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Chapter 2: Commander Wendigo

May 25th, 2030 First Japan Protection Zone

Standing before the walls of a city I calmly held my gun high and fired. ELID's that were once an assortment of people surging towards destroyed the gates and walls behind my back. Yet I do not have the slightest fear nor the slightest temptation to run away. I have a job, and that job must be carried out without fail. Blowing the head off of a ELID that got to close with a Colt 1911 loaded with explosive rounds in my left hand. My right hand holding steady while firing a Stoner 63 LMG with some serious kick to it because of the rounds. Yet its steady and ripping through the tide of turned Human's and Beast's touched by the infection which causes Red Zones.

With each one dead charging from Old Tokyo the mountain of corpses grows. Scab seeming to have enough of this all decides to play dirty using an orbital bombardment. A giant metal pylon striking the ground with a violent roaring hiss rippling shockwaves out across the area. Snorting I couldn't help but ask why that was needed.

[They're annoying, so I lessened them by bombarding Old Tokyo]

"Sure, sure thing Scabs… I totally believe yoooou."

[Negative]

"Fuck you."

Why does that ELID have a lasso? WHY IS IT DRESSED AS A COWBOY?! Wait wrong things to worry about right now! Its lasso wrapped up one of my arms and with these things quick reactions usually. They fuckin grabbed the rope and yanked me into them violently. Crashing into them with Scabs creating spikes that impale them my Stoner 63 sung with renewed vigor. An ELID child biting into my leg trying to gnaw it off while others joined in. The hidden surprises spring up on the charging ELID's not bothering with me. Cold Fusion Turrets lock onto them and riddle the mutated organisms with gun fire.

Growling at the one's still trying to gnaw my limbs off Scabs reacted to my anger. White flames bursting to life across my body as my purple mask lenses turned crimson. Reabsorbing my guns blades spring from my wrist covering my hands, white flames surging to the edges of the blades.

"COME ON FUCKING KILL ME YOU MOTHER FUCKERS! KILL ME! OH WAIT! YOU CAN'T BECAUSE FUCK DEATH! I'M STUCK TO LOOK AT YOUR UGLY MUGS EVEN IF YOU RIP MY GUTS OUT!"

[Vent it all out Colonel…. Vent it all out because you deserve it]

"RAAAAAGGGGHHH FUCK YOU ALL! FUCK YOU!!"

Diving into the very startled ELID swarm my training kicked in to ruthless levels of violence. Sweeping the legs from a doctor ELID my blades cut it into three separate cauterized pieces. Stabbing one through the head I spun cutting everything around me with my free blade, fire trailing after it burning the monstrosities. When the free blade met the first stabbed one the blades clinked together detonating. Fire consuming everything within thirty feet of the impact turning ELID's to ashes with me standing in the center losing my mind. The ELID's seem to notice this given that they turn and flee from me, but that's no fun.

"Stay a bit longer… I have so much APPRECIATION to show you for rubbing your deaths in my face."

Jaws snapping shut and opening flames spill out of the mouth section of my mask. Breathing the fire out heavily in a circular motion things just die screaming. Hahaha cute they have time to scream as they expire. By the time I snapped out of my rage at how USELESS the ELID's were at possibly killing me. They'd either fled or died in my fiery rampage. Trudging back to my turrets Scabs absorbed them before we took our payment in the form of a rather rare Harley Davidson Motorcycle.

Scabs absolutely loved it because we have ground transport now. Which was modified into a light but armored beast of a Motorcycle Tank.

March 2nd 2045, Afghanistan during WW3

Dodging and weaving through heavy ordinance fire on Harley a terrified US soldier clings onto the bike. Slanting sideways while turning sideways we skid under a line of armored APC's with confused Russian's screaming at us. Propping the bike back up with a kick once out from under the APC the terrified soldier screams like a little bitch. That I can't help but shout at them because their annoying.

"Would you shut the fuck up?! Your fucking annoying kid!"

"Your crazy! Your crazy! Who drives through this shit?! Why did you even save me?!"

"Got paid to. So don't get any funny ideas you're not important but what you carry is. So you can gladly die if you want to test me."

That got an indignant scream from the useless soldier riding behind me. So I didn't play nice I purposely would front wheelie then slam the back end back down into the ground. Whenever they screamed they met that but when they tried stabbing me? Scabs dropped being friendly impaling them with a sword through the mouth. Their eye's probably wide as fuck due to the sword sprouting from my back suddenly but who cares? They're dead.

Stopping my bike I dumped the corpse off of it then pilfered the body. Stealing everything, even their underwear, which wearing black laced panties and a bra to war is a stupid choice. Yet I took them, could get a good deal on them if I sell them to the right person. Sadly for them their superiors didn't exactly care they "took an enemy bullet" and passed away before giving me the requested goods. It's sad… although I don't particularly care I got what I wanted. A Sangvis Ferri canine looking Tactical Droid, because Scabs says I need a therapy dog.

So… Pancake is going to be said therapy dog once Scabs fixes it up to be a Pitbull T-Doll. She'll be large but that's fine as long as she can do what Scabs is planning.

2062, Pancake POV, Neo-Soviet Airspace

Today my master is a hundred twenty-five years old yet he looks miserable. While I can not see his face clearly due to SCABSAWS being in partial armor mode. His body is a mess… its actually disheartening to see him look so miserable. His tanned pale skinned arms riddled with scars caused by me are visibly tense with his muscles compressing in his sleep. His black armor plated gloves leaking fresh blood as the metallic clawed tips dug into his palms. His usually prestine gray muscle shirt and digital black gray camo pants are torn but mending slowly. Brown messy ungroomed hair burnt black in places from flames.

Scabs full face mask hiding his eyes and things but by how dull the purple tinted lenses are he's asleep. Yet he's possibly having a nightmare of something in the past. His black combat boots caked in blood, mud, and brain matter from what had happened hours earlier before we had been contracted by Griffon Kyruger. Something about being Field Commander's while a new Base Commander was flown in to sector nine.

"I wish I could be of more service…."

[You are helpful as is, you have stabilized his PTSD episodes since you joined 17 yrs ago]

"Oh! SCABSAWS how are you doing? I thought you'd be in standby while master slept?"

[I'm alright… just monitoring the Colonel's brainwaves incase I need to wake him up, so far whatever he's reliving is mild]

Master shifts in his sleep, suddenly punching the area next to the cockpit entrance with a growl. The pilot jumping a bit at the suddeness of it before adjusting our flight path. Seems that they were caught trying to take a scenic route by master in his sleep. I chuff a low chuckle softly at this because even asleep he's not going to be delayed.

"Does he constantly have this happen? I know of the few times he's woken up screaming but…"

[The Colonel tends to have mild replays or zero dreams as if he's just sitting in there in his head contemplating, he understandably has moments of suicidal tendencies because he WANTS to die…. Just because of me being around he's lost that option unless something extreme happens]

"Oh… do you really think I help any? I know WHY you made him get me and what you did. However, I'm unsure if I truly help him at times SCABSAWS."

The very personable Intelligence Unit goes quiet at this as if saying this is a stupid question. Which fair it probably is as I tend to over think when master looks like he's suffering. Funnily enough that wasn't in my normal Sangvis Ferri programming but with SCABSAWS meticulous care and upgrades. I have become something vastly different than a Sangvis Ferri unit. This makes me a bit giddy whenever I think about it because it's helped in making master calmer than before.

Granted when that weird signal tried to corrupt me SCABSAWS fixed it, master man handled me though. Violently. I scared his once scarless body through actions I'd NEVER want to take. Yet he waved it off saying something that made my ears lay flat.

"These scars I don't mind keeping, they show I finally did something for someone important to me."

Those words reminded me what all SCABSAWS had let me know. Its flattering that in seventeen years I've become someone he calls his own. Just… also makes me sad knowing how emotionally and mentally scared he is from everything. He had finally gotten rid of his physical scars, yet I gave him brand new ones when he deserved none. The nastiest one is over his heart where I had…. Eaten and clawed out his heart because of that strange signal from Sangvis Ferri.

However, I think the most important words he's ever said to me. That made a deep impression on my just conscious sentience were when SCABSAWS adapted and installed the first steps of an Emotional and Learning Core into me. Hard to believe that was fourteen years ago yet I still have it marked as a high priority memory save.

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Blinking I take in the new sensations slowly flooding my programming. My white fur bristling at how foreign this all is then I see him and hear him cleaning Harley manually. I'm curious why he's doing such a thing then I remember he does this whenever he's distressed. Padding over to him carefully to avoid setting him off I gently nuzzled up under his right arm. Pushing and rubbing my head against him with a low mechanical growl. This catches his attention enough to wrap said arm around me, stroking my head a bit.

"Guessing your liking this new feeling? That's good… you know for a heavily modified currently Sangvis Ferri unit. With future modifications to be made likely till you look completely like a pitbull. You have been with us only three years, as for some forsaken reason as a therapy dog, but you've helped edge out some of my more recent issues. Haven't blown up screaming for death in three years so far at least. So while I thought Scabs idea was ludicrous…. You've turned out to be rather helpful to have around."

My ears perked at this before realizing I had been complimented by my handler. This causes something strange in my programming that I couldn't really control myself. Licking the side of his face with my metallic tongue he gruffs out a chuckle. His next words making my code freeze and process the rather strange words.

"Pfff I love ya too girl."

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Those last words had confused me that day so I studied…. Things indepth about Human culture. Young me was very surprised by what I had learned but nowadays? What I've learnt makes me appreciate the small tender moments with master. So the fact I had hurt him really fragmented my coding for a while that our roles reversed. The therapy dog became the one getting therapy dogged. Ironically hilarious.

Looking out the small plexiglass window on the helicopter door I sigh. Though I start seeing the the GK base in the distance. Glancing at master I shake my head deciding to let him sleep a little longer. The pilot thinking I didn't catch the glances she's sent back at my direction so I just make them spit it out. The poor Human Female jumping like I had just caught her looking at porn. Which I had caught her doing so when she picked us up.

"Would you stop peaking like a child? Just ask what you want to ask Human."

"U-uh… you seem pretty close to the guy that frankly scares the shit out of me. Along with being a more animal T-Doll…"

"Heh I would like to think so as I've been with him for seventeen years through a lot of things, given him anything he needed even if… questionable. As for my design? I'm a heavily modified Sangvis Ferri unit that I'm practically no longer Sangvis Ferri."

This seems to surprise the pilot and here comes the question. This will be hilarious as always.

"Have you done…. THAT with him?"

Chuckling slowly I gave the pilot a fanged smile while looking at them seriously.

"Yes, though I haven't asked for a Womb Force because its a very rare occurrence."

"... Guess that fantasy can now be described."

"Did…. Did you just admit you have a kink for that?"

The pilot shut up and didn't speak, her heart rate increasing showing that she's highly embarrassed right now. My logic circuits skipping a bit however at how this turned out. Mission failed as the master says. SCABSAWS though I know is CACKLING the shift in the lense tinting is a give away. It is fairly odd though that a living arms system is so personable, I'm a T-Doll I get why I'd be so, but not him.

"Three mikes from touchdown!"

Curious, I look back out the window at the base which is closing in. Seeing it being used as a regional post office is amusing but also concerning. Why are they taking care of this region's more mundane operations like mail? Did something happen that's caused all deliveries of various types to be diverted to this base?

My pondering didn't last long as suddenly the master was awake and alert. SCABSAWS covering his body entirely in an instant, the living arms taking on a new style of choice. GK commanders wear red fancy military coats usually but it seems SCABSAWS decided that it was not combat viable. So there are armor platings, spikes along some of the platings for shredding things I assume.

Deciding to be a bit fair for impressions the living arms decided to only cover the lower half of his face eventually. The insignia of his rank though is rosemary gold in color, the rank being that of a Sergeant Major. A big rank increase from his old Colonel status apparently. All so that he can override any of the Base Commander's commands if needed.

As we touched down I looked at my important commander and partner. He looked so tired from how dull his eyes looked constantly since I've met him. He glanced down at me and reached a hand out scratching me behind my ears. This was a bit surprising as he didn't do this unless he was aggravated usually or unless I earned it. Smiling slightly even though my teeth flashed he chuckled light heartedly. Pushing into his hand I walked with him as he started to move towards the main compound.

\\I'll Be Good by Jaymes Young\\

K: "I thought I saw the devil this morning

Looking in the mirror, drop of rum on my tongue

With the warning to help me see myself clearer

I never meant to start a fire

I never meant to make you bleed"

Perking my ears up I looked at my partner and followed up unintentionally. However, he seems to accept it and continues on with me joining him.

P: "I'll be a better man today

I'll be good, I'll be good

And I'll love the world, like I should

Yeah, I'll be good, I'll be good

For all of the times that I never could

My past has tasted bitter for years now"

K: "So I wield an iron fist

Grace is just weakness

Or so I've been told

I've been cold, I've been merciless

But the blood on my hands scares me to death"

P: "Maybe I'm waking up today

I'll be good, I'll be good

And I'll love the world, like I should (oh-oh-oh)

I'll be good, I'll be good

(I'll be good, I'll be good)"

K: "For all of the light that I shut out

For all of the innocent things that I doubt

For all of the bruises I've caused in the tears

For all of the things that I've done

All these years, no, yeah"

P: "For all the sparks that I stomped out

For all of the perfect things that I doubt

I'll be good, I'll be good

And I'll love the world, like I should

Yeah, I'll be good, I'll be good"

K: "For all of the times I never could

Oh, oh-oh

Oh, oh

Oh, oh-oh

For all of the times I never could"

As we sang to ourselves many looked at us strangely but we didn't pay them much mind. My partner himself is not actively seeking to work at making any contact with them. His eyes closed as he walked in step with me the entire time. The only one who seemed to actively approach us to talk was an orange haired woman. She was dressed partially as a mechanic and logistics officer as she approached us. Hearing me stop, the master stops and opens his eyes slightly a little bit of life entering the dull look.

"You must be Agent Wendigo and his "Therapy Dog" Pancake. Active contractors for Statesec, Griffin and Kryuger, Sangvis Ferri, a few still standing nations Special Forces however America is blacklisted as of 2059, and one redacted group. Now you're fully working for Griffin and Kryuger, it's a little odd if I had to say but we've all got reasons. Welcome aboard though I'm Kalina, the head of logistics."

"You have balls kiddo that could give you bad rep for just seeming friendly with me. But at least you've done SOME homework on us, though Pancake is my therapy dog."

"We'll be acting on field and base as primarily Commander and Ajudant for the foreseeable future."

The young woman shrugged as if that wasn't her problem nor concern. She left shortly after giving the master some documents about his employment and pay. As she left he stuffed the documents in a pocket on the inside of his coat before moving on. Following him was always primarily silent but comforting as well given who walked beside me. He may not give off much emotion to many but I know he's currently happy. That child has no idea what she has done but I think she'll find out soon enough when she needs supplies.