Born into Revolution

I woke up gasping for breath as the pounding in my skull from the .50 inch explosive round lingered, more of a smack across the head instead of a sledgehammer being taken to it. I put one hand to the back of my head and used another to prop myself against a nearby pillar, and opened my eyes to reveal a moonlit room made of a brightly-colored marble, with several black bags of quite large sizes strewn about the floor in front of me, and a pair of long, thin swords on either side of me. My head gave a muffled thunk as it impacted the pillar and I dozed off...

I woke up feeling far more refreshed than last night, and without a headache, as I saw the light filtering through the windows I turned to stand up, but noticed my hand was not a normal tan-brown, but a midnight black and had a more feminine shape. My arms had lost some of their muscle definition and also gained the black color, and as I trailed off them I was cut off from looking any lower by a pair of sizable breasts, coming in as double Ds, wrapped in soft, purple silk. I looked around for a mirror and quickly spotted one leaning against a wall opposite me, only a couple feet away, and through it I saw I became a horse/human hybrid with black skin, which I corrected as fur when I felt it; I had hair that reminded me of the night sky and blew in a nonexistent breeze to my left, with a tail included, swishing out in the opposite direction; my face had grown slightly elongated yet kept a bit of a feminine look to them, with a pair of equine ears on top and a long, thin horn sprouting out of my forehead, my eye whites were a light teal and my irises were a darker shade, but the most astonishing feature was that they were feline. I had full, soft lips, my eyes trailed down below my head, where a long, slightly thin neck sat atop narrow shoulders, where my huge breasts were located, and on my back were a pair of huge, majestic wings, below them was a slim waist and a trim stomach that lead to wide hips and long, shapely legs that spoke of the strength rippling beneath the skin, ending in flat hooves; most of my body being covered by a light-blue armor. The armor was separated into sections and seemed to slide on from the portion it fits onto, a part for each of my legs and arms, a helmet, and a revealing upper-lower two-piece chest armor. The arm armor did it's job and completely covered the arms, separate at the elbows, shoulders and wrists; the leg armor protected the front and back of the legs but left the sides open, for which I guess was to allow breatheability, revealing a splotch of purple paint on my upper thighs containing a very light blue crescent moon; the waist armor was basically a silk cloth held by a 'belt' of armor, and secured by a leaf-shaped groin protector that held the same moon on it; the lower portion of the chest armor covered the stomach, and most of my back; the upper portion held my breasts up and covered my shoulders, but did not cover the rest of my back; the helmet began at the base of my skull and trailed up and around to hug the bridge of my snout, completely encasing my head in a layer of protective armor with the exception of my ears, horn, eyes and lower jaw. The whole set of armor was made out of some sort of lightweight metal and molded to fit my form perfectly and comfortably, but I could tell it was shifting in places, changing, and then I saw a layer of golden energy flare up around my form, then dissipate as I saw a HUD show up in my vision, displaying a rapidly recharging bar to my upper middle and an empty space in the lower right, and in the upper right, the lower left had some sort of motion sensor that pinged at regular intervals of a few seconds delay, then a long list of phrases slowly entered the left, saying:

SYSTEM CHECK:

MYTHRIL-A PLATING: 100%

REACTIVE METAL LIQUID CRYSTAL LAYER:100%

HYDROSTATIC GEL LAYER: 100%

ENERGY SHIELDS: 100%

FUSION REACTOR: 100%

AUTOMATIC BIOFOAM INJECTORS: 100%

BIOFOAM STORAGE CAPSULES: 50%

SYSTEMS WITHIN OPERATIONAL STANDARDS

'mythril-A? Biofoam injectors? what?' I thought, and the list disappeared and I was left with nothing to do, but explore. I looked away from the mirror and found many, many crates stacked around the room, but I left those alone as I found the bags from last night lying in a small pile nearby. I walked over to them and began removing one bag's contents; a couple of decently-sized laptops, several USB drives, chargers, a pair of turtle beach x42 wireless headsets, colored purple and a dark, dark blue and re-molded to fit over my ears, a razer ouroboros gaming mouse, a mousepad, and a few other miscellaneous wires and USB cables. The second one of the half-dozen bags contained lots and lots of software hardcopies, ranging from video games like Warhammer 40K: Space Marine, to system software like Adobe Audition Sound Creation, to System Operating Systems such as Windows 7 64-bit Ultimate. The other bags had my personal belongings, including my journal, which had some string theories in it and a few theories from some famous people, like Einstein's theory of relativity and the Alcubierre Drive, I opened it up and looked through all the pages, and found them all intact and in perfect condition, and stored it into one of the numerous backpacks littering the floor, tripping over something in the process. Looking at what it was I was gleeful to see my HK416 carbine rifle, with attached flashlight, M26 MASS shotgun, and 4x ACOG scope, and next to it was a Smith & Wesson 500, both were fully loaded when I checked. I gave the weapons a heft check and found that both were surprisingly light, far lighter than I remembered, Op 'Kingfisher', had to use one of the HK416 weapons when the M4 supply was dry. I put the necessities into one bag and lifted it over my shoulders, and headed for the exit, and found it to be a stairwell leading downwards, the light streaming in from above not able