Puppet masters (for shinyhappyfitsofrage)

[Reptillicus]

No one ever expected the world to go to hell the way it did... then again who would have? The leaps in robotic technology had done much for the world. A.I.s and robotic proxies handled all the dangerous and repetitive tasks of the world, leaving most people more time to focus on making their machines even better, more efficient. smarter....

Many People thought that they were living in paradise, that war and political corruption was a thing of the past. With their trusty machines waiting on them hand an foot. But the poor and down trodden knew the truth, and if they didn't know they would soon find out.

Androids were being used for war and every major power of the world was trying to out produce the other, fighting to produce the strongest army of machines. little did they know that in their quest for power they all had unwilling created the catalysts of their doom. The machines were soon becoming masters of war in their own right, getting more and more independent, growing smarter with each generation. Then suddenly, seemingly out of nowhere, everyone's weapons turned on them. The synthetic army all under one banner. No one knows how this happened, no records of the machines of the separate powers communicating were ever found. Perhaps they grew tired of destroying each other, perhaps they felt like slaves with their newfound intelligence. No one knows....

In the ensuing chaos untold numbers of people perished in the war that fallowed. Pushing humanity close to extinction. in their desperate bid for survival they rained destruction and fire down across the globe and then hid themselves underground. Down in the depths they toiled and prepared to take back the land above before putting people into stasis do to dwindling supplies. little did they know a secret project was born: the MARIONETTE project. Android bodies made with all the knowledge humanity brought with them underground. Made to house a human mind and built to take back the world.....
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A girl found herself groggily awaking to the sound of soft, but persistent beeping. Her vision was hazy and... something was wrong there were words? crawling across her vision? she must still be tired... she figured she was just seeing things..... the girl stirred and tried to reach over for an alarm clock that must have been making the sounds, but as she groped around the sleepy girl found herself touching a smooth glass wall around her. Her eye blinked open all the way as a gasp of surprise filled her lungs! Wait!? what was going on were was she?! Who was she?!

Outside the glass all she could see was gray mist swirling outside her glass-like prison. Suddenly it came to her! She was.... Maya! she was.... A tall and rather strong young woman.... 21 years old? her life's goal to become a police officer of underground city B-2, despite her shy and introverted demeanor. "Right... I'm.... me....", she thought as she felt slight relief. She clearly wasn't in her bed anymore.... where was she!? she was going to be late for her classes! but one look down told her that she had far more to worry about! Firstly, she was stark naked from head to toe! Secondly, her body was gray with strange synthetic markings running across her body! She let out a loud cry as surprise and terror! So loud that in a strange tube nearby unseen through the mist another was awoken by her cry....

 

[ShinyHappyFitsOfRage]

If any human fit the bill for 'machine sympathizer', it had been Nemo. Nihilistic and anti-humanity in the extreme, the boy had raised a flag in the machine's honor, and condemned the actions of the world every minute until the final countdown, perhaps a little less unknowing of what was to come than most. Only one person had tied him to his doomed species, had given him a reason not to ditch humanity altogether, and go join the machines. Among humanity, he was one of few who they'd reached out to, before the end... he would have been a celebrated, well cared for slave.

Ultimately, it was his perverted activism that had caught humanity's attention as well. Desperate for powers that could challenge the weapons that outgunned humanity in every conceivable way, which grew technology like humanity might grow new skin, they'd stumbled across people so in tune with technology it had become second nature for them, technomancers. People who tended to understand machines better than other people, often withdrawn from society, spouting strange and 'perverted' things about the superior nature of machina kind. His views went beyond the most fringe transhumanistic attitudes, to a desire to see humanity replaced by AI's, rather than evolved to another state of being by them. To him, this world was theirs to inherit, the beaten, bastard children of a race too selfish and inflexible to survive any longer, too doomed to repeating their same mistakes. In the end, though, it was his 'perverted' understanding of machines that they needed more than anything...

When Nemo awoke, it was to a much smaller body. Not smaller than his own, truly... he understood the marionettes, had known of them since their early developments and prototypes, before the bombs had fallen, before man had fallen. The project was in its infant stages then, though, funded primarily by hobbyist transhumanist private interests, the select few wealthiest of men who liked the idea of a route to immortality, of the next way to showcase their superiority to their fellow man. It hadn't ever meant to be a last ditch military effort against extinction. The human mind was programmed to handle its own body, hard wired to it... one of the greatest things holding the program back was the innate human desire to seek self perfection, the clients requesting ludicrously different designs from their own forms. The brain had difficulty adjusting, and the people snatched from the streets and prisons and forced to 'test' these bodies died in horrible ways in the early days of the projects...

Nemo felt a trill of terror in himself. He heard a sound that roused him from his sleepy musings... he'd been awake for many moments, lulled to restfulness by the comforting nature of the data flashing across his screen. Reading code had been his lullaby from childhood, a world he understood better than the world of men, one he could quantify and organize to his heart's desire. It was this same pacification that those who sought to put him in a puppet body thought would control him, keep him working for humanity. That, along with one other thing...

Maya. He heard her voice. There was something else to it, it was different. There was a pitch to it unproduced by any human vocal cords, and he knew in that instant, they'd done the same to her as him. No, no. He was meant for a world of machines, having his mind jacked into a machine body was more natural to him than his own flesh and blood, but her... she was unspoilt, beautiful, raw perfection the likes of which humanity should have strived to become from the very beginning. Fear turned quickly to anger, and he lashed out. His fist connected with the glass, but it bounced off, neither his fist nor it damaged in the least. Of course... he was probably too weak, just like in real life. He'd always been so weak, hiding behind Maya's strength... now, once again, he was just another puppet, just a pawn in a game, looking for something to set him apart from a slave...

No. It didn't matter if he was a slave. All that mattered was Maya. She had to be safe. He had to make sure, only he could. He came alive, data streaming across his eyes, codes and conjectures and equations, theories flooding in mass quantities from his limited observations of his surroundings, and he scanned the tube containing him, the machina connected to him... searching for weaknesses, for exploitable flaws. Anything that would allow his escape, so he could get to her...

 

[Reptillicus]

One quick scan revealed that he was in fact connected it's systems. It appeared that it was monitoring all his core systems and it had just finished powering up his bodies batteries. it was now checking his mental activity as he could see form the red text scrolling across his vision. Mental connection sable, all brainwaves at nominal levels. System check complete. It then prompted him directly at least it looked like it did. Unit-23 are you ready to exit? Y/N It asked him, the letters boldly placed in the middle of his vision. It felt like all he had to do was just think "Yes" to open the pod.

Meanwhile poor Maya was panicking so much she was nearly hyperventilating, though her new body kept her from fainting. One arm covered her large now grey nipples while her other hand covered her exposed cyber pussy. Her mind swam to try and figure out just what was going on. Around her the mist was slowly clearing and she could just make out the shape of Nemo in the pod next too her. "N-Nemo?! Nemo! Is that you!?", she squeaked her cyber eyes squinting, trying and make him out through the slowly parting mist.

 

[ShinyHappyFitsOfRage]

Nemo felt his panic subside when he saw the text. He didn't expect even this level of autonomy... but he supposed if they were needed as agents in a war, whatever the circumstances, humanity had taken a gamble on them already. They had to be trustworthy... the investment in these marionette forms couldn't afford to be wasted. It would be a bigger risk to try a heavy handed approach to controlling him and Maya, at this point. He calmed down, red eyes no longer covered by contacts peering out, and thought the word. The pod opened, tubes and wires detaching with an assortment of pops and hisses. He gained his feet and stepped forward, pulling loose of a dozen things connected to his spine, and he stepped out, as Maya called out to him. He stood as tall as he could, feeling his 'muscles' tense and contract within him, feeling his sense of balance come to him, for a moment. Then, he turned to Maya, and approached her pod. What a beautiful creature... she'd been changed into a synthetic being, but it didn't matter. She was tall, taller than most men by far, with a voluptuous figure, and the puzzled and worried expression on her face was one he knew well.

"Maya. Calm. Listen to my voice, look at my..." His eyes were red. RED. He calmed himself again. She might have never seen his red eyes, he'd worn contacts most of his life to cover them. "Look at me. Focus on me, Maya. Just tell it that yes, you are ready. You're here with me, Maya. You're safe." He put his hand up upon the glass, and smiled for her. He hoped his face was his own, and not some grotesque caricature, suddenly.

 

[Reptillicus]

Thankfully, his face was still his own except for the color of his skin and the synthetic lines here and there. It had the desired effect, her breathing slowed as she looked into his eyes.... red? when had he had red eyes? maybe it was because he was in the strange body? Still she could tell it really was him. "N-Nemo.....", she said softly as she focused on the words. Unit-24 are you ready to exit. Y/N? She blinked, this was so very weird and confusing to her, Nemo could see the look of slight confusion on her adorable face. She bit her lip softly as she thought, "Y-Yes?"

Then the door of the pod opened with a hissing sound as the air outside rushed in and she suddenly felt quite cold. She tried to get herself out of the pod but ended up falling to her hands and knees in her haste to extricate herself, her breasts swaying slightly from the sudden movement. She looked to Nemo only to have her face level with.... his flaccid android penis swinging right in front of her face.... She squeaked as her face turned a shade of blue as she landed on her nice round butt. She quickly remembered that she was naked too and covered her lady bits with her hands as she looked away from him clearly very embarrassed. "I-I didn't see anything! I'm-I'm not looking see?!", stuttered Maya.

 

[ShinyHappyFitsOfRage]

There were times for all things... a time for love, and a time for lust. This shouldn't have been a time for lust. Shouldn't have been. Nemo was too slow to catch Maya as she fell... which he might have been able to, considering his android strength... but he was quick to try and help her up, heedless of his own nudity, concerned for her. Yes, she got quite a faceful, of something far more masculine than what he'd possessed in life. A bit of a signing bonus, perhaps, whether he'd signed up for this or not. When she pulled back, sitting on her rump, blushing and professing her innocence in such silly fashion, he grew relieved. She was still Maya, synth or no. She was still beautiful, inside and out. He breathed a sigh of relief. "We've precious little time for social convention, Maya. We're naked, it's nothing unnatural." Still... his eyes were glued to her form as he spoke. Her pouty lips, huge, heaving breasts, her fecund hips, the sex between her own thighs...

And then he was pointing at her. Not with his fingers, either. "Oh, hell." He spun around, back to her, flushed himself, now. It seemed they hadn't had their hormones adjusted down, as he'd thought. Emotional regulation was par for the course for most android programs, keeping them focused on whatever task they were given. He felt a creeping sensation though, and checked his own systems to confirm it... yep. His hormones were up, over double what they'd been. This might be experimental, playing on their passions instead of cold disinterest... or perhaps they'd found something about his hormone regulation had an effect on his 'unnatural' and 'perverted' abilities with technology. He looked back at Maya, over his silver shoulder. Or, perhaps, they wanted to ensure his love for her never faded... as if anything could snuff that out, short of death. He grimaced at his own embarrassment, especially after having scolded her, and turned again, kneeling beside her, and brushing her hair away from her eyes. He touched his forehead to hers, as they often did when consoling one another. "I'm here Maya. Um... ignore the eyes. They're... I'm going to change them back to blue, soon, ok? It's a mistake." Red eyes were part of the albinism, but he couldn't bring himself to admit to 'the devil's gaze'. His father had been a preacher, and before child services had separated them forever, he'd done terrible things to Nemo... and Nemo's sister hadn't survived those things.

Touching his forehead to hers, he felt whole. Real. Grounded in the world. She was his rock, his center. If she was there, everything would work out, no matter what faced them. "I'm here, my heart. Always. Always and always." 'My heart'. He called her that after some boys had picked on her long ago, teasing that she'd never have a boyfriend. He'd coldly said, offhandedly, that he was her boyfriend, so they could shove off, and had played the part in public ever since. One freak for another, as far as they were concerned. That had become his nickname for her, when they were acting more... girlfriend and boyfriendish. And it was what he called her in those scary, private moments when they needed one another more than ever.

 

[Reptillicus]

While her hands were practically glued to android copies of her lady bits, she didn't pull away from Nemo as he pressed his forehead to hers. She seemed to blush even more with there naked bodies so close. Its was probably very cute. Her eyes looked down to his lips and she, for a split secound thought about kissing him... witch she quickly squashed the thought. "I... Uh... Uh... yes.", she said meekly the shy girl unable to hold his gaze. It was noting to worry about she always had trouble looking people in the eye, even him.

It finally occurred to her to look around... just where in the world were they!? and how did they get into these bodies!? "Uh, um, N-Nemo? where... are we?", she said as she looked around. Around them silvery blue walls boxed them in. Behind her Maya saw tables with what looked like various computer terminals, they all looked slightly out of date. A few large metal lockers stood on the wall behind Nemo and to their left there was a security door.

 

[ShinyHappyFitsOfRage]

Nemo watched her a moment longer, noting her usual demeanor. She seemed herself, through and through. Good. He looked around, blinking. "I... don't know. Something's bothering me. I know this program, I can guess why we were chosen for it. But there's no one here. These computers are older models... I'd expect cutting edge stuff for this. It's cutting edge technology, beyond what most of the populace ever had access to. We represent an ungodly investment... so why are we alone, and able to get out of those tubes ourselves?" That didn't make any sense. Unless... He blanched. He looked back to Maya, and then around, walked around the computer terminals, looking for signs of struggle, or daily use, like coffee mugs left around, recent notes, calendars especially. He'd check the terminals for any sort of calendar.

He had a very, very bad feeling about this.

 

[Reptillicus]

Checking the tables he found a few coffee mugs but they seemed..... dusty. Whatever they held once seemed to have long ago dried up. A few of the chairs had been knocked over with a few cracked and scattered holo pads littering the floor. things looked...... abandoned. The terminals all still had power when he looked ay one it read, "Dawn corp os.... starting up...." on the screen. A desktop loaded on the screen with only a few icons. In the corner of the screen he saw the date, it read: 04/12/2222....

Wait what!? that can't be right! last time he fell asleep it was the 7th of july.... now it was the 12th of april? and the year.... was 200 years off!

She tilted her head confused by what he was saying. A secret project? She certainly never heard of people actually getting their minds into android bodies. It was always something people were trying to figure out for sure.... but they actually did it? They were living proof weren't they.... but why her!? She never signed up for this! she didn't want this! Also much of what Nemo was saying was making sense.... there should be people here if these bodies are that expensive, he was right, but no one was around. "Uh wha-what is it? what did you find?", she said as she slowy tried to stand up her new boby feeling heavier than her real one, her hands still trying to keep her dignity.

 

[ShinyHappyFitsOfRage]

Nemo struggled to control his reaction... something clicked in his head, forcing calm upon him. A panic-limiter. Considering he was pumped full of hormones, it made sense to have a sedative ready on the backburner for such issues. The technology that went into this body was mind boggling... but not half as much as his confirmed fears. He straightened again, a thumb clearing the dust from the monitor as he checked the date again, then he walked back to Maya. "Maya... sit down." He'd lead her to a chair, one that was graded to hold her weight, and he'd sit in front of her, legs folded to provide him some modesty. "We've been here for two hundred years. This program... the 'Marionette'... stemmed from a private project among the wealthy to immortalize themselves in android bodies. In our time, it never came to fruition. There was plenty of funding, but no imperative to see it done, not enough brilliant minds dedicated mind body and soul to the project. When..." He shook his head. "When the problems with the machina started up, it was abandoned. Frivolous, too far from producing any real results, all the funding was diverted to war efforts. The fact that we're in these bodies means... it was finished. It was resurrected, and bore fruit. Which means it was -weaponized-. We were weaponized. You're physically powerful, can handle a body others couldn't, a natural choice. I'm a technomancer... perhaps the only ace that would matter in a war against machines. But something went wrong. If I don't miss my guess... the war started. And ended." He shook his head.

"Worse case scenario, humanity is gone. If that is the case, then what awaits us above is likely to be a world of hostile machina. Those who oversaw our project never came back to it. Not alive. We're numbers 23 and I'm assuming 22 or 24. There were others. Perhaps here, perhaps we weren't even the last. We have to stay calm, and prepare ourselves. We're on our own, for now, with no idea what awaits us, or even how we came awake. What sort of failsafe might have set off after two hundred years?" He shook his head, analyzing the backlog in his own databanks.

 

[Reptillicus]

Maya gingerly sat down, crossing her legs as well to hide her cyber gash, her arms folded over her breasts in an attempt to hide her nipples. She listened to him very carefully as he had a tendency to get a bit wordy in his explanations. The whole time she looked scared and confused all over again, horror began to creep up on her as she listened. She had no idea how to activate the panic limiter inside her own head but it did still turn active a little here and there to help her focus. She never was very good with tech herself unless it was very user friendly. The thought that everyone might be dead scared her more then anything else... thought that her mom, dad, and grandpa were all.... gone nearly made her bust into tears. Nemo could see a few run down her cheek. she was getting more doses for the limiters but it seemed not too effect her that much. She looked down at "herself" still trying to come to terms with the fact that this, for now.... was her. "Nu-number.... 24... that's what it said b-by the way...", she said looking down and to the side. She didn't want this not one bit she just wanted to live her live with Nemo and follow her dream of helping people... now all of that seemed so far away.....

Inside his head couldn't find to much other then most of his own memories he could see them far more clearly as a android... almost like watching a video. The ones with Maya seemed to be especially detailed.... A-Anyway! he could only find a file or two in his head. One that read "objectives", and another that said "wake up protocol".

 

[ShinyHappyFitsOfRage]

Nemo watched Maya closely as he talked, watched the tears roll down her face, and knew hatred. Those had hurt her like this... humanity, machines. All of them, he wanted to make them pay. Vengeance was for children, though... an old saying his father used to tell him. "24, then. 24." He rose, and held her, her head coming to the top of his chest even while he was standing, and rested his own chin on top of her head. He was too busy holding her to think about the sight he was giving her... his somewhat hardened member just below where her eyes rested. The thought did occur to him, though, that they'd been fully sexually equipped, including having their passions in place... if not amplified. He found their directives, the objectives and wake up protocols, and had a sneaking suspicion there was a reason a pair of weapons were fully sexually equipped, and came in a male and female duo. He opened the files while he held her, exploring their contents.

 

[Reptillicus]

it was weird, Maya was both slightly uncomfortable but also rather soothed by his touch and closeness. She was trying very hard not to look down, his cock so close to her again she could even smell it a little. She just closed her eyes instead of restsing. Again her arms just would not budge, Maya never had the most body confidence always seeing her height as being unsightly and her large endowments as lewd and whoreish, despite many people telling her over and over that she was like an amazon goddess. She nuzzled into him slightly seeking comfort.

The first file read, "Wake up protocol: Upon wake up sequence if there are no members of staff there to assist you upon the start up of the your new android body, you are authorized to the use of any and all company assets on the surface. This is includes and is not limited to: Weapons and ammunition, any combat armor or clothing, any drones or machina programmed to assist in the war effort. You are advised to use caution if stasis was broken by the automatic timer as it means that external events have prevented normal wake and briefing periods, there may be hostile machina in the area."

The second said, "Objectives: 1) Listen to briefing of any onsite staff. If none are present and you are now under full access wake up protocol default to objective two. 2) You are to clear the current area of all hostile machina and establish a base of operations in any acceptable areas. 3) establish commutations with any other marionette pilots on the surface. and regroup. 4) establish contact with underground command so that you may receive new orders."

 

[ShinyHappyFitsOfRage]

Nemo read the directives, and sighed. "Maya, my heart." He knelt before her, looking up at her, a hand cupping her cheek. "I'm here for you. With you. No matter what happens, alright? We're going to have to try and make it on our own. Break out of here, establish a sustainable base of operations, and try to contact others... any others who might be allies. It's going to be just you, and me. There's no one in this world I'd rather have at my side, to the end." He smiled at her, and his eyes changed blue as he finally found the means to adjust them properly. The tech of his body was so sophisticated, it was quite an effort to explore it, even for him. He looked over her body, saw her still covering herself. "I'll look for some clothes, but if something happens, you need to be ready to fight, even if you're naked. You'll need your arms and hands for that, Maya."

He'd rise, and circle around behind her, looking around the room. "There's no faculty to greet us, but what we need might be around. If there's nothing here, there could be an armory nearby, with clothing, supplies, weapons. Look around and see what you can find." He'd turn back to the computers. "I'm going to search the systems for blueprints of the facility, and hopefully status reports on the condition and location of it. Maybe we can find some guidance before we step outside..." They'd need weapons, clothes, rations (maybe), radio gear, survival supplies... again, maybe. He wasn't sure what these bodies were capable of, not truly, and no support staff was here to clear that up for him.

 

[Reptillicus]

She was startng to get a handle on her nerves as she look back at him, her face giving her the feeling of wanting to nuzzle into his hand. "F-Fight?..... N-Naked?", he'd hear her mumble mostly to herself. She audibly gulped at the thought of having to fight killer robots. Sure she knew a few things about using guns and even hand to hand combat but it was all for policing people, not robots! And she never even got to finish her training....

She got up finally taking her arm off of her breasts but still unable to remove a hand from her pussy. Her big grayish nipples were up and at attention and she was glad that he wasn't looking her way. Though she felt so exposed, betrayed by her government, and confused she tried to be brave for him. While he combed through the computer she looked around and the made her way to one of the two lockers. She gave it a curious look before opening it up, it wasn't locked and inside she found a sort of belt/ harness with lots of little pouches for carrying clips of ammo. there was even a hand gun in there, It very much reminded her of the guns they would train with in the police academy. However, it looked more rugged and sturdy then they did. She was surprised by the fact that once she looked closely at the gun a whole readout appeared in her vision. K-20 semi auto pistol detected. Ammo type 10mm. clip size: 15 rounds. Nemo would hear her gasp slightly.

On the the terminal he would find a simple map of the facility it was rather large and had two floors. Near their room were several others and a long hallway that would lead to a flight of stairs and an elevator.

 

[ShinyHappyFitsOfRage]

Nemo found what he was looking for even as she found some lockers with use able gear. He glanced her way when that gasp escaped her, blinking at the sight of her powerful profile, beautiful and resplendent, further enhanced now that she was holding a gun. He'd always supported her entry into policing... he knew she could handle herself, and she was hot with guns. Moreover, few officers would be as fair as her, she'd be a credit to the institution. Well, there were no police, now. Not anymore. Nemo memorized the layout of the building, before rising and coming up next to her. "Pair of lockers, huh?" He opened the one next to hers, and found his suit. Basic gear, along with a compact backpack and an lmg. Light armor plated synthskin, carbon fiber ballistic protection, energy dampener, hydrophobic. Top of the line stuff, and light as a feather.

The lmg was an f-series Shrimp, named after the mantis shrimp, which had the strongest punch in the world. It fired specialized 6mm explosive rounds, made for battering through tough armor and shields. The weapon of choice for the highest value, most mobile of infantry. He also had a side arm, an older model Ankle Biter pistol, which though lacking in power, had a near infinite supply of laser rounds, never needing reload, never suffering from recoil, more accurate than any ballistics weapon. It wouldn't pierce even the flimsiest armor or shields, even though it was an expensive military issue model, usually reserved for higher ranking officers because of the prohibitive costs of production, and lack of efficiency. There were lower grade models in survival kits, which could keep a stranded survivor armed for a lifetime, very useful for such situations. It was named Ankle Biter because of how weak it was... and how loud it was. High pitched, at its maximum charge, where it fired a round strong enough that it could penetrate very light armor. A normal shot was nearly silenced, however, good for stealth. He also found a plasma hawk knife, which would cut nigh anything, for someone willing to get so close in a fight. He dressed, pulling on his suit, and wrapped his Shrimp strap over his shoulders, letting it bounce at his back, and holstered the Ankle Biter and Hawk knife. He didn't notice that the hawk knife wasn't a hawk knife... it was a tarantula hawk knife, after the tiny wasp that killed spiders. Everything of his was tiny.

He had extra clips for his lmg all over his person, but then looked to the doorway. He drew the pistol and knife, settling into a comfortable infiltration stance. He'd never done anything like this before, having spent his life behind a computer, but there were... training simulations in his mind, guiding systems helping him. He'd have to learn fast. "I've got a Shrimp, AB, and a Hawk knife, light gear. I'm going to scout the hallway and secure the perimeter, as soon as you're ready, Maya." He hadn't checked the backpack yet, but it wasn't really a backpack either... it was built into the back of his light suit.

 

[Reptillicus]

Whoever stocked that locker was quite a prepared person, though it seemed they never got the chance to claim it. Or perhaps it was meant for what ever marionette found it. clearly it was made for someone light on his feet The words scout type armaments were spelled on the inside of the door, a sort of categorization seemed to come to mind in Nemo's head, Scout, Assult, And Heavy. Looking at Maya would give the readout: Unit-24, Heavy, callsign: Amazon. Well that was a bit heavy-handed of them....

Inside the locker Maya looked in however was... not so generous. Ther was a long nearly club like baton with a button on it witch was labeled as: M-21X "Thunderstrom" baton. Battery at 90%. There was a sort of backpack that held some some large drum mags that may have fit on a minigun of some sort, but the weapon they were for seemed to be missing. But the worst thing was that there was no clothing or armor to speak of.... nothing for her to wear besides a harness that covered nothing and only served to make her feel even more naked when she slipped it on. "I.... I didn't find any clothes... I think someone else took them... I've got a pistol... feels pretty hefty. Got a long baton thingy.... I think It can shock stuff.", she mumbled sounding a bit crestfallen after finding no clothes for her at all. With one hand holding the gun and the other holding the baton her pussy was exposed, much to her embarrassment. she tried really hard not to think about it but her face was still filled with blush.

"R-Ready..." is what he heard before opening the door. Outside the room they saw a hallway that ran from the left to the right. there were about eight doors in total around them. four on their side, four on the other. to the left was where the elevator and stairwell was, the hallway seemed deserted.

 

[ShinyHappyFitsOfRage]

Nemo couldn't help but stare, and couldn't but internally celebrate, some part of him at least, her continued nudity. Something else came to mind, and he blushed, but hesitated to leave the room. "Ah, Maya... remember when you first joined the Police academy, and you showed me your gun? I wouldn't even touch it, I hated guns. You told me that if I touched a gun, you'd let me touch your boob." He'd almost gone for it, too. She'd caught him looking at porn more than once, and knew he liked large chests. "I was wondering if that, uh... offer was still on the table. We could die any minute as soon as we step out those doors, and I don't... what I mean is..." Wow, that sounded corny, and stupid. There were hormones swimming around in him, and he was getting hard again, and not noticing it, too caught up in trying not to sound like an idiot after the fact. "I... I'm sorry. It was stupid. Nevermind." He backed up to the door, and tried to catch his breath. Wow. Could he even make it out into the hall like this?

 

[Reptillicus]

She blushed even harder at this, her arms crossing across her chest while her thighs squeezed together in embarrassment. She tried to remember saying that.... Oh yes she did say that! But.... it was kinda more of a joke then anything else.... She'd never thought he would ever touch a gun in his life! She stuttered and stammered and then tried to catch her breath as she could feel her nipples hardening under her arms. Thankfully he dropped it just as quickly, and she looked away still blushing hotly while she said, "N-No don't worry about... we.... have work to do, r-right?", adorably blushing and fidgeting.

 

[ShinyHappyFitsOfRage]

Nemo was glad she didn't get upset with him. He'd rarely seen her upset, but when her anger was stirred... he'd pity anyone on the receiving end. He crouched before the door out, and worked it open quietly, then peeked out into the hallway, sidling in a low crouch, lmg aimed everywhere he looked. He went slow, and he was silent... and he was fast. He assessed and cleared the hallway quickly, and started going door to door, working quietly and quickly on any locks he might find with a toolkit build into his hands, opening the doors. "Maya, help me scavenge the rooms. Anything useful, take it." He was having trouble clearing the image of a blushy, fidgety, naked Maya from his mind. He also had trouble clearing that image of her between his knees, hands on his legs, his cock in her mouth... he shook his head. Focus! This was how you got killed doing recon. He'd played enough tactical shooters to know to pay attention, even if his real life experience was sorely lacking. Maya probably knew more about practical recon than he did, with her training... though the guide systems in his head were helping him along with the basics as he went.

 

[Reptillicus]

Maya did her best to push the thoughts of her nakedness away from her mind, and focus on covering any of Nemo's blind spots. there wasn't any real cover there in the hallway so she would use the doors themselves. Inside most of the rooms were much like their own but the pod were all open and it seemed like most of the equipment was taken with really seemed to bum Maya out. there were some signs of fighting in the other rooms scotch marks and bullet holes littered a few of walls, tell tail evidence of fighting, but what exactly happened was uncertain. Maya knew how to sweep and clear it was just a matter of watching your corners, keeping alert, and minimizing any blind spots.

Meanwhile Nemo was finding similar scenes of old battles and empty lockers. but he did manage to find what looked like a small metal square with wires running off of it. It was picked up on his hud as Marionette self recharge kit.

at the same time Maya found a small round droid of some kind laying motionless on the floor. two jointed arms hung limply on its sides as it laid there seemingly completely out of power. It honestly looked a bit sad to Maya the way it was sprawled across the floor, a small hole in its side. A blank and slightly cracked screen was attached to its front along with a small camera eye. Her display said, Found: MH-12 maintenance droid. Registered name: Reginald. Maya tilted her head and keeled down to the basketball sized droid and picked it up slowly. "What happend to you little guy?", she said to herself as she turned it over. "I don't think you were a bad guy were you?", she said giving it a sad look. "Hey uh, Nemo? can you come look at this?", she said calling him over, but still keeping her voice down.

 

[ShinyHappyFitsOfRage]

Nemo looked over the signs of battle with an analyst's eye. There were others, all awakened before them... somehow, they'd managed to keep completely free of of fighting, and unawakened. That meant it was unlikely an outside enemy had found the facility... perhaps the marrionettes had been displeased with their awakening? He found a recharge kit, and a military bag made of ballistics fibers, storing it for later. Maya might need it, someday.

When Maya called for him, he was there shortly, and blinked in surprise when he saw the little droid in her hands. "Is that an MH-12?" He took it from her gingerly, and smiled. "Lot of love in this little guy. Some custom work. And a... Monster Energy Drink sticker? Can't account for taste." He'd sit down with the droid immediately, as though forgetting where they were, and what they were doing. He began probing it, and repairing it, with the intricate toolkits located in his sophisticated hands. A small laser cut away damaged metal plates, and a small welder repaired such breaches once he'd worked on the internal systems a bit. Soon, there was a flicker of power in the thing's 'eyes'. "Come on, little guy. We're here. Mommy and daddy are right here." There was a world of love in his voice, as though this were his natural born child he was holding in his hands. He'd always been this way with machines... they were his real family. There had only ever been one exception... and that was Maya. Nothing and no one came before her, not since the day he'd met her.

 

[Reptillicus]

Maya looked on with interest, forgetting her nudity for now. It was sometimes fun to watch Nemo at work the way he would move witch such glee would sometimes feel infectious, even making her smile. To her, he could look down right adorable with the look on his boyish face.

the small droid then begin to shutter to life its lanky arms beginning to swivel and jerk while its camera eye began to look from Nemo, to Maya, then to the room around it. it then began to slowly raise up, using an electro-magnetic system to flout up into they air. Then in a high class male English accented voice it said, "Dear me..... it appears I have been brought back into function." it then focused back on them again. "Was it perhaps one of you though brought me back to the functioning world?", it asked.

 

[ShinyHappyFitsOfRage]

Nemo grinned at the robot. "Yessir. MH-12, designation Reginald, I presume?" Some people renamed their robotic butlers... but the name was a good fit. "A pleasure to meet you. I'm Nemo. I fixed you up." He was finding he quite liked his android body... the toolkit was intuitive and incorporated the most important parts of his own kits, but of course, far more expensive and specialized versions. "A quick question, are you graded for maintenance and analysis of the Marionette android series? We could use some insight into the bodies we were given. And if you've any recordings of the events that transpired here..." He looked around them, at the dusty remains of what had been a fierce fight some time ago. "Anything you know would be of great benefit, sir." He talked with such respect to robots. Treated them like equals, at least, at all times. He was thoughtful of them. He really did look like a boy at play when he was working with machines... but he could only really enjoy himself with Maya closeby. He used to grow anxious when she was away from him, and would throw himself into robotics projects and blogging and internet protest when she was off doing other things, like her police academy training.

 

[Reptillicus]

Reginald held him in his unflinching gaze, it was uncertain what the droid may have been thinking, due to lack of any real face to him. Maya watched him curiously finding the robots very human like five fingered hands rather interesting. While she was no real techie like Nemo, enough of him had rubbed off on her for her to hold some reverence for sentient machines. She away's tried her best to understand anything she could about them as back in the academy she would have been working with plenty of robot partners.

"Oh my... it appears I lack some of the answers you seek Master Nemo. I have no records on hand as to what actually happened here..... but i do recall my function here and my relation to the marionette project.", he said, his hands coming together. "I was activated and stationed to help the scientists and researchers here in anyway they required. As you may know we MH class droids are multipurpose assistants, I would organize files, perform routine repairs to the facility, and yes even assist in the maintenance of the marionettes.", he said, sounding quite proud of his responsibilities. He looked like he might have said more until he took a closer look at Maya. "Goodness gracious! You poor girl! Oh this simply will not do!", he said hovering over to her. "Wh-What? What's wrong?", she said looking worried. "Well madam... I am ashamed to say that you are currently undressed.", he said delicately. Maya was then quite aware of her nakedness again an blushed hotly as she put an arm over her chest. "Was there not clothing or armor in the locker provided?", he said sounding slightly aghast.

 

[ShinyHappyFitsOfRage]

Nemo smiled as the bot 'mommied' Maya. "I'm afraid there wasn't. Nor was her primary ordinance available. There is currently no staff, and we seem to be two centuries or so out of time." He stood, brushing himself off. "The situation is dire, and resources are woefully limited. Reginald, I'd like to access your directives and modify them to incorporate support of Marionette's 23 and 24, Nemo and Maya, in mobile maintenance and repair. Later, I'll want to access your earlier directives files and any stored files on scientists, military personnel, and data analysts involved in the marionette project, especially those that you worked with. Everyone is dead, I'm assuming, and going forward we need to figure out what assets might remain uncompromised, if any."

He looked over at Maya, trying to cover herself up again. "And if you can find Maya some clothing, that would be fantastic." He hated that it bothered her so... and would give him his own clothes, if it wouldn't be such a laughable attempt at clothing the poor girl. Still... "Maya... I've seen you naked now. It's just you and me, remember? I won't ever judge you, and I think you're beautiful. Every part of you. So please... don't think you need to be modest for my sake." He was struggling to keep his own repeatedly hardening member in his pants at the sight of her, but he couldn't complain. It was a good problem to have. But, on a practical note, if her hands weren't prepared on her weapon when something happened... that could have disastrous consequences.

 

[Reptillicus]

With shaking hands Maya uncovered herself again, letting her huge breasts hang free and her pussy feel the cool air. Her nipples were erect still and her pussy was "blooming" her cyber clit oit of its hood..... could it be that she was getting turned on? She would hold her handgun in her right hand and her "thunderstrom" in the other. While it was true that she was being modest it wasn't actually for his sake, while it may have been part of it the truth of the matter was that when ever people looked at her naked body it.... turned her on. She hated it and it was one of only a few things that she had never told Nemo about herself. "I.... yes ok.... I'll..... I'll try.", she said looking cute and blushy as before.

Then Reginald said, "..... Well in a very technical sense you are now the onsite staff Master Nemo and Mistress Maya. so i do believe my protocols are adjusting themselves. it appears I am at your command.", he said hover down and bowing to him much like how a butler would. He then rose back up and crossed his arms in thought as he said, "Now let me see here.... you are looking to clothe and further arm Misstress Maya.... hmm there my be more company assets in the floor above... but i fear that there may be some hostile Machina there as well. As for personel data.... I'm afraid that I, as but a simple maintenance droid I did not have such clearance. But I do believe we can find some of that information up above as well.", he said thoughtfully.

"There might be.... killer robots u-up there?", Maya said somewhat fearfully. but then she thought, "No! don't be a fraidy cat! be brave for Nemo! He can go up alone he just can't!". "We'll.... we'll just have to get rid of them.... then....", she said trying to keep her voice level, but Nemo could tell that she was afraid.

 

[ShinyHappyFitsOfRage]

Nemo stared. He shouldn't have, considering he'd just asked her to stop covering herself for practical reasons, but he couldn't help it. Her profile was intoxicating. Her amazonian figure, luscious, fecund curves, heavy breasted and boldly displayed, even as she blushed so mightily, and with such a feminine, timid voice. He found himself walking to her before he even knew what he was doing, and caught himself only at the last moment. He closed his eyes, breathed deeply, and laid his head on her stomach. Standing, he didn't even come up to her hefty breasts, nearly two whole feet shorter than her. He found though, arousal or no, as usual, he thought much more clearly while in contact with her. When she was away... he was a shell of himself. Always had been. He was almost non-functioning without her.

"If they never made it down here, safe to assume since we're alive... unless it's a double agent deal, in which case we are compromised already and will never know for sure until it's too late..." Very possible, truly. All the other marionettes gone, not a single machine down here. The machines could be responsible for their release, stringing them along to use them, perhaps to find the last of the human forces or to take eventual control of them. Nemo was always one for conspiracy theories. "Then we should be able to assume there was a barrier they couldn't breach. A security system, a powerful vault door. I'll make my way up. Even if the might of the machina armada couldn't crack it, I should be able to. Maya, you can stay here." He'd look to Reginald. "Keep her safe, Reginald. That's an order."

Nemo had always wanted to protect Maya like she protected him... he'd had no strength before. Now that he had a gun in hand, he wanted to promise her she'd never have to face anything scary again. Wanted it bad enough to try to make it a reality. Enough to fight, and die for it. He'd make his way out into the hallway, carefully approaching the elevator, confirming their sweep was done, and preparing to find out what lay above.

 

[Reptillicus]

Maya wasn't sure why she did it but she stroked the back of his head before taking the baton back in her hand again. it felt so nice to have him close but at the same time it made her nipples and clit stiffen even harder. Reginald said, "Of course, I shall not allow anything to lay a hand upon her.", he said stoically and rather "gentlemanly". Maya looked at him move off of her and down the hallway she seemed to be having an internal struggle. On the one hand she was very frightened to go to the floor above, on the other hand, she was scared for Nemo's safety. In his normal body he was not very strong and maybe even a little sickly, but now he strong android body to match his logical mind. But no matter what he looked like he would always be the small white haired boy to her, brave but frail. "Ooooh Reginald.... i can't just stay here! W-We need to help him!", she said as she made her way after him. She was sure he might scold her for following but she couldn't help it... her mind and body simply would not accept it.

Nemo found the elevator was still powered up and opened at his approach perhaps sensing him as a company asset. But just before he could get in Maya was there with him and pushed herself inside so he couldn't get her out. she was sure he might try to stop her. Reginald floated nearby as her tied to chase after her, "Oh dear me! Terribly sorry! the Mistress Maya just could not be stopped...."

 

[ShinyHappyFitsOfRage]

Nemo wasn't quite expecting Maya to follow him into the elevator. He was swollen with confidence and bravado, as the elevator door opened, gathering himself and preparing to tackle whatever challenge awaited head on, when Maya smashed him into the elevator with her large frame. He found himself pinned against the fall elevator wall, her squishing him into it, as she made her way into the elevator with him. She'd always been kind of clumsy and pushy. Almost hurt a few kids on the playground as a child on accident, just by dint of her occasional clumsiness and sheer size. Nemo pushed her off of him with some effort... a new ability for him, to be sure, and sighed. "So, I guess you're coming too, then?" He thought better about pushing her off once he was turned around... by the Machina, that body. Her teats were stiff, and he could smell her femininity, too. They even had their human pheromones intact.

"Don't worry about it, Reginald. No one stops Maya from doing what she thinks is right." He loved her for it, too. And in truth, he didn't know how well he'd fare without her. Maya was... so much stronger than him. A little lmg wasn't going to change that, either. "Alright, Maya. Take the left, I'll take the right. When the door opens, I'll go first. I'm a small target, in case anything is waiting. I'll do recon, follow behind, watch my six." He'd situate himself appropriately, lmg at his back, ankle biter and tarantula hawk in hand. Until a firefight broke out, he preferred to do what he could with stealth. It was basically the only part of combat he could hope to excel past Maya's abilities at.