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"Well, of all the messages I expected to receive from the people at Club Sin, this had to be at the bottom of my list," Dark Star said. "A request for a meeting, with a guarantee of no violence or law enforcement. I really didn’t know what to make of it. But you were vouched for by Tatiana herself. So I said this must be something interesting. I see Olga isn’t with you. Is that because you don’t want her to know about this? Or is it that she can’t come with you?" the villainess asked pointedly.
"What do you mean by that?" Walkiria asked defensively, her eyes watching the blonde metahuman like a hawk. If the cold was bothering Dark Star, it didn’t show. The skimpy black and pink leather bikini ensemble certainly couldn’t provide much warmth. Walkiria noticed a faint nimbus of pink energy surrounding her visitor’s body. "Must be using her energy to keep warm," she thought to herself.
"Oh come now, Walkiria," Dark Star replied, spitting out the heroine’s name like it left a foul taste in her mouth. "Word on the street is that your Soviet bed-buddy hasn’t been seen since her fight with a glowing green gamma-gal. Couple that with strange reports coming from Stranger Industries, it has to make me wonder, how badly hurt was Olga in that fight. And then, surprise surprise, out of the blue you contact me and want a face to face. That all adds up to one thing, you are desperate, and I am betting only concern for wifey-dear would motivate you to do this. So, what’s up Big Red?"
The heroine tried to keep the emotions off her face, but Dark Star’s words hit her like a knife in the chest. "There have been some complications, Olga… Olga has.." Walkiria paused, choking on the words.
"Yes?" Dark Star prodded.
"Her powers, Olga seems to have lost her powers," Walkiria said with a bitter grimace.
Dark Star paused, considering her enemy’s words. She was silent for a couple of minutes, until her shoulders start to shake. That was followed by muffled giggling, which quickly turned to full-blown laughter. Her entire body shook with laughter, her full breasts bouncing wildly in the skimpy leather top.
Walkiria felt the pain in her head return, as she watched the blonde woman laugh. "Glad you are amused," she spat out.
Dark Star held up her hand, signaling for more time as she struggled to regain control. Finally, she wiped the tears from her eyes. "This is too delicious. Olga is defenseless, and you want me to help? What makes you think I would, even if I could?"
Walkiria swallowed her anger, or at least tried to. "When Olga came to this world, you were the first person with powers she met. You helped her get settled, helped her adjust to this world. I was hoping that counted for something. Olga’s problems started with her fight with that radioactive bitch. You are one of the top experts in high energy physics. You might have invaluable knowledge or experience that could help cure her. If the rhetoric you and Ultrawoman keep spewing about metahuman superiority and brotherhood is for real, here’s your chance to step up and put your money where your mouth is."
Dark Star looked pensive for a moment. "You know, I am actually tempted. But I think Ultrawoman would prefer it if I didn’t. You see, this way we have two threats off the board, Olga, and yourself. Because you know what Red, others will figure out something is wrong sooner or later. And Olga has more than her fair share of enemies. And some of them are quite, "genocidal", shall we say. I think you are going to be very busy protecting your wife in the near future. That’s the sort of tactical victory Ultrawoman lives for."
"So Ultrawoman hates us that much?" Walkiria asked. The conversation had taken a decidedly disappointing , but not entirely unexpected turn.
"Oh not us, Walkiria. You! Vyr-na has some respect for Olga. She thinks your wife will eventually see the light and join us. But you, she fucking hates you with a capital ‘H’. Why is that, Maia? I mean, I can she her visibly tense whenever your name is mentioned. What happened between the two of you before you came to Angel Falls?"
Walkiria turned her face away, reliving some painful and in this case shameful memories.
"Ooh, no answer? This must be something good! Tell you what, you tell me, and I will do my best to convince Ultrawoman to let me help Olga," Dark Star offered, her eyes sparkling with mischievous delight.
"Why don’t you ask Ultrawoman, maybe your Mistress will fill you in on the details." Walkiria grit her teeth in frustration.
"Ha! No thank you. WarCat did that once." Dark Star shuddered at the memory. "Sorry, I don’t have WarCat’s healing factor, I don’t think I would recover. So what do you say, give me the juicy details," Dark Star said, coming over to hug Walkiria from behind. While pressed against the red head, Dark Star took the opportunity to run her gloved hands over Walkiria’s muscular body, openly copping a feel. It was only when her hands began to caress the large woman’s breasts that she was roughly shoved away.
"Hey, Olga might be ..sick, but she isn’t dead! Get your hands off me!" Walkiria protested.
"Aww, come on. After all, me and Olga shared some special moments together. This would just make you two even. And I can see what Olga has taught you about pleasing another woman." Dark Star ran one hand over her right asscheek. "I still can’t believe how far she got her tongue up my as.."
"Enough!" Walkiria shouted. "God damn, you can’t help yourself, can you? What was I thinking, asking you for help."
Dark Star just smiled coldly. "You are grasping at straws. Which tells me how serious Olga’s condition must be. So it’s just a matter of time before someone comes gunning for her. She may have lost her powers, but I am sure Ultrawoman can still find a use for her, maybe as a pleasure slave in the Pit?"
Walkiria clenched her fists, as a aura of ionic energy surrounded her body. "Bitch, I swear I’ll…"
"Careful, remember you agreed to no violence," Dark Star reminded the heroine smugly. "Tell Olga I send my love, in case you see her before I do," Dark Star finished with a sinister smile. The villainess started to hover, slowly gaining altitude. "Be seeing you soon, Walkiria." With those words, Dark Star accelerated away until she was just a glowing speck on the horizon.
"Well, that is just.. Perfect," Walkiria said before turning her communicator back on. Taking to the air, she headed back to her apartment. "O.D.I.N., any luck finding Olga yet?" Walkiria listened to the A.I.’s response. "Yeah, just perfect."
But I know Walkiria will prevail and get her wife back. Great job on part 2.