[b][i]Mission Three - Assault on Jinghong Dam: Special GM Post[/i][/b]

[b]Jinghong Dam - 10/25/2022, 8:30 UTC+8[/b]

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[i]Originally Ishtar in Rin's body from Fate/Grand Order, now Ai Chen.[/i][/center]

Ai Chen was the Rooster of the Zodiac, and Warden of the 'prison farms' that now dotted the area immediately downstream from Jinghong Dam, where she and Huo Ren, her occasional 'consort', had been stationed in anticipation of the ASEAN attempt to rescue the PoWs that were no more than slave labor now; [i]her[/i] slave labor. 

Patrolling the air on her Noble Arm, a recurve bow of gold and lapis lazuli so big that she can ride it like a vehicle, she shamelessly stared at the laborers' glistening backs; she had mandated that in exchange for decent food and sanitation, the prisoners were to wear only their shock collar and a pair of shorts (with chest wraps for women). This resulted in a most pleasant view in her opinion as she flew over the fields and hills where crowds of prisoners were harvesting rice, peanuts, and peas from the green and brown ground, which also grew a host of other crops she didn't care about and were being gathered up too. 

There was no danger of food theft; their collars sparked with electricity should their mouths move too close to the food - Having their own microchip plants was an asset in these trying times.

Spotting a flash of red hair below, she soared a little downwards to look at their new prisoner, [i]Amadeo Balagtas[/i], the Filipino Arms Master Jason had brought in during that 'disruption operation' in Angeles City. He had been interrogated most harshly by Huo Ren when Jason had gone back to Russia where he belonged, and now the young man was bearing numerous marks of harsh treatment on his back, chest, biceps, and abs, marks that had multiplied when he had foolishly refused to accept her and Huo's 'interest' in him. Now as the price of his defiance, he was being forced to haul rocks in a wheelbarrow away from the fields and onto a dump site alone, but it was clear he wouldn't give way... Yet.

Oh, well, she can play the long game, and it wasn't like there weren't plenty of captives of both sexes to choose from in the meantime, assuming ASEAN's 'Task Force Obsidian' failed to take advantage of the New Moon tonight. But right now, it was time to watch over the large, bungalow-like barracks where the prisoners were housed at night and their larger, blockier counterparts for the guards, the watch posts meant to prevent escape, and the barbed wire fences, ditches, and minefields that surrounded the very edge of the 'prison farms'; a grim reminder that escaping was just not viable even with Noble Arms.

And of course, she had a canister containing one of Jason's viruses, strapped to her gold and ebony-colored bikini's belt, as a trump card, just in case every countermeasure failed. What a shame that bastard was loyal to the memory of the wife he himself killed; he was a looker underneath that mask...

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