Humpday 27

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<This story takes place just prior to the Trial of Genocide>

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BOOK TWO: NO HOLDING BACK, SSW VS. UW

Angel Falls Time, 5:45 pm, Wednesday


The statuesque blonde alien was having the best day in her entire life. Soon she would see her most elaborate and far-reaching plan ever succeed and before that she got the slow, painful death of a hated rival as part of the bargain. Vyr-Na, the woman known to Earth as Ultrawoman couldn't hold back the smile that stretched across her face. Sure she was practically naked, bloodied and bruised but she had survived a prolonged battle with one of the most powerful superhumans ever produced by this back-water world and she had come out victorious. The sound of rotors cutting through the air and the wind picking up brought her attention to the right. The news chopper pilot was a daring one indeed, coming in low for a close up. Ultrawoman wasn't going to disappoint. She blew a slow kiss to the cameraman and the reporter broadcasting inside the cockpit and slowly made her way over to where Olga had crawled. Thinking it better to err on the side of caution, the Velorian kept her guard up. It hadn't been the first time she had thought the Soviet Superwoman out of commission and she didn't want to be wrong again.

The thick streak of crimson that she was following made her think that this time she wasn't.

Olga grit her teeth against the excruciating pain. She was having trouble breathing...perhaps one of the lasers had cut through her lung as well. Either way, the pain from her side was unbelievable. Ordinarily her heightened regenerative properties would have been able to compensate and began healing the grevious wound. The copious amount of blood and the agony she was still in minutes later told her that either she was unable to recover from such a wound or, more likely, her body was already trying to sustain so many injuries and terrible wounds that it couldn't keep up with the punishing damage Ultrawoman had inflicted on her. She coughed up another mouthful of blood and pulled herself up against the side of the air conditioning unit. Olga tried to stand but her vision became blurry and she got dizzy almost instantly. She slumped back down and focused on the blonde woman who was slowly making her way over.

Nothing she could do. She didn't have the strength to even stand up.

Ultrawoman stood a few feet in front of the mortally wounded woman for a few seconds. After convincing herself that this wasn't a ploy and that she was in fact, not healing that wound, the smile returned to her face and she leaned in. Olga's color was very pale and she was literally spattered in her own blood. It dripped down from her lips and nose and was pooling under her body. She looked up at Ultrawoman with a defiant stare despite the way she was trembling, trying her best to keep herself from coughing.

"You see what's going to happen now?" Vyr-Na cooed to her in a soft voice. "You're going to die. You're already dying Olga...slowly and in a great deal of pain."

Olga simply stared back at her with her ice-cold Siberian gaze.

"I tried to give you a painless death, but once again you threw my generosity back in my face. You have only yourself to blame for this."

The Soviet woman tried again to stand. She planted her hands on the blood-soaked concrete and tried to force herself upright only to collapse back down with a yelp of pain. Her eyes squeezed shut and her face constricted with lines that told of her agony. Ultrawoman put her hand on her shoulder firmly and grabbed a hold of her chin. Her blue eyes opened up again as her face was leveled in front of the alien villainess. Vyr-Na wasn't smiling. She retracted her gloved hand downwards from Olga's chin, smearing crimson all across the hammer & sickle emblazoned on her chest with two of her fingers.

"I have an audience watching me Olga. An audience of people who think like you do, that I'm some kind of monster or bloodthirsty tyrant. I have an opportunity to show Angel Falls...possibly the entire world that I am just as capable of mercy as I am of cruelty. Do you understand what I am telling you Olga?"

The Soviet Superwoman bored into her with her eyes. She knew exactly where Ultra was going with this. "Just get it over with..." she spat at her.

Ultrawoman nodded and adjusted her aim for the second time, moving Olga's head into position by her chin.

"I'll make sure you get a statue in this dimension as well Olga, you have my word. A monument so others can see what happens to those who defy me, no matter how powerful they are."

"Go to Hell."

Finally the smile returned to her full Velorian lips.

"Goodbye Olga."

Walkiria slammed into the side of the triumphant villainess with all the strength she could still muster and a bellow like an angry goddess. Her gateway was still opening slowly and the flight back from the moon had seriously drained a great deal of the energy she had still available. Still it had been enough to zero in on the tin Hitler and interrupt her from delivering a death blow to the woman she loved. Vyr-Na was caught completely off guard and smashed hard into the side of the fire escape entrance, cracking open the brick and mortar structure with her impact. She shook her head as she braced herself against the corner, stumbling as she tried to take a step back.. Walkiria landed hard to the left after ricocheting off the amazonian blonde and losing her footing. She too was having a difficult time getting back to her feet.

Ultra turned around at her new opponent with a blazing fire in her eyes. Her hair hung down around her face, matted with blood and filth, her face contorted with pure rage. There was no way that bitch was going to deprive her of this victory...not now. She snarled and pounced on the flame-haired heroine, attacking her with two solid blows to the back. Maia grunted, each punch driving her back down against the roof. She looked over at Olga as she lay only a few feet away. Her poor lover was a horrible sight to behold, covered in bruises and bloodied. If it wasn't for the fact her eyes were open and pleading with her body to do something, Maia might have mistaken her for a corpse. The green-clad woman swung around with a haymaker aimed at the alien's face. Her blow as off-balance however and Ultrawoman dodged it, albeit not gracefully and drove her elbow down into Walkiria's face. Then twice, taking a hold of the larger woman's arm to give herself leverage.

"You fucking bitch! You couldn't have waited a few more seconds?!"

Maia grunted as Vyr-Na slammed her elbow down a third time. She didn't have the energy to have a battle with her most dangerous opponent and certainly not when she was already so enraged. Here she had come to try to stop Ultrawoman and save Olga and all she would accomplish was getting herself killed. Like hell! Walkiria thrust upwards with all her strength and tossed her Velorian foe backwards. Ultrawoman caught her balance and stumbled back a few feet before hovering in the air about four or five inches off the ground. Lightning fast she was back on top of her hated enemy, grabbing a hold of her long red ponytail. With a cry of fury she jerked backwards on Walkiria's head, exposing her throat to which she unleashed a devastating chop with her opposite hand. Maia choked and kicked with her feet, wrapping her hands around the grip Ultra had on her. As she found purchase to pull her fingers apart, Ultrawoman brought her hand down across her neck a second time, harder than the first.

Olga couldn't just sit there and watch as Ultrawoman murdered her love...her Возлюбленный..in front of her very eyes a few feet away. Maia looked weakened and tired from her ordeal...she wasn't a match for the enraged Velorian...and she herself couldn't even stand up. The Soviet heroine clapped a hand down on the hot, wet wound on her side and tried again to rise to her feet. She used the air conditioner as a crutch of sorts and shakily began to rise to her feet, though the pain was almost more than she could bear. She bit down hard and her nostrils flared as she got to her feet through sheer force of will alone. Blood dripped heavily from her boot as it ran down her side and calves.

Ultrawoman stopped punching Walkiria and stared at her in disbelief. The look of shock on her face was the same as that of the news crews hovering all around them.

"I don't fucking believe it! Why can't you just lay down and die?!" she howled at the Russian.

"I have a better idea!" she quipped quickly afterward, hefting Walkiria's head back upright. The woman was breathing heavily and still clawing at Ultra's iron grip on her hair.

"I'm going to kill this bitch first and after you watch her die you can die next with the knowledge that you couldn't fucking save her!"
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Continued: Humpday 27.5When they returned to the ship, Bardak opened a small panel and entered his entry codes.  Once the codes were entered, the hatch opened itself to admit Polygirl and himself. They were running low on air and they still had much work to do.

Bardak quickly rushed to a near-by panel, trying to starting up the emergency power and the life support systems first. Once the computer indicated that there were no breaches in the main hull and that life support levels were sufficient, they removed their helmets and took relieved breaths of the recycled air.

"We made it!" Paulina announced triumphantly after a few seconds of silence.

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