I was ready for a rough landing. Luckily, there was a large sandy beach on the western side of the island. "Brace yourselves. This will be a bumpy landing." the cyborg warned. I did brace as it jumped and jolted. It damaged the landing gear. Other than some slight bruising, we were all fine. We got out of the plane and were on the island. I clapped my hands to get everyone's attention. "There are five of us, so we can't split up evenly. 08927, Mason and I will go around the beach to scout it out." I then pointed to the trees and said "Paul and Brett can look over there. Maybe you can find something good for us to set up camp." They nodded and left to explore. I turned to the cyborg and gave him a sniper rifle that shot that shot toxic rounds, 2 flame swords, a handgun shooting poison rounds, portable energy generator and a large ammo pack. His eyes went wide. "This is the gear that leader uses. I can't believe it." he said as he cherished them. We then walked the perimeter of the beach together. We would be attacked from a mechanized fish creature or a mutated animal.
Killing them when they sprung out at us was easy. It seemed this was just the lowest level of enemies that would spawn at this distance to the sea and island. Both Paul and Bret were probably fine as long as they kept their wits about them. The west and south was sandy. The east was rocky and led to a large cliff. It was way too steep for us to climb. We had to go back. When we finished where we started, Paul and Brett were waiting for us. "There is a lot of crazy mutant animals." Brett said. "We did find a place to stay. Follow us." They then led us through the forest. Brett and Paul led us to a stone path about 3 minutes in. The path led up to a large courtyard. On the other end of the courtyard was a large 3 story manor. "Seems like there is some electricity and lots of space." Paul said. Not only was it a giant mansion, it was fortified. I looked around and said "I guess we should get the radio and call for the others to come here." Paul said he would go do it. Once he was gone, it was no surprise to me that Brett got bored and started hitting on the PEP unit. He had no interest in Brett.
Like I was thinking, the PEP unit shot him down. "I don't have the semen replicator. There is no pleasure I get from me using my dick. There is no way that I am giving a human my ass. Even when I am doing it there, it's just a small tingle." Brett frowned and said "I was asking about your dick, dude. You didn't have to be so harsh. You do know we're all in this for the long haul. You don't have an X-frame, so you are in the same boat as us." That was a true statement. The Volition Clan leader had already made it clear that he viewed the lower tier PEP units as trash and inferior. The only reason the 2 ones he bred in the competition got to have X-frames and come was because incubating new members was seen as useful. Even if they could not keep them, it was a worthy task to gain their full membership in the clan. This unit was not so lucky. He was not useful. He did not even have the good deed of incubating a PEA unit to claim his worth to the clan. That was not what the proud cyborg wanted to hear. He went to the opposite end of the courtyard to sulk. We just let him go do that.
Minutes passed before Paul returned. "I called them in. All we need to do is use the flares to get them to see where we are." he said. He handed each of us a flare gun. I was ready to use it. Flares always looked cool when in a show or movie. We went down to the beach and waited near the radio. All of the X-frames could latch onto the signal for us to communicate with them. That was good. Not only were we dealing with our clan, but Volition Clan as well. That was over 20 X-frames coming over here. I hoped that no one noticed it. There would also be 8 on the nearby island. We were more than well defended, so it was fine. The ones on the island for Location A might not be as secure. I did not care much for them, but I did not want them to be killed off either. When they said they could see the islands, we shot the flares in the air for them to find us. One X-frame landed in front of us. "What are you doing here!? This is a specific mission from the transmission hub." It was a female model from the A-cup breasts and hips. "An XF-13F model!" our pilot said. It was black and deep purple.