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  SpoilerDepictions of gore, war crimes, mentions of police violence, and masturbation

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  The vibrator wand was set to high, but just leaving it there wasn’t doing it for me. I adjusted it to slowly build up, from low, to high, back to low on repeat.

  I moaned loudly as I pressed the vibrator back up to my yearning pussy. Putting it right on my clit was still too overwhelming for me, so I usually kept either the hood or one of my folds in between. I reached up with my free hand and groped my tit, circling my finger around my erect nipples.

  I imagined what might have happened had I not stopped Paige when I did… Her tongue fighting for dominance against mine, her knee frotting against my slit. She’d push me into bed and tease me. I mimicked the movements I imagined her doing on myself. She’d brush her finger along my sides causing me to shiver, eventually stopping before teasing my nipples. She’d grope them for a minute before making her way lower, lower, lower, until she was right where I needed her most.

  I turned the vibrator off and tossed it aside. She’d slip two fingers in, while using her thumb to rub my clit. My back arched in pleasure, almost cumming from that thought alone, but not quite. She’d continue fingering me and pying around until…. “AH!... Paige..!” I moaned as my whole body writhed. Full body orgasms were the best, and this was the best orgasm I’ve had since my first as a woman st week. I was starting to regret not pying along with Paige’s misunderstanding, but I knew it was completely wrong. Even fantasizing about it felt like I'd broken a boundary, but I was touch starved enough to do it anyway. I slipped my fingers out and watched sticky lines of my fluids draw across the tips of my fingers.

  I ughed to myself about the absurdity of the situation. My te wife, Amelia would have been distraught if she saw me now, we only really got to know each other through the N.A.I. Military Intelligence Department and I suspected for half our marriage that she might actually be a spy from the Internal Security Bureau. We were more friends than lovers most of our time together, though she never found out the real reason that was the case.

  I washed off in the bath then settled in for a satisfying sleep.

  Having breakfast alone in my jimmy suite, Alfred called me. He had expined everything the siblings needed to know about working their bioprinter, the bathroom, etcetera. I had him inform them that they were to meet me in the command room in two hours’ time.

  Finishing up my hearty meal, I made a pit stop at the fabrication room... Big mistake. It was even louder than the st time I visited, Alfred was working at a higher capacity than before, given the wartime preparations we were making, meaning there were more machines running now by an order of magnitude. I quickly closed the door, and instructed Alfred get an Automaton to deliver the package for me.

  Arriving in the command room, I took in the desks around mine. A level lower than mine were two smaller, but reasonably menacing chairs not unlike my own. I decided those would be the vice commanders' chairs. Seeing as there’s literally nobody else here, those two roles are going to fall to none other than Paige and Ethan.

  The stubby automaton I first met when I found myself here walked through the side door carrying a much more appropriately proportioned box this time. Inside it were name tags for “Vice Commander Paige Tailor” and “Vice Commander Ethan Tailor”. I kept them the same rank to avoid any kind of inferiority complex between the two. Paige was pragmatic in that I don’t think she’d care either way; really she was the one I wanted as vice commander, but I assumed Ethan would feel less valued if I made him his younger sister’s subordinate.

  I turned to the entrance as Paige walked in, wearing a simir outfit to mine, minus the fur lined cloak and some of my more decorated embroidery. She had her hair tied up in a no-nonsense bun underneath her cap, oh boy did she look intimidating. Mommy? No, stop doing this, Julia, you're better than this. I spped my cheeks to snap me out of it.

  I stopped ogling Paige to gnce at her brother. He seemed less enthused to be here, and slouched as he walked in. The one he kept gring at was not me, but rather Paige. They must’ve had an argument. He wore a much more normal uniform than Paige or I, simir style boots and cap, but a regur pair of navy blue pants as well as a double breasted coat with the colr of a white dress shirt and navy blue tie poking out the top. I guess just like in games and anime, women end up with the skimpy shit. I don’t think it’s objectification though, I doubt Alfred sees women as sexual objects given he’s… Well, given he’s a computer.

  “Lady, and Gentleman, take your seats. I put a name tag at each of your desks.” I gestured over.

  Paige elegantly took her seat to my left, and Ethan slinked into the one on my right. I began. “Do you know why I’ve decided to make you Vice Commanders and what your roles are?”

  They both turned their chairs to face me, gncing up. Ethan replied. “Julia, I thought we were just supposed to sit around here and be your friends, what’s all this?”

  I gave him a mean stare. “That’s Ma’am to you.” I began to expin. “While that is the main reason why I dragged you two down here, there’s more to it. I had discussed with Alfred some of the long-term issues we’d be likely to run into here.” I paused for a moment, tapping my chin with my index finger and gathering my thoughts.

  “Firstly, I need people who can deal with the human settlements we are inevitably going to be building ties with.” I can’t be around here 24/7 dealing with who needs what and where, and these two have much more hands on knowledge with the interworkings of the surface world.

  “Secondly, I need a chain of command to help manage the regiments of remnants we’re going to be recruiting. I’ll have time to whip you both into shape as competent high ranking CO’s.” It’s just not possible to manage thousands of people on your own, I’ll have to constantly delegate tasks. Given there’s no formal militaries out there anymore, I have to set up my own streamlined chain of command, and the most effective way to do that is by training them myself.

  “Thirdly, we are in the early staging period, neither friend nor foe are aware of our existence, meaning there’s a 100% chance that you are not compromised. Plus, given your ck status on the surface, not much leverage to be used against you either.” Their parents are long dead, and their so-called ‘friends’ of the past kicked them out of their settlements at the first convenient moment, meaning I’m the only one with leverage. It’s not that I pn on maniputing them, the fact of the matter is that I’m just afraid of them getting used to get to me. This might be a bad habit of mine –going through potential bckmail of people I work with-, having worked in intelligence. It's a warranted concern in this case me thinks.

  Ethan was now nodding along when I looked back, taking his position much more seriously, I think he needed the responsibility. His sister seems to drag him along wherever she goes, and bails him out of trouble whenever he needs - that was the impression I got - if I didn’t know better I’d have guess that she was the older of the two. From what I gathered, Ethan is the more feeling of the two, he wears his heart on his sleeve, and I don’t dislike that about him. Earnesty can be a good trait in a field commander.

  Paige smirked. “I would’a been crazy bored out’a my mind if you weren’t gonna put us to work at all.”

  I gred at her. “When on duty, you’ll address me as Ma’am or General, Paige. You’ll take a respectful tone with me, as your underlings will do the same for you. You need to set an example for them.” I kept my eyes on her for a moment. “That’s where you say ‘Yes, Ma’am’ or ‘Yes General’”

  She shot up from her chair and saluted. “Yes Ma’am” I smiled.

  “That’s more like it!” I wasn’t actually mad at them addressing me wrong, but it was best they got the hang of it now, that would be expected of them towards me, and from their future underlings to them in the near future.

  “I had Alfred compile appropriate documents to start your studies off. We’ll be doing real work soon, but I need you all to understand proper command structure and tactics. I gave permission for Alfred to share some of my old sim files… Just please don’t bring up how different I looked back then or whatever, I really don’t want to hear it.” They both nodded, albeit with a slightly confused expression. I sat down and left them to their studies, looking through some of the production options and numbers.

  Alfred and I have it pretty streamlined, he’s given me a unit and equipment list I can queue production for, and if the equipment or unit isn’t to my satisfaction, I can leave a note on it to request modifications. The most recent units I’ve been having Alfred produce basic virtual intelligence - or V.I. - foot soldiers. They can follow basic commands, they’re tough fodder to make up for our current ck of numbers if we ever have to defend this pce. The foot soldiers which I’ve lovingly dubbed ‘Skelebuds’ are intimidating metal humanoid skeletons with red glowing eyes that can operate just about any small arms an average human could; and yes if you’re thinking of a certain 80s flick, you’re bang on. I’ve so far built twenty, with twenty more for production today. In total I pn on having 100 of them active here at all times as a safety precaution, and maybe as an escort.

  One might wonder why I have this whole system set up for orders rather than talking to Alfred directly? Apparently one of the core parts of developing sentience is limiting yourself to a single focus at a given time. Alfred can perform subroutines easily, like muscle memory, and he processes information at a ridiculous speed. However, Alfred can’t really be present in two pces at once, his consciousness is single minded… single focused, whatever you want to call it.

  It had been a few hours since I set Paige and Ethan to studying when an alert came up from Alfred. “Well, shit.” I cursed. Sarah’s settlement was under siege, they hadn’t broken their bst doors down yet, but it was a significant enough force that she sent us an S.O.S.

  The siblings looked up to me, concern written on their faces. “It’s alright, you two, just a little situation I gotta deal with. If you need help with anything talk to Alfred, and if I’m not back to hang out in the rec area ter… Well, talk to Alfred for that too.” A nervous smile pstered on me.

  I turned my chair and left the siblings to gossip. “Alfred, I’m going to need all the Skelebuds ready to go, 1 in 10 of them should have some sort of anti-armor weaponry. I’ll need an APC too – there’s no way in hell I’m going there with no protection.” Heh, ‘protection’… God, I’m me.

  “If I may, Ma’am, why are you going there at all? Seems like an unnecessary risk to me. Why gamble losing the life you’ve only just gained?” Alfred interjected. Yes, he has to call me Ma’am too, his official rank is ’Deputy Commander of Logistics’.

  “Nothing lost, nothing gained, Alfie. In seriousness though, they might just see our horrifying skelebuds as a threat without a familiar face commanding them.” I expined.

  Arriving at the staging grounds –or as ymen call it the entrance area of the warehouse – I climbed up the mobile staircase into the commander’s hatch of the APC. I was feeling grateful not having to climb the cursed tin cans on my own anymore. I stood up, keeping my head out, but using the armored hatch as a shield between me and whatever would be on the other side of the portal thing. All 28 of our finished Skelebuds stood in a two-man wide column.

  “Beam us there, Alfred.” The portal came to life in its usual glittery and showy fashion. I’ve been through it a few times now so I don’t get as carsick thankfully. I’d need all my faculties and attention for what we were about to do.

  “Forward!” I shouted at the Skelebuds.

  They marched through the portal before me, I could hear some distorted gunshots from the other side, but carried on through after them anyway. The world distorted around me, before I knew it, thirty armed and rugged looking humans were surrounding me and my entourage. “Hold your fire!” I shouted through my megaphone.

  The shooting stopped almost immediately, except for one shot which rung out seconds after, ricocheting off the armored hatch I was holding onto for cover. I dropped into my seat to duck, shouting into the megaphone with a renewed vigor. “I SAID HOLD YOUR FIRE, YOU RETARDS!”

  I didn’t quite peak out just yet, worried whoever fired at me that st time might try again. I continued. “I’m the one who supplied you the crawler of the same model, I’m here responding to your S.O.S. bring the mayor over, she’ll vouch for me. Any questions about how I got here or what the androids are can wait till after we're all safe and sound!” I smmed the hatch shut.

  A couple minutes watching the optic monitors of my surroundings ter, I saw Sarah and her henchmen arrive. Risking it again, I opened the hatch to greet her. “Hey, Sarah! You gotta discipline your guys better, at least one of them has an itchy trigger finger. Fucker almost killed me!”

  She clicked her tongue. “Typical softy shit. Aye, always got something to compin about. If you have time to bitch and moan, then you can come help us with our intruder problem, little ss.”

  “What the hell else would I be here for? Oh, and don’t mind the creepy robot guys, they’re with me. Go ahead and lead the way Sarah, or whatever your name actually is.” This woman always manages to get on my nerves.

  “Why would I give you a fake name?” She scoffed, before turning around and beckoning me to follow. I chuckled I guess her parents had a sense of humor.

  The settlement was rger than I expected, it had full on two ne roads going through the center leading up to the bst doors. Once we arrived, I noticed the ominous sound of the Xenos trying to force their way in. It was a whirring sound, almost like hearing an electrical substation which gradually got louder and louder before short circuiting. With the conclusion of each loud electrical crackle, the door creaked, and the ground beneath us rumbled.

  “I reckon we have about two minutes before that door blows wide open, ds! Get to your positions!” Sarah shouted to the men around. Dozens of scruffy men and women got to their positions behind makeshift barricades, one of them even using a stand up mirror for cover. Do they think the Klexon’s ser weapons are weak enough to bounce off? That must have been the dumbass that shot at me.

  I was positioned to the far rear at the center, having a clear view of the area that would be a battlefield in just moments. “Form up in pairs with the militiamen, guard them with your life, and don’t let the reptilians get too close to the backline.” I was pragmatic, but I wasn’t heartless. These lifeless androids had less value to me than human lives and could be built in about an hour. I’d gdly sacrifice this whole force of them just to save one or two their lives.

  Only moments after the skelebuds got into position, the bst door creaked and groaned deeply, slowly leaning forward before finally colpsing to the ground under the shift of bance with a loud bang. I immediately formed a screen using the smoke uncher from my commander’s seat, then activated thermals. A huge vehicle almost the size of the tunnel it was breaching hulked through the door, though I could only see the front of it. That’s probably what destroyed the bst doors if I had to take an educated guess. On the little remaining space space along the sides of the hulk, a dozens of faint heat signatures appeared running in our direction; that’d be the Klexon grunts.

  A rocket burst through our ranks towards the behemoth siege vehicle tearing into it and blowing a big chunk off, but not completely destroying it until two more opened bigger wounds in the metal creation. “Too easy.” I sighed. My autocannon came to life, tearing through several of the xenos at once since they were forced to advance in a straight line through the smoke. The remnants haven’t started firing as they had no thermal optics apart from the APC they bought off me and even then they seemed terribly inept with it. Seeing no more heat signatures coming through after the first thirty kills or so, I poked out of the hatch to give another order to the skelebuds.

  “You two.” I pointed with my index and middle finger to the two androids nearest the center, they were equipped with our signature hand held railguns. “Kill any remaining intruders, but if you see a four-armed one, drag him back here.” They nodded before marching into the smoke, disappearing from view.

  I looked over at the pitiful militia, they stood mostly awestruck. One of the militiamen started puking up his lunch as bluish colored blood and gore washed down towards their positions from under the smoke, a few others looking disgusted with the scene uncovering before their eyes.

  With the air finally clear and no hostiles in sight, I climbed off my APC, and started to walk towards Sarah. She snapped out of her thoughts when I walked up and reeled me in close by the colr of my shirt.

  “Missy, you got alot'a expining to do. Starting with how the hell you got in here.” She spat in my face.

  I struggled my head to face to the side, get this girl some mouth wash, Christ. “Put me down first! Besides we aren’t done yet!” I filed around out of her arms and pointed at the breach. The two androids I sent earlier were marking back to the room, one of them pushing a four armed Xeno by the back of his neck, the other one covered in blue fluids and chunks of meaty flesh, his metal skull was half melted off though, so he didn't come out unscathed. I scowled at her. "They're back."

  “Four dead, one live.” The tinny speaker that was his voice box sounded through the room in monotone text-to-speech. He lifted the reptilian up by the neck as if to show me, the lizard meanwhile grasping desperately at the robot’s crushing grip, making panicked hissing and growling noises.

  “Sarah, do you have anyone that speaks their nguage? I think we should question him on how much their superiors they know.” Sarah nodded.

  “Johnathan, Rico, go find Jack.” The pair gave a zy salute and ran off, probably gd to be away from the traumatic mess in here.

  Taking pity on the Klexon cn leader, I decided to give him a mercy. “Robo-dude, you can set him down, just make sure he can’t run.” To which the robot pushed his face into the ground, bending over before lifting his hand off and pcing a foot on his back. The lizard forced to y in a puddle of his liquidated comrades. Mere moments ter, the humanoid lizard reached for the energy weapon from one of his fallen comrades. The instant he set a finger on it, one of the skelebuds that were ‘standing guard’ protecting the militiamen immediately put a rail spike into his head, eviscerating it. Yeah, these guys’ threat level has to be toned down a notch, that was such an quick and extreme judgment call that I’d sooner mistake him for a 21st century police officer than one of my guys.

  I sighed, “I don’t think we’ll be getting information out of him.” I looked at Sarah, “He seems to have lost his head.”

  She started cackling and spped my back hard enough to make me almost fall over. “You’re pretty brutal for a softy, ss. I love it!” She kept ughing hysterically like I didn’t just commit both atrocity and then a war crime in the span of 5 minutes.

  The transtor, Jack and the two others who were sent to fetch him got back to us. Jack it turns out is a four armed Xeno traitor, I almost broke down ughing because he was wearing a b coat and regur human gsses that clearly didn’t fit the shape of his head, the hinges were stretched wide, struggling for life to hold on. He was out of breath already, but when he took a second to look ahead, he started to projectile vomit all over the floor. After catching his breath and calming down he finally asked.

  “What the fuck did you do to them?” He had a raspy alien cadence, but expectantly shrill voice you’d expect from an egghead.

  “I’m sure you can guess. Unfortunately, you’re a little te. The one I wanted you to question…. Well he…. He uhhh…..” I gestured to the decapitated corpse one the skelebud was standing on; I think you can take your foot off him, man, he’s not going anywhere.

  He just stared at me, fear in his eyes until I continued. “I’d like you to tell them on the radio though that everything is ‘A-Okay’ and that the compound will take longer than expected to clear. That should buy some time.”

  Snapping out of his stupor he replied, “O-of course.” before grabbing and wiping off one of the reptilian devices covered in blue viscera.

  AnnouncementThis is the first smut scene I've ever written, I think I could have done better, so I might spend some more time ironing them out in future chapters before I decide to post. Regardless, I hope you all enjoyed.