Long awaited part two of Debt to Society. Part 1 of 2 due to the chr restriction of posting.

Continued from https://aryion.com/g4/view/381504

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Debt to society part two

Lizzy was sure she was in hell. That was the only way to explain the nightmarish look of her guards and the halls and doors she was being dragged through. Ooze was still dripping off her form from when the Rex unit had swallowed her and then regurgitated her on to the floor. Her captors had their arms wound in her arms, their paws on the back of her head, forcing her to look down at the floor. Only small glimpse of the mechanical hallways was allowed as they shifted her to either go left or right.

What’s more was the amount of other people they were passing. At some point Lizzy had just given up trying to walk. The pair was going too fast for her injured leg and that was why they were simply dragging her. Dragging her past the masses as they simply got out of the way.

Noise filled her ears, noise of bodies and talking, noises of machines working hard and…noise of screaming. When they stopped at a door, it allowed Lizzy to look out a window into the yard of the facility. Trucks like what had taken her gang were being backed up into an industrial like yard where they were being hooked up to hoses. Lizzy knew that at some point those trucks were filled with living people, though now it showed what their fate was. The latex that had ben bulging with struggling and fighting figures was now just a soft smooth bulge. The hoses hooked to it not pumping anything in, but out.

One truck, that must have been there for some time, had its latex holding cell sucked dry and it was all sunken in. Almost like what a ration pack looked like after being sucked dry. What ever was in those trucks had done horrible things to the people in it and now all they were was a byproduct being pumped through a serries of pipes to massive holding towers.

Horror filled her, remembering what one of her gangers had screamed before shutting the lid. To just kill her. Tears started to well up before she felt her body being jerked through the door way. Her shins knocking on an raised part of the sealable door. The jerk made her leg twinge and soon she lost view of the processing yard.

Was that was going on here? Everyone being labeled as processing being fed into this massive complex? “By the Emperor….” She muttered only to have one of the hands slap her head.

“He is blind to you in this hole inmate.” Was all she heard from one of her guards. “Were almost to intake.”

Intake was an large bare room with a rusting grated floor. Several figures were in there along with some guards moving about. Several holes in the grates had cables that were laying out on the floor, which Lizzy quickly found out what they were for. One of her guards pulling up a line to attach to her cuffs and then stepped on something which zipped it tight forcing her to stand in one spot.

Then they left, leaving her to finally stand and look around fully. There were dozens of people in the intake. A guard was going to each person allowing a servo skull to scan them before asking them a serries of questions. One human, a heavily tatted up ganger by the looks of it, spat at a guard which only won him the attention of all the guards in Intake. The group kicking and hitting him with shock mauls and their booted feet till he was left bleeding and unconscious on the ground.

Needless to say that made the next prisoner more compliant. It would take a bit before a female guard came up to her. The servo skull scanning over her body before a chime came in. The guard was hard to make out through her masked helm, but she had long ears that poked out of her helm. “Lizzy Furentor, Age 23, Sex female, registered gang member and weapons charges. That makes you a class B. Remember this number, 6693. That is your inmate number and that is who you are. Your citizenship has been revoked meaning your new classification is resource. Due to being reclassified, you do not get the right to an appeal of the revoking of your citizenship.” The guard was reading off the data slate before continuing. “You are marked for… testing class six. Well sucks to be you.” She said before pulling out a marker and writing T-6 on her shoulder. The guard patting her shoulder as Lizzy was just eyes wide trying to figure out what all that meant.

“W…wait what do you mean? That mean I am not going to die like the others?!” She tried hoping the guard would talk to her.

For once some one responded to her in a way that was not border line distain. “Not right away.” Was all she said in a sorrowful tone.

“Frack….” Lizzy muttered and struggled a bit only to find out by doing so sucked the line even farther down almost pulling her backwards. A guard yelling out “If you don’t want your ass beat bitch you better keep still!”

She was forced to stand there as more and more were brought in and hooked up. Information being taken and the whole time that line of hers never allowed to slacken. With her bad leg Lizzy finally had to sit which thankfully no one gave her grief over.

Finally, a figure walked in, a human male that was in thick armor and had two guards that were following him about. “All rise!” Lizzy heard. The guards went around starting to kick any inmates that were still sitting which made Lizzy hurry and try to stand. She was surprised to feel the line having more slack on it as a vox servo skull floated into the middle of the room.
“All of you here have been found in violation of the book of judgment in some degree. These violations are a strain on society which means you have to pay it back in some way. All judgments are final and there will be no appeals or clemency for the crimes you have committed.” The tall figure started out. There were some yells from a few in the room which were quickly silenced by the roving guards.
“Many of you will be paying back this society with your lives. Finally, being made into something actually useful that will help those who do contribute. That means being turned into rations, bio fuel, or many other things. Others will be sent to the mines and penal legions. Your records have been purged from the system and this concludes your formal reclassification. May the Emperor have mercy on your soul.” With that he banged his staff on the ground and in unison the guards sounded out. “Through your sacrifice, you will be visible to him yet again.”

This brought an uproar between the inmates as many screamed and shouted, throwing profanities only to have the guards quickly come down on the angry masses with shock mauls. Slowly more guards came in and started to take inmates away one by one to what ever destination they were designated for. Most were going through a doorway marked “Mass processing units 8” Others were being pulled through a door way labeled “Out Bound”.

Each time a guard started to walk her way, Lizzy could feel her knees get weak only to take a breath of relief when they would pass by and take another inmate. She was starting to understand why the floor was grated. Inmates were beat and bleeding before being dragged off if they fought or struggled. The blood simply dripping down into the void of what ever was below them.

Then she caught a flash of red that she recognized. “E..Emma?!” Lizzy hissed out. The red fox turning around to look. Emma was a female breeder from another gang that she knew through trading. Emma looked rough, her eyes sunken in and her fur dirty and a mess. On her shoulder the word HOLD was written.

“Liz? What the frack you doing here?” She whispered back turning while cautiously looking about.

“They fracked my whole gang, there all gone! I was one of the last to get caught.” Lizzy explained.

Emma was a bit out of it as she just staired at her for a bit, trying to process what Lizzy said. “All of them?” She finally asked.

“All of them from what I saw. Rounded us up like cattle and then most went in those fracking trucks! It was horrible! All the struggling and screaming….Then I just watched one of them come in and they just sucked it all out! The hose was too thin to be sucking out bodies!” Lizzy said with a bit of fear in her voice.

That was when she heard a voice behind her making her almost scream out and jerk about. The sudden movement almost brining her to the ground.

“I take it you have never seen a Bio reclamation truck then?” The figure was a white collie in very ornate armor. A tall make k9 was at her side as the collie looked down at her. The armor had a large imperial I on the front. “The bio reclamation trucks help stream line this process. They give you your last rights on site and then in you go. Whatever chemical they use then quickly starts to break down tissue, bone, and fluids into a much more useful bio mass.” She hemmed smiling at the horror that was spreading over Lizzy’s face. “That bio mass helps supplement fuel and food and even plastics if processed right.” Turning her gaze to Emma she finally asked “Do you know this one?” The collie asked Lizzy, pointing to Emma.

Whoever this colie was she was of high status because when a guard rushed over to grab at Lizzy to make her stand, she simply waved him off with out a word. The guard complied like she had just waved a slug thrower at him. Kneeling down the collie reached out to grip her chin. “Because I would like to know anything that you might know.” Her voice was calm and collected but it had the icy hardness of one of the refer lines in the under hive.

“Y..yea I know her.” Lizzy stammered a bit. “She….she’s a fellow bitch from another gang.”

The collie took her eyes from Lizzy over to Emma. The fox not liking the collie’s attention being brought to her tucking her tail and backing up till her own restraint line went taunt. “So just another dick sleave eh?” Tisking the collie got up and walked over to Emma. The k9 male pulling up a data slate to let her look at before saying. “Emma! Found wandering outside your designated area. Why is that?”

Emma swallowed but said “I was told that I could find something for my gang up there and that I would be allowed to go.”

The collie got a grin, a grin that was way to predatory for Lizzy’s liking. “Emma be ca….” The collie turned to look at Lizzy this time with an expression with so much hatred that it shut her up right then and there. Something physically pulsed in her and her legs gave out forcing her to fully fall to the ground.

“I’m done with that one.” The collie simply said to a guard who nodded and ran over to Lizzy. At that point Lizzy’s stomach could no longer keep what little she had in it and she added to the array of fluids pooling below with a gagging cough.

Emma whimpered out but kept quiet, something was….different about this collie and dangerous. She wasn’t the only one to feel this way as others just seemed to stay away, both guard and inmate alike.

Soon Lizzy could feel her restraints being adjusted and yet again she found herself being drug through Intake but instead of the usual doors she was being drug to a door labeled “Processing services” The door sliding open, and much like the first time when she was brought through the Intake door, Lizzy was filled with dread.


This part of the facility was not as grimy. At least the floor was not as grimy as they drug her through the facility. Her tail had gone from its usual curled up stance that huskies were known for, to a more lowered dragging look. The energy having been drained out of her from the experience. Shock and injury making it hard to concentrate though the few times she was allowed to look up she could see that the hallways were looking less like a prison and more mechanical. Odd, scented oils and smoke waffing about as even odder mechanical men roamed the hallways. Some with exotic like weapons, and others with tools and horrific figures that looked soulless when you looked into their eyes.

Several times they were stopped by these figures. Short spats of discussion being said before they started off in a new direction. Eventually Lizzy found herself being drug into a room that held…cages. Other people were in the cages, races ranging from humans to anthros to….possibly something not even from tritan!

“We got another one for you Tech Priest Sudo.” Lizzy was allowed to look up as a monstrosity of mechanical limbs and too many waving tendrils turned its attention to her.

“This bio form has been reclassified?” It said through a vox. No emotion coming from the unit as the quality of the vox was not good enough to convey that or the figure just did not express any.

“That she is, where would you like us to put her?” One of her guards said.

It walked over on its centipede like body and leaned down to look her over. Its many eyes turning and focusing and looking her over. “The bio form is injured. Place her in unit thirty-six.” And a skeletal clawed hand reached out of its robe to point to a cage on the far side of the room. “It will get the needed medical attention shortly.”

That last part perked Lizzy up a little bit. Did that mean that she might not get turned into paste? Though looking around the facility she wasn’t sure if that was an overly good thing.

A sudden jerk and she was moving again. Drug over to the cage and placed inside only to hear the door click shut and latch. The cage was not tall enough for her to stand though with her injured leg she was more than happy to just sit for now. Without a word the guards turned and left, leaving her there to the machine.

The tech priest was cataloging a variety of things within his/its domain. Servo arms moving about from its back as if they had a mind of their own. Eventually a servo skull floated down, a horrendous thing that had a vox and data pad built into it. The skull hovered, keeping its red auspex eyes locked on her before beeping out. “Voice unit designation.”

Lizzy sort of shrank back from it not knowing what it wanted so timidly said “Lizzy…” The skull paused as if processing before replying “Error please state unit designation.”

“It wants your processing number.” Said a voice from above her. Looking up she saw a tiger feline looking down through the bars at her. She was nude like her though had a collar on and shackles about her wrists and ankles. “They would have given it to you at intake.”

That was when Lizzy remembered the number that the guard had stated. “6693?” She stated with a bit of hesitation. The skulls canned over her and then let several clicks and chirps out before floating off.

“That one is named FRED.” The feline said with a sigh. “You ok? You looked pretty banged up on that leg.”

Lizzy sighed a bit “I can’t move it very well, but I don’t think its too bad…” She responded back before adding “You a ganger too?” Usually, gangers hand their gang tattoos on their bodies that showed their affiliation and ranking. It was hard to see the felines body at this angle as she grunted and shifted to get a better angle.

“Yea, from Hive sectorial though. They shipped me on over here about a week ago.” She was quite a shapely feline. Her movement allowed Lizzy to see her more as the pair looked through the bars of their cages.

“You were in prison before coming here?”

“Yea, been in the hole for about a year in gen pop before being sent here. Mostly being sent out to house lords for pleasure stints when I wasn’t in hard labor.” She said with a sigh. “Rather be out being passed about then in this damn cage.” She growled out kicking it which made a horde of servo skulls float over beeping angrily at the feline and letting some sort of shock rods tap the cage and spark.

“Yea yea…” She muttered as Lizzy had scooted back away from the angry skulls. That was not an uncommon sight though. It the lover hive they patrolled areas where they did not want gangers stealing metal or materials and would shock or even sometimes use lethal force to keep the property safe.

“So why did they send you here suddenly?” Lizzy finally asked, trying to forget the days anxiety and normalize what was happening to her.

“Who knows, could have pissed off a guard, didn’t work hard enough, or just got my number pulled for what ever the cog head has planned.”

That scared Lizzy, she still remembered the guard saying that she was in for testing and that it ‘sucked to be her’. That made the pit of her stomach feel sick and quickly changed her thoughts to the here and now. Before she could say much suddenly two figured walked up and started to open up her cage. Lizzy was still shackled so it was easy for them to grab her and pull her out making her stand and sort of hop on one leg.

“W…what are you doing?”

The two figures were human, some what aged but they didn’t look mean or some one violent. One even saying “We are here to get your leg fixed up and get you cleaned up. Please don’t fight us.” The other was pulling out a muzzle and a blinder though as they started to slip it over her head. Tensing up Lizzy was about to struggle a bit before the feline called out.

“Relax, they did the same thing to me when I came in. Though careful with the big swine. He is a grumpy ass!”

That was when the blinder was pulled down over her eyes and the muzzle attached in. They hooked into her arms and started to pull her through the room and then out. Unlike before, this was disorienting due to having the blinder on. Unable to see what was going on she quickly lost track of the turns and gave up even trying to understand the layout of the facility.

They were firm and to be honest they sounded, tired. Eventually though she was brought into a warmer room and lifted up onto some sort of cot before feeling her ankles and wrists being secured down to it.

Then the long boredom kicked in, they ended up leaving her there for some time and at some point, she had fallen asleep. One of the benefits of the blinders was that it made sleeping a bit easier. Lizzy had not realized just how exhausted she was before she woke to the feeling of something being done to her injured leg. She gave a startle and jerked in her restraints before feeling some one put a large hand on her chest and push her down.

“You jerk and make me stab one of your nerves and I will leave you with that damage inmate.” The voice was deep, and the paw or hand was huge pushing her into the bed making her wheeze out some.

What ever they were doing they were working fast. Pain would shoot up her leg as mechanical sounds hissed and whined out from time to time.

“Ok the fracture has been set and should be good. Close her leg up and go get her cleaned.” Sounds of metal clanked about as Lizzy figured they must be working on her leg. That was a good thing? Right? She was trying to reason that they would not put effort into some one like this if they were going to just kill her.

The stitching was a bit painful; she was realizing that what ever they had given her while she was asleep was wearing off. What ever was doing it was like a sewing machine though. Before she could even hiss out it was finished, and several voices started to talk about her.

All Lizzy could do was listen as they talked about odds and end things and some times about her. Finally a “Ok she is good to go, take her to cleaning and then get her collar on.”

That didn’t sound overly fun, though that was when her bed started to move and the sound of wheels squeaked out. Another trip to another room, another wait, though before long she felt them releasing her from the bed and simply restrained her wrists behind her back and then took off the muzzle and blinder.

She was in some sort of room that had a lot of stainless steel in it. Bright light shown in and finally she was able to look down at her leg. A small cut about three inches long was all that she saw in the shaved part of her leg. What ever they had done they had done it rather quick. Several stitches laced the wound up and some sort off brown fluid was on top of it, probably to keep it from getting infected.

“6693, 8836, 7722, 8573 please stand and we need to clean and do your check up.” The voice made her turn and see a female tiger signing off on a few things. Only then did she realize that there were others in the room with her. It was a wide range of race and sex in there. Human male, shemale hyena, herself, and a human female. All secured with restraints and all walking over to some drains.

“6693, I know your leg was worked on but it should be strong enough to step on it. Please hurry as we have others to process.” The tiger stated making her slip her legs over the bed and then stand. She was right, whatever they did had improved what ever was going on in her leg.

Taking a cautious step then another till she walked over to the group. “Ok everyone. I need everyone to turn and face the wall.”

The human female spat out “Go frack yourself you fracking highlander!” She made a spitting motion at the tiger who simply looked at her chart. “Lets see…..” The feline then said “She is a class four. Don’t damage any of the organs.”

A guard that was next to her suddenly brought up his riffle and a shot rang out making the other three suddenly scatter with a startle. Lizzy had ducked down facing the walls breathing hard before looking to see what had just happened. The human female was stumbling back and sliding down the wall coughing and gagging as she had been shot through the neck. Red haze flowing out on the floor before the Tiger just continued. “As you can see some of you do not have to be alive for this next part. Anyone else wish to not comply with my orders?”

“Holy frack!” Lizzy hissed out. The shemale hyena seemed to be the only one that had not flinched through out it all. She had a dead look in her eyes before looking at the gagging and struggling human female on the ground. The human male had huddled next to her and was looking about in shock as well.

“Come one people we do not have all day. Face the wall.”

Lizzy’s ears were still ringing from the gun shot when she stood and faced the wall. All she could think about was being shot in the back though why would they heal her leg if they were going to do that? And she had said that some of them were not needed to be alive.

“Get some one in and take 7722 to processing and get those organs out for the class ten’s” A vox hissed out as the guard issued the orders and before long other menials had stepped up and were in the process of cutting off her clothing. They were working quick cutting at what ever remained of her clothing and then suddenly turned on the water hosing her down and scrubbing her with some sort of foul smelling cleaner. The other two were being treated the same way as they made sure to scrub every inch of them.

“Get a lice and parasite treatment for their hair and fur.” The tiger ordered out making Lizzy turn her head a little while they washed her down. The human female ganger was being cleaned and washed even though she had succumbed to her wounds.

“The skin will be needed for the synth growth in the burn unit and the liver needs to go to patient 8844211-b. The rest put in storage for later.” The menials complied and eventually lifted her up and drug her out after they were done to be ‘processed’.

Lizzy was starting to understand why the guard had said sucks to be you now. This was so fracked up and she didn’t know if her heart was going to blow out due to the fear or the anxiety of it all. Being covered in fur did slow down the cleaning process but eventually she as showered down and left dripping and cold. Shivering she felt some one turn her about to face the doctor.

“Open your maw.” She simply said and Lizzy found herself complying. The tiger was looking her over, checking for any medical issues and was a bit invasive giving every inch a look over. “Well other than your leg you’re a healthy one. No cancer or mutation, no skin conditions or blood issues. To bad I couldn’t have yea, you would have made a good stock for the eugenics project.” She then turned to the guard. “Get her dried off and get her back to the tech priest.”

Lizzy didn’t know if it was the cold water, or the trauma of this hell hole that was making her shake so bad, but she stumbled along when they started to lead her to a spot to be dried off.

Needless to say her mind was going a bit numb and the rest was a bit of a blur. That was until she snapped out of her shock and realized that they were forcing her to sit on some odd chair in the next room. Restraints were forcing her to lean forward and put her head down till that was latched in with soft leather restraints.

“W…wait, what are you doing?!” Lizzy gasped out. She felt so powerless and scared. Everything was as if she was simply a bystander watching with no control of what was going on at this point.

“Relax 6693. We are getting your collar on.” The voice was actually soft as hands started to rub and work her shoulders. “If you flinch or jerk it could lead to spinal damage so relax.” Another figure that she couldn’t see added in “Her blood pressure and heart rate is really high.” The couple talking before suddenly something was pushed to the side of her neck and injected into her.

What ever it was felt like a soft burn, almost like when you drank some asmach for the first time and the burn flowed down through her body and she felt it just relax. She had felt this before, when the gang would get a good shipment of drugs in and knew that it had to be something similar as her heart slowed and she started to lose focus.

“There, that brought her heart rate down. We can start.”

Whatever they were doing it was surgical. Pricks and stabs could be felt up and down her spin though she didn’t think she felt any slicing. The drugs made her just not care even though it did still hurt. The most painful part was when they were working some sort of wiring under her skin but eventually, she felt a collar being put about her neck.

“Ok bring it online and make sure that its transmitting.”

Lizzy couldn’t see the collar, just feel it as the cool plassteel had locked in and soft hums of electronics in it beeped and chattered to the group installing it on her.

“Looks good, it registered, and we can get all her vitals.” One voice said before another added. “Ok, that was all the tech priest wanted. She should be good to go and sent back.”

She was too drugged up to really walk so yet again she found her view being filled with the floor as she as drug back and out to a main room before the blinder and muzzle was slipped over her face. Thick drool was building up along her lips and her throat was feeling dry from what ever it was. Each step they took made her head lull left and right as they started the journey back.

That was when she gasped and suddenly sat back up only to smack her head on the top of the cage. Giving a curse and realizing her paws were free Lizzy held her head with a loud curse. She must of lost all concept of time or passed out because she found herself back in the cage with the Tech priest. “Fracking hell!” Her head throbbed and not because she hit it on the cage either.

“Yea that shit really dose a number on yea.” The blue tiger inmate said. “You been gone for almost a day.”

Lizzy took moment to orient herself and feel about her neck. Sure enough she felt the collar about her neck. Well, it had not been a dream and then the memory of them just shooting the human female came to her making her shake about and fight a sudden wave of anxiety that was washing over her.

“6693 your heart rate and hormone cortisol levels are elevated.” The tech priest droned out with out even turning. “Please relax as we do not want your heart damaged from prolonged exposure to this.”

“What a nightmare, I thought the under hives were bad with shit I have seen.” Lizzy groaned putting a paw to her face and shifting about. She sat up, having to dip her head due to the low ceiling of the cage.

“You may relax for now 6693, your assistance will not be needed until later next work cycle.” The tech priest added before moving on to his next project.

Lizzy cocked an eyebrow but would say nothing as she took the tech priests advice and rested. For the first day nothing interesting happened. She was allowed out for bathroom breaks and physical exercise in a narrow room four times a day and was even checked up on by medical personnel.

It didn’t help Lizzy’s anxiety any though, the waiting and wondering what would happen to her next week.

Through out the day she was allowed to talk with the blue tiger inmate, the tech priest never left though. In fact, he was there almost every minute of the day slaving over tech and sometimes something more biological that was brought in to him? It? The priest’s gender was long sense lost as most of the body had been replaced with robotic and mechanical machines.

Eventually though a large creation was brought in that Lizzy recognized immediately. The K9 REX unit walked in looking about at the room before its handler came in as well.

The handler was a female badger by the looks of it. Hardened and scared but sported an easy going smile when she started to talk with the Tech Priest.

“You requested unit eight?” Her voice was surprisingly female and one that Lizzy would not expect a husky woman like her to have.

“I did Arbiter 777329, allow the controls to be slaved over to my command.” The tech priest was very direct and spared no pleasantries when it came to work and technology. The blue tiger blahhed above her making a growling huff. “Fracking REX units.” She muttered.

“I hear you there,” Lizzy added quietly as the pair talked. “I do not want to be in one again.”

A surprised chuckle came from the other inmate. “No shit? You got ate by one and it didn’t recycle you?”

Lizzy shook her head “No though what do you mean?”

“They can act like those bio reclamation trucks and break down who ever is in them into soup for the machine.”

The fur on Lizzy’s neck bristled up a bit as she then remembered the two guards talking about that in some form. Such a close fate for the husky as she licked her dry chops. “Well that would be shitty.” She muttered.

Each unit was a little different, this one had a lot more bone like build where the one that had nabbed her in the underhive had been more mechanical in some ways. Though it had the mechanical pack of some sort on its back and the same latex like innards that Lizzy knew inside and out.

She watched as the control of the unit was given over to the Tech Priest and the creation turned to face the Arbiter. “Transfer is complete.” She said before making a fisted salute to her chest and walk off.

Watching with some morbid curiosity, Lizzy saw the Tech Priest start to take the unit apart. The long tendrils that sported from its back and its many arms quickly pulling the creations armor off revealing a more horrifying aspect of the REX unit. It was still…..alive. Though alive would be a bit of an exaggeration but the brain and blood vessels and other aspects of the animal were still functioning. The brain was partially exposed with wires running about a mesh net over the organ.

“Blood hell I thought they were just cogs.” The tiger muttered seeing the same thing Lizzy was.

“Yea, me to.”

“A common misconception, the REX units are more akin to a servitor. Either a vat grown brain and organs or criminal resources that have forfeited their bodies.” The voice droned out of the Tech Priests Vox unit.

“Wait….thats not a dog brain?” Lizzy said pointing at the REX unit.

“No, animalistic brains do not contain the needed cognizance of commands and the ability to process the needed inputs. Utilizing brains that we can harvest or grow; we can lobotomize the unneeded functions and keep only the functions needed to perform the tasks desired.”

Both inmates looked shocked and were quiet for some time as the priest pulled the REX unit fully apart and started to work on different parts of the unit.

The whole time the eyes of the skull moved as the brain was still active even though the skull and spine had been fully removed and hovered in a harness. The jaws opening and closing and from time to time looked at the Lizzy who looked away.

“Frack this place.” She heard from the tiger above her. “We are nothing but things to be used for this Emperor forsaken shit hole.”

“I hope that’s not our fate.” Lizzy added quietly and got a grunt in acknowledgment from the feline.

Whatever the priest was doing was beyond Lizzy. Its arms moving all about pulling old parts off and new parts on. Multi tasking in ways that should not be possible for an individual to do.

“You know what its doing?” Lizzy asked only to get a shrug of the felines shoulders in a ‘no clue’.

Hours went by as the REX units chassis was modified in front of them. Over and over again the unit would be put together, tested, then pulled apart. A mash up of old and new parts made its form a little more bulky. At times the priest would have to stop and get others to come in to fabricate something but eventually the REX unit was put back together fully and left together.

A screech of something came from the Tech Priest and the unit responded by moving about. Lizzy didn’t know that it was binary and in such chaotic sounding sounds whole instructions were being passed to the mechanical unit. Half plugging her ears she just tried to relax figuring that this was just another test that would go on before another was brought in.

“The unit is ready.” The priest droned making Lizzy wonder why he was narrating.

“For what?” The tiger asked. The problem of being in a cage and unable to do much for most the day? You became board and that boredom then brought on questions like that.

“You first test prisoner 919.”

That made the feline freeze up and give an audible Eh?! As her tail frizzed out. “What do you mean my first test?!”

“This unit has had updated software and mechanical upgrades and must be tested though I will need a control. Prisoner 6693 you will assist.”

Lizzy frizzed out next “What….why me?!” the last thing she wanted was to be against one of those units again. Her heart was already pounding as her vision pulsed from the stress of remembering that.

“You are convenient and healthy.” Was all the priest said before a few guards came in looking to the priest. Wordlessly two arms of the priest pointed to each of them and the guards were already heading over to the two female prisoners. The feline was cussing and when her cage was opened she quite verbally let it be known that she did not consent to this test.

Not that she had a choice as they drug her out by a leg and piled on her forcing her arms behind her back. Lizzy didn’t have as much fight in her as she let them grab her and pull her out giving little resistance but looked terrified.

“Please take them down to testing ground eight.” Was all the priest said before they were hooded and taken out of the room.

It seemed to take forever as the blinders and how they were forced to walk made it hard to guage how far they had gone and how much time had passed. Though eventually there was a hiss of doors and surprisingly Lizzy felt her restraints being taken off and the blinder removed.

Both her and 919 were outside, well out side as much as one could be, tall walls lined the exterior and there were small buildings and mock roads that looked a lot like the grated roads you would see in the underhive.

919 shook off the guards as she turned hissing only to get a solid smack to the face forcing her to stumble backwards and off the platform she was on. A solid thump sounded out as the wind was knocked out of her.

“You ok?!” Lizzy asked startled, afraid to move till the guards had retreated back into the main facility leaving just her and 919.


Continued on https://aryion.com/g4/view/776004

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