No subject

The rest of the squadron began to go into evasive maneuvers as one by one bombers were destroyed from the inside
out by Flame, Ice and Lightning. More explosions marked the passing of the other planes as something too massive for
them to contain ruptured their steel frames like it was wet tissue paper.

Eyes gleamed.

They had heard the call...and would obey.

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Sukebe looked upon his work. And it was good.

Fools. Arrogant Fools, the lot of them. And now they would pay. All of them would pay dearly.

The Pokegirls that they'd thought were still at an immature and mallable stage in their lifecycle, 
waiting to be programmed for use, were actually fully grown and deadly adults. All they had lacked
was the trigger phrase to dispel the suppressed physical changes. And now that trigger had just 
been sent to all of them.

The scientist could hear dull thuds on the door from the outside. They would break in eventually once
they had the right equipment, but by then it would be far too late to stop him. He had all the time 
in the world.

He moved dreamily towards another console and brought up the schematics for the next point of assault.

Yes, this would be perfect.

He sent the activation code.

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A new alarm screamed in the commander center. It overrode the other klaxons like the sea overwhelmed a drop of rain. 

"What the hell is that," screamed Dick Ripper as someone managed to lower the volume before they all went deaf.

"Oh my God. He's activating Typhonna."

The Vice President grabbed the unresisting soldier that had spoken and shook him hard. 
He might as well have been shaking a wooden marionette for all the effect that it had.

"What the fuck are you talking about?!"

"We're all going to die."

"Oh no I'm not! I have cunts to fuck and pussies to shoot in the face! 
I am not going to let a Fucking Chink ruin my plans!!"

Nobody bothered to correct the Vice President on ancestral accuracy.

Dick barked at his Secret Service escort, "Come on, If I want something done right 
around here it looks like I'll have to fucking do it myself!!"

He stormed out, followed by the men in suits and sunglasses.

The rest of the room breathed a small sigh of relief.  

A few moments later the doors hissed open again.

"Sir, did you forgot some-"

The officer's voice died away as he stared up at what had just come through the door.

It was not Vice President Ripper.

"Our Father who art in Heaven-"

The doors hissed shut.

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They came streaming out by the thousands from their artifical creches, their naked forms far too perfect
for any random chance of simple biology to explain. An unstoppable living tide that swept away anything 
that stood in the way of their urgent biological imperative.

Goggling soldiers at observation posts watched in stunned amazement at what seemed to be a never ending stream 
of naked young women coming in every spectrum of the rainbow, erupted from the many doors and windows of the base.

They ignored the soldiers around them, only the ones directly in front of them or those who attempted to stop
any of the humanoids fell to suddenly revealed fangs, talons, claws, stingers or a simple kick to the crotch 
that pulverized flesh and shattered bones. When they hit the walls, it barely slowed any of them down as the ones 
in front simply went through it and kept on going with the others following fast in their wake. Some of them took
flight in the literal sense as transparent wings like that of a giant insect materialized out of their backs and
thrummed like a swarm of bees. Others flickered and vanished in bursts of blue light while more winged beauties 
with the white wings of angels soared for the sky.

The beings that would eventually be known as Pokewomen were at their most basic level, creatures of instinct.

And right now it was telling them to flee for their lives.

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The wail of the alarms was an orchestra of triumph. The exhilarating feeling of madness carried him
up on a euphoric physical high that kept a smile on his face as he tampered with safeguard after safeguard, 
sabotaging the military's communications networks and infecting or destroying every file and record he could
gain access to. He had just finished purging the databanks of the Anti-Pokegirl weapons research when inspiration
struck again.

Ah yes, how could he have forgotten that in all of the excitement?

Project Hestia. The Command and Control System of Psychic Dominators for the military's genetic supersoldiers. 
An Abomination that could still stop his creations and save humanity from its richly deserved reward.

Well, he couldn't have that now, could he?

It took only a few minutes for the sniffer program to find the access codes.

The metal plates at the back of the lab slid noiselessly back to reveal another secure chamber that glowed softly.

Sukube picked up the pistol in one hand as he walked into the room.

There they were, the twenty seven progenitors of his creations. The mothers of his adopted children.
They looked back at him from where they floated completely naked in their life support tubes.
Twenty seven pairs of eyes connected to twenty seven pulsating brains and exposed spinal cords. 

And nothing else.

He emptied the pistol's magazine into the life support system and nodded in satisfaction as the green
indicators by each tank flickered into an unhealthy flashing yellow as their liquid contents began
to darken and go opaque. He stayed and watched until the last indicator had turned an ugly steady red
before throwing the now useless gun away and walking back into his lab.

Only one final detail remained for him to take care of now.

The boy had to die.

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Major Gorman stared down at the still smoking carcass that lay spread out over several meters of corridor.

He still couldn't believe it. It had taken the combined firepower of several rocket launchers, a heavy machinegun,
multiple grenades and no less then three flamethrowers to finally kill the monster. And it had cost them over
forty men to do it. 

Most of their casualties were already dead.

They were considered the lucky ones.

He could hear the screams behind him as the medics tried to save one of the survivors. There wasn't much left
of the wreck that had once been a highly trained soldier except for his head and torso which ended at the hips.
That thing had simply grabbed and eaten everyone it had managed to get its claws on, starting on the softer jiggly bits 
with that Vagina from Hell that had made grown men scream in horror at the sight of in action. It had seemed to
enjoy keeping its prey alive for as long as possible, carefully avoiding any vital organs until the very end.

But once they'd started pressing it, the creature had settled for quickly devouring the limbs and genitals 
before tossing the still screaming body aside in favor of the next target that caught its eye.

Behind the officer Private Hudson knelt down, trying to cover his ears 
as he muttered over and over to himself, "Game Over Man, Game Over!"

This wasn't what he'd signed up for. Fighting soldiers or terrorists was no problem, at least they were human 
and you could shoot back. But that Nightmare like a cross between a woman and a giant spider was simply 
beyond his comprehension. Bullets had just *bounced* off of it, even trying to shoot the damn thing in the eyes
or mouth hadn't worked. It was as if the mutant bitch from hell had some kind of invisible forcefield protecting
its softer spots. He'd actually seen the machinegun cause some kind of ripple effect in the space around its 
head when the crew had opened up on it. It wasn't until they'd turned on the flamethrowers that they'd managed
to do more then annoy it. Whatever armor had been protecting it apparently didn't extend to bone charring heat.

That, combined with an intensive concentration of firepower, had managed to finally waste the monster.

Only one small comforting thought kept Hudson's mind from cracking completely. 

At least this was the only one.

He looked down at the still smoldering head which might have been called a rather attractive blonde if not
for the teeth, red eyes and the fangs that trickled a pale green poison that smoked where it touched the floor.

It was not the face of Linda McKenzie.

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Dr Sukebe looked up at the capsule. Just one more push of a button and the total destruction of the Pokewoman project 
would be complete. Nothing would be able to stop his creations from wiping out the humanity that had proven beyond 
the shadow of a doubt that it could not be allowed to survive.

All he had to do was deactivate the life support system and the sleeper would never wake up.

It would be so easy.

Surely the boy would welcome such a quiet painless passage. He would never feel a thing.

What was one more death after all?

They had taken away everything from him. Everything.

'Master?'

Jim gasped. That voice, it couldn't be!

He looked at the capsule again and there he saw her face, her warm eyes full of love, looking back at him from the glass.

Melinda.

He ran towards her, unaware of anything else as his entire universe shrank until the only things that existed were
the two of them. But even as he reached out to touch her the image was fading like the last remnants of a dream.

"No!! Come back!! Please come back!!"

The scientist clawed at the cold unyielding surface until his nails broke and his fingers bled.

"Melinda. Come back to me, please."

He was sobbing now, curling up into a shaking ball as the memories overwhelmed him.

'Master! Melinda will do her best!'

'Eh heh, Melinda made a mistake.'

'Does it hurt, Master?'

'Master, why are you crying? Melinda will cheer you up!'

'Master, Melinda loves you. I-I love you. Yes! Melinda finally said it! Melinda is so happy!'

'Yes Master, Melinda is very happy. Melinda will love Master's children with all her heart.'

'Master! Master! Please, let Melinda help Master!'

'It hurts!! It hurts! Stop!! Master's child!! Don't hurt Master's child!!'

'Melinda....is...sorry....Mast-'

More names and faces flooded to the surface of his mind. Tamlin, Diora, Natasha, Rii, Kiena and Morrim.

'Master, Tamlin will always protect you. Always.'

'Master needs to relax. Natasha will help him relax. Just lie back and leave everything to Natasha.'

'Don't worry Master! Diora can fix anything! No problem! Now where's the duct tape....'

'Master needs to eat more. Look at yourself. Now sit down and eat or Kiena will be very upset with you.'

'Rii will sing this song for you, Master. This is the only way Rii knows how to help Master.'

'Does Master like how Morrim is dressed. Ohh, yes. Morrim can see how much Master likes it now.'

All of them had been so precious to him. He had loved them all. They had been a family.

The soldiers had just tossed their broken bodies into a pile like common garbage.

"UUOOOOOOOOORAAAGHHHHHHHYAAAAAAAAHHHHHHOOOGGGRRRRRRRAAAAAAAGHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!"

It was not a yell. It was not a scream. It was a primal sound that ripped out of his chest 
and vibrated from the very marrow of his bones. 

It was Pain personified, Agony given shape and form. 

'Master, we love you.'

And then Dr. Jim Sukebe opened his eyes for what seemed to be the first time in a very long time.

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General Turgidson nodded at the Vice President from the doors outside of the lab.
His men were were trying to burn their way in, cutting through the armor inch by white hot inch.

"I have some men disabling the transmitter right now, Sir. He won't be in the network for much longer."

"Hurry it up. I want him stopped before he lets loose this Typho whatchamacallit."

"Yes Sir."

The ground trembled underneath them.

"We'll also need a scapegoat if we're going to salvage anything out of this."

There was an unpleasant pause.

"And the good Doctor?"

"Killed while resisting arrest. I think that should be good enough. DOn't you?"

"Yes Sir."

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"NO!"

Dr Sukebe banged his fists helplessly as his terminal's screen suddenly flashed 'Disconnected'.

He had been trying to fix the damage he'd done, not out of any sense of obligation to the military power
that had caused so much pain and suffering, but for the rest of the world which now faced the worst peril
since the asteroid that had wiped out the dinosaurs. But they'd cut him out of DARPA and now there was
no way left for him to stop them in time.

"Damnit!"

The adrenaline-fueled rush had worn off. He was running on terror and barely controlled panic now.
He couldn't send any orders to them. The controls were gone, destroyed by his own hands. 
The military was reeling from the surprise attack, worse, they had no idea of the true nature 
of the threat they faced.

The Pokewomen had been designed to be the ultimate super soldiers. Any attempt to face them with
a conventional frontal assault was doomed to failure. Every single one of his creations had combat 
bred into them from birth and they learned fast. They didn't need planes or tanks or artillery,
they were all of those things and more. Combined with the geometric reproduction rate that a
high stress environment would trigger, the numbers of Pokewomen would jump from a few million to
hundreds of millions in a matter of months.

And if Nuclear Weapons were deployed against them....

He was witnessing the greatest disaster in Human History.

And he could not stop it. Dear Gods, he couldn't stop it!!

Jim sobbed, his eyes clenched tight in pain.

"Melinda, please help me! Tell me what to do!!"

'Master! Look, Melinda discovered the Internet!'

Dr Sukebe's eyes flashed open as he looked up at the screen.

It was crazy. It was insane. 

And it just might work.

The scientist glanced back at the door. 

They were almost a third of the way through now. 

He was running out of time.

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"Hey Greg, take a look at this."

"The whole world is turning into a madhouse and you want me to look at one of your porn sites?"

"Seriously Dude, I think you should take a look at this. No Fooling."

"It had better be go-what the hell?!"

"This shit is way more up your alley then mine, Bro. I just signed up for Berkeley because the local
chicks are hot and the professors don't take no Shit from The Man."

"Christ on a crutch, it's dumping into all of the servers. It must be hitting every hub on the network."

"Greg, no-speekee computersee. In English please."

There was a short pause.

"Somebody really wants people to look at this. Whatever the hell *it* is."

"Let's take a peek then."

"Wait! It could be a virus or something."

"Does that look like a advertisement for Free Viagra to you?"

"Holy shit."

"Now that is some funky ass mumbojumbo. Looks like some kind of bomb or something."

"No...there's no detonator. And those circuit designs...they're like nothing I've ever seen before."

"I know that look, Bro. If you wore it around girls more often I might not be so worried about you all the time."

"Yeah, yeah."

"So, wanna try and build one of these funky monkeys?"

"I think...that might be a good idea."

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It was done. Whatever else happened, humanity had been given its chance.

Most of the world probably wouldn't see it. Among those that did, the majority of them would probably
ignore it or dismiss it as some hacker's prank. But maybe a few of them would take the information 
seriously, perhaps even enough of them to make a difference.

He looked back again.

They were almost through. He could hear voices coming through even now.

Soon he would be reunited with his loved ones.

But not before he saved the boy.

Sukebe knew all of the lab's secrets after his long captivity in it.

He raised his voice, "Ragnorok Seven One Seven."

"Authorization code."

He could feel the cold beads of sweat on his brow as he replied, 
"Echo Victor Oscar Lima Uniform Tango India Oscar November Three Three Three."

"Code confirmed. Please state command."

"Initiate Failsafe Winkle One One Nine. Command Override Lima Oscar Victor Echo Uniform."

"Winkle One One Nine initiated. Beginning cryostasis containment."

The fluid in the gently glowing capsule was liquid one moment and then solid the next. 

"Subject successfully contained."

The capsule's clear surface vanished as an armored sheath slid over it and it began to quietly sink through the floor.

Somewhere below, there was a secure room with its own independent grid of nuclear batteries.

The boy would be safe there until the time was right.

And then? That would be up to-

Behind him he heard the door finally crash down and the sound of boots heading in at a run.

He looked at his console.

There was still one last thing to do.

A rifle barked behind him and a burst of red hot pain erupted from his shoulder, almost spinning him completely around.

Somehow, he found the strength to stagger forward and hit the last key.

"Melinda...I'm coming."

He never heard the crack of the shot that blew his head all over the terminal.

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"Fucking Asshole."

Dick Ripper spitefully emptied a dozen more rounds into the dead man's body. 

It made him feel a little better.

Billions of dollars plowed into the Project and it had all been ruined by one man. 
The PR disaster alone was going to be worse then those stupid photos of sandnigger pyramids.

"Stupid Fucking Cocksucker!!"

A technical specialist hurried over to Turgidson from the terminals.

"General, we're completely locked out. Whatever he did, he made sure it would stick."

"I want solutions, soldier. Not more problems."

"We're going to have to physically strip it down, Sir."

"Then why are you still standing here?"

"Yes Sir."

The man scurried back to join the others already starting to remove the physical casings from the machines.

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The ground shook as if hit by a Titan's hammer.

In the underground containment bunker a large metallic ovoid rocked violently in its electromagnetically
 sealed enclosure. Steel alloy shrieked like a alley cat given an acid enema. Broken hoses hissed and thrashed
like snakes on crack, spitting white jets of liquid helium into the air.

Light began to pour forth from cracks forming in the structure's smooth surface. White at first, then rapidly
condensing into a foreboding dark red.

A rumbling began.

More cracks began to completely engulf the sphere in a regular geometric pattern.

A roar that had never come from any natural creature to walk the Earth seared through the underground room,
pounding throgh metal, rock and sand to finally echo out into the open sky. 

Fine red swirls of light and rapidly clustering particles began to fill the chamber.