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Story by: :iconandrewr255: :iconsoviet-superwoman:

Written by: :iconsoviet-superwoman:

Prior: Humpdays 49 by andrewr255

Also prior: Battle of Berlin 8-b by Soviet-Superwoman

Continued: Humpdays 51 by andrewr255

Book IV: Target Earth

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Berlin, April 1945 (Soviet Superwoman's home dimension)

"Well done Olga Yezhov! "Ilsa Hauppman sneered through her bloodied lips. "You truly are a marvelous opponent. A shame that this has all come to an end like this. I feel like we could have gone on like this forever, but I suppose all good things come to an end, jah? I will give you no further trouble." Upon so saying she held her hands out to the sides, palms raised. The same devilish smile danced across her lips however and made the Soviet heroine's blood run cold.

"Come and do what you will then."

Olga approached her cautiously. It couldn't be this easy. She could kill her several different ways from where she stood, but the satisfaction of bringing her before the world so that everyone could see her for the monster she was, was too great. Ilsa would die, but not by her hands and not today. Perhaps she felt she had a better chance at escaping from the Soviet military than she did trying to run away from their super-powered champion. All of these thoughts jumbled together as she crossed the few steps over to stand in front of her. Once she had this Nazi in her grasp there would be no escape, even for one as clever and cunning as she knew Ilsa to be. All she had to do was reach out and take her roughly by the arm. Ilsa took a single step back as she approached.

The transmitter Ilsa had attached to the bottom of her heel beeped once and the beam activated behind Olga. As she turned at the sudden sound she found herself staring into a swirling purple abyss. A perfect circle of energy had formed behind her, large enough across for a car to travel through easily. It was almost as if all sound had disappeared as well, an eerie silence having fallen with its activation. The portal gave off an incredibly cold aura, chilling her to the bone. Olga looked at it with her eyes wide before turning back to face the smug German scientist. Ilsa used whatever reserve of super-strength she still had in her chemically enhanced body and shoved her hard in the chest with both her hands. Her evil grin was the last thing the Soviet Superwoman saw as she tumbled backwards into the portal and her world went black.



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The Soviet Superwoman awoke with a start, unable to breathe. Her blue eyes flashed open wide in shock and horror as her hands found their way to her throat, clutching desperately for oxygen. Surrounding her were strange, alien beings. The aliens looked like all the worst combinations of a great reptile and an insect. They wore robes made of an unknown material, fastened with a silver-looking metal and in their hands they held large, rifle-like weapons with either a huge jutting bayonet or power amplifier on the end. One of them staring down at her opened a mouth full of jagged, irregular teeth and spoke. The noises that came forth were a series of guttural clicks and high-pitched barking sounds. Olga didn't have a clue what it had said, but the other two began to respond in the same language. They studied her with beady, red eyes slit sideways with a yellow and black slash for a pupil. The one that had spoken motioned the others back. When the three beings were a few feet away, they pushed a series of buttons on the wall next to them and a barrier of glowing blue energy cascaded downwards from the ceiling in front of her. Suddenly she found she could draw breath again. Olga took a few mouthfuls, catching her breath and trying to make sense of everything that had happened to her. One moment she had been battling Ilsa Hauppman in the streets of Berlin and now she found herself face to face with extraterrestrials of some kind. Her head was spinning. She had fallen through some kind of portal...that much she remembered. How she had ended up here...wherever here was...and how much time had passed were all a mystery to her.


The creatures more or less ignored her, standing guard as she attempted to work out where she was. After what seemed like about twenty minutes a loud popping sound rang out like a gunshot and one of the aliens suddenly fell forward, a smoking hole where his chest had previously been. Green goop and organs splashed out onto the shiny, metallic floor as the other two creatures turned to face their attackers. Both of them were cut down where they stood with just as much ease. More alien creatures, looking exactly the same as the ones they had just executed in their surprise attack poured into the chamber through the open doorway with rifles at the ready. Olga did not understand what was happening and did not want to wait and find out what they had in store for her. She reared back her fist to punch the force-field with all her strength when one of the new aliens motioned towards her with both hands out.


"Do not do that!" it said in garbled, electronic-sounding Russian.


Olga stopped before her fist landed and stared at the creatures in disbelief. "You speak my language? Who are you? Where am I? Wha...."


"Only because of our translators. We will answer all your questions and free you from that cell, but do not punch anything. It will activate the security alarms and we may have already done so when we fired on these guards. We must move quickly."


One of the aliens moved to the panel that the others had activated and began to take it apart with a strange hand-held tool of some sort. Olga nodded slowly to the one that had been speaking to her. After a few minutes the glowing force-field suddenly disappeared. The Soviet Superwoman was without oxygen again and took a deep breath. The creature who had disconnected the barrier rushed over to the leader and chattered/barked something. He seemed excited and nervous. The leader replied and the other alien hefted his rifle and moved just inside the entrance-way to stand guard. He then reached into his robes and handed Olga what appeared to be a breathing apparatus, motioning for her to put it on. The amazonian woman did so apprehensively, but found that once it was in place she was indeed able to breathe again. The alien leader then turned and directed everyone out of the room and back down the hallway. As Olga followed the aliens down their shiny, black-metal halls he continued to speak with her.


"We are the Chtranqua, an ancient race of beings far from your solar system and part of the once-mighty Chtranqua empire. Our own home-world exploded many, many millennium ago by your time and since then we have roamed the stars, conquering new worlds and stripping them of their resources to power our Home Ship, which you are currently aboard. Where once we were a thriving fleet of scientists and explorers, the current Emperors have put all of the power in the hands of the military. Now we have become the scourge of the galaxy."


"Is your empire somehow in league with the Nazis?" Olga asked.


"No...our empire would have no interest in sharing power with anyone, especially not the natives of the worlds they would conquer. These Nazis must have somehow found and activated our technology. Perhaps they stumbled upon a long-lost scouting vessel or one of our lunar bases. In any event they have set in motion a series of events that will bring the Chtranqua to your world. The activation of the portal that brought you here, being our technology, will act like a homing beacon for our fleet. They will come and wipe out all life on your planet."


"I will fight them...the Earth will fight them! We are not so easily conquered!"


The alien nodded. "Of course you will try, and like so many other worlds, you will fail."


The Chtranqua and Olga arrived at an entrance-way sealed by a great door. The leader went over and after punching in a series of codes at a nearby panel the door flew up into the ceiling. Inside the chamber was bathed in a greenish glow as several more of the renegade aliens turned to see their comrades return with the the bizarre Earth-woman. One of them was working a great panel, gliding his scaled hands over a console whose functions seemed incomprehensible to Olga. There was a low hum in the air here that was already giving her a slight headache. She turned to face the leader once again as he chattered and clicked at the creatures gathered here already.


"Then why are you telling me this? Why are you helping me escape?" She asked, interrupting him.


"Because my comrades and I represent a growing faction within the empire. One that is sick of war and death. One that simply wishes to colonize a world and start over again, free from the military and the Emperors. We want to make our empire a proud and noble race again! To that aim, your arrival here has presented us with an opportunity we could not pass up. That is why we had to take this risk and move so quickly and openly, before the empire had a chance to interrogate and find out everything about you and your world. We will tell you how to defeat our fleet and our Home Ship when it arrives. I will explain to you how to defend your people and your planet, do you understand me?"


Olga nodded slowly as the leader took her aside, whispering to her in his electronic Russian voice. She did her best to understand and comprehend what he was telling her as little of it made any sense. He backtracked several times, repeating himself for emphasis and so she could put it to memory. As he was explaining, one of the other Chtranqua suddenly barked at him in their own language. The leader looked at her, grabbing her powerfully built shoulders with his small, scaly hands.


"There is no more time." he said in a low, electronic voice, "They are alerted to our presence and are sending a squad down to stop us. We cannot risk you falling into their hands. This portal will take you back to your world. Go...go now and take the information I have relayed to you back with you. Stop the fleet. Defend your world, whichever one it may be."


The leader said something to the alien at the control panel behind him, gesticulating with his hands. At his command the alien activated a button on his panel and another swirling vortex formed in the center of the room, cold and strangely beautiful, just like the one Ilsa had tossed her into what seemed like only a little while ago. The leader then motioned her towards it as he and his men once again took up arms around the entrance-way. The black haired Russian made her way quickly to the circular, purple portal. As she passed into the icy abyss, she could hear the sounds of violence behind her. The squadron had arrived and managed to bypass or over-ride the doors security. They then rolled explosives into the chamber rather than rush in head-long, unsure of how dangerous the situation was. The blasts killed these noble members of the Chtranqua race who remembered a better time and had hoped for a brighter future. It also damaged the portal, shutting off it off from that side entirely and causing it to stretch and distort...


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When Olga Yevhoz awoke, she found herself face down in a blasted field. Her eyes flew open and she quickly bolted upright. She was in the countryside...all around her were the signs of conflict long over. Smashed and overturned vehicles bearing the symbols of the Third Reich lay shattered around her as well as the corpses of Hitler's once mighty army. The bodies of Red Army soldiers also lay here and there where they had fallen in combat. The crumbling vestiges of buildings lay in smoldering ruin as far as the eye could see. She was in Germany...or what remained of it. As she stood up, dusting herself off, she looked around her in a circle to get her bearings. A pale, faced, open-mouth Red Army soldier quickly came into view, rushing towards her from across the field of bodies and wreckage.


"Comrade Soviet Superwoman!" He exclaimed in both shock and awe. He was young man, no older than twenty.


"Da...where am I?"


The soldier looked confused but quickly spurted out the answer. "Just outside Berlin ma'am."


"And what day is it Private?" she asked quickly finding his rank.


Again he looked confused. "It is May the 9th Comrade."



A week had passed, that much she was sure of, it was the rest of it that confused her. She had fleeting visions that made little to no sense. Ilsa Hauppman pushing her through some kind of technological vortex or portal of sorts...then falling and blackness. Something she was supposed to remember...A different place and a different time. A language that didn't make any sense to her. Red hair. Something important....Olga thrust a gloved hand to the side of her head and tried desperately to recall where she had been and what had happened to her. The Red Army Private could tell she was having some kind of issue and he began to stammer at her excitedly, his lips pulled back in a grin.


"You've been missing for over a week Comrade, ever since you turned over Herr Hitler to us. The war is over! The German military surrender became effective today and was announced only a little while ago! We have won Comrade Superwoman!"


Olga looked over at him in shock, her mouth hanging open. The only sound that came forth was a choked sob of pure joy. Tears began to well in the corners of her eyes as she quickly moved forward and embraced the smaller man in a tight hug. He returned it as she began to weep uncontrollably. Everything she had fought and sacrificed for so many years had not been for naught. All of the lives that had been lost...her fellow soldiers, her family...Claire...all of their deaths had not been in vain. Olga felt her knees go weak as her fingers dug into the heavy coat of this unknown soldier who held her as she poured out her heart. Four long years of the bloodiest conflict in human history had finally come to an end.


Nothing else mattered in that one moment as the future was suddenly as bright as it could be.



To be continued...

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Soviet Superwoman, the Chtranqua & Ilsa Hauppman are my creation and property.

This takes place in SSW's home dimension but has profound effects on :iconangel-fallsda:, her new home.
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