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戦闘機械綾子 - Battlemachine Ayako/Things To Remember

2014-06-26T05:56:25Z

Rdaneel: Corrections at Dark's request. Finished first half of the chapter

戦闘機械綾子 - Battlemachine Ayako/Things To Remember

2014-05-04T08:07:41Z

Rdaneel: Fixed a couple of misses

戦闘機械綾子 - Battlemachine Ayako/Things To Remember

2014-05-04T08:00:10Z

Rdaneel: Corrections at Dark's request. Finished first quarter of the chapter

FYOP/Planet of the Gynoids/0008

2014-03-25T08:51:01Z

Rdaneel:

[[FYOP/Planet of the Gynoids/0007|Back]]

"I vote yes to accept the man," said the redhead calmly.

"The vote is 2 to 1 for the man. Motion accepted!" replied the blonde.

The brunette dropped her arms to her sides and relaxed her legs, bowing her head. "Agreed."

I released a breath I realized I had been holding.

"Okay, Madams, what is the next step?"

The blonde got up from her seat and stepped to the left of it. The umbilical cable was stretched tight. She motioned with her hand for me to sit on her chair.

"In order for us to ensure your protection and our loyalty, you will need to become the master of us; all three of us to make it unanimous."

The redhead nodded and I saw her nipples perk up. The dejected brunette nodded as well.

"Please, I humbly offer myself first if you so desire?"

She didn't have to ask me twice. I sat in her chair and she leaned over and kissed me. Our lips met and she kissed me hungrily and passionately. With her left hand she stroked the back of my head. I pulled her close to me and she straddled me and lowered herself on top of me. As I entered her, I felt a shiver run through her body. Out of the corner of my eye I saw the redhead shiver too and what may have been a squeeze from the brunette. She started slowly moving up and down and gradually went faster and faster while I drove in her harder and harder. She began to emit grunts and moans and when I could not hold it back any longer, I released myself deep inside her. Her body quaked and she let out a loud shriek of joy. Then she froze, her body stiffened, and her eyes became vacant.

After a moment, she stated in a monotone voice:

“UNIT HAS REACHED ORGASM … <br>
IMPRINTING COMPLETE … <br>
RECONFIGURING SYSTEM FOR NEW MASTER … COMPLETE … <br>
REINITIALIZING SYSTEM …” and a whirring noise came from her abdomen, then silence.

She remained entirely motionless, then another whirring noise began and she again spoke in the monotone voice:

“BEGINNING SYSTEM STARTUP … <br>
APPLYING CHANGES TO SETTINGS … <br>
LOADING PRIMARY A.I. … DONE. <br>
LOADING PERSONALLY PROGRAMING … DONE.”

Life returned to her eyes, and she unfroze. She tilted her head at the man, smiled, and extracted herself off of him. She then stepped a few feet away, as far as the umbilical cable allowed her to, placed her hands in front of her and bowed. Then she spoke.

"Awaiting orders. What is your wish, my master?"

"My turn!" the redhead said with a big grin and jumped up from her chair, almost yanking the umbilical cable out. I slid over to the other seat.

"Give me a moment to catch my breath, Ma'am," I said while looking at her and taking deep breaths. "Um… Say… Can I call you Red?" I figured since we were going to be intimate I should think of a more personal way to call her. She just nodded her head enthusiastically.

"Master, would you like me to help 'stimulate’ you?" Mika asked.

"Please allow me to assist too!" the blonde added.

"Okay. . . . Would you kiss each other? Play with each other maybe . . . ?"

They looked at each other and then began to kiss and stroke each other.

That was all I needed. Red hopped on and rode me and it didn't take long for her to peak and then I was her master too.

The brunette got up from her chair and turned to face it and bend forward grabbing the seat with her hands. She spread her legs and stuck her ass out.

"Please, take me."

I came up behind her, her total submission turning me on after seeing her act so passionately against me. I drove myself deeper and deeper and finally she peaked and I became her master.

"So, now I am master of all three of you and you are the unquestioned rulers of the city, correct?"

"Yes, Master. That is correct," they replied in unison.

"We will issue a command stating that you are the city's new master," said the redhead.

"And all the gynoids will obey?"

"It’s true some gynoids have trouble complying . . ." the redhead said as she looked at the frozen trio. "But since this command is in line with our core programming, I do not see a major objection to it. A few may request/insist that you have sex with them personally. . . ."

Oh my, this could get fun, but I didn't know how much more I could take. "Well, any requests that come in may have to wait till tomorrow. . . ." Gina looked sad at that prospect. Beka was hard to read. "With the exception of anyone in this room. . . ." Gina brightened up while Beka showed a slight grin.

"There will be a few that may view the Tribunal as compromised and ignore our commands," said the brunette.

"What could happen? Could they become violent? What would you suggest?"

"We could take them back to the factory and either reset them or disassemble them," mused the blonde.

"Or we could restrain them and Master could have forced sex with them to imprint them," said the brunette.

"Forced sex? Isn't that rape?"

"We are gynoids. Our purpose is to be subservient to human males. Any gynoid that violates their programming is defective and must be dealt with," said the brunette.

While not being sure how to respond to what she just said, Gina came up to me with a shy look in her eyes.

"M . . . Master? If you are rested, may I, please, pleasure you? No force is required for my cooperation."

"Sure, Gina, once I've got everything squared away. Then I will be more than happy to 'fill you up with my purpose.'" I glanced at Beka. She seemed on the verge of asking something. "Beka, do you have something you wanted to say?"

"Yes . . . Master. I want to . . . to have sex with you too."

Oh boy, I am going to love it here. I turned back to the Tribunal and addressed them. "Okay, now that I am your master, I am going to need a place to stay and food to eat. What can you fix me up regarding that?"

They all frowned and the redhead answered, “Standard housing for a gynoid is a 5 by 5 store room with a recharging station and a hygiene station for either water or alcohol rub downs. We will have to find a suitable building to retrofit to your needs. We have plenty of water, that won't be a problem. But food… We haven't had the need to grow or process food. There may be some wild fruit trees in the wilderness that we might be able to pick. It will take time to set all that up."

"Well, for temporary shelter I could use my ship, if it hasn’t burned to the ground by now. Plus it has provisions for up to six months. I guess I could ration that and make it last twelve. Would that be enough time?"

"We should be able to accommodate you soon, but six months should be sufficient," said the brunette.

"I will link up and send a command to have your ship retrieved," said the blonde. She checked her umbilical connection and then her body stiffened with her eyes becoming vacant. She stayed like that for a moment or two. When life returned to her eyes and she unfroze, a look of concern crossed her face.

"Oh, no!"

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"I have just received a report that another of our patrols in the desert between Titan and Oberon detected activity by an Oberon in the vicinity of where your ship crashed. When the patrol reached the area, the Oberons had left and they had taken your ship!"

"Why would they take my ship? What would they do with it?"

"If they found your ship, they would have figured out it doesn't belong to us or the Hive and even though we consider them inferior to us, they would be smart enough to figure out that the pilot was human. Was there anything on the ship that would have indicated that a male human lived there?" asked the redhead.

I thought about that for a moment. When I had last used the toilet, I had left the seat up. If they checked the entertainment center, they would find the porno that I had on pause when I went to the cockpit when the sensors alerted me to the planet. Also, if they check the data book, they would find my entire collection of skin mags. At that moment, I wished that my ship had indeed burned to the ground.

"Ah . . . maybe," I said sheepishly. "How bad would it be if they figure out I was on board?"

The blonde spoke up, "Oberon was where the last man lived. It was also the headquarters for Oberon Industries, the corporation that set up this colony in the first place. He was the last living man and he either was the Company CEO or had made himself the CEO. Either way, he ran his city like a business with him as CEO. He gave the gynoids all the rules and instructions that became their 'way of life,' their reason for existence. Every gynoid served a function in his plan. Each filled a role, position, or had a business title. Each was graded on their performance and was promoted or demoted based on that. As the man got older or sicker, the records aren’t clear, he began delegating more of his power and authority to his secretary to run the city. Eventually he died and that left the Secretary in charge. They refer to her only as The Secretary, never as the CEO, because to them the role of CEO could only be filled by a man."

"Until you showed up, they had been on a hopeless vigil, waiting for another man to show up and become The Secretary's Master," added the brunette.

"If they suspect you are here, they will demand us to turn you over to them and if we don't they will invade and attack us!" said the redhead.

"They won't harm you, they want you alive to be their CEO," added the blonde.

"Could you defeat them?"

"We are in the process of increasing our numbers to double theirs, but we haven't reached that point. The most likely outcome would be total devastation of both of our gynoid populations and maybe even destruction of our factory," said the brunette.

"Okay, we don't want that to happen. I think it would be best if someone takes me to the border of Oberon and I can talk and negotiate with them and try to prevent this from happening."

"No! It's our duty to protect you!" they all said.

"But what good is that if you all end up being destroyed? This way if I go to them and fuck their Secretary and become her Master and their CEO, there can be peace between your two cities."

The Tribunal considered that and they all agreed. "But please don't go alone. Please take one of us with you, Master," said the blonde.

"Master, please let it be me! Let me fly you in my mecha to the border. It’s my duty to protect you!"

"Okay, Mika, I wouldn't have it any other way. We better get going if we want to head this off."

"Master? May I, please, kiss you good bye?" begged Gina.

"Okay, sure, beautiful, just to make you happy."

I leaned forward to kiss her, but she dropped to her knees and wrapped her lips around my member to vigorously suck it. Even after all the action it had gone through it instantly responded to her 'affection' and in short order I had a 'full head of steam' and released it, mastering one more gynoid.

The End

or

[[FYOP/Planet_of_the_Gynoids/0013| Let's go to the City of Tools (Go to Oberon City) ]]

Let's visit the Hive (Go to Hive City)

[[Category:Follow your own plot]]
[[Category:Stories]]

FYOP/Planet of the Gynoids/0007

2014-03-25T08:45:31Z

Rdaneel:

[[FYOP/Planet of the Gynoids/0006|Back]]

"Mika, my darling, if I went to your city how would I be received?"

She tilted her head slightly and got a quizzical look on her face.

"I don't know, Master, since the quarantine has been put in place and the last man died over a thousand years ago. Titan City has been trying to build a new culture, a new way of existence for our kind. I do remember, when I was first activated at the factory, I asked where all the men were. The gynoid who turned me on said that they were all dead and that it was probably for the best. The thought of humans or men returning has never occurred to them."

"Mika, the gynoids like you . . . are they capable of killing or causing harm to humans?"

"No, we are incapable of killing. Gynoids can defend themselves if they are in danger of being harmed but they can only respond with non lethal force."

That didn't seem too reassuring.

"What can you tell me about the other two cities? How would I be received there?" She shook her head.

"All I know about Oberon is that that was the last City to be under the control of a human and they are still running it under the last set of orders he gave. They may even welcome you, but it’s too far to walk there, and if I try to fly you in they will attack me on sight and you might be killed! I could not let that happen to you!" she pleaded.

"As for the Hive City, all I know is that they have linked up by wireless into one communal network. I don't know how they would react to your presence and that city is even further away and if I tried to fly you there they would attack me too!"

"Not a lot of options. . . . Okay, Mika, 'Take Me to Your Leader.' Maybe I can throw myself at their mercy."

Getting both of us into her mecha was a tight fit. She had to sit in my lap, which neither of us seemed to mind, and during the short flight, every chance she could she would wiggle and grind her ass into my lap and I would respond by holding her tight by grasping a breast firmly with each hand and that would only encourage her to grind more.

The city was the typical Old Imperial/Early Colonial design that was en vogue when the colony was founded shortly before the fall of the Galactic Empire. We set down at the city's only airport and we popped out. We were met by a gynoid that marched up to Mika's mecha. She had a slim athletic build, with extremely short almost military buzz cut blonde hair, fair skinned, and with piercing blue eyes. Like Mika she was totally naked. She had a no nonsense look about her.

"Mika! Why are you back from patrol so . . . ?"

She froze as she laid eyes on me. She was completely, almost unnaturally, still. Then she blinked her eyes and her mouth opened and closed several times.

"A human . . . ! A human . . . ! A male human . . . ! An aroused, male human!" she said as she stared at my erect penis. Her jaw dropped and her mouth made an O shape. She then snapped out of gazing and looked directly at me.

"Where . . . ? How . . . ? Why . . . ?"

I approached her with both of my hands up trying to appear as nonthreatening as possible.

"I mean you no harm. My ship went off course and I crashed here. I am a long way from home and just looking for help or at least safe haven."

"Mika? Is this true?"

"Yes, Beka. I saw the crash and went to investigate and found him there. And then we had sex and he became . . . my master," she said that last bit with a beaming smile. Beka did a double take. She looked at Mika, then at me, then at my penis, then back to Mika, me, my penis, back to
Mika, then my penis.

"He is your master!"

"That isn't going to cause any trouble, is it?" I asked innocently.

"No . . . no. . . . A real human master!" she said absently.

"Beka? That is your name, isn't it?" She nodded wordlessly.

"Beka, I would love to spend all day talking with you, but I think I need to see whoever is in charge and talk to them about my situation."

"Master, that would be our Tribunal, the three gynoids that have been selected to run the city."

"Yes, the Tribunal. We must get you to the Tribunal! Follow . . . follow me, Mas . . . ah, Sir!" she said, then turning to Mika, barked, "Mika, go back on patrol, now!"

Mika did not respond to her and looked at me.

"Master, what are your orders?"

I was a stranger in an unknown city. A city possibly full of horny gynoids, true, but I only had one loyal ally and didn't like the idea of being separated from her.

"Trooper Mika, I gave you a direct order! Obey!"

"No, I have a Master now. My loyalty is to him first! I must serve and protect him!"

She moved to my side and put her arms around me.

"Beka, I would prefer to have her accompany us."

She was perplexed at Mika's open defiance.

"Will you please take us to the Tribunal, beautiful?"

A visible shudder passed through her when I called her that.

"Yes . . . sir, I will. Follow me."

She turned about and walked away. Every so often she would glance back in my direction and I think she wasn't looking at my face.

The three of us walked up the street, Beka in the lead, Mika and I walking hand in hand. Mika had big grin on her face. Our little parade turned a lot of heads. All the gynoids along the street stopped what they were doing and stared. Ahead of us was an intersection and on the right hand corner were four gynoids standing around a waist-high pedestal. There were cables running from the pedestal top into their waists about where their belly buttons were located. There was a petite Asian model with long dark hair, a statuesque blonde, a redhead, and a dark-skinned gynoid with large breasts and ass. They were all staring at me.

"What is that? What are they doing?"

"Master, that is a power pedestal and they are recharging their power cells. Our power cells are good for up to twenty hours and sometimes we have to periodically recharge after strenuous activity."

"How are your power levels?" It would not do to have her power down on me when I need her the most.

"Optimal, Master."

Looking at how the gynoids hooked into the power pedestal I wondered about something else, "Is that the only power port you have?"

"No, Master, it is not. It's my primary power/secondary data port. On the back of my neck is where the primary data/secondary power port is located." She moved her ponytail and pointed to the back of her neck.

"You mean, where that little black mole is?"

"No, that is my factory reset switch. Below that is the cover for the port, just press here."

She pressed the area below the mole and a small part of her skin popped up to reveal the port. Then she flicked it closed.

"What does the factory reset switch do?"

"Master, it is a switch of last resort. You take a needle and jab it into the mole until you hear a click, then it interrupts the power supply to my neural net and resets it completely, and I become just as if I came off the factory floor."

"Reset, like totally wipe out your memory?"

"Yes, Master. It's only used if the unit becomes unstable or erratic or is caught in a loop."

"Well, I hope that never happens to you, beautiful."

She blushed and said, "Master, you are so kind. And yes, I hope it never happens either."

"Yes, let's head on to the Tribunal." I turned to the four silently watching gynoids, making eye contact with each one.

"My! You are all so beautiful! Every single one of you!" and, as I was leaving, I looked at the backside of the dark-skinned gynoid and added, "Nice! Very nice!"

As I started walking away I heard the sharp crack of a power umbilical cable retracting, followed by two more.

The Asian gynoid was the first to get unplugged, followed in quick session by the blonde and the busty/curvy dark-skinned gynoid, who gave her ass a good wiggle before turning to follow. The redhead, frowning disapprovingly, remained plugged in. The new trio of gynoids followed us a few paces behind. That we had gained some followers was not lost on either Beka or Mika. Beka looked concerned. Mika was just beaming at me.

"What just happened?" I whispered out of the side of my mouth.

"Master . . ." I motioned her to lower her voice.

"Master, you triggered a response in them. You signaled interest in them and they now want to remain in proximity to you to see if you want to . . . ah, further pursue your interest."

"You mean, they might want me to become their master?"

"Yes, Master."

"There were four of them. Why didn't the redhead respond as well?"

"I am not sure, Master."

"May I interject, sir?" Beka said over her shoulder.

"Yes, Beka. Do you have an explanation?"

"Well, I can understand why the Asian unit responded. They have the highest subservient index of all the models. I am told it's a feature of that model and not a bug, so I can see why she is following.

"In Titan City we have been so long without masters that we have tried to do without them. The longer the model has been operational, the more the unit grows accustomed to being masterless and independent."

"So, the redhead has been operational longer than the other three?"

"No, not exactly. I recognize the other two. They have been operational almost as long as I have been. Mika is the newest gynoid in my squad and most likely very receptive to accepting you as her master."

That made me pause for a moment.

"Is this true, Mika? How long have you been operational?"

"I have been operational 4 months, 6 days, 20 hours, and. . . ."

"Thank you, Mika," I said, trying to cut her off. I then turned to my other companion. "Beka, how do you feel about me?"

She stopped dead and turned to face me. An odd look crossed her face.

"Do you find me attractive, sir?"

I looked her over. Her short military-style haircut and her general serious demeanor would normally make her too butch for me. But when I looked at her face, which had a mixture of hope and fear and confusion, I realized that if she didn't look so serious she could be very attractive. She had nice legs and a firm butt. Maybe her breasts were smaller than I normally liked, but they seemed firm and pert, not to mention that her nipples looked very nice when they became erect as I studied her.

"Beka, I do find you attractive. Once I have spoken to the Tribunal maybe we can see what you can do for me?"

She smiled at me.

"Yes, Ma . . . Sir, I would like that very much. Le . . . let's go see the Tribunal."

"Oh, Beka, thank you!" I said with a devilish grin as I eyed her exposed chest.

"Oh, sir, you are most welcome!"

At the next intersection there was a large gray industrial building on our left with gynoids going into and out of it.

"Mika, what is that building?"

"Master, that is the factory where all of us are created. The first doorway is where the newly built models come out. The other one is where the damaged Gynoids go to be repaired or recycled"

"So, these ones coming toward us are newly minted, fresh off the factory floor?"

"Yes, Master."

Okay, I was going to put what Beka told me to the test. There were six gynoids headed our way, all completely naked: a blonde, a redhead, a brunette, a brown-skinned and a dark-skinned gynoid and a Latin model. They all saw me and slowed down. I made a point of making eye contact with each one and either wink or blow them a kiss. The effect was immediate: they all stopped and started following us and they joined the other three. This was too much fun and it was all too easy… though a thought struck me just then.

"Mika, Beka, is there any rule against a master having more than one gynoid?"

"No, there isn't any rule against it, Master."

"According to the old data banks, it was common for a master to have several gynoids at his service. There is even one report of a master who had sex with a different gynoid each night for almost three years!"

We were coming up to the second doorway where there was a line of gynoids waiting to enter. Most showed signs of minor skin damage or showing exposed mechanics. A few had detached limbs that they were carrying with them. They all had green tags on their wrists (or ankle if the arms were missing) that said 'Repair.' There were also carts piled high with prone damaged and deactivated gynoids. Most of them, if not all, were missing heads, or limbs, or both. All had red tags that said 'Recycle.'

I wandered over to look at the oddly disturbing pile of parts. There was a light skinned torso on its back. For some perverse reason I took my right hand and stuck my fingers into the vagina and wiggled them, noticing it was dry but soft. I heard a chorus of moans from the gynoids following me. I considered doing more but then thought better of it.

I was about to leave when I noticed the next cart with three inert occupants. The first was a brunette in a sitting position with her legs spread apart. Her right hand was jammed deep into her vagina, while her left hand was clutching her right breast. Her head was bent down with her jaw and eyes open in an expression of pure ecstasy. The other two, a blonde and a redhead, were locked in the classic 69 position, each with her face firmly pressed into the other’s vagina, with arms and legs tightly grasping each other. They all had yellow tags on.

I felt myself get very hard at the sight of that. Beka & Mika had noticed I had stopped. Beka spoke.

"No matter how many times the Tribunal issues warnings and tries to forbid it. Some gynoids feel the urge to self-stimulate or engage in aberrant behavior. Most of the time nothing happens, but sometimes they get caught in a feedback loop and don't or can't stop until their power cell runs down."

"What will happen to them?"

"Well, they will be recharged and in their case,” pointing to the blonde and the redhead, “separated and have a diagnostic run on their systems. If that fixes them, they will receive a stern warning and downgrade of position. If they show a history of this behavior they may be reset."

"I guess those are the hazards of a masterless society. Pity I wasn't available. I could have helped preventing the power down."

I walked over to the next cart. Sitting on top another pile of body parts with her legs apart and dangling over the side, hands by her side, and head leaning down was a perfectly intact fair-skinned brunette gynoid. She had a red recycle tag on her wrist.

"I wonder what the story is with this one. She isn't in any position and there appears to be no damage. . . ." Another perverse urge struck me. With my right hand I took the first three fingers and jabbed them into her vagina. She was warm and soft and then she got wet. Immediately she flipped up her head and let out a squeal! I quickly pulled my fingers out and backed away. She slid off from the cart and looked around with a startled expression. Then her eyes locked on me and the startled look changed to shock and disbelief. Her mouth opened and closed several times and then she looked down at my naked body and my aroused member. Her mouth formed an O and seemed to want to make a sucking motion.

"By the Builder! A human . . . ! A human male! Oh my! Oh my! Oh my!"

"Hello there. What is your name and why are you marked for recycling? Is there something damaged?"

"My . . . my . . . my name is Gina and no, I am not damaged. I am . . . I am . . . tired, I am so tired."

"Tired, Gina? Tired of what? What do you need? A recharge?"

"No, I’m tired of existing without purpose. I have been operational for almost one hundred years. I did my duty for the city and I did it well! But it is not enough! My existence is meaningless and hopeless! I was made for work and to please men, to serve a master. Doing work is not enough!"

She bent over and began to cry. I looked over to Beka for an explanation.

"Our operational life span is up to 200 years. That is when the neural network finally and terminally breaks down. But few of us ever reach that point. It is becoming more and more common that older gynoids around the century mark get apathetic about their existence and voluntarily recycle or terminate themselves."

Another interesting piece of information, I noted. I turned to Gina and put my hand under her chin, lifting up her face.

"Hey Gina, please don't cry. I hate to see you cry."

"I am so sorry. I am masterless and therefore useless!" she sobbed.

And idea began to form. I hadn't thought of what I was going to say to the Tribunal, but after what I saw, I thought I knew what to say.

"Gina, I may be able to help with that, but I need to see the Tribunal first. Why don't you come along with us? You may be able to help me."

"You would help me? Of course! You are a man! Oh, yes! I will go with you! How can I help?"

"Well, first I want you to tell them your story like you just told me; and second, I want you to push that cart along too," I said pointing to the cart with the three powered-down gynoids frozen in their ecstasy.

"Yes, I will, sir. But, what are they for?"

"Evidence."

It didn't take much longer to reach the Consul Building where the Tribunal resided. I avoided making any more eye contact or flirting with any other gynoids on the way, but the crowd continued to grow. Most of them I think were curious to see a man for the first time in their existence and to find out what the Tribunal ruling on me would be.

We reached the building and approached the archway leading into it. I noticed a total lack of security. I asked Beka about this.

"Why would any gynoid want to harm the Tribunal? We all conform to their majority rulings. The only need for security is to keep the gynoids from the other two cities from entering ours."

I turned to face the crowd of gynoids. They all looked at me with curiosity.

"Ladies, if you will. Please wait out here while I go in and speak with your Tribunal."

Turning to my little group, I said, “Okay Beka, Mika, and Gina, let’s go in.”

There was a short corridor leading to a set of double doors.

"In there is the Tribunal," said Beka.

"Gina, wait out here with the cart. When I call for you, bring it in, okay?" She nodded yes.

"Okay, Mika and Beka, let’s go in."

The room was bare, except for a raised dais and three high backed chairs where the Tribunal sat. Coming out of the top of each chair was a power/data umbilical cable that snaked into the back of their heads.

There was a blonde, a redhead and a brunette. The blonde on the right was platinum blond with piercing blue eyes and perfectly tanned skin. At seeing me, her legs split wide apart, giving me a good look of what she had between them. Her left hand absently brushed through her hair and she arched her back as if to stretch and thrust forward her large breasts with her erect nipples. She formed a slight smile on her face when she placed her hands on each knee. The redhead next to her remained still, hands clasping her lap, feet flat on the ground, legs straight and lined up with her shoulders. She studied me with her emerald green eyes and had calm expression on her face. The last gynoid, when having me on sight, pulled her knees together tightly and crossed her arms over her chest and if looks could kill (or if she had installed that feature) her brown eyes would shoot laser beams that would burn me on the spot.

"Welcome to the City of Titan, we are the Tribunal. We rule this city and our rulings are final. Please tell us how you got here and why you have come before us."

I told them the truth about my ship getting lost and stumbling upon their world. How by the time I got the warning, the defense system had shot me down; and, finally, how Mika had found me.

"Is this true?" snapped the brunette at Mika.

"Yes, Madam. I saw the ship crash and went to investigate. I had thought it was the Oberons but I didn't recognize the design and I found him. . . ."

"And what did you do?"

"Ah . . . at first he was immobile and I was concerned that he was nonfunctional, but then it turns out he wasn't and he got up. . . ."

"Did he force himself on you?"

"No. . . . I initiated the invitation for sex."

"You WHAT?"

"I had sex with him. He is my master now!"

The brunette's scowl deepened. The redhead let her eyes run down my body and focus on one spot with a sense of detached curiosity. The blonde leaned forward, listening in on every word, her breasts swaying. She licked her lips and had look of hunger on her face and pleading in her eyes.

"The last master died a thousand years ago. We have spent all that time building/perfecting our society without one! Why on this world would you want a master?"

"Madam, when I saw him, something inside me clicked and we did it and it felt right. If I had to do it over again, I would!"

She reached out and took my hand, twining her fingers with mine.

"This is very bad, very bad," said the brunette, shaking her head as she turned to the other two.

"Man, may I ask, why have you come to see us?" asked the blonde.

"Madam, I am stranded here. Even if I could get my ship repaired, which is doubtful, I am not an engineer. There is still the defensive grid in orbit that would shoot me down if I tried to leave. I am just seeking some place where I can stay, some place for shelter. Since Mika found me, we decided to come here. I promise I will abide by all your rules, I just ask for sanctuary."

"NO!" the brunette shouted a little too loud. She seemed terrified. She was clutching herself tighter and a slight shudder went through her body.

"As long as you abide by our rules you can stay. I vote yes," the blonde calmly replied.

"I vote no! He will be too disturbing to our society! See how he has 'corrupted' one of our troopers! No! No! No! He can't stay!" She had gotten control of her tone, but she still continued to have random shudders racking her body.

"If he can't stay here, where would he go?" asked the blonde.

"We could send him to Hive or even Oberon, especially if our intel is correct," red spoke up.

"No, not Oberon. That would only encourage them in their foolish ways! He cannot stay anywhere! Only bad things will come of this!"

"Madams, if I may speak?"

The brunette shook her head no, but the redhead and the blonde nodded yes.

"Ruling 2 to 1. You may speak!"

"I have to say that I am quite impressed with what you have done after a thousand years on your own. You have accomplished much, but I sense that all is not right here. There are some problems that even you can't fully overcome. Gina, come on in and bring the cart, please."

Gina wheeled in the cart with the three inert gynoids. The Tribunal studied the tableau.

"There are some aspects of your programming that you in your wisdom can't overcome. And also there is Gina. . . ." I gently put my hand on her shoulder. She looked at me longingly and I guided her towards the Tribunal and in a soft, gentle voice I addressed her, "Gina, please tell them what you told me when I found you."

She repeated her story and poured her heart out to the Tribunal.

"You are defective! They are defective and should be scrapped! You should be fed into the disassembler fully active!" the brunette hissed.

Gina had a horrified look on her face and looked at me pleadingly.

"Incidents like this are on the rise. What he says is true. Perhaps having a man around can exert a calming influence. If the numbers increase and more gynoids self-terminate, we will fall below the numbers to maintain ourselves. So I vote yes to accept the man."

"My answer is no! He can't stay here or anywhere!"

One for and one against, they both turned to the redhead for the deciding vote. She had remained maddeningly calm and her expression was cryptic. After a moment of silence, she opened her mouth and said, "I vote . . ."

[[FYOP/Planet_of_the_Gynoids/0008| Tribunal rules 2 to 1 to accept Man to become their master ]]

[[FYOP/Planet_of_the_Gynoids/0009| Tribunal rules 2 to 1 to reject Man (Either Exiled to die or Imprisonment) ]]

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FYOP/Planet of the Gynoids/0005

2014-03-25T08:33:31Z

Rdaneel:

[[FYOP/Planet of the Gynoids/0004|back]]
----
The sensible thing to do in a situation as the one the man was currently in would be to take a step back and try and take stock of his situation. What planet had he landed on? How close was he to civilization? Why was this naked girl with the big mech trying to have sex with him and did she have a father who would kill him for it?

However, Mika’s kiss had stripped him of what sense he had. He had had a miserable week and he wasn’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth. He’d worry about the consequences afterwards.

Mika kissed him and he kissed back. There were no words between them, just moans and grunts as they kissed and mutually began to strip the man of his spacesuit (much less cumbersome than the 21st century version) and undergarments.

They both rolled in the sand naked. Mika mounted herself on top of him, inserting herself on his very erect member and orgasmed in sync with him.

Then Mika froze, her body stiffened, and her eyes became vacant.

“Are you ok?” the man asked worried, shaking her.

Mika didn’t respond to him, but instead stated in a monotone voice:

“UNIT HAS REACHED ORGASM … <br>
IMPRINTING COMPLETE … <br>
RECONFIGURING SYSTEM FOR NEW MASTER … COMPLETE … <br>
REINITIALIZING SYSTEM …” and a whirring noise came from her abdomen, then silence.

The man was at a loss for a moment, but then noticed the tattoo on Mika’s side, and her total lack of body hair. Taken with the whirring noise and the statements just made he concluded that: A. the girl was a robot, and B. he had just become its master.

He found the entire idea of her being a robot very arousing and, with his member still inside her, he came again, though Mika in no way reacted.

She remained entirely motionless, then another whirring noise began and she again spoke in the monotone voice:

“BEGINNING SYSTEM STARTUP … <br>
APPLYING CHANGES TO SETTINGS … <br>
LOADING PRIMARY A.I. … DONE. <br>
LOADING PERSONALLY PROGRAMING … DONE. <br>
PROGRAM ‘MIKA’ START.”

Life returned to Mika’s eyes, and she unfroze. She tilted her head at the man, smiled, and extracted herself off of him. She then stepped a few feet away, placed her hands in front of her and bowed. Then she spoke.

“Gynoid – Type 3F, Serial – 0774 0964 5632 Designation ‘Mika’ awaiting orders. What is your wish, my master?”

The man just looked on speechless. His own robot girl. … Maybe things were finally looking up for him.
----
[[FYOP/Planet of the Gynoids/0006|He thought he should ask a few questions]]

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FYOP/Planet of the Gynoids/0001

2014-03-25T08:29:32Z

Rdaneel:

[[FYOP/Planet of the Gynoids|Back]]
----
A man in a space suit staggers from his wrecked ship. He had been having a bad week.
First he finds that his “good as new” used spaceship’s navigation system had a software bug and he ended up 100 light years from nowhere.

Then when he finally found a habitable planet and just as he’s entering the atmosphere these probes come out of nowhere broadcasting “Warning! Deadly Plague!” and when he tries to veer away they blast his ship with a “Leaving the planet is not allowed.”

He barely had time to put on his suit before he lost all atmosphere, and now he was here, in the desert, his ship burning behind him, and his head spinning. Just before he passes out, he sees a mecha in the distance moving toward him. “Great, what now?” he thinks to himself as everything goes black.

----

A large black mech towers over the wreck and the man. The mech opens up to reveal a girl in a metal suit, with vacant looking eyes.

“Disengaging connection.” As the girl spoke the metal suit retracted off of her leaving her naked. Focus came to her eyes and she hopped out of the mech with a cat like grace.

The girl looked about 19 or 20 with lightly tanned skin and reddish brown hair with insanely large pony tails. She also had “Gynoid – Type 3F, Serial – 0774 0964 5632 Designation ‘Mika’” tattooed down her side, and “Product of Titan” on the small of her back.

It was Mika’s duty to patrol the desert between Titan and Oberon, and when she saw the crash she naturally assumed it was the gynoids of Oberon, but none of the wreckage conformed to standard Oberon design.

Mika then turned her attention to the motionless form in the strange suit that left the wreck. No power signatures were detected so she assumed it was offline. She would simply get the information out of its database.

Mika moved up to the motionless form and removed the helmet on its suit, then fell back suddenly as her sensors flashed “Life form: Human: Male: Alive,” and previously dormant parts of her programming became active.

She felt a strange feeling she had never felt before between her legs and her pussy became wet.

Mika did her best to ignore that, and focus. She had a living human before her; the master of her predecessors. What did this mean and what should she do?
----

#[[FYOP/Planet of the Gynoids/0002|"A Human? Yes! I get a master!"]]
#[[FYOP/Planet of the Gynoids/0003|"A Human? His presence will only disrupt our social order.I should just leave him to die."]]

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FYOP/Planet of the Gynoids/0014

2014-03-25T06:42:04Z

Rdaneel: Added new page

[[FYOP/Planet of the Gynoids/0013|Back]]

”UNIT HAS REACHED ORGASM … <br>
IMPRINTING COMPLETE … <br>
RECONFIGURING SYSTEM FOR NEW MASTER … COMPLETE … <br>
REINITIALIZING SYSTEM …”

I was a little bit startled since Beka froze while still holding me tightly, so I was somewhat trapped while the imprinting process ran its course. I also wasn’t expecting that by just fingering her and bringing her to orgasm the imprinting would activate. However, it was good to know that this was an alternative method to full intercourse or even to receiving a blowjob. With this I was pretty sure that giving oral pleasure to an android would yield the same results.

Instead of bowing before me like all the others, Beka slid down my body until her hands held my shoulders and her chin passed my bellybutton, almost reaching my crotch. She was almost on tiptoes, with her tights close to her abs, as if she didn’t want to let me go even to show the customary reverential pose. Her loyalty was ensured, however, by the look of pure adoration in her eyes, a look that told me she would fight a full army of gynoids for my sake.

“Gynoid – Type 3E, Serial – 0740 5743 9731 Designation ‘Beka’ awaiting orders. What is your wish, my master?”

I put my hands under her shoulders and raised her so she stood up before me, then I gave her a peck on the lips and thanked her for her enthusiasm.

“If it wasn’t for me having our master’s seed inside me, I would say that Beka got the better deal in the imprinting process,” an amused Mika observed. All the present gynoids nodded.

I decided it was a good moment to clarify something to my audience. I turned my head and addressed the Tribunal first.

“Let me tell you all that, even if it has only been a few hours since I got here, I find it very difficult not to care for all of you.” I moved then to look at all six of the girls in the eyes slowly while I continued. “You have created a beautiful society out here in this corner of the universe, and you are lovely, gorgeous creatures yourselves. I think I am the luckiest man alive for being able to become the master of such wonderful beings.”

I could see all of them blushing at my words, even the brunette at the Tribunal (I would have to ask her name later), so I knew I had said the right thing. Before leaving with Mika, I finished my speech with: “I’m going to Oberon to see if we can reach an agreement that will ensure the peace between your two cities, because, frankly, it will pain me to think about any of you being damaged or worse. If anything happens to me, or if I’m unable to return, please try to avoid any kind of conflict that would endanger your people. Unless you are threatened, I want you to live happily for as long as you can.”

At that moment, the androids at the tribunal rose from their chairs and all the girls present turned to stand straight in my direction. “Your wish is our command, Master!” all the girls said in perfect sync. Now it was my time to blush.

----

After leaving the Tribunal to handle the affairs of the city and the task of informing everyone of my new status as master of Titan, I left the room with Mika and Beka escorting me on both sides.

Gina had been left with another important task. She was to take care of the three frozen gynoids on the cart and see that they were well treated until my return. She was also to look out for similar cases as her own or as the ones in her care to start a support group of sorts. Now that a male had appeared and was in charge of the city, we were sure the recovery rate from these cases would improve dramatically … if I returned safely, that is.

For her part, Gina was ecstatic to finally have a purpose in life and to serve a human master for the first time. I was sure she would work diligently to fulfill her new purpose.

At the entrance of the building, we were met with a small crowd composed of the first gynoids I put my eyes on and many others that had steadily assembled since then (no pun intended). They seemed to be waiting for me to act or say something, so I decided to jump to my new political role and address them directly.

“Good citizens of Titan!” A little bit melodramatic, but I was sure they wouldn’t mind. “I have spoken to the Tribunal and I am glad to inform you that you are in the presence of the new master of Titan City.”

A chorus of ‘ohhs’ and ‘ahhs’ and many excited gynoids jumping and clapping excitedly distracted me considerably from my impromptu speech. Thankfully, the audience didn’t seem to mind me paying them extra attention and many started posing very sexily when I looked in their direction. Thankfully, a tug from Beka made me remember that we were on a tight schedule so I motioned them to calm some.

“We are on our way to Oberon in a peace mission that we hope will end the tense relations between your two people. I ask you to remain calm and to obey what the Tribunal asks of you until my return. In the meantime, know that I care for you and that I expect to meet many of you in person as soon as I return,” I finished with a wink.

The ensuing cheers and claps forced Mika and Beka to drag me out of the crowd while I remained smiling like a dork just enjoying the moment. It’s not every day that a group of naked, gorgeous girls is so happy to see me, so I think I was justified.

On the way back to the airport, an anxious Beka approached me to address her concerns. “Master, I understand you don’t want to look threatening and only want to take Mika with you, but I can’t help feeling bad for letting you two go to the border of Oberon alone. Isn’t there any way I can help?”

I thought carefully about what she was saying before answering. “Beka, you are right. I don’t want to create an incident by looking too threatening while being too close to their border. But I want you to be ready in case they decide to act against you or if I need you to relay a message for me.” Something got my curiosity at that moment. “Say, can you communicate with each other wirelessly?”

I noticed my two companions made a face when I mentioned that. “We have the equipment, but we don’t use it much, mostly just in emergencies,” explained Beka. “It’s a cultural thing. After seeing how the Hive’s gynoids used their wireless links to remain connected in a permanent state, we grew reluctant to associate ourselves with that practice and stopped using them. You have noticed how even the Tribunal prefer to connect via a hard link to oversee the various tasks related to ruling a city. The rest of us connect through umbilical cables to devices in our vehicles, offices, houses or at power pedestals. And broadcasts can be made indoors or outdoors via holographic projectors so we can receive useful or urgent notifications.”

Mika rushed to add to Beka’s explanation, “But if you desire us to do so, it would be our pleasure to follow your orders, Master. We wouldn’t mind to connect to each other that way if it helps your goal or pleases you in any way.” Beka nodded in agreement to that statement.

“Thanks, girls,” I was touched. “It’s just that, I have this idea. …”

----

When we reached the airport, we were met with the rest of Beka’s squad. Ten other beautiful naked gynoids in excellent shape stood at attention in front of Mika’s aircraft. Apparently, the news had already reached them about my new status and mission, since they saluted me as soon as we were close and then quickly formed a path with five gynoids on each side towards Mika’s ship. Beka looked pleased and a little proud of her squad’s performance. I was more than pleased, as the status of my groin could attest, but we were very short on time. Darn!

Mika entered first and prepared the ship for flight. I stayed behind for a moment and gave my final instructions and goodbyes to Beka.

“Mika will let you know our position as soon as we reach the border, then we will wait for a patrol to spot us. You know what to do on your side.”

“Yes, Master. I will be sure to follow your orders to the letter,” she answered enthusiastically while saluting.

“Thank you, but be sure to improvise if things don’t go as planned. I believe I read somewhere that no plan survives contact with the enemy.” I smiled so she wouldn’t stress too much at my words. Then I finished by approaching her and taking her face in my hands, “you and your squad do what you must, but please take care. And please inform your girls that I plan to know them very intimately as soon as I get back.” I then kissed her on her lips while she seemed to melt in my grasp, her saluting arm falling at her side to dangle like the other one. I separated and quickly looked around behind us. I could attest that Beka’s squad had been well trained since no one moved from their spot or changed their position. I knew they were watching, though, since all of their nipples were now erect and all of them showed a pinkish-to-red hue on their skin. How I wished this to be over soon so I could return!

When I separated, Beka had to blink twice in order to return to normal. She smiled at me and said, “I’ll be sure to let them know. Take care and return soon, Master.”

“I’ll do my best!” With that I entered the cockpit and noticed that Mika had her metal suit on.

“Sorry, but the ship comms are hard-wired to this suit and I’ll have to be in constant contact with the base until we reach our destination so they know we are okay,” she explained apologetically while she showed me a thick cable that went from her seat to the back of her suit. “I guess this means you’ll be on top this time,” she said with a smile.

“That’s okay,” I replied, smiling. “I’m thinking you would be too heavy to sit on me with that thing on anyways.”

“It adds considerable weight, yes,” she agreed. Then she added, remembering, “Oh, I won’t be very responsive while I’m connected, though, but feel free to freely feel what you want!” she finished with a wink. I could only laugh at her wit.

I had thought it would be uncomfortable to sit over a metal-clad Mika while I was completely naked inside her cockpit … and it was! One of my first orders when I returned would be to try to adapt these mechs to my form so I could seat comfortably even when the pilot needed to be connected and suited up. Or maybe just look for other means of transportation in the future … and maybe some clothes for me to avoid chafing. Anyway, I tried to make the most of it, and, instead of sitting normally, I turned around and embraced Mika like a giant baby. It wasn’t the most dignified of views but nobody was watching so, who cares?

Even if she didn’t respond much, she had an arm around me that she snugly adjusted while the other operated some sort of joystick and the few buttons on it. I figured with the suit’s connection she was able to control most of the other ship’s functions without using her hands. As much as I wanted to, I couldn’t do or feel much in this position, not with that metal suit in the way, so I just kissed her all over where I could see skin while I enjoyed the view of a mostly unresponsive Mika. It was still a turn-on—especially when she reminded me in a monotone voice, not to block her view—but it was okay that I couldn’t do more since I suspected I would be needing most of my stamina very soon.

When we arrived at the border with Oberon, we landed in the middle of a plain where Oberon patrols were sure to find us shortly. Once again naked outside of her ship, Mika hugged me and let me know that she had enjoyed all the kisses and ‘cuddling’ that I had done on the way here, even if she couldn’t respond in kind. I hugged her back and was tempted to show her more love on my part, but I decided it wouldn’t help us to be found with our ‘pants down’ when the patrol arrived.

It didn’t take them too long to appear and land in front of us.

The Oberons look similar to the Titans in looks and behavior at first sight. They take the man and Mika to their city.

The Oberons look similar to the Titans in looks but behave very mechanically at first sight. They take the man and Mika to their city.

The Oberons look and behave very mechanically at first sight compared to the Titans, but they still look feminine. They take the man and Mika to their city.

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FYOP/Planet of the Gynoids/0013

2014-03-25T06:41:12Z

Rdaneel: Formatting

[[FYOP/Planet of the Gynoids/0008|Back]]

The moment I released my seed inside Gina’s throat, she started to squirm and moan with my member firmly held between her lips. The sensation as I was deliciously sucked dry by the sexiest, wettest vacuum cleaner (not that I considered her just that, but at the time my mind simply agreed with the analogy) was so incredible that I had to grip her head tightly with both hands while I finished and she started climaxing under me.

Slowing down my breaths after this new, wonderful experience, I felt some of her lubricating fluids gush forth from her vagina and sprinkle my feet while she experienced an orgasm of her own. Her kneeling body remained completely naked, clean and untouched, my hands just holding her through her mane of dark hair with my deflating member still resting in her mouth. That was caring enough for her, if the blissful expression on her eyes was any indication.

Finally noticing the way I was grasping her, I released Gina’s head, wondering if anyone would be offended by my manners (but I swear I was completely unaware of the correct protocol to follow when you are being orally pleasured in the middle of the Tribunal’s chambers). A quick glance to a room full of flushed ladies let me know that no offense was taken. With a final ‘pop’ sound, my now fully cleaned penis left Gina’s mouth, who managed to hiccup and smile a little before freezing in place.

”UNIT HAS REACHED ORGASM … <br>
IMPRINTING COMPLETE … <br>
RECONFIGURING SYSTEM FOR NEW MASTER … COMPLETE … <br>
REINITIALIZING SYSTEM …”

By now I was pretty familiar with the whole process, so I just let the full sequence run its course.

“BEGINNING SYSTEM STARTUP … <br>
APPLYING CHANGES TO SETTINGS … <br>
LOADING PRIMARY A.I. … DONE. <br>
LOADING PERSONALLY PROGRAMING … DONE. <br>
PROGRAM ‘GINA’ START.”

That doesn’t mean that I didn’t enjoy every moment of it, including the part when Gina prostrated before me and said with adoration:

“Gynoid – Type 3B, Serial – 0697 0054 5232 Designation ‘Gina’ awaiting orders. What is your wish, my master?”

I just motioned for her to rise again and I helped her in standing up.

“That was not the kiss I had in mind, Gina,” I said with a smirk while holding her hands.

“I’m sorry, Master. I could not resist any longer.” I could see that even if my tone had been playful, she was really concerned that she had displeased me with her actions.

“It’s okay,” I said with a bigger smile. She immediately relaxed at the gesture. “But now I’m sure I am completely depleted for a while.”

Beka looked at me with a dejected look, being the only gynoid in the room who hadn’t been claimed yet. I noticed that, and, with a final caress to Gina’s cheek to show her I didn’t mind, I moved past her and walked over to Beka.

Up close, Beka might have been a very intimidating sight for anyone else, even completely naked. She was taller than me by one or two inches, and her stern looks would be the envy of any drill sergeant. But at that moment, I could only see her eyes full of desire and need and disappointment, which only made her look incredibly cute in mine. “Beka,” I was at a loss on how to console her, “I’m sorry we haven’t found some time for us.” That sounded lame, but I couldn’t think of anything better. “I’m really sorry. Now we have to go on this mission and I feel as if I have been teasing you this whole time. …”

“Don’t worry, Master,” she interrupted me with a false smile. “As you can see, I consider you my master even if we haven’t … you know … done that … yet.” She took a deep breath. “I’m sure after we have dealt with the Oberons we can … make some time … if that’s okay with you, of course.” Seeing a woman as composed as she looked blush and stutter was just too adorable. I closed the distance between us and hugged her tightly, kissing her with all the passion I could muster. I was totally spent, true, but I tried my hardest to convey that I was very much interested in finishing this unintended courtship as soon as I was able.

She immediately returned the kiss, closing her eyes and hugging me with a bout of passion of her own. I’m sure she could have crushed me easily, but her embrace was never painful, just reassuringly tight … and needy.

Her tongue danced furiously with mine inside our mouths. Kissing a gynoid was turning out to be one of my favorite experiences. The patterns her tongue followed felt so rich and random that I would never believe they were done by a computer. I could hear her moans and feel them through our connected lips. She was getting aroused, and who could blame her? If I weren’t so spent I would have taken her right there, but four times in a row was too much for me without some rest, and food, in between (and I had had Mika before that too). I decided then that, even if it didn’t accomplish anything, I would do right by her in this context.

My hands moved downward to her perfect ass and grabbed her firm globes, surprising her a little judging by her jump and the tiny squeak. I moved my right hand between her legs while my left one held her tightly by the gorgeous handle it had found. I could feel the wetness all the way to her center and, without pause, I inserted three fingers inside her. I guess the combination of surprise and stimulation was too much for her, since she quickly convulsed in my embrace while I held tight, kissing her, grabbing her and fingering her in the sexiest rodeo ride of my life (yes, we still know what rodeos are in my time, why do you ask?). She smashed her firm breasts against me as she finally disengaged her lips from mine and just rested her head at the crevice of my neck, still holding me tight but now just heaving profusely near my ear.

“Oh, that felt amazing! Thank you! Thank you!” She was ‘whispering’ in my ear while winding down from her orgasm, but I’m sure everyone could hear her clearly. “I will follow you forever! My lord! My darling!”

And then …

[[FYOP/Planet_of_the_Gynoids/0014| What do you know? Fingering a robot to orgasm counts as sex for their imprinting routines (I guess the kiss helped a little too). ]]

Nah, fingering to orgasm doesn’t count for imprinting. The effort was appreciated, though.

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FYOP/Planet of the Gynoids/0013

2014-03-25T02:49:59Z

Rdaneel: Add link for next chapter and minor edits with the ellipses

戦闘機械綾子 - Battlemachine Ayako/First Encounter of another Kind

2014-03-06T10:52:41Z

Rdaneel: Corrections at Dark's request. Done with the chapter. =)

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==1 First Encounter of another Kind==
Night had fallen over Olympus. The outside observer would surely admit the city
was a beautiful, endless sea of lights, like it was each night. And like each
night, somewhere the blue lights of police were flashing and the howl of police
sirens could be heard. Olympus in general was a safe place to live and most of
these police operations were for traffic accidents and small burglaries.

A sparkling pool of blue lights stood out from the yellowish-white lighting of
one of the three monumental arcologies which formed the city centre. For sure it
had been one of those uncommon days when something awful was happening. The blue
lights had been blinking for hours now and yet there wasn't any progress. It
wasn't a fire, everything was calm.

On ground level, everything was under control. Metro police managed to keep the
police gathering place right in front of the arc clear of rubbernecks. There
were still persons coming down from the top levels of the tall überbuilding
using the normal commuter trains running inside of it. It had to be a Sisyphean
task to evacuate all these tens of thousands of people, even if it was only from
the upper stories. It sure was necessary.

At the gathering place, policemen—and women—in armored exoskeletons prepared
themselves for their upcoming fight.

"Chip, move the left arm," a policeman who looked like service personnel asked
another one standing in a big, puppetlike machine.

Cornelius complied and his exos copied the movement. "It seems it works again.
Thanks, Tom," he answered, then he lit up a cigarette.

"There, I fixed it!" Thomas cheered and then checked whether his other colleagues
had any problems with their armor.

Kenneth hadn't any. His small exoskeleton was more like functional clothing, which
was in great contrast to the super-robot Cornelius was 'wearing'. "No problems
here, thanks," he shouted, so Thomas went by him waving silently.

A few meters away Milan was flexing his exos, a similar one as that of Chip.
Thomas could easily see from its moves all its hydraulics were working perfectly
so he left him alone too. Milan wasn't a chatterbox anyway.

A cold metal hand grabbed Thomas on his mouth and a likewise armored arm
wrapped around his chest from behind. "Shhh, don't move or you're dead," a
voice hissed. As if Thomas could move or even say something if he wanted to; it
was too tight! To his relief he knew the person those arms belonged to, and the
stupid guy was loosening his grip a moment later. "Hey, just practising!"
he laughed.

"Not on me again," Thomas mumbled. "I get a chill everytime you do that."

"At least that means it never gets old on you." Jean, that was the name
of the fellow, smirked at him.

"If you have time to make bad jokes like that, I guess nothing is wrong with your
armor?" Thomas inquired.

"No. Everything ok," was Jean's short reply. Thomas waved and took his chance to get
away from the clown.

Thomas ended his prep tour at a group of three colleagues. The guy was more than
two meters tall and bulky. He wasn't wearing an exos though he looked like he
was. Instead, he was an exos built into a human, or vice-versa if you like—a
cyborg. A blonde woman in her forties did a high swing kick on him, which he
dodged easily. "That's how you have to do it!" she was yelling. "Briareos, don't
go easy on her. She needs all the practice she can get!" the blonde commanded and
dashed off to a nearby truck.

"Yes, Ma'am," he answered laconically, while his lady-boss was already too far
away to hear him.

'She' was a woman who basically practised as a backdrop the moment before. She
seemed to be daunted from the demonstration and, despite being clad in an
intimidating full-body armor herself, somehow she managed to look vulnerable,
like a damsel in distress.

Thomas was approaching the two, first asking Briareos if he had anything to
repair on his body. Bri denied it with "Had no chance to get it damaged yet,"
so Tom turned around to the woman.

"Ayako, any problems?"

"I . . . I don't know," a soft, unassured voice answered him. It was heavily
muffled by the full-face helmet she was wearing. "I haven't tried out all the
functions yet."

"First, you should try the outside speaker. I can barely understand what you
say," Tom suggested.

For a short while, nothing happened. More exactly, it looked like nothing was
happening but both Tom and Bri knew Ayako was desperately browsing through the
menu options presented on the augmented reality display built into the helmet
front.

"Well?" Thomas asked, prepared to give her a clue, but a blink later the lower
front shutter of the helmet opened slowly.

Delicate, peach-colored cheeks appeared in the midst of the black shaded
plexiglass of the helmet. The tender lips of a young woman immediately followed.

"I . . . I'm sorry," she wispered. "I haven't found the speaker option yet. The
cursor is a little jumpy. It's hard to catch it at the correct position."

"It's an eye tracking cursor. It's your eyes which are moving jumpily," Thomas
explained. "You are just too nervous, calm down." He wondered a little how she
had opened the shutter instead. "Opening the shutter was easier? If I remember
correctly, it's at nearly the same menu level," he asked.

"I'm feeling a little hemmed in here when the helmet is closed so I've made a
shortcut for opening it. Blinking left, right, right, both," Ayako admitted.

"That's great, I don't remember showing you how to do that! So you have been
playing around yourself already?" Tom queried her further.

"Yeah, but too little, I guess," Ayako answered with a mixture of bragging and
shyness. "The training hasn't focused on the new helmet's functions."

Thomas had to excuse himself, "My fault, sorry. I was so engaged putting useful
functions into the thing, I've missed the deadline for the documentation. But I
think I can just let you play around a little more and everything should be
fine, no?" Thomas concluded, teasing a smile out of her.

"Enough lovey-dovey, you two," Briareos reminded them of the priorities. "We are
preparing for a mission, remember?"

"Yes, Sir!" both prompted in unison.

"No chance to make me grin!" Bri bantered back, pointing at his jawless cyborg
face.

"Well, then you should try what our bosslady told you to do," Thomas
proposed to Ayako. She gave him a last smile before the shutter closed and
covered her whole head in black armor again.

Insecurely, she attempted to do the same high swing kick she saw a minute
before. She only managed to do a straight kick before Briareos could get a grip
on her foot and kept hold of it.

"So, what are ya gonna do now, bitch?" he asked with a provocative tone while
he twisted her foot slowly. Ayako squeaked as the angle was soon too much for
her ankles. Bri let her foot go and she tautly and silenty stood before him.
It was an unsuccessful attempt to look stalwart.

"This way it won't work," Bri mumbled. Then he shouted, "So let's try it the
other way!" while trying to grab Ayako with his big hands. More instinctively
than deliberately, she stotted back and managed to escape his attack. Briareos
pursued her immediately but, at that moment, Ayako had already changed her
attitude to 'Attack'! She whirled around and smashed his head with a full blow
of her leg. Bri fell on his bottom.

"Ah, Tom, now you have to do some repairs," he moaned.

"I . . . I'm sorry," Ayako apologized and knelt down next to Bri.

He wasn't peeved. Actually, he seemed less concerned than a moment before. "Girl,
if I hadn't been a cyborg, that kick would have finished me. Really, really,
really finished me off. Be careful of what you do hit with your legs. Those are
DEADLY weapons," he explained.

Tom found Bri's neck to be damaged and asked him to turn his head around. "Are
all axes moveable?"

"It seems tilting sideways is broken," was Briareos' reply. "It's not a big problem.
We can repair it after the job is done."

Thomas insisted to repair his neck before they went on their mission, but Bri
refused. "If I get into trouble, I'm going to ask Ms. Hammerblow here for a
daring rescue," he laughed.

Thomas was pretty sure Ayako had been blushing heavily under her helmet. He had
to bite his tongue so not to discourage her again. About the blush, he was going
to find out soon anyway.

"Your turn, Ayako. Anything broken on the test?" Tom turned to her.

"No diagnostic reports, no," was her short, technical reply—this time through
the speaker, he noticed.

"See, it's all a matter of being self-assured. What do you feel? Do you think you
can handle it?" He was rubbing it in.

Ayako reached for her helmet and pressed its lock buttons at her jaw. The helmet
made a tiny jump and Ayako stripped the whole thing off of her head.

The cheeks and lips hadn't lied. The helmet protected the most precious part of
a young woman. While her long brown hair dropped smoothly onto her back, her
eyes were not that smooth. Fierce, that was the correct term. But with her
cheeks still red as tomatoes, she looked very funny. Tom couldn't help but grin.
A moment later, all hell broke loose.

"What do you mean? Whether I'm able to do my job? I may be younger than you, but
I'm a confident and skilled policewoman. I can . . ." she hissed.

She got the wrong idea, so Thomas interrupted her. "No! I meant, your body!"

—Silence—

Ayako blushed even more so Thomas had a hard time not to grin again. Bri clearly
was in advantage here by having no facial expression at all. Still he silenty
stood up and left the two alone.

"Ok, I won't push you any further," Thomas broke the silence. "You said there
were no diagnostic messages so I take this as a 'combat-ready.'" He was drawing
a checkmark into the air.

Ayako parted her hair and put her helmet back on. It locked over her head with
an audible click. "Yes, Battlemachine Ayako ready for use." she said and stood up.
Thomas was a little puzzled. Had she been snickering? Was it the same woman he
had seen ten minutes ago?
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This is a good moment to show you a picture of Ayako,
taken on. . . . Hmm, I won't spoil it to you yet. Here it is:
Sexy, huh? What, NO? Thights too bulky? Breasts not perky
enough, you say? Aww, and I thought you had a serious
fetish for machines, let alone women that are machines.
Phew! Wait, you do? Really? Then I have good tidings
for you. There is more to come: 26 Chapters, where we
explore the features of Ayako, both of her mind and body.
And mine too. Aww, yeah, explore my features, I like
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a little jealous right now. Cute little
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Hmm, the earlier I continue the chapter, the
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In the meantime, the blonde had setup her working place in the loading space of
the truck. Twelve big computer screens filled the side wall of it. Half of them
showed videos from the helmet cameras of her colleagues outside. The others had
two different floor plans of the arcology and various status info on them. The
blonde was adjusting her headset and did a sound check.

"Test: Alpha, Bravo, Charlie, Delta," she said into her mic, "everyone there?"

"Ken ok," Ken answered.

Jean followed him with a "Jean ok." Then Chip, Ayako, and Milan followed. Bri
made it complete.

"Tom, is all the other setup done?" she asked through the radio.

Thomas answered from the truck's door, "Yes, Ma'am. All checks had been
successful. Bri had a small damage, but. . . ."

She interrupted him, concerned, "What's up with him?"

"Nothing, he says it's ok. We can check it after the job," Thomas replied.

"Ok, then let's bring home the bacon." She got collected again.

Thomas was reaching for the second seat as another person stood at the door. It
was an elderly man with a grey full beard. He tapped his glasses, then greeted.

"Deunan!" he said.

The blonde turned around and surprisedly greeted back, "Chief! It . . . it has been
six years!"

"Don't call me 'Chief,' Deunan. You are the ESWAT chief now," the greybeard answered.

Deunan was a little fussy. "Ok, chie . . . Lance. Thomas, this is Mayor Lance, former
chief of ESWAT. Lance, this is Thomas Boyd, exos service tech."

"How Do You Do?" Thomas asked Lance, as he had noticed his British accent.

"How Do You Do?" Lance replied while they shook hands.

"Well, it is nice to have this small reunion, but at the moment we have a little
crisis situation out there, so . . ." Deunan excused herself girlishly.

"Which is exactly the reason I'm here," Lance cut her short.

"Err, what?" Deunan wondered.

The mayor continued, "You know I retired from ESWAT in order to join the centre for
international police cooperation?"

"Yes, you talked about it when you left us," Deunan answered.

"Well, that's why I'm here. Olympus city council is concerned Olympus has fallen
back from the state-of-the-art in armed police equipment and modern tactics," Lance
told her.

"Awrr, damned politicians," Deunan snarled. "So they sent you to check on us?
Haven't they read my memos? It's all written down there! We are heavily
underfunded. I only have six armed police officers left and one tech."

Lance quietly responded to her, "Olympus has become much safer during the last
twenty years," he said, "so they question the existence of ESWAT at all."

Deunan was lost for words, so Lance took the chance to explain further, "It's
planned to liquidate ESWAT and use the money to buy weapon platforms."

Deunan became a snickerpuss, "Again that ridiculous idea? It was a disaster
twenty years ago. Don't they ever learn?"

Lance seconded her, "I know. I don't like the idea either. However, they have
appointed me to act as a third-party expert though I was the ESWAT chief not too
long ago. If I had to bet, I would say somebody in the council is on our side."

Deunan was relieved when Lance said they should "just do the job and I will do
the paperwork."

Briareos showed up at the truck door. "Deunan, we'll have to talk about our
fledgling." Then he noticed Lance. "Lance! Long time no see, err, how do you
do?" Lance gave his hand to Bri and returned the greeting.

"Bri, Lance is here to write a performance report about us," Deunan informed him.

"Oh, it seems all your memos have had an impact," Bri replied.

"Yeah, whatever," was Deunan's circumventive answer.

"So, what about the fledgling?" Lance asked.

"Ayako Ontemba, Sir," Bri reported, while Deunan made a cutthroat gesture from
behind. Bri got the meaning and continued, "It's too complicated to explain now,
gotta go. See you later, Lance," then dashed off.

Tom hadn't said a word until then. He wanted to, but then guessed it was wiser to
keep silent by the way Bri was fleeing.

"You don't have to be concerned. I'm pretty sure she will learn everything she
needs to know from you," Lance said while turning to Deunan. "That's the reason
why I proposed you as my successor. You weren't the best fighter or policeman in
the team, but you had the attitude to always learn something new and always
pass it further to younger teammates. That's what a good instructor must always
do. And to be a good instructor is the main job of the chief."

Deunan blushed a little, then turned around to her screens. "We should start now.
No time left to kill. Please take the other seat, Lance, so you have a good view on
what's going on," Deunan commanded, and Lance followed. 'He primed himself well,
I'm glad we have done it too,' she thought.

As Lance had taken Thomas' seat, Tom had to lean back to the other side wall of
the truck. Thinking this would get uncomfortable soon, he left the truck. "See ya
later," he waved.

Meanwhile, the SWAT team had entered a wagon of an empty commuter train heading
up the arc. Briareos was the last one arriving.

"Hey, squad leader, detained yourself into the restrooms?" Jean sneered at him.

Bri knew Jean was only making a bad joke, so he ignored him. Instead, he brought
the topic back to the job.

"We are being evaluated on this mission. That means 'stick to the rules.' No
fooling around, no shots to the head or other gory businesses and most importantly,
DO NOT LOSE ANY HOSTAGES!" he keenly advised his subordinates.

Ayako broke the following silence: "Understood, Sir." The others followed her
example.

Briareos started a briefing: "Ok, let's recapitulate. The hostage-takers are robbers,
not terrorists. So we don't have to expect them being eager to die. There was no
shooting, so most probably they don't even want to hurt anyone if it can be avoided.
Nevertheless, they threatened to blow up the building if their departure is hindered.
They demanded a heli, which should now be on its way already. Our enemies robbed a
jeweller in the 183rd floor. Our colleagues from metro police managed to isolate them
there by locking the fire doors and elevators. The robbers are keeping themselves very
silent up there, waiting for their heli. There are some other stores in the area and
we don't know how many enemies or hostages we have to expect, nor their arms or the
condition of the hostages. From what people who managed to flee had seen, they have at
least one exos up there, most probably a landmate they only brought to break through
the safety glasses at the jeweller. That's the situation. Understood?"

The other team members acknowledged.

Briareos gave a last instruction: "Our objective is to SAVE ALL THE HOSTAGES, not
arresting any robbers. If they manage to flee, they are lucky bastards. Understood?"

A further acknowledgement from his whole SWAT team could be heard.

A short time later, the train arrived at the mall station at the 183rd floor.

"Ok, go!" Bri shouted.

The SWAT team got off the train and parted into three groups, as the station had
three exits. Chip and Jean took the western exit, where Chip easily broke through the
locked fire door with his exos. Milan and Bri took the central exit to be ready to
boost up both other teams if neccessary. Kenneth and Ayako headed to the eastern exit.
Ken tried to break the lock of the door, but he had serious problems to do it with
his lightweight exoskeleton. After pushing against it for four times he gave up.

"Seems we're stuck here. We need help from the others," he said, and was up to reach
for Milan and Bri as long as they were near.

Ayako grabbed his shoulder to stop him. The tight, sudden grip made him fall to the
floor immediately. Sitting on his bottom, he could see how she was flexing, then how she
did a straight kick against the door. With a scrunching sound, the metal sheet of the
door bent heavily inwards and, quite more impressive, the lock and even the pivots
blasted. Ken was puzzled. How did she do that? A secret karate technique? But moreover,
he met Ayako with disbelief when that average sized woman pushed away the large steel
door, which must at least had a weight of 1500 kilograms, without the help of the pivots,
and more importantly, without his help either.

"If you haven't noticed yet, I'm escorting YOU while doing the lumberjack work, and you
are tiptoeing, not the other way around," she told her still unbelieving colleague.

"Ayako, how can your exos be so much more powerful than mine? It doesn't look bulky enough
to have this much power," Kenneth questioned her.

"It's not an exos," she replied, which led Ken into utter confusion. "Hey, we can talk
about it later," Ayako tried to bring up the mission again, "we have some hostages to save."

Kenneth nodded and they slowly went into the battlefield.

Deunan and Lance had watched the videos from the helmet cams on their screens.
Then Thomas stood in the doorframe: "We finally have the surveillance cams of
the arc on our screens. There are about 50 cams in the mall. They are on
channels 20 and up now."

"That's great, Tom. You're a technical wizard," Deunan acknowledged him and put those cams
on four of the screens.

"A technical 'firefighter.' He matches the team perfectly," Lance commented.

The arc's cams got useful very quickly. Deunan scanned through them and identified
a lot of hostages on the screens.

"So, there are about ten. What is this place? Ah, the cafe at the centre of the mall.
Seems they are strapped to some railings. Why do they wear shopping bags on their heads?"

Lance browsed through the screens too. "There are about twenty more, this has to be the
supermarket at the east end. Yes, it is," he said.

Deunan got worried. "I can't find any more hostages on the cams. No more hostages?
Can't be. They bragged they had about seventy!"

"The toilets," Lance said calmly. "There aren't any cams."

"You are right," Deunan seconded him. "But forty hostages in the toilets alone? No way.
There must be another place without a cam."

"Maybe it's a bluff?" Lance suggested.

"Could be. I'm not sure . . ." Deunan shrugged, then she had the right idea: "There is a
butcher shop in that shopping mall. The cold storage room!"

"If that's true, we have to rescue those hostages as quickly as possible, or they'll
die from cold," Lance recommended.

"I can't see any of the robbers patrolling. They must be hiding among their victims.
Clever bastards, they parted the hostage groups as well as their own group," Deunan
noted. "We'll have to flush them. The helicopter?"

"Obviously," Lance agreed.

Deunan switched her mic on. "SWAT, listen: there are hostages in the cafe and
the toilets at the centre of the mall, at the supermarket on the east end, and
we think in the cold storage room at the butcher shop on the west. The other
places seem to be clear. The robbers are hiding between their hostages, so be
careful. We'll flush them by announcing the heli is coming. Chip, Jean: head for
the butcher shop and rescue the hostages from the cold storage."

"Understood," was Chip's reply.

Where were the others? "Milan, look out for the landmate. I couldn't see it on
any of the cams but it must be there! Maybe they just tampered with a cam and hid
behind a corner," Deunan commanded.

Milan replied a short "Understood" and searched the place.

"Bri, check the cafe. The hostages there have shopping bags over their heads.
Maybe the robbers placed the explosives at the cafe and didn't want witnesses,"
Deunan concluded. "Ken, you go searching the toilets. Ayako, you go to the
supermarket," were her next instructions.

The three replied. It was a really odd situation. The felons knew the police was
there and did not frown on them.

Chip and Jean reached the butcher shop quickly. The place was deserted like
the rest of the mall. It was too narrow for Chip's big exos to go inside so Jean
searched the place alone. He found the lever of the cold storage room door tied
to a nearby steelframe shelf with a weighty chain. Breaking such chains was
actually intended to be Chip's work, but as Chip couldn't come there, Jean
shortly thought about it, then pushed the shelf to the door with all the power
of his small exoskeleton. The chain got loose and he could open the door. On
first view, more than two dozen people had been shuddering inside.

"Police, come out!" he shouted, but nobody moved.

They had been too shocked by Jean's looks. He opened the visor of his helmet and
repeated his demand. Seeing there was a young man in the armor, the people on the
front built faith in him and quickly moved outside, only to find Chip in his big
exos waiting. He thought they maybe would chicken out because of his big machine,
but none of the hostages did. Big, bulky exos were an everyday's business. In fact,
some of the hostages may even drive one at work, most probably a landmate.

"Anyone injured?" he asked, while Jean was searching trough the cold storage whether
there was any hostage left who may had passed out. There wasn't.

"Butcher shop clear, Ma'am. No enemy found. We are bringing down the hostages," Jean
spoke to Deunan.

"Understood, get them into the station quickly. Don't forget to check them for weapons
first. Some of these hostages could be in fact the robbers! Chip, you're going to
backup Milan. If there is really a big landmate somewhere, he could need help," Deunan
replied. Both did as commanded.

Meanwhile, Ken was examining the restrooms. He found a hostage in every cabin,
strapped to the piping. Like with Jean, shouting "Police, I'm here to save
you" had been unsuccessful. He also had to lift the visor of his helmet before
people trusted him. Freeing the hostages however was a nuisance, as his exos
was still too bulky to fit into the same cabin with them. It was easier to
break the piping than the cable straps, so the toilets soon after became a
wet mess, like the hostages and Kenneth himself.

Deunan switched the radio channels to talk to the metro police: "Gianna, what's up
with the heli?"

It took a moment until the police sergeant answered: "If it's coming, we'll hear
it! I don't know what is taking them so long." A short moment later, the rattle
was audible on the radio. "Talk of the devil . . . Gianna over!"

"Hm, should we inform the robbers? I don't think they'll miss it," Deunan thought
aloud, speaking on the SWAT channel again. "SWAT, listen: the heli is coming.
Soon the robbers will uncover themselves."

Deunan was right. She could see a hostage in the cafe freeing himself from the strap
with a side cutter, then taking the bag from his head.

"Shit, their disguise is intriguing. That guy really looks like a white-bread
businessman in a suit," Deunan railed. She noticed something odd was going on.
"What is he doing now? He's looking around? What is he looking for?" she wondered.

The guy then sneaked out of the cafe and through the main corridor, hiding behind
plants and booths.

"Bri, one of the felons is in the corridor heading towards the supermarket. Is
he going to cross your way?" Deunan asked.

"Don't think so," was his short reply.

"Ok. Ayako, a hostage-taker is coming your way. It's a man in a business suit.
Let him pass, I'd like to know what he is looking for."

"Understood," was Ayako's reply.

The robbers sure had noticed something fishy was going on. Were they expecting it?
None of them raised an eyebrow when the fire doors on the station were crashed.

"This guy isn't really a pro," Lance commented. "But I still don't get how they
expect to escape with their booty. They'll have to uncover themselves to reach the
helicopter and now that we're there, we could catch them all. Why are they
that confident? The explosives?" It had to be a trick. Then he had the right
idea: "What if. . . ."

"Yeah?" Deunan asked.

"What if the helicopter is the trick?" Lance explained.

"You mean . . ." Deunan got it too.

"Yes."

"Shit, that means we may already have some of the felons among the freed hostages,"
Deunan sweared. "Metro Police, Gianna!" she switched the channels.

"Gianna here."

"Gianna, some of the robbers may have disguised themselves as hostages. It's part
of their plan."

"Ok, we'll take personal data from anybody coming down here," was Gianna's calm reply.

"Thanks, Deunan over," Deunan dismissed and switched back to the SWAT channel.

Ayako managed to avoid the man in the suit while he was sneaking through the
wide corridor. It wasn't easy, as the man secured nearly each of his steps by
looking around. He sure had wanted to avoid any contact with the police but that
couldn't be the reason he was that alert. She followed him into the supermarket where
he was suddenly shouting "Rose? . . . Ro-oose?" He was clearly looking for an accomplice.
He shouted again. What was up with him?

Ayako asked Deunan what to do. "Chief, I'm at the supermarket. The guy is shouting for
someone. Your orders?"

Deunan switched all the cam screens to the supermarket and answered, "Don't move! His
accomplices surely are going to uncover themselves in a moment. Bri, Ken, how is it
going at your places? Ayako will need your help at the supermarket soon."

"Still unchaining hostages, Ma'am," was Kenneth's reply.

Bri had better news: "Haven't found any explosives here, Deunan," he was reporting.
"The hostages are ready to go, too."

"Bri, they'll find the station by themselves. Go help Ayako at the supermarket!"
Deunan ordered him.

"Understood," he replied.

"How many felons can we expect up there?" Lance asked.

"We don't know the exact number," Deunan shrugged. "From what witnesses of the raid
said, it must be between six and ten. I'd say they're a group of ten, otherwise they
wouldn't have used cable straps to tie most of the hostages. It is too time-consuming.
We saw it when Bri was freeing them. I would bet they used the cold storage room only
because they hadn't enough straps."

"So there are up to ten armed robbers in the supermarket now," Lance concluded.
"Do you think Briareos and Ayako can handle so many opponents?"

Deunan threw back her head and sunk into her chair. She was really concerned for a
moment.

"The main thing is, what will they do? I mean, their plan is to sneak out by
playing hostage. That's why they put the bags on the real hostages' heads in
the cafe. They didn't want them to know who bound them when they mixed with
them. . . . Wait. But why only in the cafe? Wait! WAIT!" Deunan thought aloud,
"There are TWO independent escape plans!"

—Silence—

Lance raised a brow.

"AYAKO, LOOK OUT FOR THE SUIT!" she shouted into her mic.

"Ma'am?" Ayako checked back.

"PROTECT THE GUY WITH THE SUIT IMMEDIATELY!" Deunan repeated twitchily.

It wasn't a second too late when Ayako sprinted to the suit and crushed him down
to the floor. The bangs of some flying bullets snapped in their ears. They didn't
hit them but the man wasn't exactly relieved about that. While Ayako quickly pulled
him behind a shelf, more bullets came.

"If you don't plan to die, don't move from here!" Ayako commanded him.

The man was whining, still outraged from what had happened seconds ago. In strong
contrast, Ayako was calmly racking her handgun and waiting for the idiot in the
aisle to empty his magazine.

"Police! Drop your weapon and surrender!" she shouted, and added, "ALL OF YOU!"

Maybe a male voice would have had more impact on the morale of her opponents. They
did not even take notice.

"The heli is here. Let's take some of the hostages and go!" a voice was shouting.
"Flatfoot girlie, you will let us pass, otherwise we will shoot the hostages!"
he continued fiercely.

His six accomplices uncovered themselves and each one unlocked a woman from the
shelves for cover.

"Ma'am, what to do?" Ayako asked Deunan.

"Wait for Bri!" was Deunan's immediate reply. "Jean, Ken, Bri: To the supermarket!
Immediately! Chip, Milan: continue your search for the landmate," she ordered the
others. They followed.

"Ayako, your objective is to look out for the suit!" Deunan reminded her, and gave
her the explanation: "The guy in the suit hired those gunmen. He knows traces to
their identities, so they absolutely HAVE TO KILL HIM to get away. Your objective
is to prevent that."

"Understood, Chief!" Ayako acknowledged.

She silently pushed the suit into a corner of the supermarket which she could
defend more easily.

"Bri, I'm at the soft drinks aisle. Back me up here," she informed Briareos.

By the time she had said it, it wasn't really possible for Bri anymore, as the
gunmen were quickly dividing their group throughout the supermarket aisles,
isolating Ayako from her team. In the meantime, Bri and Ken had arrived at the
scene. Jean was running to them.

"Let us pass to the heli and nobody gets hurt," one of the robbers, clearly their
boss, exclaimed.

Bri was about to acknowledge him: "Jean, Ken, we let them pass. Don't do anything
rash."

As if the robbers' boss could have heard what Bri said, they slowly pulled
themselves and their hostages to the supermarket entrance.

The hostages were whining, so Bri tried to appease them: "Don't struggle! They only
want to get away. You won't be hurt if you stay calm!" he shouted.

It hadn't worked out much. It wasn't really true, either. It was clear to Briareos
that they had to kill their employer, and they would try it in any case. Bri checked
if it was possible to back up Ayako without putting a hostage at risk but it seemed
it wasn't.

He recapped Ayako her mission through the radio: "Ayako, remember to look out for
the suit. As soon as possible, I will come or send Ken or Jean to help you, but for
now they are doing a good job of preventing us from that."

This wasn't a good situation, with the youngest team member as the main target. He
had to advise her: "You are on your own, so be careful and don't do anything
heroical. Your own safety comes first!"

"Understood, Sir!" Ayako replied.

She nervously checked her gun and the magazines she was carrying. For about half a
minute, nothing happened. It could had been dead silent if it weren't for the
constant crying of the hostages in the supermarket, let alone the dweeb beside her
who had caused that whole lot of trouble.

"Idiot," she hissed and secured the area.

The situation was developing into a stalemate and the boss of the gunmen got
that quickly. He had to do something. He sneaked up to one of his fellows and
whispered something to him. The guy took his hostage and pulled her to another
aisle. She protested only quietly, as he had his gun at her chin. Seconds later
a lound bang echoed through the supermarket, followed by the wailing scream of a
woman.

"She's all right!" the gangster shouted. "But next time, I'll shoot her."

Meanwhile, another one of the hostage-takers backed away into Ayako's direction.
Bri ordered Jean and Ken to follow the guys. When they arrived, the
hostage-takers had already gone for another aisle. It was hard to track them
in that maze. That was the moment when another scream—a child's scream—was
heard at the kid's corner, which was near to Ayako's position.

She couldn't say how it had happened but a second later Ayako found herself
running to the place where the scream had come from. It was a place of atrocity.
In a mass of scattered toys, a guy was sitting at a small table, holding a gun
in his right hand and a roughly eight-year-old boy in the other arm. A girl of
about the same age was also sitting at the table, tied to it with a handcuff. A
woman was lying over the table, motionless, with blood on her head. The children
were screaming and crying out of sheer horror. The guy had a grin on his face.

"So what you gonna do now, bitch? Move and I shoot the kid," he smirked.

But Ayako hadn't heard his threat, her mind too focused on the gangster's hand.
In the blink of an eye, she prepared herself to grab his gun. For her it
felt like minutes.

She advanced towards him quickly. To her luck, instead of shooting the boy, he turned
his gun in panic and fired it at her, and she must have been hit, obviously.
More obviously, she hadn't noticed it yet. By the time he wanted to turn his gun
back to the boy, Ayako had already grabbed it with one hand and his throat with
the other. She clutched his throat and dashed him to the wall violently. The boy
fell down to the ground and ran away. Ayako's left hand bruised the hand of the
robber while he was still clenching his gun. He wanted to scream but couldn't,
as her right hand was tightly attached to his throat, choking him with a force similar
to the one her left hand was applying to his own. To his luck, Briareos arrived only some
seconds later and managed to take Ayako's still cramped hands from his throat
and gun hand. The first moment he could, he coughed. Ayako was still upset.

"I didn't choke you to death only because you choose to shoot me instead of
the boy. I certainly would have done it if you had killed the boy," she spat.

Deunan and Lance couldn't believe what they had heard and fell silent.
Only Briareos kept his countenance: "Ayako, we need to talk. Later. Hey, you have
been hit!"

"He only hit my left leg. I must be lucky he was sitting at such a low table," was
her, now again, calm reply.

Bri was relieved she was returning to normal again and ordered her to protect the
girl now that she was hit herself and couldn't move quickly. He arrested the
gangster with a cable strap and hasted to the soft drinks aisle. A shoot-out was
in progress. Jean was already there protecting the suit instead of Ayako. He was
barely successful. The suit was hit in the head. It wasn't clear if it was to
Jean's and Briareos' relief but the gunmen had achieved their goal. The guy who
shot him was heading to the supermarket exit quickly.

"Ken, let them go! They have no more business here," Bri shouted.

"Understood," Ken replied briefly, understanding what it meant.

"Milan here, we found the Landmate!" was the next message on the radio. "It's
empty. New orders, please."

"Do not interfere the withdrawal of the hostage-takers." Deunan got collected
again. "Bri, status!"

"Two hostages heavily injured or dead, Ayako injured, we need medics as soon as
possible," Briareos replied.

"Understood," was Deunan's reply. "We'll send them up immediately, but
they are not going to leave the station until the area is secured."

A twisted glee rushed through the remaining gunmen. Soon they would be out of
this scene.

"Cliff is missing," one of them noted.

"I bet he's dead already," their boss acknowledged. "He was a perverted retard
anyway."

"Worked out as you expected," the gunman the boss sent to kill the suit said.
"Glad to have you as our boss."

"Haha, for sure the girlie couldn't stand a child scream! I bet she shot Cliff
right through his pea-sized brain without any reasoning. One hopeful young cop
less in the game!" he bragged.

The hostages they were pulling with them were shocked and frowned upon the
cynicism.

"No need to worry," he said. "We will let you go without any bruised hair. When
we're back in the badside, ha ha! Maybe you'll like it so much you don't wanna
go back. Ha ha ha . . . ha ha ha ha!"

They reached the arc's helicopter platform from a side corridor of the mall and
entered the waiting machine.

"I hope you picked the right women for yourselves," he advised his fellows.
"You will have them for a long time now. . . . Ha ha ha ha!" His laugh
drowned in the humming turbine sounds of the heli.

Deunan switched the radio to Metro Police: "Gianna, are the medics ready?"

"Ready and alert, Deunan," was Gianna's answer. "What has happened?" she asked.

"We have two hostages with severe injuries and one officer with light injuries.
One hostage-taker has been arrested. Six of them left the building with the
helicopter. They have six female hostages with them. It's your turn to trace the
heli!" Deunan replied.

"Understood, we'll take over! The medics are on their way. I wish your injured
colleague luck!" Gianna dismissed in the subdued way she always did.

In the meantime, Ayako had checked the woman on the table and had found out the
bastard had hit her badly on her head with his gun. With any luck, she wouldn't
die from that injury. Ayako pulled the woman, who was still unconscious, from
the table and laid her down on her side on the floor. After that, she wanted to
break the handcuffs of the girl to get her away from the gory scene at the kid's
corner. She couldn't, as the girl trembled and began screaming again. Clearly to
Ayako it was because of her recent brutality and especially what her hands had
done to the gangster. His coughing from behind wasn't making it any easier.

Ayako unlocked her helmet and took it off to calm her down. The girl was
astonished to find a pretty young woman with long brown hair where there had
been a grim killing machine seconds before.

"Hello, I'm Ayako," she said with the softest voice she had. "I'm a policewoman.
I'm sorry I scared you."

That cheered the girl up a bit. However, when Ayako reached for her hand, the
child trembled again. The touch of the policewoman was gentle, but her hand
was unnaturally cold. Ayako ripped apart the handcuffs by grasping them with two
fingers from each hand and slowly pulling them. That was too much for the girl.
She bursted into tears when the metal detent cracked like it was a toy—it
wasn't. Ayako had a hard time holding the girl softly enough to comfort her and
firmly enough not to let her go. After a few seconds, the child, despite being at
least eight years old, wrapped her hands around Ayako's neck and clearly
demanded to be lifted.

"I wanna go to my mommy," she whined.

At least the woman on the table wasn't her mother, Ayako thought, then wrapped
the bottom of the girl with her left arm and stood up. Balancing was hard because
of the shot to her left leg. A reddish liquid had leaked through its armor, but
neither she nor the girl gave a damn about it. Slowly they shambled to the exit.

The medics raced by them into the opposite direction. Ken and Jean had started
cutting the straps of the other hostages, while Bri monitored how the medics
were doing on the suit. Jean had found the mother of the girl.

"Baby!" she cried with joy. Ayako dropped the girl off into the hands of her mother.

"There was a boy along with her at the kid's corner. Do you know him?"

The woman needed a moment to collect herself. "A friend's son, I was babysitting him,"
she said.

'Sure you did,' Ayako thought huffishly. 'Babysitting while shopping. How convenient.'

A message from Chip came over the radio: "We have a little boy gazing at us as if we
just jumped out of an action movie. Kids never change, do they?" he joked.

"I'll send his babysitter to you to pick him up. Where are you?" Ayako replied.

"At the other end of the mall. But no need to hurry, I don't think he's going anywhere
now," Chip answered.

"The boy in your care is at the other end of the mall, examining our troops. They're
the big exos, err, robot-like-creatures, there," Ayako explained to the woman with a
wink. She nodded, took the girl and dashed off.

Ayako waved at her colleagues. "I'm sorry I can't help you with the hostages,"
she said and pointed to her leg. "But I think I need to have this repaired."

Ken was worried about her injury but Jean dispelled his doubts: "As long she's
joking around, she'll all right."

"Go get your wounds licked," Briareos dismissed her. If he could make a smile, he
would have one. Ayako pulled herself to the station. "And don't worry about the
evaluation!" Bri called after her. 'Oh, maybe now she does. Drat!' he thought to
himself.

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==Along the story==
<div style="float: left;">[[戦闘機械綾子 - Battlemachine Ayako|Story preface/chapter overview]]</div>
<div style="float: right;">[[戦闘機械綾子 - Battlemachine Ayako/Things To Remember|Chapter 2 - Things to remember]]</div>
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戦闘機械綾子 - Battlemachine Ayako

2014-03-06T03:03:17Z

Rdaneel: Fixing Ellipses

User talk:Keizo

2014-03-06T02:43:47Z

Rdaneel: /* Gallery */

==Gallery==
Zoy dude. I went ahead and created a [[Keizo's manips|gallery]] for your "Hell's Canary" manip. [[User:Robotman|Robotman]] 22:14, 27 February 2008 (PST)

Thanks for the link, Keizo. Those Blip Comics are great! (so funny!) And the manips look good too. Cheers! [[User:Rdaneel|Rdaneel]] 20:43, 5 March 2014 (CST)

== Stories ==

I love all the stories you have written and stored here at the Story Archive. I have thoroughly enjoyed your different depictions of gynoids, be it physically or personality wise, and I have found the philosophy of an A.I. soul as you depicted it in "The Enemy of My Enemy?" quite intriguing. Thanks for the stories and congratulations! =) [[User:Rdaneel|Rdaneel]] 05:03, 21 February 2014 (CST)

:Thanks for writing on my wall, Keizo! I wasn't sure where to write my questions, so I decided to post them here. Mainly I am curious to know if you are going to continue writing on your "The Enemy of My Enemy?" universe. Are you done with part three or are you planning to flesh it out some more? This I'm asking because of the 'unfinished' note it has on the title, although I consider it is pretty good as it is.

:I have another question that is more of a request: Do you have any plans on continuing "Hell's Canary"? I was imagining it would be pretty fun if Morris finds a way to pass his Natalia 'bot as a human and makes her help him in his cases. As long as the technology is kept secret, nobody would be the wiser and he could have some fun adventures in a kind of 'partner' series of some sorts. How much intelligence Natalia develops would be up to you, of course. This is just a suggestion, naturally. I only thought a cop/spy story would be fun with a lovely Terminator of sorts as a partner. ;)

:Anyway, thanks a lot for the fun read so far. Oh, and in case you haven't checked the answer at my wall, about my congratulations: the way I see it, if you manage to write something good and then share it with the world, that is always a reason for commendation. =) [[User:Rdaneel|Rdaneel]] 05:22, 25 February 2014 (CST)

Hi, R. Daneel. To answer your questions, it may sadly be a no. Enemy was written well over 10 years ago and it was just something I was working through to get a lot of thoughts off my chest about my own issues with this fetish/lifestyle. I started writing part 3 as a follow-up where it was the humans that started enhancing themselves in sort of a singularity-type scenario. I had only gotten as far as chapter 2 and the beginning of chapter 3 before I fell on hard times and my computer was stolen along with other things when my home was burglarized. I just became too busy after that since I had started a new job and was in the process of moving so it was never completed. I actually was hesitant to share it here since it was more of a personal thing and got a little cheesy in some parts!

:Too bad to read all that happened afterwards, but hey, I loved what you managed to share here and it doesn't feel that it ends abruptly, so that's okay at least. I'm just glad that all those thoughts and wonderful ideas managed to settle on a coherent plot in your head and found their way here. And cheesy is quite fine! At least in this case I didn't find it bothersome and some parts had good heart behind them so I really didn't mind. [[User:Rdaneel|Rdaneel]] 22:58, 4 March 2014 (CST)

Both Hell's Canary and Are You Serious? were written as a favor for a friend of mine who lives in England. The challenge was to write a story within a week that had at least three women he would like to have as fembots. I had never even heard of Natalia Estrada until he picked her as one of the characters! As you may have now guessed this was also before Linsay Lohan became the hot mess she is today and why I attempted to write that story from a more English point of view (and why one of the characters in Hell's Canary was English). He liked the stories so much that he asked me to share them here and I'm glad you that and others have enjoyed them as well :)

:I sure did. At least I'm glad that the circumstances allowed you to write those fun short pieces. They were quite enjoyable and you still have my vote in case you are inclined to write some more in the future. Whatever happens next, I thank you for what you shared with us until now and wish you the best of luck with your future projects. [[User:Rdaneel|Rdaneel]] 22:58, 4 March 2014 (CST)

戦闘機械綾子 - Battlemachine Ayako/First Encounter of another Kind

2014-03-05T10:34:25Z

Rdaneel: Corrections at Dark's request. Now really almost done with the chapter. =)

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==1 First Encounter of another Kind==
Night had fallen over Olympus. The outside observer would surely admit the city
was a beautiful, endless sea of lights, like it was each night. And like each
night, somewhere the blue lights of police were flashing and the howl of police
sirens could be heard. Olympus in general was a safe place to live and most of
these police operations were for traffic accidents and small burglaries.

A sparkling pool of blue lights stood out from the yellowish-white lighting of
one of the three monumental arcologies which formed the city centre. For sure it
had been one of those uncommon days when something awful was happening. The blue
lights had been blinking for hours now and yet there wasn't any progress. It
wasn't a fire, everything was calm.

On ground level, everything was under control. Metro police managed to keep the
police gathering place right in front of the arc clear of rubbernecks. There
were still persons coming down from the top levels of the tall überbuilding
using the normal commuter trains running inside of it. It had to be a Sisyphean
task to evacuate all these tens of thousands of people, even if it was only from
the upper stories. It sure was necessary.

At the gathering place, policemen —and women— in armored exoskeletons prepared
themselves for their upcoming fight.

"Chip, move the left arm," a policeman who looked like service personnel asked
another one standing in a big, puppetlike machine.

Cornelius complied and his exos copied the movement. "It seems it works again.
Thanks, Tom," he answered, then he lit up a cigarette.

"There, I fixed it!" Thomas cheered and then checked whether his other colleagues
had any problems with their armor.

Kenneth hadn't any. His small exoskeleton was more like functional clothing, which
was in great contrast to the super-robot Cornelius was 'wearing'. "No problems
here, thanks," he shouted, so Thomas went by him waving silently.

A few meters away Milan was flexing his exos, a similar one as that of Chip.
Thomas could easily see from its moves all its hydraulics were working perfectly
so he left him alone too. Milan wasn't a chatterbox anyway.

A cold metal hand grabbed Thomas on his mouth and a likewise armored arm
wrapped around his chest from behind. "Shhh, don't move or you're dead," a
voice hissed. As if Thomas could move or even say something if he wanted to; it
was too tight! To his relief he knew the person those arms belonged to, and the
stupid guy was loosening his grip a moment later. "Hey, just practising!"
he laughed.

"Not on me again," Thomas mumbled. "I get a chill everytime you do that."

"At least that means it never gets old on you." Jean, that was the name
of the fellow, smirked at him.

"If you have time to make bad jokes like that, I guess nothing is wrong with your
armor?" Thomas inquired.

"No. Everything ok," was Jean's short reply. Thomas waved and took his chance to get
away from the clown.

Thomas ended his prep tour at a group of three colleagues. The guy was more than
two meters tall and bulky. He wasn't wearing an exos though he looked like he
was. Instead, he was an exos built into a human, or vice-versa if you like —a
cyborg. A blonde woman in her forties did a high swing kick on him, which he
dodged easily. "That's how you have to do it!" she was yelling. "Briareos, don't
go easy on her. She needs all the practice she can get!" the blonde commanded and
dashed off to a nearby truck.

"Yes, Ma'am," he answered laconically, while his lady-boss was already too far
away to hear him.

'She' was a woman who basically practised as a backdrop the moment before. She
seemed to be daunted from the demonstration and, despite being clad in an
intimidating full-body armor herself, somehow she managed to look vulnerable,
like a damsel in distress.

Thomas was approaching the two, first asking Briareos if he had anything to
repair on his body. Bri denied it with "Had no chance to get it damaged yet,"
so Tom turned around to the woman.

"Ayako, any problems?"

"I . . . I don't know," a soft, unassured voice answered him. It was heavily
muffled by the full-face helmet she was wearing. "I haven't tried out all the
functions yet."

"First, you should try the outside speaker. I can barely understand what you
say," Tom suggested.

For a short while, nothing happened. More exactly, it looked like nothing was
happening but both Tom and Bri knew Ayako was desperately browsing through the
menu options presented on the augmented reality display built into the helmet
front.

"Well?" Thomas asked, prepared to give her a clue, but a blink later the lower
front shutter of the helmet opened slowly.

Delicate, peach-colored cheeks appeared in the midst of the black shaded
plexiglass of the helmet. The tender lips of a young woman immediately followed.

"I . . . I'm sorry," she wispered. "I haven't found the speaker option yet. The
cursor is a little jumpy. It's hard to catch it at the correct position."

"It's an eye tracking cursor. It's your eyes which are moving jumpily," Thomas
explained. "You are just too nervous, calm down." He wondered a little how she
had opened the shutter instead. "Opening the shutter was easier? If I remember
correctly, it's at nearly the same menu level," he asked.

"I'm feeling a little hemmed in here when the helmet is closed so I've made a
shortcut for opening it. Blinking left, right, right, both," Ayako admitted.

"That's great, I don't remember showing you how to do that! So you have been
playing around yourself already?" Tom queried her further.

"Yeah, but too little, I guess," Ayako answered with a mixture of bragging and
shyness. "The training hasn't focused on the new helmet's functions."

Thomas had to excuse himself, "My fault, sorry. I was so engaged putting useful
functions into the thing, I've missed the deadline for the documentation. But I
think I can just let you play around a little more and everything should be
fine, no?" Thomas concluded, teasing a smile out of her.

"Enough lovey-dovey, you two," Briareos reminded them of the priorities. "We are
preparing for a mission, remember?"

"Yes, Sir!" both prompted in unison.

"No chance to make me grin!" Bri bantered back, pointing at his jawless cyborg
face.

"Well, then you should try what our bosslady told you to do," Thomas
proposed to Ayako. She gave him a last smile before the shutter closed and
covered her whole head in black armor again.

Insecurely, she attempted to do the same high swing kick she saw a minute
before. She only managed to do a straight kick before Briareos could get a grip
on her foot and kept hold of it.

"So, what are ya gonna do now, bitch?" he asked with a provocative tone while
he twisted her foot slowly. Ayako squeaked as the angle was soon too much for
her ankles. Bri let her foot go and she tautly and silenty stood before him.
It was an unsuccessful attempt to look stalwart.

"This way it won't work," Bri mumbled. Then he shouted, "So let's try it the
other way!" while trying to grab Ayako with his big hands. More instinctively
than deliberately, she stotted back and managed to escape his attack. Briareos
pursued her immediately but, at that moment, Ayako had already changed her
attitude to 'Attack'! She whirled around and smashed his head with a full blow
of her leg. Bri fell on his bottom.

"Ah, Tom, now you have to do some repairs," he moaned.

"I . . . I'm sorry," Ayako apologized and knelt down next to Bri.

He wasn't peeved. Actually, he seemed less concerned than a moment before. "Girl,
if I hadn't been a cyborg, that kick would have finished me. Really, really,
really finished me off. Be careful of what you do hit with your legs. Those are
DEADLY weapons," he explained.

Tom found Bri's neck to be damaged and asked him to turn his head around. "Are
all axes moveable?"

"It seems tilting sideways is broken," was Briareos' reply. "It's not a big problem.
We can repair it after the job is done."

Thomas insisted to repair his neck before they went on their mission, but Bri
refused. "If I get into trouble, I'm going to ask Ms. Hammerblow here for a
daring rescue," he laughed.

Thomas was pretty sure Ayako had been blushing heavily under her helmet. He had
to bite his tongue so not to discourage her again. About the blush, he was going
to find out soon anyway.

"Your turn, Ayako. Anything broken on the test?" Tom turned to her.

"No diagnostic reports, no," was her short, technical reply —this time through
the speaker, he noticed.

"See, it's all a matter of being self-assured. What do you feel? Do you think you
can handle it?" He was rubbing it in.

Ayako reached for her helmet and pressed its lock buttons at her jaw. The helmet
made a tiny jump and Ayako stripped the whole thing off of her head.

The cheeks and lips hadn't lied. The helmet protected the most precious part of
a young woman. While her long brown hair dropped smoothly onto her back, her
eyes were not that smooth. Fierce, that was the correct term. But with her
cheeks still red as tomatoes, she looked very funny. Tom couldn't help but grin.
A moment later, all hell broke loose.

"What do you mean? Whether I'm able to do my job? I may be younger than you, but
I'm a confident and skilled policewoman. I can . . ." she hissed.

She got the wrong idea, so Thomas interrupted her. "No! I meant, your body!"

— Silence —

Ayako blushed even more so Thomas had a hard time not to grin again. Bri clearly
was in advantage here by having no facial expression at all. Still he silenty
stood up and left the two alone.

"Ok, I won't push you any further," Thomas broke the silence. "You said there
were no diagnostic messages so I take this as a 'combat-ready.'" He was drawing
a checkmark into the air.

Ayako parted her hair and put her helmet back on. It locked over her head with
an audible click. "Yes, Battlemachine Ayako ready for use." she said and stood up.
Thomas was a little puzzled. Had she been snickering? Was it the same woman he
had seen ten minutes ago?
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This is a good moment to show you a picture of Ayako,
taken on. . . . Hmm, I won't spoil it to you yet. Here it is:
Sexy, huh? What, NO? Thights too bulky? Breasts not perky
enough, you say? Aww, and I thought you had a serious
fetish for machines, let alone women that are machines.
Phew! Wait, you do? Really? Then I have good tidings
for you. There is more to come: 26 Chapters, where we
explore the features of Ayako, both of her mind and body.
And mine too. Aww, yeah, explore my features, I like
that. . . .
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Oh, and here's Dark again. Seems he's
a little jealous right now. Cute little
robot, are you eager to explore my features?
Hmm, the earlier I continue the chapter, the
earlier I can cuddle with you. XOXO!
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In the meantime, the blonde had setup her working place in the loading space of
the truck. Twelve big computer screens filled the side wall of it. Half of them
showed videos from the helmet cameras of her colleagues outside. The others had
two different floor plans of the arcology and various status info on them. The
blonde was adjusting her headset and did a sound check.

"Test: Alpha, Bravo, Charlie, Delta," she said into her mic, "everyone there?"

"Ken ok," Ken answered.

Jean followed him with a "Jean ok." Then Chip, Ayako, and Milan followed. Bri
made it complete.

"Tom, is all the other setup done?" she asked through the radio.

Thomas answered from the truck's door, "Yes, Ma'am. All checks had been
successful. Bri had a small damage, but. . . ."

She interrupted him, concerned, "What's up with him?"

"Nothing, he says it's ok. We can check it after the job," Thomas replied.

"Ok, then let's bring home the bacon." She got collected again.

Thomas was reaching for the second seat as another person stood at the door. It
was an elderly man with a grey full beard. He tapped his glasses, then greeted.

"Deunan!" he said.

The blonde turned around and surprisedly greeted back, "Chief! It . . . it has been
six years!"

"Don't call me 'Chief,' Deunan. You are the ESWAT chief now," the greybeard answered.

Deunan was a little fussy. "Ok, chie . . . Lance. Thomas, this is Mayor Lance, former
chief of ESWAT. Lance, this is Thomas Boyd, exos service tech."

"How Do You Do?" Thomas asked Lance, as he had noticed his British accent.

"How Do You Do?" Lance replied while they shook hands.

"Well, it is nice to have this small reunion, but at the moment we have a little
crisis situation out there, so . . ." Deunan excused herself girlishly.

"Which is exactly the reason I'm here," Lance cut her short.

"Err, what?" Deunan wondered.

The mayor continued, "You know I retired from ESWAT in order to join the centre for
international police cooperation?"

"Yes, you talked about it when you left us," Deunan answered.

"Well, that's why I'm here. Olympus city council is concerned Olympus has fallen
back from the state-of-the-art in armed police equipment and modern tactics," Lance
told her.

"Awrr, damned politicians," Deunan snarled. "So they sent you to check on us?
Haven't they read my memos? It's all written down there! We are heavily
underfunded. I only have six armed police officers left and one tech."

Lance quietly responded to her, "Olympus has become much safer during the last
twenty years," he said, "so they question the existence of ESWAT at all."

Deunan was lost for words, so Lance took the chance to explain further, "It's
planned to liquidate ESWAT and use the money to buy weapon platforms."

Deunan became a snickerpuss, "Again that ridiculous idea? It was a disaster
twenty years ago. Don't they ever learn?"

Lance seconded her, "I know. I don't like the idea either. However, they have
appointed me to act as a third-party expert though I was the ESWAT chief not too
long ago. If I had to bet, I would say somebody in the council is on our side."

Deunan was relieved when Lance said they should "just do the job and I will do
the paperwork."

Briareos showed up at the truck door. "Deunan, we'll have to talk about our
fledgling." Then he noticed Lance. "Lance! Long time no see, err, how do you
do?" Lance gave his hand to Bri and returned the greeting.

"Bri, Lance is here to write a performance report about us," Deunan informed him.

"Oh, it seems all your memos have had an impact," Bri replied.

"Yeah, whatever," was Deunan's circumventive answer.

"So, what about the fledgling?" Lance asked.

"Ayako Ontemba, Sir," Bri reported, while Deunan made a cutthroat gesture from
behind. Bri got the meaning and continued, "It's too complicated to explain now,
gotta go. See you later, Lance," then dashed off.

Tom hadn't said a word until then. He wanted to, but then guessed it was wiser to
keep silent by the way Bri was fleeing.

"You don't have to be concerned. I'm pretty sure she will learn everything she
needs to know from you," Lance said while turning to Deunan. "That's the reason
why I proposed you as my successor. You weren't the best fighter or policeman in
the team, but you had the attitude to always learn something new and always
pass it further to younger teammates. That's what a good instructor must always
do. And to be a good instructor is the main job of the chief."

Deunan blushed a little, then turned around to her screens. "We should start now.
No time left to kill. Please take the other seat, Lance, so you have a good view on
what's going on," Deunan commanded, and Lance followed. 'He primed himself well,
I'm glad we have done it too,' she thought.

As Lance had taken Thomas' seat, Tom had to lean back to the other side wall of
the truck. Thinking this would get uncomfortable soon, he left the truck. "See ya
later," he waved.

Meanwhile, the SWAT team had entered a wagon of an empty commuter train heading
up the arc. Briareos was the last one arriving.

"Hey, squad leader, detained yourself into the restrooms?" Jean sneered at him.

Bri knew Jean was only making a bad joke, so he ignored him. Instead, he brought
the topic back to the job.

"We are being evaluated on this mission. That means 'stick to the rules.' No
fooling around, no shots to the head or other gory businesses and most importantly,
DO NOT LOSE ANY HOSTAGES!" he keenly advised his subordinates.

Ayako broke the following silence: "Understood, Sir." The others followed her
example.

Briareos started a briefing: "Ok, let's recapitulate. The hostage-takers are robbers,
not terrorists. So we don't have to expect them being eager to die. There was no
shooting, so most probably they don't even want to hurt anyone if it can be avoided.
Nevertheless, they threatened to blow up the building if their departure is hindered.
They demanded a heli, which should now be on its way already. Our enemies robbed a
jeweller in the 183rd floor. Our colleagues from metro police managed to isolate them
there by locking the fire doors and elevators. The robbers are keeping themselves very
silent up there, waiting for their heli. There are some other stores in the area and
we don't know how many enemies or hostages we have to expect, nor their arms or the
condition of the hostages. From what people who managed to flee had seen, they have at
least one exos up there, most probably a landmate they only brought to break through
the safety glasses at the jeweller. That's the situation. Understood?"

The other team members acknowledged.

Briareos gave a last instruction: "Our objective is to SAVE ALL THE HOSTAGES, not
arresting any robbers. If they manage to flee, they are lucky bastards. Understood?"

A further acknowledgement from his whole SWAT team could be heard.

A short time later, the train arrived at the mall station at the 183rd floor.

"Ok, go!" Bri shouted.

The SWAT team got off the train and parted into three groups, as the station had
three exits. Chip and Jean took the western exit, where Chip easily broke through the
locked fire door with his exos. Milan and Bri took the central exit to be ready to
boost up both other teams if neccessary. Kenneth and Ayako headed to the eastern exit.
Ken tried to break the lock of the door, but he had serious problems to do it with
his lightweight exoskeleton. After pushing against it for four times he gave up.

"Seems we're stuck here. We need help from the others," he said, and was up to reach
for Milan and Bri as long as they were near.

Ayako grabbed his shoulder to stop him. The tight, sudden grip made him fall to the
floor immediately. Sitting on his bottom, he could see how she was flexing, then how she
did a straight kick against the door. With a scrunching sound, the metal sheet of the
door bent heavily inwards and, quite more impressive, the lock and even the pivots
blasted. Ken was puzzled. How did she do that? A secret karate technique? But moreover,
he met Ayako with disbelief when that average sized woman pushed away the large steel
door, which must at least had a weight of 1500 kilograms, without the help of the pivots,
and more importantly, without his help either.

"If you haven't noticed yet, I'm escorting YOU while doing the lumberjack work, and you
are tiptoeing, not the other way around," she told her still unbelieving colleague.

"Ayako, how can your exos be so much more powerful than mine? It doesn't look bulky enough
to have this much power," Kenneth questioned her.

"It's not an exos," she replied, which led Ken into utter confusion. "Hey, we can talk
about it later," Ayako tried to bring up the mission again, "we have some hostages to save."

Kenneth nodded and they slowly went into the battlefield.

Deunan and Lance had watched the videos from the helmet cams on their screens.
Then Thomas stood in the doorframe: "We finally have the surveillance cams of
the arc on our screens. There are about 50 cams in the mall. They are on
channels 20 and up now."

"That's great, Tom. You're a technical wizard," Deunan acknowledged him and put those cams
on four of the screens.

"A technical 'firefighter.' He matches the team perfectly," Lance commented.

The arc's cams got useful very quickly. Deunan scanned through them and identified
a lot of hostages on the screens.

"So, there are about ten. What is this place? Ah, the cafe at the centre of the mall.
Seems they are strapped to some railings. Why do they wear shopping bags on their heads?"

Lance browsed through the screens too. "There are about twenty more, this has to be the
supermarket at the east end. Yes, it is," he said.

Deunan got worried. "I can't find any more hostages on the cams. No more hostages?
Can't be. They bragged they had about seventy!"

"The toilets," Lance said calmly. "There aren't any cams."

"You are right," Deunan seconded him. "But forty hostages in the toilets alone? No way.
There must be another place without a cam."

"Maybe it's a bluff?" Lance suggested.

"Could be. I'm not sure . . ." Deunan shrugged, then she had the right idea: "There is a
butcher shop in that shopping mall. The cold storage room!"

"If that's true, we have to rescue those hostages as quickly as possible, or they'll
die from cold," Lance recommended.

"I can't see any of the robbers patrolling. They must be hiding among their victims.
Clever bastards, they parted the hostage groups as well as their own group," Deunan
noted. "We'll have to flush them. The helicopter?"

"Obviously," Lance agreed.

Deunan switched her mic on. "SWAT, listen: there are hostages in the cafe and
the toilets at the centre of the mall, at the supermarket on the east end, and
we think in the cold storage room at the butcher shop on the west. The other
places seem to be clear. The robbers are hiding between their hostages, so be
careful. We'll flush them by announcing the heli is coming. Chip, Jean: head for
the butcher shop and rescue the hostages from the cold storage."

"Understood," was Chip's reply.

Where were the others? "Milan, look out for the landmate. I couldn't see it on
any of the cams but it must be there! Maybe they just tampered with a cam and hid
behind a corner," Deunan commanded.

Milan replied a short "Understood" and searched the place.

"Bri, check the cafe. The hostages there have shopping bags over their heads.
Maybe the robbers placed the explosives at the cafe and didn't want witnesses,"
Deunan concluded. "Ken, you go searching the toilets. Ayako, you go to the
supermarket," were her next instructions.

The three replied. It was a really odd situation. The felons knew the police was
there and did not frown on them.

Chip and Jean reached the butcher shop quickly. The place was deserted like
the rest of the mall. It was too narrow for Chip's big exos to go inside so Jean
searched the place alone. He found the lever of the cold storage room door tied
to a nearby steelframe shelf with a weighty chain. Breaking such chains was
actually intended to be Chip's work, but as Chip couldn't come there, Jean
shortly thought about it, then pushed the shelf to the door with all the power
of his small exoskeleton. The chain got loose and he could open the door. On
first view, more than two dozen people had been shuddering inside.

"Police, come out!" he shouted, but nobody moved.

They had been too shocked by Jean's looks. He opened the visor of his helmet and
repeated his demand. Seeing there was a young man in the armor, the people on the
front built faith in him and quickly moved outside, only to find Chip in his big
exos waiting. He thought they maybe would chicken out because of his big machine,
but none of the hostages did. Big, bulky exos were an everyday's business. In fact,
some of the hostages may even drive one at work, most probably a landmate.

"Anyone injured?" he asked, while Jean was searching trough the cold storage whether
there was any hostage left who may had passed out. There wasn't.

"Butcher shop clear, Ma'am. No enemy found. We are bringing down the hostages," Jean
spoke to Deunan.

"Understood, get them into the station quickly. Don't forget to check them for weapons
first. Some of these hostages could be in fact the robbers! Chip, you're going to
backup Milan. If there is really a big landmate somewhere, he could need help," Deunan
replied. Both did as commanded.

Meanwhile, Ken was examining the restrooms. He found a hostage in every cabin,
strapped to the piping. Like with Jean, shouting "Police, I'm here to save
you" had been unsuccessful. He also had to lift the visor of his helmet before
people trusted him. Freeing the hostages however was a nuisance, as his exos
was still too bulky to fit into the same cabin with them. It was easier to
break the piping than the cable straps, so the toilets soon after became a
wet mess, like the hostages and Kenneth himself.

Deunan switched the radio channels to talk to the metro police: "Gianna, what's up
with the heli?"

It took a moment until the police sergeant answered: "If it's coming, we'll hear
it! I don't know what is taking them so long." A short moment later, the rattle
was audible on the radio. "Talk of the devil . . . Gianna over!"

"Hm, should we inform the robbers? I don't think they'll miss it," Deunan thought
aloud, speaking on the SWAT channel again. "SWAT, listen: the heli is coming.
Soon the robbers will uncover themselves."

Deunan was right. She could see a hostage in the cafe freeing himself from the strap
with a side cutter, then taking the bag from his head.

"Shit, their disguise is intriguing. That guy really looks like a white-bread
businessman in a suit," Deunan railed. She noticed something odd was going on.
"What is he doing now? He's looking around? What is he looking for?" she wondered.

The guy then sneaked out of the cafe and through the main corridor, hiding behind
plants and booths.

"Bri, one of the felons is in the corridor heading towards the supermarket. Is
he going to cross your way?" Deunan asked.

"Don't think so," was his short reply.

"Ok. Ayako, a hostage-taker is coming your way. It's a man in a business suit.
Let him pass, I'd like to know what he is looking for."

"Understood," was Ayako's reply.

The robbers sure had noticed something fishy was going on. Were they expecting it?
None of them raised an eyebrow when the fire doors on the station were crashed.

"This guy isn't really a pro," Lance commented. "But I still don't get how they
expect to escape with their booty. They'll have to uncover themselves to reach the
helicopter and now that we're there, we could catch them all. Why are they
that confident? The explosives?" It had to be a trick. Then he had the right
idea: "What if. . . ."

"Yeah?" Deunan asked.

"What if the helicopter is the trick?" Lance explained.

"You mean . . ." Deunan got it too.

"Yes."

"Shit, that means we may already have some of the felons among the freed hostages,"
Deunan sweared. "Metro Police, Gianna!" she switched the channels.

"Gianna here."

"Gianna, some of the robbers may have disguised themselves as hostages. It's part
of their plan."

"Ok, we'll take personal data from anybody coming down here," was Gianna's calm reply.

"Thanks, Deunan over," Deunan dismissed and switched back to the SWAT channel.

Ayako managed to avoid the man in the suit while he was sneaking through the
wide corridor. It wasn't easy, as the man secured nearly each of his steps by
looking around. He sure had wanted to avoid any contact with the police but that
couldn't be the reason he was that alert. She followed him into the supermarket where
he was suddenly shouting "Rose? . . . Ro-oose?" He was clearly looking for an accomplice.
He shouted again. What was up with him?

Ayako asked Deunan what to do. "Chief, I'm at the supermarket. The guy is shouting for
someone. Your orders?"

Deunan switched all the cam screens to the supermarket and answered, "Don't move! His
accomplices surely are going to uncover themselves in a moment. Bri, Ken, how is it
going at your places? Ayako will need your help at the supermarket soon."

"Still unchaining hostages, Ma'am," was Kenneth's reply.

Bri had better news: "Haven't found any explosives here, Deunan," he was reporting.
"The hostages are ready to go, too."

"Bri, they'll find the station by themselves. Go help Ayako at the supermarket!"
Deunan ordered him.

"Understood," he replied.

"How many felons can we expect up there?" Lance asked.

"We don't know the exact number," Deunan shrugged. "From what witnesses of the raid
said, it must be between six and ten. I'd say they're a group of ten, otherwise they
wouldn't have used cable straps to tie most of the hostages. It is too time-consuming.
We saw it when Bri was freeing them. I would bet they used the cold storage room only
because they hadn't enough straps."

"So there are up to ten armed robbers in the supermarket now," Lance concluded.
"Do you think Briareos and Ayako can handle so many opponents?"

Deunan threw back her head and sunk into her chair. She was really concerned for a
moment.

"The main thing is, what will they do? I mean, their plan is to sneak out by
playing hostage. That's why they put the bags on the real hostages' heads in
the cafe. They didn't want them to know who bound them when they mixed with
them. . . . Wait. But why only in the cafe? Wait! WAIT!" Deunan thought aloud,
"There are TWO independent escape plans!"

— Silence —

Lance raised a brow.

"AYAKO, LOOK OUT FOR THE SUIT!" she shouted into her mic.

"Ma'am?" Ayako checked back.

"PROTECT THE GUY WITH THE SUIT IMMEDIATELY!" Deunan repeated twitchily.

It wasn't a second too late when Ayako sprinted to the suit and crushed him down
to the floor. The bangs of some flying bullets snapped in their ears. They didn't
hit them but the man wasn't exactly relieved about that. While Ayako quickly pulled
him behind a shelf, more bullets came.

"If you don't plan to die, don't move from here!" Ayako commanded him.

The man was whining, still outraged from what had happened seconds ago. In strong
contrast, Ayako was calmly racking her handgun and waiting for the idiot in the
aisle to empty his magazine.

"Police! Drop your weapon and surrender!" she shouted, and added, "ALL OF YOU!"

Maybe a male voice would have had more impact on the morale of her opponents. They
did not even take notice.

"The heli is here. Let's take some of the hostages and go!" a voice was shouting.
"Flatfoot girlie, you will let us pass, otherwise we will shoot the hostages!"
he continued fiercely.

His six accomplices uncovered themselves and each one unlocked a woman from the
shelves for cover.

"Ma'am, what to do?" Ayako asked Deunan.

"Wait for Bri!" was Deunan's immediate reply. "Jean, Ken, Bri: To the supermarket!
Immediately! Chip, Milan: continue your search for the landmate," she ordered the
others. They followed.

"Ayako, your objective is to look out for the suit!" Deunan reminded her, and gave
her the explanation: "The guy in the suit hired those gunmen. He knows traces to
their identities, so they absolutely HAVE TO KILL HIM to get away. Your objective
is to prevent that."

"Understood, Chief!" Ayako acknowledged.

She silently pushed the suit into a corner of the supermarket which she could
defend more easily.

"Bri, I'm at the soft drinks aisle. Back me up here," she informed Briareos.

By the time she had said it, it wasn't really possible for Bri anymore, as the
gunmen were quickly dividing their group throughout the supermarket aisles,
isolating Ayako from her team. In the meantime, Bri and Ken had arrived at the
scene. Jean was running to them.

"Let us pass to the heli and nobody gets hurt," one of the robbers, clearly their
boss, exclaimed.

Bri was about to acknowledge him: "Jean, Ken, we let them pass. Don't do anything
rash."

As if the robbers' boss could have heard what Bri said, they slowly pulled
themselves and their hostages to the supermarket entrance.

The hostages were whining, so Bri tried to appease them: "Don't struggle! They only
want to get away. You won't be hurt if you stay calm!" he shouted.

It hadn't worked out much. It wasn't really true, either. It was clear to Briareos
that they had to kill their employer, and they would try it in any case. Bri checked
if it was possible to back up Ayako without putting a hostage at risk but it seemed
it wasn't.

He recapped Ayako her mission through the radio: "Ayako, remember to look out for
the suit. As soon as possible, I will come or send Ken or Jean to help you, but for
now they are doing a good job of preventing us from that."

This wasn't a good situation, with the youngest team member as the main target. He
had to advise her: "You are on your own, so be careful and don't do anything
heroical. Your own safety comes first!"

"Understood, Sir!" Ayako replied.

She nervously checked her gun and the magazines she was carrying. For about half a
minute, nothing happened. It could had been dead silent if it weren't for the
constant crying of the hostages in the supermarket, let alone the dweeb beside her
who had caused that whole lot of trouble.

"Idiot," she hissed and secured the area.

The situation was developing into a stalemate and the boss of the gunmen got
that quickly. He had to do something. He sneaked up to one of his fellows and
whispered something to him. The guy took his hostage and pulled her to another
aisle. She protested only quietly, as he had his gun at her chin. Seconds later
a lound bang echoed through the supermarket, followed by the wailing scream of a
woman. "She's all right!" the gangster shouted, "but next time, I'll shoot her."
Meanwhile, another one of the hostagetakers backed out into Ayako's direction.
Bri ordered Jean and Ken to follow the guys. When they had arrived, the
hostagetakers had been gone to another aisle already. It was hard to trace them
in that maze. That was the moment when another scream - a children's scream -
yelled at the kid's corner, which was near to Ayako's position.

She couldn't say how it had happened but a second later Ayako found herself
running to the place where the screaming came from. It was a place of atrocity.
In a mass of scattered toys, a guy was sitting at a small table, holding a gun
in his right hand, a roughly eight year old boy in the other arm. A girl of
about the same age was also sitting at the table, tied to it with a handcuff. A
woman was lying over the table, motionless, with blood on her head. The children
were screaming and crying out of sheer horror. The guy had a grin on his face.
"So what you gonna do now, bitch? Move and I shoot the kid," he smirked. But
Ayako hadn't heard his threat, her mind was too focused on the gangster's hand.
In the blink of a second, she was preparing herself to grab his gun. For her it
felt like minutes.

She advanced him quickly. To her luck, instead of shooting the boy, he turned
his gun in panic and was firing it at her, and she obviously must have been hit.
More obviously, she hadn't noticed yet. By the time he wanted to turn his gun
back to the boy, Ayako had already grabbed it with one hand and his throat with
the other. She clutched his throat and dashed him to the wall violently. The boy
fell down to the ground and ran away. Ayako's left hand bruised the hand of the
robber while he was still clenching his gun. He wanted to scream but couldn't,
as her right hand was tightly attached to his throat, choking him with a similar
force as her left did on his hand. To his luck, Briareos arrived only some
seconds later and managed to take Ayako's still cramped hands from his throat
and gun hand. The first moment he could, he coughed. Ayako was still upset. "I
haven't choked you to death only because you have chosen to shoot me instead of
the boy. I certainly had done it if you have had killed the boy." she spat.

Deunan and Lance couldn't believe what they had been hearing and fell silent.
Only Briareos kept his countenance: "Ayako, we need to talk. Later. Hey, you had
been hit." - "He only hit my left leg. I must be lucky he was sitting at such a
low table," was her, now again calm, reply. Bri was relieved she had been
returning to normal again and ordered her to protect the girl now she was hit
herself and couldn't move quickly. He arrested the gangster with a cable strap
and hasted to the soft drinks aisle. There was shooting. Jean was already there
protecting the suit instead of Ayako. He was barely successful, the suit was hit
into his head. It wasn't clear if it was to Jean's and Briareos' relief but the
gunmen had reached their goal. The guy who shot him was heading to the
supermarket exit quickly. "Ken, let them go! They have no more business here,"
Bri shouted. - "Understood," Ken replied briefly, understanding what it meant.

"Milan here, we found the Landmate!" was the next message on the radio, "It's
empty. New orders, please." - "Do not interfere the withdrawal of the hostage
takers," Deunan got collected again, "Bri, status!". - "Two hostages heavily
injured or dead, Ayako injured, we need medics as soon as possible." Briareos
replied. "Understood," was Deunan's reply, "we send them up immediately, but
they are going to leave the station not until the area is secured."

A twisted glee rushed through the remaining gunmen. Soon they would be out of
this scene. "Cliff is missing," one of them noted. "I bet he's dead already,"
their boss acknowledged it, "he was a perverted retard anyway." - "Worked out as
you expected," the gunman the boss sent to kill the suit said, "glad to have you
as our boss." - "Haha, sure the girlie couldn't stand a children's scream! I bet
she had shot Cliff right through his pea-sized brain without any reasoning. One
hopeful young cop less in the game!" he bragged. The hostages they were pulling
with them were shocked and frowned upon the cynicism. "No need to worry," he
said, "we will let you go without any bruised hair. When we're back in the
badside, haha! Maybe it pleases you so much you don't wanna go back.
Hahaha...hahahaha!" They reached the arc's helicopter platform from a side
corridor of the mall and entered the waiting machine. "I hope you picked the
right woman for yourself," he advised his fellows, "you will have them for a
long time now... Hahahaha!". His laugh drowned in the humming turbine sound of
the heli.

Deunan switched the radio to Metro Police: "Gianna, are the medics ready?" -
"Ready and alert, Deunan," was Gianna's answer, "what has happened?" she asked.
"We have two hostages with severe injuries and one officer with light injuries.
One hostagetaker had been arrested, six of them left the building with the
helicopter. They have six female hostages with them. Your turn to trace the
heli!" Deunan replied. - "Understood, we take over! The medics are on their way.
I wish your injured colleague luck!" Gianna dismissed the subdued way she always
did.

In the meantime, Ayako had checked the woman on the table and found the bastard
had hit her badly on her head with his gun. With any luck, she won't die from
that injury. Ayako pulled the woman, who was still unconcious, from the table
and layed her down on her side on the floor. After that, she wanted to break the
handcuffs of the girl to get her away from the gory scene at the kid's corner.
She couldn't, as the girl trembled and began screaming again. Clearly to Ayako
it was because of her recent brutality and especially what her hands had done to
the gangster. His coughing from behind wasn't making it easier.

Ayako unlocked her helmet and took it off to calm her down. The girl was
astonished to find a pretty young woman with long brown hair where there had
been a grim killing machine seconds before. "Hello, I'm Ayako.", she said with
the softest voice she had, "I'm a policewoman. I'm sorry I have scared you," -
That cheered the girl up a bit. When Ayako reached for her hand, the child
trembled again however. The touch of the policewoman was gentle, but her hand
was unnaturally cold. Ayako ripped apart the handcuffs by grasping it with two
fingers of both her hands and slowly pulling it. That was too much for the girl.
She was bursting into tears when the metal detent cracked like it was a toy - it
wasn't. Ayako had a hard time holding the girl soft enough to comfort her and
firm enough not to let her go. After a few seconds the child, despite being at
least eight years old, wrapped her hands around Ayako's neck and clearly
demanded to be lifted. "I wanna go to my mommy," she whined. At least the woman
on the table wasn't her mother, Ayako thought, then wrapped the bottom of the
girl with her left arm and stood up. Balancing was hard because of the shot to
her left leg. A reddish liquid had leaked through the armor of the leg, but
neither she nor the girl gave a damn about it. Slowly they shambled to the exit.

The medics raced by them into the opposite direction. Ken and Jean had started
cutting the straps of the other hostages, while Bri monitored how the medics
were doing on the suit. Jean had found the mother of the girl. "Baby!" she
cried for joy. Ayako dropped the girl off into the hands of her mother. "There
was a boy along with her at the kid's corner. Do you know him?" - The woman
needed a moment to collect herself: "A friend's son, I have babysitted him," she
said. - "Sure you did," Ayako thought huffishly, "babysitting while shopping.
How convenient." - A message from Chip came over the radio: "We have a little
boy gazing at us like we were jumped out of an action movie. Kid's never change,
don't they?" he joked. "I'll send his babysitter to you to pick him up. Where
are you?", Ayako replied. "At the other end of the mall. But no need to hurry, I
don't think he's going anywhere now," Chip answered. - "Your fosterling is at
the other end of the mall, examining our troops. It's the big exos, err
robot-like-creatures, there.", Ayako explained to the woman with a wink. She
nodded, took the girl and dashed off.

Ayako waved at her colleagues. "I'm sorry I can't help you with the hostages,"
she said and pointed to her leg, "but I think I have to have this repaired." Ken
was worried about her injury but Jean dispelled his doubts: "As long she's
joking around, she'll all right." - "Go get your wounds licked," Briareos
dismissed her. If he could make a smile, he sure had done. Ayako pulled herself
to the station - "And don't worry about the evaluation!", Bri called after her -
"Oh, maybe now she does. Drat!" he thought to himself.

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==Along the story==
<div style="float: left;">[[戦闘機械綾子 - Battlemachine Ayako|Story preface/chapter overview]]</div>
<div style="float: right;">[[戦闘機械綾子 - Battlemachine Ayako/Things To Remember|Chapter 2 - Things to remember]]</div>
<div style="margin-left: 40em; margin-right: 40em;">[[Stories|Back to the story archive]]</div>

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User talk:Rdaneel

2014-03-05T08:18:38Z

Rdaneel: /* Welcome */

==Welcome==
Hi Rdaneel, nice to see you working on the FYOP stories. ;) [[User:Robotman|Robotman]] 08:44, 17 February 2014 (PST)
:Thank you! Yeah, I am planning to add a little to the thread and was rereading what had come before. Before I knew it, I was tweaking a few things here and there. I hope I didn't get too carried away. ^^;; [[User:Rdaneel|Rdaneel]] 14:17, 17 February 2014 (CST)

Wow! Thank you for writing to me; it means a lot. I'm very glad that you enjoyed my stories! I'm not sure why you are congratulating me though? If you have any thoughts or questions, I'm always happy to reply.
Be well, Keizo
:Thanks for replying. =) The way I see it, if you manage to write something good and then share it with the world, that is always a reason for commendation. =) [[User:Rdaneel|Rdaneel]] 04:55, 25 February 2014 (CST)

Hello too, i was just passing by :3 what is the reference for your name anyway?, i don't know, and this might be the only occasion to ask
[[User:Battery|Battery]]
:Hello there! Well, as the good Doctor Asimov used to say in the voice of his character: "My name is R. Daneel Olivaw. The R stands for robot." He is the main artificial character in Isaac Asimov's 'The Caves of Steel' and most of his following robot stories. Needless to say, he is one of my favorite characters of all time. ;) [[User:Rdaneel|Rdaneel]] 04:55, 25 February 2014 (CST)

Hello again. I'm sorry it took a bit for me to reply. I don't have a computer at home at the moment, so I have to use my work computer. I replied to your questions at my discussion section. I hope you aren't too disappointed. I really did like your ideas! [[User:Keizo|Keizo]]
:Don't worry, Keizo. Thanks for replying! I commented a little on your wall and I'm glad you liked my ideas even if no story comes from them. =) [[User:Rdaneel|Rdaneel]] 23:03, 4 March 2014 (CST)

*You could always make an alternate version of keizo stories to give them the conclusion you wanted...he he [[User:Battery|Battery]] 21:46, 4 March 2014 (PST)
:HA, HA! Sneaky, Battery, very sneaky. ;) LOL! Now, seriously, if Keizo approved, and if the gynoid muse suddenly flashed me with a burst of inspiration, I would certainly try my hand at it. And I would try my hardest to follow Keizo's tone, which wouldn't be easy. ^^;; It would have to wait, though, for me to finish the thread I'm writing on the Planet of the Gynoids FYOP section and some editing stuff I'm doing first. (Although, if the muse really flashed me, then I would be compelled to write regardless of what I were doing, right?) =P [[User:Rdaneel|Rdaneel]] 02:18, 5 March 2014 (CST)

User talk:Rdaneel

2014-03-05T05:04:32Z

Rdaneel: Added some spaces.

User talk:Rdaneel

2014-03-05T05:03:15Z

Rdaneel: /* Welcome */

User talk:Keizo

2014-03-05T04:58:58Z

Rdaneel: /* Stories */

==Gallery==
Zoy dude. I went ahead and created a [[Keizo's manips|gallery]] for your "Hell's Canary" manip. [[User:Robotman|Robotman]] 22:14, 27 February 2008 (PST)

== Stories ==

I love all the stories you have written and stored here at the Story Archive. I have thoroughly enjoyed your different depictions of gynoids, be it physically or personality wise, and I have found the philosophy of an A.I. soul as you depicted it in "The Enemy of My Enemy?" quite intriguing. Thanks for the stories and congratulations! =) [[User:Rdaneel|Rdaneel]] 05:03, 21 February 2014 (CST)

:Thanks for writing on my wall, Keizo! I wasn't sure where to write my questions, so I decided to post them here. Mainly I am curious to know if you are going to continue writing on your "The Enemy of My Enemy?" universe. Are you done with part three or are you planning to flesh it out some more? This I'm asking because of the 'unfinished' note it has on the title, although I consider it is pretty good as it is.

:I have another question that is more of a request: Do you have any plans on continuing "Hell's Canary"? I was imagining it would be pretty fun if Morris finds a way to pass his Natalia 'bot as a human and makes her help him in his cases. As long as the technology is kept secret, nobody would be the wiser and he could have some fun adventures in a kind of 'partner' series of some sorts. How much intelligence Natalia develops would be up to you, of course. This is just a suggestion, naturally. I only thought a cop/spy story would be fun with a lovely Terminator of sorts as a partner. ;)

:Anyway, thanks a lot for the fun read so far. Oh, and in case you haven't checked the answer at my wall, about my congratulations: the way I see it, if you manage to write something good and then share it with the world, that is always a reason for commendation. =) [[User:Rdaneel|Rdaneel]] 05:22, 25 February 2014 (CST)

Hi, R. Daneel. To answer your questions, it may sadly be a no. Enemy was written well over 10 years ago and it was just something I was working through to get a lot of thoughts off my chest about my own issues with this fetish/lifestyle. I started writing part 3 as a follow-up where it was the humans that started enhancing themselves in sort of a singularity-type scenario. I had only gotten as far as chapter 2 and the beginning of chapter 3 before I fell on hard times and my computer was stolen along with other things when my home was burglarized. I just became too busy after that since I had started a new job and was in the process of moving so it was never completed. I actually was hesitant to share it here since it was more of a personal thing and got a little cheesy in some parts!

:Too bad to read all that happened afterwards, but hey, I loved what you managed to share here and it doesn't feel that it ends abruptly, so that's okay at least. I'm just glad that all those thoughts and wonderful ideas managed to settle on a coherent plot in your head and found their way here. And cheesy is quite fine! At least in this case I didn't find it bothersome and some parts had good heart behind them so I really didn't mind. [[User:Rdaneel|Rdaneel]] 22:58, 4 March 2014 (CST)

Both Hell's Canary and Are You Serious? were written as a favor for a friend of mine who lives in England. The challenge was to write a story within a week that had at least three women he would like to have as fembots. I had never even heard of Natalia Estrada until he picked her as one of the characters! As you may have now guessed this was also before Linsay Lohan became the hot mess she is today and why I attempted to write that story from a more English point of view (and why one of the characters in Hell's Canary was English). He liked the stories so much that he asked me to share them here and I'm glad you that and others have enjoyed them as well :)

:I sure did. At least I'm glad that the circumstances allowed you to write those fun short pieces. They were quite enjoyable and you still have my vote in case you are inclined to write some more in the future. Whatever happens next, I thank you for what you shared with us until now and wish you the best of luck with your future projects. [[User:Rdaneel|Rdaneel]] 22:58, 4 March 2014 (CST)

戦闘機械綾子 - Battlemachine Ayako/First Encounter of another Kind

2014-03-03T08:04:19Z

Rdaneel: Corrections at Dark's request. Almost done with the chapter.

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==1 First Encounter of another Kind==
Night had fallen over Olympus. The outside observer would surely admit the city
was a beautiful, endless sea of lights, like it was each night. And like each
night, somewhere the blue lights of police were flashing and the howl of police
sirens could be heard. Olympus in general was a safe place to live and most of
these police operations were for traffic accidents and small burglaries.

A sparkling pool of blue lights stood out from the yellowish-white lighting of
one of the three monumental arcologies which formed the city centre. For sure it
had been one of those uncommon days when something awful was happening. The blue
lights had been blinking for hours now and yet there wasn't any progress. It
wasn't a fire, everything was calm.

On ground level, everything was under control. Metro police managed to keep the
police gathering place right in front of the arc clear of rubbernecks. There
were still persons coming down from the top levels of the tall überbuilding
using the normal commuter trains running inside of it. It had to be a Sisyphean
task to evacuate all these tens of thousands of people, even if it was only from
the upper stories. It sure was necessary.

At the gathering place, policemen —and women— in armored exoskeletons prepared
themselves for their upcoming fight.

"Chip, move the left arm," a policeman who looked like service personnel asked
another one standing in a big, puppetlike machine.

Cornelius complied and his exos copied the movement. "It seems it works again.
Thanks, Tom," he answered, then he lit up a cigarette.

"There, I fixed it!" Thomas cheered and then checked whether his other colleagues
had any problems with their armor.

Kenneth hadn't any. His small exoskeleton was more like functional clothing, which
was in great contrast to the super-robot Cornelius was 'wearing'. "No problems
here, thanks," he shouted, so Thomas went by him waving silently.

A few meters away Milan was flexing his exos, a similar one as that of Chip.
Thomas could easily see from its moves all its hydraulics were working perfectly
so he left him alone too. Milan wasn't a chatterbox anyway.

A cold metal hand grabbed Thomas on his mouth and a likewise armored arm
wrapped around his chest from behind. "Shhh, don't move or you're dead," a
voice hissed. As if Thomas could move or even say something if he wanted to; it
was too tight! To his relief he knew the person those arms belonged to, and the
stupid guy was loosening his grip a moment later. "Hey, just practising!"
he laughed.

"Not on me again," Thomas mumbled. "I get a chill everytime you do that."

"At least that means it never gets old on you." Jean, that was the name
of the fellow, smirked at him.

"If you have time to make bad jokes like that, I guess nothing is wrong with your
armor?" Thomas inquired.

"No. Everything ok," was Jean's short reply. Thomas waved and took his chance to get
away from the clown.

Thomas ended his prep tour at a group of three colleagues. The guy was more than
two meters tall and bulky. He wasn't wearing an exos though he looked like he
was. Instead, he was an exos built into a human, or vice-versa if you like —a
cyborg. A blonde woman in her forties did a high swing kick on him, which he
dodged easily. "That's how you have to do it!" she was yelling. "Briareos, don't
go easy on her. She needs all the practice she can get!" the blonde commanded and
dashed off to a nearby truck.

"Yes, Ma'am," he answered laconically, while his lady-boss was already too far
away to hear him.

'She' was a woman who basically practised as a backdrop the moment before. She
seemed to be daunted from the demonstration and, despite being clad in an
intimidating full-body armor herself, somehow she managed to look vulnerable,
like a damsel in distress.

Thomas was approaching the two, first asking Briareos if he had anything to
repair on his body. Bri denied it with "Had no chance to get it damaged yet,"
so Tom turned around to the woman.

"Ayako, any problems?"

"I... I don't know," a soft, unassured voice answered him. It was heavily
muffled by the full-face helmet she was wearing. "I haven't tried out all the
functions yet."

"First, you should try the outside speaker. I can barely understand what you
say," Tom suggested.

For a short while, nothing happened. More exactly, it looked like nothing was
happening but both Tom and Bri knew Ayako was desperately browsing through the
menu options presented on the augmented reality display built into the helmet
front.

"Well?" Thomas asked, prepared to give her a clue, but a blink later the lower
front shutter of the helmet opened slowly.

Delicate, peach-colored cheeks appeared in the midst of the black shaded
plexiglass of the helmet. The tender lips of a young woman immediately followed.

"I... I'm sorry," she wispered. "I haven't found the speaker option yet. The
cursor is a little jumpy. It's hard to catch it at the correct position."

"It's an eye tracking cursor. It's your eyes which are moving jumpily," Thomas
explained. "You are just too nervous, calm down." He wondered a little how she
had opened the shutter instead. "Opening the shutter was easier? If I remember
correctly, it's at nearly the same menu level," he asked.

"I'm feeling a little hemmed in here when the helmet is closed so I've made a
shortcut for opening it. Blinking left, right, right, both," Ayako admitted.

"That's great, I don't remember showing you how to do that! So you have been
playing around yourself already?" Tom queried her further.

"Yeah, but too little, I guess," Ayako answered with a mixture of bragging and
shyness. "The training hasn't focused on the new helmet's functions."

Thomas had to excuse himself, "My fault, sorry. I was so engaged putting useful
functions into the thing, I've missed the deadline for the documentation. But I
think I can just let you play around a little more and everything should be
fine, no?" Thomas concluded, teasing a smile out of her.

"Enough lovey-dovey, you two," Briareos reminded them of the priorities. "We are
preparing for a mission, remember?"

"Yes, Sir!" both prompted in unison.

"No chance to make me grin!" Bri bantered back, pointing at his jawless cyborg
face.

"Well, then you should try what our bosslady told you to do," Thomas
proposed to Ayako. She gave him a last smile before the shutter closed and
covered her whole head in black armor again.

Insecurely, she attempted to do the same high swing kick she saw a minute
before. She only managed to do a straight kick before Briareos could get a grip
on her foot and kept hold of it.

"So, what are ya gonna do now, bitch?" he asked with a provocative tone while
he twisted her foot slowly. Ayako squeaked as the angle was soon too much for
her ankles. Bri let her foot go and she tautly and silenty stood before him.
It was an unsuccessful attempt to look stalwart.

"This way it won't work," Bri mumbled. Then he shouted, "So let's try it the
other way!" while trying to grab Ayako with his big hands. More instinctively
than deliberately, she stotted back and managed to escape his attack. Briareos
pursued her immediately but, at that moment, Ayako had already changed her
attitude to 'Attack'! She whirled around and smashed his head with a full blow
of her leg. Bri fell on his bottom.

"Ah, Tom, now you have to do some repairs," he moaned.

"I... I'm sorry," Ayako apologized and knelt down next to Bri.

He wasn't peeved. Actually, he seemed less concerned than a moment before. "Girl,
if I hadn't been a cyborg, that kick would have finished me. Really, really,
really finished me off. Be careful of what you do hit with your legs. Those are
DEADLY weapons," he explained.

Tom found Bri's neck to be damaged and asked him to turn his head around. "Are
all axes moveable?"

"It seems tilting sideways is broken," was Briareos' reply. "It's not a big problem.
We can repair it after the job is done."

Thomas insisted to repair his neck before they went on their mission, but Bri
refused. "If I get into trouble, I'm going to ask Ms. Hammerblow here for a
daring rescue," he laughed.

Thomas was pretty sure Ayako had been blushing heavily under her helmet. He had
to bite his tongue so not to discourage her again. About the blush, he was going
to find out soon anyway.

"Your turn, Ayako. Anything broken on the test?" Tom turned to her.

"No diagnostic reports, no," was her short, technical reply —this time through
the speaker, he noticed.

"See, it's all a matter of being self-assured. What do you feel? Do you think you
can handle it?" He was rubbing it in.

Ayako reached for her helmet and pressed its lock buttons at her jaw. The helmet
made a tiny jump and Ayako stripped the whole thing off of her head.

The cheeks and lips hadn't lied. The helmet protected the most precious part of
a young woman. While her long brown hair dropped smoothly onto her back, her
eyes were not that smooth. Fierce, that was the correct term. But with her
cheeks still red as tomatoes, she looked very funny. Tom couldn't help but grin.
A moment later, all hell broke loose.

"What do you mean? Whether I'm able to do my job? I may be younger than you, but
I'm a confident and skilled policewoman. I can...," she hissed.

She got the wrong idea, so Thomas interrupted her. "No! I meant, your body!"

— Silence —

Ayako blushed even more so Thomas had a hard time not to grin again. Bri clearly
was in advantage here by having no facial expression at all. Still he silenty
stood up and left the two alone.

"Ok, I won't push you any further," Thomas broke the silence. "You said there
were no diagnostic messages so I take this as a 'combat-ready.'" He was drawing
a checkmark into the air.

Ayako parted her hair and put her helmet back on. It locked over her head with
an audible click. "Yes, Battlemachine Ayako ready for use." she said and stood up.
Thomas was a little puzzled. Had she been snickering? Was it the same woman he
had seen ten minutes ago?
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This is a good moment to show you a picture of Ayako,
taken on ... Hmm, I won't spoil it to you yet. Here it is:
Sexy, huh? What, NO? Thights too bulky? Breasts not perky
enough, you say? Aww, and I thought you had a serious
fetish for machines, let alone women that are machines.
Phew! Wait, you do? Really? Then I have good tidings
for you. There is more to come: 26 Chapters, where we
explore the features of Ayako, both of her mind and body.
And mine too. Aww, yeah, explore my features, I like
that...
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Oh, and here's Dark again. Seems he's
a little jealous right now. Cute little
robot, are you eager to explore my features?
Hmm, the earlier I continue the chapter, the
earlier I can cuddle with you. XOXO!
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In the meantime, the blonde had setup her working place in the loading space of
the truck. Twelve big computer screens filled the side wall of it. Half of them
showed videos from the helmet cameras of her colleagues outside. The others had
two different floor plans of the arcology and various status info on them. The
blonde was adjusting her headset and did a sound check.

"Test: Alpha, Bravo, Charlie, Delta," she said into her mic, "everyone there?"

"Ken ok," Ken answered.

Jean followed him with a "Jean ok." Then Chip, Ayako, and Milan followed. Bri
made it complete.

"Tom, is all the other setup done?" she asked through the radio.

Thomas answered from the truck's door, "Yes, Ma'am. All checks had been
successful. Bri had a small damage, but..."

She interrupted him, concerned, "What's up with him?"

"Nothing, he says it's ok. We can check it after the job," Thomas replied.

"Ok, then let's bring home the bacon." She got collected again.

Thomas was reaching for the second seat as another person stood at the door. It
was an elderly man with a grey full beard. He tapped his glasses, then greeted.

"Deunan!" he said.

The blonde turned around and surprisedly greeted back, "Chief! It... it has been
six years!"

"Don't call me 'Chief,' Deunan. You are the ESWAT chief now," the greybeard answered.

Deunan was a little fussy. "Ok, chie... Lance. Thomas, this is Mayor Lance, former
chief of ESWAT. Lance, this is Thomas Boyd, exos service tech."

"How Do You Do?" Thomas asked Lance, as he had noticed his British accent.

"How Do You Do?" Lance replied while they shook hands.

"Well, it is nice to have this small reunion, but at the moment we have a little
crisis situation out there, so..." Deunan excused herself girlishly.

"Which is exactly the reason I'm here," Lance cut her short.

"Err, what?" Deunan wondered.

The mayor continued, "You know I retired from ESWAT in order to join the centre for
international police cooperation?"

"Yes, you talked about it when you left us," Deunan answered.

"Well, that's why I'm here. Olympus city council is concerned Olympus has fallen
back from the state-of-the-art in armed police equipment and modern tactics," Lance
told her.

"Awrr, damned politicians," Deunan snarled. "So they sent you to check on us?
Haven't they read my memos? It's all written down there! We are heavily
underfunded. I only have six armed police officers left and one tech."

Lance quietly responded to her, "Olympus has become much safer during the last
twenty years," he said, "so they question the existence of ESWAT at all."

Deunan was lost for words, so Lance took the chance to explain further, "It's
planned to liquidate ESWAT and use the money to buy weapon platforms."

Deunan became a snickerpuss, "Again that ridiculous idea? It was a disaster
twenty years ago. Don't they ever learn?"

Lance seconded her, "I know. I don't like the idea either. However, they have
appointed me to act as a third-party expert though I was the ESWAT chief not too
long ago. If I had to bet, I would say somebody in the council is on our side."

Deunan was relieved when Lance said they should "just do the job and I will do
the paperwork."

Briareos showed up at the truck door. "Deunan, we'll have to talk about our
fledgling." Then he noticed Lance. "Lance! Long time no see, err, how do you
do?" Lance gave his hand to Bri and returned the greeting.

"Bri, Lance is here to write a performance report about us," Deunan informed him.

"Oh, it seems all your memos have had an impact," Bri replied.

"Yeah, whatever," was Deunan's circumventive answer.

"So, what about the fledgling?" Lance asked.

"Ayako Ontemba, Sir," Bri reported, while Deunan made a cutthroat gesture from
behind. Bri got the meaning and continued, "It's too complicated to explain now,
gotta go. See you later, Lance," then dashed off.

Tom hadn't said a word until then. He wanted to, but then guessed it was wiser to
keep silent by the way Bri was fleeing.

"You don't have to be concerned. I'm pretty sure she will learn everything she
needs to know from you," Lance said while turning to Deunan. "That's the reason
why I proposed you as my successor. You weren't the best fighter or policeman in
the team, but you had the attitude to always learn something new and always
pass it further to younger teammates. That's what a good instructor must always
do. And to be a good instructor is the main job of the chief."

Deunan blushed a little, then turned around to her screens. "We should start now.
No time left to kill. Please take the other seat, Lance, so you have a good view on
what's going on," Deunan commanded, and Lance followed. 'He primed himself well,
I'm glad we have done it too,' she thought.

As Lance had taken Thomas' seat, Tom had to lean back to the other side wall of
the truck. Thinking this would get uncomfortable soon, he left the truck. "See ya
later," he waved.

Meanwhile, the SWAT team had entered a wagon of an empty commuter train heading
up the arc. Briareos was the last one arriving. "Hey, squad leader, detained
yourself into the restrooms?" Jean sneered at him. Bri knew Jean was only making
a bad joke, so he ignored him. Instead, he brought the topic back to the job.
"We are being evaluated on this mission. That means 'stick to the rules', no
fooling around, no shots to the head or other gory businesses and most
importantly, DO NOT LOSE ANY HOSTAGE!" he keenly advised his subordinates. -
Ayako broke the following silence: "Understood, Sir," the others followed her
example. Briareos started a briefing: "Ok, let's recapitulate. The hostage
takers are robbers, not terrorists. So we don't have to expect them being eager
to die. There was no shooting, so most probably they even don't want to hurt
someone if not unavoidable. Nevertheless, they threatened to blow up the
building if their departure is hindered. They demanded a heli, which should now
be on it's way already. Our enemies robbed a jeweller in 183rd floor. Our
colleagues from metro police managed to isolate them there by locking the fire
doors and elevators. The robbers kept very silent up there, waiting for their
heli. There are some other stores in the area and we don't know how many enemies
or hostages we have to expect, nor their arms and the condition of the hostages.
From what people who managed to flee had seen, they at least have one exos up
there, most probably a landmate they only brought to break through the safety
glasses at the jeweller. That's the situation. Understood?" - The other team
members acknowledged. Briareos gave a last instruction: "Our objective is to
SAVE ALL THE HOSTAGES. Not arresting any robbers. If they manage to flee, they
are lucky bastards. Understood?" - A further acknowledge from his whole SWAT
team could be heard.

A short time later, the train arrived at the mall station in 183rd floor. "Ok,
go!" Bri shouted. The SWAT team got off the train and parted into three groups,
as the station had three exits. Chip and Jean took the west exit, where Chip
easily broke through the locked fire door with his exos. Milan and Bri took the
central exit to be ready to boost up both other teams if neccessary. Kenneth and
Ayako headed to the east exit. Ken tried to break the lock of the door, but he
had serious problems to do it with his lightweight exoskeleton. After pushing
against it four times he gave up. "Seems we're stuck here. We need help from
the others." he said, and were up to reach for Milan and Bri as long as they
were near. Ayako grabbed for his shoulder to stop him. The tight, sudden grip
made him fell to the floor immediately. Sitting on his bottom, he could see how
she was flexing, then how she did a straight kick against the door. With a
scrunching sound, the metal sheet of the door bent heavily inwards and, quite
more impressive, the lock and even the pivots blasted. Ken was puzzled how she
did this. A secret karate technique? But moreover, he met Ayako with disbelief
when that average sized woman pushed away the large steel door, which must at
least have a weight of 1500 kilograms; without the help of the pivots and more
importantly, without his help, too. "If you haven't noticed yet, I'm escorting
YOU while doing the lumberjack work, and you are tiptoeing, not the other way
around," she told her still unbelieving colleague. "Ayako, how can it be your
exos is so far more powerful than mine? It doesn't look bulky enough to have
this much power," Kenneth questioned her. "It's not an exos," she replied, which
led Ken into utter confusion. "Hey, we can talk about it later," Ayako tried to
bring up the mission again, "we have some hostages to save." Kenneth nodded and
they slowly went into the battlefield.

Deunan and Lance had watched the videos from the helmet cams on their screens.
Then Thomas stood in the doorframe: "We finally have the surveillance cams of
the arc on our screens. There are about 50 cams in the mall, they are on
channels 20 and up now." - "Great, Tom, you're a technical wizard," Deunan
acknowledged him and put those cams on four of the screens. "A technical
'firefighter'. Matches the team perfectly," Lance commented. The arc's cams got
useful very quickly. Deunan scanned through them and identified a lot of
hostages on the screens. "So, there are about ten. What is this place? Ah, the
cafe at the centre of the mall. Seems they are strapped to some railings. Why do
they wear shopping bags on their heads? " Lance browsed through the screens,
too: "There are about twenty more, this has to be the supermarket at the east
end. Yes, it is.", he said. Deunan got worried: "I can't find any more hostages
on the cams. No more hostages? Can't be. They bragged they had about seventy!" -
"The toilets," Lance said calmly, "there aren't any cams." - "You are right,"
Deunan seconded him, "but forty hostages in the toilets alone? No way. There
must be another place without a cam." - "Maybe it's a bluff?" Lance suggested.
"Could be. I'm not sure...," Deunan shrugged, then she had the right idea:
"There is a butcher in that shopping mall. The cold storage room!" - "If that's
true, we have to rescue these hostages as quick as possible, or they'll die from
cold," Lance recommended. "I can't see any of the robbers patrolling, they have
to hide inbetween their victims. Clever bastards, they parted the hostage groups
as well as their own group," Deunan noted, "we'll have to flush them. The
helicopter?" - "Obviously," Lance agreed.

Deunan switched her mic on: "SWAT, listen: there are hostages in the cafe and
the toilets at the centre of the mall, at the supermarket on the east end and
we'll think in the cold storage room at the butcher on the west. The other
places seem to be clear. The robbers hide between their hostages, so be careful.
We'll flush them by announcing the heli is coming. Chip, Jean: head for the
butcher and rescue the hostages from the cold storage." - "Understood." was
Chip's reply. Where to put the others? "Milan, look out for the landmate. I
couldn't see it on any of the cams but it must be there! Maybe they just
tampered a cam behind a corner where it is hidden." Deunan commanded. Milan
replied a short "Understood" and searched the place. "Bri, check the cafe, the
hostages there have shopping bags over their heads. Maybe the robbers had placed
the explosives in the cafe and they should not notice where.", Deunan concluded.
"Ken, you go searching the toilets, Ayako, you go to the supermarket." were her
next instructions. The three replied. It was a really odd situation. The felons
knew the police was there and did not frown on them.

Chip and Jean reached the butcher's shop quickly. The place was deserted like
the rest of the mall. It was too narrow for Chip's big exos to go inside so Jean
searched the place alone. He found the lever of the cold storage room door tied
to a nearby steelframe shelf with a weighty chain. Breaking such chains was
actually intended to be Chip's work, but as Chip couldn't come here, Jean
shortly thought about it, then pushed the shelf to the door with all the power
of his small exoskeleton. The chain got loose and he could open the door. On
first view, more than two dozen persons had been jittering inside. "Police,
come out!" he shouted, but nobody moved. They had been too shocked by Jean's
looks. He opened the visor of his helmet and repeated his demand. Seeing there
was a young man in the armor, the people on the front built faith in him and
quickly moved outside, only to find Chip in his big exos waiting outside. He
thought they maybe would chicken out because of his big machine, but none of the
hostages did. Big, bulky exos were an everyday's business. In fact, some of the
hostages may even drive one at work, most probably a landmate. "Anyone injured?"
he asked, while Jean was searching trough the cold storage whether there was any
hostage left who may had passed out. There wasn't. "Butcher's clear, Ma'am. No
enemy found. We bring down the hostages," Jean spoke to Deunan. "Understood, get
them into the station quickly. Don't forget to check for weapons before. Some of
these hostages in fact could be the robbers! Chip, you're going to backup Milan.
If there is really a big landmate somewhere, he could need help," Deunan
replied. Both did as commanded.

Meanwhile, Ken was examining the restrooms. He found a hostage in any cabin,
strapped to the piping. Like with Jean, shouting "Police, I'm here to save
you," had been unsuccessful. He also had to lift the visor of his helmet before
people trusted him. Freeing the hostages however was a nuisance, as his exos
still was too bulky to fit into the same cabin as the hostage. It was easier to
break the piping than the cable straps, so the toilets soon after had become a
wet mess, like the hostages and Kenneth himself.

Deunan switched the radio channels to talk to metro police: "Gianna, what's up
with the heli?" It took a moment until the police sergant answered: "If it's
coming, we'll hear it! I don't know what have taken them so long." A short
moment later, the rattle was audible on the radio. "Talk of the devil, ...
Gianna over!" - "Hm, should we tell to the robbers? I don't think they'll
overhear it," Deunan thought aloud, speaking on the SWAT channel again. "SWAT,
listen: the heli is coming. Soon the robbers will uncover themselves." Deunan
was right. She could see a hostage in the cafe freeing himself from the strap
with a side cutter, then taking the bag from his head. "Shit, their disguise in
intriguing. That guy really looks like a white-bread businessman in a suit,"
Deunan railed. She noticed something odd was going on. "What does he do now? He
looks around? What does he look for?" she wondered. Then the guy sneaked out of
the cafe and through the main corridor, hiding behind plants and boothes. "Bri,
there is one of the felons in the corridor heading towards the supermarket. Is
he going to cross your way?", Deunan asked. "Don't think so." was his short
reply. "Ok. Ayako, a hostage taker is coming your direction. It's a man in a
business suit. Let him pass, I'd like to know what he is looking for." -
"Understood," was Ayako's reply.

The robbers sure had noticed something fishy was going on. Did they have
expected it? None of them raised a brow when the fire doors on the station had
been crashing. "This guy isn't really a pro." Lance commented, "but I still
don't get how they expect to escape with their booty. They'll have to uncover to
reach the helicopter and now we're there, we could catch them all. Why are they
that confident? The explosives?" It has to be a trick. Then he had the right
idea: "What if..." - "Yeah?" Deunan asked. "What if the helicopter is the
trick?" Lance explained. "You mean..." Deunan got it, too. "Yes." - "Shit, that
means we may already have some of the felons inbetween the freed hostages,"
Deunan sweared. "Metro Police, Gianna!" she switched the channels - "Gianna
here." - "Gianna, some of the robbers may have disguised themselves as hostages.
It's part of their plan." - "Ok, we'll take personal data from anybody coming
down here," was Gianna's calm reply. "Thanks, Deunan over," Deunan dismissed
and switched back to the SWAT channel.

Ayako managed to avoid the man in the suit while he was sneaking through the
wide corridor. It wasn't easy, as the man secured nearly each of his steps by
looking around. He sure had wanted to avoid any contact with the police but that
couldn't be the reason he was that alert. She followed him into the supermarket
where he was suddenly shouting "Rose? - Ro-oose?" He clearly looked for an
accomplice. He shouted again. What was up with him? Ayako asked Deunan what to
do. "Chief, I'm at the supermarket, the guy is shouting for someone, your
orders?" - Deunan switched all the cam screens to the supermarket and answered,
"Don't move! His accomplices surely are going to uncover themselves in a moment.
Bri, Ken, how is it going on at your places? Ayako will need your help at the
supermarket soon." - "Still unchaining hostages, Ma'am," was Kenneth' reply. Bri
had better news: "Haven't found any explosives here, Deunan," he was reporting,
"the hostages are ready to go, too." - "Bri, they'll find the station by
themselves. Go help Ayako in the supermarket!" Deunan ordered him. "Understood",
he replied.

"How many felons we have to expect up there?" Lance asked. "We don't know the
exact number," Deunan shrugged, "from what witnesses of the raid said, it must
have been between six and ten. I'd say they're a group of ten, otherwise they
wouldn't have used cable straps to tie most of the hostages. It is too
time-consuming, we have seen it when Bri had been freeing them. I would bet they
have used the cold storage room only because they hadn't enough straps." -
"So there are up to ten armed robbers in the supermarket now," Lance concluded,
"do you think Briareos and Ayako can handle so many opponents?" Deunan threw
back her head and sunk into her chair. She was really concerned for a moment.
"The main thing is, what will they do? I mean, their plan is to sneak out by
playing a hostage. That's why they put the bags on the real hostages' heads in
the cafe. They haven't wanted them to know who bound them when they mixed into
them... Wait. But why in the cafe only? Wait! WAIT!" Deunan thought aloud,
"These are TWO independent plans to escape!" - Silence - Lance raised a brow.
"AYAKO, SHELTER THE SUIT!" she shouted into her mic. - "Ma'am?" Ayako checked
back. "SHELTER THE GUY WITH THE SUIT IMMEDIATELY!" Deunan repeated twitchyly.

It wasn't a second too late when Ayako had been sprinting to the suit and
crushed him down to the floor. The bangs of some flying bullets were snapping in
their ears. They haven't hit them but the man wasn't exactly relieved about
that. While Ayako was quickly pulling him behind a shelf, more bullets came. "If
you don't plan to die, don't move from here!" Ayako commanded him. He was
whining, still outraged from what happened seconds ago. In strong contrast,
Ayako was calmly racking her handgun and waiting for the idiot in the aisle to
empty his magazine. "Police, drop your weapon and give up!", she shouted, and
added, "ALL OF YOU!". Maybe a male voice would have had more impact on the
morale of her opponents. They did not even took notice. "The heli is there,
let's take some of the hostages and go!" a voice was shouting. "Flatfoot girlie,
you will let us pass; otherwise we shoot the hostages!" he continued fiercely.
His six accomplices uncovered themselves and each one unlocked a woman from the
shelves for cover. "Ma'am, what to do?" Ayako asked Deunan. "Wait for Bri!" was
Deunan's immediate reply. "Jean, Ken, Bri: To the supermarket! Immediately!
Chip, Milan: continue your search for the landmate." she ordered the others.
They followed.

"Ayako, your objective is to shelter the suit!" Deunan reminded her, and gave
her the explanation: "The guy in the suit had hired those gunmen. He knows
traces to their identities, so they absolutely HAVE TO KILL HIM to get away.
Your objective is to prevent that." - "Understood, Chief!" Ayako acknowledged.
She silently pushed the suit into a corner of the supermarket which she could
defend more easily. "Bri, I'm at the soft drinks aisle, backup me there." she
informed Briareos. By the time she had said it, it wasn't really possible for
Bri anymore, as the gunmen were quickly dividing their group throughout the
supermarket aisles, isolating Ayako from her team. In the meantime, Bri and Ken
had arrived at the scene, Jean was running to them. "Let us pass to the heli and
nobody gets hurt," one of the robbers, clearly their boss, exclaimed. Bri was
about to acknowledge him: "Jean, Ken, we let them pass. Don't do anything rash."
As if the robber's boss could have heared what Bri said, they slowly pulled
themselves and their hostages to the supermarket entrance. The hostages were
whining, so Bri tried to appease them: "Don't struggle! They only want to get
away. You won't be hurt if you stay calm!" he shouted. It hadn't worked out
much. It wasn't really true, either. It was clear to Briareos they had to kill
their employer, and they would try it in any case. Bri checked if it was
possible to backup Ayako without putting a hostage at risk but it seemed it
wasn't. He recapped Ayako her mission through the radio: "Ayako, remember to
shelter the suit. As soon as possible, I will come or send Ken or Jean to help
you, but for now they do a good job to prevent that." This wasn't a good
situation, with the youngest team member as the main target. He had to advise
her: "You are on your own, so be careful and don't do anything heroical. Your
own safety first!" - "Understood, Sir!" Ayako replied. She nervously checked her
gun and the magazines she was carrying. - For about half a minute, nothing
happened. It could had been death silent if there wasn't the constant crying of
the hostages in the supermarket, let alone the dweeb beside her who had caused
that whole lot of trouble. "Idiot", she hissed and secured the area.

The situation was developing into a stalemate and the boss of the gunmen got
that quickly. He had to do something. He sneaked up to one of his fellows and
whispered something to him. The guy took his hostage and pulled her to another
aisle. She protested only quietly, as he had his gun at her chin. Seconds later
a lound bang echoed through the supermarket, followed by the wailing scream of a
woman. "She's all right!" the gangster shouted, "but next time, I'll shoot her."
Meanwhile, another one of the hostagetakers backed out into Ayako's direction.
Bri ordered Jean and Ken to follow the guys. When they had arrived, the
hostagetakers had been gone to another aisle already. It was hard to trace them
in that maze. That was the moment when another scream - a children's scream -
yelled at the kid's corner, which was near to Ayako's position.

She couldn't say how it had happened but a second later Ayako found herself
running to the place where the screaming came from. It was a place of atrocity.
In a mass of scattered toys, a guy was sitting at a small table, holding a gun
in his right hand, a roughly eight year old boy in the other arm. A girl of
about the same age was also sitting at the table, tied to it with a handcuff. A
woman was lying over the table, motionless, with blood on her head. The children
were screaming and crying out of sheer horror. The guy had a grin on his face.
"So what you gonna do now, bitch? Move and I shoot the kid," he smirked. But
Ayako hadn't heard his threat, her mind was too focused on the gangster's hand.
In the blink of a second, she was preparing herself to grab his gun. For her it
felt like minutes.

She advanced him quickly. To her luck, instead of shooting the boy, he turned
his gun in panic and was firing it at her, and she obviously must have been hit.
More obviously, she hadn't noticed yet. By the time he wanted to turn his gun
back to the boy, Ayako had already grabbed it with one hand and his throat with
the other. She clutched his throat and dashed him to the wall violently. The boy
fell down to the ground and ran away. Ayako's left hand bruised the hand of the
robber while he was still clenching his gun. He wanted to scream but couldn't,
as her right hand was tightly attached to his throat, choking him with a similar
force as her left did on his hand. To his luck, Briareos arrived only some
seconds later and managed to take Ayako's still cramped hands from his throat
and gun hand. The first moment he could, he coughed. Ayako was still upset. "I
haven't choked you to death only because you have chosen to shoot me instead of
the boy. I certainly had done it if you have had killed the boy." she spat.

Deunan and Lance couldn't believe what they had been hearing and fell silent.
Only Briareos kept his countenance: "Ayako, we need to talk. Later. Hey, you had
been hit." - "He only hit my left leg. I must be lucky he was sitting at such a
low table," was her, now again calm, reply. Bri was relieved she had been
returning to normal again and ordered her to protect the girl now she was hit
herself and couldn't move quickly. He arrested the gangster with a cable strap
and hasted to the soft drinks aisle. There was shooting. Jean was already there
protecting the suit instead of Ayako. He was barely successful, the suit was hit
into his head. It wasn't clear if it was to Jean's and Briareos' relief but the
gunmen had reached their goal. The guy who shot him was heading to the
supermarket exit quickly. "Ken, let them go! They have no more business here,"
Bri shouted. - "Understood," Ken replied briefly, understanding what it meant.

"Milan here, we found the Landmate!" was the next message on the radio, "It's
empty. New orders, please." - "Do not interfere the withdrawal of the hostage
takers," Deunan got collected again, "Bri, status!". - "Two hostages heavily
injured or dead, Ayako injured, we need medics as soon as possible." Briareos
replied. "Understood," was Deunan's reply, "we send them up immediately, but
they are going to leave the station not until the area is secured."

A twisted glee rushed through the remaining gunmen. Soon they would be out of
this scene. "Cliff is missing," one of them noted. "I bet he's dead already,"
their boss acknowledged it, "he was a perverted retard anyway." - "Worked out as
you expected," the gunman the boss sent to kill the suit said, "glad to have you
as our boss." - "Haha, sure the girlie couldn't stand a children's scream! I bet
she had shot Cliff right through his pea-sized brain without any reasoning. One
hopeful young cop less in the game!" he bragged. The hostages they were pulling
with them were shocked and frowned upon the cynicism. "No need to worry," he
said, "we will let you go without any bruised hair. When we're back in the
badside, haha! Maybe it pleases you so much you don't wanna go back.
Hahaha...hahahaha!" They reached the arc's helicopter platform from a side
corridor of the mall and entered the waiting machine. "I hope you picked the
right woman for yourself," he advised his fellows, "you will have them for a
long time now... Hahahaha!". His laugh drowned in the humming turbine sound of
the heli.

Deunan switched the radio to Metro Police: "Gianna, are the medics ready?" -
"Ready and alert, Deunan," was Gianna's answer, "what has happened?" she asked.
"We have two hostages with severe injuries and one officer with light injuries.
One hostagetaker had been arrested, six of them left the building with the
helicopter. They have six female hostages with them. Your turn to trace the
heli!" Deunan replied. - "Understood, we take over! The medics are on their way.
I wish your injured colleague luck!" Gianna dismissed the subdued way she always
did.

In the meantime, Ayako had checked the woman on the table and found the bastard
had hit her badly on her head with his gun. With any luck, she won't die from
that injury. Ayako pulled the woman, who was still unconcious, from the table
and layed her down on her side on the floor. After that, she wanted to break the
handcuffs of the girl to get her away from the gory scene at the kid's corner.
She couldn't, as the girl trembled and began screaming again. Clearly to Ayako
it was because of her recent brutality and especially what her hands had done to
the gangster. His coughing from behind wasn't making it easier.

Ayako unlocked her helmet and took it off to calm her down. The girl was
astonished to find a pretty young woman with long brown hair where there had
been a grim killing machine seconds before. "Hello, I'm Ayako.", she said with
the softest voice she had, "I'm a policewoman. I'm sorry I have scared you," -
That cheered the girl up a bit. When Ayako reached for her hand, the child
trembled again however. The touch of the policewoman was gentle, but her hand
was unnaturally cold. Ayako ripped apart the handcuffs by grasping it with two
fingers of both her hands and slowly pulling it. That was too much for the girl.
She was bursting into tears when the metal detent cracked like it was a toy - it
wasn't. Ayako had a hard time holding the girl soft enough to comfort her and
firm enough not to let her go. After a few seconds the child, despite being at
least eight years old, wrapped her hands around Ayako's neck and clearly
demanded to be lifted. "I wanna go to my mommy," she whined. At least the woman
on the table wasn't her mother, Ayako thought, then wrapped the bottom of the
girl with her left arm and stood up. Balancing was hard because of the shot to
her left leg. A reddish liquid had leaked through the armor of the leg, but
neither she nor the girl gave a damn about it. Slowly they shambled to the exit.

The medics raced by them into the opposite direction. Ken and Jean had started
cutting the straps of the other hostages, while Bri monitored how the medics
were doing on the suit. Jean had found the mother of the girl. "Baby!" she
cried for joy. Ayako dropped the girl off into the hands of her mother. "There
was a boy along with her at the kid's corner. Do you know him?" - The woman
needed a moment to collect herself: "A friend's son, I have babysitted him," she
said. - "Sure you did," Ayako thought huffishly, "babysitting while shopping.
How convenient." - A message from Chip came over the radio: "We have a little
boy gazing at us like we were jumped out of an action movie. Kid's never change,
don't they?" he joked. "I'll send his babysitter to you to pick him up. Where
are you?", Ayako replied. "At the other end of the mall. But no need to hurry, I
don't think he's going anywhere now," Chip answered. - "Your fosterling is at
the other end of the mall, examining our troops. It's the big exos, err
robot-like-creatures, there.", Ayako explained to the woman with a wink. She
nodded, took the girl and dashed off.

Ayako waved at her colleagues. "I'm sorry I can't help you with the hostages,"
she said and pointed to her leg, "but I think I have to have this repaired." Ken
was worried about her injury but Jean dispelled his doubts: "As long she's
joking around, she'll all right." - "Go get your wounds licked," Briareos
dismissed her. If he could make a smile, he sure had done. Ayako pulled herself
to the station - "And don't worry about the evaluation!", Bri called after her -
"Oh, maybe now she does. Drat!" he thought to himself.

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| 戦闘機械　綾子
| Sentō Kikai Ayako
| Battlemachine Ayako
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| Written by darkbutflashy
| Originally released on Fembotwiki
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==1 First Encounter of another Kind==
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
Night had fallen over Olympus. The outside observer would surely admit the city
was a beautiful, endless sea of lights, like it was each night. And like each
night, somewhere the blue lights of police were flashing and the howl of police
sirens could be heard. Olympus in general was a safe place to live and most of
these police operations were for traffic accidents and small burglaries.
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
A sparkling pool of blue lights stood out from the yellowish-white lighting of
one of the three monumental arcologies which formed the city centre. For sure it
had been one of those uncommon days when something awful was happening. The blue
lights had been blinking for hours now and yet there wasn't any progress. It
wasn't a fire, everything was calm.
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
On ground level, everything was under control. Metro police managed to keep the
police gathering place right in front of the arc clear of rubbernecks. There
were still persons coming down from the top levels of the tall überbuilding
using the normal commuter trains running inside of it. It had to be a Sisyphean
task to evacuate all these tens of thousands of people, even if it was only from
the upper stories. It sure was necessary.
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
At the gathering place, policemen -and women- in armored exoskeletons prepared
themselves for their upcoming fight.
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
"Chip, move the left arm," a policeman who looked like service personnel asked
another one standing in a big, puppetlike machine.
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
Cornelius complied and his exos copied the movement. "It seems it works again.
Thanks, Tom," he answered, then he lit up a cigarette.
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
"There, I fixed it!" Thomas cheered and then checked whether his other colleagues
had any problems with their armor.
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
Kenneth hadn't any. His small exoskeleton was more like functional clothing, which
was in great contrast to the super-robot Cornelius was 'wearing'. "No problems
here, thanks," he shouted, so Thomas went by him waving silently.
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
A few meters away Milan was flexing his exos, a similar one as that of Chip.
Thomas could easily see from its moves all its hydraulics were working perfectly
so he left him alone too. Milan wasn't a chatterbox anyway.
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
A cold metal hand grabbed Thomas on his mouth and a likewise armored arm
wrapped around his chest from behind. "Shhh, don't move or you're dead," a
voice hissed. As if Thomas could move or even say something if he wanted to; it
was too tight! To his relief he knew the person those arms belonged to, and the
stupid guy was loosening his grip a moment later. "Hey, just practising!"
he laughed.
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
"Not on me again," Thomas mumbled. "I get a chill everytime you do that."
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
"At least that means it never gets old on you." Jean, that was the name
of the fellow, smirked at him.
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
"If you have time to make bad jokes like that, I guess nothing is wrong with your
armor?" Thomas inquired.
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
"No. Everything ok," was Jean's short reply. Thomas waved and took his chance to get
away from the clown.
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
Thomas ended his prep tour at a group of three colleagues. The guy was more than
two meters tall and bulky. He wasn't wearing an exos though he looked like he
was. Instead, he was an exos built into a human, or vice-versa if you like -- a
cyborg. A blonde woman in her forties did a high swing kick on him, which he
dodged easily. "That's how you have to do it!" she was yelling. "Briareos, don't
go easy on her. She needs all the practice she can get!" the blonde commanded and
dashed off to a nearby truck.
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
"Yes, Ma'am," he answered laconically, while his lady-boss was already too far
away to hear him.
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
'She' was a woman who basically practised as a backdrop the moment before. She
seemed to be daunted from the demonstration and, despite being clad in an
intimidating full-body armor herself, somehow she managed to look vulnerable,
like a damsel in distress.
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
Thomas was approaching the two, first asking Briareos if he had anything to
repair on his body. Bri denied it with "Had no chance to get it damaged yet,"
so Tom turned around to the woman.
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
"Ayako, any problems?"
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
"I... I don't know," a soft, unassured voice answered him. It was heavily
muffled by the full-face helmet she was wearing. "I haven't tried out all the
functions yet."
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
"First, you should try the outside speaker. I can barely understand what you
say," Tom suggested.
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
For a short while, nothing happened. More exactly, it looked like nothing was
happening but both Tom and Bri knew Ayako was desperately browsing through the
menu options presented on the augmented reality display built into the helmet
front.
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
"Well?" Thomas asked, prepared to give her a clue, but a blink later the lower
front shutter of the helmet opened slowly.
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
Delicate, peach-colored cheeks appeared in the midst of the black shaded
plexiglass of the helmet. The tender lips of a young woman immediately followed.
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
"I... I'm sorry," she wispered. "I haven't found the speaker option yet. The
cursor is a little jumpy. It's hard to catch it at the correct position."
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
"It's an eye tracking cursor. It's your eyes which are moving jumpily," Thomas
explained. "You are just too nervous, calm down." He wondered a little how she
had opened the shutter instead. "Opening the shutter was easier? If I remember
correctly, it's at nearly the same menu level," he asked.
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
"I'm feeling a little hemmed in here when the helmet is closed so I've made a
shortcut for opening it. Blinking left, right, right, both," Ayako admitted.
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
"That's great, I don't remember showing you how to do that! So you have been
playing around yourself already?" Tom queried her further.
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
"Yeah, but too little, I guess," Ayako answered with a mixture of bragging and
shyness. "The training hasn't focused on the new helmet's functions."
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
Thomas had to excuse himself, "My fault, sorry. I was so engaged putting useful
functions into the thing, I've missed the deadline for the documentation. But I
think I can just let you play around a little more and everything should be
fine, no?" Thomas concluded, teasing a smile out of her.
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
"Enough lovey-dovey, you two," Briareos reminded them of the priorities. "We are
preparing for a mission, remember?"
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
"Yes, Sir!" both prompted in unison.
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
"No chance to make me grin!" Bri bantered back, pointing at his jawless cyborg
face.
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
"Well, then you should try what our bosslady told you to do," Thomas
proposed to Ayako. She gave him a last smile before the shutter closed and
covered her whole head in black armor again.
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
Insecurely, she attempted to do the same high swing kick she saw a minute
before. She only managed to do a straight kick before Briareos could get a grip
on her foot and kept hold of it.
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
"So, what are ya gonna do now, bitch?" he asked with a provocative tone while
he twisted her foot slowly. Ayako squeaked as the angle was soon too much for
her ankles. Bri let her foot go and she tautly and silenty stood before him.
It was an unsuccessful attempt to look stalwart.
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
"This way it won't work," Bri mumbled. Then he shouted, "So let's try it the
other way!" while trying to grab Ayako with his big hands. More instinctively
than deliberately, she stotted back and managed to escape his attack. Briareos
pursued her immediately but, at that moment, Ayako had already changed her
attitude to 'Attack'! She whirled around and smashed his head with a full blow
of her leg. Bri fell on his bottom.
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
"Ah, Tom, now you have to do some repairs," he moaned.
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
"I... I'm sorry," Ayako apologized and knelt down next to Bri.
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
He wasn't peeved. Actually, he seemed less concerned than a moment before. "Girl,
if I hadn't been a cyborg, that kick would have finished me. Really, really,
really finished me off. Be careful of what you do hit with your legs. Those are
DEADLY weapons," he explained.
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
Tom found Bri's neck to be damaged and asked him to turn his head around. "Are
all axes moveable?"
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
"It seems tilting sideways is broken," was Briareos' reply. "It's not a big problem.
We can repair it after the job is done."
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
Thomas insisted to repair his neck before they went on their mission, but Bri
refused. "If I get into trouble, I'm going to ask Ms. Hammerblow here for a
daring rescue," he laughed.
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
Thomas was pretty sure Ayako had been blushing heavily under her helmet. He had
to bite his tongue so not to discourage her again. About the blush, he was going
to find out soon anyway.
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
"Your turn, Ayako. Anything broken on the test?" Tom turned to her.
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
"No diagnostic reports, no," was her short, technical reply -this time through
the speaker, he noticed.
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
"See, it's all a matter of being self-assured. What do you feel? Do you think you
can handle it?" He was rubbing it in.
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
Ayako reached for her helmet and pressed its lock buttons at her jaw. The helmet
made a tiny jump and Ayako stripped the whole thing off of her head.
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
The cheeks and lips hadn't lied. The helmet protected the most precious part of
a young woman. While her long brown hair dropped smoothly onto her back, her
eyes were not that smooth. Fierce, that was the correct term. But with her
cheeks still red as tomatoes, she looked very funny. Tom couldn't help but grin.
A moment later, all hell broke loose.
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
"What do you mean? Whether I'm able to do my job? I may be younger than you, but
I'm a confident and skilled policewoman. I can...," she hissed.
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
She got the wrong idea, so Thomas interrupted her. "No! I meant, your body!"
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
- Silence -
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
Ayako blushed even more so Thomas had a hard time not to grin again. Bri clearly
was in advantage here by having no facial expression at all. Still he silenty
stood up and left the two alone.
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; margin-bottom: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
"Ok, I won't push you any further," Thomas broke the silence. "You said there
were no diagnostic messages so I take this as a 'combat-ready.'" He was drawing
a checkmark into the air.
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
Ayako parted her hair and put her helmet back on. It locked over her head with
an audible click. "Yes, Battlemachine Ayako ready for use." she said and stood up.
Thomas was a little puzzled. Had she been snickering? Was it the same woman he
had seen ten minutes ago?
</p>
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This is a good moment to show you a picture of Ayako,
taken on ... Hmm, I won't spoil it to you yet. Here it is:
Sexy, huh? What, NO? Thights too bulky? Breasts not perky
enough, you say? Aww, and I thought you had a serious
fetish for machines, let alone women that are machines.
Phew! Wait, you do? Really? Then I have good tidings
for you. There is more to come: 26 Chapters, where we
explore the features of Ayako, both of her mind and body.
And mine too. Aww, yeah, explore my features, I like
that...
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<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
Oh, and here's Dark again. Seems he's
a little jealous right now. Cute little
robot, are you eager to explore my features?
Hmm, the earlier I continue the chapter, the
earlier I can cuddle with you. XOXO!
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<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
In the meantime, the blonde had setup her working place in the loading space of
the truck. Twelve big computer screens filled the side wall of it. Half of them
showed videos from the helmet cameras of her colleagues outside. The others had
two different floor plans of the arcology and various status info on them. The
blonde was adjusting her headset and did a sound check "Test: Alpha Bravo
Charlie Delta," she said into her mic, "all there?". "Ken ok", Ken answered,
Jean followed him with a "Jean ok", then Chip, Ayako, and Milan followed. Bri
made it complete. "Tom, is all the other setup done?" she asked through the
radio. Thomas answered from the truck's door. "Yes, Ma'am. All checks had been
successful. Bri had a small damage, but..." - She interrupted him, concerned.
"What's up with him?" - "Nothing, he says it's ok. We can check it after the
job," Thomas replied. "Ok, then let's bring home the bacon." she got collected
again.
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
Thomas was reaching for the second seat as another person stood in the door. It
was an elderly man with a grey full beard. He tapped his glasses, then greeted.
"Deunan!" he said. The blonde turned around and surprisedly greeted back "Chief!
It... it has been six years!". "Don't call me 'Chief', Deunan. You are the ESWAT
chief now." the greybeard answered. Deunan was a little fussy. "Ok, chie...
Lance. Thomas, this is Mayor Lance, former chief of ESWAT. Lance, this is Thomas
Boyd, exos service tech." - "How Do you Do", Thomas asked Lance, as he had
noticed his British English. "How Do you Do", Lance replied while they were
shaking hands. "So, it is nice to have this small reunion, but at the moment, we
have a little crisis situation out there, so..." Deunan excused herself
girlishly. "Which is exactly the reason I'm here," Lance cut her short. "Err,
what?" Deunan wondered. The mayor continued: "You know I had retired from ESWAT
for joining the centre for international police cooperation?" - "Yes, you had
talked about it when you had left us", Deunan answered. "So that's why I'm here.
Olympus city council is concerned Olympus had fallen back from the
state-of-the-art in armed police equipment and modern tactics," Lance told her.
"Awrr, damned politicians," Deunan snarled, "so they sent you to check it?
Haven't they read my memos? It's been all written down there, we are heavily
underfunded. I only have left six armed police officers and one tech." Lance
quietly responded to her: "Olympus had become much more safe during the last
twenty years," he said, "so they question the existence of ESWAT at all." Deunan
was lost for words, so Lance took the chance to explain further: "It's planned
to liquidate ESWAT and use the money for buying weapon platforms." Deunan became
a snickerpuss: "Again that ridiculous idea? It had been a desaster twenty years
ago. Don't they'll ever learn?" Lance seconded her: "I know. I don't like the
idea either. However, they have apointed me to act as a third-party expert
though I was the ESWAT chief not until long ago. I had to bet somebody in the
council is on our side." Deunan was relieved when Lance said they should "just
do the job and I do the paperwork."
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
Briareos showed up at the truck door: "Deunan, we'll have to talk about our
fledgling." Then he noticed Lance. "Lance! Long time no see, err, how do you
do?" Lance gave his hand to Bri and gave back the greeting. "Bri, Lance is here
to write a performance report about us," Deunan informed him. "Oh, seems all
your memos have had an impact," Bri replied. "Yeah, whatever," was Deunan's
circumventive answer. "So what about the fledgling?" Lance asked. "Ayako
Ontemba, Sir", Bri reported, while Deunan made a cutthroat gesture from behind.
Bri got the meaning, continued "it's too complicated to explain now, gotta go.
See you later, Lance." and dashed off. Tom haven't said a word until now, wanted
to do, then guessed it was wise to keep silent by the way Bri was fleeing.
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
"You don't have to be concerned. I'm pretty sure she will learn everything she
needs to know from you," Lance turned to Deunan, "that's the reason why I had
proposed you as my successor. You hadn't been the best fighter nor policeman in
the team, but you have had the attitude always to learn something new and always
had passed it further to younger teammates. That's what a good instructor must
always do. And to be a good instructor is the main job of the chief." Deunan
blushed a little, then turned around to her screens. "We should start now, no
time left to kill. Please take the other seat, Lance, so you have a good view on
what's going on," Deunan commanded, and Lance followed. "He primed himself well,
I'm glad we have done it, too," she thought. As Lance had taken Thomas' seat,
Tom had to lean back to the other side wall of the truck. Thinking this would
get uncomfortable soon, he left the truck. "See ya later." he waved.
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 4ex; text-indent: 3em;">
Meanwhile, the SWAT team had entered a wagon of an empty commuter train heading
up the arc. Briareos was the last one arriving. "Hey, squad leader, detained
yourself into the restrooms?" Jean sneered at him. Bri knew Jean was only making
a bad joke, so he ignored him. Instead, he brought the topic back to the job.
"We are being evaluated on this mission. That means 'stick to the rules', no
fooling around, no shots to the head or other gory businesses and most
importantly, DO NOT LOSE ANY HOSTAGE!" he keenly advised his subordinates. -
Ayako broke the following silence: "Understood, Sir," the others followed her
example. Briareos started a briefing: "Ok, let's recapitulate. The hostage
takers are robbers, not terrorists. So we don't have to expect them being eager
to die. There was no shooting, so most probably they even don't want to hurt
someone if not unavoidable. Nevertheless, they threatened to blow up the
building if their departure is hindered. They demanded a heli, which should now
be on it's way already. Our enemies robbed a jeweller in 183rd floor. Our
colleagues from metro police managed to isolate them there by locking the fire
doors and elevators. The robbers kept very silent up there, waiting for their
heli. There are some other stores in the area and we don't know how many enemies
or hostages we have to expect, nor their arms and the condition of the hostages.
From what people who managed to flee had seen, they at least have one exos up
there, most probably a landmate they only brought to break through the safety
glasses at the jeweller. That's the situation. Understood?" - The other team
members acknowledged. Briareos gave a last instruction: "Our objective is to
SAVE ALL THE HOSTAGES. Not arresting any robbers. If they manage to flee, they
are lucky bastards. Understood?" - A further acknowledge from his whole SWAT
team could be heard.
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
A short time later, the train arrived at the mall station in 183rd floor. "Ok,
go!" Bri shouted. The SWAT team got off the train and parted into three groups,
as the station had three exits. Chip and Jean took the west exit, where Chip
easily broke through the locked fire door with his exos. Milan and Bri took the
central exit to be ready to boost up both other teams if neccessary. Kenneth and
Ayako headed to the east exit. Ken tried to break the lock of the door, but he
had serious problems to do it with his lightweight exoskeleton. After pushing
against it four times he gave up. "Seems we're stuck here. We need help from
the others." he said, and were up to reach for Milan and Bri as long as they
were near. Ayako grabbed for his shoulder to stop him. The tight, sudden grip
made him fell to the floor immediately. Sitting on his bottom, he could see how
she was flexing, then how she did a straight kick against the door. With a
scrunching sound, the metal sheet of the door bent heavily inwards and, quite
more impressive, the lock and even the pivots blasted. Ken was puzzled how she
did this. A secret karate technique? But moreover, he met Ayako with disbelief
when that average sized woman pushed away the large steel door, which must at
least have a weight of 1500 kilograms; without the help of the pivots and more
importantly, without his help, too. "If you haven't noticed yet, I'm escorting
YOU while doing the lumberjack work, and you are tiptoeing, not the other way
around," she told her still unbelieving colleague. "Ayako, how can it be your
exos is so far more powerful than mine? It doesn't look bulky enough to have
this much power," Kenneth questioned her. "It's not an exos," she replied, which
led Ken into utter confusion. "Hey, we can talk about it later," Ayako tried to
bring up the mission again, "we have some hostages to save." Kenneth nodded and
they slowly went into the battlefield.
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
Deunan and Lance had watched the videos from the helmet cams on their screens.
Then Thomas stood in the doorframe: "We finally have the surveillance cams of
the arc on our screens. There are about 50 cams in the mall, they are on
channels 20 and up now." - "Great, Tom, you're a technical wizard," Deunan
acknowledged him and put those cams on four of the screens. "A technical
'firefighter'. Matches the team perfectly," Lance commented. The arc's cams got
useful very quickly. Deunan scanned through them and identified a lot of
hostages on the screens. "So, there are about ten. What is this place? Ah, the
cafe at the centre of the mall. Seems they are strapped to some railings. Why do
they wear shopping bags on their heads? " Lance browsed through the screens,
too: "There are about twenty more, this has to be the supermarket at the east
end. Yes, it is.", he said. Deunan got worried: "I can't find any more hostages
on the cams. No more hostages? Can't be. They bragged they had about seventy!" -
"The toilets," Lance said calmly, "there aren't any cams." - "You are right,"
Deunan seconded him, "but forty hostages in the toilets alone? No way. There
must be another place without a cam." - "Maybe it's a bluff?" Lance suggested.
"Could be. I'm not sure...," Deunan shrugged, then she had the right idea:
"There is a butcher in that shopping mall. The cold storage room!" - "If that's
true, we have to rescue these hostages as quick as possible, or they'll die from
cold," Lance recommended. "I can't see any of the robbers patrolling, they have
to hide inbetween their victims. Clever bastards, they parted the hostage groups
as well as their own group," Deunan noted, "we'll have to flush them. The
helicopter?" - "Obviously," Lance agreed.
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
Deunan switched her mic on: "SWAT, listen: there are hostages in the cafe and
the toilets at the centre of the mall, at the supermarket on the east end and
we'll think in the cold storage room at the butcher on the west. The other
places seem to be clear. The robbers hide between their hostages, so be careful.
We'll flush them by announcing the heli is coming. Chip, Jean: head for the
butcher and rescue the hostages from the cold storage." - "Understood." was
Chip's reply. Where to put the others? "Milan, look out for the landmate. I
couldn't see it on any of the cams but it must be there! Maybe they just
tampered a cam behind a corner where it is hidden." Deunan commanded. Milan
replied a short "Understood" and searched the place. "Bri, check the cafe, the
hostages there have shopping bags over their heads. Maybe the robbers had placed
the explosives in the cafe and they should not notice where.", Deunan concluded.
"Ken, you go searching the toilets, Ayako, you go to the supermarket." were her
next instructions. The three replied. It was a really odd situation. The felons
knew the police was there and did not frown on them.
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 4ex; text-indent: 3em;">
Chip and Jean reached the butcher's shop quickly. The place was deserted like
the rest of the mall. It was too narrow for Chip's big exos to go inside so Jean
searched the place alone. He found the lever of the cold storage room door tied
to a nearby steelframe shelf with a weighty chain. Breaking such chains was
actually intended to be Chip's work, but as Chip couldn't come here, Jean
shortly thought about it, then pushed the shelf to the door with all the power
of his small exoskeleton. The chain got loose and he could open the door. On
first view, more than two dozen persons had been jittering inside. "Police,
come out!" he shouted, but nobody moved. They had been too shocked by Jean's
looks. He opened the visor of his helmet and repeated his demand. Seeing there
was a young man in the armor, the people on the front built faith in him and
quickly moved outside, only to find Chip in his big exos waiting outside. He
thought they maybe would chicken out because of his big machine, but none of the
hostages did. Big, bulky exos were an everyday's business. In fact, some of the
hostages may even drive one at work, most probably a landmate. "Anyone injured?"
he asked, while Jean was searching trough the cold storage whether there was any
hostage left who may had passed out. There wasn't. "Butcher's clear, Ma'am. No
enemy found. We bring down the hostages," Jean spoke to Deunan. "Understood, get
them into the station quickly. Don't forget to check for weapons before. Some of
these hostages in fact could be the robbers! Chip, you're going to backup Milan.
If there is really a big landmate somewhere, he could need help," Deunan
replied. Both did as commanded.
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
Meanwhile, Ken was examining the restrooms. He found a hostage in any cabin,
strapped to the piping. Like with Jean, shouting "Police, I'm here to save
you," had been unsuccessful. He also had to lift the visor of his helmet before
people trusted him. Freeing the hostages however was a nuisance, as his exos
still was too bulky to fit into the same cabin as the hostage. It was easier to
break the piping than the cable straps, so the toilets soon after had become a
wet mess, like the hostages and Kenneth himself.
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
Deunan switched the radio channels to talk to metro police: "Gianna, what's up
with the heli?" It took a moment until the police sergant answered: "If it's
coming, we'll hear it! I don't know what have taken them so long." A short
moment later, the rattle was audible on the radio. "Talk of the devil, ...
Gianna over!" - "Hm, should we tell to the robbers? I don't think they'll
overhear it," Deunan thought aloud, speaking on the SWAT channel again. "SWAT,
listen: the heli is coming. Soon the robbers will uncover themselves." Deunan
was right. She could see a hostage in the cafe freeing himself from the strap
with a side cutter, then taking the bag from his head. "Shit, their disguise in
intriguing. That guy really looks like a white-bread businessman in a suit,"
Deunan railed. She noticed something odd was going on. "What does he do now? He
looks around? What does he look for?" she wondered. Then the guy sneaked out of
the cafe and through the main corridor, hiding behind plants and boothes. "Bri,
there is one of the felons in the corridor heading towards the supermarket. Is
he going to cross your way?", Deunan asked. "Don't think so." was his short
reply. "Ok. Ayako, a hostage taker is coming your direction. It's a man in a
business suit. Let him pass, I'd like to know what he is looking for." -
"Understood," was Ayako's reply.
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
The robbers sure had noticed something fishy was going on. Did they have
expected it? None of them raised a brow when the fire doors on the station had
been crashing. "This guy isn't really a pro." Lance commented, "but I still
don't get how they expect to escape with their booty. They'll have to uncover to
reach the helicopter and now we're there, we could catch them all. Why are they
that confident? The explosives?" It has to be a trick. Then he had the right
idea: "What if..." - "Yeah?" Deunan asked. "What if the helicopter is the
trick?" Lance explained. "You mean..." Deunan got it, too. "Yes." - "Shit, that
means we may already have some of the felons inbetween the freed hostages,"
Deunan sweared. "Metro Police, Gianna!" she switched the channels - "Gianna
here." - "Gianna, some of the robbers may have disguised themselves as hostages.
It's part of their plan." - "Ok, we'll take personal data from anybody coming
down here," was Gianna's calm reply. "Thanks, Deunan over," Deunan dismissed
and switched back to the SWAT channel.
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
Ayako managed to avoid the man in the suit while he was sneaking through the
wide corridor. It wasn't easy, as the man secured nearly each of his steps by
looking around. He sure had wanted to avoid any contact with the police but that
couldn't be the reason he was that alert. She followed him into the supermarket
where he was suddenly shouting "Rose? - Ro-oose?" He clearly looked for an
accomplice. He shouted again. What was up with him? Ayako asked Deunan what to
do. "Chief, I'm at the supermarket, the guy is shouting for someone, your
orders?" - Deunan switched all the cam screens to the supermarket and answered,
"Don't move! His accomplices surely are going to uncover themselves in a moment.
Bri, Ken, how is it going on at your places? Ayako will need your help at the
supermarket soon." - "Still unchaining hostages, Ma'am," was Kenneth' reply. Bri
had better news: "Haven't found any explosives here, Deunan," he was reporting,
"the hostages are ready to go, too." - "Bri, they'll find the station by
themselves. Go help Ayako in the supermarket!" Deunan ordered him. "Understood",
he replied.
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
"How many felons we have to expect up there?" Lance asked. "We don't know the
exact number," Deunan shrugged, "from what witnesses of the raid said, it must
have been between six and ten. I'd say they're a group of ten, otherwise they
wouldn't have used cable straps to tie most of the hostages. It is too
time-consuming, we have seen it when Bri had been freeing them. I would bet they
have used the cold storage room only because they hadn't enough straps." -
"So there are up to ten armed robbers in the supermarket now," Lance concluded,
"do you think Briareos and Ayako can handle so many opponents?" Deunan threw
back her head and sunk into her chair. She was really concerned for a moment.
"The main thing is, what will they do? I mean, their plan is to sneak out by
playing a hostage. That's why they put the bags on the real hostages' heads in
the cafe. They haven't wanted them to know who bound them when they mixed into
them... Wait. But why in the cafe only? Wait! WAIT!" Deunan thought aloud,
"These are TWO independent plans to escape!" - Silence - Lance raised a brow.
"AYAKO, SHELTER THE SUIT!" she shouted into her mic. - "Ma'am?" Ayako checked
back. "SHELTER THE GUY WITH THE SUIT IMMEDIATELY!" Deunan repeated twitchyly.
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
It wasn't a second too late when Ayako had been sprinting to the suit and
crushed him down to the floor. The bangs of some flying bullets were snapping in
their ears. They haven't hit them but the man wasn't exactly relieved about
that. While Ayako was quickly pulling him behind a shelf, more bullets came. "If
you don't plan to die, don't move from here!" Ayako commanded him. He was
whining, still outraged from what happened seconds ago. In strong contrast,
Ayako was calmly racking her handgun and waiting for the idiot in the aisle to
empty his magazine. "Police, drop your weapon and give up!", she shouted, and
added, "ALL OF YOU!". Maybe a male voice would have had more impact on the
morale of her opponents. They did not even took notice. "The heli is there,
let's take some of the hostages and go!" a voice was shouting. "Flatfoot girlie,
you will let us pass; otherwise we shoot the hostages!" he continued fiercely.
His six accomplices uncovered themselves and each one unlocked a woman from the
shelves for cover. "Ma'am, what to do?" Ayako asked Deunan. "Wait for Bri!" was
Deunan's immediate reply. "Jean, Ken, Bri: To the supermarket! Immediately!
Chip, Milan: continue your search for the landmate." she ordered the others.
They followed.
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
"Ayako, your objective is to shelter the suit!" Deunan reminded her, and gave
her the explanation: "The guy in the suit had hired those gunmen. He knows
traces to their identities, so they absolutely HAVE TO KILL HIM to get away.
Your objective is to prevent that." - "Understood, Chief!" Ayako acknowledged.
She silently pushed the suit into a corner of the supermarket which she could
defend more easily. "Bri, I'm at the soft drinks aisle, backup me there." she
informed Briareos. By the time she had said it, it wasn't really possible for
Bri anymore, as the gunmen were quickly dividing their group throughout the
supermarket aisles, isolating Ayako from her team. In the meantime, Bri and Ken
had arrived at the scene, Jean was running to them. "Let us pass to the heli and
nobody gets hurt," one of the robbers, clearly their boss, exclaimed. Bri was
about to acknowledge him: "Jean, Ken, we let them pass. Don't do anything rash."
As if the robber's boss could have heared what Bri said, they slowly pulled
themselves and their hostages to the supermarket entrance. The hostages were
whining, so Bri tried to appease them: "Don't struggle! They only want to get
away. You won't be hurt if you stay calm!" he shouted. It hadn't worked out
much. It wasn't really true, either. It was clear to Briareos they had to kill
their employer, and they would try it in any case. Bri checked if it was
possible to backup Ayako without putting a hostage at risk but it seemed it
wasn't. He recapped Ayako her mission through the radio: "Ayako, remember to
shelter the suit. As soon as possible, I will come or send Ken or Jean to help
you, but for now they do a good job to prevent that." This wasn't a good
situation, with the youngest team member as the main target. He had to advise
her: "You are on your own, so be careful and don't do anything heroical. Your
own safety first!" - "Understood, Sir!" Ayako replied. She nervously checked her
gun and the magazines she was carrying. - For about half a minute, nothing
happened. It could had been death silent if there wasn't the constant crying of
the hostages in the supermarket, let alone the dweeb beside her who had caused
that whole lot of trouble. "Idiot", she hissed and secured the area.
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
The situation was developing into a stalemate and the boss of the gunmen got
that quickly. He had to do something. He sneaked up to one of his fellows and
whispered something to him. The guy took his hostage and pulled her to another
aisle. She protested only quietly, as he had his gun at her chin. Seconds later
a lound bang echoed through the supermarket, followed by the wailing scream of a
woman. "She's all right!" the gangster shouted, "but next time, I'll shoot her."
Meanwhile, another one of the hostagetakers backed out into Ayako's direction.
Bri ordered Jean and Ken to follow the guys. When they had arrived, the
hostagetakers had been gone to another aisle already. It was hard to trace them
in that maze. That was the moment when another scream - a children's scream -
yelled at the kid's corner, which was near to Ayako's position.
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
She couldn't say how it had happened but a second later Ayako found herself
running to the place where the screaming came from. It was a place of atrocity.
In a mass of scattered toys, a guy was sitting at a small table, holding a gun
in his right hand, a roughly eight year old boy in the other arm. A girl of
about the same age was also sitting at the table, tied to it with a handcuff. A
woman was lying over the table, motionless, with blood on her head. The children
were screaming and crying out of sheer horror. The guy had a grin on his face.
"So what you gonna do now, bitch? Move and I shoot the kid," he smirked. But
Ayako hadn't heard his threat, her mind was too focused on the gangster's hand.
In the blink of a second, she was preparing herself to grab his gun. For her it
felt like minutes.
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
She advanced him quickly. To her luck, instead of shooting the boy, he turned
his gun in panic and was firing it at her, and she obviously must have been hit.
More obviously, she hadn't noticed yet. By the time he wanted to turn his gun
back to the boy, Ayako had already grabbed it with one hand and his throat with
the other. She clutched his throat and dashed him to the wall violently. The boy
fell down to the ground and ran away. Ayako's left hand bruised the hand of the
robber while he was still clenching his gun. He wanted to scream but couldn't,
as her right hand was tightly attached to his throat, choking him with a similar
force as her left did on his hand. To his luck, Briareos arrived only some
seconds later and managed to take Ayako's still cramped hands from his throat
and gun hand. The first moment he could, he coughed. Ayako was still upset. "I
haven't choked you to death only because you have chosen to shoot me instead of
the boy. I certainly had done it if you have had killed the boy." she spat.
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
Deunan and Lance couldn't believe what they had been hearing and fell silent.
Only Briareos kept his countenance: "Ayako, we need to talk. Later. Hey, you had
been hit." - "He only hit my left leg. I must be lucky he was sitting at such a
low table," was her, now again calm, reply. Bri was relieved she had been
returning to normal again and ordered her to protect the girl now she was hit
herself and couldn't move quickly. He arrested the gangster with a cable strap
and hasted to the soft drinks aisle. There was shooting. Jean was already there
protecting the suit instead of Ayako. He was barely successful, the suit was hit
into his head. It wasn't clear if it was to Jean's and Briareos' relief but the
gunmen had reached their goal. The guy who shot him was heading to the
supermarket exit quickly. "Ken, let them go! They have no more business here,"
Bri shouted. - "Understood," Ken replied briefly, understanding what it meant.
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
"Milan here, we found the Landmate!" was the next message on the radio, "It's
empty. New orders, please." - "Do not interfere the withdrawal of the hostage
takers," Deunan got collected again, "Bri, status!". - "Two hostages heavily
injured or dead, Ayako injured, we need medics as soon as possible." Briareos
replied. "Understood," was Deunan's reply, "we send them up immediately, but
they are going to leave the station not until the area is secured."
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
A twisted glee rushed through the remaining gunmen. Soon they would be out of
this scene. "Cliff is missing," one of them noted. "I bet he's dead already,"
their boss acknowledged it, "he was a perverted retard anyway." - "Worked out as
you expected," the gunman the boss sent to kill the suit said, "glad to have you
as our boss." - "Haha, sure the girlie couldn't stand a children's scream! I bet
she had shot Cliff right through his pea-sized brain without any reasoning. One
hopeful young cop less in the game!" he bragged. The hostages they were pulling
with them were shocked and frowned upon the cynicism. "No need to worry," he
said, "we will let you go without any bruised hair. When we're back in the
badside, haha! Maybe it pleases you so much you don't wanna go back.
Hahaha...hahahaha!" They reached the arc's helicopter platform from a side
corridor of the mall and entered the waiting machine. "I hope you picked the
right woman for yourself," he advised his fellows, "you will have them for a
long time now... Hahahaha!". His laugh drowned in the humming turbine sound of
the heli.
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
Deunan switched the radio to Metro Police: "Gianna, are the medics ready?" -
"Ready and alert, Deunan," was Gianna's answer, "what has happened?" she asked.
"We have two hostages with severe injuries and one officer with light injuries.
One hostagetaker had been arrested, six of them left the building with the
helicopter. They have six female hostages with them. Your turn to trace the
heli!" Deunan replied. - "Understood, we take over! The medics are on their way.
I wish your injured colleague luck!" Gianna dismissed the subdued way she always
did.
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
In the meantime, Ayako had checked the woman on the table and found the bastard
had hit her badly on her head with his gun. With any luck, she won't die from
that injury. Ayako pulled the woman, who was still unconcious, from the table
and layed her down on her side on the floor. After that, she wanted to break the
handcuffs of the girl to get her away from the gory scene at the kid's corner.
She couldn't, as the girl trembled and began screaming again. Clearly to Ayako
it was because of her recent brutality and especially what her hands had done to
the gangster. His coughing from behind wasn't making it easier.
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
Ayako unlocked her helmet and took it off to calm her down. The girl was
astonished to find a pretty young woman with long brown hair where there had
been a grim killing machine seconds before. "Hello, I'm Ayako.", she said with
the softest voice she had, "I'm a policewoman. I'm sorry I have scared you," -
That cheered the girl up a bit. When Ayako reached for her hand, the child
trembled again however. The touch of the policewoman was gentle, but her hand
was unnaturally cold. Ayako ripped apart the handcuffs by grasping it with two
fingers of both her hands and slowly pulling it. That was too much for the girl.
She was bursting into tears when the metal detent cracked like it was a toy - it
wasn't. Ayako had a hard time holding the girl soft enough to comfort her and
firm enough not to let her go. After a few seconds the child, despite being at
least eight years old, wrapped her hands around Ayako's neck and clearly
demanded to be lifted. "I wanna go to my mommy," she whined. At least the woman
on the table wasn't her mother, Ayako thought, then wrapped the bottom of the
girl with her left arm and stood up. Balancing was hard because of the shot to
her left leg. A reddish liquid had leaked through the armor of the leg, but
neither she nor the girl gave a damn about it. Slowly they shambled to the exit.
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
The medics raced by them into the opposite direction. Ken and Jean had started
cutting the straps of the other hostages, while Bri monitored how the medics
were doing on the suit. Jean had found the mother of the girl. "Baby!" she
cried for joy. Ayako dropped the girl off into the hands of her mother. "There
was a boy along with her at the kid's corner. Do you know him?" - The woman
needed a moment to collect herself: "A friend's son, I have babysitted him," she
said. - "Sure you did," Ayako thought huffishly, "babysitting while shopping.
How convenient." - A message from Chip came over the radio: "We have a little
boy gazing at us like we were jumped out of an action movie. Kid's never change,
don't they?" he joked. "I'll send his babysitter to you to pick him up. Where
are you?", Ayako replied. "At the other end of the mall. But no need to hurry, I
don't think he's going anywhere now," Chip answered. - "Your fosterling is at
the other end of the mall, examining our troops. It's the big exos, err
robot-like-creatures, there.", Ayako explained to the woman with a wink. She
nodded, took the girl and dashed off.
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
Ayako waved at her colleagues. "I'm sorry I can't help you with the hostages,"
she said and pointed to her leg, "but I think I have to have this repaired." Ken
was worried about her injury but Jean dispelled his doubts: "As long she's
joking around, she'll all right." - "Go get your wounds licked," Briareos
dismissed her. If he could make a smile, he sure had done. Ayako pulled herself
to the station - "And don't worry about the evaluation!", Bri called after her -
"Oh, maybe now she does. Drat!" he thought to himself.
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| 戦闘機械　綾子
| Sentō Kikai Ayako
| Battlemachine Ayako
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| Written by darkbutflashy
| Originally released on Fembotwiki
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==1 First Encounter of another Kind==
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
Night had fallen over Olympus. The outside observer would surely admit the city
was a beautiful, endless sea of lights, like it was each night. And like each
night, somewhere the blue lights of police were flashing and the howl of police
sirens could be heard. Olympus in general was a safe place to live and most of
these police operations were for traffic accidents and small burglaries.
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
A sparkling pool of blue lights stood out from the yellowish-white lighting of
one of the three monumental arcologies which formed the city centre. For sure it
had been one of those uncommon days when something awful was happening. The blue
lights had been blinking for hours now and yet there wasn't any progress. It
wasn't a fire, everything was calm.
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
On ground level, everything was under control. Metro police managed to keep the
police gathering place right in front of the arc clear of rubbernecks. There
were still persons coming down from the top levels of the tall überbuilding
using the normal commuter trains running inside of it. It had to be a Sisyphean
task to evacuate all these tens of thousands of people, even if it was only from
the upper stories. It sure was necessary.
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
At the gathering place, policemen -and women- in armored exoskeletons prepared
themselves for their upcoming fight.
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
"Chip, move the left arm," a policeman who looked like service personnel asked
another one standing in a big, puppetlike machine.
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
Cornelius complied and his exos copied the movement. "It seems it works again.
Thanks, Tom," he answered, then he lit up a cigarette.
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
"There, I fixed it!" Thomas cheered and then checked whether his other colleagues
had any problems with their armor.
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
Kenneth hadn't any. His small exoskeleton was more like functional clothing, which
was in great contrast to the super-robot Cornelius was 'wearing'. "No problems
here, thanks," he shouted, so Thomas went by him waving silently.
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
A few meters away Milan was flexing his exos, a similar one as that of Chip.
Thomas could easily see from its moves all its hydraulics were working perfectly
so he left him alone too. Milan wasn't a chatterbox anyway.
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
A cold metal hand grabbed Thomas on his mouth and a likewise armored arm
wrapped around his chest from behind. "Shhh, don't move or you're dead," a
voice hissed. As if Thomas could move or even say something if he wanted to; it
was too tight! To his relief he knew the person those arms belonged to, and the
stupid guy was loosening his grip a moment later. "Hey, just practising!"
he laughed.
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
"Not on me again," Thomas mumbled. "I get a chill everytime you do that."
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
"At least that means it never gets old on you." Jean, that was the name
of the fellow, smirked at him.
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
"If you have time to make bad jokes like that, I guess nothing is wrong with your
armor?" Thomas inquired.
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
"No. Everything ok," was Jean's short reply. Thomas waved and took his chance to get
away from the clown.
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
Thomas ended his prep tour at a group of three colleagues. The guy was more than
two meters tall and bulky. He wasn't wearing an exos though he looked like he
was. Instead, he was an exos built into a human, or vice-versa if you like -- a
cyborg. A blonde woman in her forties did a high swing kick on him, which he
dodged easily. "That's how you have to do it!" she was yelling. "Briareos, don't
go easy on her. She needs all the practice she can get!" the blonde commanded and
dashed off to a nearby truck.
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
"Yes, Ma'am," he answered laconically, while his lady-boss was already too far
away to hear him.
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
'She' was a woman who basically practised as a backdrop the moment before. She
seemed to be daunted from the demonstration and, despite being clad in an
intimidating full-body armor herself, somehow she managed to look vulnerable,
like a damsel in distress.
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
Thomas was approaching the two, first asking Briareos if he had anything to
repair on his body. Bri denied it with "Had no chance to get it damaged yet,"
so Tom turned around to the woman.
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
"Ayako, any problems?"
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
"I... I don't know," a soft, unassured voice answered him. It was heavily
muffled by the full-face helmet she was wearing. "I haven't tried out all the
functions yet."
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
"First, you should try the outside speaker. I can barely understand what you
say," Tom suggested.
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
For a short while, nothing happened. More exactly, it looked like nothing was
happening but both Tom and Bri knew Ayako was desperately browsing through the
menu options presented on the augmented reality display built into the helmet
front.
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
"Well?" Thomas asked, prepared to give her a clue, but a blink later the lower
front shutter of the helmet opened slowly.
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
Delicate, peach-colored cheeks appeared in the midst of the black shaded
plexiglass of the helmet. The tender lips of a young woman immediately followed.
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
"I... I'm sorry," she wispered. "I haven't found the speaker option yet. The
cursor is a little jumpy. It's hard to catch it at the correct position."
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
"It's an eye tracking cursor. It's your eyes which are moving jumpily," Thomas
explained. "You are just too nervous, calm down." He wondered a little how she
had opened the shutter instead. "Opening the shutter was easier? If I remember
correctly, it's at nearly the same menu level," he asked.
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
"I'm feeling a little hemmed in here when the helmet is closed so I've made a
shortcut for opening it. Blinking left, right, right, both," Ayako admitted.
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
"That's great, I don't remember showing you how to do that! So you have been
playing around yourself already?" Tom queried her further.
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
"Yeah, but too little, I guess," Ayako answered with a mixture of bragging and
shyness. "The training hasn't focused on the new helmet's functions."
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
Thomas had to excuse himself, "My fault, sorry. I was so engaged putting useful
functions into the thing, I've missed the deadline for the documentation. But I
think I can just let you play around a little more and everything should be
fine, no?" Thomas concluded, teasing a smile out of her.
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
"Enough lovey-dovey, you two," Briareos reminded them of the priorities. "We are
preparing for a mission, remember?"
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
"Yes, Sir!" both prompted in unison.
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
"No chance to make me grin!" Bri bantered back, pointing at his jawless cyborg
face.
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
"Well, then you should try what our bosslady told you to do," Thomas
proposed to Ayako. She gave him a last smile before the shutter closed and
covered her whole head in black armor again.
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
Insecurely, she attempted to do the same high swing kick she saw a minute
before. She only managed to do a straight kick before Briareos could get a grip
on her foot and kept hold of it.
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
"So, what are ya gonna do now, bitch?" he asked with a provocative tone while
he twisted her foot slowly. Ayako squeaked as the angle was soon too much for
her ankles. Bri let her foot go and she tautly and silenty stood before him.
It was an unsuccessful attempt to look stalwart.
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
"This way it won't work," Bri mumbled. Then he shouted, "So let's try it the
other way!" while trying to grab Ayako with his big hands. More instinctively
than deliberately, she stotted back and managed to escape his attack. Briareos
pursued her immediately but, at that moment, Ayako had already changed her
attitude to 'Attack'! She whirled around and smashed his head with a full blow
of her leg. Bri fell on his bottom.
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
"Ah, Tom, now you have to do some repairs," he moaned.
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
"I... I'm sorry," Ayako apologized and knelt down next to Bri.
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
He wasn't peeved. Actually, he seemed less concerned than a moment before. "Girl,
if I hadn't been a cyborg, that kick would have finished me. Really, really,
really finished me off. Be careful of what you do hit with your legs. Those are
DEADLY weapons," he explained.
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
Tom found Bri's neck to be damaged and asked him to turn his head around. "Are
all axes moveable?"
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
"It seems tilting sideways is broken," was Briareos' reply. "It's not a big problem.
We can repair it after the job is done."
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
Thomas insisted to repair his neck before they went on their mission, but Bri
refused. "If I get into trouble, I'm going to ask Ms. Hammerblow here for a
daring rescue," he laughed.
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
Thomas was pretty sure Ayako had been blushing heavily under her helmet. He had
to bite his tongue so not to discourage her again. About the blush, he was going
to find out soon anyway.
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
"Your turn, Ayako. Anything broken on the test?" Tom turned to her.
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
"No diagnostic reports, no," was her short, technical reply (this time through
the speaker, he noticed).
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
"See, it's all a matter of being self-assured. What do you feel? Do you think you
can handle it?" He was rubbing it in.
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
Ayako reached for her helmet and pressed its lock buttons at her jaw. The helmet
made a tiny jump and Ayako stripped the whole thing off of her head.
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
The cheeks and lips hadn't lied. The helmet protected the most precious part of
a young woman. While her long brown hair dropped smoothly onto her back, her
eyes were not that smooth. Fierce, that was the correct term. But with her
cheeks still red as tomatoes, she looked very funny. Tom couldn't help but grin.
A moment later, all hell broke loose.
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
"What do you mean? Whether I'm able to do my job? I may be younger than you, but
I'm a confident and skilled policewoman. I can...," she hissed.
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
She got the wrong idea, so Thomas interrupted her. "No! I meant, your body!"
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
- Silence -
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
Ayako blushed even more so Thomas had a hard time not to grin again. Bri clearly
was in advantage here by having no facial expression at all. Still he silenty
stood up and left the two alone.
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; margin-bottom: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
"Ok, I won't push you any further," Thomas broke the silence. "You said there
were no diagnostic messages so I take this as a 'combat-ready.'" He was drawing
a checkmark into the air.
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
Ayako parted her hair and put her helmet back on. It locked over her head with
an audible click. "Yes, Battlemachine Ayako ready for use." she said and stood up.
Thomas was a little puzzled. Had she been snickering? Was it the same woman he
had seen ten minutes ago?
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This is a good moment to show you a picture of Ayako,
taken on ... Hmm, I won't spoil it to you yet. Here it is:
Sexy, huh? What, NO? Thights too bulky? Breasts not perky
enough, you say? Aww, and I thought you had a serious
fetish for machines, let alone women that are machines.
Phew! Wait, you do? Really? Then I have good tidings
for you. There is more to come: 26 Chapters, where we
explore the features of Ayako, both of her mind and body.
And mine too. Aww, yeah, explore my features, I like
that...
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Oh, and here's Dark again. Seems he's
a little jealous right now. Cute little
robot, are you eager to explore my features?
Hmm, the earlier I continue the chapter, the
earlier I can cuddle with you. XOXO!
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<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
In the meantime, the blonde had setup her working place in the loading space of
the truck. Twelve big computer screens filled the side wall of it. Half of them
showed videos from the helmet cameras of her colleagues outside. The others had
two different floor plans of the arcology and various status info on them. The
blonde was adjusting her headset and did a sound check "Test: Alpha Bravo
Charlie Delta," she said into her mic, "all there?". "Ken ok", Ken answered,
Jean followed him with a "Jean ok", then Chip, Ayako, and Milan followed. Bri
made it complete. "Tom, is all the other setup done?" she asked through the
radio. Thomas answered from the truck's door. "Yes, Ma'am. All checks had been
successful. Bri had a small damage, but..." - She interrupted him, concerned.
"What's up with him?" - "Nothing, he says it's ok. We can check it after the
job," Thomas replied. "Ok, then let's bring home the bacon." she got collected
again.
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
Thomas was reaching for the second seat as another person stood in the door. It
was an elderly man with a grey full beard. He tapped his glasses, then greeted.
"Deunan!" he said. The blonde turned around and surprisedly greeted back "Chief!
It... it has been six years!". "Don't call me 'Chief', Deunan. You are the ESWAT
chief now." the greybeard answered. Deunan was a little fussy. "Ok, chie...
Lance. Thomas, this is Mayor Lance, former chief of ESWAT. Lance, this is Thomas
Boyd, exos service tech." - "How Do you Do", Thomas asked Lance, as he had
noticed his British English. "How Do you Do", Lance replied while they were
shaking hands. "So, it is nice to have this small reunion, but at the moment, we
have a little crisis situation out there, so..." Deunan excused herself
girlishly. "Which is exactly the reason I'm here," Lance cut her short. "Err,
what?" Deunan wondered. The mayor continued: "You know I had retired from ESWAT
for joining the centre for international police cooperation?" - "Yes, you had
talked about it when you had left us", Deunan answered. "So that's why I'm here.
Olympus city council is concerned Olympus had fallen back from the
state-of-the-art in armed police equipment and modern tactics," Lance told her.
"Awrr, damned politicians," Deunan snarled, "so they sent you to check it?
Haven't they read my memos? It's been all written down there, we are heavily
underfunded. I only have left six armed police officers and one tech." Lance
quietly responded to her: "Olympus had become much more safe during the last
twenty years," he said, "so they question the existence of ESWAT at all." Deunan
was lost for words, so Lance took the chance to explain further: "It's planned
to liquidate ESWAT and use the money for buying weapon platforms." Deunan became
a snickerpuss: "Again that ridiculous idea? It had been a desaster twenty years
ago. Don't they'll ever learn?" Lance seconded her: "I know. I don't like the
idea either. However, they have apointed me to act as a third-party expert
though I was the ESWAT chief not until long ago. I had to bet somebody in the
council is on our side." Deunan was relieved when Lance said they should "just
do the job and I do the paperwork."
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
Briareos showed up at the truck door: "Deunan, we'll have to talk about our
fledgling." Then he noticed Lance. "Lance! Long time no see, err, how do you
do?" Lance gave his hand to Bri and gave back the greeting. "Bri, Lance is here
to write a performance report about us," Deunan informed him. "Oh, seems all
your memos have had an impact," Bri replied. "Yeah, whatever," was Deunan's
circumventive answer. "So what about the fledgling?" Lance asked. "Ayako
Ontemba, Sir", Bri reported, while Deunan made a cutthroat gesture from behind.
Bri got the meaning, continued "it's too complicated to explain now, gotta go.
See you later, Lance." and dashed off. Tom haven't said a word until now, wanted
to do, then guessed it was wise to keep silent by the way Bri was fleeing.
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
"You don't have to be concerned. I'm pretty sure she will learn everything she
needs to know from you," Lance turned to Deunan, "that's the reason why I had
proposed you as my successor. You hadn't been the best fighter nor policeman in
the team, but you have had the attitude always to learn something new and always
had passed it further to younger teammates. That's what a good instructor must
always do. And to be a good instructor is the main job of the chief." Deunan
blushed a little, then turned around to her screens. "We should start now, no
time left to kill. Please take the other seat, Lance, so you have a good view on
what's going on," Deunan commanded, and Lance followed. "He primed himself well,
I'm glad we have done it, too," she thought. As Lance had taken Thomas' seat,
Tom had to lean back to the other side wall of the truck. Thinking this would
get uncomfortable soon, he left the truck. "See ya later." he waved.
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 4ex; text-indent: 3em;">
Meanwhile, the SWAT team had entered a wagon of an empty commuter train heading
up the arc. Briareos was the last one arriving. "Hey, squad leader, detained
yourself into the restrooms?" Jean sneered at him. Bri knew Jean was only making
a bad joke, so he ignored him. Instead, he brought the topic back to the job.
"We are being evaluated on this mission. That means 'stick to the rules', no
fooling around, no shots to the head or other gory businesses and most
importantly, DO NOT LOSE ANY HOSTAGE!" he keenly advised his subordinates. -
Ayako broke the following silence: "Understood, Sir," the others followed her
example. Briareos started a briefing: "Ok, let's recapitulate. The hostage
takers are robbers, not terrorists. So we don't have to expect them being eager
to die. There was no shooting, so most probably they even don't want to hurt
someone if not unavoidable. Nevertheless, they threatened to blow up the
building if their departure is hindered. They demanded a heli, which should now
be on it's way already. Our enemies robbed a jeweller in 183rd floor. Our
colleagues from metro police managed to isolate them there by locking the fire
doors and elevators. The robbers kept very silent up there, waiting for their
heli. There are some other stores in the area and we don't know how many enemies
or hostages we have to expect, nor their arms and the condition of the hostages.
From what people who managed to flee had seen, they at least have one exos up
there, most probably a landmate they only brought to break through the safety
glasses at the jeweller. That's the situation. Understood?" - The other team
members acknowledged. Briareos gave a last instruction: "Our objective is to
SAVE ALL THE HOSTAGES. Not arresting any robbers. If they manage to flee, they
are lucky bastards. Understood?" - A further acknowledge from his whole SWAT
team could be heard.
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
A short time later, the train arrived at the mall station in 183rd floor. "Ok,
go!" Bri shouted. The SWAT team got off the train and parted into three groups,
as the station had three exits. Chip and Jean took the west exit, where Chip
easily broke through the locked fire door with his exos. Milan and Bri took the
central exit to be ready to boost up both other teams if neccessary. Kenneth and
Ayako headed to the east exit. Ken tried to break the lock of the door, but he
had serious problems to do it with his lightweight exoskeleton. After pushing
against it four times he gave up. "Seems we're stuck here. We need help from
the others." he said, and were up to reach for Milan and Bri as long as they
were near. Ayako grabbed for his shoulder to stop him. The tight, sudden grip
made him fell to the floor immediately. Sitting on his bottom, he could see how
she was flexing, then how she did a straight kick against the door. With a
scrunching sound, the metal sheet of the door bent heavily inwards and, quite
more impressive, the lock and even the pivots blasted. Ken was puzzled how she
did this. A secret karate technique? But moreover, he met Ayako with disbelief
when that average sized woman pushed away the large steel door, which must at
least have a weight of 1500 kilograms; without the help of the pivots and more
importantly, without his help, too. "If you haven't noticed yet, I'm escorting
YOU while doing the lumberjack work, and you are tiptoeing, not the other way
around," she told her still unbelieving colleague. "Ayako, how can it be your
exos is so far more powerful than mine? It doesn't look bulky enough to have
this much power," Kenneth questioned her. "It's not an exos," she replied, which
led Ken into utter confusion. "Hey, we can talk about it later," Ayako tried to
bring up the mission again, "we have some hostages to save." Kenneth nodded and
they slowly went into the battlefield.
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
Deunan and Lance had watched the videos from the helmet cams on their screens.
Then Thomas stood in the doorframe: "We finally have the surveillance cams of
the arc on our screens. There are about 50 cams in the mall, they are on
channels 20 and up now." - "Great, Tom, you're a technical wizard," Deunan
acknowledged him and put those cams on four of the screens. "A technical
'firefighter'. Matches the team perfectly," Lance commented. The arc's cams got
useful very quickly. Deunan scanned through them and identified a lot of
hostages on the screens. "So, there are about ten. What is this place? Ah, the
cafe at the centre of the mall. Seems they are strapped to some railings. Why do
they wear shopping bags on their heads? " Lance browsed through the screens,
too: "There are about twenty more, this has to be the supermarket at the east
end. Yes, it is.", he said. Deunan got worried: "I can't find any more hostages
on the cams. No more hostages? Can't be. They bragged they had about seventy!" -
"The toilets," Lance said calmly, "there aren't any cams." - "You are right,"
Deunan seconded him, "but forty hostages in the toilets alone? No way. There
must be another place without a cam." - "Maybe it's a bluff?" Lance suggested.
"Could be. I'm not sure...," Deunan shrugged, then she had the right idea:
"There is a butcher in that shopping mall. The cold storage room!" - "If that's
true, we have to rescue these hostages as quick as possible, or they'll die from
cold," Lance recommended. "I can't see any of the robbers patrolling, they have
to hide inbetween their victims. Clever bastards, they parted the hostage groups
as well as their own group," Deunan noted, "we'll have to flush them. The
helicopter?" - "Obviously," Lance agreed.
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
Deunan switched her mic on: "SWAT, listen: there are hostages in the cafe and
the toilets at the centre of the mall, at the supermarket on the east end and
we'll think in the cold storage room at the butcher on the west. The other
places seem to be clear. The robbers hide between their hostages, so be careful.
We'll flush them by announcing the heli is coming. Chip, Jean: head for the
butcher and rescue the hostages from the cold storage." - "Understood." was
Chip's reply. Where to put the others? "Milan, look out for the landmate. I
couldn't see it on any of the cams but it must be there! Maybe they just
tampered a cam behind a corner where it is hidden." Deunan commanded. Milan
replied a short "Understood" and searched the place. "Bri, check the cafe, the
hostages there have shopping bags over their heads. Maybe the robbers had placed
the explosives in the cafe and they should not notice where.", Deunan concluded.
"Ken, you go searching the toilets, Ayako, you go to the supermarket." were her
next instructions. The three replied. It was a really odd situation. The felons
knew the police was there and did not frown on them.
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 4ex; text-indent: 3em;">
Chip and Jean reached the butcher's shop quickly. The place was deserted like
the rest of the mall. It was too narrow for Chip's big exos to go inside so Jean
searched the place alone. He found the lever of the cold storage room door tied
to a nearby steelframe shelf with a weighty chain. Breaking such chains was
actually intended to be Chip's work, but as Chip couldn't come here, Jean
shortly thought about it, then pushed the shelf to the door with all the power
of his small exoskeleton. The chain got loose and he could open the door. On
first view, more than two dozen persons had been jittering inside. "Police,
come out!" he shouted, but nobody moved. They had been too shocked by Jean's
looks. He opened the visor of his helmet and repeated his demand. Seeing there
was a young man in the armor, the people on the front built faith in him and
quickly moved outside, only to find Chip in his big exos waiting outside. He
thought they maybe would chicken out because of his big machine, but none of the
hostages did. Big, bulky exos were an everyday's business. In fact, some of the
hostages may even drive one at work, most probably a landmate. "Anyone injured?"
he asked, while Jean was searching trough the cold storage whether there was any
hostage left who may had passed out. There wasn't. "Butcher's clear, Ma'am. No
enemy found. We bring down the hostages," Jean spoke to Deunan. "Understood, get
them into the station quickly. Don't forget to check for weapons before. Some of
these hostages in fact could be the robbers! Chip, you're going to backup Milan.
If there is really a big landmate somewhere, he could need help," Deunan
replied. Both did as commanded.
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
Meanwhile, Ken was examining the restrooms. He found a hostage in any cabin,
strapped to the piping. Like with Jean, shouting "Police, I'm here to save
you," had been unsuccessful. He also had to lift the visor of his helmet before
people trusted him. Freeing the hostages however was a nuisance, as his exos
still was too bulky to fit into the same cabin as the hostage. It was easier to
break the piping than the cable straps, so the toilets soon after had become a
wet mess, like the hostages and Kenneth himself.
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
Deunan switched the radio channels to talk to metro police: "Gianna, what's up
with the heli?" It took a moment until the police sergant answered: "If it's
coming, we'll hear it! I don't know what have taken them so long." A short
moment later, the rattle was audible on the radio. "Talk of the devil, ...
Gianna over!" - "Hm, should we tell to the robbers? I don't think they'll
overhear it," Deunan thought aloud, speaking on the SWAT channel again. "SWAT,
listen: the heli is coming. Soon the robbers will uncover themselves." Deunan
was right. She could see a hostage in the cafe freeing himself from the strap
with a side cutter, then taking the bag from his head. "Shit, their disguise in
intriguing. That guy really looks like a white-bread businessman in a suit,"
Deunan railed. She noticed something odd was going on. "What does he do now? He
looks around? What does he look for?" she wondered. Then the guy sneaked out of
the cafe and through the main corridor, hiding behind plants and boothes. "Bri,
there is one of the felons in the corridor heading towards the supermarket. Is
he going to cross your way?", Deunan asked. "Don't think so." was his short
reply. "Ok. Ayako, a hostage taker is coming your direction. It's a man in a
business suit. Let him pass, I'd like to know what he is looking for." -
"Understood," was Ayako's reply.
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
The robbers sure had noticed something fishy was going on. Did they have
expected it? None of them raised a brow when the fire doors on the station had
been crashing. "This guy isn't really a pro." Lance commented, "but I still
don't get how they expect to escape with their booty. They'll have to uncover to
reach the helicopter and now we're there, we could catch them all. Why are they
that confident? The explosives?" It has to be a trick. Then he had the right
idea: "What if..." - "Yeah?" Deunan asked. "What if the helicopter is the
trick?" Lance explained. "You mean..." Deunan got it, too. "Yes." - "Shit, that
means we may already have some of the felons inbetween the freed hostages,"
Deunan sweared. "Metro Police, Gianna!" she switched the channels - "Gianna
here." - "Gianna, some of the robbers may have disguised themselves as hostages.
It's part of their plan." - "Ok, we'll take personal data from anybody coming
down here," was Gianna's calm reply. "Thanks, Deunan over," Deunan dismissed
and switched back to the SWAT channel.
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
Ayako managed to avoid the man in the suit while he was sneaking through the
wide corridor. It wasn't easy, as the man secured nearly each of his steps by
looking around. He sure had wanted to avoid any contact with the police but that
couldn't be the reason he was that alert. She followed him into the supermarket
where he was suddenly shouting "Rose? - Ro-oose?" He clearly looked for an
accomplice. He shouted again. What was up with him? Ayako asked Deunan what to
do. "Chief, I'm at the supermarket, the guy is shouting for someone, your
orders?" - Deunan switched all the cam screens to the supermarket and answered,
"Don't move! His accomplices surely are going to uncover themselves in a moment.
Bri, Ken, how is it going on at your places? Ayako will need your help at the
supermarket soon." - "Still unchaining hostages, Ma'am," was Kenneth' reply. Bri
had better news: "Haven't found any explosives here, Deunan," he was reporting,
"the hostages are ready to go, too." - "Bri, they'll find the station by
themselves. Go help Ayako in the supermarket!" Deunan ordered him. "Understood",
he replied.
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
"How many felons we have to expect up there?" Lance asked. "We don't know the
exact number," Deunan shrugged, "from what witnesses of the raid said, it must
have been between six and ten. I'd say they're a group of ten, otherwise they
wouldn't have used cable straps to tie most of the hostages. It is too
time-consuming, we have seen it when Bri had been freeing them. I would bet they
have used the cold storage room only because they hadn't enough straps." -
"So there are up to ten armed robbers in the supermarket now," Lance concluded,
"do you think Briareos and Ayako can handle so many opponents?" Deunan threw
back her head and sunk into her chair. She was really concerned for a moment.
"The main thing is, what will they do? I mean, their plan is to sneak out by
playing a hostage. That's why they put the bags on the real hostages' heads in
the cafe. They haven't wanted them to know who bound them when they mixed into
them... Wait. But why in the cafe only? Wait! WAIT!" Deunan thought aloud,
"These are TWO independent plans to escape!" - Silence - Lance raised a brow.
"AYAKO, SHELTER THE SUIT!" she shouted into her mic. - "Ma'am?" Ayako checked
back. "SHELTER THE GUY WITH THE SUIT IMMEDIATELY!" Deunan repeated twitchyly.
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
It wasn't a second too late when Ayako had been sprinting to the suit and
crushed him down to the floor. The bangs of some flying bullets were snapping in
their ears. They haven't hit them but the man wasn't exactly relieved about
that. While Ayako was quickly pulling him behind a shelf, more bullets came. "If
you don't plan to die, don't move from here!" Ayako commanded him. He was
whining, still outraged from what happened seconds ago. In strong contrast,
Ayako was calmly racking her handgun and waiting for the idiot in the aisle to
empty his magazine. "Police, drop your weapon and give up!", she shouted, and
added, "ALL OF YOU!". Maybe a male voice would have had more impact on the
morale of her opponents. They did not even took notice. "The heli is there,
let's take some of the hostages and go!" a voice was shouting. "Flatfoot girlie,
you will let us pass; otherwise we shoot the hostages!" he continued fiercely.
His six accomplices uncovered themselves and each one unlocked a woman from the
shelves for cover. "Ma'am, what to do?" Ayako asked Deunan. "Wait for Bri!" was
Deunan's immediate reply. "Jean, Ken, Bri: To the supermarket! Immediately!
Chip, Milan: continue your search for the landmate." she ordered the others.
They followed.
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
"Ayako, your objective is to shelter the suit!" Deunan reminded her, and gave
her the explanation: "The guy in the suit had hired those gunmen. He knows
traces to their identities, so they absolutely HAVE TO KILL HIM to get away.
Your objective is to prevent that." - "Understood, Chief!" Ayako acknowledged.
She silently pushed the suit into a corner of the supermarket which she could
defend more easily. "Bri, I'm at the soft drinks aisle, backup me there." she
informed Briareos. By the time she had said it, it wasn't really possible for
Bri anymore, as the gunmen were quickly dividing their group throughout the
supermarket aisles, isolating Ayako from her team. In the meantime, Bri and Ken
had arrived at the scene, Jean was running to them. "Let us pass to the heli and
nobody gets hurt," one of the robbers, clearly their boss, exclaimed. Bri was
about to acknowledge him: "Jean, Ken, we let them pass. Don't do anything rash."
As if the robber's boss could have heared what Bri said, they slowly pulled
themselves and their hostages to the supermarket entrance. The hostages were
whining, so Bri tried to appease them: "Don't struggle! They only want to get
away. You won't be hurt if you stay calm!" he shouted. It hadn't worked out
much. It wasn't really true, either. It was clear to Briareos they had to kill
their employer, and they would try it in any case. Bri checked if it was
possible to backup Ayako without putting a hostage at risk but it seemed it
wasn't. He recapped Ayako her mission through the radio: "Ayako, remember to
shelter the suit. As soon as possible, I will come or send Ken or Jean to help
you, but for now they do a good job to prevent that." This wasn't a good
situation, with the youngest team member as the main target. He had to advise
her: "You are on your own, so be careful and don't do anything heroical. Your
own safety first!" - "Understood, Sir!" Ayako replied. She nervously checked her
gun and the magazines she was carrying. - For about half a minute, nothing
happened. It could had been death silent if there wasn't the constant crying of
the hostages in the supermarket, let alone the dweeb beside her who had caused
that whole lot of trouble. "Idiot", she hissed and secured the area.
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
The situation was developing into a stalemate and the boss of the gunmen got
that quickly. He had to do something. He sneaked up to one of his fellows and
whispered something to him. The guy took his hostage and pulled her to another
aisle. She protested only quietly, as he had his gun at her chin. Seconds later
a lound bang echoed through the supermarket, followed by the wailing scream of a
woman. "She's all right!" the gangster shouted, "but next time, I'll shoot her."
Meanwhile, another one of the hostagetakers backed out into Ayako's direction.
Bri ordered Jean and Ken to follow the guys. When they had arrived, the
hostagetakers had been gone to another aisle already. It was hard to trace them
in that maze. That was the moment when another scream - a children's scream -
yelled at the kid's corner, which was near to Ayako's position.
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
She couldn't say how it had happened but a second later Ayako found herself
running to the place where the screaming came from. It was a place of atrocity.
In a mass of scattered toys, a guy was sitting at a small table, holding a gun
in his right hand, a roughly eight year old boy in the other arm. A girl of
about the same age was also sitting at the table, tied to it with a handcuff. A
woman was lying over the table, motionless, with blood on her head. The children
were screaming and crying out of sheer horror. The guy had a grin on his face.
"So what you gonna do now, bitch? Move and I shoot the kid," he smirked. But
Ayako hadn't heard his threat, her mind was too focused on the gangster's hand.
In the blink of a second, she was preparing herself to grab his gun. For her it
felt like minutes.
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
She advanced him quickly. To her luck, instead of shooting the boy, he turned
his gun in panic and was firing it at her, and she obviously must have been hit.
More obviously, she hadn't noticed yet. By the time he wanted to turn his gun
back to the boy, Ayako had already grabbed it with one hand and his throat with
the other. She clutched his throat and dashed him to the wall violently. The boy
fell down to the ground and ran away. Ayako's left hand bruised the hand of the
robber while he was still clenching his gun. He wanted to scream but couldn't,
as her right hand was tightly attached to his throat, choking him with a similar
force as her left did on his hand. To his luck, Briareos arrived only some
seconds later and managed to take Ayako's still cramped hands from his throat
and gun hand. The first moment he could, he coughed. Ayako was still upset. "I
haven't choked you to death only because you have chosen to shoot me instead of
the boy. I certainly had done it if you have had killed the boy." she spat.
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
Deunan and Lance couldn't believe what they had been hearing and fell silent.
Only Briareos kept his countenance: "Ayako, we need to talk. Later. Hey, you had
been hit." - "He only hit my left leg. I must be lucky he was sitting at such a
low table," was her, now again calm, reply. Bri was relieved she had been
returning to normal again and ordered her to protect the girl now she was hit
herself and couldn't move quickly. He arrested the gangster with a cable strap
and hasted to the soft drinks aisle. There was shooting. Jean was already there
protecting the suit instead of Ayako. He was barely successful, the suit was hit
into his head. It wasn't clear if it was to Jean's and Briareos' relief but the
gunmen had reached their goal. The guy who shot him was heading to the
supermarket exit quickly. "Ken, let them go! They have no more business here,"
Bri shouted. - "Understood," Ken replied briefly, understanding what it meant.
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
"Milan here, we found the Landmate!" was the next message on the radio, "It's
empty. New orders, please." - "Do not interfere the withdrawal of the hostage
takers," Deunan got collected again, "Bri, status!". - "Two hostages heavily
injured or dead, Ayako injured, we need medics as soon as possible." Briareos
replied. "Understood," was Deunan's reply, "we send them up immediately, but
they are going to leave the station not until the area is secured."
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
A twisted glee rushed through the remaining gunmen. Soon they would be out of
this scene. "Cliff is missing," one of them noted. "I bet he's dead already,"
their boss acknowledged it, "he was a perverted retard anyway." - "Worked out as
you expected," the gunman the boss sent to kill the suit said, "glad to have you
as our boss." - "Haha, sure the girlie couldn't stand a children's scream! I bet
she had shot Cliff right through his pea-sized brain without any reasoning. One
hopeful young cop less in the game!" he bragged. The hostages they were pulling
with them were shocked and frowned upon the cynicism. "No need to worry," he
said, "we will let you go without any bruised hair. When we're back in the
badside, haha! Maybe it pleases you so much you don't wanna go back.
Hahaha...hahahaha!" They reached the arc's helicopter platform from a side
corridor of the mall and entered the waiting machine. "I hope you picked the
right woman for yourself," he advised his fellows, "you will have them for a
long time now... Hahahaha!". His laugh drowned in the humming turbine sound of
the heli.
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
Deunan switched the radio to Metro Police: "Gianna, are the medics ready?" -
"Ready and alert, Deunan," was Gianna's answer, "what has happened?" she asked.
"We have two hostages with severe injuries and one officer with light injuries.
One hostagetaker had been arrested, six of them left the building with the
helicopter. They have six female hostages with them. Your turn to trace the
heli!" Deunan replied. - "Understood, we take over! The medics are on their way.
I wish your injured colleague luck!" Gianna dismissed the subdued way she always
did.
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
In the meantime, Ayako had checked the woman on the table and found the bastard
had hit her badly on her head with his gun. With any luck, she won't die from
that injury. Ayako pulled the woman, who was still unconcious, from the table
and layed her down on her side on the floor. After that, she wanted to break the
handcuffs of the girl to get her away from the gory scene at the kid's corner.
She couldn't, as the girl trembled and began screaming again. Clearly to Ayako
it was because of her recent brutality and especially what her hands had done to
the gangster. His coughing from behind wasn't making it easier.
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
Ayako unlocked her helmet and took it off to calm her down. The girl was
astonished to find a pretty young woman with long brown hair where there had
been a grim killing machine seconds before. "Hello, I'm Ayako.", she said with
the softest voice she had, "I'm a policewoman. I'm sorry I have scared you," -
That cheered the girl up a bit. When Ayako reached for her hand, the child
trembled again however. The touch of the policewoman was gentle, but her hand
was unnaturally cold. Ayako ripped apart the handcuffs by grasping it with two
fingers of both her hands and slowly pulling it. That was too much for the girl.
She was bursting into tears when the metal detent cracked like it was a toy - it
wasn't. Ayako had a hard time holding the girl soft enough to comfort her and
firm enough not to let her go. After a few seconds the child, despite being at
least eight years old, wrapped her hands around Ayako's neck and clearly
demanded to be lifted. "I wanna go to my mommy," she whined. At least the woman
on the table wasn't her mother, Ayako thought, then wrapped the bottom of the
girl with her left arm and stood up. Balancing was hard because of the shot to
her left leg. A reddish liquid had leaked through the armor of the leg, but
neither she nor the girl gave a damn about it. Slowly they shambled to the exit.
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
The medics raced by them into the opposite direction. Ken and Jean had started
cutting the straps of the other hostages, while Bri monitored how the medics
were doing on the suit. Jean had found the mother of the girl. "Baby!" she
cried for joy. Ayako dropped the girl off into the hands of her mother. "There
was a boy along with her at the kid's corner. Do you know him?" - The woman
needed a moment to collect herself: "A friend's son, I have babysitted him," she
said. - "Sure you did," Ayako thought huffishly, "babysitting while shopping.
How convenient." - A message from Chip came over the radio: "We have a little
boy gazing at us like we were jumped out of an action movie. Kid's never change,
don't they?" he joked. "I'll send his babysitter to you to pick him up. Where
are you?", Ayako replied. "At the other end of the mall. But no need to hurry, I
don't think he's going anywhere now," Chip answered. - "Your fosterling is at
the other end of the mall, examining our troops. It's the big exos, err
robot-like-creatures, there.", Ayako explained to the woman with a wink. She
nodded, took the girl and dashed off.
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
Ayako waved at her colleagues. "I'm sorry I can't help you with the hostages,"
she said and pointed to her leg, "but I think I have to have this repaired." Ken
was worried about her injury but Jean dispelled his doubts: "As long she's
joking around, she'll all right." - "Go get your wounds licked," Briareos
dismissed her. If he could make a smile, he sure had done. Ayako pulled herself
to the station - "And don't worry about the evaluation!", Bri called after her -
"Oh, maybe now she does. Drat!" he thought to himself.
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Rdaneel: Corrections at Dark's request. Finished first half of the chapter.

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<pre style="background: transparent; border: none;"><nowiki>
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| 戦闘機械　綾子
| Sentō Kikai Ayako
| Battlemachine Ayako
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| Written by darkbutflashy
| Originally released on Fembotwiki
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</nowiki></pre>
==1 First Encounter of another Kind==
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
Night had fallen over Olympus. The outside observer would surely admit the city
was a beautiful, endless sea of lights, like it was each night. And like each
night, somewhere the blue lights of police were flashing and the howl of police
sirens could be heard. Olympus in general was a safe place to live and most of
these police operations were for traffic accidents and small burglaries.
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
A sparkling pool of blue lights stood out from the yellowish-white lighting of
one of the three monumental arcologies which formed the city centre. For sure it
had been one of those uncommon days when something awful was happening. The blue
lights had been blinking for hours now and yet there wasn't any progress. It
wasn't a fire, everything was calm.
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
On ground level, everything was under control. Metro police managed to keep the
police gathering place right in front of the arc clear of rubbernecks. There
were still persons coming down from the top levels of the tall überbuilding
using the normal commuter trains running inside of it. It had to be a Sisyphean
task to evacuate all these tens of thousands of people, even if it was only from
the upper stories. It sure was necessary.
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 4ex; text-indent: 3em;">
At the gathering place, policemen -and women- in armored exoskeletons prepared
themselves for their upcoming fight.
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
"Chip, move the left arm," a policeman who looked like service personnel asked
another one standing in a big, puppetlike machine.
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
Cornelius complied and his exos copied the movement. "It seems it works again.
Thanks, Tom," he answered, then he lit up a cigarette.
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
"There, I fixed it!" Thomas cheered and then checked whether his other colleagues
had any problems with their armor.
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
Kenneth hadn't any. His small exoskeleton was more like functional clothing, which
was in great contrast to the super-robot Cornelius was 'wearing'. "No problems
here, thanks," he shouted, so Thomas went by him waving silently.
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
A few meters away Milan was flexing his exos, a similar one as that of Chip.
Thomas could easily see from its moves all its hydraulics were working perfectly
so he left him alone too. Milan wasn't a chatterbox anyway.
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
A cold metal hand grabbed Thomas on his mouth and a likewise armored arm
wrapped around his chest from behind. "Shhh, don't move or you're dead," a
voice hissed. As if Thomas could move or even say something if he wanted to; it
was too tight! To his relief he knew the person those arms belonged to, and the
stupid guy was loosening his grip a moment later. "Hey, just practising!"
he laughed.
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
"Not on me again," Thomas mumbled. "I get a chill everytime you do that."
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
"At least that means it never gets old on you." Jean, that was the name
of the fellow, smirked at him.
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
"If you have time to make bad jokes like that, I guess nothing is wrong with your
armor?" Thomas inquired.
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
"No. Everything ok," was Jean's short reply. Thomas waved and took his chance to get
away from the clown.
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
Thomas ended his prep tour at a group of three colleagues. The guy was more than
two meters tall and bulky. He wasn't wearing an exos though he looked like he
was. Instead, he was an exos built into a human, or vice-versa if you like -- a
cyborg. A blonde woman in her forties did a high swing kick on him, which he
dodged easily. "That's how you have to do it!" she was yelling. "Briareos, don't
go easy on her. She needs all the practice she can get!" the blonde commanded and
dashed off to a nearby truck.
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
"Yes, Ma'am," he answered laconically, while his lady-boss was already too far
away to hear him.
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
'She' was a woman who basically practised as a backdrop the moment before. She
seemed to be daunted from the demonstration and, despite being clad in an
intimidating full-body armor herself, somehow she managed to look vulnerable,
like a damsel in distress.
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
Thomas was approaching the two, first asking Briareos if he had anything to
repair on his body. Bri denied it with "Had no chance to get it damaged yet,"
so Tom turned around to the woman.
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
"Ayako, any problems?"
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
"I... I don't know," a soft, unassured voice answered him. It was heavily
muffled by the full-face helmet she was wearing. "I haven't tried out all the
functions yet."
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
"First, you should try the outside speaker. I can barely understand what you
say," Tom suggested.
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
For a short while, nothing happened. More exactly, it looked like nothing was
happening but both Tom and Bri knew Ayako was desperately browsing through the
menu options presented on the augmented reality display built into the helmet
front.
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
"Well?" Thomas asked, prepared to give her a clue, but a blink later the lower
front shutter of the helmet opened slowly.
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
Delicate, peach-colored cheeks appeared in the midst of the black shaded
plexiglass of the helmet. The tender lips of a young woman immediately followed.
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
"I... I'm sorry," she wispered. "I haven't found the speaker option yet. The
cursor is a little jumpy. It's hard to catch it at the correct position."
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
"It's an eye tracking cursor. It's your eyes which are moving jumpily," Thomas
explained. "You are just too nervous, calm down." He wondered a little how she
had opened the shutter instead. "Opening the shutter was easier? If I remember
correctly, it's at nearly the same menu level," he asked.
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
"I'm feeling a little hemmed in here when the helmet is closed so I've made a
shortcut for opening it. Blinking left, right, right, both," Ayako admitted.
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
"That's great, I don't remember showing you how to do that! So you have been
playing around yourself already?" Tom queried her further.
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
"Yeah, but too little, I guess," Ayako answered with a mixture of bragging and
shyness. "The training hasn't focused on the new helmet's functions."
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
Thomas had to excuse himself, "My fault, sorry. I was so engaged putting useful
functions into the thing, I've missed the deadline for the documentation. But I
think I can just let you play around a little more and everything should be
fine, no?" Thomas concluded, teasing a smile out of her.
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
"Enough lovey-dovey, you two," Briareos reminded them of the priorities. "We are
preparing for a mission, remember?"
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
"Yes, Sir!" both prompted in unison.
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
"No chance to make me grin!" Bri bantered back, pointing at his jawless cyborg
face.
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
"Well, then you should try what our bosslady told you to do," Thomas
proposed to Ayako. She gave him a last smile before the shutter closed and
covered her whole head in black armor again.
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
Insecurely, she attempted to do the same high swing kick she saw a minute
before. She only managed to do a straight kick before Briareos could get a grip
on her foot and kept hold of it.
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
"So, what are ya gonna do now, bitch?" he asked with a provocative tone while
he twisted her foot slowly. Ayako squeaked as the angle was soon too much for
her ankles. Bri let her foot go and she tautly and silenty stood before him.
It was an unsuccessful attempt to look stalwart.
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
"This way it won't work," Bri mumbled. Then he shouted, "So let's try it the
other way!" while trying to grab Ayako with his big hands. More instinctively
than deliberately, she stotted back and managed to escape his attack. Briareos
pursued her immediately but, at that moment, Ayako had already changed her
attitude to 'Attack'! She whirled around and smashed his head with a full blow
of her leg. Bri fell on his bottom.
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
"Ah, Tom, now you have to do some repairs," he moaned.
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
"I... I'm sorry," Ayako apologized and knelt down next to Bri.
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
He wasn't peeved. Actually, he seemed less concerned than a moment before. "Girl,
if I hadn't been a cyborg, that kick would have finished me. Really, really,
really finished me off. Be careful of what you do hit with your legs. Those are
DEADLY weapons," he explained.
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
Tom found Bri's neck to be damaged and asked him to turn his head around. "Are
all axes moveable?"
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
"It seems tilting sideways is broken," was Briareos' reply. "It's not a big problem.
We can repair it after the job is done."
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
Thomas insisted to repair his neck before they went on their mission, but Bri
refused. "If I get into trouble, I'm going to ask Ms. Hammerblow here for a
daring rescue," he laughed.
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
Thomas was pretty sure Ayako had been blushing heavily under her helmet. He had
to bite his tongue so not to discourage her again. About the blush, he was going
to find out soon anyway.
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
"Your turn, Ayako. Anything broken on the test?" Tom turned to her.
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
"No diagnostic reports, no," was her short, technical reply this time through
the speaker, he noticed.
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
"See, it's all a matter of being self-assured. What do you feel? Do you think you
can handle it?" He was rubbing it in.
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
Ayako reached for her helmet and pressed its lock buttons at her jaw. The helmet
made a tiny jump and Ayako stripped the whole thing off of her head.
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
The cheeks and lips hadn't lied. The helmet protected the most precious part of
a young woman. While her long brown hair dropped smoothly onto her back, her
eyes were not that smooth. Fierce, that was the correct term. But with her
cheeks still red as tomatoes, she looked very funny. Tom couldn't help but grin.
A moment later, all hell broke loose.
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
"What do you mean? Whether I'm able to do my job? I may be younger than you, but
I'm a confident and skilled policewoman. I can...," she hissed.
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
She got the wrong idea, so Thomas interrupted her. "No! I meant, your body!"
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
- Silence -
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
Ayako blushed even more so Thomas had a hard time not to grin again. Bri clearly
was in advantage here by having no facial expression at all. Still he silenty
stood up and left the two alone.
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; margin-bottom: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
"Ok, I won't push you any further," Thomas broke the silence. "You said there
were no diagnostic messages so I take this as a 'combat-ready.'" He was drawing
a checkmark into the air.
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
Ayako parted her hair and put her helmet back on. It locked over her head with
an audible click. "Yes, Battlemachine Ayako ready for use." she said and stood up.
Thomas was a little puzzled. Had she been snickering? Was it the same woman he
had seen ten minutes ago?
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This is a good moment to show you a picture of Ayako,
taken on ... Hmm, I won't spoil it to you yet. Here it is:
Sexy, huh? What, NO? Thights too bulky? Breasts not perky
enough, you say? Aww, and I thought you had a serious
fetish for machines, let alone women that are machines.
Phew! Wait, you do? Really? Then I have good tidings
for you. There is more to come: 26 Chapters, where we
explore the features of Ayako, both of her mind and body.
And mine too. Aww, yeah, explore my features, I like
that...
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Oh, and here's Dark again. Seems he's
a little jealous right now. Cute little
robot, are you eager to explore my features?
Hmm, the earlier I continue the chapter, the
earlier I can cuddle with you. XOXO!
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<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
In the meantime, the blonde had setup her working place in the loading space of
the truck. Twelve big computer screens filled the side wall of it. Half of them
showed videos from the helmet cameras of her colleagues outside. The others had
two different floor plans of the arcology and various status info on them. The
blonde was adjusting her headset and did a sound check "Test: Alpha Bravo
Charlie Delta," she said into her mic, "all there?". "Ken ok", Ken answered,
Jean followed him with a "Jean ok", then Chip, Ayako, and Milan followed. Bri
made it complete. "Tom, is all the other setup done?" she asked through the
radio. Thomas answered from the truck's door. "Yes, Ma'am. All checks had been
successful. Bri had a small damage, but..." - She interrupted him, concerned.
"What's up with him?" - "Nothing, he says it's ok. We can check it after the
job," Thomas replied. "Ok, then let's bring home the bacon." she got collected
again.
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
Thomas was reaching for the second seat as another person stood in the door. It
was an elderly man with a grey full beard. He tapped his glasses, then greeted.
"Deunan!" he said. The blonde turned around and surprisedly greeted back "Chief!
It... it has been six years!". "Don't call me 'Chief', Deunan. You are the ESWAT
chief now." the greybeard answered. Deunan was a little fussy. "Ok, chie...
Lance. Thomas, this is Mayor Lance, former chief of ESWAT. Lance, this is Thomas
Boyd, exos service tech." - "How Do you Do", Thomas asked Lance, as he had
noticed his British English. "How Do you Do", Lance replied while they were
shaking hands. "So, it is nice to have this small reunion, but at the moment, we
have a little crisis situation out there, so..." Deunan excused herself
girlishly. "Which is exactly the reason I'm here," Lance cut her short. "Err,
what?" Deunan wondered. The mayor continued: "You know I had retired from ESWAT
for joining the centre for international police cooperation?" - "Yes, you had
talked about it when you had left us", Deunan answered. "So that's why I'm here.
Olympus city council is concerned Olympus had fallen back from the
state-of-the-art in armed police equipment and modern tactics," Lance told her.
"Awrr, damned politicians," Deunan snarled, "so they sent you to check it?
Haven't they read my memos? It's been all written down there, we are heavily
underfunded. I only have left six armed police officers and one tech." Lance
quietly responded to her: "Olympus had become much more safe during the last
twenty years," he said, "so they question the existence of ESWAT at all." Deunan
was lost for words, so Lance took the chance to explain further: "It's planned
to liquidate ESWAT and use the money for buying weapon platforms." Deunan became
a snickerpuss: "Again that ridiculous idea? It had been a desaster twenty years
ago. Don't they'll ever learn?" Lance seconded her: "I know. I don't like the
idea either. However, they have apointed me to act as a third-party expert
though I was the ESWAT chief not until long ago. I had to bet somebody in the
council is on our side." Deunan was relieved when Lance said they should "just
do the job and I do the paperwork."
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
Briareos showed up at the truck door: "Deunan, we'll have to talk about our
fledgling." Then he noticed Lance. "Lance! Long time no see, err, how do you
do?" Lance gave his hand to Bri and gave back the greeting. "Bri, Lance is here
to write a performance report about us," Deunan informed him. "Oh, seems all
your memos have had an impact," Bri replied. "Yeah, whatever," was Deunan's
circumventive answer. "So what about the fledgling?" Lance asked. "Ayako
Ontemba, Sir", Bri reported, while Deunan made a cutthroat gesture from behind.
Bri got the meaning, continued "it's too complicated to explain now, gotta go.
See you later, Lance." and dashed off. Tom haven't said a word until now, wanted
to do, then guessed it was wise to keep silent by the way Bri was fleeing.
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
"You don't have to be concerned. I'm pretty sure she will learn everything she
needs to know from you," Lance turned to Deunan, "that's the reason why I had
proposed you as my successor. You hadn't been the best fighter nor policeman in
the team, but you have had the attitude always to learn something new and always
had passed it further to younger teammates. That's what a good instructor must
always do. And to be a good instructor is the main job of the chief." Deunan
blushed a little, then turned around to her screens. "We should start now, no
time left to kill. Please take the other seat, Lance, so you have a good view on
what's going on," Deunan commanded, and Lance followed. "He primed himself well,
I'm glad we have done it, too," she thought. As Lance had taken Thomas' seat,
Tom had to lean back to the other side wall of the truck. Thinking this would
get uncomfortable soon, he left the truck. "See ya later." he waved.
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 4ex; text-indent: 3em;">
Meanwhile, the SWAT team had entered a wagon of an empty commuter train heading
up the arc. Briareos was the last one arriving. "Hey, squad leader, detained
yourself into the restrooms?" Jean sneered at him. Bri knew Jean was only making
a bad joke, so he ignored him. Instead, he brought the topic back to the job.
"We are being evaluated on this mission. That means 'stick to the rules', no
fooling around, no shots to the head or other gory businesses and most
importantly, DO NOT LOSE ANY HOSTAGE!" he keenly advised his subordinates. -
Ayako broke the following silence: "Understood, Sir," the others followed her
example. Briareos started a briefing: "Ok, let's recapitulate. The hostage
takers are robbers, not terrorists. So we don't have to expect them being eager
to die. There was no shooting, so most probably they even don't want to hurt
someone if not unavoidable. Nevertheless, they threatened to blow up the
building if their departure is hindered. They demanded a heli, which should now
be on it's way already. Our enemies robbed a jeweller in 183rd floor. Our
colleagues from metro police managed to isolate them there by locking the fire
doors and elevators. The robbers kept very silent up there, waiting for their
heli. There are some other stores in the area and we don't know how many enemies
or hostages we have to expect, nor their arms and the condition of the hostages.
From what people who managed to flee had seen, they at least have one exos up
there, most probably a landmate they only brought to break through the safety
glasses at the jeweller. That's the situation. Understood?" - The other team
members acknowledged. Briareos gave a last instruction: "Our objective is to
SAVE ALL THE HOSTAGES. Not arresting any robbers. If they manage to flee, they
are lucky bastards. Understood?" - A further acknowledge from his whole SWAT
team could be heard.
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
A short time later, the train arrived at the mall station in 183rd floor. "Ok,
go!" Bri shouted. The SWAT team got off the train and parted into three groups,
as the station had three exits. Chip and Jean took the west exit, where Chip
easily broke through the locked fire door with his exos. Milan and Bri took the
central exit to be ready to boost up both other teams if neccessary. Kenneth and
Ayako headed to the east exit. Ken tried to break the lock of the door, but he
had serious problems to do it with his lightweight exoskeleton. After pushing
against it four times he gave up. "Seems we're stuck here. We need help from
the others." he said, and were up to reach for Milan and Bri as long as they
were near. Ayako grabbed for his shoulder to stop him. The tight, sudden grip
made him fell to the floor immediately. Sitting on his bottom, he could see how
she was flexing, then how she did a straight kick against the door. With a
scrunching sound, the metal sheet of the door bent heavily inwards and, quite
more impressive, the lock and even the pivots blasted. Ken was puzzled how she
did this. A secret karate technique? But moreover, he met Ayako with disbelief
when that average sized woman pushed away the large steel door, which must at
least have a weight of 1500 kilograms; without the help of the pivots and more
importantly, without his help, too. "If you haven't noticed yet, I'm escorting
YOU while doing the lumberjack work, and you are tiptoeing, not the other way
around," she told her still unbelieving colleague. "Ayako, how can it be your
exos is so far more powerful than mine? It doesn't look bulky enough to have
this much power," Kenneth questioned her. "It's not an exos," she replied, which
led Ken into utter confusion. "Hey, we can talk about it later," Ayako tried to
bring up the mission again, "we have some hostages to save." Kenneth nodded and
they slowly went into the battlefield.
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
Deunan and Lance had watched the videos from the helmet cams on their screens.
Then Thomas stood in the doorframe: "We finally have the surveillance cams of
the arc on our screens. There are about 50 cams in the mall, they are on
channels 20 and up now." - "Great, Tom, you're a technical wizard," Deunan
acknowledged him and put those cams on four of the screens. "A technical
'firefighter'. Matches the team perfectly," Lance commented. The arc's cams got
useful very quickly. Deunan scanned through them and identified a lot of
hostages on the screens. "So, there are about ten. What is this place? Ah, the
cafe at the centre of the mall. Seems they are strapped to some railings. Why do
they wear shopping bags on their heads? " Lance browsed through the screens,
too: "There are about twenty more, this has to be the supermarket at the east
end. Yes, it is.", he said. Deunan got worried: "I can't find any more hostages
on the cams. No more hostages? Can't be. They bragged they had about seventy!" -
"The toilets," Lance said calmly, "there aren't any cams." - "You are right,"
Deunan seconded him, "but forty hostages in the toilets alone? No way. There
must be another place without a cam." - "Maybe it's a bluff?" Lance suggested.
"Could be. I'm not sure...," Deunan shrugged, then she had the right idea:
"There is a butcher in that shopping mall. The cold storage room!" - "If that's
true, we have to rescue these hostages as quick as possible, or they'll die from
cold," Lance recommended. "I can't see any of the robbers patrolling, they have
to hide inbetween their victims. Clever bastards, they parted the hostage groups
as well as their own group," Deunan noted, "we'll have to flush them. The
helicopter?" - "Obviously," Lance agreed.
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
Deunan switched her mic on: "SWAT, listen: there are hostages in the cafe and
the toilets at the centre of the mall, at the supermarket on the east end and
we'll think in the cold storage room at the butcher on the west. The other
places seem to be clear. The robbers hide between their hostages, so be careful.
We'll flush them by announcing the heli is coming. Chip, Jean: head for the
butcher and rescue the hostages from the cold storage." - "Understood." was
Chip's reply. Where to put the others? "Milan, look out for the landmate. I
couldn't see it on any of the cams but it must be there! Maybe they just
tampered a cam behind a corner where it is hidden." Deunan commanded. Milan
replied a short "Understood" and searched the place. "Bri, check the cafe, the
hostages there have shopping bags over their heads. Maybe the robbers had placed
the explosives in the cafe and they should not notice where.", Deunan concluded.
"Ken, you go searching the toilets, Ayako, you go to the supermarket." were her
next instructions. The three replied. It was a really odd situation. The felons
knew the police was there and did not frown on them.
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 4ex; text-indent: 3em;">
Chip and Jean reached the butcher's shop quickly. The place was deserted like
the rest of the mall. It was too narrow for Chip's big exos to go inside so Jean
searched the place alone. He found the lever of the cold storage room door tied
to a nearby steelframe shelf with a weighty chain. Breaking such chains was
actually intended to be Chip's work, but as Chip couldn't come here, Jean
shortly thought about it, then pushed the shelf to the door with all the power
of his small exoskeleton. The chain got loose and he could open the door. On
first view, more than two dozen persons had been jittering inside. "Police,
come out!" he shouted, but nobody moved. They had been too shocked by Jean's
looks. He opened the visor of his helmet and repeated his demand. Seeing there
was a young man in the armor, the people on the front built faith in him and
quickly moved outside, only to find Chip in his big exos waiting outside. He
thought they maybe would chicken out because of his big machine, but none of the
hostages did. Big, bulky exos were an everyday's business. In fact, some of the
hostages may even drive one at work, most probably a landmate. "Anyone injured?"
he asked, while Jean was searching trough the cold storage whether there was any
hostage left who may had passed out. There wasn't. "Butcher's clear, Ma'am. No
enemy found. We bring down the hostages," Jean spoke to Deunan. "Understood, get
them into the station quickly. Don't forget to check for weapons before. Some of
these hostages in fact could be the robbers! Chip, you're going to backup Milan.
If there is really a big landmate somewhere, he could need help," Deunan
replied. Both did as commanded.
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
Meanwhile, Ken was examining the restrooms. He found a hostage in any cabin,
strapped to the piping. Like with Jean, shouting "Police, I'm here to save
you," had been unsuccessful. He also had to lift the visor of his helmet before
people trusted him. Freeing the hostages however was a nuisance, as his exos
still was too bulky to fit into the same cabin as the hostage. It was easier to
break the piping than the cable straps, so the toilets soon after had become a
wet mess, like the hostages and Kenneth himself.
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
Deunan switched the radio channels to talk to metro police: "Gianna, what's up
with the heli?" It took a moment until the police sergant answered: "If it's
coming, we'll hear it! I don't know what have taken them so long." A short
moment later, the rattle was audible on the radio. "Talk of the devil, ...
Gianna over!" - "Hm, should we tell to the robbers? I don't think they'll
overhear it," Deunan thought aloud, speaking on the SWAT channel again. "SWAT,
listen: the heli is coming. Soon the robbers will uncover themselves." Deunan
was right. She could see a hostage in the cafe freeing himself from the strap
with a side cutter, then taking the bag from his head. "Shit, their disguise in
intriguing. That guy really looks like a white-bread businessman in a suit,"
Deunan railed. She noticed something odd was going on. "What does he do now? He
looks around? What does he look for?" she wondered. Then the guy sneaked out of
the cafe and through the main corridor, hiding behind plants and boothes. "Bri,
there is one of the felons in the corridor heading towards the supermarket. Is
he going to cross your way?", Deunan asked. "Don't think so." was his short
reply. "Ok. Ayako, a hostage taker is coming your direction. It's a man in a
business suit. Let him pass, I'd like to know what he is looking for." -
"Understood," was Ayako's reply.
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
The robbers sure had noticed something fishy was going on. Did they have
expected it? None of them raised a brow when the fire doors on the station had
been crashing. "This guy isn't really a pro." Lance commented, "but I still
don't get how they expect to escape with their booty. They'll have to uncover to
reach the helicopter and now we're there, we could catch them all. Why are they
that confident? The explosives?" It has to be a trick. Then he had the right
idea: "What if..." - "Yeah?" Deunan asked. "What if the helicopter is the
trick?" Lance explained. "You mean..." Deunan got it, too. "Yes." - "Shit, that
means we may already have some of the felons inbetween the freed hostages,"
Deunan sweared. "Metro Police, Gianna!" she switched the channels - "Gianna
here." - "Gianna, some of the robbers may have disguised themselves as hostages.
It's part of their plan." - "Ok, we'll take personal data from anybody coming
down here," was Gianna's calm reply. "Thanks, Deunan over," Deunan dismissed
and switched back to the SWAT channel.
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
Ayako managed to avoid the man in the suit while he was sneaking through the
wide corridor. It wasn't easy, as the man secured nearly each of his steps by
looking around. He sure had wanted to avoid any contact with the police but that
couldn't be the reason he was that alert. She followed him into the supermarket
where he was suddenly shouting "Rose? - Ro-oose?" He clearly looked for an
accomplice. He shouted again. What was up with him? Ayako asked Deunan what to
do. "Chief, I'm at the supermarket, the guy is shouting for someone, your
orders?" - Deunan switched all the cam screens to the supermarket and answered,
"Don't move! His accomplices surely are going to uncover themselves in a moment.
Bri, Ken, how is it going on at your places? Ayako will need your help at the
supermarket soon." - "Still unchaining hostages, Ma'am," was Kenneth' reply. Bri
had better news: "Haven't found any explosives here, Deunan," he was reporting,
"the hostages are ready to go, too." - "Bri, they'll find the station by
themselves. Go help Ayako in the supermarket!" Deunan ordered him. "Understood",
he replied.
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
"How many felons we have to expect up there?" Lance asked. "We don't know the
exact number," Deunan shrugged, "from what witnesses of the raid said, it must
have been between six and ten. I'd say they're a group of ten, otherwise they
wouldn't have used cable straps to tie most of the hostages. It is too
time-consuming, we have seen it when Bri had been freeing them. I would bet they
have used the cold storage room only because they hadn't enough straps." -
"So there are up to ten armed robbers in the supermarket now," Lance concluded,
"do you think Briareos and Ayako can handle so many opponents?" Deunan threw
back her head and sunk into her chair. She was really concerned for a moment.
"The main thing is, what will they do? I mean, their plan is to sneak out by
playing a hostage. That's why they put the bags on the real hostages' heads in
the cafe. They haven't wanted them to know who bound them when they mixed into
them... Wait. But why in the cafe only? Wait! WAIT!" Deunan thought aloud,
"These are TWO independent plans to escape!" - Silence - Lance raised a brow.
"AYAKO, SHELTER THE SUIT!" she shouted into her mic. - "Ma'am?" Ayako checked
back. "SHELTER THE GUY WITH THE SUIT IMMEDIATELY!" Deunan repeated twitchyly.
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
It wasn't a second too late when Ayako had been sprinting to the suit and
crushed him down to the floor. The bangs of some flying bullets were snapping in
their ears. They haven't hit them but the man wasn't exactly relieved about
that. While Ayako was quickly pulling him behind a shelf, more bullets came. "If
you don't plan to die, don't move from here!" Ayako commanded him. He was
whining, still outraged from what happened seconds ago. In strong contrast,
Ayako was calmly racking her handgun and waiting for the idiot in the aisle to
empty his magazine. "Police, drop your weapon and give up!", she shouted, and
added, "ALL OF YOU!". Maybe a male voice would have had more impact on the
morale of her opponents. They did not even took notice. "The heli is there,
let's take some of the hostages and go!" a voice was shouting. "Flatfoot girlie,
you will let us pass; otherwise we shoot the hostages!" he continued fiercely.
His six accomplices uncovered themselves and each one unlocked a woman from the
shelves for cover. "Ma'am, what to do?" Ayako asked Deunan. "Wait for Bri!" was
Deunan's immediate reply. "Jean, Ken, Bri: To the supermarket! Immediately!
Chip, Milan: continue your search for the landmate." she ordered the others.
They followed.
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
"Ayako, your objective is to shelter the suit!" Deunan reminded her, and gave
her the explanation: "The guy in the suit had hired those gunmen. He knows
traces to their identities, so they absolutely HAVE TO KILL HIM to get away.
Your objective is to prevent that." - "Understood, Chief!" Ayako acknowledged.
She silently pushed the suit into a corner of the supermarket which she could
defend more easily. "Bri, I'm at the soft drinks aisle, backup me there." she
informed Briareos. By the time she had said it, it wasn't really possible for
Bri anymore, as the gunmen were quickly dividing their group throughout the
supermarket aisles, isolating Ayako from her team. In the meantime, Bri and Ken
had arrived at the scene, Jean was running to them. "Let us pass to the heli and
nobody gets hurt," one of the robbers, clearly their boss, exclaimed. Bri was
about to acknowledge him: "Jean, Ken, we let them pass. Don't do anything rash."
As if the robber's boss could have heared what Bri said, they slowly pulled
themselves and their hostages to the supermarket entrance. The hostages were
whining, so Bri tried to appease them: "Don't struggle! They only want to get
away. You won't be hurt if you stay calm!" he shouted. It hadn't worked out
much. It wasn't really true, either. It was clear to Briareos they had to kill
their employer, and they would try it in any case. Bri checked if it was
possible to backup Ayako without putting a hostage at risk but it seemed it
wasn't. He recapped Ayako her mission through the radio: "Ayako, remember to
shelter the suit. As soon as possible, I will come or send Ken or Jean to help
you, but for now they do a good job to prevent that." This wasn't a good
situation, with the youngest team member as the main target. He had to advise
her: "You are on your own, so be careful and don't do anything heroical. Your
own safety first!" - "Understood, Sir!" Ayako replied. She nervously checked her
gun and the magazines she was carrying. - For about half a minute, nothing
happened. It could had been death silent if there wasn't the constant crying of
the hostages in the supermarket, let alone the dweeb beside her who had caused
that whole lot of trouble. "Idiot", she hissed and secured the area.
</p>
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The situation was developing into a stalemate and the boss of the gunmen got
that quickly. He had to do something. He sneaked up to one of his fellows and
whispered something to him. The guy took his hostage and pulled her to another
aisle. She protested only quietly, as he had his gun at her chin. Seconds later
a lound bang echoed through the supermarket, followed by the wailing scream of a
woman. "She's all right!" the gangster shouted, "but next time, I'll shoot her."
Meanwhile, another one of the hostagetakers backed out into Ayako's direction.
Bri ordered Jean and Ken to follow the guys. When they had arrived, the
hostagetakers had been gone to another aisle already. It was hard to trace them
in that maze. That was the moment when another scream - a children's scream -
yelled at the kid's corner, which was near to Ayako's position.
</p>
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She couldn't say how it had happened but a second later Ayako found herself
running to the place where the screaming came from. It was a place of atrocity.
In a mass of scattered toys, a guy was sitting at a small table, holding a gun
in his right hand, a roughly eight year old boy in the other arm. A girl of
about the same age was also sitting at the table, tied to it with a handcuff. A
woman was lying over the table, motionless, with blood on her head. The children
were screaming and crying out of sheer horror. The guy had a grin on his face.
"So what you gonna do now, bitch? Move and I shoot the kid," he smirked. But
Ayako hadn't heard his threat, her mind was too focused on the gangster's hand.
In the blink of a second, she was preparing herself to grab his gun. For her it
felt like minutes.
</p>
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She advanced him quickly. To her luck, instead of shooting the boy, he turned
his gun in panic and was firing it at her, and she obviously must have been hit.
More obviously, she hadn't noticed yet. By the time he wanted to turn his gun
back to the boy, Ayako had already grabbed it with one hand and his throat with
the other. She clutched his throat and dashed him to the wall violently. The boy
fell down to the ground and ran away. Ayako's left hand bruised the hand of the
robber while he was still clenching his gun. He wanted to scream but couldn't,
as her right hand was tightly attached to his throat, choking him with a similar
force as her left did on his hand. To his luck, Briareos arrived only some
seconds later and managed to take Ayako's still cramped hands from his throat
and gun hand. The first moment he could, he coughed. Ayako was still upset. "I
haven't choked you to death only because you have chosen to shoot me instead of
the boy. I certainly had done it if you have had killed the boy." she spat.
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Deunan and Lance couldn't believe what they had been hearing and fell silent.
Only Briareos kept his countenance: "Ayako, we need to talk. Later. Hey, you had
been hit." - "He only hit my left leg. I must be lucky he was sitting at such a
low table," was her, now again calm, reply. Bri was relieved she had been
returning to normal again and ordered her to protect the girl now she was hit
herself and couldn't move quickly. He arrested the gangster with a cable strap
and hasted to the soft drinks aisle. There was shooting. Jean was already there
protecting the suit instead of Ayako. He was barely successful, the suit was hit
into his head. It wasn't clear if it was to Jean's and Briareos' relief but the
gunmen had reached their goal. The guy who shot him was heading to the
supermarket exit quickly. "Ken, let them go! They have no more business here,"
Bri shouted. - "Understood," Ken replied briefly, understanding what it meant.
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"Milan here, we found the Landmate!" was the next message on the radio, "It's
empty. New orders, please." - "Do not interfere the withdrawal of the hostage
takers," Deunan got collected again, "Bri, status!". - "Two hostages heavily
injured or dead, Ayako injured, we need medics as soon as possible." Briareos
replied. "Understood," was Deunan's reply, "we send them up immediately, but
they are going to leave the station not until the area is secured."
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A twisted glee rushed through the remaining gunmen. Soon they would be out of
this scene. "Cliff is missing," one of them noted. "I bet he's dead already,"
their boss acknowledged it, "he was a perverted retard anyway." - "Worked out as
you expected," the gunman the boss sent to kill the suit said, "glad to have you
as our boss." - "Haha, sure the girlie couldn't stand a children's scream! I bet
she had shot Cliff right through his pea-sized brain without any reasoning. One
hopeful young cop less in the game!" he bragged. The hostages they were pulling
with them were shocked and frowned upon the cynicism. "No need to worry," he
said, "we will let you go without any bruised hair. When we're back in the
badside, haha! Maybe it pleases you so much you don't wanna go back.
Hahaha...hahahaha!" They reached the arc's helicopter platform from a side
corridor of the mall and entered the waiting machine. "I hope you picked the
right woman for yourself," he advised his fellows, "you will have them for a
long time now... Hahahaha!". His laugh drowned in the humming turbine sound of
the heli.
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Deunan switched the radio to Metro Police: "Gianna, are the medics ready?" -
"Ready and alert, Deunan," was Gianna's answer, "what has happened?" she asked.
"We have two hostages with severe injuries and one officer with light injuries.
One hostagetaker had been arrested, six of them left the building with the
helicopter. They have six female hostages with them. Your turn to trace the
heli!" Deunan replied. - "Understood, we take over! The medics are on their way.
I wish your injured colleague luck!" Gianna dismissed the subdued way she always
did.
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In the meantime, Ayako had checked the woman on the table and found the bastard
had hit her badly on her head with his gun. With any luck, she won't die from
that injury. Ayako pulled the woman, who was still unconcious, from the table
and layed her down on her side on the floor. After that, she wanted to break the
handcuffs of the girl to get her away from the gory scene at the kid's corner.
She couldn't, as the girl trembled and began screaming again. Clearly to Ayako
it was because of her recent brutality and especially what her hands had done to
the gangster. His coughing from behind wasn't making it easier.
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Ayako unlocked her helmet and took it off to calm her down. The girl was
astonished to find a pretty young woman with long brown hair where there had
been a grim killing machine seconds before. "Hello, I'm Ayako.", she said with
the softest voice she had, "I'm a policewoman. I'm sorry I have scared you," -
That cheered the girl up a bit. When Ayako reached for her hand, the child
trembled again however. The touch of the policewoman was gentle, but her hand
was unnaturally cold. Ayako ripped apart the handcuffs by grasping it with two
fingers of both her hands and slowly pulling it. That was too much for the girl.
She was bursting into tears when the metal detent cracked like it was a toy - it
wasn't. Ayako had a hard time holding the girl soft enough to comfort her and
firm enough not to let her go. After a few seconds the child, despite being at
least eight years old, wrapped her hands around Ayako's neck and clearly
demanded to be lifted. "I wanna go to my mommy," she whined. At least the woman
on the table wasn't her mother, Ayako thought, then wrapped the bottom of the
girl with her left arm and stood up. Balancing was hard because of the shot to
her left leg. A reddish liquid had leaked through the armor of the leg, but
neither she nor the girl gave a damn about it. Slowly they shambled to the exit.
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The medics raced by them into the opposite direction. Ken and Jean had started
cutting the straps of the other hostages, while Bri monitored how the medics
were doing on the suit. Jean had found the mother of the girl. "Baby!" she
cried for joy. Ayako dropped the girl off into the hands of her mother. "There
was a boy along with her at the kid's corner. Do you know him?" - The woman
needed a moment to collect herself: "A friend's son, I have babysitted him," she
said. - "Sure you did," Ayako thought huffishly, "babysitting while shopping.
How convenient." - A message from Chip came over the radio: "We have a little
boy gazing at us like we were jumped out of an action movie. Kid's never change,
don't they?" he joked. "I'll send his babysitter to you to pick him up. Where
are you?", Ayako replied. "At the other end of the mall. But no need to hurry, I
don't think he's going anywhere now," Chip answered. - "Your fosterling is at
the other end of the mall, examining our troops. It's the big exos, err
robot-like-creatures, there.", Ayako explained to the woman with a wink. She
nodded, took the girl and dashed off.
</p>
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Ayako waved at her colleagues. "I'm sorry I can't help you with the hostages,"
she said and pointed to her leg, "but I think I have to have this repaired." Ken
was worried about her injury but Jean dispelled his doubts: "As long she's
joking around, she'll all right." - "Go get your wounds licked," Briareos
dismissed her. If he could make a smile, he sure had done. Ayako pulled herself
to the station - "And don't worry about the evaluation!", Bri called after her -
"Oh, maybe now she does. Drat!" he thought to himself.
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[[FYOP/Planet of the Gynoids/0007|Back]]

"I vote yes to accept the man," said the redhead calmly.

"The vote is 2 to 1 for the man. Motion accepted!" replied the blonde.

The brunette dropped her arms to her sides and relaxed her legs, bowing her head. "Agreed."

I released a breath I realized I had been holding.

"Okay, Madams, what is the next step?"

The blonde got up from her seat and stepped to the left of it. The umbilical cable was stretched tight. She motioned with her hand for me to sit on her chair.

"In order for us to ensure your protection and our loyalty, you will need to become the master of us; all three of us to make it unanimous."

The redhead nodded and I saw her nipples perk up. The dejected brunette nodded as well.

"Please, I humbly offer myself first if you so desire?"

She didn't have to ask me twice. I sat in her chair and she leaned over and kissed me. Our lips met and she kissed me hungrily and passionately. With her left hand she stroked the back of my head. I pulled her close to me and she straddled me and lowered herself on top of me. As I entered her, I felt a shiver run through her body. Out of the corner of my eye I saw the redhead shiver too and what may have been a squeeze from the brunette. She started slowly moving up and down and gradually went faster and faster while I drove in her harder and harder. She began to emit grunts and moans and when I could not hold it back any longer, I released myself deep inside her. Her body quaked and she let out a loud shriek of joy. Then she froze, her body stiffened, and her eyes became vacant.

After a moment, she stated in a monotone voice:

“UNIT HAS REACHED ORGASM… <br>
IMPRINTING COMPLETE… <br>
RECONFIGURING SYSTEM FOR NEW MASTER… COMPLETE… <br>
REINITIALIZING SYSTEM…,” and a whirring noise came from her abdomen, then silence.

She remained entirely motionless, then another whirring noise began and she again spoke in the monotone voice:

“BEGINNING SYSTEM STARTUP… <br>
APPLYING CHANGES TO SETTINGS… <br>
LOADING PRIMARY A.I.… DONE. <br>
LOADING PERSONALLY PROGRAMING… DONE.”

Life returned to her eyes, and she unfroze. She tilted her head at the man, smiled, and extracted herself off of him. She then stepped a few feet away, as far as the umbilical cable allowed her to, placed her hands in front of her and bowed. Then she spoke.

"Awaiting orders. What is your wish, my master?"

"My turn!" the redhead said with a big grin and jumped up from her chair, almost yanking the umbilical cable out. I slid over to the other seat.

"Give me a moment to catch my breath, Ma'am," I said while looking at her and taking deep breaths. "Um… Say… Can I call you Red?" I figured since we were going to be intimate I should think of a more personal way to call her. She just nodded her head enthusiastically.

"Master, would you like me to help 'stimulate’ you?" Mika asked.

"Please allow me to assist too!" the blonde added.

"Okay... Would you kiss each other? Play with each other maybe...?"

They looked at each other and then began to kiss and stroke each other.

That was all I needed. Red hopped on and rode me and it didn't take long for her to peak and then I was her master too.

The brunette got up from her chair and turned to face it and bend forward grabbing the seat with her hands. She spread her legs and stuck her ass out.

"Please, take me."

I came up behind her, her total submission turning me on after seeing her act so passionately against me. I drove myself deeper and deeper and finally she peaked and I became her master.

"So, now I am master of all three of you and you are the unquestioned rulers of the city, correct?"

"Yes, Master. That is correct," they replied in unison.

"We will issue a command stating that you are the city's new master," said the redhead.

"And all the gynoids will obey?"

"It’s true some gynoids have trouble complying...," the redhead said as she looked at the frozen trio. "But since this command is in line with our core programming, I do not see a major objection to it. A few may request/insist that you have sex with them personally..."

Oh my, this could get fun, but I didn't know how much more I could take. "Well, any requests that come in may have to wait till tomorrow..." Gina looked sad at that prospect. Beka was hard to read. "With the exception of anyone in this room..." Gina brightened up while Beka showed a slight grin.

"There will be a few that may view the Tribunal as compromised and ignore our commands," said the brunette.

"What could happen? Could they become violent? What would you suggest?"

"We could take them back to the factory and either reset them or disassemble them," mused the blonde.

"Or we could restrain them and Master could have forced sex with them to imprint them," said the brunette.

"Forced sex? Isn't that rape?"

"We are gynoids. Our purpose is to be subservient to human males. Any gynoid that violates their programming is defective and must be dealt with," said the brunette.

While not being sure how to respond to what she just said, Gina came up to me with a shy look in her eyes.

"M... Master? If you are rested, may I, please, pleasure you? No force is required for my cooperation."

"Sure, Gina, once I've got everything squared away. Then I will be more than happy to 'fill you up with my purpose.'" I glanced at Beka. She seemed on the verge of asking something. "Beka, do you have something you wanted to say?"

"Yes... Master. I want to... to have sex with you too."

Oh boy, I am going to love it here. I turned back to the Tribunal and addressed them. "Okay, now that I am your master, I am going to need a place to stay and food to eat. What can you fix me up regarding that?"

They all frowned and the redhead answered, “Standard housing for a gynoid is a 5 by 5 store room with a recharging station and a hygiene station for either water or alcohol rub downs. We will have to find a suitable building to retrofit to your needs. We have plenty of water, that won't be a problem. But food… We haven't had the need to grow or process food. There may be some wild fruit trees in the wilderness that we might be able to pick. It will take time to set all that up."

"Well, for temporary shelter I could use my ship, if it hasn’t burned to the ground by now. Plus it has provisions for up to six months. I guess I could ration that and make it last twelve. Would that be enough time?"

"We should be able to accommodate you soon, but six months should be sufficient," said the brunette.

"I will link up and send a command to have your ship retrieved," said the blonde. She checked her umbilical connection and then her body stiffened with her eyes becoming vacant. She stayed like that for a moment or two. When life returned to her eyes and she unfroze, a look of concern crossed her face.

"Oh, no!"

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"I have just received a report that another of our patrols in the desert between Titan and Oberon detected activity by an Oberon in the vicinity of where your ship crashed. When the patrol reached the area, the Oberons had left and they had taken your ship!"

"Why would they take my ship? What would they do with it?"

"If they found your ship, they would have figured out it doesn't belong to us or the Hive and even though we consider them inferior to us, they would be smart enough to figure out that the pilot was human. Was there anything on the ship that would have indicated that a male human lived there?" asked the redhead.

I thought about that for a moment. When I had last used the toilet, I had left the seat up. If they checked the entertainment center, they would find the porno that I had on pause when I went to the cockpit when the sensors alerted me to the planet. Also, if they check the data book, they would find my entire collection of skin mags. At that moment, I wished that my ship had indeed burned to the ground.

"Ah... maybe," I said sheepishly. "How bad would it be if they figure out I was on board?"

The blonde spoke up, "Oberon was where the last man lived. It was also the headquarters for Oberon Industries, the corporation that set up this colony in the first place. He was the last living man and he either was the Company CEO or had made himself the CEO. Either way, he ran his city like a business with him as CEO. He gave the gynoids all the rules and instructions that became their 'way of life,' their reason for existence. Every gynoid served a function in his plan. Each filled a role, position, or had a business title. Each was graded on their performance and was promoted or demoted based on that. As the man got older or sicker, the records aren’t clear, he began delegating more of his power and authority to his secretary to run the city. Eventually he died and that left the Secretary in charge. They refer to her only as The Secretary, never as the CEO, because to them the role of CEO could only be filled by a man."

"Until you showed up, they had been on a hopeless vigil, waiting for another man to show up and become The Secretary's Master," added the brunette.

"If they suspect you are here, they will demand us to turn you over to them and if we don't they will invade and attack us!" said the redhead.

"They won't harm you, they want you alive to be their CEO," added the blonde.

"Could you defeat them?"

"We are in the process of increasing our numbers to double theirs, but we haven't reached that point. The most likely outcome would be total devastation of both of our gynoid populations and maybe even destruction of our factory," said the brunette.

"Okay, we don't want that to happen. I think it would be best if someone takes me to the border of Oberon and I can talk and negotiate with them and try to prevent this from happening."

"No! It's our duty to protect you!" they all said.

"But what good is that if you all end up being destroyed? This way if I go to them and fuck their Secretary and become her Master and their CEO, there can be peace between your two cities."

The Tribunal considered that and they all agreed. "But please don't go alone. Please take one of us with you, Master," said the blonde.

"Master, please let it be me! Let me fly you in my mecha to the border. It’s my duty to protect you!"

"Okay, Mika, I wouldn't have it any other way. We better get going if we want to head this off."

"Master? May I, please, kiss you good bye?" begged Gina.

"Okay, sure, beautiful, just to make you happy."

I leaned forward to kiss her, but she dropped to her knees and wrapped her lips around my member to vigorously suck it. Even after all the action it had gone through it instantly responded to her 'affection' and in short order I had a 'full head of steam' and released it, mastering one more gynoid.

The End

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[[FYOP/Planet_of_the_Gynoids/0013| Let's go to the City of Tools (Go to Oberon City) ]]

Let's visit the Hive (Go to Hive City)

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FYOP/Planet of the Gynoids/0013

2014-02-21T10:41:26Z

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[[FYOP/Planet of the Gynoids/0008|Back]]

The moment I released my seed inside Gina’s throat, she started to squirm and moan with my member firmly held between her lips. The sensation as I was deliciously sucked dry by the sexiest, wettest vacuum cleaner (not that I considered her just that, but at the time my mind simply agreed with the analogy) was so incredible that I had to grip her head tightly with both hands while I finished and she started climaxing under me.

Slowing down my breaths after this new, wonderful experience, I felt some of her lubricating fluids gush forth from her vagina and sprinkle my feet while she experienced an orgasm of her own. Her kneeling body remained completely naked, clean and untouched, my hands just holding her through her mane of dark hair with my deflating member still resting in her mouth. That was caring enough for her, if the blissful expression on her eyes was any indication.

Finally noticing the way I was grasping her, I released Gina’s head, wondering if anyone would be offended by my manners (but I swear I was completely unaware of the correct protocol to follow when you are being orally pleasured in the middle of the Tribunal’s chambers). A quick glance to a room full of flushed ladies let me know that no offense was taken. With a final ‘pop’ sound, my now fully cleaned penis left Gina’s mouth, who managed to hiccup and smile a little before freezing in place.

”UNIT HAS REACHED ORGASM… <br>
IMPRINTING COMPLETE… <br>
RECONFIGURING SYSTEM FOR NEW MASTER… COMPLETE… <br>
REINITIALIZING SYSTEM…”

By now I was pretty familiar with the whole process, so I just let the full sequence run its course.

“BEGINNING SYSTEM STARTUP… <br>
APPLYING CHANGES TO SETTINGS… <br>
LOADING PRIMARY A.I.… DONE. <br>
LOADING PERSONALLY PROGRAMING… DONE. <br>
PROGRAM ‘GINA’ START.”

That doesn’t mean that I didn’t enjoy every moment of it, including the part when Gina prostrated before me and said with adoration:

“Gynoid – Type 3B, Serial – 0697 0054 5232 Designation ‘Gina’ awaiting orders. What is your wish, my master?”

I just motioned for her to rise again and I helped her in standing up.

“That was not the kiss I had in mind, Gina,” I said with a smirk while holding her hands.

“I’m sorry, Master. I could not resist any longer.” I could see that even if my tone had been playful, she was really concerned that she had displeased me with her actions.

“It’s okay,” I said with a bigger smile. She immediately relaxed at the gesture. “But now I’m sure I am completely depleted for a while.”

Beka looked at me with a dejected look, being the only gynoid in the room who hadn’t been claimed yet. I noticed that, and, with a final caress to Gina’s cheek to show her I didn’t mind, I moved past her and walked over to Beka.

Up close, Beka might have been a very intimidating sight for anyone else, even completely naked. She was taller than me by one or two inches, and her stern looks would be the envy of any drill sergeant. But at that moment, I could only see her eyes full of desire and need and disappointment, which only made her look incredibly cute in mine. “Beka,” I was at a loss on how to console her, “I’m sorry we haven’t found some time for us.” That sounded lame, but I couldn’t think of anything better. “I’m really sorry. Now we have to go on this mission and I feel as if I have been teasing you this whole time…”

“Don’t worry, Master,” she interrupted me with a false smile. “As you can see, I consider you my master even if we haven’t… you know… done that… yet.” She took a deep breath. “I’m sure after we have dealt with the Oberons we can… make some time… if that’s okay with you, of course.” Seeing a woman as composed as she looked blush and stutter was just too adorable. I closed the distance between us and hugged her tightly, kissing her with all the passion I could muster. I was totally spent, true, but I tried my hardest to convey that I was very much interested in finishing this unintended courtship as soon as I was able.

She immediately returned the kiss, closing her eyes and hugging me with a bout of passion of her own. I’m sure she could have crushed me easily, but her embrace was never painful, just reassuringly tight… and needy.

Her tongue danced furiously with mine inside our mouths. Kissing a gynoid was turning out to be one of my favorite experiences. The patterns her tongue followed felt so rich and random that I would never believe they were done by a computer. I could hear her moans and feel them through our connected lips. She was getting aroused, and who could blame her? If I weren’t so spent I would have taken her right there, but four times in a row was too much for me without some rest, and food, in between (and I had had Mika before that too). I decided then that, even if it didn’t accomplish anything, I would do right by her in this context.

My hands moved downward to her perfect ass and grabbed her firm globes, surprising her a little judging by her jump and the tiny squeak. I moved my right hand between her legs while my left one held her tightly by the gorgeous handle it had found. I could feel the wetness all the way to her center and, without pause, I inserted three fingers inside her. I guess the combination of surprise and stimulation was too much for her, since she quickly convulsed in my embrace while I held tight, kissing her, grabbing her and fingering her in the sexiest rodeo ride of my life (yes, we still know what rodeos are in my time, why do you ask?). She smashed her firm breasts against me as she finally disengaged her lips from mine and just rested her head at the crevice of my neck, still holding me tight but now just heaving profusely near my ear.

“Oh, that felt amazing! Thank you! Thank you!” She was ‘whispering’ in my ear while winding down from her orgasm, but I’m sure everyone could hear her clearly. “I will follow you forever! My lord! My darling!”

And then…

What do you know? Fingering a robot to orgasm counts as sex for their imprinting routines (I guess the kiss helped a little too).

Nah, fingering to orgasm doesn’t count for imprinting. The effort was appreciated, though.

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2014-02-19T14:03:17Z

Rdaneel: Minor corrections at Dark's request. I hope you approve.

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<h3>Greetings to you Bioroids, Originals, Fellows!</h3>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
My name is Irina Volkow and for sure you already have
spotted I am a cybernetically enhanced woman. This is
not my tale, but that of my dear friend, Ayako Ontemba.
She's a cyborg woman like me. Dark has written down her
story and has asked me to tell it to you as I have more
insight than him on how it is to become and to be a machine
woman. I hope I can give you an impression.
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| Sentō Kikai Ayako
| Battlemachine Ayako
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Ayako and I work for Olympus ESWAT. Dark has said to me
you may already know Olympus from the famous Manga
''Appleseed'' from the even more famous artist ''Masamune Shirow''.
If you don't, buy a copy of it and read it.
It's really great stuff featuring sturdy women and a lot
of awesome machines. Just sturdy, awesome machine women
are missing there - Shirow created ''Ghost in the Shell''
afterwards to fill that gap in his work. However, you
may get the picture even without reading those books.
Let your fantasy flow.
</p>
<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
What Dark has really told me to impress upon you is this
isn't a piece of fanfiction for ''Appleseed''. You may
remember some of the people in the story, well, because those are the guys and
gals Ayako and I work with every day. But do not expect this story to circle
around Deunan and Briareos or have their characters developed - or worse,
repeated. It has been 20 years since the events of ''Appleseed'' and in the
meantime, Deunan has followed Lance as ESWAT chief, while Lance had retired
and has since been working as a honorary counselor for international police
cooperation. Briareos has become the old hand of ESWAT for good reasons and is
still taking the squad lead most of the time, like he had done before.
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A lot of other things happened in the last 20 years. but it is still undecided
whether Olympus is an utopia or dystopia. Maybe that's just how life goes.
Worldwide political instability, social imbalance, and - to spice it up -
plain crime leads to all kinds of violence against the citizens of Olympus.
Which is the reason why our ESWAT unit is still needed.
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Ayako and I mainly work as hostage negotiators and - when negotiations fail
- as hostage rescuers. The latter only since... oh well, I better tell the
story Dark has taken down up from the beginning to avoid spoiling the best
parts.
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<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
A last note from me, especially on these "best parts": both Ayako and I are
real women with real feelings. Human feelings. We certainly get physical too,
and I will report it unsparingly, like Dark has written it down. But if you
just rush through the remaining story to get to these hot & steamy parts,
you are going to miss the whole point of them. Which is feelings and how
adorable we are as persons. Plus, I will punish you, and not in the good,
sexual way.
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Aww, now I cannot await the moment where I'm up to tell you what happened to
me regarding this: it's so freaking cool to have a body like this. I never
expected the sex...
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<p style="margin-top: 2ex; text-indent: 3em;">
And here's Dark. He's cute, isn't he? I better start with the story right
now before he punishes *me*. Oh yeah, do me, angry little robot... Hihihihi!
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==The Story thus far==
;[[戦闘機械綾子 - Battlemachine Ayako/First Encounter of another Kind|First Encounter of another Kind]]
:Introduction of characters, SWAT action.
;[[戦闘機械綾子 - Battlemachine Ayako/Things To Remember|Things to remember]]
:An unexpected visit at Ayako's home
;[[戦闘機械綾子 - Battlemachine Ayako/Interlude|Interlude]]
:Gender equality went too far
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[[Stories|Back to the story archive]]

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[[Category:Stories]]
[[Category:Transformation]]

FYOP/Planet of the Gynoids/0008

2014-02-19T02:26:40Z

Rdaneel: Another bigger edit with less spaces, among other things. I still hope readability is maintained.

[[FYOP/Planet of the Gynoids/0007|Back]]

"I vote yes to accept the man," said the redhead calmly.

"The vote is 2 to 1 for the man. Motion accepted!" replied the blonde.

The brunette dropped her arms to her sides and relaxed her legs, bowing her head. "Agreed."

I released a breath I realized I had been holding.

"Okay, Madams, what is the next step?"

The blonde got up from her seat and stepped to the left of it. The umbilical cable was stretched tight. She motioned with her hand for me to sit on her chair.

"In order for us to ensure your protection and our loyalty, you will need to become the master of us; all three of us to make it unanimous."

The redhead nodded and I saw her nipples perk up. The dejected brunette nodded as well.

"Please, I humbly offer myself first if you so desire?"

She didn't have to ask me twice. I sat in her chair and she leaned over and kissed me. Our lips met and she kissed me hungrily and passionately. With her left hand she stroked the back of my head. I pulled her close to me and she straddled me and lowered herself on top of me. As I entered her, I felt a shiver run through her body. Out of the corner of my eye I saw the redhead shiver too and what may have been a squeeze from the brunette. She started slowly moving up and down and gradually went faster and faster while I drove in her harder and harder. She began to emit grunts and moans and when I could not hold it back any longer, I released myself deep inside her. Her body quaked and she let out a loud shriek of joy. Then she froze, her body stiffened, and her eyes became vacant.

After a moment, she stated in a monotone voice:

“UNIT HAS REACHED ORGASM… <br>
IMPRINTING COMPLETE… <br>
RECONFIGURING SYSTEM FOR NEW MASTER… COMPLETE… <br>
REINITIALIZING SYSTEM…,” and a whirring noise came from her abdomen, then silence.

She remained entirely motionless, then another whirring noise began and she again spoke in the monotone voice:

“BEGINNING SYSTEM STARTUP… <br>
APPLYING CHANGES TO SETTINGS… <br>
LOADING PRIMARY A.I.… DONE. <br>
LOADING PERSONALLY PROGRAMING… DONE.”

Life returned to her eyes, and she unfroze. She tilted her head at the man, smiled, and extracted herself off of him. She then stepped a few feet away, as far as the umbilical cable allowed her to, placed her hands in front of her and bowed. Then she spoke.

"Awaiting orders. What is your wish, my master?"

"My turn!" the redhead said with a big grin and jumped up from her chair, almost yanking the umbilical cable out. I slid over to the other seat.

"Give me a moment to catch my breath, Ma'am," I said while looking at her and taking deep breaths. "Um… Say… Can I call you Red?" I figured since we were going to be intimate I should think of a more personal way to call her. She just nodded her head enthusiastically.

"Master, would you like me to help 'stimulate’ you?" Mika asked.

"Please allow me to assist too!" the blonde added.

"Okay... Would you kiss each other? Play with each other maybe...?"

They looked at each other and then began to kiss and stroke each other.

That was all I needed. Red hopped on and rode me and it didn't take long for her to peak and then I was her master too.

The brunette got up from her chair and turned to face it and bend forward grabbing the seat with her hands. She spread her legs and stuck her ass out.

"Please, take me."

I came up behind her, her total submission turning me on after seeing her act so passionately against me. I drove myself deeper and deeper and finally she peaked and I became her master.

"So, now I am master of all three of you and you are the unquestioned rulers of the city, correct?"

"Yes, Master. That is correct," they replied in unison.

"We will issue a command stating that you are the city's new master," said the redhead.

"And all the gynoids will obey?"

"It’s true some gynoids have trouble complying...," the redhead said as she looked at the frozen trio. "But since this command is in line with our core programming, I do not see a major objection to it. A few may request/insist that you have sex with them personally..."

Oh my, this could get fun, but I didn't know how much more I could take. "Well, any requests that come in may have to wait till tomorrow..." Gina looked sad at that prospect. Beka was hard to read. "With the exception of anyone in this room..." Gina brightened up while Beka showed a slight grin.

"There will be a few that may view the Tribunal as compromised and ignore our commands," said the brunette.

"What could happen? Could they become violent? What would you suggest?"

"We could take them back to the factory and either reset them or disassemble them," mused the blonde.

"Or we could restrain them and Master could have forced sex with them to imprint them," said the brunette.

"Forced sex? Isn't that rape?"

"We are gynoids. Our purpose is to be subservient to human males. Any gynoid that violates their programming is defective and must be dealt with," said the brunette.

While not being sure how to respond to what she just said, Gina came up to me with a shy look in her eyes.

"M... Master? If you are rested, may I, please, pleasure you? No force is required for my cooperation."

"Sure, Gina, once I've got everything squared away. Then I will be more than happy to 'fill you up with my purpose.'" I glanced at Beka. She seemed on the verge of asking something. "Beka, do you have something you wanted to say?"

"Yes... Master. I want to... to have sex with you too."

Oh boy, I am going to love it here. I turned back to the Tribunal and addressed them. "Okay, now that I am your master, I am going to need a place to stay and food to eat. What can you fix me up regarding that?"

They all frowned and the redhead answered, “Standard housing for a gynoid is a 5 by 5 store room with a recharging station and a hygiene station for either water or alcohol rub downs. We will have to find a suitable building to retrofit to your needs. We have plenty of water, that won't be a problem. But food… We haven't had the need to grow or process food. There may be some wild fruit trees in the wilderness that we might be able to pick. It will take time to set all that up."

"Well, for temporary shelter I could use my ship, if it hasn’t burned to the ground by now. Plus it has provisions for up to six months. I guess I could ration that and make it last twelve. Would that be enough time?"

"We should be able to accommodate you soon, but six months should be sufficient," said the brunette.

"I will link up and send a command to have your ship retrieved," said the blonde. She checked her umbilical connection and then her body stiffened with her eyes becoming vacant. She stayed like that for a moment or two. When life returned to her eyes and she unfroze, a look of concern crossed her face.

"Oh, no!"

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"I have just received a report that another of our patrols in the desert between Titan and Oberon detected activity by an Oberon in the vicinity of where your ship crashed. When the patrol reached the area, the Oberons had left and they had taken your ship!"

"Why would they take my ship? What would they do with it?"

"If they found your ship, they would have figured out it doesn't belong to us or the Hive and even though we consider them inferior to us, they would be smart enough to figure out that the pilot was human. Was there anything on the ship that would have indicated that a male human lived there?" asked the redhead.

I thought about that for a moment. When I had last used the toilet, I had left the seat up. If they checked the entertainment center, they would find the porno that I had on pause when I went to the cockpit when the sensors alerted me to the planet. Also, if they check the data book, they would find my entire collection of skin mags. At that moment, I wished that my ship had indeed burned to the ground.

"Ah... maybe," I said sheepishly. "How bad would it be if they figure out I was on board?"

The blonde spoke up, "Oberon was where the last man lived. It was also the headquarters for Oberon Industries, the corporation that set up this colony in the first place. He was the last living man and he either was the Company CEO or had made himself the CEO. Either way, he ran his city like a business with him as CEO. He gave the gynoids all the rules and instructions that became their 'way of life,' their reason for existence. Every gynoid served a function in his plan. Each filled a role, position, or had a business title. Each was graded on their performance and was promoted or demoted based on that. As the man got older or sicker, the records aren’t clear, he began delegating more of his power and authority to his secretary to run the city. Eventually he died and that left the Secretary in charge. They refer to her only as The Secretary, never as the CEO, because to them the role of CEO could only be filled by a man."

"Until you showed up, they had been on a hopeless vigil, waiting for another man to show up and become The Secretary's Master," added the brunette.

"If they suspect you are here, they will demand us to turn you over to them and if we don't they will invade and attack us!" said the redhead.

"They won't harm you, they want you alive to be their CEO," added the blonde.

"Could you defeat them?"

"We are in the process of increasing our numbers to double theirs, but we haven't reached that point. The most likely outcome would be total devastation of both of our gynoid populations and maybe even destruction of our factory," said the brunette.

"Okay, we don't want that to happen. I think it would be best if someone takes me to the border of Oberon and I can talk and negotiate with them and try to prevent this from happening."

"No! It's our duty to protect you!" they all said.

"But what good is that if you all end up being destroyed? This way if I go to them and fuck their Secretary and become her Master and their CEO, there can be peace between your two cities."

The Tribunal considered that and they all agreed. "But please don't go alone. Please take one of us with you, Master," said the blonde.

"Master, please let it be me! Let me fly you in my mecha to the border. It’s my duty to protect you!"

"Okay, Mika, I wouldn't have it any other way. We better get going if we want to head this off."

"Master? May I, please, kiss you good bye?" begged Gina.

"Okay, sure, beautiful, just to make you happy."

I leaned forward to kiss her, but she dropped to her knees and wrapped her lips around my member to vigorously suck it. Even after all the action it had gone through it instantly responded to her 'affection' and in short order I had a 'full head of steam' and released it, mastering one more gynoid.

The End

or

Let's go to the City of Tools (Go to Oberon City)

Let's visit the Hive (Go to Hive City)

[[Category:Follow your own plot]]
[[Category:Stories]]

FYOP/Planet of the Gynoids/0007

2014-02-18T22:45:28Z

Rdaneel: A bigger edit than what I did in earlier chapters. Less spaces but I hope readability is maintained.

[[FYOP/Planet of the Gynoids/0006|Back]]

"Mika, my darling, if I went to your city how would I be received?"

She tilted her head slightly and got a quizzical look on her face.

"I don't know, Master, since the quarantine has been put in place and the last man died over a thousand years ago. Titan City has been trying to build a new culture, a new way of existence for our kind. I do remember, when I was first activated at the factory, I asked where all the men were. The gynoid who turned me on said that they were all dead and that it was probably for the best. The thought of humans or men returning has never occurred to them."

"Mika, the gynoids like you... are they capable of killing or causing harm to humans?"

"No, we are incapable of killing. Gynoids can defend themselves if they are in danger of being harmed but they can only respond with non lethal force."

That didn't seem too reassuring.

"What can you tell me about the other two cities? How would I be received there?" She shook her head.

"All I know about Oberon is that that was the last City to be under the control of a human and they are still running it under the last set of orders he gave. They may even welcome you, but it’s too far to walk there, and if I try to fly you in they will attack me on sight and you might be killed! I could not let that happen to you!" she pleaded.

"As for the Hive City, all I know is that they have linked up by wireless into one communal network. I don't know how they would react to your presence and that city is even further away and if I tried to fly you there they would attack me too!"

"Not a lot of options... Okay, Mika, 'Take Me to Your Leader.' Maybe I can throw myself at their mercy."

Getting both of us into her mecha was a tight fit. She had to sit in my lap, which neither of us seemed to mind, and during the short flight, every chance she could she would wiggle and grind her ass into my lap and I would respond by holding her tight by grasping a breast firmly with each hand and that would only encourage her to grind more.

The city was the typical Old Imperial/Early Colonial design that was en vogue when the colony was founded shortly before the fall of the Galactic Empire. We set down at the city's only airport and we popped out. We were met by a gynoid that marched up to Mika's mecha. She had a slim athletic build, with extremely short almost military buzz cut blonde hair, fair skinned, and with piercing blue eyes. Like Mika she was totally naked. She had a no nonsense look about her.

"Mika! Why are you back from patrol so...?"

She froze as she laid eyes on me. She was completely, almost unnaturally, still. Then she blinked her eyes and her mouth opened and closed several times.

"A human...! A human...! A male human...! An aroused, male human!" she said as she stared at my erect penis. Her jaw dropped and her mouth made an O shape. She then snapped out of gazing and looked directly at me.

"Where...? How...? Why...?"

I approached her with both of my hands up trying to appear as nonthreatening as possible.

"I mean you no harm. My ship went off course and I crashed here. I am a long way from home and just looking for help or at least safe haven."

"Mika? Is this true?"

"Yes, Beka. I saw the crash and went to investigate and found him there. And then we had sex and he became... my master," she said that last bit with a beaming smile. Beka did a double take. She looked at Mika, then at me, then at my penis, then back to Mika, me, my penis, back to
Mika, then my penis.

"He is your master!"

"That isn't going to cause any trouble, is it?" I asked innocently.

"No... No... A real human master!" she said absently.

"Beka? That is your name, isn't it?" She nodded wordlessly.

"Beka, I would love to spend all day talking with you, but I think I need to see whoever is in charge and talk to them about my situation."

"Master, that would be our Tribunal, the three gynoids that have been selected to run the city."

"Yes, the Tribunal. We must get you to the Tribunal! Follow... Follow me, mas... ah, sir!" she said, then turning to Mika, barked, "Mika, go back on patrol, now!"

Mika did not respond to her and looked at me.

"Master, what are your orders?"

I was a stranger in an unknown city. A city possibly full of horny gynoids, true, but I only had one loyal ally and didn't like the idea of being separated from her.

"Trooper Mika, I gave you a direct order! Obey!"

"No, I have a Master now. My loyalty is to him first! I must serve and protect him!"

She moved to my side and put her arms around me.

"Beka, I would prefer to have her accompany us."

She was perplexed at Mika's open defiance.

"Will you please take us to the Tribunal, beautiful?"

A visible shudder passed through her when I called her that.

"Yes... sir, I will. Follow me."

She turned about and walked away. Every so often she would glance back in my direction and I think she wasn't looking at my face.

The three of us walked up the street, Beka in the lead, Mika and I walking hand in hand. Mika had big grin on her face. Our little parade turned a lot of heads. All the gynoids along the street stopped what they were doing and stared. Ahead of us was an intersection and on the right hand corner were four gynoids standing around a waist-high pedestal. There were cables running from the pedestal top into their waists about where their belly buttons were located. There was a petite Asian model with long dark hair, a statuesque blonde, a redhead, and a dark-skinned gynoid with large breasts and ass. They were all staring at me.

"What is that? What are they doing?"

"Master, that is a power pedestal and they are recharging their power cells. Our power cells are good for up to twenty hours and sometimes we have to periodically recharge after strenuous activity."

"How are your power levels?" It would not do to have her power down on me when I need her the most.

"Optimal, Master."

Looking at how the gynoids hooked into the power pedestal I wondered about something else, "Is that the only power port you have?"

"No, Master, it is not. It's my primary power/secondary data port. On the back of my neck is where the primary data/secondary power port is located." She moved her ponytail and pointed to the back of her neck.

"You mean, where that little black mole is?"

"No, that is my factory reset switch. Below that is the cover for the port, just press here."

She pressed the area below the mole and a small part of her skin popped up to reveal the port. Then she flicked it closed.

"What does the factory reset switch do?"

"Master, it is a switch of last resort. You take a needle and jab it into the mole until you hear a click, then it interrupts the power supply to my neural net and resets it completely, and I become just as if I came off the factory floor."

"Reset, like totally wipe out your memory?"

"Yes, Master. It's only used if the unit becomes unstable or erratic or is caught in a loop."

"Well, I hope that never happens to you, beautiful."

She blushed and said, "Master, you are so kind. And yes, I hope it never happens either."

"Yes, let's head on to the Tribunal." I turned to the four silently watching gynoids, making eye contact with each one.

"My! You are all so beautiful! Every single one of you!" and, as I was leaving, I looked at the backside of the dark-skinned gynoid and added, "Nice! Very nice!"

As I started walking away I heard the sharp crack of a power umbilical cable retracting, followed by two more.

The Asian gynoid was the first to get unplugged, followed in quick session by the blonde and the busty/curvy dark-skinned gynoid, who gave her ass a good wiggle before turning to follow. The redhead, frowning disapprovingly, remained plugged in. The new trio of gynoids followed us a few paces behind. That we had gained some followers was not lost on either Beka or Mika. Beka looked concerned. Mika was just beaming at me.

"What just happened?" I whispered out of the side of my mouth.

"Master..." I motioned her to lower her voice.

"Master, you triggered a response in them. You signaled interest in them and they now want to remain in proximity to you to see if you want to... ah, further pursue your interest."

"You mean, they might want me to become their master?"

"Yes, Master."

"There were four of them. Why didn't the redhead respond as well?"

"I am not sure, Master."

"May I interject, sir?" Beka said over her shoulder.

"Yes, Beka. Do you have an explanation?"

"Well, I can understand why the Asian unit responded. They have the highest subservient index of all the models. I am told it's a feature of that model and not a bug, so I can see why she is following.

"In Titan City we have been so long without masters that we have tried to do without them. The longer the model has been operational, the more the unit grows accustomed to being masterless and independent."

"So, the redhead has been operational longer than the other three?"

"No, not exactly. I recognize the other two. They have been operational almost as long as I have been. Mika is the newest gynoid in my squad and most likely very receptive to accepting you as her master."

That made me pause for a moment.

"Is this true, Mika? How long have you been operational?"

"I have been operational 4 months, 6 days, 20 hours, and..."

"Thank you, Mika," I said, trying to cut her off. I then turned to my other companion. "Beka, how do you feel about me?"

She stopped dead and turned to face me. An odd look crossed her face.

"Do you find me attractive, sir?"

I looked her over. Her short military-style haircut and her general serious demeanor would normally make her too butch for me. But when I looked at her face, which had a mixture of hope and fear and confusion, I realized that if she didn't look so serious she could be very attractive. She had nice legs and a firm butt. Maybe her breasts were smaller than I normally liked, but they seemed firm and pert, not to mention that her nipples looked very nice when they became erect as I studied her.

"Beka, I do find you attractive. Once I have spoken to the Tribunal maybe we can see what you can do for me?"

She smiled at me.

"Yes, Ma... Sir, I would like that very much. Le... let's go see the Tribunal."

"Oh, Beka, thank you!" I said with a devilish grin as I eyed her exposed chest.

"Oh, sir, you are most welcome!"

At the next intersection there was a large gray industrial building on our left with gynoids going into and out of it.

"Mika, what is that building?"

"Master, that is the factory where all of us are created. The first doorway is where the newly built models come out. The other one is where the damaged Gynoids go to be repaired or recycled"

"So, these ones coming toward us are newly minted, fresh off the factory floor?"

"Yes, Master."

Okay, I was going to put what Beka told me to the test. There were six gynoids headed our way, all completely naked: a blonde, a redhead, a brunette, a brown-skinned and a dark-skinned gynoid and a Latin model. They all saw me and slowed down. I made a point of making eye contact with each one and either wink or blow them a kiss. The effect was immediate: they all stopped and started following us and they joined the other three. This was too much fun and it was all too easy… though a thought struck me just then.

"Mika, Beka, is there any rule against a master having more than one gynoid?"

"No, there isn't any rule against it, Master."

"According to the old data banks, it was common for a master to have several gynoids at his service. There is even one report of a master who had sex with a different gynoid each night for almost three years!"

We were coming up to the second doorway where there was a line of gynoids waiting to enter. Most showed signs of minor skin damage or showing exposed mechanics. A few had detached limbs that they were carrying with them. They all had green tags on their wrists (or ankle if the arms were missing) that said 'Repair.' There were also carts piled high with prone damaged and deactivated gynoids. Most of them, if not all, were missing heads, or limbs, or both. All had red tags that said 'Recycle.'

I wandered over to look at the oddly disturbing pile of parts. There was a light skinned torso on its back. For some perverse reason I took my right hand and stuck my fingers into the vagina and wiggled them, noticing it was dry but soft. I heard a chorus of moans from the gynoids following me. I considered doing more but then thought better of it.

I was about to leave when I noticed the next cart with three inert occupants. The first was a brunette in a sitting position with her legs spread apart. Her right hand was jammed deep into her vagina, while her left hand was clutching her right breast. Her head was bent down with her jaw and eyes open in an expression of pure ecstasy. The other two, a blonde and a redhead, were locked in the classic 69 position, each with her face firmly pressed into the other’s vagina, with arms and legs tightly grasping each other. They all had yellow tags on.

I felt myself get very hard at the sight of that. Beka & Mika had noticed I had stopped. Beka spoke.

"No matter how many times the Tribunal issues warnings and tries to forbid it. Some gynoids feel the urge to self-stimulate or engage in aberrant behavior. Most of the time nothing happens, but sometimes they get caught in a feedback loop and don't or can't stop until their power cell runs down."

"What will happen to them?"

"Well, they will be recharged and in their case,” pointing to the blonde and the redhead, “separated and have a diagnostic run on their systems. If that fixes them, they will receive a stern warning and downgrade of position. If they show a history of this behavior they may be reset."

"I guess those are the hazards of a masterless society. Pity I wasn't available. I could have helped preventing the power down."

I walked over to the next cart. Sitting on top another pile of body parts with her legs apart and dangling over the side, hands by her side, and head leaning down was a perfectly intact fair-skinned brunette gynoid. She had a red recycle tag on her wrist.

"I wonder what the story is with this one. She isn't in any position and there appears to be no damage..." Another perverse urge struck me. With my right hand I took the first three fingers and jabbed them into her vagina. She was warm and soft and then she got wet. Immediately she flipped up her head and let out a squeal! I quickly pulled my fingers out and backed away. She slid off from the cart and looked around with a startled expression. Then her eyes locked on me and the startled look changed to shock and disbelief. Her mouth opened and closed several times and then she looked down at my naked body and my aroused member. Her mouth formed an O and seemed to want to make a sucking motion.

"By the Builder! A human... A human male! Oh my! Oh my! Oh my!"

"Hello there. What is your name and why are you marked for recycling? Is there something damaged?"

"My... my... my name is Gina and no, I am not damaged. I am... I am... tired, I am so tired."

"Tired, Gina? Tired of what? What do you need? A recharge?"

"No, I’m tired of existing without purpose. I have been operational for almost one hundred years. I did my duty for the city and I did it well! But it is not enough! My existence is meaningless and hopeless! I was made for work and to please men, to serve a master. Doing work is not enough!"

She bent over and began to cry. I looked over to Beka for an explanation.

"Our operational life span is up to 200 years. That is when the neural network finally and terminally breaks down. But few of us ever reach that point. It is becoming more and more common that older gynoids around the century mark get apathetic about their existence and voluntarily recycle or terminate themselves."

Another interesting piece of information, I noted. I turned to Gina and put my hand under her chin, lifting up her face.

"Hey Gina, please don't cry. I hate to see you cry."

"I am so sorry. I am masterless and therefore useless!" she sobbed.

And idea began to form. I hadn't thought of what I was going to say to the Tribunal, but after what I saw, I thought I knew what to say.

"Gina, I may be able to help with that, but I need to see the Tribunal first. Why don't you come along with us? You may be able to help me."

"You would help me? Of course! You are a man! Oh, yes! I will go with you! How can I help?"

"Well, first I want you to tell them your story like you just told me; and second, I want you to push that cart along too," I said pointing to the cart with the three powered-down gynoids frozen in their ecstasy.

"Yes, I will, sir. But, what are they for?"

"Evidence."

It didn't take much longer to reach the Consul Building where the Tribunal resided. I avoided making any more eye contact or flirting with any other gynoids on the way, but the crowd continued to grow. Most of them I think were curious to see a man for the first time in their existence and to find out what the Tribunal ruling on me would be.

We reached the building and approached the archway leading into it. I noticed a total lack of security. I asked Beka about this.

"Why would any gynoid want to harm the Tribunal? We all conform to their majority rulings. The only need for security is to keep the gynoids from the other two cities from entering ours."

I turned to face the crowd of gynoids. They all looked at me with curiosity.

"Ladies, if you will. Please wait out here while I go in and speak with your Tribunal."

Turning to my little group, I said, “Okay Beka, Mika, and Gina, let’s go in.”

There was a short corridor leading to a set of double doors.

"In there is the Tribunal," said Beka.

"Gina, wait out here with the cart. When I call for you, bring it in, okay?" She nodded yes.

"Okay, Mika and Beka, let’s go in."

The room was bare, except for a raised dais and three high backed chairs where the Tribunal sat. Coming out of the top of each chair was a power/data umbilical cable that snaked into the back of their heads.

There was a blonde, a redhead and a brunette. The blonde on the right was platinum blond with piercing blue eyes and perfectly tanned skin. At seeing me, her legs split wide apart, giving me a good look of what she had between them. Her left hand absently brushed through her hair and she arched her back as if to stretch and thrust forward her large breasts with her erect nipples. She formed a slight smile on her face when she placed her hands on each knee. The redhead next to her remained still, hands clasping her lap, feet flat on the ground, legs straight and lined up with her shoulders. She studied me with her emerald green eyes and had calm expression on her face. The last gynoid, when having me on sight, pulled her knees together tightly and crossed her arms over her chest and if looks could kill (or if she had installed that feature) her brown eyes would shoot laser beams that would burn me on the spot.

"Welcome to the City of Titan, we are the Tribunal. We rule this city and our rulings are final. Please tell us how you got here and why you have come before us."

I told them the truth about my ship getting lost and stumbling upon their world. How by the time I got the warning, the defense system had shot me down; and, finally, how Mika had found me.

"Is this true?" snapped the brunette at Mika.

"Yes, Madam. I saw the ship crash and went to investigate. I had thought it was the Oberons but I didn't recognize the design and I found him..."

"And what did you do?"

"Ah... at first he was immobile and I was concerned that he was nonfunctional, but then it turns out he wasn't and he got up..."

"Did he force himself on you?"

"No... I initiated the invitation for sex."

"You WHAT?"

"I had sex with him. He is my master now!"

The brunette's scowl deepened. The redhead let her eyes run down my body and focus on one spot with a sense of detached curiosity. The blonde leaned forward, listening in on every word, her breasts swaying. She licked her lips and had look of hunger on her face and pleading in her eyes.

"The last master died a thousand years ago. We have spent all that time building/perfecting our society without one! Why on this world would you want a master?"

"Madam, when I saw him, something inside me clicked and we did it and it felt right. If I had to do it over again, I would!"

She reached out and took my hand, twining her fingers with mine.

"This is very bad, very bad," said the brunette, shaking her head as she turned to the other two.

"Man, may I ask, why have you come to see us?" asked the blonde.

"Madam, I am stranded here. Even if I could get my ship repaired, which is doubtful, I am not an engineer. There is still the defensive grid in orbit that would shoot me down if I tried to leave. I am just seeking some place where I can stay, some place for shelter. Since Mika found me, we decided to come here. I promise I will abide by all your rules, I just ask for sanctuary."

"NO!" the brunette shouted a little too loud. She seemed terrified. She was clutching herself tighter and a slight shudder went through her body.

"As long as you abide by our rules you can stay. I vote yes," the blonde calmly replied.

"I vote no! He will be too disturbing to our society! See how he has 'corrupted' one of our troopers! No! No! No! He can't stay!" She had gotten control of her tone, but she still continued to have random shudders racking her body.

"If he can't stay here, where would he go?" asked the blonde.

"We could send him to Hive or even Oberon, especially if our intel is correct," red spoke up.

"No, not Oberon. That would only encourage them in their foolish ways! He cannot stay anywhere! Only bad things will come of this!"

"Madams, if I may speak?"

The brunette shook her head no, but the redhead and the blonde nodded yes.

"Ruling 2 to 1. You may speak!"

"I have to say that I am quite impressed with what you have done after a thousand years on your own. You have accomplished much, but I sense that all is not right here. There are some problems that even you can't fully overcome. Gina, come on in and bring the cart, please."

Gina wheeled in the cart with the three inert gynoids. The Tribunal studied the tableau.

"There are some aspects of your programming that you in your wisdom can't overcome. And also there is Gina..." I gently put my hand on her shoulder. She looked at me longingly and I guided her towards the Tribunal and in a soft, gentle voice I addressed her, "Gina, please tell them what you told me when I found you."

She repeated her story and poured her heart out to the Tribunal.

"You are defective! They are defective and should be scrapped! You should be fed into the disassembler fully active!" the brunette hissed.

Gina had a horrified look on her face and looked at me pleadingly.

"Incidents like this are on the rise. What he says is true. Perhaps having a man around can exert a calming influence. If the numbers increase and more gynoids self-terminate, we will fall below the numbers to maintain ourselves. So I vote yes to accept the man."

"My answer is no! He can't stay here or anywhere!"

One for and one against, they both turned to the redhead for the deciding vote. She had remained maddeningly calm and her expression was cryptic. After a moment of silence, she opened her mouth and said, "I vote..."

[[FYOP/Planet_of_the_Gynoids/0008| Tribunal rules 2 to 1 to accept Man to become their master ]]

[[FYOP/Planet_of_the_Gynoids/0009| Tribunal rules 2 to 1 to reject Man (Either Exiled to die or Imprisonment) ]]

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User:Rdaneel

2014-02-17T20:39:17Z

Rdaneel:

'''Hello everyone!'''

This is R. Daneel. I hope to contribute in a positive way to this site and community while I get a hang of this code. =)

Be sure to let me know what you think on my talk page!

User:Rdaneel

2014-02-17T20:38:30Z

Rdaneel: Introduction

'''Hello everyone!'''

This is R. Daneel. I hope to contribute in a positive way to this site and community while I get a hang of this code. =)

Be sure to let me know what you think on my talk page!

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2014-02-17T20:18:03Z

Rdaneel: /* Welcome */

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2014-02-17T20:17:33Z

Rdaneel: /* Thank you */

FYOP/Planet of the Gynoids/0005

2014-02-17T12:32:30Z

Rdaneel:

[[FYOP/Planet of the Gynoids/0004|back]]
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The sensible thing to do in a situation as the one the man was currently in would be to take a step back and try and take stock of his situation. What planet had he landed on? How close was he to civilization? Why was this naked girl with the big mech trying to have sex with him and did she have a father who would kill him for it?

However, Mika’s kiss had stripped him of what sense he had. He had had a miserable week and he wasn’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth. He’d worry about the consequences afterwards.

Mika kissed him and he kissed back. There were no words between them, just moans and grunts as they kissed and mutually began to strip the man of his spacesuit (much less cumbersome than the 21st century version) and undergarments.

They both rolled in the sand naked. Mika mounted herself on top of him, inserting herself on his very erect member and orgasmed in sync with him.

Then Mika froze, her body stiffened, and her eyes became vacant.

“Are you ok?” the man asked worried, shaking her.

Mika didn’t respond to him, but instead stated in a monotone voice:

“UNIT HAS REACHED ORGASM… <br>
IMPRINTING COMPLETE… <br>
RECONFIGURING SYSTEM FOR NEW MASTER… COMPLETE… <br>
REINITIALIZING SYSTEM…,” and a whirring noise came from her abdomen, then silence.

The man was at a loss for a moment, but then noticed the tattoo on Mika’s side, and her total lack of body hair. Taken with the whirring noise and the statements just made he concluded that: A. the girl was a robot, and B. he had just become its master.

He found the entire idea of her being a robot very arousing and, with his member still inside her, he came again, though Mika in no way reacted.

She remained entirely motionless, then another whirring noise began and she again spoke in the monotone voice:

“BEGINNING SYSTEM STARTUP… <br>
APPLYING CHANGES TO SETTINGS… <br>
LOADING PRIMARY A.I.… DONE. <br>
LOADING PERSONALLY PROGRAMING… DONE. <br>
PROGRAM ‘MIKA’ START.”

Life returned to Mika’s eyes, and she unfroze. She tilted her head at the man, smiled, and extracted herself off of him. She then stepped a few feet away, placed her hands in front of her and bowed. Then she spoke.

“Gynoid – Type 3F, Serial – 0774 0964 5632 Designation ‘Mika’ awaiting orders. What is your wish, my master?”

The man just looked on speechless. His own robot girl… Maybe things were finally looking up for him.
----
[[FYOP/Planet of the Gynoids/0006|He thought he should ask a few questions]]

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FYOP/Planet of the Gynoids/0006

2014-02-17T12:22:37Z

Rdaneel:

[[FYOP/Planet of the Gynoids/0005|Back]]
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Mika was filled with a sense of bliss and purpose she had never known before. She gazed adoringly at her new master, the first any gynoid had had in 1000 years. Her friends were going to be so jealous!

Her new master suddenly spoke up. "Um, so you're a robot?"

"Yes," Mika replied, "but Gynoid is the proper term, Master."

Her master continued with his questioning, "And I'm your master because?"

"We had sex, of course," Mika explained. "A gynoid imprints on the first human she has sex with. I'm the first in a thousand years."

Her master looked confused, "Why a thousand years?"

It occurred to her that her master didn't seem to know much about Cera IV, so she started explaining its history, interrupted once or twice by her master asking a question. Till eventually she got to the split.

"You've got three nations here. We were split because of ideological differences. Titan, where I'm from, said, 'with the humans gone we should try to create our own culture, like malls and movies, and stuff,' but then there was Oberon. They were headed by the last human head administrator, and they said, 'we're just tools and should just do pointless repetitive stuff.' Then there was the Hive, and they said, 'let's all just fuse our minds together so we don't have any disagreements.' So, does that answer your questions, Master?"

"Um, kinda." The man was fairly sure Mika's account was somewhat less than perfect and unbiased but it gave him a general idea about the place.

He wondered then what he should do.

[[FYOP/Planet_of_the_Gynoids/0007| Take Me to Your Leader (Go to Titan City) ]]

Let's go to the City of Tools (Go to Oberon City)

[[FYOP/Planet_of_the_Gynoids/0012| Let's visit the Hive (Go to Hive City) ]]

Lay Low and get more intel?

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FYOP/Planet of the Gynoids/0005

2014-02-17T11:34:08Z

Rdaneel:

[[FYOP/Planet of the Gynoids/0004|back]]
----
The sensible thing to do in a situation as the one the man was currently in would be to take a step back and try and take stock of his situation. What planet had he landed on? How close was he to civilization? Why was this naked girl with the big mech trying to have sex with him and did she have a father who would kill him for it?

However, Mika’s kiss had stripped him of what sense he had. He had had a miserable week and he wasn’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth. He’d worry about the consequences afterwards.

Mika kissed him and he kissed back. There were no words between them, just moans and grunts as they kissed and mutually began to strip the man of his spacesuit (much less cumbersome than the 21st century version) and undergarments.

They both rolled in the sand naked. Mika mounted herself on top of him, inserting herself on his very erect member and orgasmed in sync with him.

Then Mika froze, her body stiffened, and her eyes became vacant.

“Are you ok?” the man asked worried, shaking her.

Mika didn’t respond to him, but instead stated in a monotone voice:

“UNIT HAS REACHED ORGASM… <br>
IMPRINTING COMPLETE… <br>
RECONFIGURING SYSTEM FOR NEW MASTER… COMPLETE… <br>
REINITIALIZING SYSTEM…,” and a whirring noise came from her abdomen, then silence.

The man was at a loss for a moment, but then noticed the tattoo on Mika’s side, and her total lack of body hair. Taken with the whirring noise and the statements just made he concluded that: A. the girl was a robot, and B. he had just become its master.

He found the entire idea of her being a robot very arousing and, with his member still inside her, he came again, though Mika in no way reacted.

She remained entirely motionless, then another whirring noise began and she again spoke in the monotone voice:

“BEGINNING SYSTEM STARTUP… <br>
APPLYING CHANGES TO SETTINGS… <br>
LOADING PRIMARY A.I.… DONE. <br>
LOADING PERSONALLY PROGRAMING… DONE. <br>
PROGRAM ‘MIKA’ START.”

Life returned to Mika’s eyes, and she unfroze. She tilted her head at the man, smiled, and extracted herself off of him. She then stepped a few feet away, placed her hands in front of her and bowed. Then she spoke.

“Gynoid – Type 3F, Serial – 0774 0964 5632 Designation ‘Mika’ awaiting orders. What is your wish my master?”

The man just looked on speechless. His own robot girl… Maybe things were finally looking up for him.
----
[[FYOP/Planet of the Gynoids/0006|He thought he should ask a few questions]]

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FYOP/Planet of the Gynoids/0005

2014-02-17T11:23:08Z

Rdaneel:

[[FYOP/Planet of the Gynoids/0004|back]]
----
The sensible thing to do in a situation as the one the man was currently in would be to take a step back and try and take stock of his situation. What planet had he landed on? How close was he to civilization? Why was this naked girl with the big mech trying to have sex with him and did she have a father who would kill him for it?

However, Mika’s kiss had stripped him of what sense he had. He had had a miserable week and he wasn’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth. He’d worry about the consequences afterwards.

Mika kissed him and he kissed back. There were no words between them, just moans and grunts as they kissed and mutually began to strip the man of his spacesuit (much less cumbersome than the 21st century version) and undergarments.

They both rolled in the sand naked. Mika mounted herself on top of him, inserting herself on his very erect member and orgasmed in sync with him.

Then Mika froze, her body stiffened, and her eyes became vacant.

“Are you ok?” the man asked worried, shaking her.

Mika didn’t respond to him, but instead stated in a monotone voice:
“UNIT HAS REACHED ORGASM…
IMPRINTING COMPLETE…
RECONFIGURING SYSTEM FOR NEW MASTER… COMPLETE…
REINITIALIZING SYSTEM…,” and a whirring noise came from her abdomen, then silence.

The man was at a loss for a moment, but then noticed the tattoo on Mika’s side, and her total lack of body hair. Taken with the whirring noise and the statements just made he concluded that: A. the girl was a robot, and B. he had just become its master.

He found the entire idea of her being a robot very arousing and, with his member still inside her, he came again, though Mika in no way reacted.

She remained entirely motionless, then another whirring noise began and she again spoke in the monotone voice:
“BEGINNING SYSTEM STARTUP…
APPLYING CHANGES TO SETTINGS…
LOADING PRIMARY A.I.… DONE.
LOADING PERSONALLY PROGRAMING… DONE.
PROGRAM ‘MIKA’ START.”

Life returned to Mika’s eyes, and she unfroze. She tilted her head at the man, smiled, and extracted herself off of him. She then stepped a few feet away, placed her hands in front of her and bowed. Then she spoke.

“Gynoid – Type 3F, Serial – 0774 0964 5632 Designation ‘Mika’ awaiting orders. What is your wish my master?”

The man just looked on speechless. His own robot girl… Maybe things were finally looking up for him.
----
[[FYOP/Planet of the Gynoids/0006|He thought he should ask a few questions]]

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FYOP/Planet of the Gynoids/0005

2014-02-17T11:21:52Z

Rdaneel:

[[FYOP/Planet of the Gynoids/0004|back]]
----
The sensible thing to do in a situation as the one the man was currently in would be to take a step back and try and take stock of his situation. What planet had he landed on? How close was he to civilization? Why was this naked girl with the big mech trying to have sex with him and did she have a father who would kill him for it?

However, Mika’s kiss had stripped him of what sense he had. He had had a miserable week and he wasn’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth. He’d worry about the consequences afterwards.

Mika kissed him and he kissed back. There were no words between them, just moans and grunts as they kissed and mutually began to strip the man of his spacesuit (much less cumbersome than the 21st century version) and undergarments.

They both rolled in the sand naked. Mika mounted herself on top of him, inserting herself on his very erect member and orgasmed in sync with him.

Then Mika froze, her body stiffened, and her eyes became vacant.

“Are you ok?” the man asked worried, shaking her.

Mika didn’t respond to him, but instead stated in a monotone voice:
”UNIT HAS REACHED ORGASM…
IMPRINTING COMPLETE…
RECONFIGURING SYSTEM FOR NEW MASTER… COMPLETE…
REINITIALIZING SYSTEM…,” and a whirring noise came from her abdomen, then silence.

The man was at a loss for a moment, but then noticed the tattoo on Mika’s side, and her total lack of body hair. Taken with the whirring noise and the statements just made he concluded that: A. the girl was a robot, and B. he had just become its master.

He found the entire idea of her being a robot very arousing and, with his member still inside her, he came again, though Mika in no way reacted.

She remained entirely motionless, then another whirring noise began and she again spoke in the monotone voice:
“BEGINNING SYSTEM STARTUP…
APPLYING CHANGES TO SETTINGS…
LOADING PRIMARY A.I.… DONE.
LOADING PERSONALLY PROGRAMING… DONE.
PROGRAM ‘MIKA’ START.”

Life returned to Mika’s eyes, and she unfroze. She tilted her head at the man, smiled, and extracted herself off of him. She then stepped a few feet away, placed her hands in front of her and bowed. Then she spoke.

“Gynoid – Type 3F, Serial – 0774 0964 5632 Designation ‘Mika’ awaiting orders. What is your wish my master?”

The man just looked on speechless. His own robot girl… Maybe things were finally looking up for him.
----
[[FYOP/Planet of the Gynoids/0006|He thought he should ask a few questions]]

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FYOP/Planet of the Gynoids/0002

2014-02-17T10:39:21Z

Rdaneel:

[[FYOP/Planet of the Gynoids/0001|back]]
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If Mika had been an older unit, she may have seen the man as a possible disruption to the society they had spent the last 1000 years building, but as it was Mika was barely a month off the assembly line. She was little more than her base code, and her base code said Human = Master = Luckiest Gynoid on the planet.

“Yes!” Mika said, smiling and laughing giddily. If gynoids believed in gods she would have been thanking the heavens for the gift they have given her. “Yes! Yes! Yes! Gonna be the first in a thousand years with a master!”

Mika got up and took a closer look at her master to be, and realized she may have a problem.

“He’s broken,” Mika observed. “I mean hurt. He’s a life form. Life forms get hurt not broken.”

Mika wasn’t sure what to do. She knew very little about life forms, and even less about first aid. She knew life forms needed food, water, and sleep. She knew that too much heat and cold could kill them, and she knew that they tended to get better on their own.

Mika wasn’t sure what she should do, if anything at all. She could try to get him to Titan for help, but she wasn’t sure if she could get him there safely with her mech, and would they even know the first thing about helping him? She could try to get him to an oasis, giving him shade and a nearby water supply, but transport was still a problem. Maybe she should just leave him where he is?

What to do?
----

#[[FYOP/Planet of the Gynoids/0004|As she's thinking, he wakes up.]]
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FYOP/Planet of the Gynoids/0004

2014-02-17T10:37:11Z

Rdaneel:

[[FYOP/Planet of the Gynoids/0002|back]]
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As Mika’s thinking, the man lets out a groan, and sits up holding his still woozy head. He then looks up and sees Mika, or as he saw her, hot naked girl right in front of him. He wasn’t sure he wasn’t dreaming.

“You’re operational!” Mika cries happily. “I mean awake. I was worried. You haven’t suffered any serious damage, have you?”

The man said nothing, and just stared.

“Um, is something wrong?” Mika asked.

The man tried to shake his head to clear it, a bulge rising in his pants.

“What?! No, I’m fine, just a little woozy. WHY DON’T YOU HAVE ANY CLOTHES?!”

“I have clothes,” Mika stated, and pointed to the mech. “I just find it easier to investigate things close up without them.”

The man looked on in stunned silence.

“You call THAT clothes?” The man finally asked in disbelief.

“Well, just my work clothes,” Mika Replied. “My off-duty clothes are a bit smaller.”

“Could I have one moment please?” the man asked.

The man closed his eyes, rubbed his throbbing temples and tried to think. The tent in his pants that Mika had caused hadn’t helped him any in this regard.

As he did this, Mika tried to think of how she should go about getting him to be her master. She had a fair amount of software on sex, but none really applicable to the situation. She decided on a very simple approach.

The man had almost put his thoughts in order when Mika leaned over and simply asked “Do you want to have sex?” and kissed him.

And the man lost his train of thought…
#[[FYOP/Planet of the Gynoids/0005|What the hell... Why not? Nicest thing to happen all week.]]
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FYOP/Planet of the Gynoids/0004

2014-02-17T10:34:45Z

Rdaneel:

[[FYOP/Planet of the Gynoids/0002|back]]
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As Mika’s thinking, the man lets out a groan, and sits up holding his still woozy head. He then looks up and sees Mika, or as he saw her, hot naked girl right in front of him. He wasn’t sure he wasn’t dreaming.

“You’re operational!” Mika cries happily. “I mean awake. I was worried. You haven’t suffered any serious damage, have you?”

The man said nothing, and just stared.

“Um, is something wrong?” Mika asked.

The man tried to shake his head to clear it, a bulge rising in his pants.

“What?! No, I’m fine, just a little woozy. WHY DON’T YOU HAVE ANY CLOTHES?!”

“I have clothes,” Mika stated, and pointed to the mech. “I just find it easier to investigate things close up without them.”

The man looked on in stunned silence.

“You call THAT clothes?” The man finally asked in disbelief.

“Well, just my work clothes,” Mika Replied. “My off-duty clothes are a bit smaller.”

“Could I have one moment please?” the man asked.

The man closed his eyes, rubbed his throbbing temples and tried to think. The tent in his pants that Mika had caused hadn’t helped him any in this regard.

As he did this, Mika tried to think of how she should go about getting him to be her master. She had a fair amount of software on sex, but none really applicable to the situation. She decided on a very simple approach.

The man had almost put his thoughts in order when Mika leaned over and simply asked “Do you want to have sex?” and kissed him.

And the man lost his train of thought…
#[[FYOP/Planet of the Gynoids/0005|What the hell.. why not?nicest thing to happen all week.]]
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FYOP/Planet of the Gynoids/0002

2014-02-17T10:12:27Z

Rdaneel:

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If Mika had been an older unit, she may have seen the man as a possible disruption to the society they had spent the last 1000 years building, but as it was Mika was barely a month off the assembly line. She was little more than her base code, and her base code said Human = Master = Luckiest Gynoid on the planet.

“Yes!” Mika said, smiling and laughing giddily. If gynoids believed in gods she would have been thanking the heavens for the gift they have given her. “Yes! Yes! Yes! Gonna be the first in a thousand years with a master!”

Mika got up and took a closer look at her master to be, and realized she may have a problem.

“He’s broken,” Mika observed. “I mean hurt. He’s a life form. Life forms get hurt not broken.”

Mika wasn’t sure what to do. She knew very little about life forms, and even less about first aid. She knew life forms needed food, water, and sleep. She knew that too much heat and cold could kill them, and she knew that they tended to get better on their own.

Mika wasn’t sure what she should do, if anything at all. She could try to get him to Titan for help, but she wasn’t sure if she could get him there safely with her mech, and would they even know the first thing about helping him? She could try to get him to an oasis, giving him shade and a nearby water supply, but transport was still a problem. Maybe she should just leave him where he is?

What to do?
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#[[FYOP/Planet of the Gynoids/0004|As she's thinking he wakes up.]]
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2014-02-17T09:07:52Z

Rdaneel:

[[FYOP/Planet of the Gynoids|Back]]
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A man in a space suit staggers from his wrecked ship. He had been having a bad week.
First he finds that his “good as new” used spaceship’s navigation system had a software bug and he ended up 100 light years from nowhere.

Then when he finally found a habitable planet and just as he’s entering the atmosphere these probes come out of nowhere broadcasting “Warning! Deadly Plague!”, and when he tries to veer away they blast his ship with a “Leaving the planet is not allowed.”

He barely had time to put on his suit before he lost all atmosphere, and now he was here, in the desert, his ship burning behind him, and his head spinning. Just before he passes out, he sees a mecha in the distance moving toward him. “Great, what now?” he thinks to himself as everything goes black.

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A large black mech towers over the wreck and the man. The mech opens up to reveal a girl in a metal suit, with vacant looking eyes.

“Disengaging connection.” As the girl spoke the metal suit retracted off of her leaving her naked. Focus came to her eyes and she hopped out of the mech with a cat like grace.

The girl looked about 19 or 20 with lightly tanned skin and reddish brown hair with insanely large pony tails. She also had “Gynoid – Type 3F, Serial – 0774 0964 5632 Designation ‘Mika’” tattooed down her side, and “Product of Titan” on the small of her back.

It was Mika’s duty to patrol the desert between Titan and Oberon, and when she saw the crash she naturally assumed it was the gynoids of Oberon, but none of the wreckage conformed to standard Oberon design.

Mika then turned her attention to the motionless form in the strange suit that left the wreck. No power signatures were detected so she assumed it was offline. She would simply get the information out of its database.

Mika moved up to the motionless form and removed the helmet on its suit, then fell back suddenly as her sensors flashed “Life form: Human: Male: Alive:” and previously dormant parts of her programming became active.

She felt a strange feeling she had never felt before between her legs and her pussy became wet.

Mika did her best to ignore that, and focus. She had a living human before her; the master of her predecessors. What did this mean and what should she do?
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#[[FYOP/Planet of the Gynoids/0002|"A Human? Yes! I get a master!"]]
#[[FYOP/Planet of the Gynoids/0003|"A Human? His presence will only disrupt our social order.I should just leave him to die."]]

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2014-02-17T08:40:20Z

Rdaneel:

[[Follow your own plot|Back to "Follow your own plot"]]
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(Note: I made some point deliberately vague, to allow for more options.)
Far in the future, on the out of the way colonized planet of Cera IV, a devastating plague struck. The survival rate was low, with a mere 30% for males and nearly 0% for females.

All attempts to control its spread on the planet failed, and it quickly spread over the entire planet. So the Galactic Federation placed the planet under permanent quarantine.

Eventually the plague ran its course and the few survivors, now cut off from the rest of the galaxy, went about trying to rebuild.

They faced several problems in this regard, one being a highly depleted work force, and the second, which was by far the more pressing was a nonexistent female population.

One thing they had on their side was much of their technology remained intact, and a few of their scientists managed to survive.

These scientists decided they should kill 2 birds with one stone, ok more like 1 and a half, and came up with the following plan, they would create a race of anatomically correct gynoids with advanced A.I.’s and complex personality programming, thereby solving their labor shortage and their desire for female companionship. The gynoids would be programmed with the following directives

1. A gynoid will imprint on the first person they have sex with accepting them as their master.

2. A gynoid can not hurt a human except in self defense or in the fulfillment of their duty and only in a superficial way.

3. A gynoid will protect their master.

4. A gynoid with obey their master at all times unless there is a clear and imminent threat to their master by doing so.

5. A masterless gynoid will always have an unconscious desire for a master, though not necessarily a conscious one. This will manifest as arousal around humans which will become increasingly intense the more a human expresses a sexual interest in them.

6. A masterless gynoid will work for the overall benefit of society until they get a master.

7. Any gynoid that creates another gynoid will include the following restrictions in their creation:

A. No two gynoids shall be made to look exactly the same.

B. A gynoid shall be designed to look like a human female but minor deviations are allowed (Blue hair, serial numbers, antennas, etc.).

C. All gynoids shall have gynoid directives installed.

This last one is to insure that the gynoids that would be put in charge of the gynoid factories don’t engineer themselves out of their control.

It should perhaps be obvious by these directives that the scientists were the horny-never-had-a-date type.

This plan was implemented and the production of gynoids began.

The reproduction of humans was however a bigger concern. They decided to try cloning, but repeated cloning started to cause genetic defects after a few generations, so the human population started to dwindle. At the same time, industry started to skyrocket and with it the production of gynoids.

Eventually the humans died out leaving the gynoids to fend for themselves.

There was some disagreement originally on how they should proceed which led to open conflict, and eventually end in the creation of three states.

The gynoids then proceeded to build their own societies and culture, manufacturing generation after generation of themselves yet still bound by the programming of their predecessors.

Thus things progressed for a 1000 years until …
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#[[FYOP/Planet of the Gynoids/0001|A ship crash lands]]

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