President Berlin Purcell was a man that pretty much did whatever the hell he wanted these days, but this was just one of those out-of-the-blue moments that he agreed to for his magnificent Galax.
Without telling anyone where they were heading, they boarded a private flyer and sped off to the sea. There was a quaint old place on the southern tip of Maine called York Beach that they decided to go to. Like most places in Maine, it was so desolate these days that he figured it would be a private spot they could enjoy in peace. In no time at all, their speedy private flyer landed them at a sandy beachfront, and they made their way to a rocky spot to overlook the ocean.
Thankfully, it was a nice clear day, and Galax found his thoughts to be calm and peaceful as the two sat quietly on a rocky outcrop.
Galax turned to his master and asked, "What is it that you desire in this world, master General?"
The military leader answered, "Obedience."
The powerful robotic creation processed the general's answer but gave no reply. A few moments later, President Purcell asked his sidekick, "Aren't you going to ask me more, Galax?"
With no further questions forthcoming, the two sat and watched the waves rolling in and out in virtual silence. A white bird sailed by to visit them and looked at the man and robot sitting beside one another. The bird turned his head, seemingly studying the pair, before flying off.
Turning his attention away from the ocean, the bot finally replied, "I really find that to be an adequate answer—the obedience part. Any leader would want their citizens to be in compliance with the law."
"That's where the problem is," said the president as he rose to his feet, picked up a rock, and chucked it into the sea. "You see, my friend, people are not obedient. They always want to do what they want to do, and that's pretty much why the world fell apart in the first place."
The robot understood quite clearly. He was not programed to think of much beyond combative skills and compliance with his master at all times. But he was fine that way.
With the army they were building, he saw no reason for anyone to try and stop them from making the land more law abiding. Hopefully, with more structure, everything would get better and there would be more time to come to the ocean.
Galax had to do all he could to help get things under control, because the ocean was his favorite place.
Before they talked too much more, they spotted a group of guys on the sandy walkway to their left.
The rough looking young men had seen the general and his robot companion sitting on the rocks. With six of them in their group, their courage remained intact as they boldly approached the pair.
One of them, who appeared to be the shortest member, yelled out, "Hey, you two little buddies over there, would you happen to have any spare food for me and my hungry pals? Or, better yet, any spare money?" He laughed at his own arrogance. "Perhaps a digital download into my bank account would be a good choice so we don't have to beat you up."
The young guy looked to his friends, acting all cocky, and added, "Oh, wait, I don't have a bank account…damn! All right, how about the remote control to your robot thing there, so we can use him as our little pet and play thing. Then we can drown it in the ocean…I fucking hate robots."
His buddies voiced their agreement, cursing and laughing among themselves. The group then spread out in a semicircle in front of the two ocean sightseers.
Purcell looked them over. Always the military strategist, his first thought was of killing them, but the ocean atmosphere had made his mind and his body more relaxed than normal. Such peace made him offer a rare lifeline to the boys so they didn't have to die.
"Get out of here, you guys, before you all end up dead in the sand."
The group all laughed at his offer. A bulkier guy, maybe the oldest in his early twenties, called out, "Well, I see two of you and six of us, old man."
Another guy added, "Ohhhh, what's this?" He pulled out a long knife, closely followed by the others all drawing out clubs and knives of their own.
The short leader did a little dance around his friends. "Fight…we got a fight brewing!" he proclaimed. He then added, "Boys, I think we should cut this old motherfucker up so his pet bot can watch his owner bleed."
Those words tipped General Purcell over the edge. He was armed and could shoot these idiots down in a heartbeat, but before he did, Galax turned to him and said, "Sir, may I do the honors?" The president nodded, and his so-called pet stepped forward.
The six guys rushed at him, yelling and screaming as they launched their attack. The first guy tried to stab into Galax, but the super bot moved left and grabbed his attacker's arm, ripping it from his body. Then another from his left swung a club down on Galax and connected with a solid hit directly on his shoulder. It didn't faze him one bit. He bent down and grabbed the greasy man and lifted him up over his head. Ignoring the guy's terrified screams, Galax hurled him upside down into the side of the cliff.
The third attacker, who was armed with a long knife, tried to cut into the robot's face, but Galax blocked the strike and grabbed the man by the wrist. He twisted the man's hand around as if he were wringing out a wet cloth, easily dislocating it and snapping every tiny bone in the process. Galax then swung the man about like a hammer throw and bowled him into the other boys left in front of him.
With terror now written all over their once cocky faces, the remaining guys retreated at speed down the sandy beach. But the one that was thrown into the cliff was back up on his feet and charging at Galax. He flew at the robot with a kick, but Galax caught his leg with ease and snapped it clean in two. Screaming in agony, the boy collapsed to the ground.
President Purcell looked to Galax. "Well, talk about interrupting our peaceful time. You do know that, as the others all run away, this one is just going to whine and cry and crawl about if you don't finish him off."
Purcell walked over to the guy and peered down at him. "You, young man, are just a useless piece of scum on this earth. I'm going to put you out of your misery, mostly because I'm a nice guy."
The man looked up at the looming general. "Please don't kill me. I'm sorry, this was a stupid idea. We've been drinking… ahhhh…I was forced to do this! Please, no!"
The general glared at him. "It's too late for that now. YOU SHOULD HAVE BEEN MORE RESPECTFUL OF YOUR ELDERS! MORE OBEDIENT!" he yelled.
He aimed his pistol at the boy's head and simply stated, "Goodbye." He blew the boy's brains out, and then Galax yanked the boy's head off before kicking it into the ocean like a ball.
***
The tough doctor stared at the man as she circled about him. "I am game for this, so let's go."
The biker audience began to cheer out for their leader, egging him on, hoping to see him rough her up.
The man wearing a blue bandana smiled as the fight began. "Well, my priority is to go about this without hurting that pretty face of yours. Those pearly white teeth are simply amazing, and your beauty has me taken aback."
Jansa smirked at him. "Oh, really? So why do I get called the mature one? Ha ha!"
The man's eyes lit up at her humor. "Tell you what, I'm just going to wrestle you to the ground, pin you down, and make you say uncle until you give in." He winked and waited for her reply.
Jansa smiled sweetly at her rugged opponent. He was dark and handsome, but his huge ego was irritating. "You perhaps have mistaken me for an easy target. Let me tell you, this will not be the simple tussle you are expecting." She threw a punch to hit Darren, but it was just a feint. "Oh, and I have no qualms with kicking you in the balls or punching you in the face, so be wary."
Darren was stunned by such words. "Wow! And I thought you were the sweet one of the crew."
Jansa laughed and said, "You must have me mistaken for someone else."
The biker then shot low and went for her legs.
The agile doctor pushed his face down to the ground and span around behind her adversary, trying to take his b
ack. He, too, was quick and grabbed at her before tossing the woman off of him. The crowd instantly became wired up and called for more.
The two of them were back on their feet and circling about once more. He was definitely impressed and looked to the curly blond as he proclaimed, "I thought I would get you. That was rather a decent little counter! I think I like the way you move." He then acted as if he would do a tackle again and had Jansa backing up away from him. "You have any other good moves?" he teased.
Jansa started thinking that he was flirting with her. This was something new to her, so she was unsure if it was a ploy. With no time to ponder the situation, she attacked and hit him in the back of the thigh with a roundhouse kick. His legs seemed solid and strong, so her move did very little damage. He gave her a funny look and again acted as if he was going to tackle her.
Jansa jumped back, still ready, shaking her head so as to tell him it was not going to happen.
"I love your energy," he added as the fight went on.
Darren came onto Jansa for real, but this time he acted as though he would grab her by the neck. Instead, at the last second, he scooped up one of her legs and tripped her to the ground. The skilled man had his girl down. Jansa immediately put her legs in his way to prevent him from being able to pin her fully.
At first, he tried to move the woman's legs to get around on top of her, but Jansa was slick and efficient. Each time he tried to come around, he was unsuccessful. She used her legs and feet like a spider to block his path and keep him from pouncing on her upper body.
Again, he tried to get around her relentless defense. He came close and dropped his chest down so as to press half of his body on top of Jansa.
This put them in a position called half-guard, and if he could free his leg, he could pull up on top of her and smash her down to the ground. However, Jansa went to work with a move of her own.
She turned onto her side and wrapped both legs around his outside leg, thus locking his knee out straight. He tried to pull his leg free, and that's when Jansa crawled up to her knees and pressed towards him to knock him backwards off of her. Of course, he resisted, and as he did she dove her head under him and rolled him over onto the other side of her.
The Mystical Slayer was now on top of the man. She jumped up and placed her knee on Darren's stomach. The biker went to push her knee off, but she grabbed his arm and sped around to the other side of him, executing a cross-body arm bar.
She would snap his elbow if need be, but holy cow, this fellow was as solid as a rock. She also knew better, considering the situation at hand and the fact that he had his whole posse watching. So, before she locked his arm over tight, he powered his way out of her hold. She could've had it with more effort.
He then got back up on top of her before she could stop his aggression. He mounted her and held both her arms firmly to the ground.
Both were breathing heavily. He looked into her eyes and said, "I have you now. Just give up and we'll call it a good fight, darling."
But Jansa was not ready to quit just yet.
She extended both her arms over her head to loosen his grip and got ready to buck him off of her, but at that very moment, he kissed her on the lips!
The sudden affection kind of threw her, which gave Darren just enough time to regain his balance and put even more weight on top of her. She could not move; he was too big, too strong, so she had no choice but to surrender.
At least they had won the respect of one another. Jansa, once back up, was still thinking of his kiss tactic. As he grinned at her, she knew he was thinking the same thing.
Conversation started to take place among many of the sisters and bikers.
For the time being, an agreement was reached between all that they would stay out of each other's way. Neither of the groups had any interest in revealing their Californian locations to anyone, especially the Corporation.
Darren and his leather-clad biker crew prepared to depart. He made sure to wave to Jansa before going on his way.
The encounter certainly left most of the community on edge, but Raegan told everyone to scatter back to what they were doing. They needed some reassurance that all was well, so getting back to normal activity would be a good start.
The main sisters stood together as the last of the muffler sounds from the motorcycles faded into the distance.
Raegan turned to her fellow sisters and said, "I don't believe that's the last we will see of those guys. There were just too many of them, all with wandering eyes on our people. Spread the word to double the guards on watch, and bring me the ones who just failed to warn us those bikers were in the area."
The women all headed in different directions, but Jansa was grabbed from behind by Raegan. The Mystical Slayer leader looked to her friend. "That was a weird fight," she said, somewhat puzzled.
Jansa flipped her palms up in the air as if to agree. "You can say that again," she replied. "I let him gain the upper hand. I thought it'd be better that way."
Raegan nodded. "Yeah, I thought you might have."
Chapter Seven
The word was out; Washington D.C. had a small rebellion going on.
The ships sailed through the skies toward their destination, but this time, the level of execution would be different. The Corporation flyers noticed a patrol caravan of trucks were on route to the D.C. area. It was by no means a sisterhood operation. This crew was just a hater of the Corporation, and they didn't want to see Washington fall into the government's corrupt hands.
This roving caravan of perhaps a dozen large trucks was heading down the main avenue to take Washington for themselves. They wanted to prove a point that no one entity can rule what was once a great landmark for the United States. Their intentions were pure; however, their game plan was not so great.
Above, the sky ships zoomed by. On their first wave, they shot down missiles that pretty much disabled the riders and blew their vehicles off the road.
Landing nearby, military robotic soldiers exited the sky ships and rushed in at the remaining survivors. These ships were Y-Wood attack vessels, so this meant serious business.
Those that were not killed by the blasts began trying to fight back.
The Corporation's black metal robots—those with green glowing eyes—now appeared before the survivors.
Their general had barely stepped down the descending stairs of his master ship when he realized he would need to go no further. Everything was already in hand, just as he'd planned out earlier.
He simply watched as his bots dismantled this rebellious act.
He had answered the mayor's call for help; not for old Westley, but for the sake of his prized monumental location and the big money that was spent on making this place grand.
Galax, however, passed by him. It would take just three or four strides for his spectacular sidekick to be right in the thick of the fighting.
He smashed in the face of one rebel before twisting the heads off of two more.
He then made his way about the pile of burning trucks and came upon one survivor with her leg blown off. She turned to the beast and said, "This is not a world of robots. We are humans! Die!" she cried out as she fired multiple shots into the chest plate of Galax.
As the bullets merely popped off his armor, he grinned at the woman kneeling before him. She had now run out of ammunition.
She looked up at him. "Go ahead, just kill me. Get it over with." Galax came closer and lifted his leg up over her face. The sole of his foot then plunged into her head and smashed her skull in two.
In a mere few minutes, no one was left out here alive, except for one man who was continually trying to start the engine of the only upright truck.
Galax walked over to the vehicle and shoved it to its side.
The man screamed in pain as the truck rolled over again and again. When it finally came to rest, Galax marched over and bashed the window out. He reached inside and pulled the man out before draggin
g him all the way back to his general at the Corporation ship.
The wounded man was a smaller fellow, and his black hair was soaked with blood from a serious gash on his head. The president looked down at him from the top of the ship's runway and mockingly asked, "How goes your attack on Washington these days?"
The president then stated, "Let him go. He's free to run off across this big world and tell people what happens to those who think they can overthrow us. Go ahead…run away. . Oh, and you better get that head checked out."
Galax walked up the ship's stairway and stopped before his general. "Shall we board, sir, and head to the capital building? I believe they are waiting for you."
The military general walked down the stairs and turned to face his magnificent robotic creation. "Gather all the troops and follow me. That was too easy. I need some exercise, so we will walk the rest of the way."
Moments later, a band of black robotic soldiers were marching down the avenue to the state capital.
***
Mayor Westley Warns was already on the front grounds of a grand building when the marching army showed up. Everyone was in awe of how quickly he and his men had dispersed of the raiders just moments earlier.
President Purcell moved to the large stairway and walked up to the top before turning to face all who had gathered. He removed his silver eagle topped helmet and began a speech.
"I am very proud of this location. I consider it one of the shining stars of the Corporation, and we only plan to see the region get better. Mayor Warns and all of you will prosper. You will be the hosts to what is now becoming the beacon of the country."
He then cleared his throat. "Let me tell you a little bit about what we have in store at Y-Wood in the coming year. Obviously, with great leadership comes big responsibility, as I have seen firsthand as the president. We have devised a very special suicide capsule. These suckers look like mini spaceships that you enter on your own. A person can now die with dignity. Once inside the capsule, one's oxygen levels will drop so low that they will eventually pass out and cease to exist."
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