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"Gentleman. I present to you the next generation of supersoldier!" A familiar bespeckled scientist announced while gesturing to a large testing chamber. A group of the enclave's elite situated in a viewing room above as a deathclaw stood in the center of an arena below.

The mutant reptile decked out in an incomplete set of gen 3 power armor that encompassed his head, shoulders, and upper torso. His shins and feet also clad in the partial set. But it left the rest of him completely exposed. Well, except for the tasteful loincloth and hip plates of course. Wielding a plasma rifle designed for a beast of his size. He stood patiently and awaited command.

"Haven't we already tried and failed with deathclaws? We can't waste good money on playing with mutants" asked a stern voice among a few officials in attendance. Causing a stir among them that threatened to end the meeting then and there.

"I-I assure you. This is far superior to the original project. Once you view the demonstration I can promise you will be swayed" he assured them as another spoke up.

"Enough to stake your career, doctor?"

The question making him wince as he dabbed his forehead with a cloth from his pocket. Had it always been so hot in here..?

He was silent for a moment, if this didn't succeed he would be ruined anyway. He had already gone too far. Selecting a sergeant to train and breed with them, drugging her rations to make her body more adaptable and receptive to her new inhuman mates needs. Even more stunning the revelation that deathclaws could impregnate humans regardless, so long as there was enough exposure to fluids to trigger the mutation.

"I...Yes. I would" he sighed. Pulling himself upward to stand straight. Or at least as much as his naturally hunched posture would manage.

He could feel the eyes on him as he continued. "Well! Unlike the last experiment that left the mutants with too much agency. This new generation are tied to a specific human. Able to work in groups of at-least three. We have abundant evidence to demonstrate an impressive level of loyalty, communication, and obedience. This will allow a loyal soldier to exert direct command and effect strategy. Results have been very promising!"

"And how are they 'tied' exactly?" A feminine voice in the crowd quipped.

"Oh, well. They have a means of forming an empathic connection. Effectively exercising pair bonding and pack mentality to be precise-"

"And that is accomplished how?"

He swallowed a slight lump in his throat as he reached the hard part of his sell. "Ahh well. That is to say" he paused "Thus far it has only been accomplished through [i]erm[/i] courtship..."

A pause.

"You're whoring out our soldiers to mutant reptiles?!" Someone shrieked as the group reached a fever pitch. Shouting and threats as his attempts to explain or ease the crowd were drowned out. Nearly becoming a lynch mob before a booming "ENOUGH!" Erupted from the back. Loud and firm enough to cow the officials like scolded children as they all looked back to it's source. A Major General. The highest authority in the room by far.

"Well, that explains its genitals hanging out. If, out of nothing more than morbid curiosity. Let us see how you save yourself. Continue, doctor" the older officer uttered calmly. Never showing more than a hint of emotion, exuding an air of control that put the rest of the assembled officers and politicians in their place.

...

Crunch gave a grunt as he shifted ever so slightly in his new gear. The armor was uncomfortable compared to the old stuff. The old stuff was comfy. It reminded him of freedom when he could roam with Kate and Thorn in the badlands. While this stuff chafed his neck and collar.

Chosen by the higher ups as he was the more submissive and obedient of the brothers. He stood here like Kate had asked for some reason. The arena had been designed to emulate a battlefield. Trenches, barricades, wood standees for soldiers, vehicles, and turrets. Lots of turrets. They had been rehearsing combat maneuvers all morning. Following the same pattern in this room over and over. Starting at the sound of a buzz and green light. Getting a bit of praise from her as he got better. Each stroke or soft kiss sending bolts of excitement from the tip of his tail all the way to the collar of his armor.

It was easier to do these complicated things when Kate was around. He knew his mate was smarter than him, but the brothers were mighty. Strong enough to protect their delicate and loving female. Though not so delicate that they ever had to hold back during breeding~

He gave a rumble as he thought of her. Fat cock hanging out and oozing pre as he stood with anticipation. Kate had promised him a big reward and big pleasure if he did well on this test. Unable to keep his excitement from pushing well past the ineffective loincloth to expose his impressive reptilian package to any onlookers.

He simply had to wait for the signal.

[i]BZZT[/i]

The light. Her rushes out towards the first set of trenches. Avoiding gunfire and returning fire with his plasma rifle to disintegrate the standees guarding them. Leaping over and into a trench as a pair of automated turrets began to fire on him from a set of towers. Crawling fluidily through the trench as moving on all fours was no different than on two feet for a creature like him.

Reaching a corner there was a wood standee that would pop out and in, several of them. Acting like they are marching back and forth. He couldn't just smash them however. they had some kind of sensor that would make an alarm if he didn't destroy them out of line of sight of the others. The first is close, grabbing and rending it with his claws before slipping into it's alcove and hurrying forward. Destroying each one as they "Lose Sight" of him. Finally reaching a lip where the turrets couldn't immediately see.

He stood upward and fired. Destroying the first, the second turning as it's barrels revved before he destroyed it as well with a carefully placed plasma bolt. Next was a gauntlet with a fake vehicle at the end.

He removed his plasma rifle, setting it to the side on a designated table as instructed. Rushing into a mockup of a ruined urban setting. The walls covered in reinforced metal plates that could be attached and disassembled easily to alter the setting.

Turrets kept up the gunfire. Crunch using his inherent agility and strength to weave between the waves of bullets and lasers. Taking out targets either in buildings or on different floors. Alternatively rushing past them as they wasted their fire. Once near the faux vehicle and it's guards, he grabbed a large scraplike sword left for him. Closer to a glaive than anything. He was to dodge rocket fire as he closed the rest of the distance. Following the pattern he had done a dozen times now. Feeling the small missiles thud and boom behind or to the sides of him as he rushed and leapt through the line of fire.

The final for show he was to stand still and angle his shoulder to take the explosive head on. Meant to rush through the smoke to his targets. He disliked these rocket things. The boom deafened his ears and the smoke clouded his other senses. But nevertheless he braced, letting it impact before he burst from the cloud. Effortlessly destroying the barricade with a mighty swing that sprayed a wall of sand, hindering the turret's targeting for a crucial moment. Long enough for him to sweep through the standees with the monstrous blade and sever the neck of the automated gun. It's head falling to the side of it's thick boxlike steel base.

That was where he was supposed to finish. Tossing the blade well and far away in a display Kate thought would be "stylish". He didn't really get it, but if it made her happy it made him happy. Relaxing his shoulders and standing fully upright, he flicked his tail with excitement. Ready to be done with this. Until something different happened...

The big exit door opened up. But there were two humans there in metal armor like his. Thick sparking coils stuck out of their shoulders and arms as they leveled mean-looking weaponry at him. One a plasma repeater, the other a gattling laser.

Within the viewing room there was a stir when the soldiers revealed themselves. Deployed as an extra 'test' by the good general. "S-sir! Yyou can't be serious" the scientist protested. "I am as serious as I need to be, doctor" he answered stoicly, if with a wry grin at the edges of his expression.

"H-he isn't fully armored sir-" abruptly cut off as the general raised his hand. "If these mutants are as useful as you say they are. He shouldn't need it against two fully trained Tesla Troopers. Now should he?"

Back to the floor, the soldiers opened fire on Crunch as he reacted immediately. A grunt as he rushed and ducked for cover by the rocket turret. Small scorch marks on his tough hide from the stinging lasers. Streams of them still occasionally spraying out while the scenery around him melted from the plasma. Filling the air with the stench of char and molten slag.

This wasn't in his practice! This was real! Panic filling his monstrous frame as he gave a whine and held his head. His gun was so far away. This stuff was easier with his pack. They should have chosen Thorn for this. He's the dominant brother!

Heavy metal footfalls as he gave a huff and snarl. He wished Kate or his brother were here. But he certainly wasn't going to be hunted. Gathering his nerve he tried to think...What would Thorn do? Assess their strength, overwhelm them, and go for the kill.

Strengths. The laser one was fast, but not very destructive. The plasma one was slow but very destructive. Working together he couldn't run or hide. But if he could take care of that plasma one. The lasers hurt but one shot of plasma would seriously wound...

His eyes turned to the ruined turret and it's 700lb base frame. Rockets...An idea!

He grabbed the severed gun, no clue how he could shoot it. No trigger for him to pull. So he did the next best thing. Ripping it open and grabbing the ammunition inside.

He waited for those footfalls to be closer. Slow and laborious. Thump, thump, thump. Keeping his senses tuned to their rough location until they were just close enough. With a pause in their fire he stepped out. A rocket in each hand as he hurled them at the troopers. While not ignited, both connected with enough force to detonate and stun them momentarily. The smoke covering his actions as Crunch gripped the turret's base housing. Giving a mighty roar as he hefted the cumbersome frame with all his strength. Hurling it at the plasma trooper as there was a loud crash of metal and thud as the frame landed harshly nearby. The trooper sent sliding back across the floor as he lost his weapon and his senses.

Now was Crunch's chance. He wrench a reinforced plate free from the wall. A 6ft x 6ft piece that would do enough to cover his unarmored bits. Charging the laser trooper as it's ammo simply couldn't penetrate the durable steel fast enough.

The trooper couldn't back away in time. Crunch upon him as the deathclaw swung the plate like a blade upon the soldier's neck. No amount of armor could protect them from the sheer force of it. Connecting where the armor was weak to the audible crunch and tear of metal and bone. Ripping the head from their shoulders like a blunted guillotine.

The slain trooper collapsing heavily to the ground as Crunch looked to the plasma trooper. Beginning to stir from the earlier impact.

They tried to pull themself up. But the stomp of a clawed foot on their chest pinned them back down. The trooper's last sight that of the deathclaw standing over them. A plasma repeater pointed in their face. Before a flash of green.

...

There was stunned silence in the viewing box. Many eyes of authority witnessing the spectacle as a smile crept over the general's expression.

"Impressive. Perhaps we could spare a few soldiers for this project of yours afterall, Doctor".