Authors Note: Okay, it's been a while since last chapter, but there's a good reason for this, mainly because I've recently bought some new video games and was spending some time trying them out, as well as the whole of being out for a couple hours. Anyway, I have read the comment left by the one whom requested me to call them "ChipmunkFan101" and will address it below after the initial chapter itself.

EDIT: I realize that I've been away for a while, and that was mainly due to me not so much having writers block but I've been busy with other things, my mother came back for a visit from Alberta, I had to babysit my niece and nephew and to top it all off I caught a cold from one of my favourite little scamps, so if at one point or another this chapter seems a bit odd, then it's because of all that I managed to forget about the story itself. So I'm really, really sorry for the extreme delay on this chapter but since it's here then at least I didn't forget.

Disclaimer: Alvin and the chipmunks belongs to Ross B. and Fox Studios, the majority of the "Ultimate Series" belongs to MetalMunk, and the following characters belong to the following people:

Ivy, Izzy, Copper and Cream: MetalMunk

Cal: OceanPacifica

Centurion: HFMunkMadness

Tessa: Shoot the Moon

Vixen: PheonixWolf-77

Max: xxxx Team Jacob xxxx (formerly AATCROCKS02)

Stripes: AllisonTheArceus (formerly alvinchipmunkfan)

Zac: Blackwolf00

Nash: Chipmunkgirl234

Blade growled as yet another needle went into his body, glad he was able to ride through the pain of these "samples" that Izzy was taking from him, "Is that it? Am I now free to go lad?" Blade asked, as Izzy looked at the twelve vials he collected so far, "Well, I'd like to get at least one more sample from you, but first I need you to be at the peak of your adrenalin output, so for the moment take out what resentment you have at me and my needles on the practice dummies out back." Izzy replied, jotting down a note on a clipboard as the assimilated Reaper sighed and stood up, his weapon harness currently not on his body due to it having torn apart during the process of his assimilation, the garment being repaired and customized by Eleanor and Theodore in the relaxation hall. Once Blade made it to the training room, he immediately noticed that nobody was there, and almost as if to answer his unspoken question, Izzy's voice came in through the intercom on the wall, "I informed the staff that you'd be training, and asked them to leave in case you go out of control, nothing personal though," Izzy stated, as Blade chuckled and then rushed in, tackling one of the dummies and bending the steel plate it was welded to enough to pull a couple bolts out of the floor, in turn causing Blade to meekly push the two inch thick plate back into it's original shape and then stomp on the bolts to cover up his damages, "Oh, by the way, you're being video recorded, for research purposes only mind you," Izzy explained, as Blade sighed and nodded his acknowledgement, "I understand, but what are you testing me for? If it's to see if I'm assimilated then..." at this point Blade gestured to his body, as if to draw attention to the obvious changes, "...I think it's plain to see," Blade finished, as a figure appeared at one of the doors, cat-like eyes staring intently at the beastling warmonger, this not going unnoticed by Blade though, as he quickly turned and rushed toward the door, only to stop about two feet away and stare right back at...her?

The "her" in question was apparently one of the new beastlings made by Linda, Blade had heard her talking about making a female variant but never had he thought that...this would be the end result. The creature before her stood at a height that placed her at just below his chin, black feathers extending from her head and currently tied into a ponytail in the back, a pair of ears like a Fennec fox's on the sides of her head, and a pair of sapphire blue eyes staring up at the considerably larger beastling. What drew his attention for a brief moment was her clothing, a pair of hip hugging jeans with a tight fitting V-neck shirt, thankfully the straps of a bra visible through the shirt, and lower down a fair bit of her nicely toned belly was showing. Behind her was a two foot long tail, covered in the same golden brown fur of her body and tipped with the same feathers as on her head and upon further examination, adorning her forearms as well. She had no footwear to speak of, her legs standing on a pair of dainty little paws, and only when she let out a nervous chuckle did Blade realize that he was staring at her, and immediately shifted his gaze to a different part of the room, chuckling and rubbing the back of his neck a bit, "Sorry about that, hope I didn't frighten you," Blade said, a giggle being heard from the female beastling before him, "It's fine, I shouldn't have been in here anyway, I just happened to hear you and thought I'd get a look at who Mother told me to be wary of," she replied, gaining a confused look from Blade, "What? Why should you be wary of me?" Blade asked, the girl sighing and shaking her head, "Well, for starters, you're assimilated, and secondly even if you weren't assimilated, she'd still think f you as a threat to me...guess I'm kinda like her only daughter of sorts, so it's motherly love I suppose...oh where's my manners, my name's Sheridan, or Sheri for short," she explained, as Blade nodded and noted his considerably changed body, looking at the red armor plates now fused with his body and growling lightly at the fact that they came from...him.

"Well, seeing as you're a new beastling, what's the name of your particular class?" Blade asked, causing a blush to form on Sheridan's cheeks as she chuckled nervously, but before she could respond, Blade held his hand up in a "hush" gesture, his ears pivoting around as he heard something. Eventually, a low rumble was able to be both heard and somewhat felt coming from above, as Blade growled and looked to Sheridan, "We'll finish this discussion later, right now we're under attack!" Blade said, rushing out the door and leaving the girl behind him. Meanwhile up top, the source of the rumbling was plain to see and the last thing anyone wanted to actually see, let alone fight...as Area 51 was being attacked by an assimilated Tank, his body nearly double it's normal size in muscle mass, muscles so large that they look on the verge of ripping the skin covering them as the brute moves, and eyes of deep cool black showing on the head, which itself gained three more horns, two more on either side of the head pointed forward for charging, while a single, shorter horn rose from the monster's nose. On the shoulders was a pair of exoskeleton plates, like pauldrons on a suit of armor, each the color of brilliant fire, contrasting the nearly black feathers covering the arms and still useless wings on the back of the monster. Grey fur covered the lower torso and feet, as well as the tail up to the club, there it matched the exoskeleton on the brute's shoulders and also featured spikes in every direction possible, making it more of a mourning star than a simple club. The hands of the brute had some armor plating on the knuckles, and the talons were a deep blood red color, and apparently were easily able to cut through anything it's path, as it slashed at a guard tower and sent the structure to the ground, roaring as the guards on duty fired on it, the bullets hitting their mark well enough, but with such muscle mass on the beast's frame, they may as well have been the bite of a flea. As Blade emerged from the building, he saw the monster and gasped, never in his life had he thought anything could be this big, so strong...and if he had to venture a guess, was apparently happy to plough him down to the ground, as it swiftly turned towards him and started to charge, Blade knowing full well that despite his being assimilated, he'd stand little chance in trying to fight against something like this. What he didn't expect was the huge metal fist that flew over his head and slammed into the assimilated Tank's face, sending the monster flying a couple feet and making it roar in pain as it writhed for a moment then got up, blood rushing from it's face as it glared at the one who hurt it...Bruton.

The two Tanks circled around each other for a period of about ten minutes, then the assimilated Tank charged at Bruton, whom for his part was waiting for his chance to strike, finding it when Blade rushed ahead to try and fight the titanic monster, only to be nearly crushed under a giant fist, "BRUTON, GET OUT OF HERE!" Blade shouted, getting a grunt from Bruton in response as he gestured to an area behind the enemy Tank, Blade glancing to said spot and finding Benjamin rushing toward the monster, extending his shield and slamming it down on the assimilated Tank's tail, slicing it off and ridding the brute of it's spiked club, as well as dealing a fair bit of damage to the monster itself, the muscled brute shrieking as it turned and landed a deadly blow against Benjamin's shield. While distracted, Bruton rushed toward the mutant beastling and slashed at it with his metal talons, causing the giant Tank to growl and bash Bruton with a backhanded blow, sending the mechanically altered Tank flying a couple feet back, no sooner having changed his focus as he was grabbed from behind by the horns on his head, Benjamin tugging on them until he managed to rip one off the left side of the attacker's head, only to flop it around and use it like a dagger of sorts to stab at the assimilated Tank, getting a good few stabs in before he was yanked off and thrown into the wall of one of the warehouses on the base. The tank was furious by this point, not only had his job been interrupted, but he was wounded, missing part of his tail, and was stabbed repeatedly with one of his own horns! His eyes almost blazed with rage as he focused on the Tank from earlier, the thing apparently having lost the function of it's mechanical legs as it tried to get away, a grin forming on the considerably larger Tank as it rushed towards Bruton, intent on just ripping the half formed monster to shreds, only to be met by another, considerably faster creature, ploughing the assimilated Tank into the ground and growling into his face, "You had better not be planning to kill anyone, as I won't let you," the creature growled, as the Tank threw hi off of himself and got up, looking around and finding nothing...well, at least until the creature slashed it's claws across his face, causing the Tank to roar in pain and swing it's massive arm at the annoying creature, not really hitting it as much as simply knocking it to the ground, showing the creature to be another beastling of some sort, it had the head of a hawk with deep dark red feathers on it, a pair of feline ears on the sides for hearing, a body like a Soldier with bony armor all over it, and a pair of arms with a wicked set of claws and encased in exoskeleton armor. The legs were like a normal Soldier, and along the backs of them were a few spines, similar spines seen on the back of the creature, as well as on the tip of the tail, the torso itself covered in blackened fur, not so much total black itself but patterned as if it were covered in tar or oil, the feet of the legs ending in paws like a tigers, "You may not know it yet, but I am your death monster!" the creature shouted, as it leaped at the Tank and slashed at it again, making considerable progress in weakening it before the brute roared and punched the other creature into a far off warehouse, it's hand trembling as black blood oozed from it's many wounds like thick oil from a rock.

It then turned it's attention to Blade, growling and moving towards him, and just about a foot away readying a punch to send the traitorous beastling to Death himself, only to stop and sniff the air, Blade becoming confused before he too smelled something, looking over his shoulder to find Sheridan standing in one of the holes made in a wall, her previous outfit though was replaced by something...different. Sheridan grinned as she saw the giant of flesh and muscle, purring softly as it let out a low rumbling growl and slowly approached her, "That's it, come to mama," she said to herself, as she started swiveling her hips and waving her arms in a rather enticing dance, her pheromone having a massive effect on the assimilated Tank it would seem, both by it breathing the scent in and by the chemicals of her attractive scent getting into his woulds and in turn directly into his blood stream. By the time the giant brute was a foot away from Sheridan, it had all but collapsed onto the ground, content to just watch the new object of his desires dancing for him, "Blade, think you could do me a favor and kill this guy? As much as I love dancing, I can't be doing it until he bleeds out naturally," Sheridan called out, the assimilated Reaper having to shake his head and nod to get she Entertainer's aroma out of his head, "Sure thing," Blade said, glancing to his left and grabbing a warped and twisted piece of metal, it had enough of an edge due to how it was torn from the main barricade that it would due as a makeshift knife.

The assimilated Tank was so enthralled by Sheridan's dance, he didn't even notice as Blade climbed onto his back, up toward his head, and reached under his chin, though his eyes shot wide as he felt a brief moment of pain, then heard the sound of liquid splattering the ground, then the sensation of coldness filling his limbs as his blood was drained from his corpse. Glancing one last time at Sheridan, he let out a pained whimper before his body simply went slack and dropped to the ground, Blade leaping off the Tank's back as he quickly rushed to Bruton, "Okay lad, let's see...oh, here's the problem, the connector cables are unplugged, just a moment..." and as Blade said this, he fitted the proper wires back into their positions, immediately allowing Bruton to get back to his feet again, rumbling happily as he was able to walk once again. Blade then turned his attention to Sheridan, whom for her part was simply watching him as he performed his duties, "Why'd you come out here? That thing could've killed you!" Blade shouted, causing Sheridan to back away slightly from the loudness of his voice, "Well, I figured you could use a bit of help, and I did manage to distract him for you," Sheridan explained, as she placed one of her hands onto her hip, drawing attention to the dual slitted skirt she was wearing, and causing Blade to shake his head as he found himself staring at her again, about to say something before he went stock still, then quickly whipped around and caught the warped metal chunk in his hand, the Tank apparently having just enough life left in it to make a last attempt to kill him, after which the fleshy brute truly dropping to the ground, the tremor caused by the impact of it's body shaking Blade off his feet and knocking himself into Sheridan, causing her to yelp and blush as she was pressed against his body.

Later on after the assimilated Tank was wheeled off for examination, and the other beastlings were taken to Stitch for medical treatment, Alvin sighed and looked to Sid, whom he had assigned as the team's covert operative, "Tell me, when my team and I landed in Russia, did you know we were coming?" Alvin asked, as Sid sat at one of the canteen tables, eating some salad the newer cook, a Culinary beastling by the name of Ramsey, had prepared for him, the Russian monster chuckling as he nodded, "Yes, I knew, I even informed my now dead family not to attack, so that I may be able to negotiate for them to live in peace." Sid replied, as he took another bite of his salad, Alvin hopping onto the table top to better address the monster, "Well, when we first entered-" "Yes, I'm aware one of the Poison's rushed for your mate, and I won't condemn her for defending herself, the Poisons were always a on a bit of a, how do you say it, "hair trigger" I guess," Sid said, then nodded apologetically for having cut his commander off, "Sorry for being rude, I guess the heat of this country, despite your air conditioning, is starting to get to me," Sid explained, getting a nod from Alvin, "I understand, J-Rod and Izzy are currently making you a suit so that your body can regulate it's temperature easier in various climates, but more to the point, I'd like to say that I'm sorry for having killed your family," Alvin said, as Sid smiled and nodded, "Most appreciated comrade, and I'm sorry for breaking your arm's weapon," Sid replied, causing Alvin to laugh, "You know, I'd nearly forgotten about that," Alvin said, as Sid chuckled and rubbed the back of his neck, "No you didn't, if anything you've been pissed off about it for the duration of my time here in your homeland," Sid replied, Alvin about to defend himself when he remembered Sid's telepathic abilities, "Okay, I'll give you that," Alvin replied, as he hopped off of the table and made his way to the rest of the building, his mate Brittany passing him on his way out, though not before she managed to place a quick kiss to his cheek. The female chipmunk then made her way up to the canteen, leaping up and landing gracefully on the counter top, her metal right hand making a clunk as she stumbled and caught herself, once again causing her to sigh as she made her order, "Hey, Ramsey! I'd like a blueberry muffin and a cup of green tea please, and don't rush with it, I know you're busy with other orders and-" "Actually I just so happen to have some muffins in the oven, and as for the tea, I can brew a quick pot in a jiffy," Ramsey explained, then chuckled nervously in realization of having cut Brittany off mid-sentence, "Sorry about that ma'am, my conversation skills aren't the best, as you can see," Ramsey said, as Brittany nodded and smiled, "No worries, I've met people worst off than you in regards to social etiquette, just give a holler when they're ready and I'll come back to pick them up," Brittany replied, as she turned and leaped to the table Sid was sitting at, once again stumbling a bit as she landed, growling and slamming her metal fist into the table, yelping when she left a pretty decent sized dent in the table itself, "Still getting used to it I see huh?" Sid asked, as Brittany turned and nodded to the Russian monster, "Yeah...this thing is no heaver than my real arm was, why do I land like a drunk on a trampoline?" Brittany asked, as Sid chuckled and shook his head, "I'm no doctor, but based on what you can do with that Swiss army knife you call an arm, I'd say that it must at least weigh a bit more than the real thing," Sid replied, as Brittany grumbled and crossed her arms, the soft whirr of motors and servos able to be heard clearly in the near silence of the cafeteria, "And it's throwing my balance off, right?" Brittany asked, getting a nod from Sid, "Anything that's heavier than normal can throw off balance, doesn't matter if it's by pounds or grams, if that arm of yours weighs even a fraction of a gram more than the original limb, then it'll throw off your balance, at least until you get used to it." Sid explained, as Brittany looked at her metal arm and sighed, "I'll take your word on it, seeing as you're probably reading my mind anyway," Brittany said, a playful tone in her voice as she sat on the tabletop and for a moment kept to herself.

"You're curious of me, aren't you?" Sid asked, causing Brittany to raise an eyebrow and then nod, "No point in hiding it, yes I'm curious of you, mainly how you ended up in Russia long enough to call that your native home," Brittany replied, as Sid finished his salad and stretched a bit, "Well, to start off, I landed there about a year ago, at that point I was little more than an amorphous blob of genetic material.." Sid started, as Brittany heard her name being called and she quickly retrieved her items and returned to listen to the story if Sid's early life.

And there we go, chapter 6 is up. Not to reiterate, I am sorry that I've been away for so long, I hope to get the next chapter up sooner than this. Anyway, in case you are reading chipmunkfan101, at this point in time, it is unfeasible to make Brittany and Alvin have a child, at least at this point, depending on how long I make this story I'll see what I can do, but in any near future chapters, I cannot. But I like your suggestion, and I'll keep it in mind.

Anyways (gosh I use that word a lot), I have a slight spoiler to the next chapter, and that is it is a flashback, start to finish in it's entirety, and it may be up sooner than this chapter was, and if the events in this chapter seem like I forced my way through them, that's because I did, I was dreadfully stuck and for the life of me I couldn't gracefully get them done, so this is the "i have writers block, but I'm finishing this story," chapter. Next chapter should be more elegant. As always, hope you enjoyed, sorry for the wait, and as Markiplier says, I'll see you in the next update...Bye Bye!