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Shooters from Kilo company are coming in dangerous, fast, and cleared hot.
They expertly make it rain paint pellets as they ebb and flow and branch out behind the available covers.

Genosha observes and fast-tracks Kilo’s movements, deducing from the shifting weights from their spreading forces their intentions, and realizes that some newly taken positions were deliberate and strategic, as if they were building up towards something.

She concludes this side of the field’s being targeted as the weak point against her entire company and they can expect them to exploit her position soon…

…making her feel more insulted than intimidated.

the audacity…   …we have to act soon before it’s too late for all of us

A few seconds later a staticky voice comes through their helmets and warns that the opponent appears to be prepping for a coordinated push, and to be on the alert; they are known to leverage speed and intensity for decisive victories.

Speed and intensity

Narrowing her cat-eyes for a better view, she can see them up ahead through her paint-marker scope.

Noting the current layout available to her, she calculates there’s a low-risk opening her team could exploit for an effective interception.

We got this, I know so.

Gensoha huddles-up close to her fire-team, “Come come, follow me tomodachis, I got a plan!  I know how we can nip them!”

She explains with her hands the situation best she can:

“They’re building up to come this way.  We can slow them down, i’m super sure.  I’ll sneaky up while you shoot the bad-bads over there.” 
She points them out in the near distance,
“You guys take turns, I need cover fire, lots and lots of cover fire.
That’ll keep their heads down so they can’t see me and can’t hear me.”

She grins and reveals her three secret weapons, “They can catch these paint-grenades, i’m a good thrower”.

Noting slight confusion from their faces, she quickly takes a stick and draws out the problem and solution on the dirt.
Simple arrows tied to X’s and O’s quickly captured the enemies intent and the proposed interception move by them.
The 3 key target points uphill were highlighted.  

The team grasps the concept easily and are excited for the plan, it looked fool proof.

“More cover fire means more ammunition needed, and I need to go light-feet.  Xavier, take my rifle, I’ll use the side piece”, Genosha hands her main weapon off and adjusts her paint pistol tight to her vest’s chest strap.

Xavier grins, awkwardly striking an akimbo pose with both rifles.  For a moment, he imagines himself laying down double fire like a bad ass.

“Actually…    ….So so sorry Xavier-chan”, Genosha takes her rifle back and instead gives it to the much larger normie teamie next to him, who understood perfectly and smiles wide as he dual wields the two main rifles comfortably, looking like a bad ass.

Xavier shrugs it off and snaps back into his previous one rifle character, “it’s cool, it’s cool, we got this.” 

Genosha reinforces, “Okay okay, only when you shoot I move, so when you sustain fire I advance upwards.  When I’m close, I’ll throw paint-can to them and when it go big poof;  you rush-rush and win from confusion.  I’ll be carefull and quick step around far-side and go to get the next one, same play again.  We move fast, we recycle attack style, and then we can hurt them enough maybe for us to WIN!  😄”

Genosha gets into a low position and is ready to bolt out, but then remembers one more thing, “Oh!  And don’t shoot me!  No friendly fire!  No friendly fire please!”

The team agrees, Xavier says “Okay, Gen-gen, we got your back…”, the other teamies ready up as he unclips a grenade from his vest and counts down with words, “time. to. GO!”

He throws his can in the general direction of the enemy in the distance, creating a surprise paint-smoke distraction in the opposite side as Genosha prone-runs stealthily up and to the side, entering the first phase of the maneuver.

POP POP POP POP

BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR

POP POP POP POP

Paintballs are hailing back and forth between the two opposing teams in a hilly woods field, complete with trenches, a few simple houses, and unkept grass and bushes.
A mix of agile kids, adults, and furries are facing off in standard capture and defend expectations.

Genosha, Xavier, and 2 met-just-now teammates, equipped with paintball suits, live-feed cams, and HUDs (Heads Up Display), communicate with built in walkie-talkie system helmets with 2 channels active.

The nearest Kilo position in question is pinned tight from the barrage Xavier and friends are putting on them.

“GET DOWN!”, the opponents are feeling the pressure.

Genosha made it to a perfect hidden position, winds up, and delivers the throw.

Paint grenade plops perfectly in place.

“AH SHT!!!  GET DOWN AGAIN!!!”

There’s a BIG POOF that hits them.

The grenade exploded red paint everywhere, taking down the three kilo bodies there.

Xavier and the two other newbies rush into the now available spot, and using the enemy’s own cover, they valiantly keep firing and carving their way uphill and against the grain.

They are again successful in keeping the next kilo team from even popping their heads out of cover for situational awareness, let alone advance any plans they may’ve had.

Within half a minute later another Genosha grenade does a fancy tumbling arc from behind enemy lines, bounces off a wall and lands directly on the kilo targets.

“¡¡¡¡¡   WHAT THE FAAAAACK   !!!!!”

Another Big POOF goes off on Kilo.

4 more bodies are splash-painted red, forced to shut-up, lay-down, and play dead.

Genosha is on top of the world, savoring the rush and victories, exercising her mind, body and warrior spirit.

This is it, super sugoi!  just one more and the damage should be critical on them, we can get an upper hand.

Genosha gets ready to low sprint again as Xavier and the others are rushing into the new position opening, only to pause and hit the deck from a sudden change in battle winds.

Oh no

Kilo company had craftily over-run the weakened middle ground and prioritized stopping the bleeding from the west side of the field.

Consuming openings with extreme prejudice, gunning fast for Genosha’s team.

Within moments, a speechless and hidden Genosha watched as Xavier and her new acquaintances are peppered down where they were trying to hide.

They were instantly and unceremoniously defeated.

Xavier, making light of the situation, and slightly ouchies from the impacts against his thin-armored suit, affords himself a dramatic death to his team’s amusement.

…fukitsu!!!
my team! 
…Xavier!…     
…no time, gotta keep it together..
…The enemy is so fast and adaptable

There were two Kilo fire-teams moving in unison that flowed aggressively in the area and were surgically wiping out more teamies left and right.

She scans the treelines.

Three on the hill, two sweeping in, another creeping low by the bushes.  Six.  There are six of them.

One or two of them must be hiding somewhere, some kind of sniper?  I don’t have my rifle, have to harm as many as possible and sneakily pick off any survivors as they get closer.

Genosha slowly readies up for a discreet counter-attack, to at least buy herself and the larger team some more time to recover the tempo…    …and some revenge.

I got one shuryudan left, gotta make it count.

She sits up slightly, pulls the grenade pin, winds up to-  !What¡nandayo!

A twig snaps, followed by a commanding whisper that cut her dead in her tracks.

“Clever girl”

Genosha looks behind her, panicked, shocked;

coming face-to-face against two intense yellow eyes that shined straight through her.
Like voodoo magick.

-They both stand up slowly, sizing each other on the way up-

…and Genosha is shot twice center mass.

In a fractional-flash of a second the female cat-furry disappears from infront of Genosha and stealthily dashes down the hill to help complete the Kilo company sweep and clear of the remaining forces from Genosha’s challenger company.

At the end of that second there’s a Big POOF at Genosha’s feet from her dropped grenade.

Within a minute, The game was over.

Kilo company FTW.

A loud-speaker officially ends the fight.

“AAAAAAAAALLL PLAYERS AAAAAAAAAALLL PLAYERS; YOU HAVE TWEEEEEEEENTY MINUTES TO COLLECT YOUR GEAR, REVIEW YOUR GAME, PICK UP YO TRASH, AND GET OFF THE FIIIIIEEEEEEEELD TO MAKE SPAAAAAACE FOR THE NEEEEEEEXT SIMULATION….

…static noises…

THAT IS ALL” – The megaphone makes an annoying cut of noise.

“WHAT THE FK WAS THAT YOO-HOOS!”

An angry Kilo co Marine is shouting at Genosha and her teamies, “You gave up the center to flank the left?  You don’t win by splitting up like that!  That bet cost you everything!  What were you thinking!?”

Genosha shrinks in her fur, her tail wraps around her.

oh no yokunai yokunai….   I did wrong, I gambled with their lives and we lost

Xavier speaks up, his voice cracking with emotion.
“You don’t talk – i mean, speak to her like that jerk!  You’re rude!  Leave her alone, we agreed to it, it was a good plan!” 

The Marine snaps onto Xavier’s case, “Is that right?  The plan that got your whole unit wiped was a good one?  You got some life lessons for me son?  Some wisdom to drop that I’m missing?  Let’s hear it!”

Genosha feels frozen; in place and space and time.

Xavier is having a hard time keeping up with a seasoned vet.

The black-cat furry, now maskless, magically re-appears again, this time behind a startled Xavier.
She puts a firm hand on his shoulder, squeezes him with authority.
“Hush puppy, it’s okay.  Y’all did good, I’ll take it from here.”

She addresses the Marine sharp and clear, “Yo pendejo, cut the theatrics.  We got some sht to review and you’re making us look emotional.  You mad bro?  You gonna take these noobs to the side or something, beat some sense into them or something?  What was your next step going to be?”

The Marine, de-escalated on the spot, respectfully shuts up and pays attention.

“Ahora, we review right?  Learning from our mistakes is still something we care about?” 

There’s grunt and rah noises to receive her.

The Black cat breaks it down for her relevant Kilo mates, “Get it straight, the enemy is always looking for chinks in our armor.  Go look way down over there, from where they started.  We were so obvious they literally drew our offensive out in hearts and kisses on the floor with a fkn stick.  We had a plan, until we got punched in the face.”

She points out the kilos completely covered in red paint, “Look at this, that could be all of us, that’s what happens when we telegraph our moves.

“Do we have to keep going over this?” 

Black cat claps on her points, “Element. of. surprise. wins.  fights.  and saves. lives!”

Her yellow eyes pierce anyone she looks at, “Instead of surprising them and getting a clean win, we got kicked in the huevos.  Quite frankly, I’m insulted I seem to be the only one who felt that.  We won only because they lacked experience, and because I had to step in and DO THE SAME SHT SHE DID!  Check the cams if you got to, the narrative reads that one of her was about to finish off an entire squad of us,

AND DON’T even get me started on the other WTF part; we had the HIGH-GROUND!!!”

Black cat doesn’t let up, there were too many nuances that were being missed.

   “Look at those two ,” pointing at Genosha and Xavier, “they brand new, they don’t even know the layout here.  And those other two chicoritos,”  attention is now on big normie guy and the male mouse furrie, “we see them all the time and today’s the day they finally grew a spine and gave us a run for our caps?  Now they got a taste of what it feels like to advance for once, they’ll definitely be hungry for more…   …hey, which one of you was the one that drew our playbook and counter on the dirt?!”

Genosha, shaking and muted from the lump in her throat, takes responsibility and raises her hand, unsure of what to expect next.

Black cat yellow eyes locks onto Genosha, then the eyes of the rest of her fire-team, dead-serious.

Then back and forth between Xavier and Genosha, as if looking for something in them.

“These two went through the kill or be killed ride already.”

The kilo company members recognize this shared covenant and mumble between them approvingly, ” ‘rah”.

Genosha feels naked and exposed, Black-cat softens her touch.

“Hey, look, no one’s in trouble, we’re all coolio beans amigos here…     …pleased to meet everyone, what’s your names?”

The team identifies themselves.

“Me llamo Keithlyn, and if you haven’t noticed yet…”  Keithlyn looks side to side, but lands her gaze squarely on Genosha, “i’m throughly impressed…

…Genosha, would you like to play the next round with us?  Would that be okay with you and yours?”

Genosha looks at her team and they nod encouragingly, the two new teamies acknowledge her and say “respect”, Xavier flashes his canines, proud of her, then looks at the Marine, gives him a mad-dog look coupled by two thumbs up.

Black cat, yellow eyes calls out the distracted Marine who was about to confront Xavier, “Yo Lara, ya tonto moco!  You open to this?

He spits tobacco dip to the side, maintaining a tough guy stance, “Oh, i’m ready, what you got in mind chola, send it.”

Keithlyn sends it, “take three volunteers, give challenger company a solid pow-wow and a fire-team superiority.  Lets face off…   …everything we do is about finding the winning warrior strat…     …I’m hoping to try Genosha jan out, see if she can help us improve deception in our plays…    …i have a good feeling about this.”

She challenges Lara with a momentary stare down.

Lara smirks and is ready for that action, “No pussillanimous sht here esse, winning the battles that win the wars is MAH sht.  Whatever you have in mind, I wanna see it.”  He looks around him, “who’s down, first come first serve”

Lara immediately got 3 bodies from Kilo to back him up, spits to the side, chest puffed out, cocky, and replies,
“Aiight.  I’m game.  We ain’t going down like that, ‘Rah?”

The kilos chime in, ” ‘RAH !!!”

“We going hard, ‘Rah?”

The chilos echo again louder, shaking the woods” ‘RAH !!!”

Keithlyn keeps her hands on her waist, “Good to go then, all’s said and done.  Now if y’all could kindly look down, you’ll see two boots, on your ft.  Use them to tactfully march the fk off and huddle puff somewhere else.  Chop-chop, get to it, let’s go ladies, ‘rah!?”

” ‘RAH !!!”
” – wait… — huh?”
Rando’s from Kilo co stick around a bit police calling the area and then trail off having random convos.
“YUUUUUUUUUT!!!!”
“can’t believe I lived long enough to have bad luck incarnate call me a boot”
“Legend has it, she only has one life left”
“Left-right, low-right, hi-loooooooow! ….   right oblique!”
“your cadence still whack, anyway, we jamming tonight?”
“Dude, i thought you had my back bro, why didn’t you jump on the fkn ‘nade?”
“What!?  Why didn’t YOU jump on the fkn ‘nade!”
   “fk this, i get noob-tubed one more time i’m quittin’ Kilo; i’ll join a pottery-topia and get my asshole pierced…”
  “da fk?!…”
“Yo, i heard that, say word; do it, no ballz!”
“Yo Lara! I wanna see some commitment; put your eyebrows on the line this next game brah.”
“Dammit, I just wrapped this pack of cancer sticks, it’s all fkd now”
“heeeeeeyoooo Smoke em if you gottem!”
“I heard Sammy and St. Luigi are rolling out with us, that old geezer has no quit in him”
“‘Rah!”
“Hey, is post-nut clarity normal after yank firing a howitzer?”
“who did your hair man…    …swing by tonight, i’ll fix that stupid jar-head look with a proper fade”
“grunt grunt…’rah…grunt”

Kilo company and the rest disperse out, instinctually leaving Genosha and Keithlyn space alone with each other.

Xavier gives Genosha the heads up that he’ll be sitting out, “You’re awesome Gen-gen, that was super fun-fun!!!  Text me after you’re done, i’m going back with Nala”, Xavier smiles at Keithlyn, “Nice game Keithlyn-jan; mi like you, I think you’re cool”.  Xavier blushes as he waves his way out and chit-chats with the two team-mates he met today.

Left together, Keithlyn confidently approaches Genosha, in a completely different light, her in your face military voice gone.

“It’s been a while since i’ve had a challenge like that…    …could I…   …after we crush these fools first of course…”

Keithlyn blushes slightly to an already red Genosha, “…get to know you better?”

She reaches her hand out in a shake gesture.

Genosha nervously goes to receive it, a static-shock sparks between their fingertips before connecting.

Neither of them flinch, they both giggle at the pop, Keithlyn initiates a gentle squeeze shake before letting go.

They walk together side by side, to the Kilo camp side over a woodsy hill and broken vehicles used for cover.

“This is how I walk extra quiet and do soft pasitos, you put the heel down first, and you roll your step forward using the outside of your foot, like this”

Genosha copies and is surprised at how much quieter she can step now, “Oooooh, this is faster and quieter than prone, but I’mma bigger target now”

Keithlyn smirks, continuously impressed on how fast Genosha vibes with tactical concepts and is quick to weigh pros and cons.

“Sneak walking also helps when we’re deer hunting, have you gone hunting yet?”

In-between tactical convos, lessons learned from the previous match, and a solid plan for the next game, they explore each other on more personal notes.

“Hey check this out- wanna try it?”  Keithlyn excitedly shows her cape, and at will makes it bend and reflect in sync with the environment around her, making her appear invisible, “it’s one of the best things for ninjas like us, it has to be hand-sown with super thin electric wires, i’m learning to make these myself…”  the cape changes colors and themes at will, keithlyn now made it appear matte black, looking like a black hole in the woods, and then manipulated it to flash like a warning sign on a soft setting, and has a blinding effect when put on a max brightness disco-ball mode…  “It’s high speed, low-drag right?”

“Wow, I couldn’t even help Xavier-chan fix a remote control!  That’s so good for blending, does it hide your heat-signature as well?”

They speak and giggle between themselves, back and forth, slowly melting together like two ice-cubes floating on sweet-tea on a chill day.

     “….Genosha jan is a nice name, was it given to you or did you come up with it yourself?  Sounds like genocide and ocean put together…”

“I think namae Keithlyn-san is nice also, what does it mean?”

“…you like music, i’m also in a cover band, do you know any instruments?…

“nooooo, but I think I may want to try someday…   …the drums?  is that weird?…”

“i’m the weird one, I play bass.  I’m all about that bass, no treble 😅.  What do you like to do on alone time?”

“I’m reading a big comic book, it’s called blacksad.  My cool friend Nala-jan was hurt, we’re getting ready to head west soon…”

  “Your crew’s tight, that’s nice.  We like to sometimes smoke and jam out in the evenings by our camp, you can check us out if you take reading breaks, here’s my number if you’d like….  san is japanese, for like, jan, right?”

“Hei heiiiii!!!!   i mean, yes…    …and you remind me of Yoruichi-san…”

“…say queeeee?  you got that japanese!?   i’ve been working on my espaniol.  yo, teach me a sentence Gen-san!”

“…Ona kasita means i’m hungry…”

“…ah!  for me, una casita means a small house!…”

“how do you say shut-up?  Be quiet?..   …i have to say that a lot to my team sometimes, i’m running out of material…”

“URUSAiiiiiiii…”   genosha smiles, “it’s my favorite word for some reason, it also means annoying.”

“haha, so efficient!  Spanish words say, cayese fastidioso!  And and, my favorite is…    …pecueca!”

“What’s that!?”

“Stinky feeeeet”

More laughter between them.

“i think your yellow eyes are nice…    …is it okay to say that?…”

“Only if it’s okay for me to say I like your moves…   …tomodachi was it?”

They stayed close throughout the upcoming game.  Keithlyn let Genosha borrow her priceless cloak for practice and they stayed slightly back, so that Genosha could explain her observations on the opposing team’s movements, and taught her how to relay battle updates into the all team HUD in their helmets.  As she expected, her predictions were accurate, she was a natural field tactician.  She had heightened situational awareness, and was able to identify gaps on opponent initiatives, and come up with adaptive counters at a moments notice.

They switched teams again for a third game, playing under challenger company, and won that also, giving Kilo company it’s first defeat in weeks; crushing an inflated esprit de corps ego and forcing them to micro-analyze their field approaches.

Nearby, Xavier had excitedly filled Nala in on their paintball game.

“so jan Gen-gen was all like, here’s the plan, and everywhere around us it was, pop pop pop pop and brrrrrrrrr!
And i was all like, take that bad-bads!  And genosha made some perfect throws, but the enemy had too much experience and got us all, and a cat-furrie like genosha showed up and said to a big Marine guy, shut-up pendejo!  She said that kilo co technically lost to us, it was soooooo cooooool!  And the other guys, they were nice.  we had a lot of fun!   oh!  what’s this, a shooting range?”

Nala is proud of Genosha, but is distracted and unnerved a bit by the live shooting range in the areas they are exploring. 

There’s warning signs posted on an upcoming enclosed live fire area, and just like everywhere else, there’s a mix of normies of all ages and furries of all kinds participating in the activity.  Televisions are posted in open space tents showing different shooters, their weapons, and targets.

They step to the fence to look at the community practice their skills with their diverse individual weapons.

This particular range specializes in small arms, from slingshots and airsoft guns, to pistols and PDWs.

Nala keeps her nerves steady as she watches them, remember’s Vic explaining his gun one day to her

{Now this right here is a weapon shug, very very dangerous, but it’s your best bet in protecting yourself from what’s out there…   …i hate to admit it, but you need to be comfortable in practicing with it, in case you ever have to use it…    …in this area, we can’t use it because its loud and we can’t have that kind of attention on us.  Guys in blue will drop on by, and they’re bad news}

Xavier shares with Nala, “Colton says that one of the main reasons people in Charlotte-topia are safe, is because everyone is involved in it’s defense, like hornets in a hive”

“That’s right Amigão”, a young boy next to them smiles and says hi.

Xavier lights up, “jan Beneeno!”

SHOOOOOOOOOOOOTERS ON THE FIRING LINE, CHECK YOUR SPACES LEFT AND RIGHT, SAFETY FIRST SAFETY FIRST AND WHEEEEEEN READY STEP UP TO THE COUNTER AND STAAAAAAAAAAANDBY FOR GUIDANCE!

mega phone cut’s in and out, it’s a little hard to hear.

THEEEEEESE ARE THE FO-WER WEAPON SAFETY RULES, THERE ARE FOUR SAFETY RULES AND YOU WIIIIIIILLL FOLLOW THEEEEEEEM:

ONE!  TREAAAAAAAT EVERY WEAPOOOON AS IF IT WERE LOOOOOOOOAAAAADED!

TWO!  NEVER POINT YOUR WEAPON AT ANYTHING YOU DO NOT INTEND TO SHOOT!

TREE!  KEEP YOUR NOSE PICKER FINGER STRAIGHT AND OFF THE TRIGGER UNTIL YOU INTEND TO FIRE.

FOWERRRRRR!  KEEP YOUR WEAPON ON SAFE UNTIL YOU’RE READY TO FIRE.

SHOOOOOOTERS, STAAAAAAANDBY!!!!

TAAAAAAAAARGETS!

The range goes hot, and the noise is noticeably over-whelming for Nala.

Xavier introduces Nala to Beneeno, “Nala-jan!  This is Beneeno jan, he and his mom are from the phone library we got our topia-cellies from”

Nala replies, “ah, from the phone library this morning?  oh!  so nice to meet you jan Beneeno”, Nala smiles at him, looking slightly uncomfortable without meaning to.

Beneeno is young, roughly 15, and light’s up to Nala, “You must be Nala!  I’m sorry we missed you, we always train on Sundays and Wednesdays, that’s my mom over there”

Beneeno points to a group of fighters down the area, he notes Nala a little jumpy from the shots being fired, “I think it’s loud here, did you guys wanna check it out?”

They agree and follow him.

A large group are in lines, full of topians of all ages and walks of life, with partners facing each other.

There’s instructors giving lesson’s on how to use their bodies for self-defense.

Commands are shouted and the trainees clumsily try to execute what they learned, some of them lacking rhythm and others letting their guards down.

The trainers are a mix of different cultures of warriors.  Guam, Filipino, Ghourka, Brazilian, and Marines.

“This is a new group, that’s trebochett, he specializes in punching.  And over there, that’s my mom, she does advanced lessons on multi-opponent fighting”

A brazilian female is giving training on a mix of Krav Maga, Muay Thai and Brazilian Jiu-jitsu.

“I’m really proud of her…”

Xavier and Nala are left with eyes wide open and in shock face, as they witnesses Beneeno’s Mom in action flowing through different challengers in fast paced sparring…

The woman, average height, exotic face, wearing simple fatigues and boots, is clearly indominable.

Buffalos, normies, furries, Marines…   …it didn’t matter.  Nobody could keep up with her focus, speed, and wealth of experience.

The average sized opponents were taken down with pressure points and limb locks as quickly as they stood in front of her.

For the larger opponents like bulls, she was given permission to risk serious injury on the challengers, and she would punch or kick in the right spots for instant knock downs.

Everyone wore two cups for their own protection, as her hands and feet came down hard in their beat-downs.

You could tell she was tired, but she was able to fight through it.

Beneenos mom was living proof of the power of surgical violence, and gave juggernaut vibes.

Onlookers flinched when she gracefully slammed opponents twice their size onto their clavicles.

Xavier can’t contain himself, “She’s so goooooood.  no way!  Buffalos and rooster-hen furries are famous for strong and scary fighting spirits…    this is extreme!  How’s she so buff!  Why does she like fighting so much?”

“She’s the only person that goes toe-to-toe with them.  She told me that she had to adapt to them at first, she lost fights, but that’s why she practices, and now that she’s fought them she has strategies for each of them…”

Beneeno shifts slowly from proud son to vulnerable past, “…my mom is super smart and strong…     …I was kidnapped when I was five and…  fighting and killing is how she saved me from human trafficking….”

Nala is glued to the mom trainer.  She can tell she mastered being efficient, pacing herself, and hitting hard where it counts, but is brought back in by Beneenos story.

“Ohhh no jan jan, you were kidnapped and stolen from your mom…     

Beneeno is used to smiling over his traumas, “we live in a very sick world…    …i’m so happy that…    …would you guys like to hear a secret?”

Xavier and Nala point their furry ears up and towards beneeno, respectfully curious.

“My mom was part of the original groups that launched the HUGBUGs from Africa, Latin America, and South East Asia…    …and my second dad, he was the hacker that built the BESTEST app and also took down Disney”

Xavier has to know, “you mean, the real OGs!?  From the billionaire wars!?  And the app that became the main architecture that runs the topia-phones!?”

“Haha, that’s them…   …speaking of which, Nala, I always have a bag of phones in case someone looks for us here.  I’m glad I caught you, happy coinkydinks!  can I hook you up with a topia-phone?!”

Nala is happy to hear she can cross that off the list, “Yes please!”

Beneeno digs into his stylish Bolivian bag and gets a large screen phone out, “this one uses a stylus!  I’ve noticed that people and furries with big hands like these models.  If you ever want to change it out for another one, just stop by any of the phone-topia libraries, they got all kinds of models.”

Nala receives the phone and Xavier and beneeno are over her shoulder, ready to answer any questions for her as she sets it up.

“So it’s going to walk you through all the steps to set your profile up, it should be straight forward, anything at all let me know”

Nala is promted to create a new profile.

Contact code (insert unique combination of letters and numbers as desired contact info)

Selfie (thanks!  you look great!)
Finger prints (recognized and stored)
Security lock code (Xavier and Beneeno look away)
Public view profile page (All topia phone users can see this.  Tell us about yourself!  Interests.  Game rankings.  Mood.  etc)
Topia alert page (for persons of risk to others.  Self reporting and mandatory reporting goes here)
Community page (for your close circles, optionally displays your locations and availability)
Private/Personal page (medical records.  diaries.  travel history)  
LIVE record button (to record audio/video at any time).
Panic and emergency button (press here for distress call to 150 phones nearest to you)
Chat box (community level and global level voting and discussion)
MAP/GPS (Global map, find open topia community and libraries near and far)
Anti-Bully/Scammer AI Screener (On/off, transcribes live conversations/narrative review to identify abuse and risks)
Switch user or Factory reset (to share phone or give up phone)
Death of user (make your profile viewable after death.  Default is profile highlighted as deceased) 

Only you can access your profile.  If anybody tries to hack or take over your profile, they are going to get found.
The only time your file can be opened is ONLY by people you know and set for emergencies, or if 50 community members request an over-ride for something specific, like a murder investigation or emergency medical records.

do i have to turn it in.  Actually, no, some people are even buried with it.  There’s an option where alarm’s go off if someone messes with your phone after your death. 

Nala adds beneeno to her Chat box, and Xavier helps her add his number as well as genosha, dorothy, the nurses, and colton.

She texts everyone hello and a smiley face, letting them know she has a phone and her contact code is:

NALLY-SHUG, 2026

The nurses waves hi, and send her her medical records and videos to download to her “private/personal” folder.

Genosha texted after the games to her crew, let them know that she’s safe, she’s with Keithlyn getting to know her better and may be back late tonight, and sends a selfie of them putting up peace signs.

Wow, i never seen yellow eyes before, she seems nice and they look cute!” 
Xavier says, “I know right!  Her eyes make her look mystical, I hope they get along and find lots of stuff in common”

Dorothy also sends hellos, a smiley face, and reports she’s having fun with McMillan, letting her know not 

fishing, ben.

FIN FIN FIN

you’re not a fish!  

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lets talk about mechs class.

theres aquaponic fish but…    …i rather go fishing, my mom taught me.
weaknesses of high tech, simple and effective still wins.

horsey jan!  have you heard of the 3d shops that can print a spring leg for you?
nala tells him she does.  She is hoping to pick it up on her way back, along with a phone.
oh!  i can help with that, we took today off.  there’s a lot of options, but i want to be the one to help you.  Those are your friends right?  they told me that there would be another person but…    …i really wanted to see you…    …i’m glad they were there for you.  they said that you were hurt by UNISFTY, they were trying to kidnap you, they broke your leg so you couldn’t run away…        ….your friends are amazing..   that’s my mom…    …i was kidnapped when i was five,…    she found me 3 years later.   mhy first dad and my second dad.  he is explaining how the app works and why it’s important.

we dont pay beneeno.  don’t pay for .  money.   sister sold him.   he hates money.  that’s what brought all this, and is how i’m safe.
She says the biggest war is safe kids for everyone.

Monami, frienamy or enemy?  you should dance.  

beneeno was practing with his mom’s pistol. 
xavier, oh!  that looks like Vic.  by the way Nala….    ….sorry, i don’t know if this is the right time to tell you, we have some things to give you, we are all sure Vic wanted you to have it.

——-ikikai”—-.

 

I like secrets, i won’t share, i just want to learn more.  any secret fighting advice that’s okay to share? …  i’m….   …not a good fighter yet….  – nala. 
mom says she had to learn fast to control her emotions, and at the same time let her emotions take control of the fight.
she says practice and familiarity with the limits of limbs, pressure points, weak spot opening and closing, helped alot…

SAMMY LINE, LEAVING SOON