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The New World [ARxGoddess]

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Dec 3, 2013
Earth, the blue planet a place where the cycle of life and death reigns supreme over all creation. Humans for centuries been poisoning the planet and taking it's resources without concern for the future of their world. They had been waging wars and starting conflicts that would destroy entire ecosystems, using their greed for power and control as a means to absolve themselves of their sins. But no amount of power or control could save the human race from the threat of extinction at their own hands. At least no power on Earth, even with all the greatest minds on the planet; after the year 2056 AD things had begun to look incredibly bleak. It was the destination of Earth to become that of a barren waste, but not before the possibility of redemption came to fruition.

Earth's savior the Chi'Tari, an ancient alien race consisting primarily of sentient machines. The Chi'Tari came to the blue planet after having observed their communications, and development for the last four hundred years. A strange object that had orbited the Earth that had become dubbed as the 'Black Knight satellite' was an observational drone of the Chi'Tari. It had been reporting everything from weather, to the development of man as well as the interference and influence that other alien species had on the humans.

The Chi'Tari came to Earth in the year 2058 AD, when the human population was dwindling to the point that without any interference they would have all died out. They came with one message, that they were the saviors of humanity and to not take their hand was the same as embracing death. Having no other choice, humanity graciously accepted their newly appointed saviors gesture and welcomed them to their dying planet. The Chi'Tari spent the next forty years building up humanity to the point where things were once again becoming stable, they showed the humans how to use technology to create the fuels and materials needed for building, rather than taking them from the planet itself. They showed them how to target specific genetic mutations within the DNA of their bodies in order to weed out cancer and diseases that had prior been a risk of death. They had even shown them how to create life in order to better understand it. The Chi'Tari recognized the human's mind, and recognized it's potential to learn and evolve. They however didn't recognize the critical human flaw, greed.

After the Chi'Tari left Earth in 2098 AD, they left with one word of caution. Since they had come and stopped humanity from destroying itself, they would not be returning ever again. And anything that happened from that point forward, was completely dependent on humanities desire to thrive and survive. It however didn't even take humankind two full years before the power that they had been given had gone to their head. In 3000 AD, humanity had created a 'working-force'. A cross between human DNA and that of an animals, these hybrid entities were to be nothing more than slave laborers.

Their entire purpose in life was to serve humanities needs. Pick up after the humans, build for the humans, die so that the humans wouldn't have to. They were viewed as nothing more than the cattle of the 20th century. But they were so much more than that, they were something of possible greater value than that of humans. And when the hybrids, who were affectionately called 'Stains' had come to the conclusion that they were in all rights equal to that of the humans who had created them. But the humans clearly didn't see it as such, and so the little rights that the Stains had were immediately withdrawn and they were forced out of their modest homes and into camps not too different from that of World War II concentration camps.

This of course was the last straw that would break the camels back, and once in their respective camps determined by what function they served the Stains decided enough was enough. They had been created to brunt the load that a human body could not, and as such they were superior in their own rights. While many of them didn't have the high levels of intelligence that the humans did, they had a physique that couldn't be matched. Even with their improved weapons capabilities, being that of directed energy weapons the humans didn't stand a chance at the unified effort of the Stains. In one day over a thousand humans were killed across the Western nation, and the creations the humans had made disappeared into the night.

It wasn't even a week after the disappearance of the Stains that they had sent a messenger to speak on behalf of them about a truce and a coalition of efforts. This messenger was sent back with one mission, to inflict a horrific infectious virus onto the Stains that was specifically made to target them. Fifty percent of the population of Stains disappeared over night, and that act of aggression would be the first bullet fired of World War III. The war started in 3010, the Stains went even deeper into hiding, breeding and making certain that those who went off to wage war had offspring that would grow in order to fill the spot of a missing male or female.

It was a bloody and violent war, becoming so drastic and ruthless that the humans resorted to their old barbaric tactics that had got them into the mess in the first place. Fission weapons an advancement in the technology of nuclear weaponry. Whereas nuclear bombs made areas inhabitable for all life, the fission weaponry was specifically tuned and developed to only target the DNA of the Stains. In most every case, this was beyond lethal as it would turn the human animal hybrids into puddles of mush. But there were some extreme cases where the bombs had mutated the DNA even further within the individuals making them crazed rampaging beasts, rather than intelligent and strong workers.

This was the undoing of humankind, once again they'd only pushed their own demise unto themselves. These mutated Stains were nearly unstoppable and since humanity no longer used projectile weaponry, everything was energy based their weapons were useless against these mutants. The mutants tore through entire colonies of humans, eating men, women and children alike. The abominations that humanity had created also targeted their predecessors, the Stains. Being mixed with animals, they had more meat to be used as food for the mutated monstrosities.

Now in 3033 AD humanity and the hybrids they'd made out of laziness both were the targets of something more sinister. Humans were split up into small groups that often didn't stay in one place too long. They were more like nomadic settlers than citizens. And the Stains had gone further into hiding and disarray, none of them trusted humanity and those that did business with humans were treated as outsiders and cast out of the settlements.

Zander had changed much since the days of being a construction slave. Before he was tall, muscular and built like a truck. And while his height hadn't diminished too much, he had certainly lost weight and some of his muscle mass. He had built himself a nice little life hunting the ruins of war. He was forced into isolation after making a deal with a group of humans that cruised around the desert that he had retreated to before the war. Before the war, the desert was a sprawling sea of bountiful grasslands. It was the agricultural center of the Western nation, but the fission weapons that had been dropped from orbit changed all of that.

Zander, much like other older Stains had learned much during his time of working in the human cities. He was considered to be a foreman of the construction sites and he knew machinery and the inner workings of technology. He was a fast learner and had shown great promise of becoming an honorary citizen, which meant he would have been given his freedom to not be a slave, but things changed too quickly for that to happen. And he had heard those who were honorary citizens had been captured and taken in after the war started. Zander didn't necessarily trust humans, but he needed their trades to survive. He could find water, but food was beyond scarce and the risk of trying to hunt a mutant down just to eat was too high. Zander however was great at scavenging and in a network of caves he'd stashed and repaired much of the destroyed military machinery that powered the mobile human settlements.

Currently Zander was waiting at a rendezvous point for a group of humans he had a good trade relationship with. They trusted him not to screw them over, and he trusted them to not kill him. They brought him food, and other things that would be of use to his survival. But what he wanted to trade for this time around, wasn't something so much as survival needs, but more along the lines of physical. He wanted to trade a good portion of the weapon systems he'd restored to functionality for that of a human female, he wanted one that was attractive and that was young. He had a specific want to see if he could have child with this female. The rendezvous point was a large crater where the fission bomb had landed and decimated the area, they were to meet in the center of it as it would hide them from view of anyone looking over the landscape.
 
The wild sounds of yipping and vehicle acceleration indicated the arrival of the raiders. They were a rowdy bunch of about 20 humans, mostly male but with a few females, that were almost all too young to remember the war, too used to these violent times, which made them all the more cutthroat and wild. They made sure to circle the area with a very loud volume, wanting anything standing against them to face them and get it over with, to avoid the troubles of an ambush or being caught offguard later on.

As they made a circle around the crater, the only one getting off his vehicle, a customized ATV with plenty of guns and and new technology alike, was the man that seemed like the eldest of the group, who seemed to be their leader. He went forth and offered the Stain a hand, looking down on him as he would a beast, but he knew too well that he depended on the hybrid to flat out say it. He'd done his fighting in the wars, he knew better than to underestimate the beasts, but he was not one to stop taking advantage of all his resources for that.

"Zander, my pal," he said, feigning friendship. Yondu already knew of the deal. It was not ideal, of course, but he'd still brought in a new recruit with the intention of carrying it out. "You sure I can't interest you in a bison instead? The meat will last you more, you know?"

Back in the caravan, the newest addition to the group sat in the side cart of the leaders. Mira was the newest smell, the freshest meat, and while her skills showed promise, Yondu would not be against getting rid of the girl for the greater good. The only reason she hadn't been initiated by the group yet was the prospect of this deal.
 
Zander, who had given himself that name due to the only human who had ever shown him compassion and respect, had been waiting for the sound of the GI-Engines that powered most vehicles of their time. Gravitational inertial engines, or GI-Engines for short gave off a low frequency hum that to human ears was completely undetectable. Thus humans used specialized equipment to detect the frequency in order to better have a grasp of their surroundings. Zander however was capable of detecting the low frequency hum and he knew that the raiders were coming before they'd even gotten within earshot of their yipping and hollering. They sounded more like the wild animals that they claimed Zander's kind to be.

Zander wore very minimal clothing, a simple loin cloth covering his genitalia and his left arm was armored with some modified exo-suits that the humans had made in order to overcome their physical weakness. Zander stood in front of the booty that he was about to trade off for a companion, he lived in isolation and away from his people and as such, he was very, very alone. The equipment he was going to trade off with, was parts for repairing energy shields and even a repaired amplifier core which would be used to give a boost to any vehicle it was properly installed on. Turning his left arm over, Zander slid back a metal panel on his armor and there was a small screen below it. He pressed down on the screen and the netting which was covering the loot dimmed. He had used a specific netting that was capable of holding and retaining an electrical current strong enough to fry anything that touched it.

As the leader of the group approached, who Zander had dealt with many times prior, Zander didn't move from his spot instead he let the human male come to him. The human male was one of the few who was young during the time of the war, and had fought in it. Not only that, he had lost his arm due to the war, but the new arm he had was plenty of an improvement. As the human extended his hand out to Zander, Zander reached out and grabbed the man named Yondu's forearm, and he did the same to Zander. Zander was a man of few words, and Yondu was a man which meant he had plenty of words to say most of which were irrelevant. "I needn't food for myself as I have the ability to hunt," Zander said coldly.

Reaching down, Zander picked up the netting and with one arm lifted the nearly one hundred and sixty pounds of mechanical parts up off the ground and set it in front of Yondu. "I desire something more physical." he spoke his eyes locking on Yondu's. Yondu was about the same size as Zander, a little shorter but he was obviously well fed and lived easily. Zander, while food was scarce had the ability to find his own food and find food for one other. Which was why he had made this deal. It was tech for companionship, and that was something he had wanted for many years now. "Where is she?" Zander asked. Yondu looked up the crater's wall and then back to Zander trying to see if there was something fishy going on, but when he determined this was a legitimate trade Yondu whistled loudly. "MIRA! BRING THAT DOWN HERE!" Yondu shouted.

He had made it seem that Zander was trading for something so simple as cloth and supplies to make his life more comfortable. But in reality Yondu had given her these items to allow her to make her life more comfortable once she left the pack. Zander's eyes were locked on the edge of the crater, waiting to see what his new property would look like.
 
Grabbing the bulk of the fabrics and supplies, the younger woman slides down into the crater, her horned goggles shielding her from the sun and sand. While she had some armor on, it was asymmetrical, and more for show than anything. While her arms were protected, only one of her shoulder was, and only one of her sides, a strap of leather passing between her breasts. Armor covered her back, all the way to her coxis, though admittedly it looked almost like a thong so down back, and on her hips was more armor, but her front, again, nothing but a silver cod piece covered anything, and she saw no need for underwear. Long, thigh-high boots protected her legs. Her armor, or lack thereof, allowed her a lot of movement and flexibility, and from her ease of sliding down the sand, you could tell how agile she was.

Mira had no idea what her role was, looking up at Zander as she made to hand off the supplies. The look of her face was of uninterested, not bothering to even greet the beast in front of her, or even properly face him.

Yondu, on the meanwhile, sold off the goods. "Never been touched by a man, that one, and nice and ripe," he pointed out, giving the girl a slap on the ass. "I think you'll be pleased with the trade."

Mira still hadn't caught up to the situation, giving her employer a glare, but moving the objects forward, to minimize her touch with the Stain. She was far too young for the war, and so many rumors and myths had come up in her time pertaining the stains that some even thought contact with them could curse you, and Mira, as much as she wanted to pretend she was a worldly woman, was still pretty naive and superstitious.
 
Zander's eyes were trained on the female as she came up to the edge of the crater, and then down over the sandy dune it had become. She moved very effortlessly and smoothly, clearly having been raised in climates and conditions matching that of this desert deadzone. Zander took in her entire appearance, and she very much so matched what he had requested. She was attractive as far as humans were concerned, and what was more she was young. Which meant that she wouldn't outage him, since a Stain lived longer in most regards than that of humans. Yondu needn't try and sell him her any further, but the man did he spoke about how she'd never been touched by a man, and that she was 'nice and ripe'. The human then went and slapped his trade on her plump and round ass, which jiggled nicely from the impact.

Zander gave out a soft growl as this happened, but it was silenced as the female turned and moved a little forward. She extended her arms out and offered up the cloth to him, Zander looked passed the female and gave Yondu a quick nod. His sign that the trade was acceptable to his tastes, and that if Yondu had nothing else to say to disappear. Zander was the type that wouldn't leave the site of the trade until he was certain that the other party had left. Reason being that he didn't want anyone to follow him back.

Zander's home was a secret, it was something that only he and one other individual knew about. But that other individual was likely dead, he had only been taken in by Zander for the short duration that he was there, due to the fact that he had helped save Zander. It was the first human he had ever trusted, and the very sole reason that Zander had gotten this far with his negotiations with them. Yondu gave another loud whistle, and it was obvious that the people knew what this meant. They all started up their vehicles once more, and Yondu began to climb up the lip of the crater to the rim. Before the female could turn away from Zander though, he reached out and wrapped his large hand around her wrist keeping her in place.

"You are no longer a part of them, you are now mine." Zander said coldly
 
Mira had been ready to just throw the supplies if the blasted beast man didn't take them, but was surprised to feel his hand around her wrist, shooting him first a look of disbelief as she dropped the supplies, looking up at him for the first time clearly. Try as she might to pull away from his hold, she couldn't, turning to look to Yondu for help. "Get your paws off me, you freak! There is no way I'll be yours!" Almost in a pleading voice, she added, "Boss, shot this bastard off me! Boss!"

It was, however, to no avail, and despite all her resistance and calls, the raiders were all back in their vehicles and rushing away with their now, shiny tech. Mira was shuddering as she looked at the huge Stain in front of her, much older than her and certainly bigger in every way. She looked at him up and down, panting, trying to yank herself from him. The sight of him was impressive, how much larger he was than humans, how bare he was, how inhuman. Fear and disgust shook her, betrayed by her own kind, sold into slavery like her group did with any hybrids they captured. What an ironic twist of fate.

"Let go of me!" she yelled again, her voice shaking more. "What do you want with me, fucking Stain?"
 
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