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.
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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