EXTRACT FOR
Beastlands Reborn
(Crimson Rose)

Holding the replica armband in her hand, Vauthia looked from it to the team of scientists that had spent every waking moment for the last month researching and developing it and the other bands to fool the Beastlands slavers into believing they belonged, but despite having a million other things on her mind, the Arch-Reaper decided to go another route. "You have an update for me, Tymorus?" she asked the tall, barrel-chested bull-type furtasian man patiently awaiting her command.

"Yes Arch-Mistress," Tymorus replied, using Vauthia's new title among their chapter of the Reapers as he and his other seventy-nine other colleagues now served as her slaves. "On a minor note, we've done as you asked and made the new bands and collars in multiple colors. We've also made them voice or neural activated so the wearer can set them to submissive or slave mode as they desire. But more importantly, the new disarming nanites are finished, tested, and ready for injection. We've tested them against all known explosive devices including our own and they are one-hundred percent effective."

"Good work."

"Thank you, Arch-Mistress, but it was a team effort."

"Of course. Good work all of you," Vauthia said to the team of eight scientists. "You may not think so, but I've noticed all the time and effort you've all put into this endeavor and such dedication should not go unrewarded. Which is why I'm giving each of you a one day pass to use me as your slave. But not until we've brought our local division of the Beastlands down."

"And that is just one of many reasons why we all love serving you so much, Arch-Mistress," a petite, floppy-eared bunny-type furtasian woman named Mydora replied.

"Thank you, Mydora. Have all of you been injected with the new nanites?"

"I was test subject one, Arch-Mistress," Tymorus answered. "The collar and bands I wear are near exact copies of those used to keep slaves confined to the Beastlands and the nanites were able to successfully disarm the micro-explosives in just under eleven seconds."

"Near exact copy?"

"Yes Arch-Mistress. The only component missing is the proximity trigger preventing the Beastlands slaves from leaving."

"I see. And eleven seconds is the best you can do?"

"I'm sorry we're not able to do better, Arch-Mistress, but in our defense we've only had a month to work on them and in all fairness eleven seconds might seem like an eternity, but that's pretty damn fast to diffuse eight explosives with one hundred percent success."

"I apologize if I came off as being upset as that's far from the case. I was just curious if that was the best possible time."

"Give us six months to a year and we might be able to bring it down another one or two seconds, but something tells me you don't want to wait that long."

"You would be correct. Must they be injected?"

"No, Arch-Mistress," Mydora answered. "To ensure only slaves receive them we've added them to a large shipment of Fur Fodder destined for the Beastlands. And to ensure it's used quickly we exaggerated the effectiveness of a new formula developed to make slaves even more complicit than ever and recommended immediate usage. That's an absolute lie by the way, but what they don't know won't hurt them."