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Starting Over, chapter 6

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Serenity glanced over at her and smiled. "I think you have earned that retirement my dear...and with that I must leave you. Go and live your life Olga, content with the knowledge that your future is now what you make of it."


David took a few steps towards the larger woman and hugged her tightly before turning slowly and walking back down the road. Olga watched him go for a few moments before turning back to the city she loved. Somewhere in that mass of people, a younger, more idealistic version of herself was continuing the fight and though a part of her still envied her with all her heart, she knew that it was enough. She would hang up her cape and visor and go back to what she had know, tilling the land and sinking her hands into the warm earth. As she looked on for a moment more, the sound of footsteps behind her pulled her attention. Serenity must have had something more to say. She turned and the warm smile on her face dropped off like raindrops sliding down a window pane.


"You?" Olga spoke in a cracked voice to the figure standing only a few feet away, unable to mask the shock on her face.


Vyr-Na, known to the citizens of this world as Ultrawoman, had taken a few steps in her direction. The alien's long blonde hair flowing around her cheeks in the slight breeze. Her hands were on her shapely hips and a smug grin was on her face.


"Well, well, well," she began, "this was absolutely the last thing I expected to see today."


The Soviet Valkyrie,'s hand clenched into fists. Ultrawoman was one of her most powerful and dangerous foes, if not her most dangerous. The Velorian had almost killed her more than once and had held the world hostage countless times under the false pretense that she was doing everything out of some just and absolute good. Maia had told her once that Ultrawoman was the worst kind of evil she had ever encountered in all her time as a crime-fighter: cold, calculating and worst of all, supremely confident and patient. The fact that she was one of, if not, the most powerful villainess on the planet gave any would-be adversary pause. There was almost a cult-like level of devotion to her, from other villains like Dark Star and Hotrod, to regular, ordinary citizens who believed she was in the right and a goddess here on earth. In her own timeline, Ultrawoman had finally been defeated by Ilsa Hauppman, imprisoned in a gilded cage of gold, her only weakness. After killing her oldest foe, she had rescued Vyr-Na from certain death and found a broken, different woman. Ultrawoman had lost the few people she loved most in the world to the schemes of Genocide. Everyone she cared anything about was gone forever. Even her worst enemy, Walkiria, had been taken from her. In a single evening she and Olga had both had their worlds ripped from them. The experience had humbled the Velorian and her desires for world conquest had been snuffed out. Instead she had found solace and familiarity in the arms and bed of her old enemy.


But that was in a timeline now extinct.


This Ultrawoman from the past was at her prime, ruthless and cunning, still yearning for the day that the leaders of the world would bend their knees to her and lick her boots clean. Wanting and hoping to see Walkiria and the Soviet Superwoman crushed and broken before her was her ultimate goal. The Valkyrie assumed a defensive stance, at which Ultrawoman arched an eyebrow and let out a chuckle.


"I like the new look Olga, very très chic and flattering. It fits your more mature, harder body much more than that drab old Communist manifesto of a uniform ever did. I approve, much better on those hips." Ultrawoman said, licking her lips, her green eyes never leaving Olga's. "Everything except that God-awful visor of Walkiria's. That damned thing isn't fashionable in the future I imagine anymore than it is today, is it?"


"How did you find me here?" Olga snapped.


"I was following an incredibly large build-up of temporal energies." Ultrawoman shrugged, "I'm the one who uses technology beyond planters and tractors, remember Olga? In any event, a future version of you was unexpected my dear. Doctor Who or Savant maybe...What brings you to our fair timeline?"


"Back away and leave Vyr-Na," the Soviet Valkyrie threatened, "I do not want to have to put you down and ruin this beautiful day."


At her reply Ultrawoman laughed, crossing her arms across her chest. "Are all Russians from the future loud-mouthed braggarts? In any event, you accent is much better and polished Olga. Rosetta Stone finally paid off eh?"


"If I have to," Olga began slowly, "I will rip these pauldrons off and beat you death with them Ultrawoman, I swear. Back away and leave, NOW!"


Vyr-Na's eyes widened in surprise as she glanced at the gleaming, golden pieces of armor, but the grin on her face widened, like a Cheshire cat. "So you know my little weakness, or think you do. This day is just full of surprises isn't it? And here I thought it was simply a fashion statement. All that and a threat to kill me...I wonder just what kind of future you fled here to escape Olga, hmmmm?"


The Soviet Valkyrie held her ground, her nostrils flaring.


Ultrawoman held up her hands in false surrender, the smile still on her lips. "Alright, alright. Not in a talkative mood. No matter. I'll leave. There's nothing to gain by fighting you. You know my weakness apparently and seem to be stronger, more powerful. I might lose and that is something I find unacceptable from a backwards, over-muscled farm-girl. Besides, I don't need to fight you. All I need to do is kill the weaker, less fashionable version of you from this timeline and that should take care of you as well. Or, at the very least..."


Olga shot forward with a burst of speed and swung at the smirking Velorian. Vyr-Na must have been anticipating the attack because she dodged out of the way with cat-like reflexes and rocketed upwards, flying up and away from the enraged Valkyrie. Olga was momentarily taken off guard, cursing herself for letting Ultrawoman goad her like that as she flew up in pursuit. The two opponents raced across the skyline of Angel Falls, soaring in between and over the majestic skyscrapers. The Valkyrie suddenly broke the sound barrier, utilizing a burst of her super-sonic speed and intercepted the villainess. Ultrawoman wasn't grinning anymore as Olga blocked off her path.


"I suggest you let me go kitten," Ultrawoman snarled, "You wouldn't want your grand day spoiled by your untimely demise."


"And I do not want to kill you after everything we shared Vyr-Na, but I will if you continue with this course of action."


Ultrawoman blinked twice, confused at her statement. "What are you babbling about Olga?"


"In my future," the Soviet Valkyrie began, "Walkiria is dead. That is why I wear her visor and that is why...you and I are lovers."


"Are we indeed?" Ultrawoman scoffed, "and I'm sure you can prove this to me? Tell me my favorite position, huh?"


Olga took a deep breath before continuing, "You told me once about how beautiful you found outer space. The stars and the planet...how you had seen things out there that would make the hearts of strongest men weep with joy...but it also so very cold and unfeeling and harsh. It offers no comfort. You sought me out for comfort after everything had been taken from you...just as everything had been taken from me."


The blonde haired Velorian lowered her fists and looked out into the horizon. For a long, few moments no-one said anything. It was eventually Vyr-Na that broke the silence.


"That is something I have often thought, but never shared with anyone..."she began," but regardless that is a different Vyr-Na, a version of me from the future, from your future to be precise. I am not the same woman you knew then apparently...but my curiosity is piqued and I would know more."


"Fine, I will tell you anything you want to know," Olga replied, not stepping down from her aggressive posture, "Just give me your word that you won't go after the Olga of this timeline. I know that your word means something and you do not give it lightly."


Ultrawoman snorted derisively and rolled her eyes, "Fine, I won't beat her...you to death...at least not over this situation. You have my word Olga."


The Valkyrie nodded, seemingly satisfied with her answer.


"Now, if you want to chat, girl to girl, you can find me at..."


"I know where to find you Vyr-Na. I will be in touch, you have my word on that." Olga spat before flying away from her, the sun reflecting off her golden pauldrons.


Ultrawoman put her hand across her face and chuckled into her palm as she watched the Soviet Valkyrie leave between her gloved fingers. "You're just as naive and trusting in any time period apparently..."


To be concluded...

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Awesome storyPopcorn .