Message #39396

[VoraX]

Chapter 6 - Answers

Modem waked up early, force of habit, dazed and confused, his mind trying to chain the last night events into something coherent "oh right, the world has collapsed, Ive fought to survive for years, now Im on a war cruiser in the middle of nowhere with VoraX, this taste in my mouth is good food and...good sex, and this was a handover, now I remember" he thought to himself.

"Take those pills with the water" said the naked asian beauty laying at his side, his eyes were adapting to darkness "Itīll fix you, youll need to be clear now"

(grunt) "T-thanks"

"Dont be nervous, I wont ask you for love, we shared a pleasant night, thats all, could happen again, thats up to you. The showers are at the second door on the hallway, youll find clean clothes on the lockers."

"Thanks again...for everything"

"No need to, I like you as I see you are, bye for now beast" she smiled, but there was something cold about her, and that attracted him.



"Hey dreamer, wake up"

"Huh?"

"Its time, get your lazy ass off the bed" the femenine voice was full of life and kindness, as a happy teenager.

"Huh, right, what happened?" Crazy was actually travelling through deep oniric dreamscapes, he was flying and there were colours and also...

"You really have to ask? ncht ncht, Ill feel offended, you mean you dont remember?"

"Humm, yeah, I do remember, sorry, I mean, I..."

"Come on, take those pills, go get a shower, I let you clean clothes prepared, then go take a breakfast and present yourself to VoraX at the deck"

He was going to answer something, but a sweet, flavorous kiss interrupted him.

"Now go, go" She was laughing.


Modem and Crazy met each other at the showers, they smile with their gazes while getting undressed, both were sweaty and smell as "interchange of fluids". The showers were meant for a complete barrack, several dozens of them spread in a cold but well maintained bathroom.

"Quite a night, He doesnt stop amazing me" said Crazy watching his red "friend" (not Modem), it itches, it has being a long time since last time.

"Mhm" Modem smiled to himself while washing his head with shampoo (first time he used it since years)

Feeling clean and in the best possible mood, they presented at a small dinner room, JeXica saluted them when gave them a good, vitalizing breakfast. Crazy felt happy, Modem, he couldnt complaint, but both were ready and disposed to anything.

VoraX was looking at horizon through a window at the captain deck, Forge was sitted in the middle of two biohazard-suited "drones" as Crazy baptized to himself, checking on different electronic consoles, he saluted them with a smile and a nodding, Tenchu was standing still.

"I assume you are at full cappability" VoraX English was always strange.

"Yes Sir, at your disposal, ArchLord"

"Good, I value that, and your loyalty, but this isnt the army, call me VoraX"

"As you wish ArchLord... I mean..."

"Its ok, call me as its natural to you, now Ill explain you what you need to know. First thing, you may be confused about this guys right?" VoraX tipped the head of the closest "drone" with his fingers, as a drum. "These are, as you surely deduced by your own, infected ones"

Both eyes wide opened.

"Yes, even if you have suspected it, its natural it comes as a big surprise, let me explain it, follow me"

Accompanied by silent Tenchu, they went through some ladders and corridor, everything cold steel, old, but pulished and clean, as surgically sterilized. They entered a giant machinery room, hundreds of drones were working mechanically.

"This is my answer to the need of a crew, we have selected those infected whose previous labors while alive are compatible with what we need them to perform now"

"But why they dont attack us? isnt dangerous?" Asked Crazy.

"I was thinking the same thing" said Modem.

VoraX, helmetless, nodded.

"We have developed, in conjuction and after a lot of experimentation, a surgical and psycological procedure, Ill resume it as simply as I can, we have removed their teeth and nails, sew their lips, and replaced their blood with an hydratant serum which facilitates their articulative movements while drops down their agressivity, after the subject is that "innofensive" we condition them to perform simple, mechanical labors they instintivly remember from their previous lifes, the biohazard suits are extremely helpful too, isolating them from outside chemical stimulation such as odors. We have conditioned them as animals, and most have learnt to obey simple commands, such as "Work", Torchy", as Forge calls the one in charge of sign the landing spot, lights on and off the flashlights as long as he listens the sound of an air motor, in the improbable but possible chance it would be an enemy plane or chopper, we electrocute him through the shackles, he wouldnt "die" but he would...reset, so to speak"

"May I ask what about those melee armed black suited ones from yesterday at the banquet?"

"Those answer to the "Attack" command, they wont try to bite, we subdued that instinct, but they would use their arms to hit whatever new intruder would enter the doors, not those who were already inside, if that would fail, we could handle them shooting them at the head, of course, anyway, theres a minimun chance of contagion given our cautions."

"Outstanding" Crazy was genuinely amazed.

"Follow me" After a short trip, Tenchu opened a cranked door, inside there were some lockers.

"Put those gowns on, gloves, googles and chinstraps" They did so and passed through a double set of rubber strips, in the middle of those, a vapor bath dicontamined them. "This is the Lab".

An enourmus room with several divisions, with tables and glassware, presented before them, several chemist procedures were working on by themselves, survyed by Carolina and Baali. The latter spoke with a satisfied gesture, his tone was theatrical dramatic: "Im finishing the "DRAGON FRENZY, the FLYING DRAGON and the COSMIC DRAGON by tomorrow" After checking the dubious faces of the newcomers, he took a second to breath deep, full of proud of his work, and add: "My personal designs for ****, MDMA and MDA, sometimes good for planning strategy and even for battle, I reccomend..." "Not now, Baali" "Yes Sir".

Passing the glasswares, Carolina, an excellent geneticist and forementioned "VoraX cousin" (she had his eyes) showed them another big room displayed several stretchers with infected ones firmly attached to them, most horizonatally, a few vertically. "Welcome to the "Drone Factory"

"Ive called them just like that!" almost screamed Crazy.

"Its a natural name"

"What about those...girls...tho se..."

"You mean the waitresses?, I wont apologize for my bizarre tastes, I made them myself, I was a body modificator, a tattoo and body piercing artist, back at my old days, I like to keep the practice, and I accept my pervertions with a healthy artistry perspective." VoraX smiled, sinistry.

Afterwards they checked the arsenal, the respectful Verdatta, dressed in camouflage, show them all kind of weapons and ammo, in abundance. "Ask freely and youll be provided, you can always consult me, I know each single bullet here".

They checked the torpedo pipes and all the artillery mounted on the ship, after several hours, they were well instructed.

"You will be trained on using everything here, from radars, anti-air machineguns, cannons, how to pilot the Dragonīs Wings, the Dragonīs Eye, which is our surveying plane, conditioning of drones, whatever you need, you may not specialize on everything, but you need a basic of all, I want you to be Jack-of-all-Trades in three months, specializing on those areas you show talents, and, of course, I need you to pilot the Dragonīs Claws at perfection". Vorax made a sign to them to follow him to the surface. It was raining, the clouded sun was about to set. Two big structure were covered by black blankets. Tenchu disengaged the covertures and they witnessed the Dragonīs Claws.





"Osorio Tanks" whispered Modem.

"All yours, to assist me in this mission, Forge and Tenchu will train you."

They were excited.

"Tomorrow we begin the training, any other doubt?"

"Yes ArchLord, can we know where are we leading now?"

"Of course, we are going to France, to the original Secronom lab, where everything started..."