(Commander Jacksons POV)

Upon getting back to the HQ Jessica was looking at me rather intensely and Tanya had an look of amusement or interested while looking at Jessica, but it seemed like it was a rekindled thing.

"What did I miss?"

"Your little slave there wants to help anyway she can."

Raising an eyebrow at that and look at Jessica, "Really? You may explain."

"Mistress... I want to help no matter what... we are having to fight... my home, but I want to help... I." Jessica seems to stall out.

I walk over to her and pat her head, rustling her hair a bit she seems to calm down under my hand.

"Mistress... please. I want to help anyway I can." She pleads softly.

"What could you do?"

Tanya chimed in at this, "She was asking Kerrigan about Magic." 

"Really?"

Tanya informed me about all that the pair had discussed while I was gone...

"Well then." I say, "We will see about your Classes but now I have a plan."

"What's the plan Commander?" Tanya asks.

"The Feds are getting really annoying so we are going to make a point. Something showy."

"Aka very bloody and terrorist like." Tanya corrects my statement.

"More or less... but that is why I had been saving the RP from fighting the Agents."

Well then opening the recruit menu I was surprised by the amount I had... and instantly went to making my new soldiers

First I need a Support Gunner.

What did I have... in role... Me the Squad leader, Tanya my vice... Kerrigan the Squad Medic, I just made the Support Gunner that four of the six man squad or of the eight man section.

Designated Markswoman. 

Now my three riflemen yes or no, on them having magics... No only specialist should have them... no two riflemen and a Paladin we could do with a walking tank with a shotgun. Sounds more like a Dozer from Payday...

Now for the two Riflemen.

Having Finnish my choices and now Recruit. Damn 14 RP left...

First to appear was the Support Gunner, Yeah as expected she was rather cute she had a blank shirt and long pants, the body armor she had looked like something the police would have since I could only see a front pocket for a plate which seems to be a simple ceramic one, she was holding the MG 3 by the bipod over her shoulder allowing it to rest on her shoulder, Above average body more well upper body strength for the weapon.

Next was the Designated Markswoman

Body armor was the same along with the blank clothes, her build was more leaner than the Support Gunner... more petite. Most likely she was faster and more dexterous, her L129A1 was slung under her arm allowing me to see the simple ACOG sight which seems to be a 2 times... her chest was flatter and if I didn't know that she would be a girl I could have guessed it was a guy.

Next was my Paladin

We heard her appear as her heavy feet crunched the leaves below her. Ignoring the heavy body armor that covered her from neck to thighs, she had knee high boots with stockings and the clothing under her armor looked thicker. She had her Remington held in her right hand with the other taking off her face mask... surprisingly her face was the youngest of them being at most 16.

The last two came together and were twins? Both red heads, both have green eyes and both were 5,2 and both had nice looking faces, but none the less both had their L86s ready to go, their cloths seem form fitting underneath the body armor.

The five bowed to me and said unanimously, "Greetings Goddess."

The Support Gunner continued, "My name is Elke, and I'll be happy to serve." She had a German accent.

Next was the Markswoman, "My name is Isla, and It's an honor to serve." The Scottish sounding woman said and gave another bow.

My Paladin pumped her shotgun sending out a shell casing, "It's Emma Goddess, what can I do to serve?" The American sounding woman said... mid-western accent.

The pair of twins spoke weirdly, "My name is Camille." The one on the left said, "My name is Millie." The right one said and they both spoke, ""How may we serve?""

"Good now... please you can just call me Commander Jackson." I told the new lot.

"Well Jackson what is the plan?" Tanya asked.

I pulled out a map that had several x marks, "Those X marks are where I had detected multiple FRIA members along with their vehicles, and a large numbers of police watching them. The plan is rather underhanded, we are going to attack both the Police and FRIA and hope, well knowing them what's it going to take to have them start shooting each other... our main issue is this." I explain my plan and finally point out the Athtrim Naval base, the only Military presence that could react to us within ten minutes...

"I have no idea about the staff within the base, as far as I could tell is that what ships call that base home is four Destroyers, one light Cruiser and one heavier variant and from the guess about the size is roughly... two to three kilometers in size... from naval bases I've been on, had about one to two thousand personnel and of that about three to six hundred men would be base security or stationed army troops." I informed the soldiers.

""So start a civil war within the City?"" The Twins asked. 

"Yep that is what I'm getting." Tanya said adding.

"Well yes, but I wanted to start hell... I know that the people know that FRIA and the Police are at each others throats, but from my research they have yet to come to blows, what if they do? What would happen in other cities that are just as tense what would happen? Will the FRIA in other cities attack the Police to save themselves and how long will it take for marshal law and for the Military takeovers." 

"What are you trying to do start an actual civil war, to break the Nation?" Isla asked.

"Yes, what would be the bet that the British would gladly jump on them hell maybe someone else might join."

"I don't like this Commander Jackson, to many maybes and ifs, nothing is certain," Elke said, raising something I didn't realize what I had just walked into. "Commander, please don't do this plan it reeks of Barbarossa."

Erh WW2 reference? Was she poking me saying this would most likely fail? Yes my plan was too over zealous... well fuck that was a waste of RP, bah none the less I had been running into problems FRIA is chasing me... it wouldn't be to bad to have back up.

"Commander I know what you want but now we can do something else." Tanya offered something? "We have a 8 man team now we can start actual rebellion actions. If we move north we can raid the road side attacking Police and FRIA members that leave and if need a food truck."

"Start slow and not jump to what amounts to an uprising."

"Agreed Tanya. Alright lets get moving."

With in moments Tanya had the duffle bags strapped to the side of Fenrir and she had mounted him and we started marching north moving to what we knew was the main road that went in and out of Athtrim... 

Our plan that we got will walking was to start doing proper hit and runs. A Police car here a FIRA vehicle there, and if lucky a Military personnel would feel us...

As we walked I opened Jessica's status after Tanya told me how.

/Status/
Name: Jessica Lacks
Race: Erian-Elven
Titles: None
Primary-Class: None [Master may choose Class]
Skills: None
Sub-Class: None
Skills: None

Opening the option to choose Class.

/Jessica's Available Classes/

/Personal Bodyguard; Self-explained by the name, she will be there no matter to save your life to her your life is more important then her own. Her skills will revolve around boosting her skills with weapons and saving you. Later Class could develop into more interesting options/

/Personal Servant; Self-explained by the name, she will be there to serve you hand and foot, pleasing you is her priority. Her skills will revolve around making better food, drinks general things to please any Master or Mistress. Later Class could develop into more interesting options/

/Sex Slave; Self-explained by the name, she will serve you with her body, your pleasure is her only priority. Her skills will revolve around giving you pleasure. Later Class could develop into more interesting options/

/Black Maid; Like a certain Demon butler, her skills will develop around both protecting you and being a hell of a Maid. There is no Classes after this./

Umm. Well I was expecting two of the four... and definitely not Black Maid.

"Well well well." I say aloud catching the attention of the Section, "Jessica you have a interesting choice here."

"Like what?" She asked excitedly, "Please for forgive my excitement."

I share the options with the whole Section became insistent on Black Maid with only Kerrigan and Jessica not getting the reference. 

"What do you all know about it."

""We just do."" The twins answer.

The rest shrugged even Tanya. Although she added that they are similar to what she was, while Tanya was fully created by the Gods, those that I summon are people at more or less souls that are tortured souls that begged for a new life and agreed for this, from different Earths, Times, Dimensions. Plenty of people want a better life. 

It was rather surprising and Confused to me and Jessica who didn't know what the fuck is happening, but they explained it far slower for us...

So outside of Tanya, the people I recruited are just poor souls who said "I wish my life was better/different." at some point in there lives and died, and thusly this... here we are. The whole thing with the Skills and Abilities is just a filter to look for a person with said Skills and Abilities... Weapons and Armor is just the Gods being themselves... aka all powerful and shit or useless depending on who you ask.

"Okay then." I just say simply, allowing my mind to process that info... That is an unexpected information...

I finally picked Jessica's Class well...

A low blue-ish black smoke emerged from the ground and enveloped Jessica her... It happened within second and we didn't expect it and some of the Section aimed at the Smoke the surrounded Jessica.

(Jessica's POV)

As I looked around me, I could barely see out of it but the sudden appearance of the smoke startled everyone...

"What do you want?" A voice asked me...

"Who are you?" I asked as I kept turning on my self...

"Why do you fear me little one?" It asked, "Do you fear that you would fail your Mistress?"

"What do you know of Mistress?" I asked in return.

"More than you little one." It answered, "I have seen her whole life. But the Class she has picked for you my dear. I am needed to give you your first Skill and... a change of clothes."

"What is that?" I asked some what hesitantly.

/One Hell of a Maid; This Skill is both a Passive and Active, when it is Passive you will have a sixth sense of what your Mistress wants from drinks to food and you'll be able to tell when she is in danger. The Active part will increase your fighting prowess and to be able to appear next to your Mistress if she calls for you other wise all other aspects will be enhanced/

'Wow.' I thought, this would help me a lot and my Mistress...

"That isn't the end of it, Little one." The Voice said... "Your change of clothes."

A stool of Smoke erupted from the ground next to me upon it was a maid uniform.

"I must warn you my Little one, once you put it on there is no turning back." The Voice warned me... "The reason why I do so is because you will accept your role in your Mistress's plans."

I paused and looked out towards Mistress Jackson... I felt happy that I was finally going to be useful to her. No matter what I wanted to help and now I can.

"I accept." I said to both the Voice and to myself.

And like that the Clothes on my body disappeared leaving me with only the maid outfit...

A chair of smoke rose next to me allowing to sit down while dressing.

First was the panties and the black stockings which went halfway up my thighs, then was the white shoes.

With the bottom half done I grabbed onto the main part of the uniform, The collar was tight around my neck with elbow length sleeves, and the black dress it's self went to just above my knees... next was the white apron. 

Putting it on was easier then I had thought at first, it fits me well, although I had to roll my sleeves up so I could put the white opera gloves on as they nearly were as long as my arms...

After rectifying that and rolling my sleeves back down I was really happy... I don't know why just a joy to finally be something...

"One last thing." The Voice said.

A head band appeared in the smoky stool. Grabbing it and placing it upon my head I felt complete. Looking up I found a mirror showing me in full from head to toe...

"Wow." I muttered, The outfit hugged my body while showing off my body at the same time... The strangest thing was that only my face was shown no other part of my body had exposed skin... and yet I felt naked...

"Are you ready to show your Mistress the new you?" The Voice asked.

Looking at the mirror again the last parts of my old life, life as a citizen of Erian, as a student, hell as a person that dared wished to be equal to Mistress... I let it go.

"Yes." I respond.

The Smoke disappeared and everyone from Mistresses Resistance had their weapons raised at me.

I gave a elegant curtsey, "I am ready to serve Mistress."

"And what are you?" Mistress asked me.

"One Hell of a Maid." I replied.