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DOA Cyber Shifter: Retribution
Sequel to the original DOA TG fan-fiction written by JanusDaDefender
Chapter 0: The Story Up till Now

Dear recipient,

If you’ve obtained this email, it’s because I know you. I trust you. And, most importantly, you have the courage not only to hear the strange truths I’m about to convey but, perhaps, you can help me stop the monsters. Regardless of the missing caveat, you are accepting a classified document containing intelligence above Top Secret with a dissemination clause that would only be seen by the eyes of the U.S. President and those with an authorized "need to know." Merely reading this constitutes a felony, and reporting your reception of this document will likely lead to a traitor’s conviction, as it did with me. I trust that you will be smart in how you go about sharing this. Honestly, I might be asking you for too much. My life as it was is already fucked. The only difference between you and me is that I have no one close to me to be used as leverage. I have no parents. The man who raised me is now dead. And my friends... Honestly, I’ve never been good at having friends. Deepening relationships has never been my strong suit. Very hit or miss. Maybe as you read, you’ll understand why.

It all started over two years ago in the winter of 2003. If the dates don’t match, I might’ve discovered a reason for that, which I will reveal in the following correspondence.

According to a report written by Dr. Katherine Hendricks, experimental instruments in our future technology laboratory detected high-frequency signatures that resembled the energy output of a gadget still in production. It was engineered to provide emergency extraction and unique insertion of mission-critical personnel in hostile areas. Months prior, Shadow-Net had suffered a data breach. These events led certain people to believe that the hackers, or the people they worked for, had managed to construct a device of their own.

As the top operator available at the time, I used the displacement machine to follow the signal to its source and tried to apprehend those who had a connection with the data breach. With luck, I would retrieve the stolen data in the process and prevent further unauthorized dissemination.

The displacement chamber landed me on a tropical island in the middle of nowhere. The place was made up to be some kind of resort, but, save for me and seven teen-aged boys between the ages of 14 and 18, it seemed deserted. As I continued surveying the boys for the next several days, I learned that there were others on this island, and we had all walked into a trap...

On day 1 of surveillance, a redheaded boy named Ryan appeared the next morning dressed in feminine clothes. While listening in, I learned that the apparel was made from a material that rivaled diamonds in durability and was permanently attached to his body like a bodily appendage. As confusing as this seemed at first, I discovered the next day that the clothes had another trait that made me disbelieve my own reports.

The next morning, a brunette bombshell appeared wearing the same clothes Ryan was wearing the day before. Ryan had become an avatar from a semi-popular fighting game developed by TECMO and Team Ninja called Dead or Alive(DOA for short). What's worse, she believed that she was actually the avatar herself. She would not be the last victim of “possessed clothing".

That night, one-by-one, the other six adolescents were hunted down by similar supernatural clothing resembling outfits belonging to 6 different female avatars from the same Japanese fighting game. Each of them turned into curvaceous women with figures that rivaled supermodels and celebrities. They also gained strength, speed, and skill that put American Gladiators and American Ninja Warriors to shame. In a nutshell, super women.

This probably sounds bunk to you, but I’m not making this stuff up. How could I make this stuff up? Between my reports and my nightmares, I can tell you that what I say was seen with my own eyes. Most of my observations made it back to HQ. I’ve rewatched several of those clips since then, even though I’m not technically allowed to do so. Call me a masochist, but I need to reflect on my past failures from time to time. In my case, it was a very frequent thing.

There is one clip that shows me diving after a poor boy name Nicholas. Ayane’s outfit, in its attempt to grapple the boy, had pushed them both off a cliff and into the harsh waters below. I saved his life. Or should I say her life? The clothes did what they designed to do. I’d only stopped them from drowning. The clip cuts out after a brief apology to my handler right before I apparently performed CPR on a nearby beach.

The following morning, a commercial helicopter arrived at the island resort. Shortly thereafter, a limousine appeared at the hotel. Inside of the vehicle were seven women who completely resembled the recently-transformed teenagers, as well as an African-American male named Zack, a crazy climber, and Muay Thai master. As I later learned, he was the proprietor of the island resort and the local mastermind of this kidnapping and brainwashing transformation scenario. I say “local” because I later learned he was on someone else's payroll. Who's payroll eluded us until much later.

Zack arranged for a morbid tournament that pitted the seven original DOA avatars against the seven transformed copies. The boys, who had just spent the last night and morning believing they were who they looked like, soon found themselves fighting for whatever remained of their free will. Ryan, the first one to have been transformed, managed to rally his friends. All seven of them succeeded in beating the originals, avoiding the terrible fate of becoming Zack’s twisted, sexual pets. Ryan himself…herself… made it to the finals; A one on one between the king of the resort himself.

Despite following the rules up to that point, Zack wasn't about to let the boys win. He employed a range of unfair power moves stolen from several other fighting game franchises that, if I were to list them, would probably summon a host of lawsuit gods. According to my reports, I went against orders for the second time and summoned Ryan the help she needed to turn the tables. My intervention helped her secure victory, but, suddenly, I was attacked by a platinum blonde by the name of Christie and was captured.

I later learned that Ryan had made a deal with Zack that would allow her to fight as her current self, earning intoxicating glory regularly while the others, her friends, would be allowed to work off their losses and then be sent home. Of course, as Ryan later learned, you should never trust a man with monetary interests that conflict with yours.

Behind the scenes, Zack went around their agreement and recaptured the other six female fighters, initially six of the seven teenaged boys. He took them and hid them in an underground laboratory for experimentation. By the time I had escaped, the only two that were left were Ryan, known then as “Rain” the Island Champion, and Nicholas, the boy who I had rescued that night months before.

As part of her loss debt, Nicholas had become the island’s pretty dojo instructor. In turn, she also devoted herself to defeating Ryan to get revenge and return home. Because she had wound up in the last place during the final tournament, she had earned the most substantial contract penalty.

My escape from the underground facility didn’t go as planned. When I reached the surface, I discovered that I had become infected with a prototype virus that, similar to the effects of the possessed clothes, transformed me into the likeness of my sadistic captor Christie, whom I’d left napping on the floor. Perhaps it was because it was a prototype, I manage to hold onto my conscience. My new form even made it easier to escape and find Ryan and, more importantly, Zack, but things didn’t turn out so well.

Ryan later told me that I’d tried to intervene at a match there at the island’s arena. I’d attempted to get by her, only for her to block my path stubbornly. An informal bout ensued that ended abruptly with a tranquilizer dart from an unknown assailant, followed by a roundhouse kick to the head. My memories before and after that incident have been foggy at best. It’s taken me years to recover what I do know and what I’ve managed to piece together.

The assailant, as you might’ve guessed, was another associate of Zack’s. If it wasn’t for Ryan taking me in after that, I might’ve been removed from the picture right there. But he wasn’t about to let me walk away just to become a nuisance later. He sent a CQC expert named Leon after me, who, because of my fragile state of mind at the time, almost killed me. Had it not been for a ninja, a former understudy, and the disembodied data of my old captor, Christie, I would’ve most likely died. Did I forget to mention that Christie somehow wound up in my head...? Yeah... Fun stuff that...

As it turned out, Hayabusa, the ninja, was one of two ninjas who had arrived at the island sometime after my capture to search for their missing shinobi Ayane and Kasumi. Unfortunately, the "real" Ayane and Kasumi, along with the other five original DOA women who arrived at that island, had become Zack’s cat-girl playthings. My need to find Nicholas, who had disappeared, and to rediscover the truth that I’d lost, Layla Dobson, Ryan, and I made a temporary alliance with the ninjas and headed back into the depths of the island, back into the hidden laboratory. There, we discovered Zack’s sick cat girl collection, the unconscious forms of Ryan’s former companions and the unconscious body of my former captor Christie. All of the latter had been displayed in tanks of glass and gas like science specimens waiting to be dissected. It was one of the most horrific things I'd ever seen, and I've seen a lot of things since.

Zack was there waiting for us. This time though, he didn't have Ryan on his side.

Through a final stroke of luck, we defeated Zack and his OP, crossover arsenal of gadgets, recovered the data from his computer, and escaped the island. Five of the former boys have been in stasis in a special vault within our facility ever since. We’d also managed to get Christie back into her own body and reverse the transformation on my own body. We were both very grateful for that first part.

I left Christie with an unconscious and brutally-beaten Zack. She was very eager to show him why “firing” her and making her into a glorified science project was a huge mistake. As much as I wanted to give Zack another dose of pounding for all the things he’d done, especially to Ryan and the others, he was bound to receive much worse at her hands. “Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned” didn’t even begin to describe what she was capable of... I knew he was in good hands...

Now that I’ve caught you up to speed, it’s time for you to learn about a genuine conspiracy that, even now, might be rearing its ugly head as you read this. You might not believe me now given how far-fetched this all sounds, but, I assure you, by the time you finish reading my story, you will want to share this with everyone you know. The enemy, as I’d later discovered, has his hands in many pockets, including those of our higher officials in our government. You will learn who those adversaries are. With luck, maybe you can help put a stop to them before it’s too late. After all, it’s not just one country or one world that’s at stake.

That’s right. Do I have your attention now? Good. Let’s begin.

Description
DOA Cyber Shifter: Retribution
Sequel to the original DOA TG fan-fiction written by JanusDaDefender
Chapter 0: The Story Up till Now

Dear recipient,

If you’ve obtained this email, it’s because I know you. I trust you. And, most importantly, you have the courage not only to hear the strange truths I’m about to convey but, perhaps, you can help me stop the monsters. Regardless of the missing caveat, you are accepting a classified document containing intelligence above Top Secret with a dissemination clause that would only be seen by the eyes of the U.S. President and those with an authorized "need to know." Merely reading this constitutes a felony, and reporting your reception of this document will likely lead to a traitor’s conviction, as it did with me. I trust that you will be smart in how you go about sharing this. Honestly, I might be asking you for too much. My life as it was is already fucked. The only difference between you and me is that I have no one close to me to be used as leverage. I have no parents. The man who raised me is now dead. And my friends... Honestly, I’ve never been good at having friends. Deepening relationships has never been my strong suit. Very hit or miss. Maybe as you read, you’ll understand why.

It all started over two years ago in the winter of 2003. If the dates don’t match, I might’ve discovered a reason for that, which I will reveal in the following correspondence.

According to a report written by Dr. Katherine Hendricks, experimental instruments in our future technology laboratory detected high-frequency signatures that resembled the energy output of a gadget still in production. It was engineered to provide emergency extraction and unique insertion of mission-critical personnel in hostile areas. Months prior, Shadow-Net had suffered a data breach. These events led certain people to believe that the hackers, or the people they worked for, had managed to construct a device of their own.

As the top operator available at the time, I used the displacement machine to follow the signal to its source and tried to apprehend those who had a connection with the data breach. With luck, I would retrieve the stolen data in the process and prevent further unauthorized dissemination.

The displacement chamber landed me on a tropical island in the middle of nowhere. The place was made up to be some kind of resort, but, save for me and seven teen-aged boys between the ages of 14 and 18, it seemed deserted. As I continued surveying the boys for the next several days, I learned that there were others on this island, and we had all walked into a trap...

On day 1 of surveillance, a redheaded boy named Ryan appeared the next morning dressed in feminine clothes. While listening in, I learned that the apparel was made from a material that rivaled diamonds in durability and was permanently attached to his body like a bodily appendage. As confusing as this seemed at first, I discovered the next day that the clothes had another trait that made me disbelieve my own reports.

The next morning, a brunette bombshell appeared wearing the same clothes Ryan was wearing the day before. Ryan had become an avatar from a semi-popular fighting game developed by TECMO and Team Ninja called Dead or Alive(DOA for short). What's worse, she believed that she was actually the avatar herself. She would not be the last victim of “possessed clothing".

That night, one-by-one, the other six adolescents were hunted down by similar supernatural clothing resembling outfits belonging to 6 different female avatars from the same Japanese fighting game. Each of them turned into curvaceous women with figures that rivaled supermodels and celebrities. They also gained strength, speed, and skill that put American Gladiators and American Ninja Warriors to shame. In a nutshell, super women.

This probably sounds bunk to you, but I’m not making this stuff up. How could I make this stuff up? Between my reports and my nightmares, I can tell you that what I say was seen with my own eyes. Most of my observations made it back to HQ. I’ve rewatched several of those clips since then, even though I’m not technically allowed to do so. Call me a masochist, but I need to reflect on my past failures from time to time. In my case, it was a very frequent thing.

There is one clip that shows me diving after a poor boy name Nicholas. Ayane’s outfit, in its attempt to grapple the boy, had pushed them both off a cliff and into the harsh waters below. I saved his life. Or should I say her life? The clothes did what they designed to do. I’d only stopped them from drowning. The clip cuts out after a brief apology to my handler right before I apparently performed CPR on a nearby beach.

The following morning, a commercial helicopter arrived at the island resort. Shortly thereafter, a limousine appeared at the hotel. Inside of the vehicle were seven women who completely resembled the recently-transformed teenagers, as well as an African-American male named Zack, a crazy climber, and Muay Thai master. As I later learned, he was the proprietor of the island resort and the local mastermind of this kidnapping and brainwashing transformation scenario. I say “local” because I later learned he was on someone else's payroll. Who's payroll eluded us until much later.

Zack arranged for a morbid tournament that pitted the seven original DOA avatars against the seven transformed copies. The boys, who had just spent the last night and morning believing they were who they looked like, soon found themselves fighting for whatever remained of their free will. Ryan, the first one to have been transformed, managed to rally his friends. All seven of them succeeded in beating the originals, avoiding the terrible fate of becoming Zack’s twisted, sexual pets. Ryan himself…herself… made it to the finals; A one on one between the king of the resort himself.

Despite following the rules up to that point, Zack wasn't about to let the boys win. He employed a range of unfair power moves stolen from several other fighting game franchises that, if I were to list them, would probably summon a host of lawsuit gods. According to my reports, I went against orders for the second time and summoned Ryan the help she needed to turn the tables. My intervention helped her secure victory, but, suddenly, I was attacked by a platinum blonde by the name of Christie and was captured.

I later learned that Ryan had made a deal with Zack that would allow her to fight as her current self, earning intoxicating glory regularly while the others, her friends, would be allowed to work off their losses and then be sent home. Of course, as Ryan later learned, you should never trust a man with monetary interests that conflict with yours.

Behind the scenes, Zack went around their agreement and recaptured the other six female fighters, initially six of the seven teenaged boys. He took them and hid them in an underground laboratory for experimentation. By the time I had escaped, the only two that were left were Ryan, known then as “Rain” the Island Champion, and Nicholas, the boy who I had rescued that night months before.

As part of her loss debt, Nicholas had become the island’s pretty dojo instructor. In turn, she also devoted herself to defeating Ryan to get revenge and return home. Because she had wound up in the last place during the final tournament, she had earned the most substantial contract penalty.

My escape from the underground facility didn’t go as planned. When I reached the surface, I discovered that I had become infected with a prototype virus that, similar to the effects of the possessed clothes, transformed me into the likeness of my sadistic captor Christie, whom I’d left napping on the floor. Perhaps it was because it was a prototype, I manage to hold onto my conscience. My new form even made it easier to escape and find Ryan and, more importantly, Zack, but things didn’t turn out so well.

Ryan later told me that I’d tried to intervene at a match there at the island’s arena. I’d attempted to get by her, only for her to block my path stubbornly. An informal bout ensued that ended abruptly with a tranquilizer dart from an unknown assailant, followed by a roundhouse kick to the head. My memories before and after that incident have been foggy at best. It’s taken me years to recover what I do know and what I’ve managed to piece together.

The assailant, as you might’ve guessed, was another associate of Zack’s. If it wasn’t for Ryan taking me in after that, I might’ve been removed from the picture right there. But he wasn’t about to let me walk away just to become a nuisance later. He sent a CQC expert named Leon after me, who, because of my fragile state of mind at the time, almost killed me. Had it not been for a ninja, a former understudy, and the disembodied data of my old captor, Christie, I would’ve most likely died. Did I forget to mention that Christie somehow wound up in my head...? Yeah... Fun stuff that...

As it turned out, Hayabusa, the ninja, was one of two ninjas who had arrived at the island sometime after my capture to search for their missing shinobi Ayane and Kasumi. Unfortunately, the "real" Ayane and Kasumi, along with the other five original DOA women who arrived at that island, had become Zack’s cat-girl playthings. My need to find Nicholas, who had disappeared, and to rediscover the truth that I’d lost, Layla Dobson, Ryan, and I made a temporary alliance with the ninjas and headed back into the depths of the island, back into the hidden laboratory. There, we discovered Zack’s sick cat girl collection, the unconscious forms of Ryan’s former companions and the unconscious body of my former captor Christie. All of the latter had been displayed in tanks of glass and gas like science specimens waiting to be dissected. It was one of the most horrific things I'd ever seen, and I've seen a lot of things since.

Zack was there waiting for us. This time though, he didn't have Ryan on his side.

Through a final stroke of luck, we defeated Zack and his OP, crossover arsenal of gadgets, recovered the data from his computer, and escaped the island. Five of the former boys have been in stasis in a special vault within our facility ever since. We’d also managed to get Christie back into her own body and reverse the transformation on my own body. We were both very grateful for that first part.

I left Christie with an unconscious and brutally-beaten Zack. She was very eager to show him why “firing” her and making her into a glorified science project was a huge mistake. As much as I wanted to give Zack another dose of pounding for all the things he’d done, especially to Ryan and the others, he was bound to receive much worse at her hands. “Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned” didn’t even begin to describe what she was capable of... I knew he was in good hands...

Now that I’ve caught you up to speed, it’s time for you to learn about a genuine conspiracy that, even now, might be rearing its ugly head as you read this. You might not believe me now given how far-fetched this all sounds, but, I assure you, by the time you finish reading my story, you will want to share this with everyone you know. The enemy, as I’d later discovered, has his hands in many pockets, including those of our higher officials in our government. You will learn who those adversaries are. With luck, maybe you can help put a stop to them before it’s too late. After all, it’s not just one country or one world that’s at stake.

That’s right. Do I have your attention now? Good. Let’s begin.