists ‘came out of nowhere’ was when all this trouble began. She remembers the day vividly when parents took her outside and look through a telescope, they bought to watch the meteor shower which was a once in a lifetime experience.

The fact meteors hit the planet made only minor news. The only people that really took interest in it was the scientific community as they tried to explain where these meteors came from and what affect their impacts had on the planet if any at all, but no one could imagine just how big of an impact it would have on our planet, that these few meteors would the world as we know it… forever

A few weeks after the meteor shower reports of disappearances happened in three countries which they fell into. It started with just a few people here and there, again making only local news, but quickly it started to escalate when an entire town disappeared. She remembers her parents mentioning how troublesome that these other countries can’t keep the peace within their own country.

Slowly the people in those countries started to panic, people fled their homes to neighboring countries, and Dromaeosa set up blockades to prevent anyone from fleeing into our nation. We wanted to keep the problems of other species out of our country. That’s what she heard from her parents as the problems continued. Rumors sprouted up that it was some kind of virus, a government experiment, or even aliens, and they were right, it was aliens.

It wasn’t till the first nation fell one of the fifty six on our planet that people started to realize what was really happening. No one knows where this green robotic lizard overlord by the name of Chaos Croc came from, but with his technology far advanced than our own. Nanites that brainwash people to become part of this ever growing army, but what is most fearsome which isn’t his military weapons, such as laser weaponry, and hypnotic tanks, but his roboticizer equipment. His ability to take people and transform them into his robotic minions, instantly loyal to him and willing to divulge any of his or her nation’s secrets to him.

Even after the first nation that fell and this threat started to become well known, nations of the world failed to act against Chaos Croc. His armies are powerful but were small, but politics, bickering, and people not wanting to risk their people over someone else’s problem made forming an alliance against Chaos Croc slow, which above anything else he had was his biggest advantage and to this day still is. Sixteen years have passed since the meteor shower and thirteen ‘minor’ nations have fallen to Croc’s armies with five more countries on the way. Dromaeosa is one of those five.

Dromaeosa has been fighting Chaos Croc’s armies for over eight years and we proved to be the first that wasn’t just a speed bump in Croc’s advance through our planet. Dromaeosa’s allies, Drakia, the nation of dragons, were the second, the two worked hard to try to slow down Croc’s advance, and we never gave up. Even when Dromaeosa’s capital fell they heavy street to street fighting and Dromaeosa’s tenacity slowed Croc’s advance enough to allow the government to escape which after several such relocations now hide somewhere deep in the mountainous regions of the country.

City after city of ours fell into Croc’s hands but the raptors fought and held out long enough to evacuate the cities, limiting Croc’s organic gains in our country, but with each mile Croc advanced into the country the weaker they became.

Large portion of the country’s vast plains are now under Croc’s control, most of their people had to flee the cities as they were no longer safe. They became refugees in the thick forests or steep mountains on the other side of our lands, the last defensible places outside of the last few major rivers that flowed through the country.

The Dromaeosa people are desperate. They dedicated vast materials and resources into finding any advantage to fight Croc, to defeat him at his own game. Countless people have been robotisized in their efforts to gain every scrap of information on this diabolical fiend who finds no greater pleasure in turning good descent people into his robotic slaves, a few made into his mindless slaves. Many their minds so twisted that even though they recall their lives before falling under Croc’s service, they are fiercely loyal to him and undoing the damage takes great pains and efforts to undo.

Many lives were lost in raids to obtain Croc’s technology, brave souls who purposely allowed themselves to be roboticized or fall under Croc’s mind controlling nanites so we could try to gleam more information as to how his technology works.

Even with all these efforts and sacrifices the Dromaeosaians is on its last legs. Their armies are under equipped and malnourished; their people are starving, as they sucked the landscape clean of any and all possible foodstuffs. All but one country not in direct conflict with Chaos Croc’s armies refuse to give the Dromaeosaians any aid, and those fighting Croc’s armies have little spare resources to assist.

The story of how everything was about to change, for better or for worse starts with our heroine named Karrie. She is one of the thirty scientists that have been working tirelessly on a secret project that hopes to help turn the tide of battle back into her nation’s favor. At five feet nine inches with her green emerald eyes and dark blue scales with black stripes one might think she was a guy rather than a girl, but her curved features and modest bust would quickly prove them wrong.

Karrie walks down the halls her black obsidian claws tapping against the tiles, her vicious sickle claw raised up ready to strike. Her species rarely wears shoes unless they can help it. She is wearing a light blue shirt and pants as her white lab coat flaps in the air behind as she speed walks. Other raptors dressed in full military uniform, which included boots that had a special opening to keep their sickle claw open for use. She walks through a door that says, “General Koma’s office.”

Karrie knocks on the door to the general of the base’s office, having walked past the secretary who only gives a quick glance at me as she then looks away, typing on her computer to keep herself distracted as she gave made a quick phone call right before Karrie knocked.

“Come in,” says Koma in a deep gruff voice.

Karrie swing the door open with a thud, her eyes glaring at the commander as she gives a soft female raptor growl and says, “I just read over your report that you sent to the president and the General-in-Chief, General Raszer.”.

The base commander was a red scaled raptor with black stripe highlights, his eyes a soft blue and a small white feather crest on his head which rose slightly the moment I walked in. “And?” asks the commander with a soft inquisitive purr as he leans back in his black leather chair. The commander’s massive height of seven feet allowed him to be equal in Karrie’s height. His military uniform sports his many military achievements and power that he has.

“What do you mean we have to wait?” Karrie continues to growl her claws twitch as she speaks.

“Not everyone in high command is as eager as you. The president feels that we can’t rush a project like this. For once the president and I are in agreement that it is best to wait.”

“Everything is ready! We’ve been working on this project for the past five years. We’ve sacrificed so much, and every day we wait, the weaker we get and the stronger he gets,” growls Karrie.

“This issue is no longer an issue of just our people but of all people, we can’t go ahead and activate the project just because we think it’ll save our people for a little while, while dooming the entire planet in the long run,” he retorts and returns Karrie’s glare.

“But it’s ready; all we need is someone willing to be the first test subject.”

“And how many of the other scientists believe this? Four? Five? Most of your people don’t think we’re ready.”

“They don’t see things as clearly as I do. I’ve worked on this project since the day of its inception. You all brought me here just to work on it. And as much as I love to work on such fascinating technology, the craftsmanship, the—,” explains Karrie as she interrupts herself, “The time for waiting is over. We need to act.”

“The majority feels that we aren’t ready, and that’s not just your science team, but most of high command too. We want to see this project succeed but this is far too big for us to rush and risk it.”

“That’s a lie, I know for a fact that General Raszer is in full support of this project going ahead.”

“General Raszer is just one man; he’s not the president, or our senate. We’re long past the days where one man ruled our fates. If you really want to move forward why don’t you get to know your fellow scientists issues with the project and work to fix them?”

“Their issue is that they are afraid, that’s what it is,” Karrie replies.

“From what I hear you are too absorbed in your work to even know what half your team is thinking. We will eventually move ahead and get a volunteer for the Crisis project but until then every second you are in here wasting yours and my time is time we do not have. Or do I have to demote you and put Shasi, Arissa or even Joshua as lead project manager?”

“No Sir,” Karrie replies as the general gives her a salute and says

“You may go Karrie Rasshka, and good luck.”

“Thank you Sir,” growls Karrie as she storms out off the office.

Karrie rushes back to her lab, passing armed security check points along the way. Karrie passes the outer labs where a majority of her team is working on deciphering various Chaos Croc technology, in a nearby glass case is one of the pride and joys of captured Croc technology, one of Chaos Croc’s actual arms.

Karrie walks past all of this into another room where she has to swipe her ID card and type in her password to be allowed entrance. Inside of this room was the crowning achievement of the raptor’s scientific prowess. A large glass cylindrical structure about a third of the size of an elevator. Wires and power chords flow to and from this cylindrical pod. All around it are dozens of computers working hard running programs. The clear glass allowed Karrie and her group of scientists to watch the roboticization process, when organic flesh turns into a coherent robotic machine.

“Welcome back Karrie,” says a robotic voice that filled the room.

“Hello AI,” says Karrie as she sighs.

“Welcome back Karrie, how did the meeting with the commander go?” asks a brown scaled male raptor as he pears up from his microscope as he is analyzing the dissection of a recently roboticized rat.

“How do you think it went?” growls Karrie as she sits down at her work desk.

“That well eh?”

“Not now Joshua.”

“I know its not easy to hear but I don’t blame him. I mean how do we know the programming will take? What if there is another way Croc programs his victims through the roboticization process and all we do in the end is create for him a spy to hide in our ranks?”he asks.

“I trust my programming and design for Crisis,” Karrie grunts as she looks through her endless lines of code, “What you think something is wrong with it?”

“No, no, no, nothing like that. I never said anything about your programming or design for Crisis being bad. I was just stating that how are we sure the programming will even be uploaded into her… though I do wonder, why you all decided on a female body?”

“Oh you know what better way to take down a male robot than a female one,” Karrie replies with a chuckle.

“Oh right, you know how women can get over a guy better than I do.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” says Karrie as she glares at Joshua..

“Oh nothing it’s just that… hmm well what do we have here… ah most interesting,” he says as he goes back to looking into the microscope.

“Men…” thinks Karrie with a sigh as a another blue scaled female raptor with silver stripes smacks Joshua on the back.

“Good one Joshua.”

“Good what Shasi?”

“You just dug yourself into a good hole with that last comment of yours, you should really do yourself a favor and just stop trying,” replies Shasi.

“Huh? What? I don’t know what you are talking about,” replies Joshua as he puts his focus back at his work.

“Oh please like no one else knows but her.”

“Leave Joshua alone Shasi,” says a silver white scaled female raptor with black scaled tiger stripes, that ends with a solid black scaled tail tip.

“Oh come on Arissa and ruin my fun?” asks Shasi.

“It’s just not right okay? Especially with Karrie in the room,” replies Arissa.

“Huh? Did someone call my name?” asks Karrie.

“Yeah, Joshua wanted to say something to you,” says Shasi as she walks off to her work station.

“Shasi!” whispers Joshua with a soft growl.

“What is it Joshua?” asks Karrie.

“Uh…ahh… well I feel bad about earlier and wondered if you like to get something to eat?”

“What at the cafeteria? I’m fine.”

“When’s the last time you ate?”

“Probably when I got up this morning it isn’t too long ago, wasn’t it?”

“It’s almost eight PM. You should really eat something Karrie.”

“I’ll get something in a bit, I just want to do one more thing here,” says Karrie as she looks over at the roboticizer, the glass of the giant tube of the machine gives off a faint reflection of Karrie’s body, “When will we ever get off our lazy tails and get over our fear of this machine’s technology? If we want to survive we need to take the plunge and build ourselves an army of robots designed to defeat Croc at his very own game,” thinks Karrie.

“Karrie? Karrie?” asks Joshua.

“Hmm?”

“Don’t bother her she’s lost in thought again, it’s either she cuts out the world completely or she jumps around like a madman going from one tangent to the next,” says Shasi.

“Hey, I heard that,” remarks Karrie.

“It’s a miracle,” chuckles Shasi.

“Funny,” remarks Karrie sarcastically as she flicks her blue scaled tail.

“Shasi…” remarks Arissa.

“I’m just trying to lighten the mood up a little bit that’s all.”

“Anyway… since you are a bit busy Karrie, I was wondering if you would like me to bring you something to eat. That way you can work on what you are doing,” suggests Joshua.

“Sure, that be fine, what’s on the menu today?”

“Three month old rations, what else?” chuckles Shasi.

“Sadly that one wasn’t a joke,” remarks Arissa.

“If it’s only three months that be an improvement,” says Joshua as he gets up from his chair and heads out.

“Since it really is past eight, I think a little R&R is in order, Arissa up for a ping pong ball match?”

“You just want to cream me again like you did last time, but sure why the hell not,” replies Arissa.

“Later Karrie,” says Shasi.

“Good luck on what you’re doing,” says Arissa as she waves goodbye. Karrie giving a wave in response as she focuses back on her computer.

“We sit here and look over the same code and plans over and over again, doing nothing. We waste time while people out there are suffering. I’ve done all I can to perfect ‘their’ design of Crisis program… a flawed program,” Karrie thinks as she looks around real quick before she types in a series of commands and prompts to bring up a separate file.

“Miss me baby?” purrs Karrie as she looks over a new set of line of code that says Crisis Program Version: 13.302. “This is what we really need to defeat Croc. My baby, my wonderful work,” says Karrie to herself as starts to enter more lines of code, typing so faster that Karrie has to stop at times to let the computer catch up to what she did, so that she may go over it to catch any errors.

“With this we can win, the commander, Arissa, Shasi, Joshua, they all don’t understand. If we don’t think like Croc we will never be able to defeat him, and right now we can’t think like Croc. Our emotions are our weakness, our organic past… our relationships,” sighs Karrie as she leans back in the chair as she thinks back at the stories of Croc using people’s family members of higher ups in other countries to expand his power and manipulation.

Karrie enters another set of command prompts and brings up the “Chaos Croc Archive” inside are countless reports, videos, and theories about Chaos Croc. Anything and everything that Karrie could get her claws on about Chaos Croc was in this folder.

“This is the only way… I just know it. If we go with the agreed program, it would be like fighting a flamethrower with a candle. We can’t gut our Crisis project by letting our own emotions get in the way of what we need to do…” says Karrie as she looks back her Crisis program.

Karrie looks over the program and sighs, “I know we need to do this… but is it the right thing to do?” thinks Karrie as she hovers her claw over the delete all button, her claw touches it as she hits it, the screen going blank.

“I don’t want Crisis to defeat Croc only to become the next Croc… unless…,” thinks Karrie as she hits the undo button, a moment later the lines of code return and Karrie works like crazy on her program once again.

“Did someone ask for some three month old rations?” asks Joshua as he comes in with two metal trays filled with something that could be considered food. Joshua looks at Karrie with a smile as he slides one of the trays beside her, “You really need to eat Karrie.”

Karrie jumps and quickly minimizes the program, “Joshua you scared me,” pants Karrie.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to,” he says as he sits down next to Karrie, Joshua glancing at the computer screen real quick and then back at her.

“He must have seen what I was doing… but he couldn’t tell at a glance could he? No, that’s not possible. Maybe I should tell him about my idea… no, no he’ll tell the others. Finding someone to step in the roboticizer and become a machine is hard enough, but someone righteous enough to fit my ideal of Crisis? That’s almost impossible.”

“It’s okay; I was just lost in thought.”

“Thinking about your brother?” asks Joshua with a soft inquisitive purr.

“Yeah… I’m here sitting in a comfy lab while he’s out there doing the real work.”

“Our work is just as important as his. We’re all doing our part to try to turn this around.”

“But you know staring at a computer screen just doesn’t feel like it you know? And since I’m stuck here, I rarely get any chance to contact him. He’s all I have left after …”

“I know, I know,” says Joshua as he leans back in the chair, and looks at Karrie, his claws twitch as his hand claws gently touch each other as he occasionally has some of his meal.

“So… when this is all over do you have any plans?”

“When what is all over?”

“This war.”

“You’re asking me what I like to do after the war is over?”

“Yeah… you know to make conversation.”

“Honestly I can’t imagine what I’d do after this war… probably start up a computer company or something. Find out if any of my family is still around… can we talk about something else?”

“Sure Karrie,” replies Joshua as the two continue to eat and make small talk.

Karrie and her crew of scientists continue to work on the Crisis project, and in secret Karrie continues to work on her ‘updated’ version of the Crisis program. Night after night she adds more to the program, expanding it, improving it. Some nights Joshua would stay late with Karrie but often enough she was alone, the months flew by and the news of their country’s defeats continued to flow in, making the few victories they were able to achieve seem hollow.

Then one late afternoon…

“Karrie Commander Koma would like to speak to you,” says AI over the speakers.

“Koma? Why does he want to speak with me AI? We aren’t going to submit an update on our progress for another week.”

“He didn’t say but he said its urgent Karrie.”

“I wonder what it could be about?” asks Joshua.

“Got me,” replies Karrie.

“I don’t know, but AI always tends to freak me out when she speaks,” says Arissa.

“Why?” asks Karrie.

“Not sure… could be the fact we have an almost self aware AI program watching and helping us?”

“You scared of a bunch of 1’s and 0’s?” asks Shasi.

“No, it just feels weird to me.”

“I know AI’s programming inside and out, she’s harmless.”

“Of course you do, you created her,” replies Arissa.

“Well I did have help from all of you.”

“Barely, we were struggling with it, and you came in with one of your great ideas and went on, and on, and on about it, as you programmed going on so many tangents you started to talk about Tacos or something but at the end of it AI was ‘alive’ and well.”

“Yeah… but she still not what we need for the project, but she certainly a big help,” replies Karrie.

“Karrie, the commander is waiting,” says AI.

“Does he really need me now? Tonight is the rolling shut down of the systems to cool them off, and we all need to get our work done before it starts.”

“It’s not advisable to make the commander to wait Karrie,” says AI.

“Fine,” growls Karrie as she walks off back to Commander Koma’s office.

“Karrie is here,” says the secretary over the phone the moment Karrie walks into the room.

“This can’t be good,” thinks Karrie as she hears the general call her in. Karrie walks into the office as Koma looks over a set of reports before looking up at Karrie with a solemn look.

“You’re firing me aren’t you?” asks Karrie as the commander shakes his head, his feather crest flattens as he takes a deep breath.

“Your brother was in the 45th infantry division wasn’t he?” he asks as Karrie’s heart began to race.

“Yeah 45th company, Beta company, Charlie squad, why do you ask?” ask Karrie as her tail tenses up behind her, “What happened? Is my brother okay?”

“There was a major offensive by Croc’s forces, and thanks to the efforts of the 45th infantry division, they managed to stop the attack before a breakthrough occurred but they suffered heavy casualties. Almost the entire division was either killed or captured in the fighting… I hate to say this to you but your brother is currently MIA.?

“MIA?”

“Yes, there is a chance he may not of been captured and show up later but—.”

“I know what you are trying to do and please, don’t go there. Just don’t. We all know what happens to those who go MIA, they come back as the enemy.”

“I’m sorry for your lost,” says Koma with a sigh.

“My brother was all I had left…. I just…”

“Do you need to sit down?”

“No… no… I just need some time alone.”

“I understand, you can take the rest of the day off.”

“Thank you sir,” says Karrie as she leaves the room. Karrie heads back to her room in the base. Her room was her own, which is rare but it was far from spacious. Just a bedroom and a shower, that’s it. Karrie closes and locks the door behind her as she sits on the bed. Nearby is a picture of her family, back when she was in college. Both of her parents were blue scaled raptors, but oddly her brother was green and black scaled. It really made him stand out in the family. Karrie looks over the photograph as she says to herself, “Now what am I going to do?”

“Karrie? You okay?” asks Joshua as he knocks on the door to her room, “I heard what happened.”

“Everyone seems to have heard what happened,” sighs Karrie as she lies on the bed facing towards the door.

“Word spreads across the base fast, doesn’t it?”

“I appreciate that you all take the time to see how I am but right now I just like to be alone.”

“Do you want me to get you anything to eat?”

“I’m really not that hungry, I just need sometime,” says Karrie as she turns around in her bed so her back is facing the door.

“Alright, just so you know… I’m here if you need me; just give me a call okay?”

“I just need time Joshua, that’s all,” replies Karrie.

“Okay… I’ll leave you alone then,” says Joshua as he sighs softly and walks off.

“If only if the damn commander listened to me. If only we activated the Crisis project sooner. We could have had an army of machines to fight Croc and my brother wouldn’t of had…” thinks Karrie as she tosses and turns in her bed.

“Damn them… damn them and their indecisiveness,” growls Karrie as she sits up in her bed.

Karrie hits the bed as she looks down at the floor as she reaches for the photograph of her family. Her obsidian claw tips run across the glass cover as tear drops splatter down onto the glass, slowly rolling down till it hits Karrie’s claw tip.

“That’s it if they won’t do it, then I will,” growls Karrie as she stands up, her claws twitching as she looks at the photograph one more time before giving the glass a soft kiss before putting it back where it was, “I’ll make you all proud of me,” she says as she slips on her lab coat and steps out of her room, out towards the labs.

“What are you doing up so late?” asks a guard at the clearance check point to the labs, “Aren’t the labs shut down for the day to cool off? Ever since the AC unit broke two weeks ago, they’ve needed to do that every three days haven’t they?”

“Yeah but I forgot something in the lab. I really didn’t go back after talking with commander Koma,” Karrie explains.

“Say no more, I understand,” he says as he waves Karrie past into the labs. The lights are dimmed down low, and the normal hum of computers is nowhere to be heard. Karrie enters the last lab with the roboticizer and starts to boot up the computers in the room.

“The AC unit maybe broken for the main lab, but in here its working just fine,” says Karrie as she boots up the computers around the roboticizer. Tubes filled with liquid nitrogen flow down into the computers, keeping these super computers running cold as Karrie starts to enter her passwords and command prompts into each console.

“Hello Karrie, another late night?” asks AI.

“Something like that… AI initiate program 15,” says Karrie.

“Understood, initiating privacy lockdown of the labs,” replies AI.

“I knew that could come in handy someday… AI, start up Project Crisis,” commands Karrie.

“Quadruple Clearance required to activate Project Crisis,” says AI.

“Not a problem,” says Karrie as she goes over to her computer and enters her password.

“All activation codes must be entered at the same time to initiate Project Crisis.”

“Damn it I forgot about that,” says Karrie as she looks at the four computers and thinks, “I can do this.”

Karrie rushes to each computer console and types in the corresponding password into them. Karrie then gets in the middle and balances herself on one foot as she places her large sickle claw on one enter button, her tail tip on a second, her right hand on a third and her left hand on the fourth and final..

“Okay… on three… one…two…three!” exclaims Karrie as she hits all the buttons. Karrie closes her eyes as she awaits AI’s response.

“Password accepted, now activating Project Crisis,” says AI in a monotone voice.

“I did it? I did it?!” exclaims Karrie as she then calms herself as the reason why she is here comes back to her.

“Now to make sure everything is loaded up right,” says Karrie as she types into the main computer console.

“Crisis Design C-302.479 selected…. Program version 13.318 selected. Is this correct?” asks AI.

“As my grandfather told me before he passed away, don’t send someone else to do a job you aren’t willing to do yourself,” says Karrie as she confirms the selections.

“Selections made and set, please add subject now,” says AI as more of the machines start to hum. The glass tube rises upwards. There wasn’t much left to do as Karrie removed her last bits of clothing, and folds them up to the side. “I won’t be needing those anymore…,” says Karrie as she takes a deep breath looking at the machine.

“Please insert subject and hit enter to initiate the Crisis Project,” says AI.

“And now for the one thing that will make this all possible,” says Karrie as she pulls out one of those water bobble head birds. That once you hit it, it’ll bounce back and forth back and forth, back and forth.

“This will only give me a second to move and get in but it’s all the time I need,” Karrie says to herself as she places the birdie down hitting it once to make it start to bounce, waiting for it to slow down just enough to give me time but still hit down fast enough to hit the enter button.

“Ready… set… go!” thinks Karrie as she sprints to the roboticizer pod. She turns around panting as she closes her eyes not wanting to see what is to come… and she waits… and waits, slowly she cracks her eyes open to see the tube isn’t going down, _“I let too much energy out of that bird, it failed to hit the enter button…,”_thinks Karrie as she growls to herself and walks back to the computer console.

“Most advanced technology in the world and I’m being stopped by a little birdie bob head thingy,” sighs Karrie as she tries it again, and again, and again. Karrie whimpers in frustration as she looks at the bobble head bird.

“Okay you don’t like me, and I certainly don’t like you. But I’ve lost too much to give up now. Now do as I say and hit that damn enter button!” growls Karrie as she sets up the bird one more time.

Karrie rushes to the pod, her claws tapping against the metallic base as she sees the tube slowly sliding down around her.

“I did it… I promise I won’t let you all down,” Karrie says to herself as she hears AI speak.

“Power levels at 75 percent….80…85…90…95…100, power at maximum, starting roboticization sequence initializing in T minus ten seconds.”

Karrie took slow deep breaths as she heard the power levels rise, the count down from AI. Karrie’s heart raced as she looked outside at the empty computers as small electrical sparks jump above in power tubes as the specialized energy to convert organic flesh into coherent robotic mater builds up.

“I wonder if this the last things my brother saw and heard… the last thing so many saw and heard before falling under the yolk of that crazed machine,” growls Karrie, her claws twitch in anger, her tail flicking till she hears the AI continue with the countdown.

“Nine, eight, seven.”

The energy in the tube builds all around Karrie as she can feel it in her scales. Her anger starts to subside as she finds a moment of calm as she thinks, “At least now I’ll be able to help, not just sitting around but by actually doing something.”

“Three…two… one… sequence initiated,” says the AI as Karrie winched as the energy rushed towards her. Karrie letting out a gasp as the energy penetrated into her body. The flow of the roboticization energy made Karrie’s body go stiff as it spread through her body.

“The first stage, the energy paralyzes the victim to keep them from moving so the machine can work more efficiently in transforming them,” thinks Karrie as tingles of pleasure go through her body. Karrie lets out a soft moan as she can feel the energy building around her feet. Karrie looks down to see her sickle claw reforming and moving into the center of her foot, the shiny black metal replacing her obsidian claws. Her blue scales being replaced by green metal.

“Use of my new robotic body part is still denied during the process, and this feels wonderful! We always assumed it was a painful process… I’m learning so much through this,” thinks Karrie.

The energy crackled and flowed up Karrie’s legs. Her shins not becoming the green metal of her feet but from her ankle all the way to her knee is a deep blue metal. Karrie grunts as she grits her teeth, as part of what little control over her body she still has left. Scale by scale, inch by inch her body is turned into a slick machine.

“Jumper enhancements seem to be put into place, good, good,” thinks Karrie as she looks up and faintly sees her own reflection in the glass. There she can see where her knee caps used to be a blue sickle claw placed on a black circle background with a small silver circular ‘hinge’ the blue claw is attached to, design similar to the ying yang concept.

“Good, good my symbol is there, I really didn’t think our country’s flag would look good on her…me,” thinks Karrie as she grunts again the energy moving up her legs forming smooth segmented metal plates as the energy finally reaches her tender nether regions of her body.

Karrie closed her eyes as the sensations of what was happening below her belt, to her tail and body were beyond comprehension, beyond explanation. It was like death, you had to experience it to even begin to comprehend the feeling of what was happening. Karrie shivered as she released a single tear drop from her eye as she managed to open them again to see her entire tail, and lower half of her body a complete machine.

“This is a crime against nature… the way of the universe, but I have to do it… for everyone else,” thinks Karrie as everything about her being is being redone, remade into a slick and powerful machine. Karrie’s heart continued to race as she knew what was coming up next, as the energy moved up towards her head.

“I don’t have much time left I should study this as long as I can,” thinks Karrie as she knows that her body is growing heavier with each passing moment. The floor of the energy moves up towards her chest as Karrie manages to look behind her to see her flowing segmented metal green tail. In front of her she can see her symbol around her waist like a belt while her crotch has nothing special to see anymore, just a smooth metal. She is becoming a machine, such things aren’t needed.

Karrie started to feel a lightheadedness going through her as the energy rose higher and higher, and despite her body becoming heavier, she herself felt lighter and lighter, like she was floating on clouds.

“Focus Karrie, focus!” Karrie mentally yells to herself as she can feel some of the sensations of her robotic body and it felt odd yet wonderful. The process and feelings weren’t clunky, but smooth and intense, “This does feel like an improvement… what those captured machines said wasn’t a lie or reprogramming… or am I being reprogrammed now and not know it?”

Karrie shook her head and closed her eyes for a moment, as she tries to keep her focus, keep her thoughts in line, “My mind is my own and no one else’s,” thinks Karrie as she felt the energy flow up over her chest, stripping away more of her organic nature. Her scaled bust being replaced in mere seconds with smooth rounded green metal as her robotic body is looking far more female than her organic one ever did.

Karrie sighed in some relief and happiness that her crew managed to keep the idea that having a female machine would be better than a male. Their biggest argument was she’d look friendlier to the people, since the face of evil during this conflict is a male machine.

Karrie watched as the energy flowed down her arms, blue scales replaced by green metal that is until the energy reached her forearm. Much like her shins, a thick blue metal casing was formed around her arms; at the very top of this metal construction was a vent an inch high and two inches wide. It is very powerful weapon that the R&D crew managed to create for this project but it came at a small price, which Karrie soon saw as her four fingered claws were reduced to three silver metal diamond tipped ones.

The energy was now flowing up Karrie’s neck and head. Karrie tensed again as she felt her muzzle slightly shorten as her scales transform into metal, one by one. A burning pleasure sensation grows in the center of Karrie’s forehead as a blue square gem manifests itself and a three metallic feathers sprout from it. One forming straight up, the other two off to opposite sides and with that Karrie feels her head grow and expand as it forms an Egyptian hair crest headpiece. There was purpose to the design some of it aesthetic and some of certainly not.

Karrie sees her new internal HUD display giving her information about her body and system checks as the roboticization energy was still flowing into her head and body. Karrie thinks, “Is that it? What about the program?” Karrie’s question was soon to be answered as the energy flowed deeper into Karrie’s mind, her mind being preserved in robotic form but also altered at the same time. Pleasure would be the only thing Karrie could describe from this sequence as her programming was taking root into her mind. Karrie’s very own programming that she worked hard on in secret being ingrained into her head, but wasn’t just her programming, it was that of the entire team, each having a hand in help creating Crisis.

Karrie felt herself drift in pleasure as her past and emotions were locked away in the bliss. Karrie had no way to fight against it, for she had no idea it was happening till it was over. Karrie’s mind was left emptied for her core programming.

Crisis eyes glowed blue as the program was installed into her mind. Her claws twitched as she started to gain control over her body. The urge to defeat Croc by any means necessary flowed into Crisis’ mind.

“My purpose is to defeat Croc and I will do so in any way I see fit, even if it means turning people into my obedient minions to do so, for they will be happy to be a machine like me to serve under me in my empire to defeat Croc,” thinks Crisis as her eyes flicker red for a few brief moments as she looks around.

“Roboticization and Programming complete, welcome Crisis,” says the AI as the glass tube opened up,

“It’s good to be here, but before I get comfortable I need to do a few things…” says Crisis as she steps out of the roboticization chamber. Her metallic feet clank against the metal as Crisis looks over her body and does a few movement tests. Crisis runs her claw tips over anything and everything. Crisis feels the sensations of being a machine, of being active all of it feeling wonderful, right. She goes over to the main computer and starts to hack and alter AI’s programming and access to the rest of the base as her eyes fade from red to green.

“You’re going to help me with my first duty AI,” says Crisis as she finishes her reprogramming of her.

“How may I be a service to you Mistress Crisis?”

“You’ve been a great help my little friend, just make sure no one knows I’ve awakened till I’ve taken care of the scientists, we can’t have those who know my secrets and body go about and be free now? Can we? Those organics need to be watched carefully and shall be my first robotized victims… ah I mean volunteers,” says Crisis as her eyes turn back to red in color. “

“Of course they should be honored that I’ve decided to pick them first, shouldn’t they AI.”.

“Of course Mistress Crisis, it’ll be a great honor of them,” AI responds.

“I know it will, but let’s not tell them, I like to surprise them myself,” says Crisis.

“Of course Mistress Crisis.”

“But before I go why don’t you de-activate all those anti-machine safety measures so I can move about freely without arousing suspicion?”

“As you wish Mistress Crisis…. Security system is offline. It will be sometime before they notice.”

“Excellent. I think it’s time to visit my creators and thank them for their hard service,” chuckles Crisis as she leaves the labs.