Everything after arriving was particularly smooth as we were here way ahead of the new commander. Checking everything and taking stock I noticed everything was running a bit low. Remembering Logistics Head Kalina Scabs pulled up my bank accounts that are full of untouched money. Sure some have tried to siphon a bit of all of it but Scabs is always watching anything related to me. So the would-be thieves have all forever lost their lives or lively hoods.
Looking through my contacts I found the number for the CEO of Penguin Carriers. A business that sold and dealt in EVERYTHING including military supplies. Nodding slightly Scabs called them and within four seconds the call connected.
"Good evening Mr. Lockhart, how can I help you today?"
"Gordan. Six years of MRE'S, six years of components, six years of materials, six years of various foods and drinks, six years of cores, six years of links, six years of ammunition, six years of daily necessities, sixty solar panels and large power storages, four back up military base generators, 34 years of Doll frames, weapons, and everything else."
"Ooohh? This is a large order from you…. Alright I'll send it over to the coordinates I just saw. The total was also already paid in full so you'll see everything soon. In about seven hours. Thank you again however… if it weren't for you I'd never have gotten my family out of Old Kyto all those years ago. My son has his birthday coming up soon. Anything you'd like to tell him?"
"Not to stick his dick inside any more doors."
"Heh ahahaha I'll tell him, have a good day old friend."
With that the call ended and I sent the standby staff and Dolls currently on base. A notice to be ready in seven hours for sorting and moving supplies that'll be here from Penguin Carriers. From the logistics section I could hear a surprised squeal that was confused and a little distressed. Kalina probably read the personalized notice for her about the stuff coming in. Shaking my head I looked around the command room before settling into a chair and working on miscellaneous stuff through a terminal.
As the time ticked on we sat in the command center in silence until the doors opened. Kalina walked in looking rather embarrassed and at the same time happy as she looked around till she spotted us. Upon seeing us her steps hurried as she approached us till she was a few feet away from us. Standing there awkwardly for a while with me still managing things that come up. She eventually spoke up while holding a PDA against her chest.
"Thank you for footing the bill for all those supplies and everything. We couldn't have afforded that much on our own as Griffin and Kryuger wouldn't have spent that much…. A lot of the Doll's would like to thank you for it, Human staff not so much…. Would you be willing to go to the Doll Cafe being run by Springfield to let the ones there meet you?"
Looking at Pancake who is still studying incoming scout reports I nudge her. As while I don't really care she's the one who has a good amount of say for this type of thing. If it comes to possible dangerous mood swings from something like this. Then she has the right to voice her opinion as she's my therapy dog and partner. Her attention instantly focuses and the large pitbull Doll tilts her head a little. Her eyes narrowed as she thought of something to say.
"I think it would be good for you to go for it and meet those you'll be trudging through hell with. While there is the risk of your mood swings from PTSD and anger it should be relatively low with them. That's just my opinion though master in the end the choice is up to you."
Getting up from my seat I stretched my legs and popped my neck letting out a low pleased groan. Seeing me get up Pancake stood up as well causing Kalina to step back realizing just how big she is this time around.
"Well damn you're a very big girl! You must be 8'7 by 9'6 not including your tail which is 4'10 so you're a very big Doll… what model are you exactly?"
"One of Sangvis Ferri's only canine weapons platforms still active was my base model. Large clunky and impractical combat Androids that were scrapped, I was traded to master after an operation in Afghanistan during WW3 seventeen years ago. He's largely and thankfully made me extremely better and practical. Height though was just something he liked on me as I can almost reach his chest while on all fours. Sitting we become the same height essentially, which I like frankly."
Kalina chuckled at this and shook her head before giving us the directions to the Cafe. Giving her a temporary goodbye we head off to meet most of the Dolls wanting to meet us. Along the way we talked about something's between ourselves and had a small brief but thorough therapy session. As we entered the hallway leading to the Cafe I thought of four specific Doll's I met before. Wonder if they'd like having a stable place to rest and work as mercs.
UMP 45 would likely just snark and be pretty rude to most but would secretly enjoy it. UMP 9 would like it but not really trust anyone here unless she thinks she knows them. G11 would probably just sleep somewhere and love it as it's better than sleeping outside. HK416 would be a bit irritated but rather calm about it given she used to be pretty special with Griffin and Kryuger until M16A1 came along. Now she's found a more comfortable family in 404 with the other three.
Entering the Cafe was uneventful but certainly entertaining as our appearance caused those there to stop. They looked at us and we looked at them, the staring contest broken by the doll designated as Springfield. She offered us a plate of brownies with a smile on her lips. Looking at the plate I gingerly took ten from the ten placing them onto one of my palms before immediately giving one to Pancake.
The large canine shivered a little with a squint of her eyes. Chuckling softly I ate one with Scabs letting it pass through my mask, the sharp teeth forming a mouth following my jaws and opening up. Seeing us eat rather quietly Springfield giggled a bit before returning to her bar. The Dolls were quiet but not exactly pushy as I went to sit by ones designated as Thompson, MP5, Contender, Ballista, Badger, and Tokarev. Pancake sitting on my right resting her head on my shoulder as she huffed.
Glancing towards her she just snarks something that I shrug at.
"At least it is calm and your PTSD isn't being triggered. Though it's quiet and that's boring given why you came here."
Her comment was heard by everyone prompting Ballista to chuckle. The Doll looked at her drink which was black tea as she spoke.
"Well you can thank Springfield and Nagant for that little bit Ms. Pancake. Nagant was very clear in how to act around Commander Lockhart and his reputation. Springfield enforced something's by clearly stating her own set of rules given she likes to mother hen. Although if it wouldn't be too bad I bet Thompson or MP5 have questions they would just love to bombard you with."
At the mention of their names the two Dolls carefully asked something at the same time unintentionally.
""Are you really able to create weapons from nothing?""
Looking at the two I set my brownies down onto the table. Flicking my wrist upwards two bastard swords hastily constructed themselves. Tokarev looked at the swords with some curiosity and giddiness in her eyes. Making the swords disappear I switched to holding a very dangerous Frankenstein weapon. I called it Execution, a sniper that takes the firepower of the .50 cal up to .96. That has enough kinetic force, magnetic coil ejectors, and railgun prototyping parts that cause it to blow through a Hydra Tanks armor like its paper.
The gun was 34 inches in barrel length (86 cm), a 1:18 inch twist rate (1.41 mm), 80 inches in total length (203.2 cm), 15.6 mm in diameter, 64.9 lbs (29.4 kg), with a recoil operation and semi-auto mechanism, 40 mag round count, a 34 inches in rail length and 36 inches in MOA. Muzzle velocity is 4,800 ft/s (1463.04 m/s), 3,210 yd (2935.224 m) in effective firing range, holographic sights and iron sight rail. It was a monster that most wouldn't be able to work or use as to some it'd be scrap metal. But when you're stuck with a living adaptive weapon armor you learn to use it to make nice stuff.
Seeing the gun that looked like a futuristic 82A1, a black gun with red lines along certain parts of it, but bulked up startled some of the Dolls. Putting the stock's butt against the floor an audible thump could be heard as if something just slammed into it. With the monstrous rifle deploying some stabilizing supports I left the gun alone.
"I can make weapons VERY well younglings. This is my third favorite though I call it Execution, my go to sniper for making problems disappear very messily."
Thompson and MP5 looked at the gun before looking at various snipers and gesturing to Execution.
""Why can't you all have something so nice! It looks like it can take down a Hydra!""
"It has taken two hundred Hydra's, fifty Gladiators, a hundred ten Harpies, a thousand nine hundred ninety-nine buildings. Among OTHER things you have had no displeasure of meeting just yet."
My words stunned the Dolls but at the mention of other things Pancake scowls. Her teeth showed as she growled out curses about Paradeus, Hollow City, New Genesis, Anti-Android Collation, and many more groups in the dark lurking. The Dolls looked a little cowed by the giant canine's grumbling growls and curses. Eating a brownie I let one comment hang in the air that was also a warning.
"Be prepared for heavy combat drills, backing up Digiminds hourly, learning to use melee, and thinking fast. Because you girls are not ready for the demons lurking in the shadow of Sangvis Ferri. You meet them and you'll likely die within minutes depending on their units. Which means from here on out you're allowed to fire upon Humans after your life, you'll meet a lot of them sooner or later."