Monk
R12 was one of the many worlds with a Rapture equivalent, a guy built an underwater city then plasmids were found then everything went to hell in a nuclear war and everyone died. You would be surprised how often humanity gets wiped out by nuclear war. Thing is: in R12 there was an AI, an advanced AI that was told to build and build it did until Rapture covered the Pacific's oceanic floor, producing plasmids and the like like crazy.
The agent who found R12 must have gotten one hell of a bonus. So what did R12 do, besides sell plasmids and Tonics? Agent processing, or at least my small corner of the world did that. The job of our division was to render down reagents and supplies and help make new bodies for agents.
I remembered one agent, crazy son of a bitch scored a 100. A fucking hundred! You score that high and you can write your god damned ticket. Lucky bastard is living it up in Remnant right now with swank-level dragon powers, probably has an extensive harem of women and is living the good life.
"Hmm."
Not that I can complain. Tifa looked at me.
"Why don't you and Star have some shower time."
Star kissed me and took my hand, we went to the shower and she bent over. I, of course, took that invitation. I plunged inside her and she moaned.
"This is nice but do not be afraid to be less than gentle, friend Mark."
Yeah... Once again, not going to refuse that! We made love and then we cuddled in the shower, I held Star tight and she sighed.
"Thanks, I needed that."
"You holding up ok?"
"The nightmares are the worst part, I think. It is good that I have the two of you."
She took a breath.
"Thank you again, Mark. I... I needed this."
With that done we started breakfast, and I thought about my last summon. I thought for a moment about maybe picking an Elisabeth but I dismissed the thought. Vae Victus purposefully hunted those girls down. They would take them and skin them and use them to create their own portal network. One of their favored tactics was to remove all of their skin slowly and then decapitate their heads and keep them alive with tech. The woman in question would be fully aware and in constant agony, unable to speak in her jar and used as a mass portal system for the rest of her life.
That life could last decades.
So definitely not her, concentrate on blonds. Luna was an option and had a nice personality she would get along with the rest of the girls. Supergirl was a potential choice too... No, I have to be rational. My first pick, Tifa, could be just because I liked her and Star, while a more rational choice, was also a good mate but my last pick had to bring something to the table. I remembered the list.
Samus Aran, bounty hunter, she could train people and she knew tech. She had exactly what I needed and was incredibly dangerous, she had to be my last pick. I looked at my two girls, this could wait until after the fleet was finished.
The fleet is finished.
I have called for the Front to pick it up, it's time.
I summon Samus, I look at the Pod nervously and press a button. The pod opens, she's taller than me in the suit and looks down at me.
"I'm a clone, aren't I?"
Wow. The other two haven't figured that out like at all.
"Yes, but um?"
"How did I figure it out? Lack of scar tissue, old injuries not acting up, a lack of the little breaks and pains that come with the job."
"That could just come from better medical tech."
"Doubtful. Feel younger, more energy. No, have to be a clone."
She looked at me.
"Feeling a connection, romantic, mental compulsion."
She looked at me.
"Is that going to be a problem?"
"Thinking about past, about what I am capable of. You're afraid of me."
"Can you give me a single reason why I shouldn't be afraid?"
"No. Fear is good, it shows that you're sensible. Mental compulsions logical, though not ideal."
She looked at me.
"I will wait to see more before I kill you out of hand."
She walked out of the pod, I tilt my head and she walks with me.
"What do you want of me?"
"I intend on creating an army of supersoldiers for a rebel army so they can fight off both an oppressive government and an alien invasion. I need someone to actually train them."
She paused.
"Hmm... I am a logical choice, yes. Know much of tactics, infiltration, combat, and how to use strange abilities on fly for maximum results. I will of course want to see files on both the attacking aliens and local government before I render judgment."
She looked at me, her helmet not giving me a single hint of her thoughts.
"Do not bother lying to me, I will find out the truth anyway."
"And afterward?"
"The righteousness of your cause will decide if you live or die."
That naturally took us to the bridge where I let her read up through my files on the Covenant and the UNSC. She was silent and I cringed as she easily overrode any firewalls I had. She was calm as she went through everything. Then she looked at me.
"Typical imperial system. Inner colonies extract resources and wealth from outer colonies and use superior industry and numbers to continue system."
She looked at me, that helmet was really a bit unnerving.
"This, by itself, is not enough to earn my aid. In time outer colonies would become industrialized parts of core and more colonies would, in turn, become new outer colonies. There is also the fact that UNSC provides security. By themselves, those grievances would not be enough to warrant my enmity."
She paused.
"With Covenant incoming would normally side with the UNSC. Would destroy rebellion to secure species survival, would kill you to ensure it."
I sat down at the captain's chair.
"Well if you're going to do it then I'm ready."
I knew my odds if I fought her in a closed environment. She looked at me, still unreadable, but I'd be damned if I went out like a bitch.
"Bravery, you know I can kill you but refuse to show fear. Wish to die with dignity, a point in your favor. But also unnecessary, read files on ONI. Read what they do, what they have done. Tactics are beyond reprehensible, prey upon innocent people, steal people's children. UNSC allows this, allows them free reign over the outer colonies. Out of sight, out of mind. The UNSC has broken the social contract between itself and the outer colonies. Conclusion: working for you is acceptable."
She tapped through my network.
"Fleet is small but decently sized, with plans to build more. Enemy network hacked, it won't work long. Decisive battle won't work as a strategy, enemy doesn't have the psych profile for that to work. But can use concentration of force to win major battles, can use this to increase chances of survival. You need me to train whelps."
She nods her head.
"Can do, have training in such things, will not go easy on them. Whelps must be broken down before built up into a proper fighting force."
She looked through my computer.
"I will require something though."
"Like what?"
"You will have to buy a tweed jacket and I will need a schoolgirl outfit, a cheerleader outfit... Hmm, that would be sufficient for now but might need more outfits later."
"Why?"
"Sexual roleplay."
I blinked at her.
"Mental compulsion will in time force me to love you, high chance of us making love. If so, wish to indulge in fantasy of being naughty schoolgirl being disciplined by professor."
I stared at her.
"If we are both going to both be bottoms this relationship is going to have problems."
"I'm sorry, I just didn't expect that."
"Have to be in control at all times on job, will have to be in control as senior drill sergent. Last thing I need is to have to be in control in bedroom too, is not fair to me at all."
She went back to the computer.
"Two..."
"What?"
"Or three children? Past me was lonely. Thought about family, never committed. Dedicated to cause, never enough time. Second chance, want a family. Wish for at minimum two children, three would be ideal."
She looked at me.
"With mental compulsions, if I do not kill you, is likely we will have romantic relationship. Would rather state goals in advance."
She got up.
"Though I will wait until you have seeded the alien, would be rude to jump queue. I will find my room now and introduce myself to fellow sister brides. Please have a nice day, I have decided not to kill you."