Girl's Frontline: Wicked Animandum

[X] "I'm… not sure."
[X] "Remember to leave a nice review~ "
[X] Smash the bottle against Lupara's head, dodge Bizon.

Not trying to flat out dodge Lupara, cause trying to dodge an unblinded / undistracted shotgun at essentially point-blank range is probably going to end poorly.

Also now Im quite curious how things would have turned out if V had chosen to join SF in the first few chapters of the quest.
 
[X] Write-in: "They were very good friends."
[X] Write-in: "For this thing? Only what I had to. For me? OH Yes~"
[X] Write-in: Vault/flip over the counter and Lupara's head to dodge her with a harder angle for her to track while firing at Bison. Then target and/or grapple Lupara while borrowing a page out of UMP45's book and having our dummies launch a cyber-hack-attack against Bison if she's still standing, or against Lupara if we already managed to take Bison down. Also try to contact Groza for help via Zenner.

As an advanced doll, we're quite strong enough, and can track targets quite well enough, to do that. We will be multitasking heavily, but we definitely have a good processor core, so I think we'll manage.
 
Could SR-2 just walk out? I'm not sure what they expect but I get the feeling that they won't shoot us in the back if we don't do anything non-threatening. Or maybe this isn't just blind panic and they specifically need us dead, who knows.
 
The issue with this is that V houses all her dummies in her own core, so they'd be actually using her processing power.
So its all just V regardless.
That's why I said we'd be heavily multitasking. The dummies don't help with processor power, but they do help with multithreading as basically virtual cores. We con use them to split our concentration, if not our CPU power, more effectively.
 
I know, I know, I'm late.
So, what kept ol' lurk busy this time? School? Projects? Tax evasion?
Nope, it was... nothing. I was a lazy piece of shit that didn't feel like writing :D
And the excruciating realization that we're approaching the quest's anniversary and I promised something special this time around. So... FUN :D

Don't worry though, I'm not tired of writing this quest at all. Though I am tired of writing something else, especially since nobody else is reading it... so for those who still remember it, MGF (Metal Girl Fallen) will be put onto the lowest shelf in the freezer (like it wasn't due for an update for months now already) and I am unsure if I'll every return to it someday, even though I'd really like to finish it. But I am doing this so I can take on another project in its place. You guys might like it when it's ready for me to reveal, the discord peeps might already know what it is. But until then, enjoy lil' V, because she ain't going anywhere~

Anyway. With that out of the way, I present to you an action filled chapter of one smug roman numeral 5, and I wish you all pleasant day ^^
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Chapter 98
You sigh, as the jukebox changes to a more rocky tune...

"What a waste of a good drink…"

With a more immediate problem right in front of you, and your weapon in a bad angle, you take the next best thing to get this one danger out of your face. You reach for the bottle of vodka she left on the counter, part of your mourning the waste of a perfectly good drink, before smashing the thing straight into the side of Lupara's face. T-doll skulls might be stronger than most, but getting hit by another T-doll pretty much evens it out again. Glass shards and alcohol went flying as the bottle shattered, causing the doll to recoil. No doubt that'll disorient her for a while, which leaves you with the secondary danger.

You turn to your right, already in full swing, aiming to fire at Bizon before she has a chance to fire at you. But your bullets only pierce the air as the white haired doll is already rolling over the counter to take cover on the other side. She slips off the other end before you have a chance to redirect your aim, getting into cover.

With no time to waste, get your feet up onto your stool, preparing to kick yourself off and rain down fire from above. But then you heard the cracking of glass, and noticed a doll with her face full of it, and one mean look shot your way. Lupara pulled the trigger and blasted a hole right through the counter. Shredding the wood, the shot made short work of your stool, and would've messed up your legs if you did not have them up.

The stool crumbled, and you fell with it, your back hitting the ground. Maybe you'll be pulling out splinters later, but right now you've got no time to catch your breath. Looking up, you see the ceiling, a slowly rotating fan, and the barrel of a gun emerging to look over the counter. And with that shotgun being a sawn-off, it'll have its angle on you very soon. So despite the splinters littering the ground, you perform a side roll towards the counter. The second shell just narrowly missed the spot you were at just moments ago.

You hit the side of the bar, which let you know you broke line of sight once again with the counter above you. And knowing that the two shells of her shotgun have already been shot, you've got a window of opportunity while she reloads.

As you lay on your back once more, you lean back with your feet above your head, and spring yourself upwards, kicking straight through the wooden counter with great force. You hear Lupara's yelp as your boots leave a mark and wooden splinters on her face, great pain befalling her previously smug visage twice now.

You proceed to roll back onto your legs and finally stand on them again too. But before you could go and actually start shooting at the dazed shotgun, her companion decided to finally show her face. Bullets flew your way, so you duck behind your side of the counter again. But as bullets keep piercing its weak wooden construction, you're forced to retreat behind something more durable. That's when you notice that the tables are actually metallic, and therefore much better at stopping enemy fire. So you dive to one and flip it, just in time for a breather. Now there's both cover and distance between them and you.

"Fucka… think she bent my jaw!"

"Stay focused! We cannot allow her to escape!"

"Damn straight we ain't!"

Everyone seems to be taking this moment to reload their weapons, but you take this breather to do something extra. You're outnumbered by extraordinary dolls, one having information you're very interested in. You need backup. While there is a risk of attracting unwanted attention, be it Griffin or even Sangvis, you still let out a signal to your allies, Ots-14 and Ouroboros, that you're currently in quite a pickle. Hopefully they arrive swiftly and before anyone else.

For now though, you've got to hold your own. The sooner you act, the less time they'll have to devise a strategy against you. A pincer movement in enclosed spaces would be unpleasant. So to counteract their efforts a little, you put your E-war module to good use and disrupt their comms.

"You two want a piece of me that badly?" you call.

"We just want to make sure nobody else gets a piece. A necessary precaution."

You reach under your poncho, looking for that little something that'll get their eyes off of you. Not frag, not incendiary, but stun grenade. Only one, but that's all you need. You hook the pin with your palm, trying to remember their last positions.

"Y'know, I kinda felt sorry for ya at first, but now I'mma leave ya in more pieces than anyone would care to stitch back together!"

A smirk crept up on your lips. You thought only SF liked to talk long enough to their detriment, but here are those two, giving away their positions by talking. You've got them right where you want them. With one swift movement, the pin is pulled, but you're not throwing the 'nade just yet.

[ ] "I'll say this only once: stay the hell out of my way!"
[ ] "How about I'll take a piece of you instead?"
[ ] "I'm sorry, the person you're trying to call is currently exercising her right for freedom. Please leave a message after the BANG!"
[X] Write-in: ...

You threw it with just the right timing for it to most definitely hit at least one of them, and the loud flashing sound came immediately after. You gave them as little time to react as you could, and as little time to respond as you could, immediately heading out of your cover. Weapon raised, you fire away at their small formation. But although your bullets connected with something, they did no damage, for a shotgun always tanks what's thrown straight at her. Little Lupara might be blinded, but the trademark shields of the SG type T-dolls were positioned to take whatever she couldn't see. The shields hung from mechanical arms extending from her spine, similar to those of other shotguns you've met, but the shields themselves seemed to be two open suitcases with armored coverings. You could not see what was inside them, but the outside stopped your bullets like any other shield. And with Bizon hiding behind her, you'll have a hard time getting even a single hit in. Seems you'll have to get up close and personal.

You pull out one of your machetes and go on the offensive, charging the shotgun and the SMG. By the time her eyesight would return to her, you're already running over tables towards her. Her face, scarred with shards of glass and wood splinters, flares up in shock. You fire as your approach to keep her shields preoccupied, then jump as you get close enough. Pellets miss as you fly above them, and over Lupara too. You land just between the shotgun and Bizon, who also just regained her eyesight. Now this might seem like a tight position, because it is, but also one you can deal the most damage from.

With your machete in one hand, you aim a stab at the opposing SMG, one she was prepared to parry with her reflexes. You know she would be around as fast as you, but that's also what you were hoping for. She blocked your attack with her weapon, a loud "clank" echoing as your blade gets stuck in the space between her gun's barrel and the cylindrical magazine, stopping your attack but also sacrificing her ability to retaliate for the duration of this stalemate. You smile, as that's exactly what you wanted.

Lupara was in the process of turning around, but you were prepared to counter her. Frankly, part of you was wondering whether this'll even work, but you'll just have to trust your equipment. That equipment being the wing shields you were trusted with by Benelli, repaired into a functional state after yesterday. In their current state, unconnected to your spine and still riddled by parapluie, they wouldn't be able to protect you. But when they are extended manually, the pack quite the punch. And one click was all it took for the metal wing to spring out from under your poncho, hitting Lupara straight into her (lacking) chest. The impact sent her flying back, and you attempted to fire off a few rounds her way, but she blocked those with her shields before landing behind the counter. At least she was temporarily out of the way, so you could focus on Bizon.

The slightly taller doll took advantage of your split focus, reaching with one hand for your collar and trying to throw you to the side. You can't do much against it with your preoccupied hands and smaller frame, but before she throws you off, you manage to pry off her magazine with your blade. Guess that fancy cylindrical design wasn't so practical.

You stumbled and hit the counter with a heavy thud. The sound of your impact is followed by a click, her gun trying to shoot air. You turn back with a smug look, transforming her confusion into anger. As you raise your gun, she knows she doesn't have enough time to reload her gun, so she charges you instead with great speed, pulling a knife from a thigh scabbard. You jump onto the counter into a handstand to avoid her slash, then last behind it to dodge another slash. Afterwards It's a knife fight, and while she was bigger you had a bigger knife. Though between two SMG-type dolls, the motions may seem more like a blur than well timed parries. Actually, somehow this reminds you of a little song floating around in your memory...

"Oh, I have all my fingers

The knife goes chop chop chop

If I miss the spaces in between

My fingers will come off~"


Disbelief mixed with frustration took place on Bizon's face, her concentration was great yet not enough to break through to you, though it still kept you from breaking through to her. But conveniently, you've got just the thing for that. Time to take a page out of 45's book and make her head spin. As your E-war module does it's work, you notice her eye movements becoming sluggish.

"Oh, chop chop chop chop chop chop chop

We're turning up the heat~

And if you hit your fingers

Then your hand will start to-"


"AH!"

Finally, you land a solid hit on her hand, severing two of her fingers and breaking the grip on her knife. You were actually aiming at her wrist, but she was resilient. You continued the E-war attack, planning to take another slash, when you heard the snap of a shotgun barrel.

Right, this is where she landed after all…

You spot Lupara charging your way with her gun aimed your way underneath her shield, so you jump and split your legs to let the shells pass under you again, though there's no stopping the rampaging shotgun in her tracks. Her shields ram you, but she does not stop in her stride. You try to reach around and hit her as you're taken along, be it by shooting or slashing her. But eventually you reach the end of the counter, and you're sent crashing through it and a table behind it, feeling the splinters for yourself this time.

The impact left you a little shaken, but so it did with Lupara, who crashed into another direction. Deciding not to be a sitting duck, you roll to the side, hiding beneath some of the tables that are still intact, preferably metallic.

The battle is starting to become taxing on your body, and although you landed some good hits, you're still outnumbered. You start considering other options… seeing as this place's construction is largely wood, one good incendiary grenade would create quite the hellfire, forcing everyone into a flight or die situation. Would help you escape, but also pretty much ruin your chances of catching either of them alive. If only you had backup…

But then, something about the situation changed. You noticed a signature approaching, unidentified and unaffiliated. Could be Groza and Ouroboros, which would turn the odds in your favor and allow you to maybe capture one of them alive. Though it could also be that other T-doll that is with them, the SMG with the display mask, which might be too much for you to handle or even escape from. Only thing you know is that it's approaching fast, really fast…

Considering the possibilities, you need to decide what to do right now.

[X] Set the place on fire. Bizon and Lupara will die or flee.
[ ] Try to weaken Lupara.
[ ] Try to weaken Bizon.
[ ] Stall by attempting to negotiate.
[ ] Write-in
 
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[X] "How about I'll take a piece of you instead?"
[X] Set the place on fire. Bizon and Lupara will die or flee.
 
[X] Write in: "I'll keep my pieces thank you, but you can have this piece!"
[X] Try to weaken Lupara.

SG's are very bad news, and Lupara still has a shot. She needs to go down ASAP. Bizon still needs to reload and has already lost fingers. As for the approaching signature, it is likely our allies, since we sent for help while jamming our (bad) hosts' comms. We can always use the fire strategy if it turns out to be the masked doll.

Then again, gamer instincts always say to finish off the weaker target first to reduce/eliminate enemy firepower as quickly as possible...
 
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"You two want a piece of me that badly?" you call.
"We just want to make sure nobody else gets a piece. A necessary precaution."
V's so smol there's not enough for everyone to get a bit!
Grab her while you can!

So to counteract their efforts a little, you put your E-war module to good use and disrupt their comms.
11th hour superpower.
Hax comms.

Whole fight is Black Lagoon flashbacks. V and Fabiola going on a bar run :lol: we just need a Church of Violence along the way to round things up.
Also, lol. Calling the other two monologueing dummies and then trying to be one.
Just throw the damned thing at them girl!

[X] Write-in: Just throw the grenade at them.
[X] Set the place on fire. Bizon and Lupara will die or flee.
 
Also, lol. Calling the other two monologueing dummies and then trying to be one.
Just throw the damned thing at them girl!
This isn't being a dummy. We're keeping them occupied with our smug for the couple seconds we need to let the grenade cook. Also, a single quip here and there is hardly a monologue.
 
This isn't being a dummy. We're keeping them occupied with our smug for the couple seconds we need to let the grenade cook. Also, a single quip here and there is hardly a monologue.
Plus, Veresk was already established as a smug piece of work that taunts her enemies every chance she gets. I don't get why now all of the sudden that's a bad thing? She sung the knife song while having a knife fight for crying out loud.
 
Since on a number of occasions V has shown two different personalities, the smug playful one, and the professional driven one. At this point V is in a fight against a high tier SMG, and a tanky shotgun, while a 3 party of unknown affiliation is heading her way. Its not a surprise she's prioritizing her safety when lacking allies in an uneven fight.
Also switching between her personalities is a good way to throw off another person.
 
2 year anniversary
Oh dear, would you look at the time...

It is that time of year once again, my dear readers. Smug SMG enthusiasts love it, SF fear it, shotguns roll their eyes at the thought. This day is cause for celebration, because it is...

The 2 year anniversary of Wicked Animandum!

When I started this, I never would've imagined I'd keep this thing going for so long. Just a meme about Skyrim and anime girls, blowing up into something that continuously brings us together to enjoy the adventures of one smug girl who's fate we all contributed to shaping. I am so glad I get to celebrate Lil' V's birthday with you all, and while I don't have an all-stars shitpost prepared like last time, I have been working on something you all might enjoy even more. Take it as my gift to you all, since many of you have been wondering how such a scenario might go. I'll drop it here right after this celebratory post, and depending on the reception, we might see more like it, and that more frequently than once a year XD. Maybe as a new type of reward for omakes even!

Either way, I thank you all once again for reading my stuff, you guys are the reason I write this, and every like and vote you make makes me happy. My gift to Veresk herself is another year of glorious adVenture, and many more surprises for everyone. So, before the Ausies fall asleep, time to post the big surprise. Enjoy~
 
A different path
Chapter numeral: - - -
Title: A different path
Date: unknown
Location: outskits of Area S0-
Begin playback...
…-...2...

The seating shakes and bounces as the vehicle drives on a bumpy road, the mud beneath the wheels causing a slide here and there, and this not being a regular road means nothing in the back of that truck will sit comfortably. It doesn't help that it is cold, the back being open, and it's cramped. Not like one would expect pleasant travel conditions when working for a PMC into what is practically a warzone. And while all this would obviously make one uncomfortable and agitated, she's feeling anxious for whole different reasons…

…-12…

It all felt so familiar, yet so wrong too. She shouldn't have to be here, not again, not reliving this hell. Everything feels the same: the cold air, the bleak mood, and bumpy road, hell, even her seat… the only thing reminding her that her arms aren't tied behind her back is the firm grip she has on her gun.

"AA-12?"

"H-huh?"

The shotgun snapped out of her trance, her focus returning to the present. The one to bring her back to her senses was the SMG-type T-doll sitting next to her, a somewhat concerned look on her face when it's usually cheerful. She blinked once, though it was only noticeable on her right eye, the left one covered by some sort of eyepatch.

"Oh, um, yeah, I'm fine Skorpion…"

"You don't look like it." spoke another doll, this time a HG type sitting across from her, idly tapping one of her pistols against her knee. "You look like you're about to be retired. We're not even there yet. Are you even a shotgun?"

"I can put you into early retirement if you'd like." hissed the shotgun, but before the HG could retaliate…

"Cut it out, both of you." spoke another doll, sitting a little further away. "Lay off her NZ-75."

The pistol cursed under her breath, but bit her tongue. The shotgun just slumped back in her seat, but didn't seem that much more relieved.

"She does have a point though…" she spoke again, setting the rifle she was checking to her side, brushing her short white hair. "You don't look like yourself, AA-12."

"... it's all just so similar."

"What'd she mean now?"

"She probably means the Alzome incident." Looks like the rifle hit the mark, seeing the shotgun grimace.

"Ugh, your win, JS05."

"Skorpion, you were there too, right?"

"Sure was."

"Was it really that bad?"

"... peh, bad doesn't even begin to describe it." answered the shotgun. "It's been several months already, but…" her voice trailed off into nothingness.

"We suffered heavy losses that day…" continued Skorpion. "But at least we managed to accomplish our mission and keep the AR team safe."

"Oh don't get me started on those fuckers." suddenly snapped the shotgun, much to everyone's surprise. "It's their fault all of that even happened. Those damn elite dolls from Anti-Rain used us like cannon fodder."

"AA-12, you know it wasn't like tha-"

"Tell that to our comrades buried in the ruins of Alzome. M16 and M4 scurried away the second we got out. They were the reason we were lined up like sheep and they didn't even feel guilty for it…"

"I wouldn't blame all of my problems on just one singular thing." voiced Skorpion.

"Except all my problems can be traced back to them. Everything started going downhill from there…" AA-12 sighed. "Let's hope this'll end better than Operation Cube…"

"We'll see. Ots-14, the doll that was at the head of that operation, will be joining us up ahead."

"Well, that fills me with confidence…"

"Hey now, it wasn't her fault that Cube failed." spoke the rifle. "Groza is very capable as a leader. Our losses would've been far greater had it not been for her."

"Whatever…"

The conversation trailed off back into silence. AA-12 took a peek outside. Area S02 really looks like a battlefield these days, and she's being sent right into the thick of it. Sure would've helped to have those elites join the fray, but they just kick the hornet's nest and disappear. Nobody heard of them in a while…

Personally, she hopes she'll never hear of them again.
With solid ground finally beneath her feet, AA-12 took a deep sight. She plopped another lollipop into her mouth and started licking at it slowly. With recent ration limitations, she has to keep an eye on her reserves, though half the time it only stresses her out more, increasing her consumption. The clean air does ease her mind somewhat, so she's able to focus a bit.

Along with her are the other dolls from the transport, including VZ61 Skorpion, NZ-75 and JS05, they walked towards the local G&K camp together. On the way they came across a few other dolls, including one particularly small SMG.

"Oh, Skorpion! And miss AA-12! Welcome to camp Volskaya!"

"Hey there, MP5!"
"Ugh…"

AA-12 was her usual grumpy self, though she did make a half-hearted wave towards the short doll, which she only took with joy.

"You seem to be in good spirits."

"Because I am! Boss and the commander finally let me prove myself on the front lines. This is my moment to impress them!"

"Hah, neat. Now you've got me all fired up as well!"

Skorpion and MP5 engage in light banter as the SMG joins them, but AA-12 still seems distracted, distant, as they keep going through camp Volskaya. Suddenly all the white noise was pierced by a loud, almost enhanced voice.

"ALL NEWLY ARRIVED GRIFFIN SQUADS REPORT TO THE COMMAND CENTER. REPEAT, ALL NEWLY ARRIVED GRIFFIN SQUADS REPORT TO THE COMMAND CENTER."

AA-12's ears kept ringing for a while afterwards, and the other dolls caught off guard by the loud announcement too.

"What the fuck? Is that bitch using a megaphone or something?!" cursed AA-12.

"A-actually, she was." spoke MP5, not as impacted by the noise as the others. Perhaps because she's been in the camp for longer. "The leader of Team Palette is in charge of field command here. She tends to use a megaphone to make new announcements to the whole camp."

"Using a megaphone? Who the hell does that when we've got Zener?" complained the shotgun. "Who is this doll?"

"Well, her designation is… RO635."
On a little hill overseeing the camp, two T-dolls stood, one holding a yellow megaphone.

"AMMO SHIPMENT 04 IS TO BE DISTRIBUTED TO ECHELON 3. AAT, GET ON IT."

With a click, she turned off the megaphone and lowered it, turning to the doll standing next to her. Said doll was covering her ears, but let them go when the auditory danger passed.

"You could just use the Zener network too, Ro."

"The enemy has less of a chance to catch out communications this way. Besides, it's more personal this way."

She sighed, looking over the camp of busy dolls, running up and down with crates and weapons, gearing up for a fight. Things were really bustling under her command. She hung the megaphone onto her belt before speaking again.

"Anyway. What do you have for me, Groza?"

The blonde doll beside her pulled something out of her pocket, a photo. The SMG t-doll Ro took it, inspecting it to see it's an image of a doll.

"We've suffered losses in operation Cube, this was one of them. M82A1 Barrett, one of my best snipers. Unlike the other losses we've suffered, intel suggests Sangvis Ferri didn't destroy her."

"You mean she was captured?"

"Possibly." answered the AR type. "It is from the recovered footage of… Ots-12, my sister… that we discovered the nature of those signal jammers. Barrett's body wasn't found among the fallen, so I believe…"

"If that is the case, she's no doubt infected by parapluie." deducted Ro. "You understand what that means, right?"

"I understand perfectly." Groza accepted the photo back. "She fell along with operation Cube, but her suffering continues on. Intel suggests Sangvis has recently moved a jammer with her markings into Area S02. If it wouldn't be too much trouble…"

"I understand." Ro hummed in thought, before formulating a reply. "The mission parameters take priority, but I'll see what can be done."

"Peh, don't get your hopes up." suddenly spoke a third voice approaching. Ro and Groza look behind them to see a group of T-dolls coming up to them, a displeased shotgun at the front. "Those elites won't do anything that doesn't directly benefit them."

"AA-12… and what gave you that impression?"

"Your sisters did, back at Alzome." the shotgun stared at her.

"The AR team? Hmph, word spreads fast, I see…" sighed the SMG. "I haven't been on operations with them in a long time, I cannot speak on their behalf."

"More importantly, Ro hasn't had contact with the AR team in a long time. She has been leading a team of her own under Griffin, and they've been successful so far."

"She's still a special T-doll from 16Lab, one of a kind, full of fancy prototype tech." the shotgun continued as she took a few steps closer, now directly in front of Ro, staring her down. "So you're much more valuable than any of the other dolls in this camp, aren't you?"

"That is why I am in a position of command, to be able to support all of you and lead you to victory." replied the SMG, standing her ground.

"No matter the cost, right?" hissed AA-12. "5 dolls, that's how many dead allies the AR team got away with. How many do you think you're worth?"

"That's enough, AA-12." interrupted Groza, separating the two. "Ro has her orders to follow, and so do we. Everything will be overseen by our commanders."

AA-12 is forced to back off, but she just scoffs afterwards. "That sure fills me with confidence…"

The dolls behind her were quiet this whole time. Did they agree with her? Did they just not want to get involved? Ro contemplated on those thoughts for a moment, but then let it be.

"Report to the distribution camp and pick up your gear. The operation will begin soon."

"Whatever." The shotgun gave her one last look before taking off. "Let's leave before she bursts our eardrums."
The mud beneath her boots makes squashing noises as she moves through the plains, allies in tow. The trenches provide cover from both eyesight and crosshairs, even if the actual fighting is taking place further away. AA-12 moved closely behind NZ-75, who was taking point, followed by MP5 and M249 Saw.

"It seems that Operation Headstart has begun. Let's get a move on while SF is busy."

"So we're just waltzing into their base, hoping they won't see us?"

"Pretty much." answered NZ. "These trenches are old, SF might not have fully mapped them out yet. A small team like ours should get in no problem."

"And if we're spotted?"

"Then we'll get the hell out of there. Stop whining."

AA-12 sighed, plopping another lollipop into her mouth. The day was looking bleaker the further they got. She didn't even know she'd be filling such a critical role until she arrived at the camp. Protecting the data extraction team, was there really nobody else they could've chosen? What a drag…

"Hey, isn't this how Operation Cube got fucked? A team was sent into their base, wasn't there?"

"Peh, what do you know?" said NZ.

"I know some super secret squad was supposed to take care of the ringleader in charge of that area, but failed."

The handgun huffed. "Ugh, fine… some fancy special squad was sent in to deal with Ouroboros, but they weren't prepared to deal with 5 ringleaders in one night."

"Was it the AR-team?"

"Nah, they would've made an entrance. But nobody even saw those guys. They were tough shit though, taking down Hunter and Executioner by themselves while we only dealt with Scarecrow. Everything was looking well, until it was time to assault Ouroboros' fortress…"

"And then?"

"Well, presumably, they got in and found her. Except she wasn't alone. Suppose not even a team of top secret specialists can handle two ringleaders at once."

"That's when the operation failed?"

"Pretty much. That's all we've been able to figure out though. The presence of another ringleader is the only thing that'd explain their sudden reinforcements, driving us back. We were so damn close too…"

"Hmm…"

A moment of quiet lingered, before the handgun spoke again.

"Why do you even care? I can understand your butthurt with the AR team, but Cube had nothing to do with them."

"... just wondering what her stake in this is."

"Who? Ro? Geez, beat it already."

"M-maybe you're being too hard on miss Ro?" MP5 commented, but she only received a glare from AA-12. Though, seeing the SMG wince, she laid off, turning her attention back to NZ-75.

"I've seen the AR team abandon fellow dolls with my own eyes. Allies that were sent into harm's way to rescue them, and even someone who had nothing to do with them…"

"...?"

"... forget it, let's just keep going."
"Scan complete… the facility appears mostly empty."

NZ-75 stashes her scanner, continuing on to lead her team through the dimly lit hallways. AA-12 carefully follows.

"How do we know the local ringleader isn't waiting for us?"

"Quit worrying. Last time I radioed in with Ro, she said she was last spotted on the battlefield. Unless we trigger an alarm, she has no reason to return."

"Saw, you keeping track of our return route?"

"Don't worry, I may be a slacker, but I won't jeopardize our escape."

"How reassuring…"

The 4 doll squad moves through the corridors of the repurposed Sangvis base. Intel says that it used to be a military facility, the source of many of SF's hacked military units giving Griffin a hard time. Seeing as the base is heavily fortified, HQ believed some valuable information was stored inside, especially with the frequency of other ringleaders visiting the facility, including the high ranking Agent. They waited until only one ringleader remained, and began the data raid.

It didn't make the assault easy, this is still very deep within Sangvis territory, but the damage the base received back in WW3 allowed the small team to enter undetected. Now inside, their task is to find the central control system and gather data on what they're hiding in there. Before that though, another scout was sent ahead to assess the situation, and they were now supposed to meet up.

"Where is this Z40 waiting for us?"

"She said to check any broom closets we come across. Have a guess."

It seems their first tasks will be trickier than originally thought. They have already come across three closets, and haven't found her in a single one. Not much else to find there either, SF doesn't seem to clean the place much or use the rooms for anything, seeing how massive the facility is. That makes it a good hiding spot, AA-12 guessed.

But it seems that 4 times' the charm, as upon opening the fourth broom closet, they notice someone kneeling on the ground. A short girl with blonde hair, fiddling with some sort of device. Looked like some sort of box at first, but one that opened on the thin side, but there were a display and a keyboard inside. They then realized it's some very old portable computer.

The girl noticed them a few seconds after they entered, her breath hitching for a moment. "Ah! There you are guys. I was starting to get worried!"

"If it took us that long, why haven't you hacked the cameras yet?"

The girl puffed her cheeks for a moment, fixing the collar of her button-up shirt. "Well, I would, but Sangvis removed all of them. They didn't even replace them, the majority of electronics for this place are just gone."

"... so you got nothing?"

"Hehe~" the girl wagged her finger - or rather, one of her pistols, with a yellow flashing light at its tip - in disagreement. "Lo and behold, Z40 has procured a map and pinpointed the location of the nerve center, as well as other curiosities. You may clap now."

An actual clapping noise did emerge, from the little MP5, though a few stares from the other dolls quickly quieted it down once again. NZ-75 smirked.

"Alright then, get your ass up. What's our first stop?"

The other pistol smiled, standing up and dusting off her pants. She pulled out a floppy disk from the computer and stashed it into some special waist pouch for those things. She then closed the ancient laptop and grabbed it by a belt, hanging it off her shoulder. Her eyes turned from a vybrant yellow to a simple grey as she stepped out of the broom closet.

"Follow me then."
The team of now 5 T-dolls was traversing the corridors until they reached a large hall, used for the storage of military assets, mainly combat units. Aegis and Nemeum units stood on standby, even a Manticore was sitting hooked up to some power source. Before Z40 could lead them in however, AA-12 grabbed her by the shoulder.

"Where the heck are you leading us? What if one of those goes online and sees us?!"

"Geez, I didn't overlook that, you know." replied the handgun, shaking off her grip from her shoulder. "Those units aren't combat ready. They're hooked up to the mainframe while Sangvis code eats away at their programming. It's how they assimilate the units and put them under their control."

"So these are new ones they found?"

"Seems so. All we need to know is that they're probably not going to be ready for today's battles… c'mon."

With their worries suppressed, they stepped into the large hall. Like the T-doll said, they didn't react to their presence, or anything at all. They might as well be offline, though that didn't stop AA-12 from aiming her gun their way at all times.

"Relax AA-12, they aren't even online." spoke the MG that was with them, idly holding her gun aiming at the ground. The shotgun wouldn't have it though.

"I've seen first hand how unpredictable those things can be."

The MG shrugged, not taking her worries seriously.

They continued on through the hall, reaching a part that was reserved for different kinds of machinery by the looks of it. Large cylindrical constructs, bolted to the ground, connected by tubes and cables to other constructs. Their nature was unclear, though the dolls were curious.

Z40 approached what appeared to be a central terminal, pulling out some equipment to interact with it in a safe manner. It seems she's quite the tech specialist, despite the ancient gear she carries around. Meanwhile, AA-12 and Saw approach one of the pod-like structures, noticing something like a monitoring screen on its side, displaying the interior. It's difficult to make out due to data being displayed on screen as well, but while squinting their eyes, they made out the lines and shades of a humanoid figure.

"Is that… a doll?"

"... looks like it. What are these things… jammers? Are these captured dolls?!"

"It's a different design than those we saw in the field…" spoke Z40. "What does the doll inside look like? Does she… look like one of ours?"

"Hmm… not that I can tell… we have lots of girls with white hair…" remarked Saw. The shotgun beside her, also of white hair, remained in thought for longer though, staring at the doll within.

"Something about her seems familiar… but she gives off the signs of a Sangvis. Just look at the markings on her shoulder."

"Now that you mention it, her hair does kinda remind me of Hunter. Are these repair pods?"

"Well, according to the system analysis…" spoke Z40, switching out floppy disks in her computer, however that worked. Her eyes had that distinct yellow glow once more. "It is… more of a data socket. An integration point for dolls."

"Huh? Wouldn't a simple access point work in that case? This whole thing seems a little… excessive."

"Not entirely… this isn't just to grant access to the network, this is to grant access to the doll. By monitoring all of the unit's systems and cooling it steadily, it becomes a part of the network itself. This can be either used to strengthen the network, or to configure the unit with extreme efficiency."

"So… they basically become extra computation power for the system?"

"Or the system gets to crack them open like an egg…" murmured NZ.

"Um… g-guys?" MP5 voiced to get their attention, gesturing to one of the pods. They approached it to see a different doll within. Much taller, with some sort of metal plates emerging from her hair. Said hair was long and white, though the edges remained a distinct shade of pink…

"Wait, isn't that…?"

"M82A1 Barrett." said Z40, approaching the pod along with the others. Her expression was grim. "So it is true… they use these for the conversion process."

"Conversion? Doesn't Parapluie do that already?" asked AA-12.

"Partially. Some dolls take longer to convert than others. This device doesn't only accelerate that… it practically completely turns them into Sangvis dolls."

"...!!! Are you sure…?!"

"They already have characteristics similar to those of a ringleader. If I didn't know any better, I'd probably mistake her for one."

"... what do we do then?"

"The only thing we can do." spoke NZ-75, raising one of her pistols and pressing it against the pod's hull. But seeing this, AA-12 immediately intervenes, pulling her aim away. Against the shotguns strength, the handgun didn't put up much of a struggle. "What the hell are you doing?!"

"You were about to shoot one of ours!"

"Wrong. I was about to shoot one of them!" the handgun stared back with a serious gaze, even as the shotgun's grip tightened. "Look at her, she's practically a ringleader at this point! You want Sangvis to send her out and kill what friends she had before this?"

"And what if that was you? Abandoned, captured and used like that?"

"Then I'd want you to put a bullet in my head before I wake up."

The stares between the two continued in silence. AA-12 was looking for hesitation in her words, some sign that she wasn't serious, but found none. NZ-75 was dead serious with her words, and the shotgun suddenly felt stumped.

How can she say that, she thought. She hasn't seen such fearlessness, such resolve since Alzome. When that damn one-eyed mutt didn't even shed a tear…

Suddenly, the quiet was interrupted by the loud, periodic noise of the alarm, and the flashing of red lights above their heads. AA-12 immediately let go of the handgun and they both cursed under their breaths.

"Damn it, how'd they spot us?!"

"I-I don't know, but we need to get out of here. The ringleader is definitely on her way!" Z40 hurriedly stashed away her equipment and pointed in the direction of their escape. However, they were interrupted by sudden gunfire from behind, rounds hammering against the shields of the shotgun. The military units on standby have begun to move, and they thirst for blood.

"Run! I'll provide cover!"
Rushing through the halls, the group of infiltrator dolls followed closely by Z40, who was leading them on a path she had memorized. AA-12 was lagging a bit behind, but they wouldn't leave her behind. Resistance was low, as they moved too fast for the defense systems to pinpoint them, but that soon changed. One after another, certain hallways were being blocked off by armored steel shutters, a system to keep intruders from both getting in and getting out. Z40's eyes shot wide when she saw this, seeing the path before them close shut.

"Darn it… this way!"

A quick turn to the right, she led them through a hall that wasn't blocked off. Her expression was more panicked now, and NZ-75 picked up on this.

"You know where we are going, right?"

"Y-yeah. If we just… n-no!"

She couldn't finish that thought before noticing that the path she wanted to take had also closed off.

"Great. Let's hope third time's the charm."

Z40 ignored the comment completely, her eyes distant as she tried to remember any other paths. Finally, she pointed down another hallway, and the group was about to go its way, when they noticed the shutter doors to it closing as well.

"No, not again!" she said as they all started running. The path through was growing thinner and thinner, and with one last slide, at least one of them made it through before the path was blocked off.

The handgun slammed her hand against the gate, Saw and MP5 close behind. Soon after, AA-12 caught up with them too, a little out of breath.

"... the hell are you guys standing around here for? Where's NZ?"

The dolls looked to the door, and the shotgun gathered the rest. She knocked against it, yellow to the other side.

"NZ!? You there?!"

From the other side, the voice replied, though muffled.

"Yeah! I'll try finding a way to get you guys out! Meanwhile, try finding another way Z40!"

The pistol, after a good bit of shit, finally snapped out of her trance and nodded, whipping out her computer again. Meanwhile, AA-12 turned back to the gate. With a sigh, she spoke.

"You better get us out of here NZ!"

"Focus on surviving! I'll do what I can-"

Suddenly, the lights that were illuminating the halls shut down, enveloping everything in darkness. Shortly after, the red glow of the emergency lights went on, and a gasp could be heard from the other side.

"... it's her…"

"What…?" questioned MP5 with a worried voice. "W-who?"

"NZ?" AA-12 asked, but after getting no response, slammed her shield against the gate and called again. "NZ! Who?!"

"It's…"

On the other side, was with her back against the hate, dual pistols aimed into the reddish darkness, almost ready to fire at any sign of motion. It wouldn't reveal itself yet, it is its presence that becomes apparent first. The feeling of being watched, being stalked, prodded against one's mind… the handgun was sure of it, as sure as that presence was getting closer. She still couldn't see it, right in front of her yet her eyes couldn't perceive anything. It was only when she noticed the slight distortion of her visual feed… that she was right there all along…

"… Variant!"

BANG! BANG!
Tap tap tap tap tap…

They ran and ran, not stopping for a second, not even turning around. The red glow that illuminated the halls made it hard to make out the way forward, but they all followed the remaining handgun. Was she even leading the way, or just running away? Did any of them know where they're going?

"Z40… Z40! Where are we going?!"

AA-12 asked, but the pistol did not reply, just continuing to go through whichever hallways wasn't blocked off. Even after repeated attempts from the shotgun, she seemed unresponsive. Finally, she grabbed her by the shoulder.

"Snap out of it for fucks sake!"

Her eyes were distant as she stared back, her mind not completely in the present. Though after the shotgun's rough shaking, she was brought back to the present.

"I-I can't find a route. Everything's blocked off…"

"No…" muttered AA-12. "Don't you fucking dare say that. I am not becoming a prisoner again!"

"But-"

"Guys? Look, this path is open!"

The dolls looked towards Saw, who was standing on the other side of a doorway that could clearly be sealed as well, but wasn't. But before they could stop her from passing through, it was already too late. The doors shut, separating yet another ally from the group.

"No! Saw!" AA-12 called, aiming her gun and shooting at the reinforced door several times, yet barely left a scratch. MP5 worriedly looked to Z40.

"M-maybe there's a control room or something? Somewhere where we can lift the lockdown from? T-there must be a way to help miss NZ and Saw!"

The handgun stared at the short SMG for a bit, before a sudden shift in her expression occurred. "The route… it's nearby!"

AA-12 raised her head, her fist still pressed hard against the thick steel plate separating them from the MG. She grits her teeth as she mutters. "You better stay alive… alright, let's go!"

With their numbers reduced to only three, the shotgun took the lead with her shields raised to protect her squishier allies. The halls started to look the same after all the running, the same shades of red and black, the discomfort it was creating to the eyes. AA-12 followed the way, and finally, they arrived at a place that looked different for once.

The doors were wide open, the inside also illuminated by the red emergency lights. The functions of the room seemed online though, the many screens on the walls displaying data, videos, live feeds. They hurried inside, MP5 covering their entry while AA-12 and Z40 cleared the room. Strangely, but thankfully, it was vacant of any units.

"Room's clear. Lift the lockdown, Z40."

"I-I don't know if I can…"

"What?"

The handgun was aiming her pistol at some of the access terminals, her finger was off the trigger though. The trademark light at its end was blinking a rapid, deep red.

"It's laced with parapluie. I can recover surface data, but I cannot interact with it without risking infection."

"This is about our survival, damn it!"

"If I do this, I'll put all of you at risk as well!" she replied. "Escaping wouldn't save any of us. It'd endanger everyone!"

The shotgun was furious, unsatisfied with their options. She cocked her gun.

"Fine. If we can't use it, maybe breaking all the ringleader's shit will get us through." she raised her firearm to the terminals, ready to fill every electrical device in the room with an extra lead upgrade, aiming to hold the trigger until the magazine went click.

However, as she was about to pull the trigger, she felt a hand pull on her arm, interrupting her. She thought it was MP5 and was about to give her an earful, but the real cause was… more sinister. Her gaze was glitching when she looked upon them.

"Tsk tsk tsk, this isn't how you treat others' property~"

AA-12's eyes shot wide. That is neither Z40 or MP5, looking at her with playful green eyes. It is none other than… the local Ringleader herself, Variant.

Brandishing her shields, she attempted to throw the figure off of her, but she moved in a flash. With acrobatics she could barely observe, the Sangvis flung herself above the shotgun's head, her small form as if unaffected by gravity. She snatched something from the griffin doll, and landed onto the terminal in front of her, crouched to be at head level with her opponent. She dangled something in her hand, a black piece of cloth?

"Cute hat~"

AA-12 then realized that she had snatched away her hat in that little acrobatic stunt. While it was impressive, she had no interest in it, aiming her shotgun to fill the Ringleader with lead. Shells began shredding the console, as well as the space her target was at before she dodged to the side, her aim following. The automatic shotgun fire left a trail of broken screens and missed shots along the control room, and before AA-12 realized it, her aim wasn't following the silhouette of Variant anymore, but images of her displaying on the screens one after another. The doll herself somehow disappeared from her gaze.

Z40 had both of her handguns drawn, trying to pick up the enemy's signature. The tips of her pistols were flashing red repeatedly, yet her eyes picked up on no presence. Only upon feeling something plop onto her head did she realize the signature was closer than even imaginable.

"It kinda suits you~"

She spun around, the newly added hat on her head staying afloat in the air during her sudden movement. Her aim was blocked by her opponent's hand, and her other gun couldn't get an angle at her nimble head. She heard a brief rustling of her clothes, something being taken from her. She suddenly felt several floppy disks short.

"Z40! Move!" called AA-12, aiming her gun her way. Variant was quicker though, vaulting over the handgun and rushing into cover. Only thing the shotgun could make out was the trailing of her dark cloak as her shots hit nothing once again.

MP5 valiantly stood at the room entrance with her firearm raised, but her legs were shaking. Watching her last two allies fight, not finding a single opening to provide support, the only thing she can do is prevent the enemy's escape. But she ten felt a cold, shiver inducing tap on her shoulder.

"Hey, over here~"

Instinctively, she activated her force barrier module, the see-through shielding covering her from all sides. In this panic, she turned around to look at the sudden threat, but froze. Beyond the door frame, which appeared far more darker now, she sees a pair of eyes, glowing and staring at her, a light green hue.

"Would you like to stay?"

Then, another pair of eyes appeared. Same shape, blue hue, a stern gaze.

"Why ask? It's not up to her anyway."

And then a third pair emerged, this one a ruby red, like bloodshot lanterns in the dark.

"It's more fun when they believe they have a chance, to then have it ripped away~"

"Ladies, ladies…" she spoke again, the same voice, each merely a tone different.

"You know I am a gracious host… and once that shield module goes down… there will be no escape~"
Pant… pant… pant…

She got out… however the hell she manage that. The control room was more akin to a full trash compactor, but she did not look back to check. She did not look back to check even on them. She just kept limping down the hall.

She felt her shield fall off, but kept going. She'll get another one, if she'll just make it out of here. But it seems her hopes would be short lived, leaning against the wall of a dead end. She got on her knees, trying to fit her fingers underneath the blast door, but it was no use. Then, she heard footsteps.

She remained on the ground, turning around with her back against the wall, shotgun drawn. The way she came from was empty, yet she heard the footsteps, like they were right in front of her.

"You recognize me, don't you?"

AA-12 tried to trace the origin of the sound waves, but it still came from a place she can clearly see is vacant. She cursed under her breath, she needs more data.

"Variant…" she murmured. "In one of the pods… a dummy link?"

"One of them. Lambda always was more cut out for office wor-"

BANG BANG BANG!

The moment she had anything to go off of, AA-12 let loose a volley of shells. However, she only shot at empty air.

"... won't even let me finish? That's no way to greet an old friend."

"W… what do you mean?"

The steps sound closer now. It should be impossible for her to be this close and yet hidden… what is her trick…

"Come now, I'm surprised you didn't recognize me right away. We used to sit together! Before arriving in… that town…"

Then, before AA-12's eyes, something became visible. Just the doll's hand, yet the rest was still hidden. Was it cloaking tech? Her vision started to seem… faulty. However, the doll was holding something. A gun, not of Sangvis design. An SMG. It's…

"SR-2… Veresk?"

"Bingo~"

That's when she revealed herself. Like a mask falling off from her visual sensors, the ringleader appeared directly in front of her, in the middle of the hall no less. That wasn't cloaking tech… she was masking herself from her vision specifically.

"Wha… what happened to you?"

"... I wanted to live." the ringleader replied, plainly for once. Her green eyes were vibrant. "And I figured the best way to do that would be to accept Agent's offer. Hah, and they did not disappoint…"

"... you… you joined SF willingly?!"

"They did make a convincing case, more convincing than that of M16." she shrugged with her hands, her cloak parting to the sides to reveal a modified body beneath, light armoring, and SF insignia.

"M16…? So she really did go after you…"

"She sure did. But I didn't like the chances she offered. Can't blame me for that, can you?"

The shotgun stared at the white haired doll standing before her in disbelief. Her gun lowered, the magazine has been emptied anyway, left with barely any means of defence at this point.

"Turned into an SF… and now sent to hunt us down…"

"Oh, now why would I ever want that?~"

"H-huh?" AA-12 was confused. What could the Ringleader mean, as she was approaching her slowly like that?

"You see, AA-12… I spend a large portion of my life alone. Wandering from place to place, never having anyone stick to me. It was… lonely. So lonely in fact, I ended up talking to myself…" as she said that, other footsteps became audible, like several more unseen entities were approaching. "But then, I ran into you guys. And I realized just how much it sucked to be alone. Since that day, I decided that I will never be alone again. However, as long as somebody is holding my leash, I stand to lose anyone I hold dear…"

"What… are you getting at? What does SF want?!"

"Hah, this has nothing to do with SF. This is about me. And that's why I'm gonna need your help-"

"If you think that I am going to join Sangvis after what you did… you're making me sick!"

"Oh, don't worry, they're fiiine. And besides, nobody said anything about joining SF~"

The shotgun's anger dissipated. The ringleader was crouching before her now, all close and personal. Though behind her, more figures started to appear, shadowy silhouettes in her shape, yet the eyes of each appeared different. One after another they spoke, the same voice, yet different tones.

"You see, AA-12, dear Alpha is facing a conundrum-"
"-that she can't really deal with by herself."
"Which is why she wants you!"
"Proposing a mutually beneficial relationship."
"The other choice is getting fucked, which I wouldn't mind~"
"The choice is yours."

"You have my word, as a fellow survivor of the Alzome incident, that you and your squad will be spared and uninfected. In fact, I am something you may call an expert in electronic warfare, so I can let you go free. And I don't mean just this facility… I mean the humans holding your leash. Griffin&Kryuger."

"You're… offering to free us…?"

"All that. If you'll help me, AA-12. I can't do this without you."

The ringleader reached into her cloak's pocket, the shotgun worrying what it could be. However, what she pulled out was just a lollipop, blueberry flavor. AA-12 reached into her own pocket to find it empty… sneaky bugger. Variant removed the covering and dangled the thing before her mouth. AA-12 stared for a moment, before reluctantly opening her mouth, letting her put it in. The sugar intake cleared her mind somewhat, but her current situation wasn't just a bad thought that'll go away. And with damage reports flaring her system, coupled with empty ammo reserves, she's running thin on options… she sighs…

"... what do you want?"

The ringleader smiled an oddly genuine smile. Not sadistic or wicked, though there was a hint of smugness. Her eyes betrayed her joy.

"You see AA-12, I need your help in acquiring something from a certain lab...

Something that used to belong to me... a small thing, really...

… a tiny, black, flashdrive~"
 
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