[Mid-2060]
It was clear to the 30 years old Morrison that he might die at this job, but he still stayed.
The former SEAL was on his way to his new job while thinking about the past.
When Krueger offered him a job in GK he immediately accepted it, not because of the money, but because he felt that it was right, his intuition rarely got things wrong after all.
He went into the company's commander course and completed it flawlessly, that even Krueger himself was surprised.
"Why were you not a squad leader back then?" He asked Morrison when they were celebrating his graduation with Helian and the small strawberry girl named Kalina that is smarter than she credits herself for.
Morrison's thoughts went back when he was still a soldier during WW3. The horrors of the war made him a little dizzy.
"... probably because I felt that it's not the time yet. And you know my intuition, it's right most of the time." He answered with a laugh.
Now it's his first day on the job as a commander, Although it's quite different from the other usual ones. He was going to lead a small team instead of being assigned into a sector and staying there, Morrison and his chosen members are then going to be around the sectors doing odd jobs and support commander's there that are struggling with their base and jobs. He's also to report to Krueger on what's happening in their base and their way of leading.
He's waiting for the two members of his small team inside one of the meeting rooms, in front of him was a set of coffee and tea in separate thermos, there's also three cups there waiting to be filled. He reviewed their files one more time, and noticed something.
'No fire control module but they have electronic warfare modules…' he mused to himself, coming up with plans.
A knock at the door interrupted his thoughts as he told them that the door is open.
The door opened to reveal a girl, a tactical doll, that would have been not out of place in society if it weren't for her carrying a gun, a UMP. Her olive hair complementing her outfit that looks like an undercover agent for the CIA, she also seems to have an exoskeleton fitted for her legs. Her smile seems strained for a bit.
"You're our new commander, correct?" She asked, receiving a nod from Morrison. "UMP40, making an appearance, Commander!" She introduced herself cheerfully. "Come on, 45. Introduce yourself!"
She nudged behind her, as another doll came into Morrison's view. A girl with similar hair colour as UMP40, she wears a dark jacket with yellow outlines and highlights inside,a combat vest with GRIFFIN marked over it with pouches, she wears a skirt above her leggings and yellow and black boots, she also has a UMP as her weapon. She seems to be meek.
"U-UMP 45, L-let's get along!" She says before returning behind 40.
Morrison noted their reactions and the fact that they have no fire control module and came into a theory, he decided to test it out, as he abruptly stood up and noted their reactions.
UMP40 tensed as the smile in her face faltered and replaced it with suspicion and awareness… and 45 seems to hide more behind her.
"Commander Morrison Gray, nice to meet you two." He says. "Let's get along from now on." He gestured towards the seat on the opposite side. "Feel free to take a seat…. Do you girls want coffee, or tea?" He asked.
UMP 40 hesitated before answering. "Coffee, please."
He started to pour a cup of coffee for UMP40 and looked at 45.
"How about you, Miss 45?" He asked, causing the girl to seem to be caught red-handed.
Morrison noted that, as he eyed 40 who was also observing him. He subtly pointed 45, which she thankfully got, and went to ask 45.
"I.. I want a coffee too." She answered.
Morrison softened his face, and nodded.
"Alright, take a seat then and relax." He says as he poured the second cup with coffee for 45.
The two submachine-gun dolls took a seat at his opposite side, and accepted the coffee. Morrison sat down once again as he had his own coffee.
"I'll be blunt to you two, I don't expect you two to do great in terms of combat." He says bluntly, making the two flinch. UMP40 was about to retort when he cutted them off. "But I expect you two to be able to do cyber warfare and electronic attacks with efficiency." He says as he pushes both files of the two towards them. "No fire control module yet you two possess a new Electronic Warfare one. I'm going to ask Krueger to make sure we don't get a live-combat heavy mission to not burden you two with more burden. I'm confident that you two are fine with that, yes?" He finished.
UMP40 and 45 was surprised, inside the files are notes on their own records, such as how to use their EW modules, and notes on how they should react or fix their mistakes in their training.
Morrison is really different from the other rookie commanders in this PMC.
[Months later, somewhere in Sector 09]
Bang! Bang!
"Keep moving, 45! Commander, where do we go next?!" 40 shouted as they both tried to shake off their pursuer through the alleyways of an abandoned town.
"Take a right at the second alleyway to your right, there should be a wall you two can easily jump over, that should give you two some distance between these blasted bandits." Morrison said through their comms.
UMP45 got another one of them in the head, but struggled in reloading fast, she then got dragged away by 40 as they both ran towards the direction he pointed them. They're both in their last mag.
The sisters made the jump effortlessly as the bandits struggled a little bit. They got some distance.
"Now what?!" 45 asked out loud. "Commander, we're at our last mag, after that we're dry!"
"Keep going, I pinged the distance of the place I want you two to go through." Morrison says as a distance and electronic ping was sent to the two, they wasted no time at running towards it.
They reached another narrow alleyway that seemed to be blocked off.
"Keep going, go to the opposite side." He commanded, the two saw nothing there besides a large trash bin. They obeyed his orders, as the bandits caught up to them.
There's 6 of them with different guns.
"Well then, ladies! It looks like you two are cornered!" The leader, 40 assumed, said with glee, a disgusting perverted face present. "Now, we don't want to hurt you two, unlike your "Commander" who led you here at a dead end! We'll make sure to take care of you~! Hehehe."
40 stepped in front of 45 who was obviously terrified.
"No, the commander has a plan. I'm sure he didn't abandon us." She said, although a small part of her seems to think of what-if.
The bandit was about to say something when she noticed the signal, she immediately covered 45 ears and closed her eyes.
A bang went off behind her, gunshots, and then silence.
She opened her eyes and tried to gain her bearings. Flashbangs usually don't work against robots, but dolls are pretty much built to be similar to humans.
45 opened her eyes as well, to stare at 40 who's still concussed, and Morrison rappelling down behind her.
"Commander! You left me out again!" She pouted as Morrison got to the ground. He chuckled at her reaction, as he unfastened his harness and reached them.
He patted 45's and 40's head, who is starting to get out of her concussed state, looking at him. "Good job, you two. Both of you did great."
45's pout disappeared at the headpats, while 40 laughed at the amusing 180 of her sister.
Morrison's squad, or MS Team by Krueger, was operating successfully these past few months. Although it seems that everyone else outside of a few high ranks have no idea who are the people behind MS Team. Some rumours are even circulating that Krueger somehow acquired a whole team of former SEALs. The efficiency of their works are scary as they leave no evidence of their existence behind besides the reports that they completed their mission.
The submachine-gun sister's EW capabilities are much stronger than Morrison's estimation. Yet he incorporated this with his sharp planning and skills flawlessly as a former SEAL.
This results in both him and the two gaining anonymous notoriety when it comes to missions within Griffin.
And in the past months, he finally got them to open up, and gave them advice and comfort, that they're not useless, that the buffoons that said those harsh words to them are idiots who are dumber than pigs.
Flashback starts.
"And that's why those asshole should learn not to fucking mess with you two. You're part of my team now after all." Morrison said as MS Team made their way to the office, they just finished their mission when 40 and 45 got confronted by their former commander, taunting them and calling them useless. Morrison was talking to the front desk when he noticed the commotion.
Let's just say that the pig was not going to show up anytime soon.
"I'll admit, that was a great punch, that swine deserves it." 40 commented.
45 agreed. "It was very satisfying, seeing him crying and pissing his pants in fear." She says with a little dangerous laugh.
Morrison nervously chuckled. "Please don't be happy when someone gets punched like that, even if it's because they did something terrible to you two doesn't mean you can enjoy it. That laugh of yours might turn you into a sadist, 45." He says causing 45 to pout and 40 chuckling loudly.
"See sis? I told you." 40 jabbed
"I'm not a sadist! I'm a proper young girl!" 45 insisted, although she gets it's a joke it still annoys her, as she playfully punches both Morrison and 40 at annoyance. Much to her dismay, that only made them laugh harder.
This dynamic makes Morrison think they're family, a second one…a second chance for something right, fortunately for him it's not only him who thought about it, both 40 and 45 consider him as part of their family already, although they didn't say it.
Flashback End.
He sighs as he finishes reporting the last mission to Krueger and Helian on their way back to GK in an unmarked SUV.
45 was asleep in the backseat, saving power due to exhausting herself using her own EW module more than 40. 40 is at his right, still awake and keeping him company.
"Well, that went well." She commented.
Morrison nodded but his eyes were a lot less brighter than it usually is when talking about mission success.
"Although, it could have been faster if I did account for the bandits being back earlier than usual at the plans."
40 gave his shoulder a squeeze.
"It's fine, as long as we're alive and the mission was done correctly." She says, trying to comfort the WW3 vet.
Morrison sighs. "I guess you're right. Thanks 40."
40 chuckles, as she watched him bounce right back to his brighter yet aloof self. "No, it's thanks to you that you gave us a meaning, and helped us realise that we have another set of skills that we can use as t-doll's."
They stayed silent after that, no conversation. 40 starts humming a song, which surprised Morrison, he joined the humming as a second voice.
She briefly wonders what would have happened if Morrison was not there to be their new commander, would they still be stuck at the GK training centre, being the center of ridicule from their old commander there?
She didn't want to find out, happy that she and her sister were in a team with Commander Morrison.
[Late 2061.]
Morrison rushed to Krueger's office, furious.
He knocked loud before coming in.
"KRUEGER! WHERE THE HELL IS MY TEAM!" he asked loudly, violence seems to be threatening to come out of his voice.
Krueger was silent, so was Helian.
It was not what they all were expecting to have happened.
Flashback
"Huh?" Morrison was NOT hearing this right, yes?
"I'm sorry, but you need to do this alone due to the client's request." Krueger says with a hardened gaze. "I know what you'll say, but this mission is really important for the company, and you're the only one qualified for this that I trusted. I'll be honest, I want you to bring those two aswell because you three are really amazing and efficient, but the client was insistent, wanting it to be done by human hands and finished by human aswell."
Morrison has a bad feeling about it, but concedes.
"Alright, I'll take it. What about the two? I can't leave them alone in the base afterall." He asked with worry.
"Don't worry, I'll assign them to the contract that we got from BGB so we can lend them some dolls. MS Team 45 and 40 will be under the Support Squad 14, their mission is to be backup when they grab someone. Other than that, they should be plenty safe." Krueger explained, knowing Morrison to be tight-lipped as a former SEAL.
"I really hope so, Krueger." He says, as he takes a look at his mission.
Flashback end.
"Fuck!" Morrison shouted, as he sat down on the couch at the office.
He was looking at the list of casualties, staring at a specific spot.
Support Squad 14:
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Tactical Doll UMP40: KIA
Tactical Doll UMP45: MIA
'Please, if this is a bad dream, let me wake up….' throughout the months they were together as MS Team, he learnt their problems and he managed to relate to them, growing closer to the point he considered them as family….
'His fucking family was taken away from him while he wasn't looking, FOR THE SECOND FUCKING TI—' he was snapped out of it by young Kalina, who was shaking him.
"Uncle Mor, please…." She's brave for snapping the scary man out of his thoughts.
He sighs, as a single tear fell down from his eye.
"Krueger, what the actual fuck happened." He asked shakily.
"SF units went AWOL and killed everyone in the facility." Krueger explained with visible tiredness.
"Really? And they managed to kill everyone? Even MY Squad?!" He asked with anger, seeing the flaw.
Krueger shakes his head, and was about to explain when he was tapped by Helian.
"No, he deserves the truth." The big man of GK says before looking back at Morrison. "Everyone apparently started killing each other, our guess is because of something inside of them, Persica was working real hard on trying to find out what the hell happened, she showed us a few clips on what happened….It wasn't pretty."
Morrison shakes in anger again. He was blinded by anger and sorrow, that he really wished to just rush into the scene and find 40 and possibly, 45.
Krueger stands up and walks towards Morrison and hands him something, a t-doll core.
"I managed to get this core back there, but Persica said the neural clouds are in shambles and she herself wasn't sure if she'll be able to restore 40 without complications."
Morrison shakily grabbed the core and carefully clutched it close to him, sniffling as he tried real hard to not cry yet he failed.
He cried as he clutched the remains of one of his only remaining 'family'. Losing his family once was already hard, losing the second one is a lot more painful.
[3 Years later, year 2062]
Morrison looked out of the helicopter as it landed on S09.
He was greeted by a small base separated by a river in between. The airfield is small enough for one plane and two helicopters to use.
There are two people waiting for him. One is very familiar to the commander.
"Uncle Morri!" Kalina shouted in surprise and delight as she raced and hugged the older man.
"Hey there kiddo, how are you?" He chuckled as he patted the girl's head after separating himself from the hug.
"Doing just fine! Although I'm quite stressed trying to run this base…wait, that uniform! Don't tell me…!" She explained only noticing that he's wearing a different uniform from the one he usually wore back then.
"Heh, got it right kid. I heard from Krueger that this base is struggling, but he didn't tell me you're the one who's keeping it afloat." Morrison said as he looked into the other person that was waiting for him there. "I'm guessing you're the temporary second on command here if Kalina is the one calling the shots?"
The man was old, definitely, wearing cargo pants and a dark coloured shirt, some grease is in his arms, but not in his hands, which he extended forward. "Jafar, this base's head mechanic."
Morrison accepted the handshake. "Morrison Gray, the new commander for S09. Nice to meet ya."
He'll be frank, after years of working alone, he was excited to work with people again, either dolls or humans.
He promised himself to make sure they end up safe after all.
Although he senses that it would be exhausting.
A.N:
Okay why did this idea sound so appealing I managed to write this very fast? I honestly have no clue.
terrible pacing and some laziness visible, so there's that.
Next Chapter is ready soon, just making sure it looks better than this one.
Beware of the pacing tho.