Project: Fenris (Part 1)
Project: Fenris
A strange hybrid of human and wolf floats naked in a glass tube filled with fluid. Charcoal grey fur dominates much of his humanoid body, with a ponytail of red hair floating behind him and red stripes not unlike a tiger marks him as some kind of mutant, a variation of a variation. When standing on solid ground his height is halfway between six and seven feet tall and a solid three hundred pounds in weight. His eyes are closed in forced sleep. Next to him is a smaller and more petite female of the same general species. Altogether there are about five hundred wolves of this general type in a kind of factory of biogenetics. The one wolf that opened this scene has a visitor of a sort: A bald Caucasian human male with a handle bar moustache who sneers at the wolf in the tube; a female grey alien standing off to the sides.
"There he is, the pride and joy of Project: Fenris." The human says with a southern drawl and a tone that is partially sarcastic. "How soon till we can field him?"
"Fenryx Nimrod is already well through the requisite virtual reality simulations, Colonel Specter." The grey states: "In fact he has helped others through troublesome tests."
"You did keep pack structure and loyalty programming on their little heads did you not?" Specter asks in a commanding tone.
"As per your specifications," the grey as cedes with a nod. "Which is why I feel obligated to tell you, Fenryx is an alpha of the better developed packs. On communal simulations with other Wolf Moreau look to him for direction."
As if on cue, Fenryx opens his eyes, blinks and then glares at Specter. The speaker attached to the tube crackles to life and a voice with a Philadelphia or New York accent growls to the pair: "This him, Gyra? Is this Specter?"
"He has a voice?" Colonel Specter asks in an astonished tone to which the assistant biotechnician Gyra nods. "A relevant mutation that has just surfaced, Colonel, he can project his thoughts through radio waves as communication. But only what he chooses to broadcast."
"I will take that as a yes." Fenryx states: " What brings his exaltedness to muddle about with the beast folk?" His tone with this broadcast drips with sarcasm enough to cause the Colonel to glare back. "I don't appreciate the tone, boy. We spent good money to develop you..."
"And what is my first target?" Fenryx asks abruptly "You are just so anxious to unleash me on someone..."
"The Vee Arr sims are boring you, ain't they boy?" Specter says with a wry chuckle. The he turns to Gyra. "Which of the tiger-wolves are developed enough to field test?"
"Roughly one hundred seventy-five are at sufficient development for field operations." A robot meandering its way up and down the rows of tubes intones. "A list can be sent to your personal data assistant if you wish." Specter takes out his PDA that the robot touches. "Is there any specific unit you wish to inquire about?"
"How about Fenryx?" Specter facetiously asks to which the robot intones in the same impassionate voice: "Fenryx Nimrod is two hundred fifty percent finished with his required curriculum."
Specter glares at Gyra. "I could send him on solo missions if he's that far along."
"Why do you think he's listed at that level?" Gyra smirks. "We have run him through every scenario, military and civilian that you have made available plus more scenarios borrowed from video games than I care to admit."
The female besides him opens her eyes, eyes much like Fen's and glares at first him and then Gyra. The vocalizer for her tube informs them: "Don't encourage him, Gyra, he's been insufferable all week."
"And who is this lovely lady?" Specter asks with a leer and more than a hint of lust in his voice.
"Olga..." Gyra starts before Fenryx bellows: "HANDS OFF, PRICK! SHE'S MINE!" Then Gyra sighs and shakes her head. "As I was saying she is Olga Nimrod, we assigned her as the mate of Fenryx and he is the only male she has shown any interest in. Other than him she acts like a lesbian."
"We'll just have to see about that." Colonel Specter says with a dark smirk. Then he turns to Gyra. "Olga's status?"
"Olga is about as well developed as Fenryx. She is included in the one hundred seventy-five ready for field work as well as Fenryx. In fact if we are going to release any of the wolves I must insist that the Nimrods go to the same unit. She softens his willfulness at times and makes him more manageable." Specter shoots her an inquiring glance to which she replies with: "We assigned Olga to Fenryx initially on a trial basis. The result was simply amazing. Olga accepted Fenryx almost instantly and served to calm him down when his temper got too high. He is also very protective of her. Threatening Olga is a sure fire way to get Fenryx angry. And when he gets belligerent and psychotic, Olga will step in to soothe him, usually, she has shown a propensity for escalation when it suits her."
"Just like a female," Specter chuckles. "Has Fenryx faced any serious opposition to his authority as Alpha from the other wolves?"
"Some," Gyra relates. "But nothing serious." Gyra glares at a smirking Specter. "We don't have that body you requested operational yet, Colonel, I wouldn't push him if I were you."
"Brutally suppresses those that challenge, does he?" Specter asks without changing his expression. "I'll have to..."
Specter has to stop as a sequence in VR plays on the walls. In it his programmed image is prominently displayed. In it his programmed image is predominantly displayed. The Colonel can easily recognize his own mannerism as he sees himself abusing Olga and others only to have himself brutally slain again and again via differing methods. Most viscerally is via a close combat with a wickedly curved and heavy looking combat knife with the handle set in back of blade itself and the rest of weapon wrapping prominently over his hand like a bladed knuckle duster called a Z-Bar but with its chisel type tip calling this close combat weapon a mere knife is as much an understatement as describing a given ocean as merely wet. Included in the cacophony of carnage are instances where the Colonel is using a small mecha against the wolf armed only with twin Z-Bars and showing why they have their military reputation as "Can Openers" as Fenryx easily tears up the mech to get to the naked Specter within and then evisceration him with ease. All of which causes Fenryx to display a predatory grin that actually manages to disturb Specter.
"You mean to tell me that the fucking bastard that has been turning me into the blue plate special whenever I log on the Vee Arr Net has been this dumb fuck?" Specter fumes.
"Awwww!" Fen intones sarcastically. "And you've been such fun to play with Specter. I love how you try to believe that merely wrapping a few tons of steel around your hairless monkey frame will actually protect yourself from the Big Bad Wolf."
"Half the stunts you pull should be illegal, dog," Specter growls. "You show up out of nowhere with those damn Z-Bars of yours. Every single time you take to the field it turns into a game of Hide and Go Seek and you're a devil to find."
"I let you mech jockeys wipe each other out." Fenryx broadcasts while he grins like a fiend. "Then I take out the leftovers." And just to add insult to injury Fenryx adds: "I hear Ares Militia-Tech wants me as a spokes critter for their Z-Bars."
"The project has plenty of money, Nimrod," Specter growls, then gives him a sinister smirk. "But if you wanted to do something to buy your freedom, you and your mate that is...I could arrange something."
"Colonel Specter," the robot with them intones: "In coming transmission for you."
Specter commands: "On Screen, I have an inkling as to what this could be and if it is, I will use the news to give the bastard a field test."
' A video screen of floating particles materializes in front of Colonel Specter, Fenryx and the other tiger-wolves who are ready and have silently awoken. On display is a live news feed from beyond the complex. The reporter is a short and pink furred rabbit with the CNN logo on the bottom right corner of the screen.
"This Barbara Bunny, coming to you live from Penn's Landing in Philadelphia, PA, USA," The rabbit reports. "Terrorists of the mystery organization 'Army of Entropy' have mined the Schukyll River and take over the American mothball fleet as well as the ancient battle ship Olympia." Cameras catch distant images from behind as Barbara narrates: "This is as close as we are allowed at present as the local National Guards tries to oust the terrorist from their entrenched position."
"That's enough for right now." Specter commands. "The so called Army of Entropy is a terrorist organization in the purest sense of the term. Exactly who or what is financing and directing their activities are currently unknown. The vast majority of the rank and file as well as at a quarter of the known leadership is made of goblin and their kin. Hobgoblin officers and Bugaboo shock troops are the norm for this bunch of losers. There are some marquee names in the organization but it is largely a shadow army."
"Anybody we should be looking for?" Fenryx asks plainly.
A platinum blond dark elf woman is shown in full body armor with an anarchy symbol on her chest as well as spiders, skulls and a general web motif playing up and down her black Kevlar. "This one calls herself the Marquess de Sade and is a rising star among the officers of the Army." Next is a devilish handsome and bald male drow with his face tattooed to look like a skull and like the Marquess his modern armor is black with the same macabre scheme. "This joker calls himself the Spider King." Specter snorts. "Both he and the Marquess are assassins although de Sade lives up to the implication of her name. If any victims are allowed to live after she is done with them, their souls are shattered so that any semblance of a normal life is forever unattainable. They also work together more often than not." Coarse black hair frames a savagely grey cherubic face with mutton chop sideburns and a goatee that connects with them like an evil Doctor Watson of this bugaboo in a militarized biker outfit. "This is Doom Zoom, he leads a biker gang that is fully affiliated with the Army."
A dignified and supposedly highly decorated cousin to Doom Zoom with the same ashen face but standing only six foot to the biker full seven and comprising a build much lighter, a hobgoblin, in a Nazi SS Uniform emblazoned with the Anarchy symbol. "Code name: Warlord real name unknown but for whatever odd reason he idolizes the Nazi ideal. He is the least chaotic and in the field all goblinoids look to him for leadership."
A handsome human in a similar uniform to Warlord who looks like he is something of a skinhead professional wrestler appears on the screen next. "This deluded soul calls himself Atlas. Don't let the fact that he is human fool you; Atlas has hidden enhancements to make him far stronger than he looks." Next comes a female skinhead dressed in a similar fashion to Atlas. "She calls herself Angel and is very close to Atlas. Whether she is his sister or his lover is unknown but she is deadly with a sniper rifle which is exactly how the Army uses her: as a sniper."
Images of men and women in various levels of armor but all are rendered faceless by a semi form fitting black hood accentuated only by a set of goggles with heavy red lenses. "These are the rank and file of the Army. Called Phantom Troopers, they fight and die by the thousands but there is never a shortage of them when the Army attacks, ever. One more operative worth mentioning."
The last person almost looks robotic. Definitely female with cybernetic hair, an enclosed helmet and wearing urban camouflage she looks like a living army doll. "Her code name is Major Chaos. She is an enigma wrapped in a riddle and sealed in a conundrum. Beyond the devastation she leaves behind nothing is known about her. It has been speculated that at one point she was human but now at least half of her humanity has been bartered away for machines. She never speaks and is generally considered a cold blooded killer. She has been known to do suicide bomber runs only to come back to the service of Entropy rebuilt: colder and less human than before."
"Do we know which operatives are attacking the old navy yard or were the marquee names that have been spotted?" Fenryx inquires.
"So far only Warlord, Doom Zoom and Atlas have been confirmed. Angel has not been seen but several black and Jewish officers have been killed as well as a number of minority civilians which leads us to believe Angel is in a sniper position somewhere."
"How many of us are going and what will be our mission?" Olga asks and the glare of eyes behind her in the dark echoes this very question.
"The top hundred of are going into the field for this little exercise." Specter announces with all confidence. "Your mission will be simple: extermination. No living being will spend time in a cell. We intend on sending the terrorists a message that they will no longer be tolerated."
"Genocide with extreme prejudice then?" Fenryx inquires with an emotionless tone, but a self satisfied smirk plays on his muzzle as at one hundred fiendish grins alight on the muzzles of those who await activation and let Fenryx speak for them as their Alpha.
"Glad we understand each other." Specter states with a curt nod, but a general stance that such a large number of wolf folk ready and willing to commit mass murder and probably would just as easily march on his person en masse evokes the emotions of fear that, while normal, the demanding officer does his best to conceal no matter how disturbing and precarious his position actually is right at this moment. "I will review your test scores in my office."
"Release Fenryx and Olga," Gyra orders to which Specter quirks an eyebrow to which she responds with: "They are the top two scorers, Colonel, and you will note what I said earlier about keeping them together."
"Under whose authority do you act with such impunity, grey?" Specter growls as Gyra walks back towards the office. "Get back here!"
"In private, Colonel," Gyra calls without looking back. "I will not have the beasts privy to this conversation."
In a private office, well secluded from the glass cases, Gyra prepares a rum and coke for Specter just how he likes it before giving it to him.
"And what was so pressing that we had to move in here?" Specter demands to know. He takes a deep sip of his drink as he lounges in his seat whilst he sets his foot a tapping impatiently in his impatience for an answer from the grey.
"Your superiors have granted me certain...privileges, Colonel, one of which is permission to extract code samples from you and others."
"And just what is that supposed to mean?" Specter demands to know as his foot has stopped tapping and he suddenly realizes his muscles refuse his brain's commands to rise. "What did you put in my drink?" Gyra smirk as she undoes Specter's fly and coaxes his member to straighten itself and telescope out from his trousers.
"Do not concern yourself, Colonel," Gyra coos, "just try to enjoy yourself. I am told males of your species like fellatio."
In a partially flooded chamber below the tubes the two wolves that were selected are summarily dropped. As soon as he is able, Fenryx pins Olga against a wall and starts to nuzzle her neck and chest as his hands make small squares and diamonds of sensual movement beneath her shoulder blades. Olga whines and guides Fen's muzzle to her bosom. Her mate needs little encouragement to lick and suckle her nipples, which makes her even more receptive to him. She wraps her legs around his waist as he slips his phallus between her folds.
"Do you know how much time we have until Specter makes his decisions?" Olga asks to which Fenryx just smirks as his eye ridges quickly rise and fall. "That's right, Gyra is having her fun first."
Fenryx increases his thrusting and fading in a staccato rhythm to which Olga taps him on the thinking head ravishing her chest. "Careful, love, don't climax too soon." Olga coos to which he slows his pace. "That's it, love, take you time, no need to hurry just yet." Fenryx responds to this by sucking her a little harder. As Olga groans in pleasure as he takes her in slow and easy strokes.
A red light on a camera alights as the cameras in the room swivel to target the mating wolves. Fenryx deigns not to acknowledge them as Olga gives a lustful wink. Olga lets out a howl of pleasure as Fenryx fucks her to orgasm even if his own is still a long ways off. The female pants in pleasure as slowly but steadily the shaft of the male slides in and out of his mate's cunnilingus. And while Fenryx is seemingly too intent on his pleasuring of his partner to acknowledge the lecherous voyeur watching; his movements obscure the best views of the action as his muzzle registers a smug smirk. He knows what he is doing as he finally lets out his own pleasure how, this time in tandem with his mate. However, due to a mutation in Fenryx, his howl has a detrimental effect on the cameras in the room as the sonic harmonics of one of the few vocalizations he can make shatters the lenses of said cameras in the room.
A little less than a half an hour later, eight more of their fellow hybrid tiger-wolf soldiers drop into the chamber. Olga recognizes them all as top field operatives just below Fen and herself in ability. Lights guiding them to a dressing chamber activate like over active glow sticks that indicate the process of selection has begun. Fenryx marches into the chamber first only to be shocked to his knees by armored figures armed with cattle prods. This is supposed to be the first beating to render the pack submissive to their human masters. But two humans are no match for Fen, even in this weakened state, who quickly recovers from the shock. There are a total of twenty of these flunkies of Specter in the room and each is so armored as to reveal no flesh to their opponents. But when Fenryx manages to actually disarm one of their own and use her own TASER rod against her the others quickly start to advance to try and subdue the Alpha with numbers whilst forgetting about the others that have been released, partially to use him as an example to the others. These other hybrids take exception to this and move to aid their Alpha. A ratio of twenty to one might be enough to subdue Fenryx himself but not Fen as the Alpha of a pack of ten wolves. Ten wolves sharing a single mind proves more than a match for their would be subduers as the humans quickly have their own weapons turned against themselves and while one or two of the wolves may lie unconscious on the floor with the guards, it is the pack of wolves that stands victorious.