Warning: Chapter is rated NC-17 for mentions of sexual violence and rape, though none will occur and it's not graphic. You have been warned!

Again, I still gots the muse. Maybe one more chapter after this, if you're lucky and my muse doesn't run out :P

Bad Company will travel all over the world, fighting Gaia and picking up strays with unique stories. Trixie won't be the first. As each new character is introduced, they'll have 1 or 2 chapters dedicated to their past and when their sad past is finally put to rest, the words "Introduction: Complete" will appear at the end of the chapter.

Unexpected Family Reunion

Dante supposed that if he could use just one way to make a person's eyes nearly literally pop out of their heads, explaining the Gaia M. conspiracy would probably do the job, since it was working quite nicely on Trixie. The girl's eyes had been getting rounder and rounder till the point where Dante thought they would just reverse their natural order and turn into ovals vertically.

The girl in question was sitting on the couch, with some spare clothes lent to her by Allison hanging off her lithe frame. She had taken to the news of Gaia M. quite easily actually, since the UK was second in line for any big international news. London already knew about most of the American Gaia crisis, and had offered to lend military support, not that the Yanks needed it. Still, having to actually hear the ultimate throw down about Gaia from one of its creations was unnerving.

"So..." Trixie trailed off. "So... you're a robot?"

Dante's head fell into his hands. "No!" he exclaimed for the seventh time. "More like a modified human or cyborg maybe, but more human."

Trixie, having apparently gotten over her fear of Dante, got up and started to prod and poke at him. "You don't feel like a robot," she commented as she poked around his torso. "You don't look like one either."

"Hey!" Dante protested.

"Just wait till you see him in his suit," Jack snickered from across the room. "Then you'll understand."

"Ooi, Jackson, want me to give you a new ass hole?" Dante barked, causing the soldier to snicker even more.

Dante gently grabbed Trixie's arms and forced her to sit down in front of him. "Now, having heard our story, and all the dangers that come with it," Dante said, "And the extremely highly possible chance that you will most likely be killed if you come with us... you still... want to come with us?"

He scratched his head. Ever since he had been set loose, he seemed to be getting mose bits of his old self pop up every once in a while. It was annoying.

Trixie nodded vehemently. "Yes!" she said. "I'm safer with you guys than anywhere else, trust me!"

Dante furrowed his brow in thought and sat back with his chin on his finger in a classic thought pose. "What's your real name?" he asked.

Trixie frowned. "It's really Trixie," she said. "Honest! Most people think it's my stage name, but well, I was born into that business and they wanted an exotic name for me so..."

She trailed off sadly and Dante returned into deep thought.

Several tense, quiet moments later he looked up at her.

"I just have one more question for you, and for your sake you'd better have the right answer," he growled.

Trixie gulped and nodded fearfully.

"... Can you cook?"

She blinked several times at him. Dante just stared back at her with a completely serious look. She blinked once more and her jaw unhinged slightly.

"... Yes?"

Dante stood up abruptly and headed off to the shower. "Welcome aboard Cookie," he called over his shoulder as he grabbed a towel.

Trixie sat on the floor, watching Dante's dissapearing form in disbelief. "He wasn't serious was he?" she gaped.

Chris shrugged his massive shoulders. "I wouldn't think so. All of our cooking tastes like shit. Anything you can make, we'd eat it, or we'd be living off of TV dinners still."

Trixie rolled her head around. "Cookie?"

"Ey, it suits you," Jack smiled from the loveseat. He was playing with the safety on his SOCOM. "It's a cuter name than Trixie. Less... pole baggage with it if y'know what I mean."

Trixie shrugged. "You guys are so confusing."

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Beep. Beep.

"Oy? What's that?" Jack groaned as he unwound his arm from around Trixie. The suite's main door was buzzing. "Hey, did anyone call for room service?"

A chorus of no's followed by "Vhat's room service?" from Fiona answered him. Giving a look to his captain, Jack drew his SOCOM and placed it behind his back. Sam ushered the women into the furthest back room and locked the door before standing in front of it protectively. Chris lay splayed out on the couch, his head above the backrest but the back blocking the view of him and the 10 gauge over-under double barreled shotgun that lay next to him. Unfortunetely, Dante was still in the shower.

Jack went to the door and peered out the peep hole, but it was covered. Giving a serious look to Chris, he reached for the knob and opened the door slowly, his pistol behind his back.

Standing in front of him was Nigel Bailey, the titty bar owner.

"Morning, gentlemen," he greeted genially.

"Can we help you?" Jack asked, while inwardly thinking, how'd he find us?!

Nigel looked around Jack's frame into the room, observing it in an uninterested manner, but the trained SF soldier could tell the older man was scoping the place out.

"Imagine my surprise when I come back to visit my bar and find it in total destruction," he said in an oily voice. "Now I know my regular patrons wouldn't ever do that to me, and you gentlemen were the only newcomers this night so that leads me to believe that you had something to do with it."

"Perhaps," Jack said in a bored voice. "What's it to you Heff?"

Footsteps were heard and Nigel was surrounded by at least 50 men who were heavily armed. "I demand... retribution."

Chris' eyes widened as everything slowed down. He was raising the shotgun as Jack dove to the right from the door, pointing his SOCOM towards the armed goons. Automatic fire from their M249 chain guns ripped into the room, missing him by inches. Chris was protectively behind the couch as he unleashed twin cartridges of buckshot towards the door, and splattered guts of 4 men into their buddies. Racking the pump back, Chris dove from the couch as more automatic fire poured into it, turning the expensive Connelly leather couch into swish cheese.

Jack was rolling away from the door on the ground, firing blindly at their attackers as they rushed into the suite, firing everywhere. Chris fired again and managed to down a couple of them, but soon the entire room was filled with them. Thanking God that the girls were safe in the back bedroom several rooms away, he leapt over to a nearby wall, dodging enemy fire as he took cover next to Jack, who pressed a new clip into his pistol.

"Mighty fine past couple of days we've had eh Jackson?" he yelled over the heavy gunfire.

"You know I like it rough sir!" Jack yelled, twisting his arm around the corner and firing wildly. A few cries of pain made him grin.

Suddenly, the automatic fire stopped and they held their breath.

"Gentlemen, I must ask of you to simply give up," Nigel's voice called over the silence. "You simply can't win against me."

"Hey Nige, buddy, how bout I coat the tip of my dick with whipped cream and have you suck my knob you stiff fuck?" Chris yelled back.

He cringed away from the explosion of fire that peppered the sculpted wall he was behind.

"No one will save you now," Nigel hissed coldly.

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"I might," Dante said casually as he walked out of the shower, currently in his black jeans and topless. He sniffed the air. "Ugh, you stink like blood and gunpowder." He raised his ion canon and fired point blank into the middle of the gunmen crowd, narrowly missing Bailey as the man dived out of the way. Dante's massive ion beam vaporized the entire middle's worth of gunmen, killed at least half of them instantly. It also left a gaping hole that showed the outside world at the other side of the hotel.

"What the bloody hell, an ion canon?!" Nigel screamed from behind a wall. Dante fired again into the remaining gunmen, who were too stupid to do anything but die instantly as they were engulfed by blue light. "No man can fire an ion canon, let alone carry one!"

"Ah, but that's where you're wrong, old man," Dante said cheerfully as he switched to sword mode. He walked over to where Nigel was hiding, and leaned out of the way from the man's gunfire from his revolver. "Quit being a tease."

Dante sliced into the wall, carving a semicircle from the ground up where Nigel was hiding behind. The old man couldn't do anything but freeze in terror as the blue beamsword moved around him, singing the top of his hair as Dante cut away at the plaster, wood and steel like butter.

"Now, care to explain why you're HERE?!" Dante yelled the last word, kicking the cut section of the wall hard, sending it - and Nigel - crashing to the opposite wall in a crumple.

"Erk - ugh, freak!" Nigel shouted, firing his Colt Python and nailing Dante in the forehead. The impact of the .357mag round made Dante's head snap back in a flash, and he fell backwards onto the ground.

"BIG BROTHER!"

"Fiona, no!"

Fiona burst into the room, followed by Sara, Trixie, Allison and Sam. All were wielding weapons. Nigel raised his Python at Fiona, who stopped running instantly and Chris and Jack burst from their hiding spot, aiming their guns at Nigel, as did Sam and Sara. Allison stood in front of Trixie, the large SOCOM in her hands shaking.

"Looks like we have a Mexican stand-off," Nigel laughed cruelly. "What will happen now?"

A whooshing noise was heard and Nigel looked just in time to see Dante's bastard sword spin in the air at him, cleaving him in the knees and sending him falling backwards as he shrieked in pain from his severed and smoking limbs while sitting on his ass.

"Holy shit!" Chris whispered.

Dante had gotten back up. The topless man's muscled torso rippled with power as each muscle flexed from his movements. The older women unknowingly licked their lips at the sight.

Dante stood up fully and stretched his limbs, then cracked his neck on both sides before opening his eyes. They all saw the bullet that supposedly kill him get pushed out of his forehead as the flesh that was damaged regenerated itself. Dante gave an annoyed grunt as he wiped away the blood that trailed down his forehead to the bridge of his nose. The bullet made a whumph noise as it hit the carpet.

"Okay, what the hell old man?" he snapped, walking over to Nigel, who lay on the floor whimpering in pain, his revolver long forgotten. His whimpers increased when he saw Dante, alive and well. Well, maybe not emotionally.

Dante grabbed him by the collar and lifted him high into the air. "I show you some mercy by not killing your sorry ass right away and give you the chance to explain yourself and you show your appreciation by shooting me? Seriously, I get so disoriented and queasy from headshots, so I tend to avoid them but you seriously pissed me off asshat!"

Dante tossed Nigel to the ground several feet away, and the old man slid up to the wall he was well-aquainted with again. Dante's sword-canon dissapeared in a flash of white shatters and reappeared in his hand. He shut off its power and sat down on the swiss cheese couch, legs propped up on the backrest.

"Now, you mind explaining why you barge into my fucking place and shoot the shit up?" Dante growled.

"I - I came for the girl," Nigel explained weakly, pointing at Trixie, who hid behind Allison. "And to get revenge on your Army friends."

"I can understand revenge, we shot your shit up, but the girl?" Dante asked, tossing his device into the air, letting it spin twice before catching it. "But what about Trixie?"

"S-She's my gr-granddaughter!" Nigel spluttered, grasping his stumps of legs. "She belongs to me!"

BAM!

A .45 round impacted the ground right in front of Nigel's crotch as Jack yelled, "The fuck she does wanker!"

"Jack." Dante looked up, his green eyes glowing. "Please. This is my show."

Jack's heart stilled at the demonic look Dante gave him. The Death Angel was severely pissed. Of course, he would be too if he had gotten shot in the head and woke up afterwards. He gulped and nodded.

"So, you're the father of the man who sold his own daughter to a life of slavery and debauchery," Dante drawled, tossing his weapon up again. "You're a sick fuck."

"The bad man helped killed Trixie's mommy," Fiona whispered softly as she clutched Sara's hand. "The bad man hurt Trixie when she was a very little girl. The bad did bad things to Trixie's behind..."

Something akin to a sonic boom shook the room and made everyone's ears pop. Dante had gone from the couch to strangling Nigel with one hand against the wall, 7 feet up. The drywall and plaster had a crater in it from Nigel's body. "You..." he growled in a gutteral voice as he choked the old man slowly to death. Several cracks and pops were heard. He gnashed his teeth as his eyes glowed brightly, scaring the living piss out of Nigel, who was very close to either suffocating to death or having a heart attack.

Dante suddenly let go of Nigel, who collapsed onto the floor hacking and wheezing. Walking briskly back, Dante picked up Nigel's Colt Python 6 inch and walked over to Trixie. He looked hard and long at the girl, who had tears flowing freely down her cheeks. Her eyes betrayed her emotions, and Dante could clearly see the angst, pain and brokenheartedness in her eyes. But wait... there was something else. Yes, he could see it... An underlying fury, one that was sparking within those blue orbs, threatening to break wild and ignite a firestorm...

Looking at the gleaming chrome revolver in his hand, Dante dropped it into Trixie's hands. "There are 2 rounds left in it," he told Trixie coldly. "This is your family matter. Everyone else... leave them."

He stalked out of the room, and the others slowly followed, leaving Trixie and her grandfather alone in the destroyed living room. She looked at the killing tool in her hands and then to her grandfather.

"Tr-Tr-Trixie!" Nigel tried to smile. "You wouldn't... kill your grandfather would you? Your own blood?"

"You and that rat bastard father of mine killed my mother!" Trixie yelled, gripping the gun tightly in both hands as she raised it. "You took away my childhood! You forced me to pleasure men 4 times my age! You raped me, you sodomised me and put me up on display at your sick fucking strip bars when I was 16! You ruined my life!"

"I let you have your life!" Nigel shouted, his face red with anger. "If it were up to my idiot son, you would have been strangled with your bloody umbilical cord the moment you were born! I made a deal with James, it was either you or your mother, and you owe me your LIFE you little shit!"

"SHUT UP!" Trixie screamed, pointing the gun at the old man. "JUST SHUT UP OLD MAN!"

"I enjoyed every second of it!" Nigel roared, crawling on his stomach towards his granddaughter. "Bolloxing you up your tight 10 year old arse was splendid the first time, and the dozens of times after that! Hah! You always could make an old man's bits rise up in an instant my dear! It's all you're good for! You were born for it! You have no other purpose other than to be fucked like the little slut you are Trixie Bailey!"

Trixie's bangs covered her face as the shining barrel of the revolver pointed down to Nigel's mouth. "My name... is Cookie. Old man. And you'll be eating your own bullets."

Nigel stopped at Trixie's feet and gripped her leg. "No, wait...!"

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BLAM! BLAM!

Jack flinched harshly as the shots went off. Dante gave everyone the eye to make sure no one left the room. Trixie would come in when she was ready.

Nearly half an hour passed when she finally came in. Her eyes were rimmed red, and her whole face was wet with tears. In her right hand she clutched the chrome Python loosely and she looked like a wreck. Sara and girls immediately ran towards her and enveloped the young girl with hugs. Jack couldn't restrain himself and added himself to the mix.

Dante nodded towards the young girl. "Okay, Trixie?" he asked.

She sniffled her nose loudly and gave him a shaky smile and nod. "Cookie," she answered.

Dante raised his eyebrow. "Cookie?" he repeated.

"Call me Cookie," she smiled brightly this time, and Dante could see the raging inferno within her sky blue eyes, contained, but always there from now on. She raised the gun. "Can I keep this?"

"It's your decision," Dante said wisely. "But why keep a memory of your past?"

Cookie held the revolver in her hands, as if it were a precious jewel. "From now on, this weapon of my old family will be used for good," she whispered. "It will remind me that while I have a new future, that I should remember the past and... be better than who I used to be."

Dante nodded again. "Wise words, for one so young, Cookie," he said. "I"m sure Jack can teach you how to properly use it."

Jack beamed at her comfortingly and drew her into a one-armed hug. "That's right Cookie, you make the food, I'll make you a shooter!" he said with a grin. "Welcome to Bad Company!"

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"Er, where's hotel security?"

Trixie's Introduction: Complete