Three helicopters soared through choppy skies, veering carefully through the rain, lightning striking close flashing brightly on the metal body. They wafted through dense dark clouds and sped towards the metal island in the middle of the ocean. A light manicured hand tapped a bone capped knee as the foot tapped leisurely. This trip had been long, forty five minutes but it was enough to bore someone who was used to moving at great speeds on their own. A sigh and a glance out the window prompted a reassurance from the pilot. "We'll be arriving very soon, Mistress."
"No worries," smiled silky lips.
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"Commander, the situation is getting more and more grim. It seems they are multiplying rapidly," The Lieutenant turned to Himikel. "We have to get out there now! Our men are being taken!"
"I know our situation Lieutenant. Help is arriving. They should be here very soon," The commander looked up at the illuminated hours and minutes on the wall ahead of them.
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The helicopter landed on the circle base platform. Escorts quickly ducking from the blasting air under the spinning blades approached the helicopters and opened their doors to allow their respective passengers out. "Madam," an escort saluted her as she descended, slowly taking in her surroundings. "They await you inside!" he shouted over the roars. She looked towards the hangar where a team of men in uniform stood by to escort her. She nodded and glanced back at the passengers who dismounted the other helicopters.
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"Just how much time are we planning to wait? Say the word and I will dispatch my team. We are ready, able and willing Commander!" Lieutenant Syrm anxiously cried out. He was an eager one. But the Commander was staring at the dark corridor where he heard voices and footsteps. He stood up slowly and the whole table arose when the silhouettes emerged into the clearing. The lieutenant didn't mean to stare but he couldn't have helped it.
Along with the General and his five soldiers bearing arms, were escorting a crew of three women. One of them was a small framed woman whom appeared to be a teenager with blue hair that trailed to the back of her knees. Another woman, who seemed older than the last one and about the same height, had a bow atop her head. What caught his attention however was the other woman who seemed to tower over the men that escorted her from the front. They stopped and parted ways to allow her to continue forward. The two other women stopped with the soldiers. The tall woman strode forward gracefully on her long limbs that carried her smoothly but rapidly. When she arrived at the center she stared them down with one yellow eye, looking them over before landing her gaze on the Commander. "Commander," she acknowledged Himikel with a silky voice.
Himikel saluted her with the rest of the men following suite. She nodded, not returning the honor.
"Gentlemen, allow me to introduce Mistress 13 of Sector 1BQ of the MG quadrant and her two consorts." Everyone stood to attention and stiffened even more.
"Allow us to debrief you. Please…" Himikel gestured towards a few empty seats. She looked over at the chair and raised her eye to the rest of the men. They were nervous. Visually no, but they stank of fear. She straightened up, seeming even taller and turned to a chair that the blue haired girl had pulled out for her. She didn't sit for formalities; she knew they were uneasy of her. Her height reminding them of her power and that made her grin. She sat down slowly. She nodded to the Commander to continue.
After several minutes of scans and satellite images of the world map, she was informed of all the men who were taken hostage or possibly killed and a few hundred men missing. They kept sending team after team, more numbers to outnumber the enemy but it proved to be futile.
Lieutenant Syrm watched the women with great curiosity on how they took the information. The blue haired girl with seemingly glowing sapphire blue eyes was staring directly at the information presented, never missing a beat. The other woman was standing at the tall woman's side, also watching and listening. It wasn't until something flicked on her head that he realized her bow was not in fact an accessory but … Cat ears? Could that be right? He glanced down at his breast pocket and took their picture to capture for later. When he looked up his heart stopped. She was staring back at him with also one dark brown eye exposed. A shiver ran through him and his blood ran cold. She slowly looked away and returned her attention to the debriefing.
"You're doing it all wrong," spoke the blue haired girl, her voice almost sounding musical. The cat eared woman nodded solemnly and the tall one seated chuckled. "Gentlemen, it does indeed seem like a grim situation. Rest assured all your men are still quite alive. If anything they are the ones helping with the multiplying."
The lieutenant spoke up baffled, "Are you suggesting our men are in cahoots with the enemy?" The blue haired girl and the Cat woman turned their heads slowly to look at him for the interruption.
The tall woman continued, her chin propped up on her fist, not looking his way, "In a way, yes. When you called and told me that the men were going missing and that you had suspects of death but not locating any bodies, it really wasn't hard to figure out what was happening." She sighed and brought her attention to the third screen displaying the recording of men screaming and being dragged away by unseen forces. "Your men are assisting in breeding with these things."
The table of men muttered amongst themselves. The Commander stared at the screens. "Is that so…?"
"Boys, it's quite simple. I am ready to depart once you give me the team I requested," the tall one raised from her chair and again the unease ensued. The men stood up as well. The Commander nodded at the lieutenant to bring in the team he had organized for her. In entered in three rows of ten men, marching forward and halt a few feet away to attention. The woman glanced at them once and then at the Commander, "This isn't what we discussed."
"You wanted 30 capable men and we have selected the best of the class."
"I don't want your toy soldiers, Commander. You were to give me what I requested in order to finish the mess you started. That was our agreement. I will not take such a team," her eye had narrowed and her voice was increasing in volume. The two other women were standing unblinking at her side.
"These men have had high training and are more than willing to risk their lives for our cause-"
"Have you not been listening?" The cat woman finally spoke, tone annoyed, attention directed at the Lieutenant. The blue haired one shook her head and repeated, "You're doing it all wrong."
The Commander cleared his throat and adjusted his tie. He placed his hands behind his back and nodded. "I take responsibility for not foreseeing this outcome." He turned to the lieutenant and firmly commanded, "Bring out the 32's."
"Commander!"
"That's an order," Himikel said sternly. All eyes on Syrm, he nodded hesitantly and gave the orders. More men came out looking like S.W.A.T. The tall woman rolled her eyes, flipped her tail up with a sound of annoyed disgust from her throat, turned and left.
"We are doing what you ordered! Why is she turning her back on us?!" The lieutenant was perplexed beyond belief, turning to the Commander. The Commander watched the three women leave and finally spoke. "It appears I have much to learn as well. It seems we are unable to form the team you wish. You can assemble your own team at any expense."
"It's become clear that we have to spell things out for you Lieutenant," The cat woman was speaking now, arms folded behind her, claws digging into her arm wrappings for fear of gouging them into him. "When men don't listen, shit like this happens."
A giggle came from the younger woman standing a few feet away from her. The cat woman stepped closer to them, leaning in to his face. "These are Monster girls. You are feeding them men. They mate with the men. They make babies with the men. More monster girls are made. Multiplying rapidly like rabbits and hamsters. Is THAT what you all want?"
The teenager snickered and followed the taller woman out. The cat woman gave one final glare and straightened up. She looked them over before turning away to follow her crew out.
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Cineris followed B to the edge of the sea craft. "You can quit with the theatrics," she said, hands at her hips. B grinned and straightened up. "Why? I like watching them cower."
"Mother you looked so cool!" Bosun piped in with stars in her eyes of admiration. B patted her head and grinned down at her, "Thank you, pumpkin." She looked over her shoulder at the men discussing amongst themselves. "Now, what are we going to do about that?"
Cineris crossed her arms, "There's only so much we can do when they are panicking and not thinking. We told them what we wanted in order to help them."
"Unsympathetic are we?" B stared down at the cat ears and stroked them, making her mewl and shiver. Cineris brushed the hand aside. "We don't have time to waste. The longer we wait, the bigger the mess we have to clean up."
"Yes, you're right," B muttered raising her head to the sky.
"Mother, why don't we recruit The Twelve?" Bosun suggested but quickly hushed when she saw Cineris's skin bristle. "No, not the children. We are not involving your sisters, Bosun."
B rubbed the back of her neck and groaned. "I could've been napping. Alright, I've got a plan."
"I'm worried to find out," Cineris said with a scowl on her face. B took her pouty face, leaning in to kiss the sultry lips. "Don't worry. With you, I can do anything."
Cineris blushed and looked away, "Honestly." Bosun's grin widened and she couldn't contain her excitement, "So we're going in?!"
"Going in kid."
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