"Rebellion of 2234" Chapter 3-Family Ties

Trice was in his living quarters. The walls were painted black, he had black shades, and his lights dimmed during the night. He had his computer in case he was looking at his plans or designs or just spying on the opposition. He had his living room, his bed room, and his bathroom and kitchen. It was all basic.

As he got up from the couch he walked into the bed room. He went to a dresser and took out a picture. "..Chelsea....how could I have sent you in there? How could I have risked all that five years ago. I'm sorry...my daughter..." He said lowly.

Chelsea was sitting in her own quarters in deep thought when Kara came busting in her room. Chelsea was startled and stood up quickly. "Kara what's wrong!?" Chelsea asked in a panic tone. Kara had a shocked look on her face as she spoke. "We decrypted the disc you gave me. And you will not believe what we found out!" Kara motioned for Chelsea to follow and Chelsea did.

The two made it to the labs and Chelsea was shocked when she found out what was on the disc. A scientist looked at her.

"Are you alright Chelsea?" The scientist asked.

"I'm fine. I...just can't believe it!" Chelsea exclaimed.

"That's right. The disc contains recorded messages from Mecha suits. And on this one disc, we have the blue prints on how to MAKE a Mecha suit. The same style. We could even enhance it now that we know how to make it."

Chelsea nodded. "How long would it take to make them?"

"Yeah, we are sort of missing the Cheifs of Staff...here." Kara said, butting in.

The Scientist nodded. "It would take us maybe three months tops to get each individual part made. So figure six months total for it to be complete. Unless we made a smaller version that had a smaller fuel core. But that would reduce the strength drastically."

"How drastically?!" Kara and Chelsea asked in unison, both excited.

"We wouldn't have as many weapons, and our abilities would be shortened. We'd be able to withstand heat and radiation, but we wouldn't be able to install jet packs. BUt we would be able to match their strength physically with these new suits. And we would be able to go into deep depths of water if we needed too."

Kara nodded and before Chelsea could say anything, she said "Then get to work on making those. That is a direct order from the second in command of this army." The scientist nodded and the Kara led Chelsea out.

Chelsea looked at Kara. "Are you sure about this Kara? I mean what are we going to do with Rick and the Cheifs of Staff captired?" Kara gave a thin smile. "Break them out."

Rick was still chained up in the Mecha Prison. He was hungry, tired, and freezing. There was a hole in his cell that was letting a draft through. The Cheifs of Staff were not talking. They felt too ashamed to talk.

Rick sighed as he stood there, wondering what was going to happen next. But then, his question was answered when Mason, along with a about eight guards came in. The guards opened the cells to Rick and the Cheifs of Staffs' cells. Rick was stabbed in the chest with the pikes, this time, the electric discharge was set higher, adding more pain. He fell to his knees, and two of them were jabbed into his neck. He fell to the ground hard. He watched as the others were treated just like him. And as he tried to get up, everything went dark. And he was out cold.

Trice stood in the room they used for traitors and Prisoners of War. This room was large, and there was one window. There was a large computer screen with many controls, and there was an area in the center of the floor in the room that looked like it could open up. Victor came in and grinned. "Trice, Mason is bringing them here now." Trice nodded with a grin.

Trice and Victor were both wearing nothing but black boots, and black pants. This was a time for them to have their revenge. But perhaps they could also persuade these people to call off the war and make ammends for what they have done. Trice watched as shadows came through the doorway, bringing with them, the Prisoners of War.

Rick and the Cheifs of Staff were placed all in a line, their hands chained with the same restraints that were used to keep them up against the walls. Rick Kincaid looked around and then saw Trice. Trice looked at the line of men. "Ah, you are all awake. Good. I ask you now to make ammends for the war you started. And I am only asking once." Rick was about to speak when Paul spoke. "Fuck you Mecha! This war is your fault!" Trice shook his head. "A pity you feel that way." He nodded to Mason, who pressed a series of buttons on the computer panel and the floor beneath Rick and the others opened. Below them was a pit of snakes, Rick noticed, that were all Anacondas and Boa Constrictors and five or six dozen rattle snakes all waiting for them. The crevace in the floor was much deeper than the snakes could reach. But it would take only moments for them to be in range of the snakes. Rick looked at the snakes. "...Hope you sons of bitches like fighting your meal..." he said outloud with the sound of lost hope in his voice.

[To be continued...]
[Next: Chapter 4-An Exiled Mecha Strikes]