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Excerpt of Chapter Two of From Child to Man, Book-Zero....

10/31/2015

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GOOD AFTERNOON FROM UPPER DARBY!

Here is an excerpt of From Child to Man Book Zero, where you can purchase this ebook in the store by clicking this link; /store/p1/From_Child_to_Man%2C_Book-Zero.html
HAPPY HALLOWEEN FROM ME TO ALL OF YOU!

Chapter Two
The Siege of Lu City...!

   The ground had once again reached its fill from the fallout of the seemingly endless siege of Lu City. An unholy and unhealthy mixture of mud-&-blood from 3-nights of rain and battle! All drenched in the tainted milk-piss and massive lamian-female forms of the Ilvala of Old Adari. The Ilvala, a fusion of giantess-female upper-bodies, beautifully blended with their proportionally giantess lower beast-bodies! The frontline-force and shock-troops of Old Adari. They'd swept through the Border-Region Territories 8-years ago after over 14,000-years of continuous defeats and humiliations at the hands of their eternal-rivals and counterparts guarding the border of their even more hated enemies, the Empire of Tae-Khan-Sai.
   However this last shithole reminder of the now destroyed BRT refused to give ground or yield no matter how many hoardes of Ilvala were tossed at it! 8-years worth of some of the best bitches that Ilvala had to offer were laid low. Entire Hoarde-Queens and Hoarde-Queen Generals along with their respective hoardes were wiped out by Lu Family of Lu City, as if they were still living in their gory glory-days of being the Head of the Spear of the Border-Region Territories of the Empire of Tae-Khan-Sai.
   The last 3-nights of endless assault were now starting to look more and more like 3-nights of endless idiocy! As exhaustion and environment were working together alongside the lethal Lu City defenses to deprive the Ilvala of Mala-Hoarde of any hope of getting their ground-troops even close!
   To Lu City.
   For the waves of hard charging 4-legged Ilvala that could avoid the incoming barrages of emitter-beams and streaming cutter-beams!? There were pockets of each den of their forces that weren't able to do it! Leading to sizable amounts of Ilvala being flat out decimated by the defenses and its defenders. Never mind that the city-shields were fused with some new-type technology, reflexive-technology! That Mala-Hoarde still hadn't been able to figure out how to get around and hadn't been briefed on before being sent to this mission impossible!
   The reflex city-shields took Mala-Hoardes best beams and blasts and absorbed too much of them so that the normal city-shields weren't even being remotely stressed by them! The Mala-Hoarde technicians had correctly figured out that these reflexive-shields were then allowing all of Lu City's systems to double-n-triple their effectiveness-n-efficiency! Adding even more punch to their wall-tower weaponry! Wall-mounted emitters and emitter-arrays! So that once these weapons returned fire entire pockets of brave Ilvala-bitches were able to take massive amounts of damage, whereas before the invention of this reflexive-technology!? They would have only sustained light-to-moderate injuries and wounds, but now!? Especially whenever the city used its cutter-beam weaponry!?
   The width of the beams, the sheer size and intensity of the arcane-energy being poured out at them was ridiculous! While the Ilvala are known for their bruteforce-bullying and ability to take just as much damage as they give out. They aren't invincible, invulnerable, or as stupid as people would love to think! The casualties upon impact were oft times fatal as fuck! The Ilvala Shield-Maidens with their forcefield-abilities were quickly overwhelmed and all too often felled on the spot from having their powers completely blasted through! Where it only took a few direct hits against their forcefields from the city's cutter-beam weapons and emitter-based arrays to totally overpower them and destroy both them and their arcane-protections for their assigned-Ilvala! This  was totally unheard of because even when the BRT used to routinely kick their cunts-&-asses open!? They'd never been able to do enough damage to take out Shield-Maidens where their arcane-protections and enchantments got destroyed when they did too! Even the Heavy Shield-Maidens who have arcane-equipment saddled to their beast-bodies found themselves being taken down and taken out while trying to provide cover for their advancing armies all for naught!
   However!?
   Even with all of this?
   In typical Ilvala-form, they did keep advancing.
   Even as more-n-more of them lay in piles and pockets on the ground, drenched in mud. Soaked in rain and each other's milk-piss, blood, and broken exo-armors. Some even had their head-horns cracked and broken from yet another failed attempt to charge the heavily defended and massively well-shielded gigantic city that loomed in front of them. But for all of its size? For the dim-shimmering bronze light that engulfed it and showed that its unbreakable city-shields were still up and showing no signs of being effected by anything they'd done over the last 3-nights straight, besides waste their air-n-ground forces in a futile gesture of strategic stupidity.
   The demoralizing reality was that Lu City was still too far away for Ilvala ground-forces tastes and tolerances to take damage. Something that both sides are keenly aware of....
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Excerpt from Escape from Alpha Foundry....

10/29/2015

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Good Afternoon from UPPER DARBY!

Here is a Rough Draft Excerpt from Escape from Alpha Foundry;

There are memories.
   The smell of ozone from the increased barrage of massive green and red beams and blasts directed at the shattered and destroyed dorm section of Alpha Foundry Base!? Intensified thanks to Karima's earlier tele-empathic thought-casting out to anyone and everybody for Byron to come and save her hot little ass before she passed out and cashed out!
   Of which I have a lot of! Where I can't say I've lived a charmed life, but?
   She'd had her connection to Her Master's Link-Network, severed! And for an overaggressive shit-talking bitch like Karima!? Who was just as dependent on Her Master-Husband's Link, just like his prized pussies back home at Crusader Base!? It was more than she could stomach, especially having been blown from walking blissfully and enjoying what should have been a conclusion to a great evening.
   I do okay for someone my age.
   To being hurled sideways and scattered and promptly buried under tons of rubble that would have absolutely blown apart a normal human on impact!
   "Mass-stir...!?" even as she felt that surge of recognition and warmth and all types of emotions that she knew could only be her Beloved Byron. Her ridiculous regenerative-recuperative abilities were already shifting into overdrive now that she was reconnected Link-wise to the source of her power "Are u," she struggled to open her eyes and failed miserably "all right...!?" all she knew was that she was badly fucked up and being carried. Her heightened sense, could finally make sense of shit now that she was reconnected to Byron and she knew that all too familiar sensation of being carried by his seemingly silly-ass.
   "I'm fine." he sent back to her tele-empathically as sirens blared all around him and his tattered but intact Guest Unit of Alpha Foundry Base "I'm fine, Reema. Just rest and let your body heal up." he'd barely had enough time to exo-up before the initial barrage blew their fuckin bungalow apart! His dark golden-yellow exo-armor singed in certain areas and fine in others, but all-n-all he'd gotten his defenses up just in time or else he would have been mortally wounded at best! Killed instantly at worst "We've taken cover for what it's worth but we can't stay here in the ruins of guest dorms, Reema."
   Karima loved the fact that he was cluing her in on the fact that they'd already abandoned their beautiful guest house, that these assholes had shot to shit! Her a moment her mind wandered and she sent out to him a hazy image of the two of them walking holding hands in the sun, just enjoying the day. Just enjoying, yesterday. And how much she loved being able to walk with him and how far they'd come together. She loved being His Senior-Most, Beloved Bitch. Being the one who'd truly been with Him for the longest, since his childhood "We can't die here.... Diana will be mad at us for getting... pelted!"
    And even underneath his motorcycle-like exo-helmet, she could sense and feel the warmness of his smile and the power of his emotions, convictions. As he told her tele-empathically "Not to worry, Reema. We're gonna be a bunch of bitches and one bastard returning alive, I can promise you that!"
   With that...?
   Karima was convinced enough "Then...? I leave the rest... To all of you... My Husband...."
   To finally let go and stop fighting. And pass out peacefully. Savoring that surge of intense concern and worry coming from the only man who'd ever been able to actually collar and Link her, trick her! When he should have killed her long ago when she, most definitely! Was fully intent on killing his dangerous young ass.
   Byron was able to resist the fool-ass notion of panicking as he felt Karima go completely limp in his arms. His thoughts and emotions of anger and survival momentarily warped into intense grief, worry and concern! That His High School Sweetheart had finally bit off more than she could chew and finally gotten her reckless ass pelted! But he was able to resist full-panicked clichéd shit when his instincts founded in training from this very same ARC that he held in his arms, kicked in. It immediately drew them both back to Their high school years at GLA. Their very first year to be precise, when Karima had finally, successfully! Gotten him out of Chester Tech and Chester City! And out into the middle of no place! Which is what made and still makes Glen Loch Academy so good, and?
   So dangerous to its recruitment of students....
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Adjusting to the "New Style" of Doing Things

10/21/2015

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GOOD MORNING FROM UPPER DARBY!

If there is one thing I am STILL ADJUSTING TO!? It is the fact that I don't have to type out full-length books anymore. It may seem like something small, but it isn't. The Black Fox Diana story is coming along nicely, but it has been ungodly slow on my part. Never mind that things have been hectic for me out in the real world. So in the midst of all of this my only thought has been keep typing bit by bit and get it all done. When the reality is!?

This is MY SITE.
I can post what I want.
However much of it I want.
WHEN I WANT.
And, HOW I WANT.

It is something that I overlook and often go right into pushing and pushing and typing and typing in order to finish a full-length book!
When!?
Black Fox Diana is a FREE STORY. Not a FULL LENGTH BOOK. It's A STORY. NOT A BOOK. And I am working and typing and writing and planning and plotting, LIKE IT IS A FULL-LENGTH BOOK!
>_<
Which is another reason why it is taking so long to post it!
So I am going to be hunkering down over the next few days where I have MORE THAN ENOUGH TYPED FOR AN ACTUAL STORY. MORE. Than enough!
I'm gonna do the editing.
Touch-up's and clean-up's.
And finally get the story up.

I'm still thinking along the long, wrong lines.
When I am now fully autonomous and need to start THINKING that way.....
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Bad Advertising Presents; Excerpt from Pagan Wars-Origins Black Fox Diana Paige 

10/21/2015

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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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Bad Advertising Presents; Background Excerpt on Maxwell's Mutts!

10/18/2015

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GOOD EVENING FROM UPPER DARBY!
Maxwell's Mutts is cave battalion of IACF EXP-ARCs! These Experimental-ARCs were assigned to hot zones for immediate deployment and lethal multi-purpose combat against PAGAN-CORP and other subversive organizations. Each nation of Counterstrike has their own EXP-ARC Program and much like the American Empire they have all experimented with creating new and unique ARCs with varying degrees of success and failure. But Maxwell's Mutts are unique in the fact that they served extensively in the most openly fought for regions where collateral damage was permissible and acceptable! Along with!? Human casualties. Making the Mutts not only brazen in their development psychologically, but also haphazardly careless about the concern of non-aligned or incidental injuries and deaths to human-beings.

   As usual with the American Empire this was allowed on purpose to study the responses, reactions and development mentally and socially of IACF-ARCs who were NOT BOUND TO MINIMIZE HUMAN-CASUALTIES OR CONCERN THEMSELVES WITH ANYONE NOT DIRECTLY A PART OF IACF. The goal behind this was to SIMULATE, as best as possible, what would happen if IACF-ARCs were given free-reign, development, potential rebellion, and!?

   To test the potential of actual Underworld-Realm Mangs invading earth.

   The results regarding the EXP-ARCs who would become the Maxwell's Mutts, was predictable. Their only concern was getting the job done and the safety of Their Own, especially Their Master-Husbands. The Mutts QUICKLY formed Links with their IACF human-handlers and wasted no more than 90days before settling into marriage with them. They slaughtered and killed with NO REGARD when left to the open parameters they were given. But their aggressiveness often led to intense responses and reprisals by PAGAN-CORP Forces and allies! Usually leading to the deaths of Their Master-Husband Handlers.

   Once paired with a new Handler, once again, the Mutts quickly settled back in and became attached and never went beyond 90days before marriage. IACF-Psych Department decided to see how the Mutts handled being paired with Conscious-Handlers, who were IACF-Handlers who'd been vetted to make sure they would act in a moral-&-ethical fashion. Meaning?

   They wouldn't just arbitrarily allow massive loss of life and collateral damage.

   These pairings led to some of the EXP-ARCs being KIA alongside their Conscious-Handlers. Because the EXP-ARCs had already become accustomed to the original set of orders after 5-years. They were often in conflict with their new handlers because of this, but they still formed marriage-Links within 90days. As time passed though the EXP-ARCs experienced massive losses on all fronts including in their effectiveness! IACF-P (Psych Department), concluded that the EXP-ARCs had become "Set" on a psychological and physical basis, with the original orders that gave them free-reign to use their powers without care or concern for anyone or anything else not directly attached to themselves or the IACF.

   After 5-years of Conscious-Handlers the Mutts had been married at least 3x's and the mass majority had lost their Master-Husbands in the line of duty. Their effectiveness under the Conscious-Handlers dropped DRAMATICALLY! And almost HALF of the Mutts were KIA alongside their Conscious-Handlers. IACF-Researchers also found that the massive shifts in style of operation and the thoughts and actions of the Conscious-Handlers caused the Mutts to become psychologically unsure and even unstable in some instances, because each Conscious-Handler KIA? Dramatically impacted the Mutts psyche and certitude in what she was doing and her own confidence in her abilities! What was also found was a growing feedback from their own evolutionary-genes, where the loss of their handlers and their failures both against the enemy and in meeting objectives of assignments. Caused their evolutionary-genes to begin to regress the Mutts and create weaknesses within them based on the Mutts own failures and shortcomings!

   This information was critical in determining that Mangs can not only rapidly evolve, but a reversal in circumstances can actually cause them to devolve as well! The Mutts were then returned normal-Handlers, but were put underneath the normal rules and regs of IACF engagements. Again the Mutts married within 90days, but they were now all showing signs of being psychologically and psionically DEPENDENT, on being Linked to a Handler. In just 10-years they'd developed a dependency on being Linked to a human. This information was also used to determine if Mangs actually INVADED, how long would IACF need to hold out before a potential evolutionary-ability backlash presented itself?

   Although they'd produced the simulated result of 10-years, everyone had already seen that in the 5-years when the Mutts were allowed to rampage, they did MASSIVE DAMAGE WITH ALMOST 100% CIVILIAN DEATH RATES IN TOO MANY INSTANCES! In the end it was becoming more and more clear that the Mutts were solely CREATED to simulate a Mang or Other, Underworld-Realm Invasion and see how bad the damage would be done and what were IACF, NOT COUNTERSTRIKE ITSELF, but IACF-ONLY. How much of a chance would they have to repel a Mang or Other, invasion, from Underworld-Realm. The Mutts were then studied for various other tests in live field results, ultimately reducing them to their current crappy condition!

   They were ultimately returned to Imperial American shores and essentially mothballed after 3-decades of study and experimentation-observation. Overall the Mutts have been disruptions wherever they were stationed at.
*Mutts are mostly Daughters of KIA Operatives & ARCs
  -Daughters; are IACF-ARCs created for an IACF-Handler and His ARCs that          
   directly led to the pelting (defeat and destruction) of a PAGAN-CORP Nobility-
   Type
*Mutts are all Giantess-Dragon types, meaning they can grow and take on "dragon-
  type" abilities and features
*Mutts are COMPLETELY DEPENDENT UPON THEIR LINK WITH BYRON
  MAXWELL
  -Link/s are tele-empathic in nature, a combination of telepathy, which is mental.
   And empathy, which is emotional. A Link is a very broad-based ability that is
   completely dependent upon the individuals involved or an individual at the heart of
   a Link-network, known as a Keystone or Cornerstone of a Link-network.
*Mutts see themselves as Byron's Mutt-Bitches and are HIS TO DO WITH AS HE
  PLEASES they have been problematic for Black Fox Diana, which was why they
  were intentionally shipped to her base so that they could BE disruptive for her and
  whatever command staff she created from the slop, shit and crap they'd stuffed into
  Crusader Base
*Byron has used HIS COMMAND-N-CONTROL through Glen Loch Academy to have research done to dig up their files and find out each of their individual histories. Black Fox Diana did not do so because she did not actually care due to all of the problems that the Mutts initially caused her and the fact she had to ultimately put them down 1-by-1! In 1998, two-years into all of them being stationed within Crusader Base. She initially put them into cryocontainment.  But she soon found that she was unable to cooperate or negotiate with the then Orion the Hunter and His Royal Court of Camden, so!? She was forced to bring them out of cryogenic-storage and ONLY BRING AROUND the Mutt-Generals, where she brokered a deal with THEM WITHOUT TELLING THEM the real reason she'd brought them around was because of their ridiculous ability to take massive damage and deal it out too!

   The Real Reason why she'd brought them back was because she intended to use THEM as cannon fodder to deal with any attacks by Orion and His Royal Court, where she would simply give the order to them to defend Crusader Base without regards to Camden City itself! Something that did finally happen in 2002! Where the Mutt-Generals led their Mutts to openly attack Camden City in response to Orion and His Royal Court attacking Crusader Base! PAGAN-CORP AND IMPERIAL AMERICAN FORCES ATTACKED CAMDEN CITY AS WELL! Forcing Orion to break off his attack on Crusader Base! While Black Fox Diana decided that if Imperial American Forces attacked and successfully got into Camden City, the first thing they'd probably do after finally getting rid of Orion is GET RID OF ALL OF THEM! Since they'd have survived yet another attempt by their own side to exterminate them! So Black Fox Diana, WISELY! Decided to embrace the fact that this was the Last Stop for all of them and the only thing remaining for them after this was being pelted! And put up on some IACF or IAF-bastards trophy hall, wall or room!

   Diana was able to use the Battle of Camden City 20-2[1], as a means to GAIN CONTROL over the Mutts and negotiate a promise to them that she would find them a SUITABLE-HANDLER, a male! To Lord over them and be Linked to. Something that she'd secretly already done and was well into manipulating and moving pieces to ultimately be able to bring him to Crusader Base, as long as everything spun out right. Of course that male was Byron Maxwell. Whom Diana had found out had been born on April Fool's Day in 1993 and was up in Chester City. The Mutts and the Mutt-Generals in particular!? Were unaware of the fact that Diana had been doing recon and intelligence work on the area and looking for suitable males to start recruiting them into Crusader Base.

   The Mutt-Generals were also unaware that Diana's recruitment-abilities ONLY EXTENDED TO INDOCTRINATION SCHOOLS! Not normal IACF-Academies! This was of course because of the fact that Crusader Base and every bitch in her was slated for extermination and exploitation up until they could be exterminated! So sending REAL IACF-handlers and operatives into Crusader Base was OUT OF THE QUESTION! Diana is also certain that the current Supreme Commander of IACF, Donna Hill, is actually an ARC that serves and obeys one of the many powerful White-humans who are a part of the Imperial American One-Percenters. Again, the Mutt-Generals know nothing of this and CARE NOTHING FOR POLITICS NOR THE POLITICS OF POWER!

[1] Battle of Camden City 20-2 was a massive four-way battle between Orion the Hunter and His Camden City Crusaders, where they attempted to attack and remove Crusader Base from their waterfront after six-years of building animosity. The day before the battle, Crusader Base Patrol ARCs got into with Camden City Patrol Forces and injuries were sustained on both sides. When orders were sent to Black Fox Diana to cease-&-desist city patrols, she refused, knowing that if she did then IACF could then rake her over the coals for not doing her duty of patrolling Camden City. On December 22nd 2002 Orion led his forces and attacked Crusader Base stating they were a disruption to the city's peace and tranquility. Black Fox Diana countered by releasing Her Mutts upon Camden City where massive property damage and civilian casualties and deaths took place! During this time PAGAN-CORP Philadelphia ATTACKED Crusader Base under the orders of Supreme High Priestess of Delaware River Defenses, Paulette-Passion23! While PAGAN-CORP Philadelphia Forces located in the encircling Camden County Area attacked Camden City TOO! This would cause IACFNJ to respond by attacking the encircling Camden County PAGAN-CORP Forces on December 24th! While working alongside IAFNJ (Imperial American Forces of New Jersey) where they would also attack Camden City itself in an attempt to regain Camden City from Orion! Hemmed in on both sides, Black Fox Diana blinked first because she knew if ANY SIDE WON HER AND HER BITCHES WERE DEAD! So she struck a deal with Orion and broke off her attacks and successfully, decisively-defeated and pelted Paulette-Passion23! Giving Orion the ability to defend against IACFNJ and IAFNJ! This battle is also called Christmas in Camden 2002 by locals in the surrounding effected regions.... 

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   This is another reason why they were able to be so easily AND THOROUGHLY MANIPULATED AND ULTIMATELY MENTALLY DESTROYED! Because they care nothing about THE SCIENTIFIC-METHOD OF POLITICS AND POWER[1]!  Diana has intentionally not bothered to attempt to TEACH THEM THIS because she knows that they honestly don't give a fuck about it! Or? 

   So she thought!

   This would end up being disproved when Byron would quickly begin teaching them this and some of the Mutt-Generals like Tanten would quickly emerge and show that they are FULLY AWARE OF HOW THIS WORKS AND IT WAS PART OF THE REASON WHY THEY REBELLED AGAINST BLACK FOX DIANA IN THE FIRST PLACE! What ended up being MORE TELLING was the fact that even while they were pouring their guts out mentally after Diana had defeated each of them individually and then had them placed in cryocontainment, it was Victoria Vixen! Who pointed out that Diana COULD NOT CORRECTLY DECODE THEIR PROJECTIONS TO SEE THEY WERE NOT JUST RANDOMLY REBELLING LIKE IDIOTS!

   They were fully aware that they'd been sent to Crusader Base as a Last Stop[2]. And Last Stops are meant to be the final resting place for ARCs where they will either be pelted by the assignment or sabotaged to make sure that they will never survive to move on to another assignment, ever again. Tanten then pointed out that their human-handlers over the decades had been sent on what they found out are called "Last Rides", on-purpose! Last Rides are only handed out to human-handlers who insist on riding with ARCs who have been issued either Last Stop-Orders or have been deemed troublesome, but may be of worth if cut-off from human-male psyche support and companionship. Something that has been intentionally programmed within what Tanten calls "Earth-ARCs" and "Earth-Mang".

   Because Byron honestly accepted the Mutts he quickly found out that among their Mutt-Generals are a number of highly intelligent and quite dangerous and devious members including but not limited to;
LaTegra.
Envy-&-Ivy!
Victoria Vixen.
The Tallgeese-Twins.
Prattle Tattle.
And of course, Tanten themselves. Who it turns out were the unofficial leaders of the Mutts once they got shipped to Crusader Base and realized that they weren't going to be able to transfer out. It was at this point that Tanten revealed to them the gravity of their situation and the fact that unless they all pulled together, none of them would leave Crusader Base unless they were face-down, ass-up! Dead on a dissecting table for final autopsy and study....  

[1] The Scientific-Method for Politics and Power is a concept by Black Fox Diana where espionage agents are taught to see the invisible threads of plots and schemes to be able to sort through and find the actual objectives of those they are against. As well as the particular races-n-places they come from on why they are doing, whatever they are doing, where the espionage agent must collect information and either stop the threat or report the threat back to superiors.

[2] Last Stop this is an IACF-term that means that an ARC/ARCs have reached the end of their usefulness for whatever reason and need to be pelted either through the assignment itself or by IACF in some way, shape, or form. Last Stops are not announced to the ARC/s in question, it is up to them to figure out that they are actually being sent to their deaths or stationed somewhere which will lead to their deaths. Last Stop orders given to human-handlers of ARCs are called Last Ride/s
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10/15/2015

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Byron Maxwell
Pending Alpha Foundry Base Rapid Deployment Leader
Camden City, NJ, Crusader Base Rapid Deployment Leader of Maxwell's Meteors
Grade: B+ Clutch Grade: Special 
​Critical Clutch Grade: A+
Type: Altered Human Class: Imperial-American Counterstrike Rapid Deployment Leader  
Function: Leader of Maxell's Meteors of Camden City's, Crusader Base
Age: 22yrs  Ht: 6'3" Wt: 249lbs
Place of Birth: Chester City, Pennsylvania 
Date of Birth: April 1st, 1993
Status: Pending Acceptance into Alpha Foundry Base
Accolades:
1)      Defeated and Destroyed Pagan Duchess of Philadelphia PAGAN-CORP, Gold-Diamond Dia2 as Leader of Maxwell's Meteors 2-months ago
2)      Defeated and Destroyed Pagan Bishop Paula-Premonition2 of Philadelphia PAGAN-CORP 6-months ago and successfully destroyed Her PAGAN-Unit alongside other Crusader Base-RDL[1]
3)      Defeated and Destroyed Pagan Bishop Vanessa-Vizier10 of Cherry Hill PAGAN-CORP 8-months ago and successfully destroyed Her PAGAN-Operation in Cherry Hill, New Jersey
Powers:
·         Body Resistance vs. Arcane/Energies 10
·         Mystic Energy Emission 7/10 (Enhanced by Arcane-Enhancement Belt +3)
·         Psionic Energy Emission 5/8 (Enhanced by Arcane-Enhancement Belt +3)
·         Physical Psionic-Focus 7/10  (Enhanced by Arcane-Enhancement Belt +3)
·         Unknown Air-Walking 2 (Instantly stops him from falling)
·         Mystic-Mang Healing 7 (Doesn't work on Non-Mang/ARC's)
Equipment:
·         Mang-Exoskin Armor vs. ALL ATTACKS 5 (Material STR 9)
·         Counterstrike-RDL Uniform 3 (Material STR 8)
·         Counterstrike-RDL HUD[2]-Helmet 9 (Material STR 8)
·         Arcane-Enhancement Belt 8 (Material STR 8) (Increases Emission Powers +3 Per)
·         Counterstrike Flight-Boots 10 (Material STR 8)
·         Med-Tech Kits (Located in Shoulderpads of Uniform) 4/6 (Skilled Med-Tech +2)
·         Med-Tech Molecular-Manipulators (Gauntlets of Uniform) 8 (Material STR 9)
Skills: Leadership, All-Terrain Combat, Med-Tech Expert, Mang/ARC Expert, Martial Artist, Repair/Tinkering, Counterstrike/PAGAN Technology, END Training, Mang/ARC-M K 


[1] RDL = Rapid Deployment Leader
[2] HUD = Head's-Up Display

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