Dr. Andrews nodded and pointed to the nearby vehicle that they used to drive into the cave up to this point before climbing down the ladder and using the smaller ones down below. “We can get out of the cave. It isn't much further to the city were it will be safe; I very much doubt there will be a problem then -”

That was true though she had her doubts that they set down at port. Even if they ignored flight control or avoided detection they were not likely to be parked outside and would have likely had to travel some distance to get here. She could not be certain though.

Two of the droids were too damaged to tinker with. There was the one that exploded and the initial one that the labor droid struck was too badly damaged but the other four would allow her to access their communications if any to listen in.

“There's a lot of the, about two dozen I guess I never got an accurate head count. Right now they have two units but they called in a third. Plus they have some sort of jamming up.”

He considered. “But you already took out six of them. The rest of this unit is at the building with the smaller mechs. About a dozen are searching for you. Without the commander though they may not be too effective … it's at the same building. Once we get communications back up we can call in help, even dispatch a message to your Directorate.”

Kenzie listened to Andrews for a bit, thinking on what to do. “Ok… you take your crew… I’m going to give you the frequency for the directorate and my call sign, that should get them to listen at least. After that, tell them what’s going on and that we need an immediate response team. Just keep trying once you get to safety… with any luck the jammer will only be short ranged. If not, as soon as I take it down, you’ll be clear. But I’ll probably still be dealing with droids. This is all assuming I can do it.” She laughed softly, lowering her voice on that last bit so that only Dr. Andrews and she would hear. “… not much combat experience yet to be honest. That’s why you need to get everyone else out of here.”

After explaining her plan, she grabbed one of the relatively intact droids and started tuning her own communicator to match its channel, trying to listen in on the droid communications. Maybe she’d even get lucky and find out who was controlling them.

If he had been twenty years younger … Dr. Andrews nodded and grinned. “I contacted the Directorate, remember?” Of course getting her call sign help matters. Even if he forgot the frequency after she had relayed it to him it was on file for them to get a transmission out.

She had more training then he did though it did not surprise him any when she revealed that she had little. She seemed more like a young gear head to him then a soldier. He did keep his voice down, she probably knew it already but just in case.

“If you can get to the mech that drains power and crank it up at least that building should be safe for you. With any luck I'll get back up here in a timely fashion.” He and his crew departed allowing her to hack into one of the droids and determine the com frequency they were using.

It was a military channel but they only had one so finding the frequency was easy. On that channel she wasn't being jammed either and listing in she got various reports about this area or that being cleared. It occurred to her that they could discover the larger mech. So far it had not seemed that they had been aware of what happened to these security models. Everything seemed to be occurring with care and diligence. There was one group searching for her and half of one that seemed to secure that building.

Her suit communications did pick up a name before she was even down the ladder. Ven. Or rather Master Ven. That name was familiar, particularly to her since she had greater interest in tech. He was a disabled Hel'Corian that had been captured once and served some time before his release. He had volunteered as a test subject for early release though nothing unusual seemed to happen to him.

He was known for hunting down tech for a third party that he sold it too. Advanced stuff from the Ashen civilization she read. He wasn't known as a slaver though he did manage to incarcerate an agent for a time. Generally those agents had been recovered though that could have been plain luck.

The vehicles were still at the site meaning she'd have to pick her way through the city. That allowed her to listen in longer. For a time it was aimless reports then a break of sorts … the AI had the droids searching for her split into three teams in order to cover more ground. That made each of the teams more manageable from 12 to 4. Given the way the security models behaved that was very manageable.

Options opened up for her. Did she try to take the droids out piece mail? Though if she did after the first team went down they'd probably know. She could check on the situation at the building and at least see how they had been situated.

She waved her hand quickly as he mentioned contacting the ADD. “Yeah this will get you command directly. Not the receptionist.” She giggles, nodding as he mentioned the power-sapping mech. “Yeah… that’s what I was thinking too. I’ll need every advantage I can get anyhow. Good luck Doctor!” she whispered as they parted, finally tapping into their frequency as the research team departed.

The agent listened in as she slid back down the ladder… picking up the name “Master Ven” before she reached the bottom. She’d read a bit about him and suspected it might be someone like that… black market tech, arms, relics… that sort of thing, if she recalled correctly. Disabled though, if she remembered… thus the droids. If she could disable the droid commanding unit, that might bring the operation to a halt, or at least give her a temporary win. She might even be able to falsify its signal and command the rest of the droids to shut down. Still, that hinged on taking out the AI.

For the time being, she headed for the building… the little droids weren’t the issue, she needed to find the commanding unit and deal with that.

When she arrived at the building she was able to see with her goggles that everything looked clear. But she knew otherwise as she had been tapped into the frequency of the droids and kept getting the status updates of the two droids that had been patrolling the perimeter.

Waiting and watching she eventually saw one. It seemed that they were on opposite sides of each other circling the grounds. They had no faces but guided by sensors. Those sensors focused in the direction the droid was facing though audible sensors would pick up sound all about it. It didn't take long for her to figure out their timing and when each had been on the sides of the building she could approach with haste and gain admittance.

The building was large and dark. There were at least five droids in here, four security models and the AI plus the jammer perhaps. Her guess had been that they were clustered in the room with the mechs. Those droids didn't give updates and the AI only occasional chimed into the channel with instructions. It was clear that it was the only one doing any sort of thinking. The others seemed caught up in a routine of sorts. She learned that if the security models were attacked that they counter attacked in turn though that was probably encoded into their programming in the event of an ambush.

The building was dark, the droids had infrared sensors but that made it easier to sneak into the main room as the door had gone unnoticed as she opened it and got some cover behind a bank of machines. The jammer, she saw, had been a simple tripod that reminded her of a distress beacon. It had to be altered severely so that it scrambled most transmissions in the area rather then allow one to locate it. That was bad, a beacon could transmit quite the distance though being underground it probably didn't extend to the surface blocked by the stone so once Dr. Andrews had been out of the cave he should be able to get a message out.

One security droid was near the beacon. Scanning the area. Another two had been near the mechs with a degree of cover and the last she noted had been up on the cat walk with an advantage against targets down here but with no cover itself. There were no signs of the AI though. Nor was the mech draining any power but that system had been kept off for the most part as the team of archaeologists explored the rest of this particular site so that wasn't unusual. It was easy enough to turn on.

Kenzie managed to sneak into the building after a bit of observing the droids… getting their patterns down. These were simple robots, and only followed whatever basic programming was given to them. They didn’t seem to possess any ability to react beyond what was hard coded into them. The young agent took note of that.

It took a while to make her way through the building, for she was being extra cautious and quiet. Despite the… showy… nature of her outfit, one thing it did have going for it was the ability to be quiet. Even the armored parts fit snugly and were tight, not making any noise unless she scraped along something.

Eventually she made it to the hanger, where most of the droids seemed to be clustered. Still, she didn’t see the AI. The jamming device was there, however. If it hadn’t been being used on her, she would have praised the ingenuity. The original device had a great broadcast range which had been subverted to disrupt instead of broadcast. Its simplicity allowed it to focus maximum power into its function, and the long life of most distress beacons meant it wasn’t about to go out on its own.

Still, it likely wouldn’t penetrate to the surface… and she didn’t have an immediate need to cut through the jamming signal, so she left that for now. If she could get to the mech with the power sapping utility, she could theoretically take out all of the nearby droids… and if she were lucky, the AI (assuming it was nearby and she hadn’t spotted it). Slowly, carefully, she tried to make her way towards the mech, keeping things between her and the droids and only moving when they were faced away from her.

The greatest obstacle had been the droid up on the cat walk since it had the greatest view. However, as she noted these models were simple and fell into patterns. Though the pair with partial cover did not move or shift their “gaze” the other two did and she had to work out timing for herself.

They had not been in sync with one another but there was enough of a gap where she could determine their blind spots. Their sensors were rather limited in the visual field as they only focused in one direction at a time. If they were sophisticated they may have had sensors that operated in all directions at once but that would have increased their coast and it was clear that these were simple cheap mass produced models.

Getting to the cat walk was a little tricky but she managed it. Once there the ones on the floor below would not see her at all and even the one on the cat walk was keeping it' focus on the floor below.

She had to keep low and still move with care least the droid spot her. From the cat walk she could reach the hatches of the mechs. Carefully she went out to the mech in question. A sound, a clank as she got on it drew the attention of the one on the cat walk. It looked her way but she was able to hide crouching down on a shoulder.

The seconds seemed like an eternity then she heard the droid approach, look, then return to it's initial position.

The hatch was on top of the head like the larger mech. It opened and locked in the same fashion though as she approached the hatch it suddenly opened revealing the AI who had been on the ladder near the top of the hatch, possibly waiting as in one hand it had a blaster … she didn't get to see much of it before blue light clouded her vision. She was shot. Stunned. Her muscles felt heavy, her consciousness fading ...she might have even fallen but when she came too she felt achy, naked and strapped to a table that had been inclined to contain her in a vertical position. Her wrists and ankles restrained by metallic restraints and she slowly made out the fact that she was in a white lab room. Banks of computers had been here as well as a maroon humanoid droid that had yet to notice she had been awake.

Kenzie started to feel like a character in one of the games she used to enjoy in her younger years. It wasn’t the first time she’d had the feeling in her assignments, but being on her own really amplified the feeling of trying to be a hero. She was starting to feel pretty good!

It wasn’t overly hard to get past the droids once she figured out patterns to their patrols. They were fairly simple machines… nothing like organic guards. Much cheaper though, she rationalized. It wasn’t too long, dodging between supplies and the great legs of the mechs, before she had made her way to the catwalk.

She’d dreaded this part as she worried the droid atop it would spot her immediately, though it seemed to have its sensors aimed downwards, acting as a support for the other guards… making this part the easiest by far.

At least until she attempted to jump onto the mech, making a soft but noticeable “CLANK!” as part of her armor impacted against the mech’s hull. She let out an internal “eep!” but managed to get onto the mech’s shoulder before the droid spotted her. It had heard though, and came over to investigate. For a bit she was sure it would find her… it came within a foot of her position. Eventually though, it returned to the catwalk and resumed its overwatch position.

The girl was much more careful as she made her way back onto the head and looked over the hatch. It was… similar to the giant one’s hatch. She wondered if…

Suddenly the hatch opened. Before she could arm herself (She’d holstered her weapon to climb and sneak better), the AI that had been waiting within stuck a blaster at her. It was nearly point blank range. Even for an organic, there would have been no missing, let alone a machine with near perfect aim. Kenzie barely even felt an impact, though she heard the discharge. It was odd. For a second she thought that it had missed her by some miracle, but… her hand wasn’t responding. None of her muscles were moving. Slowly she fell backwards, perhaps off the mech? If she had, she was out before she landed.

When the blackness finally lifted, Kenzie came to slow, wincing in pain. Her whole body hurt. She’d been hit with a stun round… and from the lump on the back of her head, probably fallen some distance as well. Her armor may have blunted impact across the rest of her body, though she found herself realizing, once again, how much she needed to wear a helmet. THAT hurt her pride.

Another blow to her pride came when she realized, even before opening her eyes, that she was naked. Her eyes snapped open and… she winced again. The light hurt. As it adjusted, and she tested her body, she found that she’d regained muscle control, but that her body was strapped down to some sort of medical table, restrained with metal bands of some sort. Overkill to be sure, she thought to herself. The young agent noticed the droid nearby and tried not to alert it to the fact that she’d awoken… testing at her bonds. Still, her breathing picked up, and grew a little loud… her large chest flying in and out on display.

For a small while she had eluded detection though the droid eventually noticed something on the bank of computers it had been monitoring. Had she been under some form of sensors? There had been no electrodes attached to her and she could rule out medical equipment … not that droids would need medical equipment but if there were any organics with them …

The droid came over to her and this one had a generic face at least. It's eyes emitted an amber light and there was a slit for a mouth behind which had been the speakers for the vocabulator it use.

“AWAKE ALREADY ...” it seemed to regard her. Stun had not worked for a protracted period so they must have given her something to keep her out until they got here. But it was not waiting or expecting an answer, that much had been obvious. Rather a cold metallic hand closed about a breast and squeezed briefly as if it had been checking melons for ripeness.

“DESIGNATION AND RANK?” It waited, if supplied it would take note but if denied it made no difference as it soon departed leaving her there.

She would eventually notice that there was some sort of strange device she was under. Some sort of sensor she guessed. It was tough seeing the words on the computer screen from where she was and it took a great deal of straining to see that they had monitored vitals.

For about ten minutes she had been left alone before the reptile entered. Was it Ven? Regardless he had a hulking droid with him that stood 7' or so. A military model she guessed as she never saw thetype before. There was a multi armed medical droid with several retractable tools.

“What have we here? It seems the ADD wish to ruin my fun. Or perhaps add to it?” His eyes regarded her, the left an obvious cybernetic one. A grin enveloped his features as he engulfed a breast, suckling on it briefly. “I did not expect company. Why are you here?”

Kenzie gave one last, full strength tug on the restraints as the droid seemed to clue in that she was awake, but it was no good. Despite her body pulling off the table with the effort, she couldn’t budge her limbs. She sighed and laid back against the table, waiting as the droid approached. Maybe Dr. Andrews had gotten word out for help, she thought to herself. Though… even if he had, it might still be a couple days before help actually arrived. And that was assuming they dispatched a team that was close. If they had to come from a station…

Her train of thought was broken as the droid reached out and groped one of her large breasts, the flesh squeezing easily under its steel grip. “Ahhhh! Hey, hands off you… oh for… it’s a robot Kenzie.” She sighed, reminding herself that it probably wouldn’t listen to anything she said anyways unless it was programmed to collect data. She quirked an eyebrow at the question and did respond, though with something else.

“I am Master Ven. You will release me now.” She said, trying to stay calm (and failing completely). Her chest fluttered in and out, though the robot didn’t seem to respond. Eventually it departed, leaving her alone to try and break free again, though she’d already discovered that brute strength wouldn’t work… not that she was all that strong anyways. For almost the ten minutes that she was alone, she tried to wriggle the bindings, seeing if any of them were loose enough to cause some damage to. The table seemed pretty well built, however, and she didn’t manage to make any progress before the door opened once again.

The young agent regarded the lizard-like being… perhaps this was Ven? He seemed to be augmented, so that would make sense. She wasn’t sure what the military model was doing with him… perhaps he took her as a bigger threat than even Kenzie considered herself to be. The medical droid, however, was what caught her eye… as well as the numerous tools it had about its chassis.

“I’m sure youuuaaaaaaaagh!” She cried out, her response cutting off as it just instantly started sucking on her large globe, the flesh plying easily enough around it’s reptilian lips. Her nipples hardened a bit which… she told herself was because of exposure. “Please… STOP that…” She growled, flustered and turning red with shame. “I’m Officer Cadet Sands of the A.D.D., though you seem to have realized that. And if those were your droids at the dig site, you used them to attack an unarmed research team sanctioned by the Directorate. I’ve already called for help from a nearby team so reinforcements will be here any minute… if you let me down and RETURN MY CLOTHES…” She growled that bit, scowling, before continuing… “I’ll have them go easy on you… maybe this was some sort of mistake…” She offered, fully aware this wasn’t a mistake. Besides, she knew there wasn't any help coming, at least not soon.

She hated this… she was an agent now, a trained fighter!... well, she was trained in some things, and she COULD fight if she had to. But still she was just seen as sex object by every scumbag in the universe.

“Oh, you're not Master Ven?” He grinned. It had been apparent that the droid earlier had far more smarts then the security models or at least had been programmed not to listen to her much. He listened to her though he did not seem concerned. Rather he allowed her to finish then casually pointed to one of the computers.

“Your heart rate has spiked just now. Respiratory rates. You are afraid. You really don't have a clue. You're a far way from help but your interference has cost me.” Had Dr. Andrews gotten the local authorities involved? There may be no one coming for her but the site would be secured so getting those mechs would be tough.

More of a concern was how he was monitoring her vitals right now. He had not turned to the computer once. There was the sensor over head but no one was even at the computer he pointed too. A bluff maybe?

A scaly finger flowed down her chest beginning between her breasts, circling her navel then dipped lower still finding and caressing her clit as he rubbed it in little circles. “But at least I've gained something for my trouble Agent Sands. When I am threw with you I should gather a respectable profit from you. Or I have the option of keeping you around since Vanessa is no longer with me.”

He began touching her, grasping an arm, a leg, a breast. “But where to install the implants … I'll work it out later if I decide to keep you around.”

He did not leave any orders but departed then without making any sort of introduction himself. The medical droid injected her with something. A painkiller perhaps as the stiffness began to fade. It moved to the side out of the way as the larger droid moved in. A plate on it's chest opened revealing retractable tendrils some affixed with instruments. Her restraints popped free though a large clamp grabbed her by the neck pinning her back against the table. It had not used enough force to choke her but she would find that it was quite strong and would not budge to let her free.

Tendrils began to coil about her breasts squeezing them while others went to her legs parting them as another moved toward her pearl it was attached with a feather duster that swirled against her clit.

Kenzie listened quietly as he first taunted her, then sized her up. He must have some sort of cybernetic implant… maybe his eye?... that was linked to the sensor somehow. Still, that would be a fairly sophisticated implant, she reasoned… rapid acquisition of data readouts in wireless technology wasn’t unheard of, of course, though in something as small as an eye? She wasn’t sure that theory even held up. Maybe there was something she was missing.

She drew her head away as his finger approached, though it dipped instead to her breasts, running through the large valley of her cleavage, his scaled hand treading gently along either side of her soft breasts, before it descended further. Down he trailed, across her smooth belly, not bothering to stop before simply pressing against her clit and getting a hissing gasp from Kenzie as she sucked in air. She would never understand how some agents could apparently stand up to this sort of thing and not react. Was her body that weak? That needy?

The talk of implants worried her a bit… just what did he mean by that? What had she gotten herself into? She tried to stifle a whimper as he grabbed at her body in various places… toned though not overly muscular arms, equally sculpted thighs, fleshy breasts... she held her breath as she felt his hand test her young form. Thankfully, he soon stopped and… promptly left. She wasn’t sure initially if she should be glad or not for that. “Not much for conversation I guess…” She said softly.

As if to make its presence known, the medical droid quickly stuck her with a needle, injecting something into one of her bound arms. “Ahhh… bedside manner you bucket…” she hissed out. She’d certainly had worse pain today but it wasn’t exactly welcome either. Still, the aches in her body began to subside, so… were they taking care of her perhaps? That would certainly be unexpected. Suddenly her restraints popped free. Was… this really happening?

No, she quickly realized, it wasn’t. The “military” robot had stepped forward and, before her feet could even touch ground, it had pinned her back against the table by her neck. “Ack! Why… come… on…” She gasped, frustrated and confused. The confusion only continued as some of the tendrils extending from its chest wrapped themselves around her large chest and squeezed, making the soft flesh bulge in between the metallic appendages. “Nnnngh! N… not there, please… I… ohh… ahhhh…” She started to plead, pausing and moaning softly as it swirled the soft tipped device against her pleasure button. The agent tried to close her legs… pull the tentacles from her breasts… whatever she could do before it was too late and she gave in to this debauchery.

Were the intelligence of the war droid had been was unclear. It responded to her though she couldn't be certain if it were complex enough to act on it's own but simple minded or had mistaken her statement as an actual question. It had not ignored her though.

THE COLLECTION OF COOLANT IS NECESSARY FOR OPERATIONS. I WAS INSTRUCTED TO TOP UP.

There were no orders she heard unless it was instructed before hand. Her struggles were feeble in comparison to it's strength. The tendrils did not even budge as she tried to free herself. Thankfully it had opted not to use any more strength then necessary in keeping her pinned there and spreading her legs.

She could see that it wore some sort of visor behind which she could see various blinking lights. The face plate may have protected it and it chatted with the medical droid but what the pair said made little sense. From what she gathered some sort of chemical was going to be used on her and the massive droid was seeking confirmation as to how much. Medical jargon she did not quite catch.

The large droid paused as if going over it's options though the duster continued to dance over her clit. Then after deciding other tendrils shot forth though these were different. They were hollow tubes that fit over her nipples before a suction began. Another she glimpsed briefly seemed to be attached to a syringe but that one had been held back as if it may have used that as a last resort.

THEN WHERE IF NOT THERE. It had been some time since her words but it seemed to address them now not that it had stopped. First she heard, then saw the rod that extracted from it. It was big and thick, a penis? It had to be about a foot long and occasionally she witnessed spanks of blue light.

A tendril moved between her thighs working back and forth against her sex for a moment before coming away. It looked at the tendril then started to move it against her back and forth again.

“If you… need that… go find a garage!” She gasped out as the thing went on about coolant. What in the ‘verse was it talking about? Despite her best efforts she couldn’t pry the tentacles from her body, and any attempt to fight against the ones holding her legs apart was futile it seemed. The agent listened as the two droids communicated… getting more than the average person would, though it wasn’t like the sci-fi she watched as a kid. Most robots spoke too fast for any human to keep up with them, even if you could understand what all the mechanical noises meant.

She watched as it communicated with the medical droid. That one had been a fairly standard model but this larger robot looked… custom to be sure. It had the makings of a few models she could pick out but altogether made something she didn’t recognize at all.

She tried to stifle weak moans as it continued to swirl the extension against her clit, occasionally making the small (by comparison at least) agent shake in barely contained lust for the droid. Her belly fluttered in and out quickly as she tried to fight against her body’s increasing desire to give in and go with the stimulation.

After it spoke, she made to respond, but was cut off as she heard the extension of… if it were organic she would have called it a reproductive organ. It was in the right place. As it were… it looked like a cross between a penis and a weapon. “Not… anywhere! Leave me alone!” She cried out, feeling fear again as she watched it loom over her with that thing. For the time at least, it busied itself by prodding at her sex with one of the long tendrils, getting a hiss of barely contained need from the girl’s throat in response. “Please… please… don’t rape me…” She pleaded, tears forming in her eyes, both from fear of what it would do and fear she would secretly enjoy it.

It paused, processing her words as to finding a garage. It seemed to work through her meaning quickly displaying that it had processing power so it wasn't simple but something that dealt with simple situations she would reason. A GARAGE LACKS THE COOLANT I REQUIRE FOR OPERATION.

Through this processing it had not faltered in seeing to her. It had made a decision not to use that needle and needed to do things the harder way. Being tireless it figured that it would eventually succeed. It had enough coolant to last a bit as it was and calculated that she would give in before power reserves depleted. The medical droid had moved to the computer that had monitored her bio signs calling out numbers. Heart rate, body temperature, respiration and the like. More or less it was background noise, at least to her.

REQUEST IN CONTRADICTION TO PRIOR ORDERS. ANALYZING … For a brief moment the machine ran through options. Then before reaching it's decision it froze at her next words. Leaning down, the lights behind that face plate seemed to flash a solid color before there was a quick array of colors as others began going off.

REQUEST DENIED.

The suction on her nipples increased as the tendrils themselves constricted her breasts tighter, relaxed then squeezed again. Other tendrils spread her sex apart and she would feel a mild jolt as that “member” pressed up against her. Fortunately whatever electricity that flowed through it had been mild then faded altogether.

The clamp on her neck released itself but was soon placed on her shoulder instead. Breathing would be easier not that it was making an effort to cut off her breathing. It was to heavy and strong for her to budge. Shortly in was spreading her further apart as it pushed into her, barely at first then a bit more and more still. The tendrils were unnecessary after a point and retracted themselves. It continued to sink in slowly at first as if seeing how much she could take as the medical droid read off her status.