Kidaroc 2.0

[Knight Errant]

Isaac curses. Well he will be damned if a girl with a explosive tube would do him in. As he begins thinking of countermeasures, he pauses at the knock. Taking up his radio to his gunner. "There is a communicator on your left... What do you want?"

[Harri-chan]

Alex had ended up slumped down in the seat, putting his head level with the shoulders of the two girls, and his knees pushed up a little from the lack of room for his legs. His brown eyes glanced up at the Girl Scout, his lips parted slightly as he watched her. The awestruck look only disappeared when she asked Alyse about knocking him out. His gaze shifted across to the girl on the other side of him, and he awkwardly placed his hands on the seat, careful to avoid touching either girl's thighs, and sat himself upright to look through the window at the boy vehicles driving passed.

"Can I just point out when YOU were MY prisoner, I was gentle... ", he said with a slight frown towards the girl with blonde curls, one hand reaching across his chest to rub at his sore ribs. He didn't argue her claims that nobody would come after them, and chewed on his bottom lip as he watched the last of the convey disappear. Shifting nervously, he squeezed his thighs together, trying to take up as little room as possible as Alyse than began to converse with the Girl Scout right across him. Silently, he turned to look at her again, seemingly interested in her reply, one hand brushing loose hair back behind his ear.

[Zilla]

The roads had cleared enough to let her slip back into the street and drive back toward the girl's base. She eyed the GPS, but was careful not to put in any addresses that could possibly be traced if there was any misfortune on the way back.

"I'd rather not talk about that too much," Julie said. "I had a hard life growing up... and never really fit in. All I know now is that I have a job and a place to stay. That's more than I had before."

She spared Alyse a glance. "I'm Julie Bellinase, Cookie division. What about you?"

As she glanced over, she noticed Alex, looking small and pathetic, seeming to want to disappear from between them. Something about his demeanor tugged at Julie's heartstrings... he seemed to entirely give up. He was so placid and gentle... Totally not the reactions she would have expected from an unwilling captive.

"Hey.... are you all right?" she asks, in a confused tone. She really couldn't figure him out.

[Zoey]

Damian groaned and rubbed her forehead. "Ugh.... Fine, Ill try, but try to limit your attacks please. I don't want to be the one also not following orders when I was told to tell you to stop" replied Damian acting on the spot. "I'll hopefully see you soon..." he said turning around and run-walking back trying to head inside the girls HQ this time. Hopefully he could get inside and get a map or something.

[Blaze]

Sean frowns. Quite frankly, he didn't want to either. He wasn't particularly loyal to the boys anyway, he just wanted to get some real medical practice, and look where it had gotten him.

"Me neither..."

Looking around the truck, he frowned. Could he try to escape? Become a free agent again? Maybe take the other infectees with him?

[Blindsense]

As Richard began to walk out of the armory, he may or may not have been surprised as Calon was standing right there, leaning against the wall. No one was left in the hall, having evacuated. Weaver didn't look amused for a long moment before a small sarcastic smile appeared on his face. With a strong pat on The Crow's shoulder, the general of the boys nodded, "Let's get on our way boy...before we can't call ourselves that anymore." That funny feeling came back with a vengeance as Calon carefully ushered the boy out.

Richard frowned, perhaps betraying a bit of his true demeanor as he trudged out of the compound. That little engagement had certainly soured his mood... One way or another, that general - that kid - was suspicious. He knew. What, exactly, he knew was impossible to safely determine at this point - and that drove Richard mad. If there was one thing that the rogue boy despised -one thing that got his blood boiling and made him make rash, violent decisions - It was variables.

Richard had to get out of there. Ironically, the closer to the girls' camp the Crow could get right now, the safer he would probably be. He stealthily tries to make his way out of town -careful to follow the flow of the others, and to watch his back in case that pesky general was still on his tail.

[Brnin8r]

The doctor smirked, "Well it's good you sisters are so close. Though I can't imagine what they need help with right now since my report says they're on duty out in the field." she said with a shrug, "Though our research division is in need of a few guinea pigs if you're interested." she said as she continued to poke and prod Jaina's body, making sure everything was still operational and that her hormone levels weren't too imbalanced. "Well...that should be that Jaina. Soon you won't even remember the name Jackson."

***

At Isaac's question, the knocking continued but with much more rhythm to it. Of all things it was morse code! "Just sticking for ride" the unseen boy tapped. Meanwhile, the toybreaker was doing her dirty work again, though now it was for control's sake. A loud bang shattered a nearby building pillar, cutting off the tank's retreat!

***

"Yes, you were very gentle, boy. Soft and manneristic. A true gentleman." she said with heavy sarcasm, "Though I must mention also that there were no girls shooting at you when you were escorting me." her tone changed radically to sincere, "I'm honestly not as rough as I seem...I just do what I have to do so I live another day."

To Julie's conversation, she tussled Alex's hair, "Alyse Perry, 2nd Skirt corps. I was trying to be a child model before my parents disappeared and after that, my looks have only gotten me a bonus rank." she shrugged.

The stolen car made its way through the broken city, avoiding the fallen buildings and broken cars. It was a grim sight looking at the devastation wrought by both sides. Eventually though, they were coming up on the girl lines. They might want to advertise their allegiance or otherwise be reacted to with hostile intentions.

***

Damian could easily find his way into the homebase complex, his fake rank more than enough to get him in without notice. The girls had won and their main force was returning from the front line so the main floor was incredibly busy, a sea of perfumed girls and chatting conversations bombarded the infiltrating boy's senses. If anything, the intelligence would be higher up in the building, but he lacked the time to think about it as he was practically tackled to the ground, "HALEY!!!" a squealy cry shouted right into his ear as the girl now on top of her hugged her tight, "I thought you were a goner for sure!!" face down, it was difficult to tell who it was, but the sight of red curls spilling past his own face at least told him her hair color.

***

The caravan of trucks towed the escaping boys away. From the reports coming into the medic truck, Sean could realize that they'd saved quite a few wounded boys this time. It was rare they saved more boys shot than they had taken. "Sir, what did you want me to do with my truck of wounded?" the medic up in the passenger seat asked over the radio. After a short moment, the boy jolted, checking his pocket for his cell phone. "Y-yes Sir?" he asked, looking back into the cargo bed, "Aye sir...will do. Yes I understand." as he hung up the phone, the doors of the transport locked.

***

The general didn't follow the boy after they got out from the building, heading off to his private motorcycle to return to the base with the other retreating boys. Richard on the other hand had quite a bit of distance to cover to the girl's side. The tell-tale sound of cannon fire echoed over the city, signaling a few points of fighting left but there were plenty of alleys of sneaking. Following the flow of others would lead him to the fleeing caravan of boys.

[Blindsense]

The general didn't follow the boy after they got out from the building, heading off to his private motorcycle to return to the base with the other retreating boys. Richard on the other hand had quite a bit of distance to cover to the girl's side. The tell-tale sound of cannon fire echoed over the city, signaling a few points of fighting left but there were plenty of alleys of sneaking. Following the flow of others would lead him to the fleeing caravan of boys.

Truth be told, Richard had no desire to follow the stream of boys... He had a bad feeling about this place right now. He continued through the alleys, taking to the more shadowy rooftops when he could to get a better view of his surroundings. He walked a fine line now, he knew - the boys were dangerous because of the cargo he was carrying, and the girls were dangerous due to their propensity to shoot first and negotiate later. Thus, he made his way carefully, knowing that any mistake could lead to capture... Or worse.

[Knight Errant]

Isaac raises an eyebrow, and shrugs. Fine, its his hide on the line. He pauses as he sees the explosion impact the building behind him... figuring it was now or never, he estimates the rough location of the girl, puts his tank's engines on full drive, and roars around the corner. Keeping a irregular pattern of swerving for movement as he searches for the girl.

[Harri-chan]

Alex's brown eyes widened slightly at the question from the Girl Scout, and for a moment, he seemed lost for words, before nodding his head. "Yeah... ", he said, only now realising why she was confused. "Just... in shock I guess", he added, trying to cover up his odd calm reaction to having been kidnapped, and his cheeks went bright red when he felt Alyse tussling his loose hair.

Turning again, he looked at her, seeming rather uncomfortable at her choice of the word gentleman, wether it was sarcastic or not. "Do all your groups have names like that? Cookie division? Skirt corps?", he asked, glancing down at Alyse's skirt as he spoke. "It's been a while since I've actually seen a girl... ", he admitted. Despite the blonde girl's obvious good looks, it was the Girl Scout that his gaze kept drifting back to.

[AshK]

The doctor smirked, "Well it's good you sisters are so close. Though I can't imagine what they need help with right now since my report says they're on duty out in the field." she said with a shrug, "Though our research division is in need of a few guinea pigs if you're interested." she said as she continued to poke and prod Jaina's body, making sure everything was still operational and that her hormone levels weren't too imbalanced. "Well...that should be that Jaina. Soon you won't even remember the name Jackson."

As Jaina listened to what the doctor said she couldn't help but wonder about some things. For example, would being a guinea pig for the girls research division cost her all of the skills she had gained over the years like martial arts and sharp-shooting among others. When she was in hiding she still went by Jackson and still saw herself as male, but felt in her heart that she was female. She also had to survive on her own chasing down and catching her own food as well as killing it herself. She also had to learn how to cook. Luckily her sisters taught her how to do that before the war. She still had to figure out things on her own like new ways to cook and how to keep from being detected. The day he/she was discovered by his/her sisters was a blessing. He/she was under the impression that he/she would never see his/her sisters again. All these wonders and worries flew through her head as well as some others. She felt oddly comfortable with the doctor poking and prodding her body. Well why wouldn't she. They were both girls weren't they? Or did the doctor still see her as a boy with a feminine body and face? From what she could tell, it was obvious that the doctor was starting to see her as a girl, or did she. As she was running all these thoughts through her head the pain came back, she quickly pushed it to the back of her mind. When she did that, the pain subsided once again. She was still concerned though. What if she did volunteer to be a guinea pig for the girls research division? Would she still be able to do the things she can do now, or would they be gone? That last sentence that the doctor said stuck out in her mind the most though. What did the doctor mean by soon she won't even remember the name Jackson?

At the statement of how close her and her sisters are, tears started forming in Jaina's eyes and she got a sad expression on her face.

"Well you see, my sisters and I had to be close because we were all each other had after our parents pretty much abandoned the three of us." Jaina said with sadness in her voice as tears started to flow and she sniffled. "The abandonment happened right before all the parents along with all the other people 20 and older disappeared."
Jaina quickly wiped the tears from her eyes and her expression returned to being concerned. Especially at the last sentence her doctor said.

"Are you saying that soon, I will only know myself as Jaina Jayme Schatsiek and forget all about Jackson James?" Jaina asked concerned. To be honest, she actually preferred not to remember the name she was given at birth. "What do you mean by that?"

"Also what about the mind modification therapy that I have yet to undergo? Aren't there DVDs, CD-Roms, as well as other CDs and MP3's that I am supposed to be listening to and watching for therapy?" Jaina asked.

"Also how would being a guinea pig for the research division effect my skills that I have acquired over the past year or so? Would I still have them?" Jaina asked.

"I was also wondering how everything looked. When do you think I will be able to undergo my final procedure?" Jaina said then asked.

"I also know that I have to undergo hormone treatment for the rest of my life. There is no way around that." Jaina finished as she looked at the locket, kissed the picture, closed the locket and put it back around her neck and stowed the locket part underneath the top of her uniform top.

"What is it you need me to do next doc?" Jaina asked.

[Blaze]

Sean listened close to the radio chatter, a small smile growing on his lips at the news that they had saved more boys than they had lost. A smile that slipped when he remembered that he was one of the lost, and one that vanished completely when he heard the truck locking up. With a heavy sigh, he called out to the driver.

"So, what did command tell you to do with us?"

[Zilla]

"Yes, you were very gentle, boy. Soft and manneristic. A true gentleman." she said with heavy sarcasm, "Though I must mention also that there were no girls shooting at you when you were escorting me." her tone changed radically to sincere, "I'm honestly not as rough as I seem...I just do what I have to do so I live another day."

Julie smirks a bit at that comment. "I hear you there, sister."

To Julie's conversation, she tussled Alex's hair, "Alyse Perry, 2nd Skirt corps. I was trying to be a child model before my parents disappeared and after that, my looks have only gotten me a bonus rank." she shrugged.

Julie tries to recall what the Skirt corps was again. She tended to focus on her own work and orders so much that she hardly paid attention to the hierarchies and divisions.

Alex's brown eyes widened slightly at the question from the Girl Scout, and for a moment, he seemed lost for words, before nodding his head. "Yeah... ", he said, only now realising why she was confused. "Just... in shock I guess", he added, trying to cover up his odd calm reaction to having been kidnapped, and his cheeks went bright red when he felt Alyse tussling his loose hair.

Turning again, he looked at her, seeming rather uncomfortable at her choice of the word gentleman, wether it was sarcastic or not. "Do all your groups have names like that? Cookie division? Skirt corps?", he asked, glancing down at Alyse's skirt as he spoke. "It's been a while since I've actually seen a girl... ", he admitted. Despite the blonde girl's obvious good looks, it was the Girl Scout that his gaze kept drifting back to.

"That's classified information, hon... at least for a little while," Julie said. "Don't worry, that information will come once you start work," she teased. She almost was a passenger in her own body as something made her give Alex's hand a squeeze. The gesture was alien to her, she didn't know why she did it. Probably to provoke him, she reasoned. She noticed that he kept eying her silently. She was usually very good at reading people, but she couldn't quite figure out his angle here... Was that envy, she saw?

The stolen car made its way through the broken city, avoiding the fallen buildings and broken cars. It was a grim sight looking at the devastation wrought by both sides. Eventually though, they were coming up on the girl lines. They might want to advertise their allegiance or otherwise be reacted to with hostile intentions.

Julie stared in brief wonder at the destruction in the aftermath of the battle. She used so much of the wreckage as hiding places and barriers. Her brain hardly registered the landscape as destruction, instead categorizing it into small bits that she could use to move from place to place. From the seat of the car, she got a new perspective on the situation, since these things were now obstacles that she had to negotiate around, and she was forced to see just how much the cityscape had changed with this war.

"Ah, girls, we're going to need to show them that we're not boys in here. I'm not too worried about it if they get a look at us in here, but if they just see the car, they might think the wrong thing..."

Julie pulls over to the side of the road for a moment. She reaches under her skirt and tugs down her panties, which she slips off her legs and over her shoes. She looks sheepishly at the other occupants. "Unless you can think of a better plan, I'm gonna use these as a flag."

She pops out of the car and slips the panties onto the front antenna of the car, and with a red face, she reseats herself and drives into the girl's territory, panties fluttering from the top of the antenna.

[Zoey]

Damian waves his hand in front on him as he entered trying to clear his nose from all the perfume. It was incredible that amount of perfume they'd were, but at least it was humanly tolerable if they haven't died. He looked around trying to find a way to get upstairs where the intel would be. Fortunately with all this hub up going on the security might be a bit lax. He could easily go up, get a map and some intel and then go back to the mortar position. It was all going as planed before he got attacked by a girl! "Ugh.... "Who?...." replied Damian groaning in pain as he was knocked down and huged tightly not to mention feeling a girls breasts pressed on his back. "Great, just what I needed... someone who knows this girl personally..." thought Damian in dismay as he tried to free himself from the hug.

[Brnin8r]

Richard's path took him through the ruined city. Hopping the rooftops and alleys, The Crow could easily avoid any small sattelite units of any girls or boys. It took him only a few moments but eventually came across a larger chokepoint where the battle was obviously fiercest. Boys and girls alike, left behind by their peers, scattered the floor. They all were alive, though the pain from Femme X and rubber fire kept them very unconcious or at the very best, dazed and barely crawling. The boy could spot maybe six boys crawling in their drug-filled daze, while three girls were limping on all fours trying to get their way back to those who'd abandoned them...

***

The swerving definitely worked as confirmed by the errant explosion that completely missed the tank, giving away the girl's location: second story, nearest corner of the closest building. She was a fast one, but before she could haul out of the way, Isaac's remaining gun turret had reacted and was giving a hail of covering fire around the single pillar, a fluttering skirt being seen around the pillar only once and returning quickly behind as the girl's attempts to get away from the rubber assault failed.

***

"Well you'll be seeing a lot more girls, believe me." Alyse joked as they continued down the street after Julie told the girl's ranks were top secret. She remained a silent stoic for most of the trip, keeping Alex in a loose, but firm hold; only smirking as Julie stopped to hang her panties up on the antenna, "That's one way to do it." she said with a nod.

Julie would remember the Skirt corps were largely front line soldiers. It was practically a death sentence, though she had heard of those who wouldn't ever leave because of the action it offered. Always seeing boys and being able to fight them excited some of the girls to no end...was Alyse one of them?

The two girls and their captive rolled up to the main base, stopping about 100 feet away since there was the last of retreating girls in the way. Several turned with raised weapons, but seeing Julie's hanging underwear and the occupants, they smiled waving. As the car stopped, Alyse nodded, "Shall we take our prisoner into her new world?" she asked gripping Alex shoulder once before opening the car and gently leading the boy out of the door.

***

"Don't get ahead of yourself with questions. There arent' really any hypnosis files since that would create two personalities...a subservient girl and your original self. Clashes happen, believe me its happened before. Being a guinea pig might affect your skills, yes, but I guess you have to weigh that with how much you enjoy living in two different worlds. Your procedure can happen at any point. And I think you're done with the physical." The doctor said to Jaina.

***

"That's classified information...Cadet..." the medic said sadly. It was obvious he didn't want to go through with his orders but it was his ass or their's. There would only be one reason why Sean was demoted...he and his infected friends were to be taken to The Hole House...the foremost research facility of the boy's...

***

It was an easy task...once the girl had let go. Before then it was like being in an iron vice grip, "Oh come on, you couldn't have been that whacked in the head!" the girl joked as she lightly batted at Damian's head as she stood up from the boy. She was a towering goddess from the ground: All leg covered in white stockings that left only a small amount of alabaster skin before her shorter than average skirt came to her girl scout blouse, trying desperately to hold the fully developed bosom of the 18-some odd teenager. Her fiery red hair was pulled back into a ponytail and Damian knew instantly without the light amount of makeup she'd used to accent her eyes and lips, she'd still be leagues away from any woman or girl he'd seen previously, "Come on silly. You remember your BFF Cecilia right?" she asked with hands on her hips.