Ters-Ly War (6)

  Fox finished smearing the silver cream in Miros's hands, standing up to look at Colmillo, who continued kissing the shit out of the poor boy's mouth. Colmillo slowly retracted her face at last. Miros's shut eyes slowly opened, revealing shock, and that he was in a state of bewilderment.

  With traces of saliva between their distancing faces, sapphire eyes shrunk when seeing Colmillo move her lips to further those traces into her mouth. Then, what looked like her tongue moving inside her closed mouth left him paralyzed before Colmillo patted his left cheek.

  Looking up, Colmillo saw Fox staring at her, blank and waiting. Fox tilted his head a millimeter to the right before spatting, “Cougar.”

  He refrained from saying other words, like ‘crib jumper’, or ‘cradle hopper’, but those were written all over his face. However, Colmillo had something to say. Before putting her mask on again, she pointed a little at Fox’s chest, “Like you have something to say. Can’t you find a lover your age?”

  Fox jumped his eyebrows, dancing them before helping Miros up, who remained befuddled, looking at Colmillo. The beauty turned and went to check on the others who were just coming down after taking care of the enemy above.

  “You all good now?” Fox perfunctorily asked the boy. Miros turned his gaze to him and nodded, looking at Colmillo’s back once more before staring at the boss. Fox nudged his chin upwards, “You might find things you need around. Will you be able to get that movement reading in your drones?”

  “For sure, boss!” Miros nodded in a strong manner. He pointed at some doors and stairs leading to different places in the building, “I already know there are some places that might have some tech. It isn’t so abandoned after all.”

  “And how did you do in combat?” Fox patted the boy’s shoulders and asked. Miros looked at his hands again, his eyes narrowing in reminiscence for a bit. He looked up at Fox’s face, “I never did something like this, but I think I know better now. In fact, I believe this has aided me in finding new purposes for my drones. Mnnnn. I have many things to consider now!”

  “Oh, of course, I won’t disappoint you, boss. It might take some more settings tweaking, but I could have that finished with enough components.” Miros added after noticing Fox’s nods.

  “Don’t force yourself.” Fox said before turning to the exit. Miros smirked a little, feeling belonging to the little group in the boss’s command. However, he thought of something, becoming awkward before raising his voice, “Boss! About, well, that… Colmillo. What she did…”

  “That’s your problem,” Fox commented with a stoic tone. Miros opened his mouth in disbelief. “But, boooooss!?”

  “Clean the corpses before bringing the kids out!” Fox shouted to the other 7, also speaking into the communications channel with the other 2 echelons. Miros crossed his arms and pouted, murmuring, “You weren’t so uninvested in my matters before, huh?”

  “You’ll do the first guard for hours every time from now on, including when we are at a military base or encampment.” Fox turned his head back a little, speaking to the boy who opened his mouth in disbelief again. Miros didn’t think it was a lot at first, but thinking about it, and just because he spoke a little under his breath… Was it really that necessary!?

  “Ba- wait, boss, pleeease!” Miros tried appeasing the boss, but it was of no use. Fox shook his head a little before opening the door, letting his woman see his bloodied visor through hers before going in. The 110+ SAs that took high positions before moved to the building, with the enemy weapons and ammunition salvaged from their corpses.

  Fox returned inside and watched as the more than a hundred special agents cleaned the mess inside. Despite doing some killing outside, the interior of the building left them surprised, finding unexpected goriness. It was worse off at the topmost floor, where gasps audibly sounded.

  Fox walked to Alea, while Nala checked on her other baby, Akina, and saw the young redhead a little shaky. He asked her, “Are you okay?”

  “Yeah…” Alea responded, taking her helmet off, which Fox followed. She looked up at him and blinked, seeming convinced and resolute. “I know I’m okay. I can’t imagine… that for others, in different circumstances. Just these fools showed how terrible things could get, and they had such… ‘freedom’, unlike in Preut.”

  Alea was a little blunt, but of course, Fox didn’t care. He nodded and gave her a red pill. It wasn’t the same as a red medicine pill, as this one was a bit transparent, with a semi-liquid, gooey content inside, with some whitish, tiny dots and traces.

  “Take it if you feel without enough energy, to sleep or in the middle of a fight.” Fox said before offering no more words, walking to another spot to wait for the place to be cleaned up. Alea didn’t ask more questions, the smell alone giving her a clue to what this was. She religiously stored it into her uniform pocket through her medium NUA’s compartment before helping up.

  Nala didn’t lower herself to move bodies, while Fox watched half the process before helping up himself, with Nala aiding him. An hour later, with Miros lost somewhere to look for components with Colmillo, the SAs finished cleaning all corpses and blood. The clothes were easy to spot and put in a bag, hair and lost organ tissue not so much.

  A bit later, the children were let out of their locked refuge, seemingly knowing what happened. They weren’t dumb, probably imagining various things, but in the end, it wasn’t their parents who opened the gates, but uniformed soldiers.

  Fox saw the ebony little girl, who looked around and obviously didn’t find her mommy, or anyone she knew for that matter. Furthermore, the mantles covering the higher floors were gone, with warm, orange lights coming from those places, turning everything a bit cozy.

  “Where is my mommy?” The little girl walked to Fox. She wasn’t fearless, but what else could she do? Asking the big boss was the same as asking anyone else, it seemed. Fox looked down at the small thing before crouching with a knee bent higher in the air than the other.

  “I killed them, I did.” Fox spat without a thought. The little girl gulped, looking at him with upturned eyes. “… why?”

  “Because I could,” Fox tilted his head to the left, looking at the girl. She continued looking at him, still without a word. He then tilted his head to the right, adding, “Just as they could me, I did to them. Do you know that?”

  “…” The little girl nodded, still not speaking again. She was clearly not contented, but she also didn’t show hate. Such were kids, even in things like these that weren’t common. Fox placed his fingers on her left shoulder before standing up. The rest of the kids were more or less gathered around him, with some SAs carrying them on their shoulders and/or in their embrace.

  “The Lymocan army will be on their way here. You will stay, and then, you can decide whether you want to be sent to Lymoca or stay in places like these. There are all kinds of food in Lymoca, and drinks, with other kids, too. You can also go to Cors, but that’s all up to you.” Fox spoke to the kids before walking to the side.

  It was a lie, as they would only be asked where they wanted to go, Lymoca or Cors, with the other options being ‘not stable enough’ due to the war in this region, where only Cors seemed dependable enough. Regardless, it was better to give them the notion of having a choice.

  The children were shown around before being brought to one of the higher floors to rest. It was night, after all, and the city might still have other shooters. After ensuring the building was empty with no more enemies, Fox left half an echelon behind to investigate the city, leaving a device on the floor that needed time to fully activate.

  When returning to the building, in the deep of the night, the device was still halfway through achieving a secure communication channel with direct connection to the temporary HQ. Fox put everyone to rest, with a few standing guard, including Miros, thus, Colmillo. Those two seemed to have a lot to talk, and just staying together for presence.

  … At night, with most SAs resting their bodies, with practically no injuries, Fox and Nala laid in a sleeping bag on the floor. They were in a medium room, with the team and some others from her Red echelon sleeping at a few arms’ reach at most.

  They wouldn’t stay here for long, so the Green and White echelons remained outside the city, sleeping in the comfy, cozy-temperatures of their tankettes.

  Nala lied her head on Fox’s chest, her left leg over his body, pressing his arm against himself with the center of her body. Her closed eyelids were at his left cheek bone’s level, which smoothly opened. She hadn’t said anything, when Fox opened his. Then, she nibbled his jaw before talking, “What are you thinking? Your beats change without reason every few minutes. Something on your mind?”

  “…” Fox smirked. Even things such as a single, short chain of beats changing in rhythm after 2 to 3 minutes became easy to identify by Nala. He wondered what else she got about fully understanding him. He gently shook his head a bit before answering, “The medium NUA power… is a lot.”

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  “It is,” Nala nodded. Fox looked down at the top of her head, and part of her forehead. “But not as much as my left arm. It is more powerful when it comes from the full body, but it couldn’t even keep up with my left arm’s raw, ‘new’ natural strength. I wonder if the high NUA can enhance my left arm accordingly.”

  “Is that what’s keeping you from laying your half-sleeping consciousness out?” Nala hummed, rubbing her nose on his uniform a few times, squishing her nose into him. Fox caressed her lower nape, “No. The thing is, if my body… my whole body…”

  “…” Nala snapped her eyes open, just as she was enjoying his scent, warmth, and body she knew so much, inside out. She lifted her head a bit, her chin on his, feeling his movements with her shaking head as Fox continued, “Then, it would be a monstrous thing. I would be terrifying.”

  “That is indeed the case, but don’t let that cloud your judgment,” Nala commented, holding his arms a bit. Fox looked at her questioningly. Nala blinked, “You’re already in a debt you aren’t even ? of a tenth of paying it back. Don’t make it not even who knows how many zeros to the right.”

  “Oh…” Fox exclaimed, clearly forgetting he was in such a stupid debt, and that he would be in more if he really wanted that kind of full body ‘evolving’. Furthermore, how easy was it for the Lymocan government to produce ultra processed Mintip? Such material quantity for just his fingers was more worthwhile than a country the size of Torka.

  Nala smiled, seeing through his silly thoughts. She didn’t kiss him directly, but put her face on his left profile side. Fox looked at the unusually caring and tender affection she showed him, even in a ‘semi-public’ space. He didn’t complain, though. Heavens, never!

  “I heard you were particularly ‘caring’ last night,” Nala spoke, her gray, light blue eyes stunlocked on his. Fox innocently blinked. “They did well. It’s the first time I am caught up to, and they had my back. Mn. It’s the first time for everything. Nothing like pats on the back, eh?”

  “I see…” Nala’s upper body didn’t move one bit, but her knee and her left hand under the sleeping bag were majestically moving on his lower regions. Fox let out a breath, filled with hotness that Nala’s nostrils sniffled in while putting her forehead against his temple.

  With a soft gulp from his throat, Fox darted his eyes to Nala, who gently blew hotly at his ear and nibbled his earlobe and helix up and down.

  “I was thinking,” Nala slowly moved her thighs more to straddle him. Fox felt his furious serpent released, identifying her uniform fabric. She spoke with one hand clutching him and the other doing who knows what. “We can try something.”

  “W- what?” Fox asked, feeling a warm sensation of flesh and wetness that he was familiar with, always inviting him. Nala played with him, looking at his face with her body semi-straddling him, her torso mere centimeters above his.

  “We can research your insemination process. We have all the time to try it out. Who knows, with how difficult your sperm is, maybe my WID would even alert me if you got me all knoc-” Nala’s breath became hotter, and her breathing denser. Fox shut her mouth with his right palm before moving it to clutch her neck while his mouth kept hers shut still.

  Nala widened her eyes, but Fox made her move just the right angles and weight with his hand at her neck, making her eyelashes flutter while her mouth gave in. Then, he moved their sleeping bag, thickening it atop them to make the movement less and less visible. As for the noises from their movements, slow passion was king, so to speak. Nothing could beat an insufferable hot, slow session.

  . . .

  Since the moment the SAs of Lymoca landed on Terka to the moment they entered the abandoned city, the battlefield in the center north of Terka had advanced a little in Lymoca’s favor.

  There was an undeniable advantage from the results of both sides’ air forces facing each other, at least at the warplane level. The land battles were still a matter of immediate death, sudden victory or loss, and calculation from multiple experts, mathematical and strategist.

  Terka had some tanks, all ultramodern, but they were rapidly smoked by the Lymocan combat helicopters or fighters, most previously spotted by the light support helicopters.

  The armored vehicles were another matter. Many soldiers had rockets and even missile launchers, with the latter lacking in number, but not in firepower.

  Vehicles blew left and right until both sides opted for their defense, choosing a strategic position to hold, where they could simply aim and fire their turrets. Lymoca took positions behind hills and as many forests as there could be, defending it from the sides with snipers.

  Whenever an enemy military unit assaulted, pushing into them, the sides would be covered, with the enemy soldiers rushing up the hill meeting with immediate, concentrated firepower and explosives. It was even worse in the tree areas, where the Lymocan soldiers used adhesive hand grenades quite a lot, surprising the enemy, becoming their worst nightmare before their 2 last seconds alive were counted down.

  Hundreds of lives were lost for every couple hundred meters, both sides just not giving a step back, with their DLMs aiming and reaping lives with no end. The combat helicopters weren’t too easily utilized in Lymoca’s side unless there was a unit that managed to close in to an enemy position and destroyed a vehicle by surprise.

  It was difficult, as neither army was sloppy in their held positions, but it would still happen. Lymoca also suffered such surprises, but these were fewer than Terka, thankfully.

  Once an enemy vehicle was blown up, combat helicopters and light support helicopters would fly over and provide support, sometimes causing a chain reaction with other assault units. The Terkan army lost a few hundred meters after the initial clash, bringing the battle to another halt.

  After hours passed into the night, whereas the morning was just a couple of hours of turning the sky gray. Both sides seemed to have made their homework. As countries, even if Terka didn’t have much communication with their only hoog secret organization before, they did now.

  Even then, Piya Sanctum District wasn’t a hoog secret organization that was formed in the recent decades, or even a century ago, but at the very beginning of the new era of secret organizations’ special agents.

  Even with everyone making their ‘projects’ of collecting information in the other side’s positions, situation, and numbers, the District remained on top. There was no doubt about this, they were hoogs, but also in different worlds of expertise and knowledge.

  Decades, or even a century old hoog secret organization does not compare to more than 200 years, and one of the founders of this era. With this being said, there were some conflict between hoogs in the stalemate. SAs met each other and downed each other, too.

  The soldiers from both sides were alarmed, hearing gunshots from above the trees, between clearing paths in forests, and near but far from the hills they chose to hold their positions. Neither side could identify the battling sounds’ pattern to either, so they remembered orders and didn’t intervene, not even sending a scout.

  Military to military; secret world fights their own. Although that was so, some soldiers did see flashing currents of electricity, bursts of fire, and strange, creepy cutting noises with a shrill scream or more. It was a wonder, new thing, the world was truly witnessing.

  And to this, the blurry but clear and savage footage of a few SAs taking down hundreds of armed people in a closed building spread throughout the late of the deep of the night. This made the presence of SAs became more evident.

  It didn’t take too long for intellectuals to use the IWS platforms to identify the people in the building. Fox didn’t wear his helmet when he went in, letting the world know it was Lymoca who was behind it. Giving rise to, with no doubt, some parties speaking out against Lymoca.

  But just as well, Luis replied, albeit still affected after throwing up twice, thrice if Roam had not shaken his shoulders awake. He sent high-definition footage of the happenings. One of the cams showed Fox talking with some survivors, telling them who he was and why he came here.

  After Fox killed one of them, nobody was stupid enough to not see why a couple hundred people were hiding their firearms and even standing behind mantles to cover their bodies before coming out. The battle was censored, and only a few seconds into it were displayed to the public.

  It was another small ‘skirmish’ encounter, one that left the sides against Lymoca, on the higher stands, not feeling particularly at ease.

  With the war evolving into reality, these few excerpts were what gave the social media, which was growing apprehensive of the Ters-Ly War, the break to create humor and lighten the world… As a manner of speech.

  … But at this time, outside of the usual world everyone else was still living in, after a few thousands of soldiers’ bodies were moved out of the battlefield in a rather solid truce to do so; General Edgar Plomo received a surprising, good piece of news.

  He walked to the panel control in the central command room and connected with the farthest-distant device. Immediately, as the General felt a little nervous in case something went wrong, he heard Fox’s voice. “General, forget the center, I got a good spot for you.”

  “Fox?” The General was glad, then marveled to hear those words, they could only mean…

  “The ‘bunker’ is fully operational, and there are kids who need some moving. Take this thing and the Terkan shores are yours… Wouldn’t that be better?” Fox directly spoke without procedures or giving vital information first, but it hardly mattered to anyone.

  “I…” The General thought for a moment, going through various things. “I’ll give word to the navy, they’ll bring those kids elsewhere. As for the northern shore, I’m just not sure of their importance. The fight with Terka is mainly on land-”

  “As Lys, we should know well what about leaving one’s shores open mean. I saw some pistols in the hands of civilians, have you seen Terkan forces with ‘utilities’ they shouldn’t own?” Fox simply replied. The General went silent, realizing that it might indeed not be nothing.

  He walked out and looked to the north, where he could see part of the ocean. He wondered and gulped before walking back inside. In the bunker, Fox knelt before a set of 3 cylindrical objects, taller than the average kid, with the one in the middle the highest. They were like an old-fashioned building of a factory, made of metallic walls and without support from the outside. However, it was this thing that kept any cybernetic intervention from catching up to the communication channel.

  “That can be considered. For now, there will be a brigade coming towards you. I will have to ask you to come to the frontlines and… well, teach the others what you can.” The General felt a bit embarrassed to ask this as the Defense Secretary to a young man.

  “Will do,” Fox nodded before adding, “You are the General, no? The Admiral Secretary might have enough to protect the shores from Terkan boats or gigs, but it’s the Terkan ground territory what matters, not just the water. With it, you’ll have a direct confrontation face-off towards the government of Terka. The District will just have to work more for communications.”

  As for what Fox had to teach soldiers what their combat experience didn’t, and what the General ‘wouldn’t know’. That can only be, perhaps, methodology, training their way of thinking, bending their mindset flexibly… Fox wasn’t just another soldier in Preut, after all. And he also dealt with artillery bombardment once.

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