Tutorial Level Part 2: Units and Resources

CONGRATULATIONS!

"Gaaaah!!!"

You leapt back in surprise as the giant screen popped up right in front of your face- then quickly reached for the gun and looked to your captive only to realize that she hadn't moved. Nothing had. The entire world around you was in a dulled grey except for the screen in front of you, as though the whole world was 'paused'. And in fact, with a moment of thought, you felt that was exactly what this was. The world had just been paused.

You blinked again, then looked back to the screen in front of you. There was text scrolling beneath the loud proclamation of congratulations, and, given your current situation, you decided that it was probably best that you read it.

You have entered the Unit Recruitment Tutorial! As you have noticed, your first units are right in front of you! However, simply activating them is not quite that simple.

What? Why not?

Units require a variety of resources to activate and deploy! Different units may require different resources depending on their particular specifications, and the level of technology and upgrades that the unit has received! There may also occasionally be the need for a unique or exceptionally rare resource, such as a type of alien technology, or specific species of sapient being! However on the whole, and likely for a majority of your campaign, these are the basic resources you will need to purchase your units. Ardor, Supplies, and Chattel.

Okay... so what are those? Well, two of those you can guess but- still, game terminology, give the specifics! ... Which it proceeded to do immediately, so either it was mind-reading, or it had already thought of that. Neat.

Ardor: Ardor is a psychic energy released from sexual contact! Normally this energy goes unnoticed and uncollected by the ignorant masses, but psychics and sorcerers have long known of it's existence, and recently, scientific research has learned of it, and turned it into a power source! Sexual contact, be it positive and enjoyable or negative and abusive, will produce Ardor. This resource can be considered the 'main' resource for your faction, due to the nature of your clones and your psychic link, and will primarily be used for the purchase and upgrading of your units.

*Note: Due to the nature of your faction, you cannot gain Ardor from sexual contact with your own Units, as it's eaten up in the psychic network linking you and your troops. You must gain your Ardor from elsewhere, any sexual contact with your own Units is purely for your own enjoyment!

Supplies: A catch-all term for money, equipment, and raw materials gained by your faction. Together, they can, and will, be used to acquire any materials or resources that are needed to arm and outfits your faction. You can expect this to frequently be used for your units, the Supplies cost increasing with the complexity and power of the unit, especially for vehicles. It will also often be used for base and faction upgrades.

Chattel: A reference to your female sapient human stock! Usually, slaves. Though not always, this becomes a catch-all for slaves, prisoners, or even volunteers and recruits you have collected who can be put to use! Often a fundamental and necessary supply for most factions, your reliance on clones makes it far less important for your faction, though there is still a number of potential units who will require Chattel expenditures. Chattel will also be heavily used in base and faction upgrades!

... Hm. well, that was thorough. So basically, psychic power from sex energy, money, and slaves. You could work with that. Though it was all a bit much at the moment, considering you were literally in the middle of trying to wake up your soldiers-

For the purposes of this tutorial mission, only Ardor energy is required to purchase and deploy your Units! You can check your store of resources with a thought. Currently, you have 100 Ardor to spend!

Alright, good to know. Now, how did that compare to the units you wanted to awaken?

Below is the Unit Sheet for the "Soldier" Unit, your base Unit! Note please that while all units can be renamed, changed, or upgraded, you cannot do so after a unit has been deployed! As such, any last changes you wish to make before deploying soldiers, would be best made right now! Please purchase the maximum amount you are capable of with your Ardor, when this is done, the tutorial will resume!

SOLDIER

Unit Type: Tactical Infantry-Skilled

Cost: 20 Ardor

Health: 60

Armor Value: 15

Armored Sections: (Torso, Head, Elbows, Knees)

Effective Ranges: Medium-Short-Close

Primary Weapon Damage: 30

Equipment:

• Submachine Gun W/Scope [Custom-Made, Designation HPM-5K]
• Combat Armor [Medium Military Tactical Style Above A Synthetic Mesh Bodysuit]
• Gasmask [Customized Variant Based on S10 NBC]
• Night Vision Goggles [Custom Four Lens Goggles With Green Tint]
• Ardor-Linked Communication Headset
• 2X Fragmentation Grenades
• 2X Flashbangs
• KABAR-styled Combat Knife
• Sidearm [Custom-Made, Designation Hawk-44]
• 12X Additional 30-Round Magazines for HPM-5K
• 20X Zip Ties
• 2X Black Bags (Hoods)
• 1X Roll of Duct Tape

Special Values:

• Immunity to Airborne Hazards (Mundane)
• Night Vision
• Psychic-Link Communication Set

You blinked, and looked over the stats. Interesting. You didn't really have anything to compare it to, so at the moment, as far as you knew, this was a decent unit type. And only the Ardor cost was being reported, so you didn't know how much in Supplies this unit would actually cost, at least you were relatively certain that it wouldn't cost Chattel. Not knowing the exact costs was still a possible problem down the line though.

But as far as you knew, the stats were good. They seemed to blow the security guards out of the water at least, not that you'd actually gotten an official read on their stats. They'd gone down to handgun fire pretty quickly though so you were reasonably certain that they weren't that impressive. However, that statement that if you really wanted to make any changes, now would be the time. You weren't sure just how thorough that 'can't alter them after deployed' order is, how ironclad. So, you'd want to make sure there was nothing here you regretted later.

You looked to the women in the tubes, still in that grey shade of a paused world, but their nakedness giving you plenty to work with regardless. They looked pretty enough from here, pale skin and black hair was a good start, the tit size was nice without being crazy, perky C-cups being plenty for you. You decided to go ahead and make an alteration to their appearance though. Namely, shaved bodies except for the hair on their head, and make it natural for them. Make sure they didn't have to spend the time prettying themselves up for you to fuck when they're, y'know, supposed to be fighting to the **** for your glory and ambition. And green eyes. You've always been fond of the color green.

One last change. Because you weren't sure of your faction name yet, but didn't want just the generic Soldier if you couldn't alter it later. You decided to go ahead and change their name to something that could fit.

V1 CLONE SOLDIER

That felt decent. Version one, the first batch out. And with that, you felt more or less ready to go. With your current Ardor, you could purchase up to five of them. A full Fireteam basically. So, following the screen's advice, you reached out, and spent all 100 Ardor to activate five units. And like that? The world resumed.

The grey disappeared, the world was no longer paused, and your captive was there, whimpering, as the five closest tanks began to empty of fluids. The bright green liquid disappeared through pipes, swirling down through opening slits in the bottoms of their tubes, the sound of rushing liquid starting to fill the room, vibrating up through the floor beneath your feet as it made it's journey to parts unknown. And then, the slick, wet bodies of the five women whose tubes had emptied, steadied themselves against the glass. And they opened their eyes to the world, revealing vibrant green eyes, as you'd selected.

There was no hesitation then, it seemed, as they righted themselves on their feet. No grogginess, or stopping to stare wide-eyed at the world they were probably only physically seeing for the first time. Instead, they stood ready as a 'hiss' sounded from each of their tubes. The front section of each glass tube seemed to 'separate' along an invisible line along the sides, and then 'slid' into the floor, letting them move forward and out of their constraints. The women, lithe athletic bodies slick and beautiful, short-haired and ready for war, stepped forward from their tubes, turned to him, and saluted, practically as one.

"Sir!" Came the resounding call, from five different voices. Surprisingly impressive in tone, firm and powerful, especially considering it was coming from naked ladies. You could only imagine what it might sound like if there were a hundred of them. Or a thousand.

Though behind such thoughts, as you focused in, you felt a kind of 'connection' to them. It wasn't something big and intrusive more like, small and steady, at the back of your head. A muscle you could tug on whenever you needed or wanted to. And tug you did, to feel out that connection more personally. You 'felt' that you could actually speak to their minds right now, if you so wished, through your psychic link. That you could 'focus' in on them. You weren't entirely sure how thoroughly, or what it meant exactly, but it was- there. Not developed, not strong, but there. To be experimented with. To be strengthened.

Later. This was not the time to be playing around after all. Yes, you had five naked women in front of you, well, six counting the captive, but none of them were geared up and ready for a fight. If security, or whoever it was that cut off security's communications and started the sabotage in the first place, came through looking for a fight, your girls would be dead meat. It was time to get a move on.

"Soldiers! Get geared up and ready for a fight." You spoke. Hoping that sounded vaguely commander-ish. And that they also knew where their gear was, because you sure as fuck didn't.

Fortunately, that seemed to be programmed into their minds already, because their response was another universal-

"Yes sir!" And they turned, and began jogging across the floor. You were somewhat worried about that, but noticed that most of the slickness from their bodies had already dissipated. Whatever they'd been suspended in wasn't water, after all. You'd need to research exactly what it was, put some of this new genius and skill you possessed to use. You were tired of not knowing things.

But for the moment, you simply followed the naked bouncing asses of your soldiers, not made any less pleasing by the red emergency lights, dragging your captive along and ignoring her 'mmph's of displeasure, and fear. The jogging soldiers quickly led you to the end of the room and- oh, a pair of sliding doors, one towards the right and one to the left. Both led into the same room, what basically amounted to a locker-room. A very large locker room, bathed in white light and without the emergency lighting outside for some reason, with heavy, steel grey lockers down the rows. Lockers that as your soldiers moved to the closest to them, they pressed their palms to panels on glass surfaces over the locks, causing the lockers to 'beep' then hiss, as they opened up without issue, revealing the equipment load-outs inside.

First the soldiers pulled on the synthetic mesh, a one-piece affair that was zipped up at the back. The way the gap closed hid the zipper and the slider tucked beneath a flap giving a uniform appearance, but of more importance, was how thoroughly the black material hugged their curves, pert asses and tits easily presented through the material. They helped one another to quickly zip up, and didn't stop there as the vests came out.

Tactical bulletproof materials with straps holding small bags of excess ammunition and necessary equipment, as well as their handgun holster and knife-sheathe. Dark grey material covered the pure black, providing an ever-so-slight shade difference. They worked with one another to get them on and fastened, checking each other's work thoroughly, before moving to the armor pads for the knees and elbows, checking the positioning and strap tightness for one another. While it was mildly enticing to see the clone women with their hands on one another's bodies as they assisted each other, ultimately, it was very professional, quick and to the point, making sure they were all ready as quick as possible. They could come under fire at any time after all, so this really wasn't the time for mutual-pleasuring clone lesbian orgies.

... Stow that thought away for later.

Next were the gas-masks, black like the latex beneath, covering their faces strapped back tight with seemingly green-tinted lenses for their goggles. Quickly these were followed by communication headsets, slim black things of an unknown model fitting on a slim band over the head and with small buds into the ears. Then the helmet, dark grey like the vest, modern PASGT style, then brought on and fastened over the head, and strapped beneath the chin, covering the rest of the head and hiding their hair. Finally the night vision goggles were fitted to a rail at the front of the helmet, balanced, and able to be pulled down for night-vision combat at a moment's notice.

Next, were the guns. They checked the side-arms before slipping the handguns in, before picking up their main weapon, the submachine gun. A bit bulkier than an MP5 but otherwise pretty similar in appearance, the women checked their weapons over, checking the chambers, making sure the sights and scopes were aligned, then fitting in the magazines with a satisfying 'clack'.

Soon enough, they stood before you. Five women, transformed from sexy and naked, to sexy and deadly. Intimidating, well-armed, well-geared, and looking every bit ready to kill. The exact sort of sinister tactical vibe you'd been going for.

"Sir! We're armed and ready. Where do you need us?" Asked the first soldier in front of you, her voice now coming filtered through the gas-mask. It was a cool effect actually. And as you were about to open your mouth-

CONGRATULATIONS!

"For fuck's sake!" You proclaimed as the world paused grey again, and the tutorial menu popped up again, the world paused once more in a grey shade.

You have successfully recruited your first units! You have enough units for a small squad or 'fireteam'! You may select one unit to be the leader, and assign the others to follow their command! To do this, you can use the organization menu, your psionic communication, or verbal commands! For the purposes of this tutorial, please use the organization menu!

Requested/ordered the tutorial menu, happily. And you blinked, looking with your eyes over to the side to see that, yes, there appeared to be a small list, designating five different 'V1 Clone Soldier' units in a line. Interestingly, they were beneath what looked like a small minimap, that seemed to highlight the area you were in currently, with the area you'd just come from in a shaded fog of war, and the rest of the unexplored area around completely black. Just like a game minimap. Huh.

However for the moment, you decided to follow the tutorial's advice. You were able to do it with just your thoughts, which all things considered, made sense for the context. You organized the soldier who had spoken to you as 'Team Leader'. With that focusing in, you noticed that she actually had a name. And that name, was "V1CS-CL7-001" ... Hm. You... might need to work on that naming convention later. Or maybe not. As clone names went, that was kind of cool wasn't it? Something to think about at least.

For the moment, you simply put the other four beneath her, who each had a name similar, except going 002, 003, etc. You grouped them all together, and named that group 'Fire Team Alpha'. And with that, you noticed that 'Codenames' could be given to each of the units. Hm. Well, you kept it simple for now. Alpha-1 for the leader, then Alphas 2-5 for the remainder. With each unit noted, and codenamed, you turned again to the tutorial, which once again typed out a series of instructions.

Well done! You have now entered the next tutorial stage, and are able to receive formal missions! Here is your first Mission! Whenever you're finished reading, simply 'will' yourself to continue!

PRIMARY MISSION: AWAKENING STEPS

• Capture The Command Center
• Eliminate or Subdue Hostile Forces
• Uncover Information About The Facility
• Acquire Your Equipment
• REWARD: Starting Faction Base and Equipment.

SECONDARY MISSION: ARDOR PRODUCTION

• Practice collecting Ardor from sexual activity.
• REWARD: +100 Ardor.

That was... interesting. Right, okay, you pretty much got it. The first "mission" was more or less what you were planning already. As for the second... you turned your gaze to the captive brown-haired security guard you'd been dragging along, nipples hard and skin covered with goosebumps from the cold, and from being around a bunch of armed soldiers. She looked nervous, even paused. You doubted she'd enjoy your sexual attentions, but, the screen had already declared that Ardor could be collected from positive OR negative sexual energies. And you couldn't get Ardor from your own soldiers. So if you wanted to get a second fireteam up? Bending her over and fucking her, squealing and resisting or not, was your best option.

Shaking your head for a moment, you focused on the present. You unpaused the world, and 'felt' your presence go out through the psychic link to your soldiers. They already knew the organization of the new fireteam and their designations through the menu, and the psychic command it represented.

They straightened up, acknowledging the new command structure they had received, as you side-eyed your captive again, who was now looking nervously back to you. Fear and anxiety in her eyes, the unknown curse of not knowing what you were going to do with her, now that you'd gotten what you wanted.

The answer to her unspoken question, and your Fireteam Leader's question, were now both in your mind, and with your mission objectives presented, you were ready to make your first tactical decision as a commander of soldiers. And bear the rewards, and consequences, of the same.