The Zuvic Incursion (draft)

Kader Zuvic is the young, out of touch heiress of a Neon-Dark refining company. Her parents met their premature death at the hands of an Ex Commander who left the Caterina Private Defense, disenfranchised by the conflict for the element in the zone and seeking revenge on Caterina’s largest buyers. 

The company was a registered public entity of the North American economic zone and a new board of directors was appointed, leaving the then 19-year-old Kader a few hundred billion Credits wealthier. 

Fascinated by the conflict for the element in the Zone Kader began used her inheritance to invest into the research and development of weapons, tactics, equipment and everything else required to operate in the zone. 

Hiring former mercenaries, technicians and commanders she quickly became the main supplier of both Caterina Private Defence and Black Faction Corps. Zuvic Technology. 

Over the next few years of operation Kader began a slow but steady recruitment program where she placed dozens of newly trained recruits into stasis every day until she had close to 10,000 trained women ready to move.

Kader has the weapons

Kader has the women

Now she want’s the Neon-Dark.

The tip of the spear- 

Lumbering Slowly in from the coast across the largest area of liquified earth Zuvic Tech’s Main Base of operations powered by a Neon-Dark Core hovers 15ft from the surface, moving at a snail’s pace its clearly headed towards a rocky outcrop to establish an untouchable, unbreakable base for Kader. 

The vessel is a 22 level, with a base 150ft by 200ft it is packed with equipment, women (3000 to be exact) and an advanced command and control centre on the top level. Beneath it are the drilling & stabilization rigs to secure it into the rocky outcrop. 

Her advisors recommended her to not include a direct escort for the vessel but to secure the lines of transport as that’s where both companies will seek to cripple the operation. But no one thinks that either company will attempt to attack it, let alone while its in motion above miles upon miles of liquified earth. 

Back at Black faction HQ

The mistress has called in all available surplus units to report into HQ & has lifted a large portion of her standby units from stasis. Transports are flying in and out of the main hangar and dozens of Black Clad combatants are rushing to the main marshalling area. 

The sounds of jets and boots clanking echo in the hall without a single word spoken unit silence reigns broken only by the sounds of heavy breathing. 

A direct order from the Mistress arouses fear in the Combat units, nothing good ever comes of it and what ever she says goes. 

Thousands of women stand at the ready, eyes forward not a move amongst them. High above she stares down from her office. Behind her the head of operations Arvy enters “madam your combat units are ready”. 

She responds, “Isn’t it amazing what people will do for money”. 

Arvy responds “mam it is generous pay but also fulfilling work”

“don’t lie to me Arvy, they wouldn’t be here if they were making crumbs” 

“they put themselves through harsh training, let us augment their behaviour, they follow every order, they risk themselves, they sacrifice themselves for me”. 

Arvy approaches the window and stares down at the sea of skin & black “madam as long as they signed that contract they are yours”.

Back on the hangar floor its been close to an hour, feet are tiring and sweat is beading and beginning to sting eyes. But no one dare move to wipe it or rub their eye until in the periphery of their vision a cloaked black figure appears on the platform. 

“My beloved Combat units, my instruments of power, the strength of Black Faction, the future rulers of Mallera-9, today I, the one who loves you more than anyone else, your ruler, your owner asks you to perform the ultimate task for me….you are willing to do anything for me aren’t you”?

In choral unison every single unit shouts “ANYTHING MISTRESS UNTIL DEATH”

“we have a large, new force moving into the zone, if this new force establishes their base they will become the biggest threat to me, you must stop them dead in their tracks, kill every single one of them and send that base of theirs sinking into ground with every last one of them going down with it!”

They shout even louder “YES MISTRESS”

“this is the most dangerous mission & most of you if not all of you will die today. The base is floating across the eastern liquified earth region and appears to be headed for a rocky platform. Attack it by speeder, get inside it at all costs, get into the control room and disable its anti-gravity drive. If you make it off alive you will be rewarded upon return, however I know most of you will sink into the earth never to be seen again. I know my women are fierce and brave so you may all see me before your demise”. 

She removes her cloak, revealing her face & naked body

“gaze upon me my instruments of flesh”

For the first time Combat units are able to see mistress with their own eyes. 

Her heavily Augmented body so perfect its alien like- She gyrates & rubs her self slowly up and down. “giver of life we are now the takers of life, we women control the world now, made in pleasure, born of flesh I sacrifice you to mindless god, the Azologoth consumes you and turns you into pure power”.

She stops and stares down at them, her eyes glow…startling the young women below.

“Are you ready & willing to die for me?”

They shout back “YES MISTRESS WE ARE READY TO DIE FOR YOU!”

The mistress turns and walks away. 

“go & stop them”

They shout back “YES MISTRESS” and the hangar instantly becomes a hive of activity….

The ride to no-where.

Dozens of speeders of every type are racing across the liquid earth plain. ZV-TS-15 transports make the bulk of the force with close to 60 in the first wave. ZV-TS-15 are open Unit transports that have basic saddle seats mounted on the sides to facilitate rapid dismount. The drivers are exposed out the front & rely on the units they carry for defence. They carry up to 20 units safely but these ones have an extra 5 to 10 units clinging to the top, making manoeuvring impossible. 

An assortment of dual carry speeders and single carry speeders act as target saturation for the defenders along with about a dozen ZV-AT-6 covered transports each packed with atleast 15 units and around a further 10 “cargo” strapped to the outside in a hope for a chance they make it inside somehow when the vehicle is close to the Zuvic base. 

Wind rushing through her hair 24790J clings to the top of a TS-15, with one another units body covering most of the top of her body. She hears over the radio “1000 meters, blast sprays in bound.”

Blast sprays are gas rocket cylinders packed with BDC balls that are used for resurfaced Azologoth. 

She hears the pops and sprays at some distance, then a loud pop right above followed by a series of loud grunts coming from her speeder, muffled by the wind. The body a top of her jolting, then squirming, obviously hit by the Blast spray. She pushes her off the side and the limp body collides with two live units riding on the side saddle seats, knocking them off the speeder aswell. She watches them legs and arms grasping at nothing, moving horizontal to the ground at the same speed as the vehicle until they hit the ground, disappearing immediately into the liquified earth. 

She looks back at unit behind her, a blonde girl looks her straight in the eye and just shrugs her shoulders as if to gestures “so what”.

The vehicle is beginning to track away from the target, so she climbs to the front of the speeder and sights a hole in the drivers back, she’s been hit and the BDC is starting to take its toll. She climbs down to the driver taps her on the shoulder, the driver knows she is of no use under the effect of BDC and deliberately falls off the vehicle to allow 24790J to take over the controls.

She re-orients the speeder towards the base, luckily the change of course has allowed her vehicle to fall behind the first wave. Ahead the first TS-15 have reached the dock of the facility and almost all of the contents of the transports are falling into the liquified ground after receiving heavy fire. 

The commander of the attack orders all TS-15 drivers to circle and cover the approach of the AT-6’s onto the facilities dock. She throws the motorcycle like controls off to the left send the vehicle into a hard turn, tossing a unit clinging to the top off the side to fall to her death, only aware to it by the falling scream. 

She circles on a wide arc out of range of small arms fire she can see the AT-6s backing up into the dock. 

The dock

The Zuvic forces are completely surprised by the mass attack by Black Faction and rush hastily to repel the attack because once the dock is captured Black Faction forces will flow in like an uncontrollable wave. 

Alarms are blaring and the lead command unit is ordering all available units to the dock immediately. The AT-6 are slowly backing onto the dock, the turrets exchanging fire with the Zuvic units standing exposed on the dock. Getting their first taste of combat in their freshly new olive uniforms. 

Standing no chance against the armoured turrets they are cut down easily- for the duration of the fight the lead commander has wondered why they can’t over-ride the systems on the AT-6s, they were built by Zuvic after all. She uses a CCTV camera to zoom in on the approaching vehicles, not surprised to see Black Faction units strapped to the side like throw away fodder she notices a cover placed over the signal array. She orders her units to get down to the dock immediately and shoot the cover off. 

The only connection between the dock and the main part of the facility is the large service elevator and a single stair case. Each load can take up to 40 units, but can only be shut off from the command center on the top level. 

The next 40 pack into the elevator and take the ride down, unsure of what waits for them their only order is to shoot a cover off the top of the vehicles. Little do they know they have a few seconds until the vehicles turrets take them out. 

The lift doors open and they run out into the dock which is scattered with mostly green clad zuvic bodies. A AT-6 is right near the dock and they “cargo strapped units are working themselves out of the straps to get on the dock into the fight. Irresistibly easy targets for most of the Zuvic defenders. They make quick work of a wholesale amount of strapped units but only one fires a single round into single cover before she is smashed by a turret burst. But its enough to put a crack in it and allows HQ upstairs to over-ride the controls on all the AT-6s in that group. The lead commander orders an engine disable on all the vehicles. 

Inside the drivers are stunned, screaming they have lost power, the vehicles lurch nose first towards the liquid earth and fall gently as the anti grav drives shut down. The drivers windshields plow into the darkness, the units in the back yelling “what the fuck are you doing” and “get us to the dock”

But to no avail, as the liquified earth engulfs the transports, with their contents alive sinking into the Abyss. 

The Black Faction Command unit orders the rest of the speeders to converge onto the dock immediately and 24790J accelerates her speeder right towards the empty dock, sliding it across the deck, hitting and throwing bodies aside until it comes to a complete stop against the stairwell door. Her and the remaining five units on her vehicle jump off weapons trained with no one in sight. The elevator has gone back up to pick up another load and the stairwell door is jammed shut by the speeder. The act fast and begin building a barricade out of bodies as more and more vehicles arrive dropping off dozens and dozens and the last few remaining AT-6s arrive with their contents but more importantly their turrets. 

The dock is overrun with black faction units at this point, but they are unsure what is going to come down on the next elevator load. 

The doors open and fire erupts, they have placed two mobile turrets in the elevator and the exchange is massive. 

In a matter of 10 to 15 seconds thousands of rounds go either way cutting both sides to shreds, screams and body thuds with a stray round hitting the driver of a AT-6, knocking her against her stick steering her vehicle into the adjacent AT-6 sending them both into the liquid earth below, knocking a few unfortunate units off into it aswell. 

24790J realizes that this battle of attrition will not result in a Black Faction win, she runs straight into the elevator when she realizes all of the Zuvic units are dead. The doors close and she rips off her uniform and mask. Strips off a dead zuvic unit as fast as she can and then climbs into on of the Auto turrets. 

The moment of truth comes when the door opens and there are hundreds of zuvic units behind her guns ready to kill anything in Black Inside the lift. They immediately pile into the lift with her and go down to the dock level. Right next to the auto turret lay a naked body with a black faction uniform next to it, a zuvic unit notices, her eyes widen, she looks at 24790J in shock, then the doors open and a volley of fire enters, cutting that unit down immediately. 

She can’t just pretend to be the enemy she must become the enemy, 24790J opens fire on her fellow black faction units on the dock, ripping dozens apart. But she does not feel a single ounce of guilt as the mission requires sacrifice. 

The doors close again, and she immediately dresses the naked body in her black faction uniform and then climbs back in the turret and slumps she is hit. As soon as the doors open the zuvic units rush in and clear the bodies, including hers. With one of the two carrying her calling out “half hit here mam” without even looking at her the medical officer tells them “take her to basement 1, if she recovers we will reuse her otherwise if she isn’t good in an hour throw her overboard!” 

They lay her down amongst dozens of others in a lower level room. Its quiet with no too much going on down there, except for moaning BDC effected women strewn everywhere. 

She looks around for somewhere to go and non-uniformed woman approaches her, “are you good to fight?” 24790J responds back “yes mam, just a scratch”. 

The woman walks up, grabs her by the head, lifting her eyelid, opens her mouth and sticks her finger down her throat making her gag. “ok you’re good, move out now we have a big fight on our hands” 

24790J goes to run off, and she stops her one more time “did you see anything un-usual on the dock? You’re the first live one back” .

She knows now this is her chance- 

“mam I seen a strange object attached to the bottom of the AT-6s on the dock”

The womans eyes widen, “stay there” She places two fingers over earpiece. “got a unit with intel on the AT-6s” after a moment of pause “right she is on her way now” 

She turns to 24790J, “get up to level 22 report to command tell them what you saw”

24790J goes to run off and the woman screams at her “HALT”

She thinks immediately that she is caught. 

“you don’t have a weapon take a weapon from one of the bodies” 

The sign of relief and perfect solution to Black Factions problem. 

She enters the lift and proceeds up to the top floor.

It opens and its utter chaos, there are two black faction units tied to chairs being interrogated, one is clearly the girl who shrugged her shoulders on the transport earlier. 

Their mouths are gagged, noses bloodied and a large, muscular woman is beating them up. 

24790J walks straight past them- without acknowledging them. Towards the command unit who is hunched over her screen clearly stressed, in front of her the facility pilot, wearing a VR headset. She is where she needs to be to complete this mission. The commander sits up and turns around, “are you the one from the dock? What did you see on those transports?”

“yes mam, they have a large hook underneath” 

The command unit turns to her screen, “that’s it, those bitches are going to try to hook onto us and drag us off! Ok we know their plan now, get rid of those two” pointing at the two black faction units. 

She turns to 24790J “you can do the honours” 

She walks up slowly, sizing them up to which one has the right size clothing for her, the girl from the transport seems to be the closest fit. 24790J then walks behind the other girl, wraps her arms around her head, squeezing her nose and covering her mouth. The girl thrashes and tries to kick but she is tied up. She then leaves her and moves onto the other.

The commander claps ‘that’s what we want to see, Black Faction whores dying mercilessly”

She then walks around the back of the other girl, and wraps her arm around her neck, the commander calls out to the room “come check this out girls, we have an absolute killer on our hands, this girl is a slayer”. 

Random calls out from the room ring like “slay that ho” and “kill the bitch” 

She then stands up with the girl, picks up her gun and then starts firing around the command room, a few fire back at her with the girl absorbing all the rounds. In a matter of seconds, the room is cleared. She quickly undresses the shoulder shrugging girl, undresses herself and gets back into a black faction uniform, stands up and looks at her naked body and just shrugs her shoulders. 

She goes down to where the body of the pilot lay, and pulls of her VR head set, just kicks the control panel off the side and kicks the control stick so hard it stays in the one position. Alarms begin to ring and the facility begins to lurch to one side. 

24790J rushes immediately to the roof top…

Downfall

Down headed in the elevator the current load notices the facility beginning to lurch in the direction of the doors. There is a large number of black faction units on the dock and again the doors open and the barrage begins. The Zuvic units pile out of the elevator onto the doc and begin exchanging fire with the Black Faction units on the dock. The elevator returns to the top and more begin to pile in. 

The bodies, and live units on the dock begin to lose grip, all the equipment and bodies begins to slide off into the liquified earth. Some desperate units run over to the speeder left by 24790J to get away but it fails to start, the unit in the drivers seat desperately trying to get it to kick over. “come on come on” as it slides off the edge plunging into the liquid earth below. Soon the bodies, both live and dead are pouring off the dock into the liquified earth, so much so the ground liquefiers have come to the surface, their tentacles thrashing about, grabbing them and pulling them under rapidly. The angle is so steep now that the units in the elevator are piled ontop of each other against the door. Kicking and squirming one of them is shouting “someone hit the cancel button, its going to drop us straight into the..” the automatic voice announces “dock level” and the doors begin to open. Dropping them straight into the liquified earth that is now a swirl with tentacles and Azologoth like mouths consuming all of the women that were on the dock. 

The grav drives are completely off now and the facility plunges straight into the ground and is sucked in as fast a a single body. 

Tables, equipment and other items are strewn everywhere, the remaining Zuvic forces are in panic trying to reach the top. But the liquid earth is rushing through so fast, engulfing them as they are running away. As it goes all the way on its side, the facility becomes confusing as to where to get out. But after a few short moments all entries and exits are covered by the earth and the massive object begins its plunge deep into the earth. 

On one stair well where a few squads of black faction units the proceed into a large hall where a group of Zuvic units have fallen back to. The liquid earth is only about mid-thigh deep, but they continue their firefight.  

After the last black faction units are taken out, sinking slowly into the liquid earth the fresh Zuvic units have to wait out a slow demise, they do not fear death. They fear not being utilized for what they were trained to do. 

Lucky Escape. 

24790J is standing on the rooftop, the only survivor from the facility as it sinks into the ground a speeder pulls up beside her and she climbs on. Not a word, not a flicker of emotion just a cold stare at the large structure sinking into the abyss. Its contents inside, alive.