Pagan Wars-Origins
Supreme Commander of Crusader Base
Black Fox Diana Paige
Standing in the darkness of her
command-office, what do I do if they
don't come back...?
With only the orangish-white
base lights outside of it to light it, fuck...!
At least...!? At least the Mutt-Generals should be finished off tonight. I
can't have them up and about should the Nightmare Result came back
confirmed.... and the thought of that sent a cold shudder through her body
that sapped even more of her psyche away from her. Resolve she'd definitely
need if her Black Fox Bitches couldn't put down Their Master's Mutt-Generals, I'm sure this should be it for those dumb-fucks
"Stupid bitches...."
she muttered in an almost compassionate tone. Because she was really the reason
why they'd lost their fuckin minds in the first place. And that fact, put her
right back in the mental blender and bind of kicking herself for being so
fuckin vain-arrogant and making assurances that she'd never checked to make
sure she could come through on.
It
all seemed, she was so fuckin sure when she drew it up in her head!
That this shit would spin out right "Spin
out right...?" she muttered to herself with disgust "That was my first mistake right there. Even
the fuckin wording of the thought, the Idea?
Of things 'spinning out right', was stupid."
The dimly beaming
orange lights cast a low-level contrast of shadows and light in her office,
where the one thing that stood out the most was her beautiful black fox tail
and its odd white colored fur that formed a perfect circle at the tip of it. Her
black fox ears were tucked underneath her mane of brown hair. Her mid-riff
baring black blazer exposed the exquisite sheer black silk blouse she wore
underneath it. Her black erza-skirt, a clear cut dead giveaway that she is an
ARC and not a woman. Because a human woman can't rock an erza-skirt in the cold
winter temps of the east coast, especially right off the Delaware River.
Mind you!?
The black fox tail
proudly hanging out from underneath the way too short, multi-layered
erza-skirt!? Also gave away the fact that she wasn't exactly the girl next door
either! Then again the girl next door can't toss tanks, crush skulls and
kick-ass and take names, too! They also don't command one of the largest bases
in South Jersey, nor are they based in enemy occupied Camden City for 20-years
and still around to tell the tale of how they've survived "Shit...?" she whispered "If Orion?" then she remembered that
he'd changed his name "If Horus finds out Our Husband is dead...?"
She could see it
playing out in her mind's-eye all too easily, because Horus only, finally!
Eased off of Her Ass, because of "Byron...?"
she moaned with all of her heart and soul, hoping that somehow he could hear
how sorry she was for being such a goddamn arrogant little Black Fox-bitch! She
was so sure that she could just turn it on, tap back into her old
self. Her old instincts and experiences. But the black ops game was one where
those who played it, had to stay in the Game. 24/7. No rest. No weekends. No
days off. No vacations. And this was magnified even more when it came to covert
ops and the dreaded world of espionage and intelligence.
To retire from the Game, no matter for how
brief of a moment it was. Meant that the shadows shift around and countless
invisible threads, webs. Of all of the Others involved in the Game,
quickly become invisible to you. Quickly became invisible to Her.
I was smelling my own scent when I was able
to use some basic parlor tricks to set everything up. She licked her ruby
red lipstick covered lips slowly. Savoring the faint taste of the concoction she'd
become accustomed to making for her lipstick. A concoction that was helping her
keep from going crazy like the Mutt-Generals trapped below her and hopefully
getting put down, and staying down! So she could get them
under control and tucked away to bed. Where she knew that as long as Their
Husband is alive?
Then he would return
home to them all, victorious! And give them a much needed x-rated Prince
Charming-type wakeup call that involved way more than some simple kisses.
She continued to
slowly lick her lips and let the adrenaline rush wash over her body in sweet
pulsing waves of pleasure, that slowly but surely increased her psyche.
Increased her will power. Increased her mental acuity, because right now?
She needed it.
She was
oh-soh-grateful that Byron didn't think she was just a complete fuckin psychobitch-whacko!
For asking him to help her make some of her old standby-remedies for when he
and the rest of the Meteors would leave for Alpha Base Foundry. A part of her
felt guilty as hell, as she touched the beautiful black-diamond encrusted
choker around her neck. The thin. Dull metallic silver-colored and flat!
Circular durostone locket. Set into her choker, housed strands of Her Husband, Their
Master-Husband's, hair. And
she'd gone to a lot of effort to steal the necessary bioengineering materials
just in case something ever happened to Byron. Never in a million years could
she imagine that what could end up happening to Him was Her.
Her and her fuckin
arrogant-incompetence.
"They'll come back. He'll come back. Marcella
and the others won't let anything happen to Him because of me and my stupidity."
her voice was low and carried nothing but desperate hopes that her own skillful
manipulations wouldn't also play their hand in helping to catch them off guard,
too! She'd set this whole elaborate scheme up that maybe Marcella and the
others wouldn't be able to sniff it all out in time!? Leaving no one to protect
Their Husband.
She gently rubbed
her choker-pendant and kept on staring out her command-office window
listlessly. Mindlessly. Her choker-pendant?
Is the only part of
her ensemble that isn't exoskin-armor and right now, unfortunately. She
realized that the hair inside her choker-pendant might be the only chance they
have left at a future, if her brilliantly-stupid plan has blown up in her face!
And cost them all Their Man "What
was I thinking...?" her moan was filled with frustration at having
become so fuckin comfortable so fuckin fast in only 2-fuckin-years!
Just 2-fuckin-years!? She still couldn't
believe it!?
She felt like a
turned out!? Lovesick!? Bitch!
Pining and whining away at the window like the Village Idiot! She felt like the
kind of ARCs she used to routinely laugh at and make fun of, because they were
always so goddamn weepy and overly fuckin emotional when shit went south with
their human-handler husbands! She never understood how the fuck they would
allow themselves to be fuckin reduced to a bundle of fuckin emotional nerves,
when every ARC knew that they were there to defend the Empire. Fight other ARCs
and Androids! Maybe even the occasional otherdimensional or offworld threat! And
then go back to base or wherever and wait till the next assignment has her ass
out in the field fighting till she finally gets ass-fucked and finished.
Diana narrowed her
eyes and shook her head slowly as she sullenly admitted that "I was a real douche bag bitch back in the
day, wasn't I...." and she was grateful that no one was here to answer
that. No one except for maybe Alma.
All of this?
Is how standing
here in her own command-office window had become a ritual that she was more
than comfortable punishing herself with. Her black business erza-skirt ensemble
aside, her whole vibe was one of depressed mourning and an aura of regret that
she could finally just...?
Let hang around her
whenever she was alone in here at this ungodly hour of the a.m. hour. This is
her time to sulk and her time to be alone. A richly deserved reward for being
so blatantly fuckin arrogant to not truly know the limits of her abilities and
now have to suffer for it, as she should, however?
This is one part from the "Old
Job".
She continued to
stare out the window of her panoramically beautiful view of the Camden City
waterfront, still mindlessly longing and lost. Still pining away and hoping
that somehow things still would, still can, spin out the way she tried
to plot-plan and scheme it! It still didn't take away from the fact that as she
stood here tonight? She was actually doing the one thing she used to hate the
most when she used to be on top of the world and had a real reason to be a
douche bag bitch.
The waiting is still the one part from the
"Old Job" that I do not miss at all.
The massive
one-piece plasteel window she stood in front of is a perfect replica of actual
reinforced-glass. It intentionally dominated the back of her giant office so
that she could be sniped quite easily from across the river. A lovely parting
gift by those she once fought and killed for the favor of. The pleasure of. Only to be shown in the end that some of the
Black-ARC bitches she'd successfully assassinated weren't just right about the
shit that they bitterly bitched and whined about.
As she exterminated
them.
But also the fact
that at some point or another, just like the human-counterparts they'd been
modeled after "Your usefulness is up
at some point or another." Diana murmured.
And that was how
all of this came into existence. The entirety of the massive waterfront
dominating Crusader Base of Camden City. A base sitting across from not only
its supposed eternal-enemy in Philadelphia. But also sandwiched from behind by
the very city they were based in, as Camden City had been restored and revived
not by the skillful governance of its politicians or private sector or state or
national leadership, no!
It was now a
sprawling and ever-increasing counterpart to Philadelphia because of the
arrogant audacity of a Black-boy and his friends! Who cobbled together some
exo-armor and invaded the city after the deaths of their classmates on a field
trip to Old Camden City. The Old Camden City that they descended
on with a vengeance for allowing things to become so broken, so bitter, and so
lethally deadly!
That you couldn't
even stop in it from a school trip and get a bite to eat.
Without getting
mugged and murdered.
Diana knew that
somewhere behind her, beyond her base. Lurking in what used to be downtown
Camden City, even at this hour. Was the former Orion the Hunter and His
Huntsmen, who'd turned this city from a laughing stock and Garden State disgrace.
Into not only one of the safest cities on the planet! But also one of the most
highly advanced, he knows Byron isn't
here by now. She sucked on her bottom lip and fretted for a bit before
regaining her senses and deciding to brood over one doom-n-gloom at a time.
But then out of the
blue she actually smiled.
She smiled, at the
audacity.
The audacity of
Horus and his Huntsmen. The subsequent haven they have become to Indoctrinated-Maroons
and other altered-humans. The audacity of Her Beloved Byron Maxwell and how he
was willing to not only tackle the issues that she refused to. But also the
ones she couldn't. She smiled? Because of the audacity of so many others over the
last half-century, too. Diana understood that the real root cause of all of
these changes was actually looming large across the river, at PAGAN-CORP
Philadelphia's massive downtown occupying facility. It was the rise of
PAGAN-CORP and the subsequent arrivals of offworld-technologies and
otherdimensional-people, that set everything in motion for the eventual King of
Camden to come into existence and rise to power "The King of Camden...?" she smirked even harder as she
whispered "From Orion the Hunter, to
Horus the Avenger. Does that mean he does +20 damage when he's angry...?"
she glanced up with her eyes and strained her senses to see if she had an HP
and MP bar floating above her head "It
was worth a shot, right...."
The name change of
the no longer Black-boy King was part of what prompted federal officials to
start wheeling and dealing, especially since their attempts to retake Camden
from Horus and his self-appointed Royal
Court of Camden, had failed miserably. Even as she sighed she knew
full-well that Byron's work over the last two-years made it possible for her to
be in this fucked up and fragile psychological state. Without having to worry
about Horus and his overpowered pissed off people attacking the base while
Byron was gone "I got a second-chance,
Alma. I got a second chance, that I know I don't deserve. Didn't deserve."
she reached back and embraced her beautiful black-fox tail, knowing that Alma
was either in heaven or hell, cursing the shit out of her stupidity, again
"I think I might've fucked it up
again...." she sighed.
Even as she held
her own tail close to her face, parts of her were running down the checklist of
what she'd done right and slowly trying to assuage herself of the fact that
this was why she'd been stuck here. This was why she'd been banished here, to
be sandwiched between the unstable and unpredictable former global headquarters
of PAGAN-CORP Philadelphia. And to sit on the soil of a man who'd literally
risked his life along with others to physically take over Camden City and
rebuild it from the ground up without any hesitation to use lethal force
against state and the federal government that'd abandoned the city to squalor
and corruption "You were right Alma,
again. As usual. You were right...."
Trying to hold out
till Byron got back was what was driving Diana absolutely crazy. She'd sworn once
they'd scrapped her ass from up out of Turtleton Base out in the middle of West
Bubblefuck! That her life was royally fuckin screwed. But when they dropped the
dossier in her lap and told her Black-ARC-ass that she was back in a command
position!? She thought that was code for; now we're gonna put bullets and beams
in you bitch and dump that ass in the river!
She shook her head
slowly at her own imagination and the fact that being banished here, to this
base. Being set-up on purpose to fail and be killed? Was the best thing that
had happened to her in decades. Being sent here allowed her to meet all of
these crazy-bitches and see that they were not only in no better position than
her. But that they too were sent here on purpose to ultimately be killed by
anyone else's hands except for IACF. Something that for the life of her she has
been trying to figure out why the fuck they would waste their time when they
could simply have eliminated all of them before sending them here. It was
mystery that she was no closer to solving, but Byron had claimed they were only
sent here alive so that the IACF could continue to observe and study them. The
way they'd done to all of The Mutts, that Diana was hoping were finally on
their last leg and would finally lay down on their tits-n-chins and turn their
asses up for a final time and NOT.
GET. BACK. UP!
She shook her head
slowly with disgust, because she'd promised everyone that she'd be able to
maintain Her Link with Their Husband! And of all of the bitches in this base,
The Mutts were ABSOLUTELY DEPENDENT! On staying Linked to Byron. The moment
that Diana couldn't maintain Her Link with Him, all hell broke loose as The
Mutts absolutely WENT PSYCHO-CRAZY!
"Uhhlk...!"
Diana was tempted to check the central-simulator, see how her Black Fox Bitches
were holding up against Her Husbands' Mutts "They should be all right." she nervously murmured. It's been nearly a full month of them
getting their ragged cunts-n-asses, kicked! And without Their Master's Link to
feed and sustain them!? But she still felt nervous even though Charlotte
and the others hadn't lost not one time to them, they can't do shit without Husbands' Link, but!?
She was utterly amazed that they not
only kept fighting hard as fuck to the bitter end, down to the last giantess!?
But the fact that they were able to actually recover!? And then get up and get
their cunts-n-asses kicked all over again!
"He really worked his ass off to get them
into this kind of conditioning!" but at the same time her heart was
swooning with Her Husband's accomplishment of getting His Mutts in order!? Her
heart came crashing back down as she felt guilty as sin because she was
crushing them with her own bitches! I
can't let them run off after Him! I can't and I won't! They'll see, they'll
fuckin see! Everything will work out in the end, just like I drew it up! She
wasn't fooling herself, just like I drew
it up....
While Diana was
rolling around with the reality that if Byron was dead, then The Mutts were
finished! But while she was thinking that, The Mutts themselves were deep down
below in the bowels of the base knowing that "WE HAVE TO!?"
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