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BOOK TWO: NO HOLDING BACK, SSW VS. UW

Angel Falls Time, 2:30 pm, Wednesday

Olga had just delivered the elder Blake to Tartarus when she started hearing a strange trilling. As two heavyset guards with skin that was tattooed in strange symbols dragged the unconscious man away, she started flying for home while simultaneously asking the artificially intelligent operating system she and Maia relied upon, O.D.I.N., what the noise was about.

“I’m calling you,” the A.I. replied simply, “More to the fact, I’m transferring a call from the Guardians.”

She had asked it once how it was able to contact them without the use of a telephone or the small portable ones she saw so frequently. O.D.I.N. had replied that it made orders for special circuitry to be installed into their uniforms whenever they were tailored. It usually didn’t get a chance to use the sophisticated equipment, however, because of the damage it usually incurred on any given day.

“The Guardians are calling me?” the Soviet Superwoman asked in surprise, “Well, let me hear what they have to say!”

“Gladly…”

There was a different beeping, this one shorter and subdued. After a few moments of silence as she hurtled home, Olga finally asked if anybody was there. The reaction was instantaneous and almost deafening.

“OLGA!” was the first word out of Polygirl’s mouth, “Hurry! You’ve gotta come over to the H.Q. QUICK!”

“Calm down, Poly!” the powerful heroine replied with a hint of amusement, like an older sister would to a younger, “No need to-…”

The young inventor did the opposite of calm. She went into hyperactive/hysterical mode.

“Bardak got in a fight on the moon and he sent a distress signal and a message but it’s all garbled up and we can’t tell what he was saying-We tried to call Walkiria because she can be in outer space and all but your servant said he couldn’t reach her and he would patch us to you because you’re on the planet which sounds strange-doesn’t it sound strange Olga?-What would he mean about you being on the planet?-Is Walkiria already off the planet?-Anyway we really need your help because we can’t ask Walkiria to check things out for us and I’m getting really worried and-!”

“Poly!” Soviet Superwoman interjected, then thought, “Wait… Maia is not on-planet? O.D.I.N.?”

“I have been tracking for you and Maia since both of you mysteriously disappeared this morning. I was trying to inform Maia shortly before she vanished of your sudden departure from the planet’s surface. When you returned, I checked the logs and was waiting to learn if Maia would return of her own volition in the same interval between your initial departures.”

The voice of the A.I. communicated only to the heroine. Polygirl couldn’t hear it on her end of the call. In fact, she’d been cut off so the A.I. could communicate with the Russian.

“It seems that your surprise is indicative that the catalyst for your return was something mutually determined, thus enabling your return at the same time. I apologize for not communicating earlier, but I am operating with limited data and you did seem busy with that individual…”

Olga frowned at the machine’s esoteric language, but she got the gist of it. O.D.I.N. had thought Maia would return like she had, only later. It didn’t know what they’d gone through, so it didn’t know that Maia should have returned shortly after the Russian, only with Ultrawoman slung over her shoulder.

“I shall endeavor to communicate immediately for all future anomalous situations,” it finally concluded.

“Thank you, O.D.I.N.,” Olga sighed, “Where is Maia now?”

“I am unsure, one moment… You may resume your conversation with Miss Polygirl now.”

“Olga? OLGA!?” the poor young woman’s voice came through the signal sharply, causing the heroine to wince in pain, “What happened?”

“I am back, I had to discuss with my friend where Walkiria is…”

“Oh! I could have used a little warning!”

“I sincerely apologize, my little friend. He has a tendency to do things abruptly…”

“Well, Olga, what I was saying, before I realized I was talking to dead air, is that I need you to come over to the Guardian H.Q. and grab some breathers! You need to go up to the moon and see if General Bardak’s okay!”

“I will help-Hang on… My friend has something to say to me…”

After she responded to the light beeping sound, O.D.I.N.’s voice came through (seemingly right next to her ear), and had modulated to reflect concern.

“Olga. I found Maia. I had to boost my signal strength and piggyback a few satellites, but… She’s on the moon.”

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The heroine burst into the Guardian’s laboratory in a blur. Four identical, four-armed girls with their hair in brown pigtails yelped in surprise before composing themselves just as quickly and trying to explain to Olga what was going on again.

“I know what is happening!” she announced worriedly over the Polygirl quartet, “I need the masks, now!”

“Here! They were designed with heroes like you in mind, with a specially faceted crystal built into the face mask so you can shoot your eye lasers through them and a short-wave radio for communication,” one of them handed two masks and a collection of air tanks to her, “Please! Find General Bardak and give him the other if he needs it! He should have equipment to handle outer space, but we don’t know the extent of the damage to his ship. He was able to get a distress signal to us, though, so… He should be fine. Right?”

The four girls bit their lower lips with concern. Olga understood their worry. Their friend was in trouble and there was nothing-

“Or I can go with you!”

There was suddenly only one Polygirl. It always seemed to happen so quickly, nobody ever noticed the shift. She started bounding about the laboratory, searching for more equipment and parts. She gathered up what looked like a space suit before the gray-clad heroine held up her hand to stop her.

“Polygirl, stop. You are not going with me.”

The young inventor’s slack-jawed expression with puppy-dog eyes did little to hide her disappointment. A little whine escaped her throat before the heroine could explain.

“I am sorry. What I mean is that you cannot go. It is too dangerous, Poly. I’m going to be fighting somebody up there, and if it is who I think it is, I cannot in good conscience bring you along. You are a dear friend, and I would not be able to live with myself if something were to happen to you…”

“But…” the small woman started to protest, then set the equipment and suit on a nearby counter, “Oh… I see. It’s dangerous. Too dangerous. I understand.”

She sat down at a chair and sighed. Unfortunately, the Soviet Superwoman was already out the door, down the halls, and out of the building by the time the inventor suddenly perked up.

“I know what I can do!” she chirped excitedly.

The fact that she didn’t have an audience didn’t dissuade her. In fact, it only meant that there would be nobody to stop her as she set to work to make sure that General Bardak and his ship was safe. Dividing into multiple selves again, Polygirl set to work on a project that had, up until now, merely been a hobby. Now, it was a matter of life and death, and she wasn’t going to just sit on her hands, wishing she did all she could.

“I’ll know if I did all I could after this…” she muttered to herself as she worked furiously to finish the project, “Don’t worry, General! Polygirl’s coming to help!”

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Ultrawoman sighed in frustration as she glared at the security controls. The ionized defensive cannon would need severe maintenance, and her androids were still at the KEEP. The others were still active, however, despite one suffering moderate structural damage.

“I can’t believe you just… You just killed him!” Walkiria gasped.

“Now, in all fairness, he wasn’t exactly helpless…” Ultrawoman rolled her eyes and floated to the control panel for the terraforming cannon and started looking over the readouts, “Oh… Damn it…”

It would take another hour and a half to charge up for another blast. She rolled her eyes and grumbled.

“Plan not going so well?” the trapped heroine snarked.

Ultrawoman hurtled over and backhanded the redhead. Walkiria’s world rattled for a moment and her face felt numb. Still, she was able to recover and level an angry, defiant glare toward the evil woman.

“Why do you keep doing this, Ultrawoman? Why are you constantly trying to conquer the world? It’s like you feel entitled to it!”

“I am entitled to it!” the extraterrestrial amazon snapped, “I’m superior to these fleshy little beings in every way!”

“Right…” now it was Maia’s turn to roll her eyes.

“Oh, what’s the point? I could talk your ear off about the reasons, but I guess you’ll just have to see for yourself the world I will create…”

“I’ve seen enough of the world you would create! You’re a monster, Ultrawoman! The people you’ve victimized, the lives you’ve destroyed! You-!”

Ultrawoman slapped her again, then once more. When Walkiria was about to say something, despite the ringing in her ears and the pain, her captor reared back to strike her again. Both were interrupted by another alarm klaxon.

“What the fuck is it with today!?” Vyr-Na shouted as she floated back to the security terminal, “It’s like this section of the moon is the nexus of the universe all of a sudden!”

She was about to fire up the turrets when she saw the information for the approaching invader. She glared back at Walkiria, but surprised the heroine when she delivered a sadistic smile.

“Oh, this is too delicious…” she chuckled as she left the turrets powered down and headed for the maintenance hatch, “I’ll see you shortly, my dear, with a playmate under-arm…”

The heroine could only watch in confusion as her captor departed, the hatch closing abruptly behind her. It was confusing, and more than a little unsettling. What intruder would have provoked such a reaction?

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Ultrawoman emerged from the outer hatch to her moon base and nodded her head, smirking as she saw just who she anticipated seeing. The Soviet Superwoman was hovering a few feet directly in front of the muzzle of the canon, scowling angrily at the blonde amazon. Vyr-Na clapped her hands together and shook her head from side to side, chuckling.

"Took you long enough," Ultrawoman began, "Now should I add cosmonaut and detective to a file that had previously only had farmer or did you install Walkiria with one of those microchips in case she wandered away from home and got lost?"

Olga arched an eyebrow, then shrugged. She continued to stare impassively at her opponent until Ultrawoman nodded, then gestured for one of Polygirl’s breather masks. The gray-clad heroine grudgingly tossed the mask over and waited for the other woman to don it. Ultrawoman found a button on the side of the mask and pressed it.

“Okay, here we go… Can you hear me now?”

“Da.”

“Okay… Did you figure things out for yourself, or did you plant a bug on your lover like a paranoid pinko?”

"Nyet," Olga replied, staring her down with her ice blue gaze, "After taking the older Blake to prison I was informed of a battle that occurred here. During the course of the conversation, I learned of your presence and the fact that you had captured my Возлюбленная."

Ultrawoman shrugged, "Oh well. I’m sure I was close enough. Anyway I'm glad you're here. Honest, I am. I knew that the lamb would follow after its lost love...even if it's a lamb to a slaughter."

The blonde villainess then threw her arms out and beamed proudly, "Also, let me know what you think of the place. Granted, it’s just my ‘Summer Home,’ but it’s pretty impressive isn't it? Much like myself."

"I cannot let you do this Ultra. Did you really think threatening the world with a laser gun would-?"

"Oh shut up!" Ultrawoman snarled, cutting her off, "It’s not some simple gun! It can CHANGE the world! I can make an Eden of this planet… Or just patches of it… No matter what anybody says! That child is wrong, filling you and that cow's simple fucking minds full of it! I know what this is capable of and I plan on showing the entire world in a few moments! All you've done is bought yourself a ring-side seat."

Olga began to draw closer, her cape fluttering behind her slowly and silently like a petal caught in the wind. Ultrawoman frowned for a moment before returning to her signature grin.

"I've really been looking forward to this. The first time you and I crossed paths I stomped a mud-hole in your Russian ass... I thought you were a cold-war joke and so beneath me as to be trivial...but I know you've been training and honing your strengths this last year. You're bigger than you first were, almost mannish and probably able to withstand more punishment. To tell you the truth, I'm a bit nervous," the alien woman said licking her lips under her mask, "I thought I had missed my chance for a rematch when you almost joined us and conquered your own nation."

"I am glad to disappoint you Ultra." Olga said quietly as the two power-houses began to circle one and other.

Vyr-Na sighed and resumed smiling at her as they drew closer, all her muscles tensing, "I won't be able to shut you down with the press of a button like Walkiria...I doubt you have a portal of energy inside you giving you strength. You're just a genetic experiment from a bygone era...a bumpkin, fucking collective farmer test-subject who managed to somehow beat the odds and survive. You are just a pile of the wasted hopes and dreams sprung from the mind of psychotic dictator. Did he jack off to pictures of you Olga...or did you accommodate him when you weren't out rounding up political prisoners for the gulags?"

“Enough with the insults, Ultrawoman,” the Soviet Superwoman almost growled as her eyes turned a dangerous shade of red,

“We end this now.”
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Description
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Written by: and

The overall setting:

General Bardak, Polygirl, Ultrawoman,
Walkiria and Soviet Superwoman
are owned by and used with the
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and

Story concept by:

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BOOK TWO: NO HOLDING BACK, SSW VS. UW

Angel Falls Time, 2:30 pm, Wednesday

Olga had just delivered the elder Blake to Tartarus when she started hearing a strange trilling. As two heavyset guards with skin that was tattooed in strange symbols dragged the unconscious man away, she started flying for home while simultaneously asking the artificially intelligent operating system she and Maia relied upon, O.D.I.N., what the noise was about.

“I’m calling you,” the A.I. replied simply, “More to the fact, I’m transferring a call from the Guardians.”

She had asked it once how it was able to contact them without the use of a telephone or the small portable ones she saw so frequently. O.D.I.N. had replied that it made orders for special circuitry to be installed into their uniforms whenever they were tailored. It usually didn’t get a chance to use the sophisticated equipment, however, because of the damage it usually incurred on any given day.

“The Guardians are calling me?” the Soviet Superwoman asked in surprise, “Well, let me hear what they have to say!”

“Gladly…”

There was a different beeping, this one shorter and subdued. After a few moments of silence as she hurtled home, Olga finally asked if anybody was there. The reaction was instantaneous and almost deafening.

“OLGA!” was the first word out of Polygirl’s mouth, “Hurry! You’ve gotta come over to the H.Q. QUICK!”

“Calm down, Poly!” the powerful heroine replied with a hint of amusement, like an older sister would to a younger, “No need to-…”

The young inventor did the opposite of calm. She went into hyperactive/hysterical mode.

“Bardak got in a fight on the moon and he sent a distress signal and a message but it’s all garbled up and we can’t tell what he was saying-We tried to call Walkiria because she can be in outer space and all but your servant said he couldn’t reach her and he would patch us to you because you’re on the planet which sounds strange-doesn’t it sound strange Olga?-What would he mean about you being on the planet?-Is Walkiria already off the planet?-Anyway we really need your help because we can’t ask Walkiria to check things out for us and I’m getting really worried and-!”

“Poly!” Soviet Superwoman interjected, then thought, “Wait… Maia is not on-planet? O.D.I.N.?”

“I have been tracking for you and Maia since both of you mysteriously disappeared this morning. I was trying to inform Maia shortly before she vanished of your sudden departure from the planet’s surface. When you returned, I checked the logs and was waiting to learn if Maia would return of her own volition in the same interval between your initial departures.”

The voice of the A.I. communicated only to the heroine. Polygirl couldn’t hear it on her end of the call. In fact, she’d been cut off so the A.I. could communicate with the Russian.

“It seems that your surprise is indicative that the catalyst for your return was something mutually determined, thus enabling your return at the same time. I apologize for not communicating earlier, but I am operating with limited data and you did seem busy with that individual…”

Olga frowned at the machine’s esoteric language, but she got the gist of it. O.D.I.N. had thought Maia would return like she had, only later. It didn’t know what they’d gone through, so it didn’t know that Maia should have returned shortly after the Russian, only with Ultrawoman slung over her shoulder.

“I shall endeavor to communicate immediately for all future anomalous situations,” it finally concluded.

“Thank you, O.D.I.N.,” Olga sighed, “Where is Maia now?”

“I am unsure, one moment… You may resume your conversation with Miss Polygirl now.”

“Olga? OLGA!?” the poor young woman’s voice came through the signal sharply, causing the heroine to wince in pain, “What happened?”

“I am back, I had to discuss with my friend where Walkiria is…”

“Oh! I could have used a little warning!”

“I sincerely apologize, my little friend. He has a tendency to do things abruptly…”

“Well, Olga, what I was saying, before I realized I was talking to dead air, is that I need you to come over to the Guardian H.Q. and grab some breathers! You need to go up to the moon and see if General Bardak’s okay!”

“I will help-Hang on… My friend has something to say to me…”

After she responded to the light beeping sound, O.D.I.N.’s voice came through (seemingly right next to her ear), and had modulated to reflect concern.

“Olga. I found Maia. I had to boost my signal strength and piggyback a few satellites, but… She’s on the moon.”

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The heroine burst into the Guardian’s laboratory in a blur. Four identical, four-armed girls with their hair in brown pigtails yelped in surprise before composing themselves just as quickly and trying to explain to Olga what was going on again.

“I know what is happening!” she announced worriedly over the Polygirl quartet, “I need the masks, now!”

“Here! They were designed with heroes like you in mind, with a specially faceted crystal built into the face mask so you can shoot your eye lasers through them and a short-wave radio for communication,” one of them handed two masks and a collection of air tanks to her, “Please! Find General Bardak and give him the other if he needs it! He should have equipment to handle outer space, but we don’t know the extent of the damage to his ship. He was able to get a distress signal to us, though, so… He should be fine. Right?”

The four girls bit their lower lips with concern. Olga understood their worry. Their friend was in trouble and there was nothing-

“Or I can go with you!”

There was suddenly only one Polygirl. It always seemed to happen so quickly, nobody ever noticed the shift. She started bounding about the laboratory, searching for more equipment and parts. She gathered up what looked like a space suit before the gray-clad heroine held up her hand to stop her.

“Polygirl, stop. You are not going with me.”

The young inventor’s slack-jawed expression with puppy-dog eyes did little to hide her disappointment. A little whine escaped her throat before the heroine could explain.

“I am sorry. What I mean is that you cannot go. It is too dangerous, Poly. I’m going to be fighting somebody up there, and if it is who I think it is, I cannot in good conscience bring you along. You are a dear friend, and I would not be able to live with myself if something were to happen to you…”

“But…” the small woman started to protest, then set the equipment and suit on a nearby counter, “Oh… I see. It’s dangerous. Too dangerous. I understand.”

She sat down at a chair and sighed. Unfortunately, the Soviet Superwoman was already out the door, down the halls, and out of the building by the time the inventor suddenly perked up.

“I know what I can do!” she chirped excitedly.

The fact that she didn’t have an audience didn’t dissuade her. In fact, it only meant that there would be nobody to stop her as she set to work to make sure that General Bardak and his ship was safe. Dividing into multiple selves again, Polygirl set to work on a project that had, up until now, merely been a hobby. Now, it was a matter of life and death, and she wasn’t going to just sit on her hands, wishing she did all she could.

“I’ll know if I did all I could after this…” she muttered to herself as she worked furiously to finish the project, “Don’t worry, General! Polygirl’s coming to help!”

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Ultrawoman sighed in frustration as she glared at the security controls. The ionized defensive cannon would need severe maintenance, and her androids were still at the KEEP. The others were still active, however, despite one suffering moderate structural damage.

“I can’t believe you just… You just killed him!” Walkiria gasped.

“Now, in all fairness, he wasn’t exactly helpless…” Ultrawoman rolled her eyes and floated to the control panel for the terraforming cannon and started looking over the readouts, “Oh… Damn it…”

It would take another hour and a half to charge up for another blast. She rolled her eyes and grumbled.

“Plan not going so well?” the trapped heroine snarked.

Ultrawoman hurtled over and backhanded the redhead. Walkiria’s world rattled for a moment and her face felt numb. Still, she was able to recover and level an angry, defiant glare toward the evil woman.

“Why do you keep doing this, Ultrawoman? Why are you constantly trying to conquer the world? It’s like you feel entitled to it!”

“I am entitled to it!” the extraterrestrial amazon snapped, “I’m superior to these fleshy little beings in every way!”

“Right…” now it was Maia’s turn to roll her eyes.

“Oh, what’s the point? I could talk your ear off about the reasons, but I guess you’ll just have to see for yourself the world I will create…”

“I’ve seen enough of the world you would create! You’re a monster, Ultrawoman! The people you’ve victimized, the lives you’ve destroyed! You-!”

Ultrawoman slapped her again, then once more. When Walkiria was about to say something, despite the ringing in her ears and the pain, her captor reared back to strike her again. Both were interrupted by another alarm klaxon.

“What the fuck is it with today!?” Vyr-Na shouted as she floated back to the security terminal, “It’s like this section of the moon is the nexus of the universe all of a sudden!”

She was about to fire up the turrets when she saw the information for the approaching invader. She glared back at Walkiria, but surprised the heroine when she delivered a sadistic smile.

“Oh, this is too delicious…” she chuckled as she left the turrets powered down and headed for the maintenance hatch, “I’ll see you shortly, my dear, with a playmate under-arm…”

The heroine could only watch in confusion as her captor departed, the hatch closing abruptly behind her. It was confusing, and more than a little unsettling. What intruder would have provoked such a reaction?

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Ultrawoman emerged from the outer hatch to her moon base and nodded her head, smirking as she saw just who she anticipated seeing. The Soviet Superwoman was hovering a few feet directly in front of the muzzle of the canon, scowling angrily at the blonde amazon. Vyr-Na clapped her hands together and shook her head from side to side, chuckling.

"Took you long enough," Ultrawoman began, "Now should I add cosmonaut and detective to a file that had previously only had farmer or did you install Walkiria with one of those microchips in case she wandered away from home and got lost?"

Olga arched an eyebrow, then shrugged. She continued to stare impassively at her opponent until Ultrawoman nodded, then gestured for one of Polygirl’s breather masks. The gray-clad heroine grudgingly tossed the mask over and waited for the other woman to don it. Ultrawoman found a button on the side of the mask and pressed it.

“Okay, here we go… Can you hear me now?”

“Da.”

“Okay… Did you figure things out for yourself, or did you plant a bug on your lover like a paranoid pinko?”

"Nyet," Olga replied, staring her down with her ice blue gaze, "After taking the older Blake to prison I was informed of a battle that occurred here. During the course of the conversation, I learned of your presence and the fact that you had captured my Возлюбленная."

Ultrawoman shrugged, "Oh well. I’m sure I was close enough. Anyway I'm glad you're here. Honest, I am. I knew that the lamb would follow after its lost love...even if it's a lamb to a slaughter."

The blonde villainess then threw her arms out and beamed proudly, "Also, let me know what you think of the place. Granted, it’s just my ‘Summer Home,’ but it’s pretty impressive isn't it? Much like myself."

"I cannot let you do this Ultra. Did you really think threatening the world with a laser gun would-?"

"Oh shut up!" Ultrawoman snarled, cutting her off, "It’s not some simple gun! It can CHANGE the world! I can make an Eden of this planet… Or just patches of it… No matter what anybody says! That child is wrong, filling you and that cow's simple fucking minds full of it! I know what this is capable of and I plan on showing the entire world in a few moments! All you've done is bought yourself a ring-side seat."

Olga began to draw closer, her cape fluttering behind her slowly and silently like a petal caught in the wind. Ultrawoman frowned for a moment before returning to her signature grin.

"I've really been looking forward to this. The first time you and I crossed paths I stomped a mud-hole in your Russian ass... I thought you were a cold-war joke and so beneath me as to be trivial...but I know you've been training and honing your strengths this last year. You're bigger than you first were, almost mannish and probably able to withstand more punishment. To tell you the truth, I'm a bit nervous," the alien woman said licking her lips under her mask, "I thought I had missed my chance for a rematch when you almost joined us and conquered your own nation."

"I am glad to disappoint you Ultra." Olga said quietly as the two power-houses began to circle one and other.

Vyr-Na sighed and resumed smiling at her as they drew closer, all her muscles tensing, "I won't be able to shut you down with the press of a button like Walkiria...I doubt you have a portal of energy inside you giving you strength. You're just a genetic experiment from a bygone era...a bumpkin, fucking collective farmer test-subject who managed to somehow beat the odds and survive. You are just a pile of the wasted hopes and dreams sprung from the mind of psychotic dictator. Did he jack off to pictures of you Olga...or did you accommodate him when you weren't out rounding up political prisoners for the gulags?"

“Enough with the insults, Ultrawoman,” the Soviet Superwoman almost growled as her eyes turned a dangerous shade of red,

“We end this now.”
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