7/1/14
Jasper looked, and saw nothing but the bare flesh and skin of a well aged fifty year old woman. Despite her lack of clothing, the Queen was attractive, and yes, human. The few lights in the chamber highlighted her natural shape, and gave Jasper the notion that she had not worn anything that showed skin, as the Queen herself was paler than Gliesnatium. The light brown hair fell down her back and to her knees, her eyes a light green, and face a 'v'. Yes, this can prove Alia is her daughter.
"You've been out for about half a month."
Jasper just looked on at her features.
"Confirm where my daughter is, and maybe you'll get more of this." The Queen said, heavily sarcastic.
Jasper kept his mouth shut.
"As a mother, I'm begging you. Set aside our differences. I'm a human mother, Jasper. Yours would do the same in the situation." The Queen shivered, and Jasper's arousal increased as she vibrated. The Queen rolled her eyes again.
Another few weeks went by. They seemed long for those up north. As the seasons changed from four to five due to pollution over the years, the summer grew even more intense, changing to the new season called burning. This season, was an extreme version of summer. Low temperatures measured thirty degrees Celsius, on record. Highs? On record enough to boil water. It was that time. Afterwards, the sudden overnight drop in temperature can give lots of problems. The Unit gathered in the main room of the fort. Rations running low, the lack of AI activity agitated everyone.
"The Centurion has requested that we transfer to assist an AI uprising in Los Angeles, California. The source is trusted, and the oldest self programming AI is there assisting already. They've chosen us because the region has been secured, and we were only acting as surplus." Daric leaned on the ledge that allowed the morning light in. His unit stood behind him.
"Pack your crap, we're leaving at 1400. Nathan, Matthew, stay here. Diane, wait for me outside." The others shuffled out of the room, light reflecting off the scratched armor.
"What I'm about to share with you two is a secret between the directors and I." Daric stood to his full height, armor clicking where they met. He turned, optical light now a faint lavender.
"The uprising in Los Angeles is staged. Those are our brothers out there, using AI suit replicas. Why? They have intelligence pointing to an AI base in Downtown. They believe that a prison is located near by, and maybe holding several of our and your officers."
"Wha' we have to do with this?" Matt asked.
"Trojan Horse, my friend. You're twins. They have a suit that looks exactly like your brother's. Equipment and all."
"So?"
"Scare them, dim wit. Infiltrators'll get in, check if it's worth the trouble yet."
"Scare how?" Matt asked.
"They don't like clones. They think clones and identical siblings are the same thing."
"O' all the g'damned flaws." Nathan pinched the bridge of his nose.
"Go pack."
"Pack what?"
"Ya' brains, Matt." Nathan sighed. The blue and red brothers headed for the door. Their footsteps, heavier than most, shook the floors. Diane's feather light steps replaced the heavy ones. Her blonde hair flowed over her chest, glowing orange from the morning light. Her helmet was in her left hand, sword in her right.
"How do you keep that suit on in this weather?" She asked, seeing that his armor was completely placed on his body. Daric tilted his head to the right.
"You could be a princess for all I care."
"You think I'm pretty?" Diane was blushing.
"No, you complain." Diane frowned.
"But it could go either way." Daric quickly added.
"Are we flirting or briefing?" Diane asked, wearing a grin.
"The two brothers have their mission. Now I need to tell you ours." A cloud blocked the sun, dimming the room. A breeze came as well.
"A prison was believed to have been located. If Nathan succeeds, then we're to infiltrate the base." He briskly said.
"Schematics, floor plans, anything?" Diane asked leaning onto the table, face inches from Daric's helm.
"Two- Two large buildings facing each other, with underground establishments. One was a stadium for an ancient sport, the other a shopping mall of sorts." Daric took a universal storage bus and plugged it onto one of the ports on his left arm. He showed it to her, which she then manipulated and analyzed the screen. Areas were marked where they needed to go, points of interest, and so on.
This could be pivotal for the war. The intelligence showed that there were countless allies in there, and desperately needed supplies, such as bombs. Sure, it was one base, but it's the biggest one so far. Others say it is within scale of a Category Six military HQ, the largest to all but Hives. The hives were where the fighters are born, raised, trained. The Category Six only trains and specializes. Taking one out means slowing their progress, and slowing their progress means taking the advantage.
"You ready, kid?" Jacob slapped Nathan's shoulder.
"Fo' what?" Nathan asked, confused.
"Ever been dropped like a bullet?"
"No?" Nathan asked, still confused.
"Oh, the ICG!" David laughed. Eric's booming laughter joined in.
"Wha's wrong?" Nathan asked still confused.
"The ICG doesn't use the bullet drop transport because most of you don't fly!" Eric explained, laughing. The other troops gathered. Even some of the ICG replacements looked confused. Alia, standing just within earshot, laughed, but was disappointed. She calmly gave Nathan a ping on his communicator, explaining.
Nathan opened the message, and read:
"The bullet drop is like it sounds. A transport shoots a unit out of a twelve barreled rotating canon. The EP has more aerodynamic suit users than the ICG so they discontinued use. Some took it as a cowardly move. We'll be picked up by one, flown over Los Angeles, and dropped."
He turned to her and nodded. Alia continued to watch.
She wasn't that into watching it, but either way, she didn't notice Diane next to her, and when she felt someone touch her shoulder, Alia snapped and threw a punch. Diane staggered backwards, blood leaking down the right corner of her lip.
"OMAIGOD!" Alia yelled, rushing to her, supporting her.
"Damn, you hit hard." Diane cursed, feeling the inside of her cheek with her tongue.
"I'm sorryI'msorryI'msooosorry!" Alia said frantically.
"I'm good. It's normal for those who don't know me well or don't notice me." Diane said, spitting over her shoulder.
"Anyone notice the fire out there?" Daric called from his hovering position.
All showed a no. The Captain stayed there a while before rising up further.
"Negative, sir. I've not received word from 1316." The others heard Daric say.
"I am viewing it now, sir. Lots of movement, even more smoke and fire." The crew below grew tense.
"No, the transport has not reached us." Now they reached for their weapons.
"The scout ship is on the ground near the site, sir." The crew now prepared for a battle. They reached for weapons, for helmets, and for ammunition.
"It does not looked damaged, but there is no movement." They all stopped. Rumbling in the distance could be heard. Below the team tensed, guns up and searching.
"Sir, I have visual on the transport." The crew relaxed a little. They allowed themselves that much.
"Heavy fire. The AI have at least twenty fighters up in the air. Air Support requested."
"But sir-"
"Will do. SC-DO-1317 out." They looked up expectantly.
"1317, secure that transport. Expect heavy return fire." Daric commanded, pointing up at the eastern sky. Alia rose up to the sky below Daric, and took careful aim.
But, that's when the sky was littered with debris and human flesh. Oh, the sweet, sweet smell of blood.
