Sara, along with the rest of her BFC squad, sprinted down the dark corridor, red lighting of the hangar in front casting long shadows behind them. An unseen laser turret ahead opened fire, shredding the units with precision.
As they fell around her, and realising there was no cover, Sara dropped to her knees, desperate to return fire. But before she could aim, a searing pain lanced through her vulnerable bellybutton. Dropping her weapon, her hand involuntarily reach for it.
Her vision blurred as she gazed up at the ceiling, gun clattering to the floor. The laser's caress ignited unexpected feelings within her, her mind fixated on the exposed curve of her belly where the blast had struck.
The rest of the unit met their end with ruthless efficiency: faceless warriors, reduced to mere statistics as they fell silent one by one, their bodies riddled with burnt holes. Their eyes stared silently but wildly from above their masks. Disposable and vulnerable, they were nothing but pawns in Mistress Jojo's game of conquest, erased from existence as the laser turret continued its merciless dance.
As they fell around her, and realising there was no cover, Sara dropped to her knees, desperate to return fire. But before she could aim, a searing pain lanced through her vulnerable bellybutton. Dropping her weapon, her hand involuntarily reach for it.
Her vision blurred as she gazed up at the ceiling, gun clattering to the floor. The laser's caress ignited unexpected feelings within her, her mind fixated on the exposed curve of her belly where the blast had struck.
The rest of the unit met their end with ruthless efficiency: faceless warriors, reduced to mere statistics as they fell silent one by one, their bodies riddled with burnt holes. Their eyes stared silently but wildly from above their masks. Disposable and vulnerable, they were nothing but pawns in Mistress Jojo's game of conquest, erased from existence as the laser turret continued its merciless dance.
As Mistress Jojo strode down the corridor, the silence was a palpable thing, punctuated only by the soft clinking of her boots and the faint whimpers of the wounded. Her gaze swept over the bodies of her fallen Units, a cold assessment of the price of victory.
Laura, still standing at attention, felt the Mistress's eyes on her like a weight. She saluted again, her hand rising to her forehead in a gesture of unwavering obedience. Jojo's response was a curt nod, her expression unyielding as she passed by, leaving Laura to wonder if she would be next to join the ranks of the fallen.
For Mistress Jojo, there was no room for sentiment or attachment. Her Units were tools, disposable assets in the never-ending game of power and survival on Mallera-9. As long as they served her purpose, they had value; once that purpose was served, their lives meant nothing to her. Obedience was the only currency she accepted, and it was a lesson she enforced with ruthless efficiency.
Laura, still standing at attention, felt the Mistress's eyes on her like a weight. She saluted again, her hand rising to her forehead in a gesture of unwavering obedience. Jojo's response was a curt nod, her expression unyielding as she passed by, leaving Laura to wonder if she would be next to join the ranks of the fallen.
For Mistress Jojo, there was no room for sentiment or attachment. Her Units were tools, disposable assets in the never-ending game of power and survival on Mallera-9. As long as they served her purpose, they had value; once that purpose was served, their lives meant nothing to her. Obedience was the only currency she accepted, and it was a lesson she enforced with ruthless efficiency.
“Drop it!” screamed Iva.
Her target froze, the voice had come from behind, there was no way even a BFC Unit could be slow enough to be taken like this. Iva watched the gun clatter to the floor and the hands of her target raise. BFC weren’t generally in the business of taking prisoners, but a Mistress…. Maybe Mistress Jojo would give her a bonus?
The smoke from her gun, hot from wasting some CPD bitches, added to the imposing figure she cut, but the surrendering Mistress didn’t falter.
“Whatever they pay you, I’ll see you get double if you let me go…” she ventured as confidently as she could.
“No, I want to see that look on my Mistresses face, show her I CAN done something right for once..”
Her target froze, the voice had come from behind, there was no way even a BFC Unit could be slow enough to be taken like this. Iva watched the gun clatter to the floor and the hands of her target raise. BFC weren’t generally in the business of taking prisoners, but a Mistress…. Maybe Mistress Jojo would give her a bonus?
The smoke from her gun, hot from wasting some CPD bitches, added to the imposing figure she cut, but the surrendering Mistress didn’t falter.
“Whatever they pay you, I’ll see you get double if you let me go…” she ventured as confidently as she could.
“No, I want to see that look on my Mistresses face, show her I CAN done something right for once..”
As the BFC force moved towards the main body of the base a lone CPD unit, Carina, oblivious to their presence, rounded the corner. On point, Theresa fired a single shot into the Unit's chest and she stumbled sideways and fell against the corridor wall. The BFC units heard the comms intercept crackle into their earpieces.
"92453, status? Did you accidentally hit the trigger and shoot the floor... Again?"
Theresa crouched low next to the fallen body of the CPD unit and reached to check for signs of life. She was not a direct threat, but it would be better to make sure she couldn't tell her Mistress what was coming....
Feeling no signs of life and realising the unit had been properly eliminated, she followed the rest of the BFC force.
"92453, status? Did you accidentally hit the trigger and shoot the floor... Again?"
Theresa crouched low next to the fallen body of the CPD unit and reached to check for signs of life. She was not a direct threat, but it would be better to make sure she couldn't tell her Mistress what was coming....
Feeling no signs of life and realising the unit had been properly eliminated, she followed the rest of the BFC force.
As the small BFC squad watched, the CPD units filtered out to take up ambush positions to strike the approaching convoy. From their position high above on the roof of the building across the street, Laura radioed to tell Mistress Jojo that the intel was right, their instructions came to punish these CPD wreckers. Laura glanced down at the traffic on the street far below and gulped, there was enough space on this roof to hide and observe, the small team of her, Rose and Aura had managed to stay undetected, but there was no cover when they took up firing positions, and int was a long way down…
Opening fire, their shots ravaged the massing vulnerable CPD units, their sleek red uniforms providing neither protection nor concealment, pierced red bodies started to pile up on the roof, a few unlucky units fell towards the traffic below. As they started to return fire, Laura spotted their Mistress and pointed “There’s the bitch..!”.
Enjoying herself, Rose stood up to better appreciate the scene unfolding, her senses tingled with a feeling of power and invincibility. This was short lived as a burst of fire rose up her torso, she recoiled and started to turn, her gun falling from her hand, before pirouetting gracefully the edge of the roof, Aura gasping at the sight as she passed close by. Realising that they were exposed and this fight was no longer one side, Aura felt her stomach turn as she realised they were as exposed as the CPD units they were shredding, how much longer did she have?
Laura looked in shock at Rose, she didn’t have more than a moment to consider that they were in trouble before another burst took her out, walking violently up her belly and chest. She too fell towards the edge, head first towards the waiting traffic below.
Aura lasted only a few seconds more, firing a last burst into the CPD units below, she took three rounds to the chest from a well aimed volley. She flailed, her legs instinctively propelling her up, but she was too panicked to avoid meeting the same fate as Laura and Rose.
Mistress Jojo smiled, as she watched the three units fall via a drone camera, the CPD squad had been eliminated, the convoy would arrive with the Neon Dark, the sacrifice of a small handful of worthless units was something that would be forgotten in minutes, though she rather enjoyed the show…..
Opening fire, their shots ravaged the massing vulnerable CPD units, their sleek red uniforms providing neither protection nor concealment, pierced red bodies started to pile up on the roof, a few unlucky units fell towards the traffic below. As they started to return fire, Laura spotted their Mistress and pointed “There’s the bitch..!”.
Enjoying herself, Rose stood up to better appreciate the scene unfolding, her senses tingled with a feeling of power and invincibility. This was short lived as a burst of fire rose up her torso, she recoiled and started to turn, her gun falling from her hand, before pirouetting gracefully the edge of the roof, Aura gasping at the sight as she passed close by. Realising that they were exposed and this fight was no longer one side, Aura felt her stomach turn as she realised they were as exposed as the CPD units they were shredding, how much longer did she have?
Laura looked in shock at Rose, she didn’t have more than a moment to consider that they were in trouble before another burst took her out, walking violently up her belly and chest. She too fell towards the edge, head first towards the waiting traffic below.
Aura lasted only a few seconds more, firing a last burst into the CPD units below, she took three rounds to the chest from a well aimed volley. She flailed, her legs instinctively propelling her up, but she was too panicked to avoid meeting the same fate as Laura and Rose.
Mistress Jojo smiled, as she watched the three units fall via a drone camera, the CPD squad had been eliminated, the convoy would arrive with the Neon Dark, the sacrifice of a small handful of worthless units was something that would be forgotten in minutes, though she rather enjoyed the show…..
BFC units were rarely as cooperative, lining up to get taken down quietly... Was it incompetence or did they just want to be expended? Mara and Esther didn't care.
With one unit leaning on the side of the stairway, one unit collapsed on the floor, both silenced by Esther's knife it was time for the double. Esther went, knife drawn, for the unit on the left, Mara aimed for the Mistress on the right. Time for some fun...
With one unit leaning on the side of the stairway, one unit collapsed on the floor, both silenced by Esther's knife it was time for the double. Esther went, knife drawn, for the unit on the left, Mara aimed for the Mistress on the right. Time for some fun...
Mistress Jojo, an imposing presence amidst the chaos, led her squad of loyal BFC units into the heart of the fray. Her determination was palpable, her resolve unyielding as they fought their way across the rooftop of the enemy stronghold, the noise of the dropship leaving only equalled by the gunfire.
Ahead of Jojo, Mara, a once-trusted unit, now served as a mere shield against the relentless onslaught. With callous precision, Jojo pushed Mara forward, using her as a barrier against the deadly rain of bullets. Mara's eyes betrayed a mixture of fear and betrayal, her fate sealed by the cold calculus of the Mistress' mind.
Beside Jojo, Irina, Laura, and Esther moved with practiced efficiency, their unwavering loyalty driving them forwards. With weapons drawn and hearts steeled, they pressed forward, a unified front against the looming threat of the CPD forces.
As they rounded a corner, the air erupted with the deafening roar of gunfire. CPD units, entrenched and prepared, unleashed a barrage of bullets upon Jojo and her advancing squad. The rooftop became a maelstrom of chaos, the walls echoing with the metallic clang of impact.
Mara, caught in the crossfire, bore the brunt of the assault, her body convulsing as bullets tore through her flesh. Jojo, unmoved by the sacrifice, pressed on, her gaze fixed on the enemy ahead. For her, victory eclipsed all else, even the lives of her own units.
Irina, Laura, and Esther fought valiantly at Jojo's side, their resolve unshaken by the harrowing onslaught. With every step, they closed the distance, their weapons blazing with righteous fury. Each bullet fired was a testament to their unwavering commitment to the cause they served without question.
Ahead of Jojo, Mara, a once-trusted unit, now served as a mere shield against the relentless onslaught. With callous precision, Jojo pushed Mara forward, using her as a barrier against the deadly rain of bullets. Mara's eyes betrayed a mixture of fear and betrayal, her fate sealed by the cold calculus of the Mistress' mind.
Beside Jojo, Irina, Laura, and Esther moved with practiced efficiency, their unwavering loyalty driving them forwards. With weapons drawn and hearts steeled, they pressed forward, a unified front against the looming threat of the CPD forces.
As they rounded a corner, the air erupted with the deafening roar of gunfire. CPD units, entrenched and prepared, unleashed a barrage of bullets upon Jojo and her advancing squad. The rooftop became a maelstrom of chaos, the walls echoing with the metallic clang of impact.
Mara, caught in the crossfire, bore the brunt of the assault, her body convulsing as bullets tore through her flesh. Jojo, unmoved by the sacrifice, pressed on, her gaze fixed on the enemy ahead. For her, victory eclipsed all else, even the lives of her own units.
Irina, Laura, and Esther fought valiantly at Jojo's side, their resolve unshaken by the harrowing onslaught. With every step, they closed the distance, their weapons blazing with righteous fury. Each bullet fired was a testament to their unwavering commitment to the cause they served without question.
A CPD Mistress, clad in sleek, red-hued attire, glided through the industrial core of the BFC base. Shadows embraced her every move, as she pursued a clandestine mission to weaken BFC resupply. The air hummed with the low hum of machinery, and the walls seemed to pulsate with corporate energy.
As she ventured deeper, a soft whirr caught her attention. A BFC Unit emerged from the metallic labyrinth—a young Asian girl with a determined gaze, her hair pulled into a ponytail that echoed the severity of her duty. Clutching a deadly firearm in her right hand, she followed a meticulous patrol route, unaware of the silent infiltrator in her midst.
The Mistress paused, hidden in the gloom, observing the rhythmic movements of the BFC Unit, her target was just past the end of the Unit's patrol route, there was no other way round. Her silence was charged with tension as the Unit reached the end of her patrol, glancing to her left, away from the lurking Mistress. Seizing the opportune moment, the Mistress extracted a gleaming blade from it's sheath, its cold surface catching the sterile glow of the surroundings.
The metallic echoes of the base masked the approach as the Mistress closed the distance. Her heart beat faster, readying her for the impending violence. The Unit remained oblivious, the hum of machinery muffling any hint of the Mistress's presence.
The Unit, still looking away, never perceived the impending danger in the darkness that lurked behind her and that would soon take her life.
As she ventured deeper, a soft whirr caught her attention. A BFC Unit emerged from the metallic labyrinth—a young Asian girl with a determined gaze, her hair pulled into a ponytail that echoed the severity of her duty. Clutching a deadly firearm in her right hand, she followed a meticulous patrol route, unaware of the silent infiltrator in her midst.
The Mistress paused, hidden in the gloom, observing the rhythmic movements of the BFC Unit, her target was just past the end of the Unit's patrol route, there was no other way round. Her silence was charged with tension as the Unit reached the end of her patrol, glancing to her left, away from the lurking Mistress. Seizing the opportune moment, the Mistress extracted a gleaming blade from it's sheath, its cold surface catching the sterile glow of the surroundings.
The metallic echoes of the base masked the approach as the Mistress closed the distance. Her heart beat faster, readying her for the impending violence. The Unit remained oblivious, the hum of machinery muffling any hint of the Mistress's presence.
The Unit, still looking away, never perceived the impending danger in the darkness that lurked behind her and that would soon take her life.
Mistress Jojo, draped in her stark white bodysuit, led her BFC Units, an ominous sea of black-clad soldiers, with a merciless determination as they infiltrated the forsaken complex. The oppressive silence of the abandoned space hung thick in the air, broken only by the echoing footfalls of the soldiers against the debris-strewn floor. The remnants of the once-grand foyer surrounded them like the bones of a decaying giant.
As they reached the midpoint, an eerie stillness enveloped the air. Unbeknownst to Jojo and her black-clad Units, concealed CPD soldiers lay in ambush on the balcony above, their red bodysuits blending seamlessly with the shadows. The tranquillity was obliterated as a sudden barrage of gunfire erupted from the concealed CPD positions.
The CPD ambush was brutal and unrelenting. The air echoed with the cacophony of gunfire as the BFC Units, exposed in the open, were mowed down mercilessly. The once-still complex now reverberated with the anguished cries of the fallen, the black bodysuits of Jojo's soldiers stained crimson by the brutality of the assault.
Mistress Jojo, at the centre of the onslaught, fought ferociously against the unexpected barrage. Her expression, visible without a mask, shifted from determination to disbelief as bullets tore through the air. The black-clad BFC Units, famous for resilience, struggled to adapt to the sudden and overwhelming attack from above.
In the midst of the brutality, Mistress Jojo's black-clad soldiers fell around her. As bullets tore through the air, a cruel twist of fate saw her being expended in the heart of the firefight. The once-mighty leader crumpled against a lamp post, her life force extinguished in the relentless onslaught.
The balcony, now a deadly vantage point for the CPD, continued to rain down gunfire. Bullets tore through the air, and the abandoned complex transformed into a nightmarish battleground. The debris-strewn foyer became a hellish tableau of destruction, and the lifeless form of Mistress Jojo lay among her fallen black-clad Units, her expression etched in shock and pain, a poignant reminder of the cost of ambition in the relentless struggle for Neon Dark.
As they reached the midpoint, an eerie stillness enveloped the air. Unbeknownst to Jojo and her black-clad Units, concealed CPD soldiers lay in ambush on the balcony above, their red bodysuits blending seamlessly with the shadows. The tranquillity was obliterated as a sudden barrage of gunfire erupted from the concealed CPD positions.
The CPD ambush was brutal and unrelenting. The air echoed with the cacophony of gunfire as the BFC Units, exposed in the open, were mowed down mercilessly. The once-still complex now reverberated with the anguished cries of the fallen, the black bodysuits of Jojo's soldiers stained crimson by the brutality of the assault.
Mistress Jojo, at the centre of the onslaught, fought ferociously against the unexpected barrage. Her expression, visible without a mask, shifted from determination to disbelief as bullets tore through the air. The black-clad BFC Units, famous for resilience, struggled to adapt to the sudden and overwhelming attack from above.
In the midst of the brutality, Mistress Jojo's black-clad soldiers fell around her. As bullets tore through the air, a cruel twist of fate saw her being expended in the heart of the firefight. The once-mighty leader crumpled against a lamp post, her life force extinguished in the relentless onslaught.
The balcony, now a deadly vantage point for the CPD, continued to rain down gunfire. Bullets tore through the air, and the abandoned complex transformed into a nightmarish battleground. The debris-strewn foyer became a hellish tableau of destruction, and the lifeless form of Mistress Jojo lay among her fallen black-clad Units, her expression etched in shock and pain, a poignant reminder of the cost of ambition in the relentless struggle for Neon Dark.
As Carina arrived at her station, the line of bodies made her heart race. She was the replacement unit, the Mistress wanted her stationed on this corner, it wasn't her place to argue, but if it was too dangerous to even sent a cleaning crew, just how dangerous WAS it? Nervously, she moved the last guard's body into the line, if she was going to die then it wasn't going to be from tripping over the fallen!
Realising she was probably doomed, she glanced round, both scared and a little excited. She wouldn't let the Mistress down...
Realising she was probably doomed, she glanced round, both scared and a little excited. She wouldn't let the Mistress down...
A moment of doubt crept into Laura's mind when Mistress Jojo ordered her to leave the relative safety of the corner and advance towards the BFD position. Fire whizzed past the opening, it was certain death... Mistress Jojo's face hardened, rare affection being replaced with a clear determination. Laura understood that look, as an SCU, it was her role to obey the Mistress to the letter., a mixture of submission and determination shone from her eyes As she swung out into the open, the inevitable fire raked her body and she screamed as it sent her to the floor. Her lifeless form landed within easy reach of Jojo's feet. As she reached out carefully to touch Laura, Jojo smiled, she now knew where the shooters were, and she radioed for more units to come and finish the job. Laura had served her purpose....
As the BFC transport pulled away, the Standard Units began to charge, CPD lives must not be spared.... Katarina and Esther led the charge, with Iva, Lydia and Barbara not far behind.
"Advance! NOW!" came the voice over the radio, Mistress Jojo had spoken. The BFC assault team charged, the CPD forces opened fire. Lydia barely got out of cover before being expended, Barbara and Iva only took a few steps before bullets found them and they joined her on the floor, their screams part pain, part ecstasy. Undeterred, Esther, Katarina and Mel made their move, Mistress had spoken and they would complete the mission at all costs. As Mel bullets walked up Mel's torso and she fell backward screaming, the excitement rose in Esther and Katarina, a delicious mix of fear, anticipation and arousal...
The squad started to run, Isra and Rose squealed as they were taken down by CPD bullets at the door, Mara and Millie continued their charge, Mistress Jojo commanded they take the position, they would not stop until it was done, whether they survived or not. As she broke into the sunlight, bullets traced up her body and threw her body back, her head rolled back and her gaze went skyward, her view filled with her first sight of the daytime sky in weeks. What a sight to end her life with...
Irina started counting down in her head, taking the moment behind the hard cover of the facility wall to plan her next move. As she looked down, she saw Esther's body lying there, moments ago the bullets had got her instead, Irina sighed and wondered if her luck would hold. The bloodbath was continuing all round her, BFC battle sisters and CPD troopers falling by the dozen, but for this moment, she could catch her breath.
"Forward! Your Mistress has spoken!" shouted Mistress Jojo as we saw the CPD units ready themselves. Rose and I arrayed ourselves in front of Mistress Jojo as a shield, Barbara on my left and Carina on Rose's right, those names we hadn't used since we'd signed up, but we were excited to finally see combat, and turned on to serve and die for the Mistress. Jojo pushed Rose and barked commands as we advanced towards almost certain death, the arousal at the power over our lives and deaths audible in her voice, and die we would....
Mistress Jojo expending her SCUs to take the corridor from the opposing CPD forces. Laura has already been expended and, despite joining BFC for the thrill of combat, Rose doesn't appear keen to join her, but Jojo isn't having any of it, an SCU exists only to serve their Mistress.... "Yes you will die, not my problem. It's your turn, go!"
Amelia learns the hard way that the Neon Dark BFC don't care if she's expended or not ;)
Neon Dark style BFC assault leads to expendature of Irina and Laura, with Esther soon to join them on the floor.