Humpdays 19

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Book II: Seeing Reds, SSW vs. Walkiria.



Second Wednesday of the Month.


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"You agreed to what?" the heroine known as Walkiria exclaimed, more than a bit taken aback.


"As I told you," her spouse the Soviet Superwoman began for the second time, "I will be..."


"No I heard you," Maia interrupted her, "I just can't believe you said you'd help those people."


Olga's folded her powerful arms across her chest, narrowing her eyes. "Those people, as you say it like that, are also my people."


"No, those people have tried to kill you more than once, dislike your marital preference and have proven time and time again they can't be trusted. We already had this talk, when you decided to go patrolling around with the Siberian Guardsman. How well did that work out Olga?"


The Soviet Superwoman exhaled loudly, doing her best to keep her temper in check. She was thinking back on that situation as she had been when she met with Nikola, in fact it was one of the things that made her trust him. The Siberian Guardsman had been completely honest with her as well, talking plainly and genuinely making an attempt to reunite her with her people and work towards mending relations. It had been the other members of his squad that decided to take action into their own hands in that instance, as Maia very well knew. The Guardsman had been put into critical condition defending her from his own men. She had promised him at the time that she would not let that incident harden her heart towards Mother Russia and that she would continue trying for a reconciliation, like the very opportunity Nikola had approached her with.



"He was a good man," Olga finally continued in a low voice, "and I believe Nikola is as well."



"Why? Because he told you he was? Olga you can't afford to go through life being this naive."



Olga could feel her red flushing red as her anger level continued to rise. "I am trying to correct a mistake that I made, I attacked them first, remember?"



"Of course I remember and I remember you weren't completely in your right mind and I seem to remember Dark Star and a few others being involved and more than that I remember you going out of your way all these years to make up for it. All they've done is tried to have you killed and here you go, marching into the mouth of the beast to give them another chance."



"I can take care of myself." Olga snapped, "I am not a child."



Maia leaned in and stuck her finger directly in Olga's face. "But it will be my responsibility to come flying in and save your ass when this goes sour, which it will. Probably just what they want right now, an international incident they can pin on two lesbians and here you are ready to go and hand it to them. Why don't we go to Olympic games afterwards and show support."



Now the Soviet super-soldier did snarl back, her anger becoming harder and harder to keep in check. "I do not have to ask your permission to do this. I came by here for courtesy to let you know what I was doing, not eat this load of bull-craps from you."



Walkiria shook her head and chuckled, her voice taking a condescending tone. "Olga, sweetie, how do you even know this satellite isn't some kind of weapon? At best they are using you to set up some kind of orbital cannon and at worst they fire it on you moments after you put it up there and smile for the cameras."



"It is a risk I am willing to accept." Olga replied curtly.



"Without thinking about any of the countless consequences...typical." Maia responded, "You know if you really wanted to be buddy-buddy with Russia maybe you should have changed their collective minds when you had the power to a few weeks back."



Olga's eyes flashed open and her jaw dropped. For a moment she was taken completely off-guard by her wife's comment. When she finally found her voice her anger had finally slipped it's leash. "Как вы смеете!" she spat at her with her native tongue before catching herself and switching back over to her accented English, "How dare you!"



"How dare I what, you selfish..." Walkiria caught herself just shy from calling her a name of some kind and paused before continuing, "You are so God-damned selfish! You had all the powers in the world and did nothing and I didn't say anything. You could have stabilized my powers Olga! Do you realize what they would have meant for me, the woman who married you and has stuck by you and that you supposedly love! You could have helped your friends, the people you care about and...nothing. You didn't do a damned thing. So when you waltz in here and expect me to just understand that you're flying off to Russia to put a death-satellite in orbit so you can be buddies with them again I find myself asking how you can be so damned selfish! You put possibly more than your own life at risk and it doesn't even enter into your thinking. It's the same reason why Genocide isn't dead by now either, you do things your own damn way with your own codes and fuck everybody else."



The Soviet Superwoman wiped a few budding tears out of the corners of her eyes with a shaking hand. "I cannot believe you would spit in my face like that. I have a chance to finally see my home again and you would say such things..."



"Well I had a chance to live without fear of exploding over the city and you took that away from me."



Olga's features hardened and she took a few steps away from Maia, holding up her hands. "I do not know why I bothered to come back here in the first place. I see now it was a mistake."



"Well at least you're consistent." Walkiria stated matter-of-factly.



The Soviet Superwoman turned from her, her dark features smoldering with anger. Without another word she stalked out of the room. Maia wanted to reach out and stop her, but she didn't. At the sound of the roof-top exit slamming closed Maia rubbed her eyes and leaned against the side of the door jam. The fight had escalated far more than she had wanted it to.


The red-haired American took several slow breaths as she struggled to get her anger under control. For some reason her emotions seemed more volatile than usual. Maia strode over to the breakfast nook and picked up her red glasses. Slipping them on, she activated the comm-link with the Yoyodyne Industries Artificial Intelligence.


“Maia, how are you? What can I …” The A.I.’s voice went silent for a moment. “Maia, is everything alright? Your energy profile is strange.”


“I am fine O.D.I.N. Olga and I just had a bad fight. A really bad one.”

“I’m sorry to hear that, is there anything I can do to help?”


“Yeah, find a cure for terminal naivety,” Maia said bitterly.


“I am not sure I understand,” O.D.I.N. replied, its artificial voice taking a questioning tone.


“Nevermind. Look, I need you to gather everything you find on a Russian named Nikola Myshkin. And also any about a recent Soviet satellite launch. I think my wife is once again going down the primrose path towards disaster, and we need to figure out the exact nature of the threat!”


“Alright, just calm down Maia,” the A.I. cautioned.


“Just find that information, before Olga creates another international incident! Walkiria out!” Maia said with finality as she closed the comm-link connection. “With luck I can find some evidence to talk Olga out of this foolishness,” she muttered to herself as she looked out the bay windows in the direction Olga had departed.


To be continued...


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Soviet Superwoman and Nikola Myshkin are my creations and property.


Walkiria and O.D.I.N. are the property and creations of my partner


This takes place in the universe of stories.