Kidaroc 2.0

[Zilla]

Julie was relieved that nobody had found her mark, and also a bit relieved that the kid hadn't woken up yet. She'd never seen Femme X in action, and was a little curious to see it work.

Julie wasted no time in dragging the underwear-clad kid into the bathroom. She ducked out for a moment to grab the things she had stowed in the supply closet, and returned to the bathroom, where she locked the door.

This bathroom was definitely in the boys' territory. It wasn't all that well maintained, but, it would do. She knew she would have to do some preparation to make sure nothing went awry. She dressed down to her own underwear, and changed back into her old uniform. The relief of being in comfortable, fitting clothes washed over her, and she took a few moments to stretch. Julie used the sink to wash off the dirt she had used as a makeshift five-o'clock shadow. Then she turned to her captive.

The former sneak's former clothes would be useful in restraining him in case he woke up early. She slipped his pants around his ankles, like she did when she had taken his clothes, and ripped off the other sleeve of his shirt to tie his arms behind his back. She tied his two socks together, and used them as a gag. All she had to do now was sit and watch the changes, with intent fascination on her face.

[Brnin8r]

The adrenaline Sean's body was pumping was insane as he sprinted faster towards the horde to help the fallen boys he could grab. The small one covered in darts was unconcious while the other one he supported was breathing hard, either way, the medic knew they'd be grateful for his assistance. With their medic fleeing, the frontline had very little difficulty following his orders and breaking, the defense wavering in only a few seconds

***

Finch nodded, "I've got a new assignment. Something that should toughen you up and teach you just what the girls are all about." he said as he picked up the phone, dialing a number, "Marcus, its Finch." Alex would recognize Marcus as the brig sergeant, "I'm sending down Alex to monitor the prisoner during the evacuation, that way you can help our boys escape." Finch rolled his eyes, "Yes, that Alex..." after the phone was hung up, Finch smiled, "Report to the brig, cadet...you'll be transporting one of our prisoner girls to the next rendesvous point. NOW GO!" he yelled, which sent a spine-tingling need in Alex to get out as fast as he could!

***

The doctor didn't notice Jaina's mood, having been busy all day. "Well I'm the special needs doctor and I do know your particular case." she admitted. How did they know? And had she told anybody?

***

Isaac couldn't even see the boy that manned the first gun, as if he'd hopped from the top of the tank to the gun. At the offer of shooting a mounting gattling gun, several boys started vying for their seat until a boy with superior rank and the mysterious one were in the chairs, the barrels warming up to lay down the pain. It wouldn't be too long until the tank was facing the thusfar impenetrable horde of girls.

***

Damian could only hear Joey's laughter in the background as the bike shot off, leaving a parachuted crossdresser in the air as it carreened with no driver onto the next roof...and promptly exploded! The ball of gasoline-fueled flame skittered off the roof and tipped off into oblivion on the other side as the infiltrator drifted to safety. So close to the main headquarters of the battle, it was difficult to actually know where was what...since any recon thusfar hadn't returned from a mission so close to the tall skyscraper. The frontline had moved quite a ways forward and Damian knew the battle was the girls' unless something drastic happened on the boys side...

***

The interrogating girl pulled as slow as possible, smiling with every agonizing second, "And over time, you'll wish you could grow one." she threatened back calmly until the last of the wax covered strip had been pulled away, leaving a bright red, hairless strip of flesh. "All day long we can keep doing this Walt...you just have to tell me." as she took the hot wax and put it across the boy's eyebrows and face!

***

The transformation would take much longer than a usual dart, Julie at least knew that much. The dilluted dose in the cholorform rag could start it, but the boy could last up to a week as a slow-transforming boy at that dosage. The only reaction thus far was his bulging veins as his body attempted to fight the invader. Eventually though, the boy started to wake up. Groggy, his eyes half opened to find himself tied up with no where to go. "What happened?" his voice half muttered and cracked.

[Harri-chan]

Alex felt his heart sink as Finch spoke of another attempt to toughen him up, and blushed as he imagined the reaction his name had caused on the other end of the phone. Confusion rippled across his smooth forehead as the Captain then told him of the new task. It was obvious he had questions, and even opened his mouth to ask, but before he could utter a word the tougher boy's yell cut him off, sending a shiver down his spine, while there was an unwanted shifting in his underwear from the overwhelming superiority in Finch's tone.

"Yes, sir... Thank you", he blushed, and lifted a hand in salute before hurrying out of the office so quickly he almost tripped over his own feet. Alex didn't really mind Finch. He didn't seem to despise Alex like many of the boys did, even the names he called Alex didn't come across as even being that mean! His flowing brown hair trailed behind him as he hurried through the base, growing more and more excited at the thought of seeing a girl for the first time in nearly two years.

Nervously creeping into the brig, he approached Marcus from behind and cleared his throat. "Captain Finch sent me to guard a prisoner, Sergeant", he said, still hardly able to believe he hadn't just been sent to scrub the showers or do loads of laundry. Running a hand up over his head, he swept loose hair back from his face, and then dipped his fingers into his pocket, pulling out the hair tie, and tugged it over his hand so it sat around his wrist. "He mentioned something about an evacuation...", he added in a rather clueless tone.

[AshK]

The doctor didn't notice Jaina's mood, having been busy all day. "Well I'm the special needs doctor and I do know your particular case." she admitted. How did they know? And had she told anybody?

*Jaina's mood immediately soured as she completely lost all of her feminine composure, dropped her hand and almost yelled but thought better of it because she knew that the girls would complete the transformation she was undergoing with Femme-X making her just another droid-type slave being to the girls. Her voice however raised a bit, not in timbre, but in anger.*

"What do you mean?! Do you actually know my true nature? Did you tell anybody? How do you know?!" Jaina angrily said as her expression became as masculine as she could make it.

However,the way she stood with her legs together clearly said girl. It was evident that she was quite angry as well as she stood still with an angry scowl on her face.

[Blindsense]

(( Sorry for the late post - No power for a good while will do that to ya. ))

Richard grinned. The fourth floor seemed to be the place to be for a young thief like him... Perhaps if he was lucky he'd find some plans or documents that he could sell for a king's ransom. The thoughts of the feast one could buy with such money sat heavy in The Crow's mind as he climbed the steps to the fourth floor. Once there, he sticks his head into the main hallway, examining his surroundings... And looking for the most important-looking room.

[Knight Errant]

Isaac hums to himself as he rolls the tank along, checking a sketched map of the city as he does. "Right... that street is mined, those are barricaded... there is an outpost on those two... meaning the main horde will have to go through these three streets." He pauses. "Thats two too many for my taste." He gets on his outside radio. "Everyone with me, post up on G street and stay there." To his side gunners. "You will find a lever to your left or right, depending on your seat. They raise the blast shielding around the gunner cockpit. They cover the back and the sides, so do make sure whatever your shooting at has not much inclination to shoot back. Those guns are loaded with high velocity rubber rounds. Focus on mopping up whatever infantry escape my cannon blasts."

He rumbles along the streets, coming to one of the empty streets, smiling. To his gunners. "Pay attention. What your about to see... is rather awesome." The main cannon clanks as a new set of rounds is loaded up, as Isaac scrolls through his library of building schematics he had assembled of this area. "Lets see... main load bearing collumns there... there... and there. Lovely."

He locks in coordinates, and his cannon thunders, sending out several heavy slugs into the building. There is a pause... then a bright hot fireball erupts from the holes the cannon made in the building... as the sky scraper tilts to the side... with a horrible creak of metal. "Timber...." Says Isaac, wheeling backwards as the building collapses into the street.

He then proceeds to do this to the other vulnerable road... creating a bottleneck at which he soon rests his tank, switching his cannon rounds again to something less... incendiary.

[Blaze]

Sean makes a mad dash for the truck, breathing hard as he risked a glance back to see the remaiing boys breaking their defense and retreating. Arriving at the medic truck, he dumps the two boys on the last remaining beds, looking around at the other medics.

"We need to get these back on the truck. Move!"

[Zoey]

Damian tried his best to land in a safe patch of ground safe from debree. Hopefully there would be some girl soldiers close by he could use to lead him to their base of operations. His main mission goal wasn't sabotage, but the boys where getting pushed back and as a boy he wanted to help them. But now he has to make contact first...

[Brnin8r]

Alicia Strade's smile fluctuated quite a bit as a small explosion rocked near her skyscraper, a stray artillery shot or something, then seeing the boy's frontline collapse like a flan in a cupboard. Everything was going well until the loud cannonfire coming from the large metal contraption down in the battle rocked the field as one of the taller buildings collapsed inward on itself, causing untold damage outside and in. Her mind went to the escorts in the building and she hoped everything would be all right. "Reroute all units to the prime horde down the prime street. Send a toybreaker. Watch for the tank."

Calon Weaver groaned as nothing was going his way. First the battery, then the frontline, and now the retreat. He always hated the fall-back, but he was the best at it and there was a reason the boy's council assigned him to this battle. They knew it was a losing fight, but they could at least save most of the boys. "Get everybody out in a delta-fiver pattern, bikes at each transport." he ordered as he skulked over the map...it was looking pretty good too until the artillery was blown.

Marcus groaned without even looking as Alex entered, a heavy key ring jingling as the brig master opened up the cell, "Yes. We'll be leaving as soon as possible, but with you watching Alyse, I'll be able to help where men are needed." the insult was not hidden in subtlety. "She's locked up and ready to go, you just need to get her to the transport car and drive her to these coordinates," he pointed to a map for Alex on the desk, "Try not to disappoint us girlie..." he said with a sneer as he walked out, large rifle over his shoulder. After he left, the girl sitting in the cell looked up. She had blonde curls that cascaded down her pink vest, her doll-like face smirked, for what reason Alex couldn't know, "Girlie, eh?"

***

Jaina's doctor looked down her glasses, unphased by the rage, "Lower the dosage of patient's hormones..." she said quietly, taking notes, "Don't worry, I don't disclose patient information. Now get of your rag, Jaina." she joked.

***

((Nothing you could do))
The fourth floor was in a scatter, everyone moving left and right trying to quickly pack up. It was obvious the battle wasn't going very well since command was scrambling to load and go. The most important room was at the end of the hall, boy's flags flanking each door with a strong-looking boy leaning over a desk, pencil in his mouth. It couldn't be anyone else but General Weaver himself.

***

The building buckled in on itself as its foundation and support rocked upward, the explosive rounds doing their damndest to take out the tower. The chaos was immense, the taller skyscraper collapsing on its smaller neighbors, covering them in rubble if not taking them down with it. The street was completely blocked and Isaac could hear orders for a reform of the battle line...everything was going as planned. Both gunners brought up their cover, firing once or twice to keep the barrel running.

***

Each medic nods, but the beds themselves were designed to be left behind...it would be too late if they were to fold them up and cart them too. Instead, the medics grabbed the boys and quickly heaved them into the truck, squishing them in with the other boys so that they could fit as much into the transport as possible. The frontline was dissolved, only a few, unfortunate boys were falling behind. Their bodies, however were lost as a bright pink mist, flowed from the girl's horde, coating the ground. With their gasmasks on, it wasn't a problem...but now they couldn't see where the girls were coming. It'd be flight or nothing. In the panic, though, Sean might notice the four small pinpricks of pain in his arms, one more on his neck...he knew he was out of their range now but...in the rush to save those two boys...

***

There was only equipment laid out in front of the tallest building in the city, gun turrets and defense mechanisms surrounded the door Damian could see. Only two guards stood, but with their firepower, Damian figured they could hold the door for hours. That must have been their main base for sure. To the West, the girls had their own gas grenade mortars coating the forward field in Femme X gas. It was lucky for the boy that the stuff wasn't everywhere here or else his crossdressing would become a normal occurence...

[Zoey]

Damian gritted his teeth. He had to somehow take down those mortars, with those things out blocking the boys advance that could help them out largely. Maybe a bit of miscommunication was in order? Damian landed and quickly unbuckled the parachute. He didn't want to get dragged away with the winds. Damian then fixed his blouse and adjusted his hair before lugging his backpack to the mortar installation. Hopefully with the rank of the girl he's impersonation he could lie and make the mortars stop their attack. Still it would take some time and annoyance to reach the damned place. Girly running was one thing that differentiated them from boys. Girls even in war made sure not to show anything under their skirts even if it ment slower running. Damian was carefully monitering his skirt and trying to ignore the feeling of his fake breasts moving inside his bra which made his face blush a bit. Stupid girl things...

[Harri-chan]

Alex had never had to use coordinates or a map before in his life, but he wasn't about to let a chance like this slip through his fingers, and so he kept quiet and nodded to Marcus' orders. "Yes, Sir... ", he said, showing respect despite the insults. He didn't even turn to watch the stronger boy leave, as his eyes fell upon the girl and widened slightly. Moving up to the front of the cell, he lifted both hands, his fingers curling through the bars, and peered at her with a stunned expression. He blushed a little as she brought up Marcus' parting comment, but shrugged his shoulders. "He was being ironic... ", he said. He couldn't help but admire her, and never before had the saying a sight for sore eyes been more appropriate in Alex's life.

If there had been any doubts that had crept into his mind over the last few years about wether he did actually feel attracted to girls... they were blown away now. Pushing the unlocked door inwards, he stepped into the cell, "Alyse, huh? Like in Wonderland?", he asked, seemingly admiring her pink vest just as much as the curves inside it. "I'm Alex". He looked like a kid on Christmas morning as he checked if she was cuffed, and at the same time, tried to get a closer look what was she was wearing below the vest.

[Knight Errant]

Isaac planted his tank in position in the middle of the street, cracks his knuckles, and waits. He gets on the speaker to his gunners. "Thats it boys, the line in the sand has been drawn. Lets give it a good show."

He runs a quick calibration and diagnostics of his equipment, verifying all in the green... then just waits for the street to fill up with lovely targets.

[AshK]

Jaina's doctor looked down her glasses, unphased by the rage, "Lower the dosage of patient's hormones..." she said quietly, taking notes, "Don't worry, I don't disclose patient information. Now get of your rag, Jaina." she joked.

(I'm guessing you meant for the doctor to say get out of your rage, Jaina. Instead of get of your rag.)

"Oh sorry, doctor, I was just a bit upset that's all. I thought you told others. My sisters and the commander already know. I just really didn't want anyone else besides you to know." Jaina said. "Sorry for the outburst doc. I guess I should have figured you would know. Now what were we doing before I went crazy on you?" Jaina asked with a blush of embarrassment.

[Vomica]

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...

(Hey! About a week to reply. That's almost a record for me. Sorry about that.)

Micheal looks at Gus with a gaze of utter... annoyance? Though the younger teen does have a point, what are they supposed to do with them? Let them go? They would tell the other girls where they've been. Take them with them? That is far too much hassle... if the boys are captured over it... ...there is always the option of killing the prisoners. But no. No. Micheal decides against that, that is no better then cold blooded murders. These girls still are people, they still deserve dignity. Micheal glances at Gus, "...tie all of them all up in a room. Save for one. That one tranquilize. Provide a means for her to free her compatriots. ...we should have plenty of time to make our escape. Before they emerge from this building, we will be hours away... if not days." He pauses, and muses "...tranquilize two instead of one. Just as a precaution..." He trails off with that. Tranquilizing was never prefect... there is a reason why anesthesiologist go to school for so long.

He glances at all the others, "Gather what supplies and research we can. We need to get out of here by night fall. Earlier the better." He falls silent for a moment, "Does anyone have any thoughts? We're all in this together." He glances around the room, making eye contact with each boy in turn. Micheal might not be the official leader -- since the group works as a collective community. But he often finds himself taking charge... if one of the other older lads don't. Someone has to in times of crisis.

[Blindsense]

The fourth floor was in a scatter, everyone moving left and right trying to quickly pack up. It was obvious the battle wasn't going very well since command was scrambling to load and go. The most important room was at the end of the hall, boy's flags flanking each door with a strong-looking boy leaning over a desk, pencil in his mouth. It couldn't be anyone else but General Weaver himself.

Richard assumes his nervous guise once again before entering General Weaver's room. "Erm... Excuse m-me, sir," he stammers, saluting shakily. "I'm n-new here... Just got s-sent over from the Southern Battalion... Th-they told me to report for my s-standard issue uniform... Are w-we under attack sir?" He glances around warily, clearly concerned for his safety. "I've n-never seen a b-battle before..."

His shifty eyes could likely be mistaken for a sign of anxiety, but in reality The Crow was hard at work searching for anything of importance... And more importantly, of value.