Stand Off Above Angel Falls

The night air far above Angel Falls was cold and crisp, with clouds obscuring the stars from view. The only lights came from the metroplex itself, teeming with millions of multi-colored dots like a colossal Christmas ornament in the darkness. They had decided to meet in the skies above the now famous Eden Island Bridge, where the final battle against the demonic invasion had occurred only a few months back. The Soviet Superwoman had not taken part in that final conflict, but this was as good a place as any to meet and get this out of the way. She had already been waiting more than ten minutes past the intended time and sighed in irritation.

"No need for all that Olga, I'm here." came Ultraviolet's sultry voice as she descended from a nearby patch of cloud cover. The very air around her seemed electric and full of power. The dark-haired Russian forgot how intoxicating it was just being in her presence. She was just as beautiful and deadly as a lionfish, dressed in a typical "costume" of her own design; fishnets and electrical tape by the look of it. Her long, violet hair framed her striking features and she flashed her shark-like smile at Olga through full, lush lips. This was a predator and she clearly saw the muscular Soviet as prey. Whether she was something Ultraviolet wanted to catch and put on her wall or something she wanted gut and leave for dead, was unknown.

"You are late." snapped the Russian with her heavy accent.

"Fashionable late. One of us has to have the word fashionable attached to us anyway."

"What are you doing back in Angel Falls."

Ultraviolet narrowed her eyes and smirked. Olga's tone was curt and she was cutting directly to the heart of the matter. The purple-hued villainess wasn't about to just lay her hand on the table just yet however.

"So I heard your heavy-set girlfriend snapped Genocide in half like a dry breadstick. Tell me, does it bother you that she went that extra mile that you'll never go?" Ultraviolet arched an eyebrow.

Olga put her hands on her hips. "Nyet. Walkiria did what she did. I was not there, but I know what kind of a woman Genocide really is, in her black, murderous soul. She deserved far, far worse from those other than me. I had heard a rumor that you and she had traded information at one point. One master race talking to another."

The tanned woman showed her shark-like smile again. Every few seconds, short purple lines of electricity would discharge from her body, giving off a faint whiff of ozone. "Genocide? Please. Highly intelligent and a cold fucking Nazi bitch she may be, but she was a bloody moron when it came to dealing with the likes of you and Walkiria. A human trying to play with gods is still a human. It cost her dearly to play the game. She has to have someone help her take a shit now. I'm certain Walkiria has no problems sleeping at night, do you?"

Soviet Superwoman flared her nostrils before replying. "We are not hear to talk about Walkiria or myself. I asked you what you were doing back in Angel Falls."

Ultraviolet chuckled and tossed her head back slightly. "Isn't it obvious? I love it here! I get to meet such interesting people, yourself included in that Olga. Oh my dear, you could have been so much more than what you are now; the lap-dog of the people."

"I am not a lap-dog. I help the people by saving them from crime and disasters and from people like you, who think the laws do not apply to you."

Ultra's eyes flashed for a moment as they opened a bit wider. She still had that smug grin and she folded her arms across her sizable bosom. "They don't apply to me, no more than they should apply to you. You and I are different beings altogether. I've wasted my breath trying to tell you this once already I believe. Mankind has neither the right nor the power to enforce their will on us. If they had their way we would all be herded up and neutralized of our powers and abilities because they fear us. But you don't see a problem with that do you my little Stalinist? How many people did you carrel up and execute for your human master?"

Olga frowned as she was pulled into this argument rather than her own original query. "With yourself in charge, da?"

Ultraviolet threw her arms up in mock resignation. "Why not? I even hear that Mindy wants to lead the cattle now. A step in the right direction, the humans led by one of their betters. At least one of you is starting to understand. By the way, how is your own personal reputation? Are you still winning the hearts and souls of the people through better Communism? Has anyone embraced you as a great champion to Angel Falls yet...or are you still considered a Red menace?"

"Черт бы тебя побрал Ultraviolet, you already know the answer to that. I am content with the fact that I am not the favorite daughter of this city. It does not mean I will not give them all my attention and assistance."

Ultraviolet clapped slowly whilst rolling her eyes. "How very noble of you Comrade. The fact is that these people will never accept you and will never embrace you. You will die one day protecting these sheep from a wolf and they will give just enough concern for the front page of the newspaper that day. Then you will be forgotten, only to mentioned in an occasional Trivial Pursuit question or flashback show on VH-1...and I doubt you even know what those things I mentioned are. You don't even speak with contractions."

The Russian heroine curled her lip. The air felt colder around her somehow, making her nipples strain and press against her lycra costume. She was probably doing it with her electrical shocks...or the rumor that she somehow released pheromones in the air. Ultraviolet enjoyed making her feel uncomfortable and doubt herself. She was certain now she was to be mounted on her wall, like Dark-Star. "I am going to ask you once more and if I do not get answer, I am going to leave Ultra. What are you doing back in Angel Falls."

Ultra shrugged. "Leave then, you're the one that demanded this meeting not me. It's a free country, last time I looked they hadn't passed a Meta-registration act yet have they? I can come and go where I want and who the fuck are you to tell me otherwise Olga? Or is this about something else?"

Soviet Superwoman folded her arms over the massive chest and locked her cobalt-blue eyes onto Ultra's own brilliant blue ones. "There is a rumor going around that you know something about the disappearance of a friend of mine. Agent Red."

Ultra met her gaze, unflinching, the same grin returning to her lips. "Well, you know how rumors are love. Anyway I am going to be late for my date. Wouldn't due to keep her waiting now would it? Run along I think I hear a distant scream for help. You know you should really do something about your costume, spandex is so 70's. Ta Olga." Ultraviolet rose into the air leaving many things unsaid.

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A massive thanks to my dear friend for not only creating/providing this exquisite piece of eye-candy, but for also helping to edit the story and most of all for rejoining us here at AF! Welcome back luv!

For those not in the know, Ultraviolet is the sole property of and is used here with her kind permission.

Soviet Superwoman and most of the story were created by myself and are my property.

This story takes place in naturally.