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That is what my contract, OUR contract, states in the print. I'm sorry, but innovating upon our culture was not part of our agreement. Didn't we talk about this, like, way back?
No 'future society' bullshit! That was our agreement, boss. Do not bother me with this. This is a military installation. These are soldiers, sir. Professional contractors, one and all. I don't want them getting distracted by any sort of cosplay craziness.
We have a job to do. You know, I had another boss a few years back. Just like you Slick arcology owner who wanted all of us hired guns to dress and act all weird, like we were in some sort of fucking movie.
But we did what he asked, and the arcology burnt to the ground anyway I knew from then on that Future Societies are bullshit Your society stuff is stupid.
There is a reason that I asked you not to bring that sort of thing down here. We run a tight ship. Its not always the most fun, but it works. Why wear ourselves out playing dress up? That's stupid. Leave us alone. As the officers make room at their table for you to sit and join them for discussion, you spot The Colonel staring at you from afar, and she does not look happy with you.
You see her using it quite a bit too, despite her body still being much smaller than the unit was designed for. Many of the new recruits are morbidly curious about these beings, and the female recruits ask them many questions whenever they have time. Your Firebase's soldiers bid for the privilege of having their sperm used for the fertilization of new captives, and childbirth is a requisite for pussy-slaves to qualify for basic training.
Someday soon, all of the carriages will be full. Conventional incubators for the newborns of the grunts have been installed, and there is even an advanced incubator installed in the corner to age officers' slave children very rapidly. Meanwhile, the troopers that come here to retrieve their weapons often name their armament after their own families. Word has it that the current Firebase tradition in effect is to name your service rifle after your firstborn, your sidearm after your second born, and your grenades after your bastards.
It is filled with all sorts of toys and luxuries for the children kept inside, alongside the trusted and suitably modest hired nannies. Here, the surrounding command and control staff on-shift visit and play with their numerous children within, whenever they are not directing field operations. You can also find several bundles of baby apparel, as well as a bottle or two of fertility pills, which vary in function depending on the inventory owner's gender.
These incubators are cutting edge by global standards, pioneering the complex science of growing existing babies to become bigger, stronger, smarter, more beautiful, and of course, more fertile. All of this special machinery has a purpose, of course; the next generation of skilled mechanics and crewmen is fast approaching. This peculiar shape accommodates an extreme functionality; the multi-pregnancy cockpit - in which tankers not only control their vehicles, but also conceive, deliver, and incubate their own babies.
The latest in compact conventional incubators line the interior walls of the turret, and through these, your tanker crews are known to make and sustain all of their newest children throughout their careers in your armour units. It is well known that your tank crews rarely spend much time away from their vehicles for this very reason, and their offspring often choose to become tankers themselves.
At any given time, these open spaces are in heavy use by the unattended children of the airmen and airwomen who are busy at work here. The longest wall of the hangar is also host to a massive and beautiful mural altogether depicting all of the newborn children fathered or mothered by the Firebase's pilots and airmen thus far.
While artful, this mural also holds the promise that through this multitude of progeny, the hangar will always have a rich supply of dedicated pilots and service personnel for the foreseeable future. While it currently is uncomfortable for the troops, once the great many claimed and registered children of the current generation of Firebase troops grow up and seek to follow in their parent's footsteps, these abundant seating arrangements will be downright necessary to transport sufficient amounts of these hordes of hopefuls to and from future battles without leaving too many behind.
This impressively large and well-equipped facility is staffed with professionals from all over the arcology, and these certified midwives and midmen carry out all the services needed to help this place function as a refuge for personnel during all stages of parenthood; it contains rooms for a fertility clinic, a delivery clinic, a post-natal workshop, and even a high-capacity daycare center.
The playground is surrounded by tall barbed wire fences however, and in the center is an imposing guard tower that serves as a useful vantage point for the squad of snipers and spotter assigned to there to keep watch. Worth noting is the surprisingly high number of pregnant soldiers and staff members absent from their units; a nice portion of them are enjoying their maternity leave benefits as they wait out their pregnancies or post-natal recoveries in either the Firebase's facilities or the perceived comfort and privacy of your arcology above.
Progeny of varying ages can be seen just about anywhere in the Firebase; either in rows of cozy bedding or baby carriages for the abundance of claimed and properly registered children , or in the stacks of baby cages that once again await transport to the slave orphanages for the multitude of newborn bastards.
Of course, next year The Slave will be fertilized again, to add another batch to the pile It also has absurd durability and reliability, able to survive and continue driving even after sustaining direct RPG fire.
It boasts a rare lightweight composite material chassis, onboard voice-activated AI personal assistant, advanced ballistics-retardant windows, Kevlar-lined run-flat tires, mine-resistant undercarriage, integrated long-term life support and CBRN protection systems, and even a passenger's seat to bring a friend along. She is floored by how exotic and capable her magnificent new car is. You see her using it quite a bit too, for both joyrides and casual errands around the Free City.
Instead of a condom, female soldiers are instead given a tiny packet of contraceptive pills that are disguised as sweet tasting hard candies. Those few that meet the exacting standards are housed in the superior individual cages in the rear of the slave processing area. Their training will be distinctive. As you pass by, you actually see one of the newer troopers leaving the den. There is a hopeful look on their face. This warrior lounge admits only those of adequate rank and status, and comes complete with a private bar, private theatres, a conference room, an indoor garden, and premium, exclusive sex slaves.
They work diligently on repainting, retooling, refurbishing, or recalibrating each and every piece of kit, as needed, in between missions while using only the finest of modern instruments and materials. As such, your troops represent your arcology with some of the best kept battle gear in the world.
These scorekeepers are charged with constantly tallying the talents, successes and failures, and genetic traits of the commanders and officers on duty. Those with the best scores at the end of each half-year are recommended for immediate promotion to Elite status by reports that the teams compile.
For their own part, they are very steadfast and brutally honest in their work, and seemingly immune to intimidation and bribery. There is usually also an assortment of handkerchiefs and other accessories, which vary in quality depending on the inventory's owner. These stratagems are cutting edge by global standards, pioneering the complex science of attacking a variety of opposing forces so as to minimize overall casualties and maximize the demoralization, pacification, and capture of enemy personnel.
As such, every vehicle crew has a great deal of power in determining their own armor kits and loadouts to best fit the tactics used for their next mission. Every crewman is handpicked, and every single vehicle unit is unique, with the only similarity being the common ground vehicle chassis types between them. Your tanker crews have been known to snatch victory from the jaws of defeat with the help of their unique and unpredictable individuality and unconventional unit compositions throughout their careers in your armor units.
Inspired of these glorious service records, their offspring often choose to become vehicle crewmen themselves. At any given time, these open spaces are in heavy use by the airmen and airwomen who are not busy at work here.
The longest wall of the hangar is also host to a massive and beautiful mural altogether depicting all of the renowned aces and flight instructors the Firebase has known throughout its history thus far.
While artful, this mural also holds the promise that through this multitude of Elite personnel, the hangar should always have a rich pool of skillful pilots and maintenance personnel for the good of the service. These pods are welded into the interiors of every passenger section, leading to an extreme degree of passenger survivability, even when crashed or shot down by enemy fire, but at the cost of smaller troop payloads once the transport aircraft touch down. While it currently is uncomfortable for the troops, once the proud few, specially bred and registered children of the current generation of Firebase troops grow up and seek to follow in their parent's footsteps, these advanced 'seating' arrangements will be downright necessary to protect the lives of the Firebase's greatest and scarcest asset; it's Elite fighting personnel.
This impressively large and well-equipped facility is staffed with Elites from all over the arcology, and these impeccable men and women carry out all the services needed to help this place function as a part-time 'Finishing School' for all members of the Firebase; the curriculum specializes in training unkempt soldiers and staff to become proper ladies and gentlemen; how to dress, speak, behave, dance, and handle a wide variety of decidedly civilian scenarios in the classiest manner possible.
The faculty consists of decorated veteran officers, and throughout the structure there are stationed honor guard sentries assigned to ensure the safety of the Elite officer cadets busily training all around them. However, a strong social strata is clear those proud few who passed the Elite testing make up the overwhelming majority of the higher command staff and officer ranks, whilst those who have not passed the test are mostly their subordinates.
Elites of the Firebase sit first, eat first, and get first pickings of battle loot, captives, promotions, and of course, sanctioned breeding partners. Without fail, everyone in the Firebase has taken the Elite test, and without fail, everyone Who flunked it has been issued their complimentary vasectomy or hysterectomy. She easily passed all of your society's tests, and is now proudly among your Societal Elite.
Next to her certificate you also see a framed picture: This is a photograph she took on her tablet not long ago, showing an Elite staring into the camera and holding his bloody nose after he pressed her just a bit too much about having children with him. On her pavilion, You also see a small cardboard box containing some top quality condoms and spermicides. It seems she's enjoying the privilege of having her pick of any attractive youngster she desires on the upper levels.
To ease her further into the Radicalist mindset, you've gone all out: You've carved out an unused sidewall of the Firebase to build her a private champagne room, complete with several stripper stages with exotic lighting options, highly trained stripper slaves, an AI DJ, a marble bar counter with barstools, a cozy long sofa with cooler armrests, and plenty of chairs for lap dances.
When she first entered this little house room, she also found the extravagant lingerie wardrobe you've had made to her exact measurements, for her off days. With each meal, troops are also given a tiny plastic vial of lube, for later use. They are all depicted as submitting to powerful characters of both genders, and even the occasional futanari, both sexually and non-sexually. Your gay male soldiers use these slaves quite a bit, and your female soldiers sometimes even chat with them on occasion.
During daily showers, the slaves are lined up in groups near the shower wall, and given a bar of soap that they are amusedly instructed not to drop. It all comes together to form a seedy 'Red Light' district of the Firebase, one amiably reminiscent of its counterparts in some Old World cities.
With crates piled high to the sides to make room, a dozen stripper poles, huge speakers, sofas, a DJ booth, and private 'dance' booths come together to dominate the mood. Soldiers and dancers go to and fro, and the room smells strongly of cigarette smoke, alcohol, and ass. The metallic walls and flooring are covered in frequently updating, advanced motion picture wallpapers depicting animated illustrations of Firebase troops corralling naked civilians and surrendering soldiers at gunpoint.
In these animations, the few captives that are not being prodded into transports are being held down and taken anally. The buttstocks of most rifles and machine guns in the armory are hallowed out to make room for a slim vial of lube to be slotted in too. Just in case. Each cubicle has an anonymous but skilled sex slave inside and a square hole and condom dispenser at waist level so that deserving commanders have a place to relieve their loins and stress after a tense mission.
They cannot discern any details about the slave on the other side; the gender and looks of their attendant are as unknown to them as they are irrelevant.
There is a DJ table with jumbo speakers, and a technicolor disco ball overlooking a dancefloor surrounded by colorful sofas; this is a place where the many partygoers in the Firebase are invited to collectively let loose as they try out the newest recreational substances the drug lab has invented. Of course, the tracers these dick-drones fire are also bright white. Your dick-shaped cannons now strike as much fear into the enemy as the vehicles they are attached too.
And in a way, they are. Chain-smoking tranny hookers streetwalk the hangar's many dark corners, while the bathroom's many stalls are infested with scribbled vulgar writings and well-used gloryholes. A shady looking deli shop and adjacent ATM machine lie near the entrance too, their flickering lights almost daring the staff and pilots of the hangar to enter.
The individual aircraft are refereed to as 'male' so as to acknowledge their inherent power and superiority on the battlefield. The nose-mounted and door gunner armaments of the various craft have been modified to resemble dicks too, even going to far as to have the ammunition drums attached to their bases resemble ballsacks.
Of course, the tracers these phallic weapons fire are colored bright white too, much like semen. Therefore, the enemy units that find themselves facing their wrath are quite literally 'Fucked'. Exhibitionism is king here, obviously. The stage itself is just an elevated platform with a few stairs, and atop it is a large but otherwise simple leather couch surrounded by several king sized mattresses to allow for quite a few 'performances' simultaneously.
In front of the stage are a few folding chairs, folding tables, and drink coolers, and during busy nights there will be competitions in which bookies pass by to collect bets. This cement layering is fortified with numerous concrete barricades and proximity mines, and although your vehicle units know which routes to use to avoid these traps, an invading opponent will not.
One can see the results of their surgeries proudly on display during the more frequent public nudity and public sex episodes visible throughout the environment as well. Especially notable is the expression and recognition of gender within the Firebase; every free person who has been sufficiently promoted is regarded as being 'Male' and every slave and rookie soldier or staff member is considered as female, regardless of their actual biology.
Finally, the remaining demographic of ardently heterosexual men and women find their refuge in the new fashion for sexy futanari slaves. These slaves are prized and shared for their sexual versatility, with their tits, curves, genitalia, and skills, they thankfully have something for everybody.
These juicy innovations form the core of your fluid, lurid cultural norm. When she's not on her pavilion you see her slaves cleaning off cum stains on the couch and table; it seems she enjoys having her own dick and balls quite a bit. When she first entered the bedroom, she found the deluxe diamond ring set you bought for her and her future spouse. She also saw the extravagant modular wedding gown you've had made to her exact measurements, for her special day. And to ensure her special day is extra special, you have not forgotten to provide her with a specific premium surgery voucher, to grant her a free virginity restoration procedure at any clinic in the arcology, at any time of her choosing.
The female soldiers have been issued free paperback copies of old romantic classics as well. All of these slaves are sporting demure lipstick and neatly combed hair. Every cage contains a Free Cities graphic novel omnibus featuring the sexually explicit chronicles of a Gender Fundamentalist slave.
On request the slavegirls wear bunny outfits or classic Old World barmaid getups along with lipstick to maximize their appeal. They also give handjobs on demand to the soldiers while they drink, and sometimes flash soldiers that walk by if business is slow. Housed soldiers no longer need to clean up after themselves at all, and when the slave-maids aren't making the beds, they are warming them. However, these are not slaves, but rather qualified maintenance specialists and quartermasters who have been sufficiently compensated for their now-mandatory lack of dress.
The slavegirls are giving out soft drinks and blowjobs in equal measure while the commanders run their ops, and even now you can see one kneeling between the legs of a sitting logistics officer as he reviews supply shipment reports for this month. There is a small kitchen with a few chefs and waitresses, and a wall-sized wallscreen TV overlooking a dining room surrounded by discreet bedrooms; this is a place where the many romantics of the Firebase are invited to enjoy dinner and a movie as they and their dates sample the newest recreational substances the drug lab has invented.
To celebrate this, every vehicle hull has been decorated with a beautiful high-resolution pin-up illustration of a unique, sexy, sassy, scantily-clad lady with her name and thus that vehicle's name drawn right next to her. Well-stocked juice bars occupy the hangar's busier corners, while the bathroom's many stalls are kept spotless by a well-staffed janitorial outfit. An inviting but expensive deli-grocery shop and adjacent ATM machine lie near the entrance too, their clean presentation almost beckoning to the staff and pilots of the hangar to enter.
The individual aircraft are referred to as 'female' so as to acknowledge their beauty and their subservience to the will of their operators. High Resolution colorful pin-up girls adorn the exteriors of every aircraft in use via advanced and interactive motion illustration wallpapers, with every individual aircraft having a bodacious, responsive, and unique mascot character representing it. Therefore, some of the enemy units that find themselves targeting your aircraft at close range are sometimes reluctant to open fire upon them, not desiring to destroy such lovely ladies.
Matrimony makes its home here. The stage itself is just an elevated platform flanked by majestic arches, but atop it is a large pulpit from which the ordained officer guides the soon-to-be newlyweds through the wedding ceremony.
In front of the stage are a few polished chairs and ornately clothed tables. During actual wedding nights the larger of the tables are used for holding drinks, foods, and wedding cake, and during such events there will be all manner of jovial wedding games held. This sandy layering is fortified with numerous heavy tank traps, huge boulders, and camouflaged pillboxes, and although your vehicle units have nothing to fear from these obstacles, an invading opponent will not.
As sexual exclusivity and romantic attachment have grown, public nudity and public sex between soldiers have been on the decline. A stronger priority has been placed on couples' privacy as a result. Finally, more and more army wives are finding themselves pregnant, and some have already given birth.
The children of Firebase couples are prized and raised by the entire community. Their entire childhood are a diversified, 'slow burn' form of training. By the time they are adolescents, every child will have has an excellent physical, vocational, and military education involving dozens of seasoned mentors. By the time they are adults, they've gotten a damn god sexual education too, and several enviable job prospects in both the Firebase and the wider arcology.
This familial innovation you've introduced has formed a core part of life in the firebase community. She's decided to give motherhood a shot, and surprisingly she even keeps a few dresses in her collection for when she goes on outings with them. The children are all named after different people she's deserted her old world army with in the past. They idolize their mother and try to imitate her as much as they can. Her soldiers know to give them a wide berth, and to do their part in keeping them out of the many unsavory and hazardous parts of The Firebase.
Still very much a prototype, and still far too expensive for any sort of widespread use, it is available only in small, specially ordered quantities. One such quantity has been gifted to the Colonel, via a sealed serum syringe package.
If, one day, The Colonel decides that she trusts you enough to inject the battery of syringes into her bloodstream, she will experience a complete bodily rejuvenation, free from any kind of surgery or artificial modification. At any rate, the Colonel was genuinely impressed that you and your people believe in the Purism ideal enough to make an actual medical innovation based on it. It is not even kept in storage for long, often being cooked and served within hours of arriving, for optimal freshness.
It is all healthy too, with plentiful salads, fruits, and vegetables served at every turn. None of these slaves have breast, butt, or lip implants of any kind. Slaves are made to drink large amounts of thoroughly filtered water everyday, and each morning, every captive interred here is given a soapy sponge and a hand towel and made to make the facility spotless, at gunpoint.
Purity in all forms is the pervasive reality here. The effects are felt everywhere, but are most clearly felt in the common area, where the air takes on a whole new level of crispness and clarity.
It feels very pleasant to be here, and the new recruits often comment on it as they sip water drawn from the new alkaline water dispensers located throughout the commons alongside the new indoor plants.
The filters and new water dispensers are all surrounded by lush, slave-tended flora as well, giving the Firebase a luxuriant appearance altogether.
Each room is well stocked and soundproofed for total serenity, and the massage tables have a hole near their centers that allow them to double as 'milking' tables too. Soothing live music is being played by a professional musician in the background while a platoon files in to get equipped, setting them into a peaceful mindset before they head off to fight their little war. Meanwhile, a set of powerful but pleasant calming incense sticks burn in each corner of the place, slowly but forcefully easing their anxiety.
Next to the central quartermaster's booth are a group of large meditation mats for several simultaneous squad-level group mediation sessions. It all comes together to create an optimal environment, free of all toxicity and fear. Potted plants and flowerbeds occupy quite a bit of the floorspace, the area has a lovely smell overall. There is even a modest micro water fountain set up on the coffee table. Where appropriate, the equipment and surfaces of the area are painted in calming green, brown, and blue hues as well, solidifying the focus on nature.
The ceiling above has a stunning nighttime sky painting as well, giving the aesthetic impression that the command center is actually part of the great outdoors. Every detail of the slaves' vitals are monitored closely for every hour they spend in the pits, and every slave that manages to emerge from their pit is a new creation indeed.
This allows the drones to integrate better into many different terrain types in preparation for ambushes or assaults. The entire garage floor is covered in a thick blanket of sand, complete with small sand dunes, patches of marram grass, rocky outcroppings, an enormous overhead fluorescent light fixture to mimic the sun, and even an artificial breeze from powerful new air filtration systems. Work stations are protectively sectioned off with hand-crafted wooden palisades, and vehicles are tended to on raised wooden platforms meant to help keep the sand out of the machinery.
Meanwhile tiny communities of crabs, lobsters, frogs, and other natural amphibians gravitate towards the small refillable pool installed next to the far wall of the building. Every ground vehicle is camouflaged extremely well, with a hefty reserve supply of custom handmade and semi-adhesive frost, mud, foliage, rubble, and many other forms of concealment kept on stock at all times to tailor the appearance of each vehicle precisely to the mission.
The staff of the garage are some of the best vehicle camouflage outfitters in the world, and your ground vehicles are often not spotted by enemy combatants until it is far too late. It is a lively place, and spaces that are not filled with clean and filtered air are rather filled with the smell of burning hemp and soft melodic music. The hangar's breakroom has become a yoga room, complete with hired instructors, and the various workstations often feature little potted plants that have been given pet names by the staff.
Moss and vines are covering many of the walls in the hangar, with overgrowth being regularly pruned by on-slaves when there are no other duties to perform. The same can be said for the weeds that frequently crop up throughout the facility. They are maintained and flown with a very low carbon footprint and heat signature thanks to the domestically-made custom fuels and engine systems employed to keep the Firebase's impact on the natural environment minimal.
The lush botanical gardens grow proudly before the entrance of the common area, and they are sight of behold. Trees, bushes, and flowers in a dizzying myriad of colors and sizes are arranged here with all the ingenuity of the Firebase's precise and dedicated gardeners and floral hobbyists, who regularly volunteer to prune, water, and weed the garden and supply the special nutrients needed to sustain the plants without authentic sunlight.
This fan-sourced plant project is a fine testament to the beauty of nature's organic design. However, for an invading opponent, this place will be anything but serene. The few patches of tall grass or thick mud, rows of flowery bushes, lively swamps, or alcoves of blossoming trees may contain anything from punji traps, to tripwire explosives, to natural predators, to hidden gunner nests.
Departing or returning troops can safely pass using the explosives-rigged, sniper-guarded roadway the circumvents all of this, but your enemies have no such luck. Everyone here has had their bodies picked clean of implant s and tattoos, but the purity does not stop there.
The troops have abandoned many substances considered unnatural, and they only consume alcohols, tobaccos, and opiates that are homegrown and processed within the Firebase under the very strictest of hygienic conditions. Even more impressive are the sub-contracted flash-cloning modules employed within the Firebase's intensive care facilities; great pains are taken to replace battle-damaged body parts with vat-grown copies as needed.
Longevity and Harmony seem to be strong personal priorities for most individuals here, and this is visible in the way they treat themselves and their environment. She seems to be taking much better care of herself too. You do not see her drinking or drugging as frequently as she used to, and she even uses a lot more 'All Natural' products than before.
Utilizing extreme bio-mechanical prototypes, and being far too expensive for widespread use, it is offered only to select VIP's Such as the Colonel, who has already been gifted a paperback manual detailing exactly what her slot-reserved surgery will entail and provide. If, one day, The Colonel decides that she trusts you enough to consent to the procedure, she will experience a complete bodily transformation, free from many weaknesses of flesh.
Its reputable surgeon frequently speaks to your troops about her services for both male and female clients, and often tells stories to anyone interested about how she successfully pulled off some of the more extreme procedures the Free Cities are now notorious for. Quite a few of your soldiers now sleep naked and eschew the use of blankets.
They have interesting new skin colors as well. Every surface and door features small motion-sensitive adjustable lights too, illuminating every inch of the armory and forcing troops to take note of the small details in their war gear. As a final touch, the female staff members assigned to the armory have been given obvious breast implants. This is an armory of the future. Thick and high voltage power cords, electrical wires, and reinforced fiber-optic cables are ran and draped all over the command center's floors, walls, and tables.
They are only kept in line by dozens of channel raceway mounts placed throughout. Large and powerful new heavy computing and printing machinery can be seen and heard running intensively all around as the staff put them to constant use. Every detail of the slaves' vitals are monitored closely for every hour they spend in the pods, and every slave that manages to emerge from their pod is a new creation indeed. The entire garage floor is covered in a thick layer of water, complete with hoses and drains, shallow water fishes, rows of standardized fluorescent lighting, and even a powerful breeze that is felt every time the main entrance 'ramp' of the 'well deck' is lowered to allow entry or exit for both personnel and vehicles.
Work stations are sectioned off with pre-fabricated synthetic walls, and vehicles are tended to on heavy hydraulic platforms that can be raised at will to assist crews in their repairs. Meanwhile, captured crabs, lobsters, frogs, and other natural amphibians are grilled regularly at the community barbeque that is set up at the far wall of the facility. Every ground vehicle is fitted with a hefty retractable amphibian kit complete with floatation and propulsion mounts, wide tracks or tires to enable operation in artic and swamp environments, and a remarkable degree of automation.
These expensive augmentations are made to allow each vehicle to rapidly adapt to just about any mission requirement in the field, and transition from one combat environment to another without losing operational momentum. It is a controlled environment, and there are few spaces that are not flooded with screen lights from one information display or another.
The hangar's breakroom has become an additional flight control room, complete with additional specialists that help coordinate landing and repair efforts and maximize overall efficiency. Meanwhile, primitive nanite colonies originally intended for autonomous wall and floor repair are now covering many of the walls in the hangar, with nanite overgrowths that frequently crop up throughout the facility being regularly pruned by dedicated teams of search-and-destroy slaves.
They are maintained and flown with a very high carbon footprint and heat signature thanks to the domestically-made custom nuclear-powered engine systems employed to ensure that the Firebase's air power is extremely capable. The brightly backlit transformation tower stands arrogantly before the entrance of the common area, and it is a sight of behold.
Inside the tower, Robotic arms featuring finely-calibrated surgical instruments and independent AI operational systems whirr overhead in a dizzying variety. Those who enter always leave exactly one hour later, physically transformed in some manner, be it minor or major. The Firebase's precise and dedicated machinists and hacker hobbyists regularly volunteer to mod, update, and debug the devices here and keep it supplied with all the synthetic parts needed to continue making modifications to those who enter.
This fan-sourced mathematical masterpiece a fine testament to the wonders of artificial design. However, for an invading opponent, this place will be anything but welcoming. The few 'houses', 'shops', 'diners', and other structures feature anything from explosives-rigged cars parked outside, to hidden snipers, to hidden anti tank teams. Everyone here has taken on some level of personal enhancement; Faces and other body parts surgically lifted, breasts and buts shaped up with implants for the ladies, and plenty of personalized tattoos abound.
Even more impressive are the sub-contracted bionic installation modules employed within the Firebase's intensive care facilities; great pains are taken to replace battle-damaged body parts with domestically-manufactured replacements as needed. Evolution and Progress seem to be strong personal priorities for most individuals here, and this can be seen in the way they push themselves to become When she's not properly dressed, your trained eye can detect that her tits and ass are just a little too round and perfect nowadays to be fully natural.
Nevertheless, she's happier with the way she looks now, and so are you. The first vial of the powerful Benjamin Serum, when metabolized, will radically reverse the aging processes of the body, so as to gradually halt and then continuously reverse all of the effects of aging within the user. After enough years have passed, and the user is on the verge of regressing back towards adolescence or even childhood, they can ingest the second vial to restore their body back to normal functioning.
Surprisingly enough, The Colonel has already taken the first vial, and is already looking a bit younger for it. You eagerly await the passing of years, so as to see just how far back The Colonel will allow her age to regress. You've always wanted to see what she looked like as a younger woman. In general, it all looks and sounds very fun to eat, and some of the foods are quite sweet. Some of the porn even features participants of questionable age. They like to chatter amongst themselves in their scant time off-duty.
Those found wanting are surgically corrected. Each cage features a vibrant Free Cities comic omnibus that makes light of the daily realities of slavery. The colorful designs make playful parodies of both the activities that go on at each respective surface, and the stationed slaves providing these services. Some of it even spoofs the troops themselves, all in good humor. One of the artists was even brave enough to draw a parody of The Colonel herself, and he even drew it on a table near her pavilion.
Rows of gaming stands and arcade machines bring joyful noise to the Barracks as troops flock here to spend their off time on surprisingly innocent fun. The only slaves here are the numerous attendants staffing the concessions stands in the corner, giving out warm baked treats and sweets to those that approach.
Across from each of them is a weathered but surprisingly comfortable plush sofa, where soldiers sip sodas or beers and smoke light sundries while they finish preparing their weapons and armor. The lockers and walls of the armory are also painted with some graffiti designs painted onto them by the troops themselves.
On a large operations table, you see lots of painted 28mm miniatures sprawled out over a tactical map, obviously representing friendly and opposing forces the troops may soon encounter. Oddly enough, on some days there are also some potato chips, dice, rulers, and even 'rulebooks' on this operations table as well.
Oddly enough, visitors are encouraged to strip down and enter the fountain directly, to just soak their whole bodies in it for a time. Even more oddly than this is the fact that those that emerge from the fountain report miraculously having smoother skin, fewer pains, better vision, and more energy. Has the drug laboratory mastered the secrets of youth? When stealth is required, these flying canvasses are simply covered in miniature camo nets to subdue the intense color. Graffiti is everywhere here; on the walls, on the tables, and even on the many mechanical tools and utensils applied in daily use.
At the end of every month, each of the walls are cleared out with white paint make space for new creations. Each garage staff member employed here has worked both their technical and aesthetic artistry on various parts of both the garage and several of the vehicles it contains, with the use of various paints, aerosols, chalks, and stencils that the garage keeps impressive stocks of.
Also, any piece of furniture or gear that is even slightly damaged or out of date is replaced immediately too, meaning that the garage always looks 'new'. Of course, loud music is on play throughout the garage, and every duty station has a different musician's works on their speakers. Parties are usually held whenever a new shipment of replacement vehicles arrives, or better yet, a new shipment of high-tech acquisitions meant to replace older vehicle platforms.
So-called 'Legacy' systems are scorned for their advanced age, and both the maintenance crews and the vehicle crews regularly draw lots to determine who will operate on them next. Crews and passengers are treated to the sight of the mechanics' handiwork every time they enter their vehicles. For combat operations where stealth and discretion are required, these are obscured by whatever camouflage materials are chosen, but in most raids and assaults these bright and daring prints are on proud display - and are often the last thing opposing forces ever see.
The strapping young flight technicians and pilots are very ambitious, and work hard to showcase their skills to their peers and superiors and get promoted so that they can start making more money.
Of course, said money is spent on better gadgets and apparel; maintenance crews like to buy shiny and newly released repair implements to use and show off on the job, while pilots like to get their hands on ever-better flight suits and amenities to affix into their aircraft's cockpit.
Every pilot like to personalize their cockpit, treating it as a second home. Of course, these 'messages' are transparent from inside the craft and do not impede the pilot's field of vision in any way, but to your enemies, these juvenile taunts are often the last thing they see before they die. Here soldiers and staff of all ages and stripes are welcome to give their all and spend time to practice or invent some new moves and cool tricks on their skateboards, roller skates, or wheel-heels.
They sometimes even have impromptu campfires if the Firebase scouts occupying them have returned from their field exercises. These campsites act as listening posts that monitor incoming and outgoing traffic concerning the arcology, and if attacked, they can be abandoned and later replaced very quickly and easily.
Gossip and constant comparison between troopers is rife, a every soldier is vested in their interest in the latest 'tacti-cool' fashions, footwear, and equipment. Younger soldiers are prized for their mileage and potential, and given special care and attention when they first enlist.
Run the compile. I realize this might not be the place to ask this question, but is there actually a goal to Free Cities? I mean while there are events in the game to play though, a lot of it is a sandbox to play around in.
Like Juxtaterrestrial said, its pretty much a sandbox. In the PregMod game creation menu, you can select some other mods, like cyber force, aswell that add more game content and some end game situations. It would be awesome if someone in this community decided to take this on as a mod project! I absolutely love this game and wish it was still being worked on.
Anyone know how the broodmother implant works? This happens when they are perfectly healthy, have no current pregnancies, and indeed do not possess any features which should interfere with the implant…I think.
As the in game Wiki has no comments, I turn to my fellow players for answers. When you go the penthouse and open the wardrobe in the sidebar you can unlock some stuffing content. Which results in weight gain and more Porn publicising options. Also when you have high enough reputation or follow the hedonistic future society you unlock some solid snacks that are very addictive. If anyone can give me some advice, how do you build and maintain reputation in this game?
Free Cities and Preg Mod Projects. Happy slaving.
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