Kidaroc 2.0

[Zilla]

Julie wasted no time in finding a shaded niche to conceal herself, and surveyed the landscape. She silently moved around the perimeter, shadowing from spot to spot, and she neared her target.

(I'm actually pretty unsure of what the battery is, or how I would go about sabotaging it... I'm also not really sure how much control I should have and how close I should be getting here...)

[Blaze]

Sean gave a tired yawn and slumped into the nearest unoccupied chair, removing his glasses to wipe the lenses clean. Looking over at the sedated, slowly feminizing boys he sighs and shakes his head. The times when you knew that you had lost another patient and could do nothing but watch were the worst.

With a slight grunt, he stood up and grabbed the suitcase, despairing at how light it was. Wiping his brow with his grimy lab coat, he nodded.

"Let's move."

[Vomica]

Micheal Hara knew this day would eventually come...they'd taken cover in a discrete parking garage below a skyscraper and carved them out a particularly livable environment. The population consisted of 22 boys and a couple captured girls. One of Hara's peers had suggested rehabilitating them to avoid the inevitable extinction of humanity. They weren't having any of it.

In any case, the sound of the roaring battle echoed in the far distance once again. There was hope that the battle would happen without their discovery, but the girl's slow progress over the last week had promised a different reality. They were going to eventually find the conclave of survivors and they likely would end them just like they ended every other boy...

Micheal surveyed his domain -- the twenty foot by some thirty foot wide area that was his quarters and work area. It was full of charts, books, tables with notes on it, and pretty much all of it was dedicated to the best way to studies dealing with reviving civilization after a disaster. The lights hanging from the ceiling caused the light in the room to dance around like a disco... the bombs were shaking the building to it's core. Even if they were blocks away, this was not good. Not good at all. Escape was there only option here... if a scout discovered them they would still have the option of flight.

Having been working around the clock for the last two or three days, the young man has gone without much sleep. Perhaps a total of six hours in the last seventy-two, at best. Despite all of the stress and the status of high alert, he had visited the imprisoned girls a few times. The handful the conclave had were younger then himself... he couldn't let them go thirsty or hungry. Winning them over went hand in hand with respecting their basic human rights.

The man finally gets his things together... a backpack full of the needed gear -- and documents. With that he heads off to the 'meeting hall'. The large open space where the boys gathered most evenings. If there was news, it was to be found there. ...unless he bumped into someone on the way there.

[Brnin8r]

Alicia Strade smirked as the wide horde made their center push. 20 girls abreast, 8 ranks deep the block couldn't be beaten. The boys had upped their game recently, this battle being expected to take a day or two. She'd taken several detachments of five or ten people and had begun to flank the large horde from the buildings above. Radio coverage found some of the girls ambushed by sneaking boys, but for the most part, they acted as cover for any mounted effort. This was the largest operation she'd fielded and she was sure they would taste victory today.

Calon Weaver looked at his map, texting and radios from his assistance had produced the battlefield of the day. He had explicit orders from the boys council to stick out of combat. They couldn't lose his tactical genius. They were full of crap, he thought. But why else would he be in this position. Awaiting the reports holding a suitcase full of certificates they paid their mercernaries with, allowing them to drop by supply depots and pull random mechanic parts and food, the general looked to his quadrant ensign, "How's the tank of Isaac's doing?..."

-The rounds silenced nearly every escaping girl, the others who had were either taken out by the group of boys or had run so fast there was no telling where they'd ended up. From his radio chatter box, he heard a priority order on the girl's frequency to switch their Jackrabbit unit to his coordinates. Nothing in his notes would reveal any sort of information on what that might be, but it was coming his way. In the meantime though, there were cheering boys, some even hopping onto the armored hide like they saw in video games.

-(Ah. Minor Military Info Dump: The battery refers to the boys artillery unit, a concentrated group of cannons that's been raining all types of hell on the girls. It would be a shame if the cannons were blocked or broken with explosives or otherwise. As for control, I always encourage players to take some creative liberties with what they do. That way I don't have to describe each of their footsteps, y'know? You could have snuck all the way to the battery by now if you'd wanted, I could work around that. What I wouldn't accept would be some short sentence like "Julie succeeded and broke everything and went home". Anyway, we'll figure out a good middle ground eventually)

Concealing herself was easy. No boy was looking for a single girl on the move, they had their sights set for the huge battalions that regularly assaulted them. Up ahead, it looked like the boys had deployed a splinter group, three or four boys skulking in the shadows like her but with far less skill. She could track them the day after a blizzard if she really wanted to. (So at this point it wouldn't be unheard of for you to take down one of those boys. They're nameless enough, lol, you could declare that you took one out. From there though, we'd initiate combat. You could also simply avoid them, knowing your skill is high enough and get to the battery.)

-The medic team Sean was a part of hauled into their transport truck, a large, custom-designed rig with an increased bed size. It wasn't as maneuverable, but it could transport up to twenty unconcious boys from the field...and something at the heart of Sean made him feel like he was going to be having a hard day of transporting. He was ordered to the front and center of the line where he and his medic would use the small amount of deterrents they had on the first victims, kicking them back into the fray even as their bodies began to change. Once they were out, they could only load up their truck and go...back and forth and back and forth until they came for him. "How many you think we get today?" the driver sort of half-joked in the depressing pall of what was to be expected.

-The gathering of boys Micheal found were a somber bunch, knowing all the work they'd put into their living space was about to be dismantled and moved like nomadic survivors. They nodded, holding up their thumbs and pinkys together, their symbol to represent the desired unity between both forces. "Micheal." one of the fifteen year olds started, Gus "Where are we going to go? What will we take?" he asked, knowing that they couldn't take the beds they'd...appropriated...from the surrounding buildings. "What will we do about the girls?" an older boy, 17 in a few months, Andy asked. It was obvious his prejudice against the girls was still innate by his sneer. He'd come a long way since defecting, but old habits die hard...

-Walter could barely remember what had happened. The girls had come out of nowhere, striking so swift with such cunning it was not to be believed at first. Instantly, the truck in front of his was tipped over as a pink mist shrouded the land. It was only by luck he'd gotten his gas mask on in time before the mist seeped into his jeep. The driver's doors opened and he was tugged out, from the window a girl commando quickly plugged the boy with a Femme X tranq dart before his own door opened and the swift butt of a rifle clocked him across his jaw...in his daze before he passed out, he could hardly tell he was being carried save for the fact he was staring at the ground. No small feat for a girl to lift him...

The light was bright and he instantly knew his wrists were strapped behind his chair, his ankles to the legs. He had very little time to notice the feminine hand slapping him so hard he could see two days into the future. "All right." the girl started, sitting in a chair in front of him, "Walter Krupke. Epsilon." she stated. She was pretty, her hair was perfected and makeup was just right despite the obviously dire situation. Her bosom, fully-developed into a C cup attached to her amazon body hinted at a beauty that her mood did not confirm as another slap answered his moment of silence, "Epsilon."

[muffinstud]

The slap jarred him awake, he inhaled sharply and looked around the room. It was empty and bare save for the amazon, the light, and a table with a heart decorated quilt covering something underneath.Walt flinched at the second slap, and stared at the girl. Pity she was a psycopath, he liked what he saw. "I'm sorry, but you didn't answer in the form of a question." He grinned at her and sat up a little straighter.

Inside, Walter was confused. He knew this day might happen eventually, but he figured they'd just gas him and get it over with. If they could just turn him, why didn't they? If they could make him compliant, there was no reason for all this. Unless... they really couldn't. His grin became less forced. He stealthily tested his bonds to see just how tight and strong they were.

[Knight Errant]

Isaac rolls on, confident in his machine's ability. He frowns a bit as he hears the radio chatter and sees the boys hop on. He opens a radio line to the leader of the squad surrounding him. "Good evening, sir... I'd just like you to know how lovely a time I am having." He says with a smile. Then, "Oh and one more thing... I've heard over the radio that I've been painted as a priority target. So riding the tank might not be a good idea. I'm sure I can take whatever these girls throw at me, but your troops aren't wearing several feet of treated steel armor. Be a good chap and shoo them off, would you? Isaac, out."

He hangs up the radio and continues scanning for more targets...

[Harri-chan]

Alex rolled his eyes as he turned, the brown curls sweeping across his back. "I'd like to see how well you all fought -without- my cooking... ", he muttered quietly, heading towards the table that 'Steven WIlliams' had settled down at with his breakfast. "You want to see General Weaver. He's on the fourth floor... doing something he's convinced everyone is important", he said with a shrug, both hands reaching up and behind his head to adjust the tie that held his ponytail. Drawing a deep breath, he glanced upwards slightly. "Are there girl bases anywhere around here? I mean... real big ones, that have a real chance of taking this place... ".

[Zoey]

Damian blushed as he finished clothing up with Brians help. Damian now wore a long blonde wing which reached almost his butt. This was almost normal for most girls since they wanted to do anything they could to stand out more against the boys, using long hair and wierd hairstyles, but Damians was long with a green hair band. He also had the scouts pleated green skirt which showed his legs clasped in white cotton thigh highs. Damians shoes had a fat 2 inch heel and matched the whole pink green scheme the girl scouts soldiers wore. With some earrings, llight make up and of course girltech weaponry with femtex loaded Damian was now fully ready to mingle with the enemy. "Ugh... Wish me luck Brian..." he said before leaving to his meet up point.

Damian wondered 2 things as he walked out, his skirt flowing now like his hair while the faint click of his shoes hit the ground. One, if hed probably end up like Brian since he looked and sounded a bit like a girl, but Brian was for him way more convincing. Maybe one day hed be like him, now more woman than man despite genetelia... It was troubling him a bit. He had to be a girl while still knowing he was a man, that would be hard.

And second, was the reaction hed get leaving. Most boys at the firat sign of a girl shot and he hoped if he went down it wouldnt be by friendly fire. Atleast he was under orders so people might expecting a girl coming through.

[Zilla]

Julie had to laugh at how telegraphed the splinter group was. A part of her paranoid mind wondered if their horrible ineptitude was just a diversion, while the real threat would come from somewhere else as she focused on them. She shadowed them for a while, almost laughing at their goofy Hardy-Boys-style sneaking.

Each movement they made brought her closer behind them. She used all of her senses, hearing them move, even feeling the vibrations from the ground to know when they were doing something. Eventually, the boys were moving forward together, with one of them lagging just enough behind for Julie to snatch and cover his mouth with a clothful of a chloroform/Femme X mixture.

She pulled him back as he fell unconscious and quickly carried him around a building corner, behind a vending machine. As Julie laid the poor boy down, she put the cloth back in it's portable soaking case. She got to work removing his clothes. She pulled his jeans around his ankles first, and left them there as she stripped his shirt off. Seeing that the slowly feminizing boy was still good and sleeping, she slipped his pants off.

Julie made herself scarce again, not wanting to be found near the stripped boy as she changed. She picked open the simple lock on the service door and slipped inside, where she switched out her uniform for the boy's much rougher clothing. She hid her own uniform behind the bucket, after briefly considering leaving it there for the victim to find as she woke up, so she'd have something to wear.

Julie winced as she applied her secret-agent-chest-binding to her breasts. At least she didn't have it as bad as Jennifer... She could handle being bound for a few hours. She'd learned to breath from below her ribs, just to lessen the strain.

With a tousling shag of her hair, Julie slipped back out into the daylight, and continued to sneak toward her target. The disguise would hardly hold up under scrutiny, she still looked like a girl from the neck up and didn't have anything to hide her face or hair with. It was best to remain hidden for now, and only use the disguise if it came down to it.

There was a steady thumping of rounds firing from the battery, which seemed to have only a thin crew guarding it. They would be very aware of the cannon malfunctioning though, so Julie would have to make a quick getaway.

She made a wide arc in her path to reach her target, so she would be coming from behind. She noticed the munitions dump and began to plan how exactly she was going to destroy their precious artillery.

[Blaze]

Sean grimly takes his position and sighed as they rode out back to the front lines. Looking at the driver, he adjusted his glasses.

"Too many. Far too many." he says in a grim voice

[Brnin8r]

-His sarcasm was answered with another slap, lines of blood from the girl's sharp nails dug into his cheek. He could feel the blood slowly leak out of the shallow wounds. "You ought to have a medal for being such a smartass." the girl said callously, "Now. Epsilon. Where is the next project?" she asked as she reached around the chair to pull up a Femme X handgun and rested it on her lap.

-The boys sounded disappointed and got off, just before Isaac found out just what the Jackrabbit unit entailed: The humming sounds of go karts, antiquated things by Isaacs reckoning but they were fast and there was the hitch. A group of five of them popped out of an alley and immediately split up, firing rapid-repeater dart guns at the confident boys, a wave of panic washing over the scene. The girls on their gokarts began to quickly circle around Isaac's tank, determined to give him too many targets. Once the other boys were scattered, they began to converge on the tank...

-((Clarification Harri, you're talking to Lance, right?)) The mess hall was completely empty now besides the two. They could hear activity happening in the upper floors, but nothing short of exploring would reveal what it was...and Alex had the mess hall to clean up and a dinner to make for the 400 some-odd boys that were stationed.

-It was only be explicit orders that no boys holding the fort fired on Damian, the drop-off bike was being driven by an expert, an 18 year old veteran named Joey who held more records for fancy stunts than anyone else in the boys' army. He flipped up his visor, "Well just you ain't the prettiest looking belle of the ball." he joked before revving the bike as she got on, darting off around the battlefield instead of through it. "Change of plans, you'll be dropped off right behind their homebase! Its why they got me!" he explained with no small amount of pride in his voice.

-The battery was armed with three massive cannons, their names emblazoned down the barrels: Megatron, Zordon, and Voltron, each crewed by three boys, nine in all. They were largely occupied by their task, one boy taking down equations, calculating the angles and power to blast into the girl menace, one to load the shells, while the other to operate the cannon with the first's orders. Gathered toward the back was the munitions dump, stacks of shells meant for a long siege...

-The rest of the ride was silent for the driver and his gloomy passenger as they approached the front lines. "Let's get the tables set before we have company." the driver said, parking the truck and opening the back of the hatch, sliding the disposable tables out. The both of them knew they'd abandon them by the end of the day. "Medic!!" the dooming cry came from the front of the battle...

-Jackson had to be careful in the belly of the beast, but he couldn't deny it, he felt more comfortable here without all the boys making fun of him. The primary base he was stationed at was a School Girl themed base, his skirt and top designed for their specific school colors: Pink and white. Their mascot was a rabbit and they prided themselves in their martial arts team...the only reason Jackson was really allowed to stay as a boy, knowing that Femme X would wipe his skillsets.

[Blaze]

Sean immediately gets to work, helping to push the tables out, trying to ignore the despairing cries until they were set up.

"Be there soon... hold on a little longer."

As soon as the last bed was set up, he rushes towards the fighting, trying to find where the cry for help came from, staying low to avoid the girls's fire.

[Zilla]

Julie smirked at the situation. Nine? Really now... This would be a piece of cake. The only trouble would be getting all three of them in a row.

She waited for the right moment, then, just as all three cannons were being loaded, she dashed toward the munitions dump, and squirreled away three shells. They were heavy, and the strain threatened her binding, but she heaved them with her into the shadows, where she started to tamper with them.

She took a tube of lip balm from her purse and smeared the bottom of the shells with what was actually a dense plastic explosive. Since she was in a pinch, she ripped off one of the sleeves of her new shirt and tied it around her head like a bandanna. She stuffed her hair underneath it, and had it cover one of her eyes, and most of her forehead. With any luck, they'd focus on the ridiculous bandanna... She even grabbed a handful of dirt and smeared her cheeks with it, so she'd look like she might have a beard shadow.

She hefted the three shells and strode confidently toward the three cannons. She even aped the silly bouncy way boys walked, keeping her hips from swaying. "Hold it, hold it!" she yelled in the deepest voice she could muster. "Hold your fire! We're conducting a test of these new rounds."

She set all three of the rounds down in front of her, hoping to have attracted their attention, and gesturing wildly at her tampered shells. "These babies are packed with sticky goo that'll gum up those harlots good!" She boasted. "Now, we need to fire all of them at once. Load 'em up, boys!"

[AshK]

*Jackson was happy he got to stay male, despite the fact that he looked more like a girl with his feminine face and persona. He was just glad that his sisters were the ones that found him. If it wouldn't have been his sisters who found him, who knows what would happen to him. He may have been turned completely female by the Femme X and lost all of his martial arts skills.*

I am glad that I am not on the front lines. I know I wouldn't fit in at all. Whether it be on the boys front lines or the girls front lines. I am just happy my sisters were able to negotiate a way for me to stay male. Jackson thought silently to himself.

*Staying quiet in his area, he practiced his Martial Arts Skills not talking to anyone unless he was spoken to.*

(I would post more on this post, but I have to get to work. When I type something in italics , it's a thought and not a quote. Just trying to clear up any confusion that might mount from my italicized sentences.)

[Zoey]

Of all people in the world to take him, it just had to be Daredevil J. Damian tried to keep a straight face, but undeneath he was cursing his luck. This was going to be one hell of a trip. Damian groaned at the comment of Joey. "Har har, real funny Joey" replied Damian getting on his vehicle. "You better not get both us killed, you hear? And whats this of the change in plans, I wasn't told of this" added Damian a bit annoyed at this. Damians operation was a very delicate one and any mishap will have him become a real female. Damian made sure to adjust his hair band and femtex gas along with his weapons. Damian huged Joeys back tightly, he didn't want to fall even if this made his new breasts press unto Joeys back. "Ready when you are..." Damian said.