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Ch9: The Project

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Bulldog had always been fond of this place, a large automated fortress nestled in high moutains not far outside the main capital city of Cluster Prime. From here, he could see everything. The moonlight glinting off the vast, thick Oil Sea, the pulsing strobelights on the refineries below, and the long, illuminated shaft that was the Citadel Spire, Vexus's tower and palace. The fortress had no name. It never really did have one. It was just a stronghold, equipped with powerful technology, long abandoned by the Queen due to her distate in the structure's safety. But Bulldog had no problems with it. Neither did TentoRaijin. He scoffed to himself. The Queen may have been powerful, but she was a wimp at times.

He stood upon the balcony, overlooking a rocky precipice to the city below. It seemed much smaller from here. A light breeze blew at his synthetic face, ruffling his hair and the beanie cap on his head. His black eyes gazed upon the Citadel. It was without a doubt the most impressive building in the city. Tall, thin, with two antenna-like spires at the top. In the daytime, it sparkled a bronze-gold. But in the evenings, it was lit a vivid blue. It was evening now, and the Spire rose above the city like a huge crystal obelisk. Bulldog imagined to himself what it would look like if the Spire toppled over, onto the city around it. He chuckled. All those squished robots...

Behind him, light flashed madly, from within the ancient walls of the giant structure. The faint noise of shouting and grunting reached his ears, too, making him turn. The first thing he saw was Jase. Tall, lumbering, yet-to-prove-himself Jase. Bulldog harboured the same dislike for humans that Barasia did. So naturally, he felt a certain dislike about Jase; glaring at him as though he stared down at him from a great height when in actual fact, Jase was as tall as three Bulldogs. The human was marvelling at a blade in his hands, a weapon given to him by Barasia when they had arrived on this world.

It was a thick sword, sometimes called a 'lore', with a heavy blade and tremendous cutting power. Its tip was hooked with an axe-like head, giving it a slight resemblence to a scythe. Barasia had called the sword a 'Guillotine Blade'. Fitting, considering that Jase has slashed right through 5-inch solid duranium with it. It would rip through flesh in an instant. It was a desirable weapon, smelted for such a purpose. It would no doubt be the only real power Jase could afford, given that he was betrothed with only a fraction of the dark spirit Aku's power.

Bulldog stepped into the huge fortress, under the arch-like passage that led to the balcony. Jase was leaning against the wall, occaisionally performing a fancy movement with the sword. Bulldog merely rolled his eyes. Within the fortress was a giant circular arena, huge, spacious and dotted with strange round panels on the floor. Several other corridors led off in different directions from that one room. Within this room, a pair of flashing streaks of light kept colliding with each other as though repelled magnetically one moment and then pulled together again in a fraction of a second. Both streaks were black, but one was crackling with electric energy. To Jase, he could only see blurrs. But Bulldog's obsidian eyes tracked the paths of Barasia and TentoRaijin as they sparred brilliantly before him.

TentoRaijin's right arm, in the shape of a giant lightning bolt, was sparking and shooting out electric surges everywhere whilst his wings and thrusters kept him aloft and moving. The two cannons on his back were charged, and his left hand (an energy-coil weapon) was ready to discharge at any second. Barasia, meanwhile, had her cannons bared and her shield at the ready. It was a rather even contest. Barasia had the upper hand in speed, her little body shooting across the room in half a second, and rebounding off the wall in the blink of Bulldog's eye. But TentoRaijin had the skill and the experience behind him, and he was also an expert tactician. He knew when to expect a hit, or when to dodge an onslaught or parry a punch or kick.

The two struck, in the centre of the room, their ebony flashes clothing the room in a strange glow as the air seemed to buzz with static. Jase was staring in from the corridor. Gynoid fist met cyborg armour and deflected, whilst electric spikes tried to rip into thick dyneema. Bulldog folded his arms. He felt the hairs on the back of his neck standing on end with all the static charge in the room. The two were unmoving for a moment, the huge cyborg towering over the little tyke of a girl, glaring at her with his red eyes from beneath the helmet he wore. Barasia's arms were quivering slightly. Was her resolve wavering? Her strength failing in her arms? Or was TentoRaijin overwhelming her, despite her best efforts? Then one of them made a critical error.

TentoRaijin stepped forward, trying to force her backwards and make her trip. Barasia's gaze turned devilish and before the insectoid knew what had happened, she had shot between his legs and appeared behind his back. Her hand extended out and her palm flattened. TentoRaijin whirled, awaiting Barasia to demonstrate this new ability. In the centre of her palm, no bigger than it, a ring of flashing purple lights began to flicker, forming a circle with a strange triangle pattern on the top. Within a second or two, it had turned into a disc-shaped solid with blinking purple strobe lights that were pulsing in unison. Now, Barasia needed her chance. TentoRaijin swung with his lightning blade, but the girl ducked, her arm snapping out to tag him with the disc on the leg. But he had seen it coming.

His footless leg lashed out, smashing into Barasia's face and making her cry out in surprise and sudden pain. Then, like a hackeysack, TentoRaijin punted the disc out of her hand with a second kick, sending it flying through the air. Right toward the little android who was watching. "Bulldog!" shouted TentoRaijin.

"I got it." Bulldog replied, almost lazily. His arm came up in front of his face, fist clenched. The flickering disc sailed toward him. Without warning the disc annihilated itself in an enormous explosion that filled half the room, sinister-looking blue and purple flames flashing through the air. TentoRaijin winced, Barasia shielded her eyes and Bulldog's body disappeared into the fire only to reappear a moment later, unscathed, a thin barrier of red light forming a wall between himself and the explosion.

"Good to know your shield is working, Bulldog." TentoRaijin quipped. The boy gave a smirk, but not quite a smile.

Barasia was holding her hand, "Ow..."

TentoRaijin glanced at her, "Are you ok? Let me take a look at tha-" WHAM!

Barasia burst into a fit of giggles as her fist collided with TentoRaijin's mouthplate, sending the cyborg ladybug skittering backwards, completely undefended. The little girl's eyes flashed red for a moment in dubious delight. Bulldog's mouth broke into a smile. He loved it when she laughed

He had never been able to explain the feelings he had for her. He felt light-headed and deliriously happy when she was near to him, and the sight of her smile made something deep in his robotic core go 'ZING!'. He had never managed to tell her of his feelings, but he hoped to one day. She did not treat him exactly as a boyfriend, but they got along reasonably well. She didn't seem to be aware of his actions around her, either. That was what puzzled Bulldog the most. She had created him. She had programmed him. He was feeling the kind of emotion that his two brothers, both now just memories, had never experienced. Barasia seemed unaware of it. But if she had not programmed him with those emotions... then why was he feeling them? And why had his brothers not?

TentoRaijin staggered back a little further, holding his mouth, which was covered by a grille. His cannon-hand grasped his jaw for a moment, the three finger-like prongs assessing for damage. He felt a dent or two. The girl was good. Damn good. He started to chuckle, "You sneaky little clown."

Barasia beamed in pure glee.

"Remind me not to fall for that again. Otherwise, you might get a taste of THIS!" he shouted, the two cannons on his back suddenly bursting into action. Exploding like fireworks from a barrel, balls of pulsing, crackling electric energy spiralled up into the air like huge glowing tennis balls. Barasia gaped, and with a startled cry threw her shield over her head as the globules of charged energy rained down again. They slammed into the floor, exploding into an electrified shockwave as they impacted and spreading across the cold floor like a ripple in a pond after a stone is thrown into it.

They bounced against Barasia's fiery-red shield like massive hailstones, some exploding, others bouncing off. The girl looked afraid. TentoRaijin liked to push her to her limit. His cannons ceased firing, and the last of the electrospheres rained down. Barasia's shield fritzed slightly, beginning to buckle. TentoRaijin had not been too happy about that particular shielding model. He had to see if there were any advanced energy screens available.

The shield faded and Barasia chuckled nervously, "I kinda had that coming, eh?"

TentoRaijin nodded, "Mmmmhmm."

Barasia glanced at her forearms, where her shield generators were implanted, "I really don't like this shield, Tento."

"Well, it does a fairly good job deflecting solid objects." the cyborg pointed out. His head turned in the direction of the corridor, "Jase, throw your blade at Barasia."

The human tilted his head, pondering the request. Bulldog's head snapped round, the light shining against him from behind, his face nothing more than a shadow in appearance, to Jase. His eyes turned from jet black to crimson red, "Do it."

The human raised his sword compliently, before hurling it forward with all his might, the blade spinning end over end like a tomahawk toward the little girl. Its hook-like end ripped through the air, its tip atom-sharp. Barasia lifted her hands slightly, and summoned her shield. Only problem was, it took a little too long to solidify. The sword came to a sudden halt with a SHING.

Barasia blinked, petrified. The shield had been too slow. The blade had been stopped, but only too barely. The spherical shield had halted it just as the blade was passing through its globe. Once the shield turned solid, it trapped the blade, its head poking through the red energy, stopping only a few short centimetres from Barasia's small button nose. The girl was really glad she was not organic. If she had been, she'd probably need a change of panties. Her arms relaxed after a few moments of silent shock, and the blade fell as the shield dissipated again. The razor tip of the blade's hook hit the floor and pierced it, even closer to Barasia's shoe than the head of it had come to her face. She took a step backward, and cursed herself when she realised her legs were shaky.

"S-see?" Barasia whirled to face TentoRaijin, her eyes wide and her composure still trying to regain itself, "It hasn't been fixed! I nearly got fizzled by Gigan the other day, and a quarter-second longer and my head would be in two pieces!"

TentoRaijin growled, "It appeared to be functioning better, earlier. Perhaps its energy drained from use, and that is why there was a delay in start-up."

"I don't care what the problem is, Tento, I want that shield out of me."

"Very well," TentoRaijin agreed, hovering off the floor only slightly. Bulldog moved into the circular room a bit more, as Jase arrived to retrieve his sword. The cyborg spoke deeply, his voice half-organic, half-mechanical, "I am impressed with your performance, Barasia. You nearly had me with your detonator."

Barasia lifted her hand, and another disc with flickering purple lights materialised, her little fingers holding it like a discus. They were her latest weapons, Replicator Charges, which she could freely create and control by herself. She could even set the power of the explosion, from a weak burst enough to burn or stun someone, to horrific detonations that could blow aircraft to fragments. She liked any kind of weapon that made a flash, a boom, an impact hole or generally killed someone. This device could do all the above. Good for reducing organics to smears on walls, and an upgrade from her previous detonator weapon, which she had used to turn her sister Bell into a walking robo-skeleton during their first big fight. "At least these work without any problems." she told him.

"Indeed." TentoRaijin agreed, "I will try to find a new shielding model. To have your greatest defence knocked out early in battle would be... unfortunate."

"It won't be a problem for much longer." Barasia intoned, with a hint of anticipation in her voice, "Wanna check up on them? she asked. The question was not directed at TentoRaijin, but at Bulldog.

Bulldog's face went a tint redder, as Barasia's eyes fell in line with his, "Uh... yeah, why not."

Tento headed a different direction, toward the fortress's only exit. Barasia and Bulldog went down a different corridor, toward the bowels of the giant structure. The fortress, often called the Overlook, was built in the ancient times, when the Cluster had been newly created, and were being taken care of by another race of beings that mysteriously left their world. Ith ad long been assumed that the Cluster's creators, their Gods, had left to create others like themselves. There was the ancient writings on their temples, left in the untouched areas of this world. 3 creatures. A robot, an insectoid, and a biped, all 3 mothered by the mysterious race, long gone from this universe.

The Overlook was created by an ancient ruler of the Cluster, King Astlax. It was designed as a place of solitude, of safety and of silence, where he could observe the planet and its people from afar when he needed such time alone. But he had hardly completed it when he was assassinated by his own vizier, Vargus, who took the throne from him. Life back then was barbaric at best, until the first Microchip Revolution. Barasia didn't bother to study any of it. She had no time, and no interest in it. Far more important things to make, do, and make do with. And one of those things, they were heading to now.

Underneath the fortress was a lab, built not by Astlax, but by TentoRaijin. Within it was the very future of Barasia's plan. But it was still being worked on by the automated machines that operated non-stop in this mountainside stronghold. Jase decided to follow the two children. There was nothing wrong with that... right? They were all on the same side, right?

At the end of the hallways was an elevator disc, similar to the kind in the Citadel Spire. The two children stepped on and made room for Jase. Bulldog tapped a button and it began to descend one floor. Barasia muttered, "Should be completed in a few days. Both of them. Won't it be great?"

"Yeah." Bulldog nodded, childish wonderment in his voice.

"Exactly what are you making?" asked Jase.

Barasia glanced up at him, then at Bulldog, before facing the front again, a huge grin on her little face, "You'll see!"

The lift came to a halt, and a giant metal blastdoor stood before them. It seemed cold, steely, unwavering. A lot like Barasia, Jase thought. It was huge, and Barasia was not, however. At least there was one difference. The little girl stepped forward, her black eyes glinting in the dimness. With a low hiss and a resounding sound of gears and cogs grinding together, the doors parted with a deep hum. The two robotic children and Jase stepped into the room that awaited them, and was surprised to see that it was very small, with limited floorspace and huge windows looking out side to side. Almost like a glass-bottom tourboat.

Barasia walked to one window and stared out, Bulldog joining her by her shoulder. Jase glanced out each window, and was met with an incredible sight through each. It was almost as though they were within the bowels of a giant spaceship. Robotic arms were mounted on almost every surface, and cables hung from the ceiling. The floor outside the window was storeys below them, and the air seemed to be filled with some sort of grey mist below. Jase glanced ahead and squinted, positive that what he had just seen was just a shadow and a few bits of equipment merging together in his head to create the illusion of a giant monster. Then, when he saw it again, his face paled. It was no illusion.

Jase's jaw dropped. Even from a distance, the giant creature looked huge! It was humanoid, but had the overall appearance of some sort of prehistoric bird or reptile, with a huge beak full of teeth that would be, at very least, the size and sharpness of Jase's new blade. It appeared to be motionless. Lifeless. Was it deactivated? What looked like a dozen or so small hovering droids were working upon its massive silver forearms, one of which was shaped like an enormous scythe. That blade was as long as three schoolbuses! The other arm had been disconnected and taken away to someplace that Jase could not see.

"There!" Barasia pointed through her window, out the other side. Bulldog was alongside her. Jase moved over and stood behind them as a robotic frame descended into view, carrying something that Jase had never seen before. Suspended upon the frame was.... a body! A robotic body, half-built, with skin covering the face and upper torso as its legs were still being gradually attached. Its arms were extended to the sides, and one leg was already partially connected, whilst the other was suspended just a few inches below. Jase could not tell if it was a boy or a girl. Then he realised that it was a robot, so technically it had no gender distinction at all. The body was larger than the two childrens' but not quite the size of an adult. It was probably the body of a young teenager.


To Bulldog's surprise, Barasia actually leant against him, a strange smile on her face. Bulldog's cheeks went slightly red as Barasia whispered in amazement, "It's beautiful....". Bulldog could only manage a nod in agreement. Jase tilted his head, watching intently. So this is how little androids were made...

"Oh, look! The hair is being added!" Barasia noted with bubbling glee. The head of the robot was tilted forward, its eyes closed, its features not yet distinct. From above, many tiny syringes descended, attached to cables. They positioned themselves around the robot's head, and began their work. Several syringes moved down toward the android's eyes, one for each. Almost too quick to see, the syringe inserted into the folds of the eyelid, then out, then moved across and in, then out again, covering the whole front of the upper eyelid and doing the same to the bottom. When the syringe finished and moved up and began to implant the eyebrows, Jase gaped. The eyes now had perfect jet-black eyelashes, long and slightly curled. And they looked so real! The eyebrows were done a second later, each fine strand of black hair perfectly smooth and wavy, just like natural eyebrows.

"Not long now." Barasia muttered, before she tilted her head, "Yeah Tento?"

Jase glanced at her. She was doing the imaginary-friend talk again...

Barasia nodded, "Sure, I'll be right up. Bulldog can take Jase for the tour, instead." a pause, before, "Ok, seeya then." she glanced at Bulldog, "Tento's found me a new shield already, I just gotta run a few simulations based on its performance parameters. Can you show Jase around the Matriarch?"

Bulldog nodded. Jase was watching the syringes implant more black hair into the android's scalp. It may be a new type of soldier or something.

Barasia grinned, "You'll make an excellent tourguide, Bulldog." she told him, making the boy blush. She then turned gracefully on her heel, dress flowing in a fluidic motion, and walked toward the observatory's only exit. But before she could leave, Jase stopped her.

"Barasia..."

Barasia glanced over her shoulder, her black eyes large ad glistening, her mouth showing no real expression of emotion, her hands slightly out from her sides and her hair brushing her shoulders in spiky curtains.

Jase pointed at the robot, and more specifically, its hair, as the last syringes detached. Jet-black hair fell about the machine's shoulders in spikes, three on either side and another down the back of the neck. Robotic arms descended, grasping hair from the sides of the head and twisting them into pigtails which were tied up with blue hairbands. And the fringe consisted of several clumps of hair curled cutely, and a single arching tendril of hair extending forward at the front and snapping smartly back over the head, like a scythe. Jase's meaty finger pointed at the robot beyond the window, suspended high above the distant floor below the observatory, "It.... it's you!"

Barasia, still looking over her shoulder at him like an innocent little first grader, gave a delighted grin, before she turned and headed out the door. Jase was still watching her when the door slid shut again.

Bulldog regarded the partially-built robot, a Barasia Junior, for a few more moments, before he turned and headed for the exit as well, "Meet me up top. I'll take you to our superweapons." he said as he left, not bothering with a backward glance as Barasia had. The blast door obediently hissed open, then shut itself upon his departure.

Jase kept staring at the technological wonder beyond his window. Is that what they all looked like underneath? Instead of flesh and bone, nothing but cold metal and even colder programming. Jase shook his head. He knew all too well what dark intentions felt like within one's soul. He had been taken when he was five and when his brother was a newborn. He was supposed to be the new hope for his people, prophecied as the son of his family line that would one day bring salvation to his people from the foul grasp of the dark spirits that the deities constantly warred with. But instead he had joined those dark ones, and had been assumed dead by his former allies. He did not need them, and now they were long dead, because Jase was now many hundreds of years in the future. A future he would not have imagined before meeting Aku.


Just before leaving, Jase turned to face the other window. The giant avian creature remained motionless, but no less intimidating. Jase glanced to his left, at the closed-up alcove in the wall. Curiosity immediately overtook him, and his hand reached out toward it. He wanted to touch the cold, dark metal, determine if it was hollow... maybe find an opening.

"Don't touch that." came a grinding voice, and Jase whirled, his hair tendrils whacking against his back as they fluttered behind him. Standing in the doorway was TentoRaijin, his red eyes glaring at the human. "Do not touch that

"What is it, TentoRaijin?" Jase asked, in need of answering.

TentoRaijin growled, "A device that nobody is allowed to see or witness unless it is deemed necessary. A device created by Barasia only to be activated upon one condition. Once it is activated, nothing would be able to stand in the way of the path of destruction it would create."

"What is that condition?"

TentoRaijin growled. Humans asked a LOT of questions, "The complete and utter failure of Barasia's plan. Within that alcove is a project labelled the Zero-hour Operations Experiment. Only I can release it, and I hope I never need to. I urge you... NEVER seek to discover its secrets. For the sake of all of us." With that, the cyborg turned, the door closing once again.

Jase blinked. He saw that as suitable warning. He cast one final glance at the alcove and backed away as though it were a bomb. Then he turned as quickly left the observatory to join Bulldog above.

The night of the Nevada desert was cold and dark, and the mountains were rocky and uninviting. The huge ridges of rock contained an inner valley, the facility nestled amongst those mountains seen by very few, and known by even fewer. But even the mountains would not stop the locals from hearing the explosion that thundered out from within the range's basin, or the huge blast of light that spread out and hit the heavens...

"The Matriarch is a machine fit for a Queen." Bulldog noted. A grin came to his face, "Or a Princess. It's a giant weapons platform. Practically everything is mechanical, and almost all of it is powered by this vessel's giant power core. Barasia had it installed some time ago and it's functioning well, which is good because it benefits our plan significantly. The ship can travel as fast as... Jase, are you listening?"

Jase was staring at the sight he was confronted with. He had been sent up to this craft by a telepad, and he had not moved an inch since materialising. He had remained gazing forward, down the giant corridor, which was lined with pulsing blue lights which almost seemed to beckon him to follow. The ship seemed to throb as the lights flickered, daring him to see where they led. Bulldog was regarding Jase with an odd look. Jase had never imagined such a thing existed. His life had been nothing but ancient trainings and disciplines. But now... he doubted even the deities who slew Aku's previous form could stand up to THIS!

"S-Show me the core!" Jase managed to say. Bulldog raised an eyebrow. Jase was amazed by a mere corridor? Geez, humans were so easy to please...

"Lucky this corridor leads there, otherwise you'd probably start to nag me." Bulldog mumbled. He wondered if Jase's behaviour would cause trouble. He was strong but slightly... stupid. Bulldog preferred strategy over immediate action, anyday anywhere. His heavy boots made a clunking noise against the floor, which was made of a similar metal. The whole ship was metal. The walls, the floor, the weapons, and even some of the old furniture that had been here before it had been refitted. All was made of metal. Even the air smelt of steel and galvanized iron. It radiated the Cluster's ideals, their metallic grasp. Propaganda and brute strength, rolled into one. Those who would not heed its warning would fall to its might. Bulldog grinned to himself. It felt good to know that such a weapon was under the control of someone like him. The Matriarch symbolised power.

And Bulldog liked power.

The ship would be operational in a matter of hours. The Dominatrix, the smaller of the two ships, was still being retrofitted with prototype systems, and also special technology installed upon Barasia's request. Not even Bulldog knew what she was planning, but he knew that, whatever it was, it was going to be big. And it would involve him. He eagerly awaited that day. Meantime, Bulldog would remain in training. Waiting for the day...

Much of the ship was refitted and rendered uninhabitable. What was once a giant liner of the stars, fit to cater for human life whilst relying more on its sheer bulk and heavy armour to fend (and sometimes scare) off oppressors was now a titanic fortress of surging energy, pumped from the massive core that was built into its very centre. Bulldog could heart the constant throbbing of the powercell as the two approached. It was as though the whole vessel had a giant pulse. A heartbeat. And the conduits that carried the energies from its rather unique core were the ship's veins. The ship was alive, yet it still remained nothing but a giant manipulated machine that rained the fires of hell down upon adversaries. Poetic, Bulldog thought.

Bulldog turned on the spot and glared at Jase once he reached a large door. The pulsing sound had grown so loud that the walls were vibrating. His eyes were narrowed, and when Jase stared into them his spine tingled and his legs seized up. It was as though he was paralysed by that obsidian glance. The little boy spoke, his voice hushed and serious, "What you will see in this next room will be unlike anything you have EVER witnessed before. You are entering the very heart of this ship. You may want to shield your eyes."


Just then the door slid open, and a blue/purple glow flung itself over Jase. Bulldog smiled and entered the enormous area that was beyond. Jase followed and was confronted with an indredible sight which, despite Bulldog's warnings, was more than enough to make him stare, gape and even drool slightly. Unlike the cold, gunmetal grey floors, the floor of this new room was vast, translucent and made up of several colours interlocking like the pattern upon a motherboard. The walls were wide and high, the ceiling far above their heads. There were open walkways leading left and right, and the whole room seemed to strobe with purple energies being transmitted out the top of the core. By god, the core...

Bulldog folded his arms, "The core is adapted off the technology of a race very similar to us. They are called Protoss, and they share similar technological capabilities whilst incorporating the organic component. The Cluster needs not the flesh of commoners. Only the gifted serve our cause."

Jase gave him a troubled glance. He sounded like a dictator...

"The core is modified Protoss pylon technology. The rotating oblongs you see in the centre generate a gravimetric field which in turn creates a stable artificial singularity. The force of this singularity, and the antimatter that is a byproduct of such a process, is turned into the limitless supply of power that is used to run this vessel. The tractor beams holding the core in place also regulate the power input/output ratio, meaning that the core is prevented from generating too much power to cause an overload, an event of such would destroy this ship."

ase stared up at it, then glanced at the crater-like hole in the floor below it, which was several metres deep at the very least. He could imagine looking up from below and seeing the contraption at work. It was practically mesmerising.

Bulldog's head jerked up for a moment and Jase recognised such a reaction immediately. Someone had contacted him through his internal comm system. Jase loathed being a human, sometimes. He had to get himself one of those.

"Understood." Bulldog said, nodding despite the fact that nobody would be able to see him. "Alright, everything is in order? Excellent. Ok, aye, understood. Bulldog out." he finished, before his eyes regained focus and fell upon the very tall human, "Final launch checks are complete. It's official. Matriarch is ready for testing. Once that is done and out of the way, we can focus on its first assignment. It's got a fair distance to travel to get to the target, though."

"What's the target?" asked Jase.

Bulldog flashed a deadly grin, "Earth."
These baddies never stop coming up with plans, eh?
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snowflake-da-kitty's avatar
if bulldog likes barasia and he had 2 other brothers..................does that mean hes lik a rowdyruff boy?
2 brothers that means theres 3
his name begins w/ a "b"
so theres a mach :)