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Story by: :iconandrewr255: :iconsoviet-superwoman:

 

Written by: :iconsoviet-superwoman:

 

Prior: Humpdays 27 by Soviet-Superwoman

 

Book II: Seeing Reds, SSW vs. Walkiria

 

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The pain was becoming more and more intense as Nikola Myshkin struggled to find a way out of the situation he now found himself in. The gunshot wound to his side was losing a lot of blood. He held his hand tight against the entrance wound, applying pressure to the flow of hot, sticky blood that oozed it's way between his fingers and dripped to the floor. His vision was blurry and he was beginning to feel cold. Soon he would be going into shock. General Tupelov was laying face down in a spreading pool of crimson only a few feet away from a similar injury. He was also apparently the only person who could stop the satellite weapon from firing at it's designated targets. Nikola held his handgun in front of the terrified technician, doing his best to keep the tremors in his hand to a minimum.



"There must be a way to stop it..." He hissed through clenched teeth. He bit down on his lip as a wave of nausea and intense pain washed over him. The technician was obviously trying to think of something, as were the other few left in the room. One look at their two dead colleagues and with the sound of violence outside continuing was enough to convince them that the situation as no longer in their favor. If anything they hoped by helping him now, they could somehow wriggle out of this predicament. "Only following orders", Myshikin thought as they looked from one to another, each one furrowing their brows to come up with something. Finally one of the men swallowed hard and offered a suggestion.



"If we destroy this installation, it might cause the satellite’s systems to reset as this is the primary control station."



"You have a self-destruct for this compound?" Myshkin asked in bewilderment.



The techie nodded slowly, "In case it ever was to fall into enemy hands."



"Any other options that aren’t so final for all of us?" Myshkin chuckled, coughing up a mouthful of bloody phlegm. His internal injuries were bad and despite the fact that he might not live to see tomorrow, he had no idea how large the explosion a compound like this could generate and had no desire to threaten the lives of the Kyrgyzstan soldiers outside.



"We could possibly aim for a different target." the seated tech suddenly announced, "The General’s codes would’ve prevented the weapon from continuing to charge. Since there is seemingly nothing we can do to stop it from firing, I suggest that we choose a target that won’t hit anything significant. We can alter the intensity somewhat and target, but we cannot stop it."



Nikola’s gun wavered somewhat and he coughed again, almost doubling over. "Do it then!" he barked at the man. The man quickly began to type on his keyboard and hit buttons on a touch screen. After a few seconds he began to shake his head as he worked.



"We have another problem I’m afraid. The individuals that are off site and observing are attempting to wrest control of the weapon from us and they are using codes that countermand my own. Even if we fire a blast somewhere remote, they will then have complete control to fire the weapon again and we will be locked out."



Myshkin’s head drooped and his face clenched in an agonized look. These bastards were not going to win! He looked over at another technician and motioned towards the man’s monitor with his handgun.



"Where are the Soviet Superwoman and Walkiria? They could take out the satellite in orbit before it has a chance to fire a second time."



"Possibly," The other man who was working on changing targets replied. Myshkin turned to look at the man as he continued, "but the weapon is protected by experimental temporal shielding designed to survive any bombardment once completely energized and deployed. That’s why Walkiria was unable to come into physical contact with it, the weapon rapidly changes location in an ever changing temporal loop."



"Temporal?" Myshkin managed to choke out before the man charged with locating Olga and Maia pointed at his monitor.



"I have their location!...and...that’s strange..."The man’s face twisted into a look of confusion, "I also have another Alpha-level superhuman heading that way on a rapid intercept course from the North..."


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Maia continued to fly at full speed over England, taking a wide streak away from London to head north towards Salisbury. Olga was directly behind her, lashing out from time to time with her red lasers as they sweep across the skies in front of and behind her. O.D.I.N. was giving her coordinates to a desolate spot of moors in the Somerset region of the country, banking her off to the west. If she could keep her distance and continue to out-maneuver the angry Russian super-soldier then she had a chance to move this to a barren area and talk some sense into her. Whatever was affecting both of them was causing their emotions to run wild and heightening feelings of anger to furious, unthinking rage. Maia was having enough trouble keeping her emotions in check, wanting nothing more than to turn around and beat the shit out of the woman she loved so desperately. Only O.D.I.N. and the threat of that damned satellite weapon were keeping her in any kind of check...that and she was tired. This battle with Olga had gone on a long time and she had used up so much energy and strength. Her body bore deep battle wounds that needed time to heal and she knew Olga was just as injured and had to be getting just as tired. This needed to stop. The weapon had to be destroyed and then they both needed to get help, be it from Polygirl or Angelina or someone.



These were the all the thoughts racing through Maia’s head seconds before Olga finally scored a direct hit to the small of her back with her deadly beams. Maia seized up in agony as the impact knocked her off course, sending her spinning downwards at an incredible velocity. The tall, red-haired amazon crashed into the ground hard, throwing up dirt and chunks of heavy rock with her impact. Flashes of light had entered her field of vision was she regained her senses and struggled to her feet. She looked around for some idea of where she was and more importantly, where Olga was. The location was the easy part. A quick glance (and heads-up coordinates display in her visor) told her she was 8 miles north of Salisbury at Stonehenge. The famous standing stones, each weighting over fifty tons, stood nearby in it’s man-made circular setting. Smaller stones bridged the tops of the erected stones, creating a sort of doorway effect. Walkiria frowned at now being nearby such a famous landmark and tourist location. This was not at all where she wanted to be. The Soviet Superwoman shot in at her from the side, dive-bombing down from high altitude. Maia took a wicked blow to the side of her face that whipped her around, momentarily stunning her and giving Olga time to circle back around towards her.



"Olga wait..." Maia managed to get out a split second before Olga collided with her again, this time taking a hold of her shoulders and driving her knee up into her solar plexus.



Walkiria gripped her chest as Olga continued her rage-fueled assault, dropping her elbow down on the back of her wife’s skull. The blow, knocked her forward and down onto the ground. Maia turned over quickly and fired off a shot of her own iconic energy, catching Olga in the shoulder with it. The raven-haired woman let out a shriek of pain and anger before descending on top of the wide-eyed Walkiria, nothing but a flurry of fists and punches. She was completely leaving herself open, completely committed to nothing but bringing her full strength to bear on the downed and injured heroine. Maia did her best to block and defend herself, but it was a futile situation. The Soviet-born woman was pummeling her with both fists interlocked, raising them high above her head to bring them down with a sickening crunch. Once. Twice. A third time. After that Maia had stopped blocking. She was too hurt and too tired. Consciousness was slipping from her and it was only a matter of time before she would go under. O.D.I.N. was saying something, desperately trying to get her attention but she couldn’t hear what he was saying.



Olga grabbed a hold of her wife’s tattered green collar and jerked her up to face her. Maia’s arms hung limply at her sides as Olga stared into her visor. The Soviet Superwoman’s jaw had reset somewhat, but her breathing was ragged and she was clearly in bad shape as well. Bruises dotted her bloodied, battered body as she glared into Walkiria’s eyes through her now cracked red visor.



"I beat you..."Olga whispered harshly through her bloodied lips. The expression of anger was still etched on her face. To Maia, even in her incapacitated and slowly slipping state, Olga’s eyes held none of the kindness or love that she had come to find from staring into them for long hours. Her eyes still burned red with fire, evaporating the sapphire pools she had come to know.



"Turn O.D.I.N. back on..." Maia managed to mumble, causing Olga to cock her head to the side as if she had heard her wrong. The Russian heroine’s enraged expression was now blanketed by a look of confusion.




"O.D.I.N. will explain...lives are at stake...someone played us..."




It was all she could muster out before she fell unconscious. Olga laid her down in the grass, staring down at her with her nostrils flaring. What was she suddenly babbling about? Was she even now clinging to her idea that the satellite was a weapon? Where was the proud and arrogant woman who had tried to drown her only a short time ago? A creeping numbness began to enter her body as she thought about the last part of Maia’s ramblings...someone had played them?



Olga reached up to her ear and nervously switched on her communication array.




"Olga!" O.D.I.N.’s digital voice broke in loudly, "It’s all been a trap!"

 

 

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The following characters were used with permission:

 

:iconsoviet-superwoman: owns the Soviet Superwoman, Nikola Myshkin and Lt. General Tupolev.

 

:iconteri-minx: owns Walkiria.

 

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:iconlonestranger: owns Polygirl and Angelina.

 

This story takes place in the :iconangel-fallsda: universe.

 

 

Continued: Humpdays 29 by andrewr255

 

 

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The-Highlander's avatar

I wonder who the meta heading in from the north is, maybe a Scottish superhero coming down to help protect Englandshire?  Still, glad to see Maia finally get through to Olga (even if it took a massive pounding to do it). Let's hope she can help Nikola destroy that satellite.