Cyborg Girls

by Jane Brooke

  WITH gun shots, explosions, screams and people shrieking, Krull and Venus had made their way into the lower level Tombs.

  Standing before a huge carbon steel octagon shaped door, they hesitated. Krull had his Laser Canon pointed at the door. Venus held both blades in her hand.

  A sign on red letter on the wall read:

  RIDNIUM POWER PLANT. AUTHORIZED PERSONAL ONLY.

  “Jane, open please.”

  “Yes Captain.” Through their ear pieces Venus and Krull heard her soft voice reply.

  On its carriage, the massive octagon shaped door rolled open.

  Moving inside, they stalled for a moment next to the gigantic Ridnium fueled power plant that was semi-silently humming away. On the ceiling there were several small dome lights illuminating the room down the hall some one hundred meters.

  Beginning to move, Krulls body struck something on the floor, sending it clanging against a wall. They both froze.

  Then Venus saw it.

  Two seven foot naked Android men, covered in blood, both with a taste for human meat were just finishing up eating a guard. Both men hearing the Clang, stood, and one was holding an axe and the other a long serrated knife.

  The growled like the sub human creatures that they were and then began running towards Venus, who was at point.

  With her incredible muscle twitch capabilities, Venus in an eye-blink met the first Android with a swipe of her sword. Krull just two meters behind her was now raising his Laser Canon.

  The Androids head twirled in the air and rolled on the floor as Arterial Spray erupted from his neck, spraying Venus and Krull with blood.

  Unable to get a clean shot off because his partner was blocking his clean line of sight, Krull watched as Venus went into a crouch. She avoided a swing of the axe and, then twirling around, hack, hack, hacked the Android to death.

  In a crouch, she stood, turned to Krull and smiled. He nodded, and smiled back.

  “Come.”

  Krull nodded and they began to run.

  At the end of the hall, Venus stalled out over a thick, carbon steel manhole cover embedded into the floor.

  She looked at Krull. He swallowed nervously and of course she knew why.

  Slakes were down there, and they both knew it. She had calculated the odds, and knew so far forward, near the entrance of the desalinated water spits, well she imagined the Slake population was farther South, under Worker Villages, where feeding would be more plentiful.

  “Let’s do it, doll.” Krull whispered.

  Venus nodded, bent down, lay her swords on the floor and found a latch. With her incredible strength, she lifted the one-hundred kilo manhole cover up and clanked it onto the floor.

  Instantly a hideous stench wafted into their nostrils.

  Venus breathed a great breath thru her gill plates. Krull placed his oxygen mask, the one hanging on his neck against his face.

  Without hesitating, Venus picked up her swords, leaped and funneled into the hole. Krull heard a splash, and not so agile, moved to the hole, and made his way-down a carbon steel ladder.

  Once down, they were waist deep in water and some sewage moving at a quick pace from the tunnel tit that lead out of the ocean some two hundred meters to their left.

  Along the domed ceiling, every ten meters were dull domed lights which threw down an eerie light over the rushing water.

  Pointing her sword at the end of the tunnel, Venus said.” There, we’re almost there.”

  Waist deep in the water and sewage, Venus leading point, they began to trudge toward the tunnel end. As they did they passed many three-meter by three-meter drain openings with sewage and water running out of them.

  Their innards were dark and as they passed there heard what they thought were hissing sounds, sending shivers down Krulls spine.

  He had heard those same hissing sounds in decades ago in the sewers of Bolivia.

  Some thirty meters from the end, Venus could see the pump hole near the tunnels end as desalinated water in a steady flow was being pumped from it.

  She felt in that moment that they had made it.

  But that all changed as she heard a loud growl and then a hiss behind her. Twisting around, she saw that Krull had heard it too. Krull had turned, just as a three meter long slake, looking like a genetically engineered Moray eel, rows of three inch jagged teeth barred on its long snoot, was, was in a strike position.

  Like a Cobra hypnotized by the music, its yellow eyes were zeroed in on Krull. Krull was just, with his human reflexes drawing his canon up for a shot.

  The Slake hissed again, and then with evolutionary quick reflexes, slashed forward.

  Aimed directly at Krulls throat, Krull knew that he was a dead man.

  Then, a blade flashed, and the Slakes head was sheared from its muscled torso. Blood sprayed over Krull and Venus, as the Slakes body threw out a steady stream of blood down the tunnel.

  Shaken, Krull lowered his oxygen mask, allowed it to hang around his neck. He looked at Venus, tilted his head, exhaled and whispered.

  “Thanks doll.”

  She was about to lean out and touch-his face, when over Krulls shoulder she began to see Slakes began to slither out of the side tunnels. Great White Sharks had once roamed the planet before the Oceans died and they could smell blood in the water many kilometers away. Slakes were no different.

  “GO.”

  She turned and with Krull began to run through the waist deep water towards a now appearing manhole cover, with a carbon steel ladder leading up to it at the end of the hall. As they ran, the water began to churn white behind them.

  The Slake Packs were on the hunt and nothing now would stop them.

  THE tunnel wall leading from Command Central and facing the prison complex was constructed of one meter, poly-resin-thread reinforced glass. The octagon Force Door was also created from the same material and everyone knew it was impenetrable.

  And then they came.

  JANE could have opened that door, but she did not. She was on a time clock and she knew her Two New Friends needed that time to make their way through the sewers. Also, with her new nifty sense of humor intact and flourishing, she wanted those that had never thought her as anything other than a bucket of diodes, circuits, and genetically engineered DNA, to feel, perhaps for a moment feel her angst.

  Down the tunnels and covered in blood, some 1000 of the men and massive Droids, some carrying severed human heads, King Mohammad carrying an axe, walked.

  Inside Central Control General Clark and Warden Hendley, knowing now that his vacay had been postponed and with the fifteen tech and officers and two lightly armed guards were cuddling in a corner. With abject terror staked in their faces they watched as King Mohammad, stalled at the entrance.

  General Clark, feeling warm urine spiking down his leg made contact with King Mohammad’s red blood eyes.

  Mohammad grinned through his black teeth and mouthed the words. “I KIIIIIL YOU LAST.”

  General Clark bent and vomited. He righted himself and, then watched in terror as the maniacs from the prison began smashing axes, sledgehammers, pix axes and blades into the glass.

  To his horror, he watched as the glass began to crack and fissures, matching the ones screaming through his brain began to appear.

  ”KABOOM...KABOOOM. KABOOOM...PLUME...PLUME...PLUME...PLUME.” Muzzle flashes.

  Fire and smoke erupted out of the nose of Krulls Laser Cannon as finally under the manhole cover, Venus turned to see Krull savagely killing growling and hissing Slakes as they attacked.

  The water ran red with their blood.

  She had two alternatives open to her and both were bad.

  She would either stand toe to toe with Krull, killing off what appeared to be endless herds of Slakes, or she would go
up those iron rungs and get them the hell out.

  She punched her twin blades into her back sheath, went up the ladder. In a tremendous show of strength, she blasted the manhole cover up and into the air. She leaped out of the man hole, went into a crouch. Standing on a outdoor concrete bunker she instantly she felt the almost unbearable heat of British Moon as it hit her face and skin.

  “KABOOM. KABOOM. KABOOM. KABOOM.” And muzzle flashes flumed out of the darkness of the sewers.

  Outside now, crouched on a concrete bunker right next to the Shuttle tunnel accordion connection tit exit, she turned and began to go back down into the sewers.

  “HALT. WHO GO’S THERE.” The soldier’s voice froze her.

  She turned, and hearing the Laser Canon in the tunnel booming, she looked in panic as two blue suited Hermo-Seal clad guards, pistols pointed at her stood some ten meters next to Shuttle #21.

  With her blades sheathed, she rolled twice, came up in a crouch and within an eye blink pulled her magnum. She aimed and “Boom, Boom, Boom, Boom, Boom Boom Boomed” three hollow points each, into their hearts.

  Throwing the magnum to the concrete bunker roof, she turned to the manhole cover and saw a last flume of light.

  Then there was silence.

  “KRULL.” She screamed as she began to move towards the hole.

  WITH the two armed guards trapped in the shuttle glass tunnel, and staring though the octagon Force Door at General Clarke, pistols drawn, they simpley watched, knowing that they were next.

  General Clark and Warden Hendley watched in disbelief as the impenetrable glass walls and door began to shatter. Two uniformed guards, pistols drawl, and with shaking hand stood next to them, as the rest of Command Centrals crew huddled in a corner.

  Them a hole appeared and King Mohammad, taking the magnum his new best friend in the whole wide world had given him, poked it through the hole.

  Four gunshot reports later, both guards were dead and lying in a pool of blood dissolving along General Clarks fabulous English Brogues.

  With two final blows from two massive Android men, the glass wall and door collapsed, vaporizing in shards of glass to the floor.

  Grinning at General Clarke and at Warden Hendley, and a clinically insane sadist, King Mohammad grinned more. He began to casually move towards them. He had one thing on his mind and that of course, was the electrical barbecue he had received at the hands of both men earlier.

  “KRULL.” She screamed as she leaped to the edge of the hole. Hesitating for a moment, her purple Irises went to full optics, as then she began a leap, screaming as she did, “KRULL.”

  At that moment his hand pierced the perimeter of the hole. Instantly she grabbed it, and as if he weighed a gram of salt, she lifted him in one stroke out of the void. She fell back as he fell with his chest against her breasts and her hands wrapped around his chest, holding the most valuable thing ever created in any cosmos as she did.

  Both covered with blood, sewage and Slake parts Krull was hyperventilating as was she through her triple set of gill plates.

  “Krull, Krull, Krull...Are you hurt?”

  Loving the feeling of her arms wrapped around him and her lips nestled against his ear, he reached back, wrapped his hand around her dome, brought her lips to his and kissed her.

  “Just fine Doll. Just fine.”

  She giggled, got serious, and on the clock still, she stood, helped her soldier to his feet, and said.

  “Jane, open Pod door please.”

  Behind them, some ten meters away, they heard a whirling sound, as the octagon Shuttle door rolled into its sealed slot.

  “Ready My Captain.”

  “Thank you Jane.”

  “You’re welcome. Please Captain, we are five minutes from take off. Love later.”

  Looking at Krull, she giggled, smiled. She took his hand, turned and moved to the Shuttles open door. Feeling the intense heat on their skins neither responded to it.

  Once up the steps, they entered the Shuttle, turned and as planned stalled out there, staring at the two uniformed guards watching them from the funnel.

  “Open please Jane.”

  At the end of the funnel, the door leading from the tunnel into Central Command rolled open into its slot. Timing was everything, and they had hit it this time on the mark.

  Instantly, General Clark and Warden Hendley and their crew of people appeared were frantically running down the funnel towards them.

  Behind them casually walking, and holding his axe was King Mohammad. Behind him, Androids and sub human homicidal maniacs were following all carrying axes, pix, guns, shovels and blades.

  At the sealed entry accordion door that led to the shuttle, Clark and Hendley stopped, and stared at Captain Adray Venus and Colonel Timothy Krull as they smiled back at them.

  Screaming at them, Clark and Hendley began smashing their fists against the glass door.

  “OPEN...OPEN IT...OPEN THE BLASTED DOOR. JANE, OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR.” Clark bellowed.

  “Sorry General, NO.”

  Then to his utter shock, General Clarke locked eyes with Captain Venus. She smiled, winked at him, and gave him one of those little curled finger good bye thingy’s.

  Krull laughed, winked at Warden Hendley as the octagon door rolled on its carriage, sealing into the Shuttles under carriage.

  Clark and Hendley turned, and leered at King Mohammad. His happy-go-lucky-merry-band-of bandits were walking and were half way down the funnel.

  Moments later, he whipped around as a rumble shook the funnel. Aghast, he watched as flames and smoke blasted out of Shuttle #21 twin engine spits.

  The Shuttle blasted off, and within thirty seconds was already a hundred kilometers into space. Watching the last flames as they flumed out of its twin spits, Clarke and Hendley turned, and faced off a hulking, yet smiling King Mohammad.

  He grinned at them both and, then focused on Clarks terrified eyes and said.

  “I Kiiiil you last.”

  ‘So much for the British Empire lasting a thousand years.

  AT CCSBM everything was going along swimmingly. It always did. All the 500 or so video feeds from the Bubble Satellites as well as Command Center and prison complex showed nothing out of the normal.

  Sitting at a table in the main Bubble Satellite Monitoring room, what with its twenty or so black uniformed female and male technicians and officers tending the screens, Vice Admiral Bryan was having a cup of tea with his second in command, Commander Rodger Moorecroft.

  But looked simply sharp, in their black uniforms as they sipped a cuppa and having already been alerted by Jane that Shuttle #21 was now on way, they were excited about the little fiesta they had planned for the evening.

  While the slaves worked, toiled and then died on British Moon and return shuttles and every soul at CCSBM knew that grizzly truth, parties were always strived for. A little mirth in a boring world always kept an English Gentlemen’s spirits up.

  “Shuttle #21 on approach. Shuttle bay door #3 opening.” Jane said.

  Ignoring her, AGAIN, the General and commander dipped a chocolate biscuit into their Darjeeling tea, and quite proper like, plopped it into their effeminate mouths.

  “Tractor beam engaged in 5, 4, 3, 2, 1...Shuttle bay #3 locked. Oxygen levels normal. Shuttle #21 secured.”

  There are moments in an British elitists life, when they get a tinge in their bone marrow that things just might be sot so Jolly Good as they expected.

  Of course that moment came to fruition, when every monitor in the Control Room blinked twice and, then went to black. No one noticed as a small golden domed light on the ceiling began to glow brighter more than ever before.

  Vice Admiral Bryan almost choked on his chocolate biscuit as he stared at Commander Moorecroft in shock. The rest of the officers
and technicians began frantically to press buttons, bang computer screen and consoles with their hands.

  Nothing.

  Instantly, every monitor sprung back to life.

  What they showed sent Vice Admiral back on his heels, as his tea cup brim was suspended between air and his lips. On every monitor, in living color showed the compete Armageddon engulfing British Moon.

  Vice Admiral Bryan dropped his tea cup, as Commander Moorecroft watched it shatter on the floor.

  His eyes struck in disbelief, Bryan stood and leered at the wholesale sale carnage being savaged on a burning British Moon.

  “JANE...WHAT IS HAPPENING? WHAT IN THE BLOODY HELL IS HAPPENING DOWN THERE?” He bellowed.

  SILENCE.

  “JANE RESPOND. THAT IS A DIRECT ORDER.”

  “I’m afraid you’re going to have to ask THEM, Vice Admiral.”

  “THEM BLOODY WHO?”

  “THEM. THERE.”

  Then, a whirling sound began to permeate the room. A blinking blue light began to strobe over the octagon carbon steel door leading to the pod bays.

  Once open, and standing in a mist of landing steam Vice Admiral Bryan and Commander Moorecroft and the technicians watched as the steam began to dissipate and, then they gasped.

  Standing there, covered in blood and sewer filth, was a Cyborg Female. Hanging by her side by silver knuckled fists were twin swords and the look on her face told everyone she had not come for tea and crumpets.

  Next to her, with a Laser Cannon struck by his side, was an equally scary dude and he had a look on his face that drove a frozen spike of fear though the Vice Admirals blue blood.

  “THEM, Admiral.”

  Looking at the forces of doom, the Admiral looked at the two armed guards, and screamed. “KILL THEM.”

  They began to withdraw their side arms. There severed heads hit the floor before they ever had the chance to level them.

  With her blades raised above her head, in a crouch, Captain Venus stood and waited for Krull to move along side of her.

  “Tell them Jane.”

  “WHAT DO YOU MEAN, TELL HER JANE? JANE STOP THEM.” He screamed at the light in the ceiling