Officers' Call

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Taking care of business in the Keep while Ultrawoman is away.

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Technicians and security personnel scampered to clear the Command Corridor of the Keep as two figures strode down the hallway. The long hallway lead to the bridge and Combat Information Center of Ultrawoman’s hidden base of operations. The pair causing such a commotion was headed directly for the command room as they conversed. Each of them individually was enough to make the other occupants of the Keep step aside. The two of them together was enough to cause a mild panic. If the two took any notice of the disruption they were causing, they gave no outward sign.


The two women had the distinction of being Ultrawoman’s most trusted lieutenants. Dark Star and WarCat; each one notorious and imfamous in their own right. The exotic-looking WarCat padded silently beside her companion with a feline grace no regular human could hope to match. In contrast, Dark Star’s stiletto heels clicked loudly against the deck plates as she walked.


“You are sure Communications confirmed it is her signal?” Dark Star asked.


“Yes, they said it had the correct security code. The code sequence indicates the mission went well and she is returning here. Triangulation of the signal by the Moon outpost has her passing within Mars orbit any time now.”


“Good, she’ll be back soon then. Now that all the heavy lifting is done, I can get the equipment on Titan operational as soon as Vyr-Na briefs me on her mission.” Dark Star grinned in anticipation. “This will be an important moment in Ultrawoman’s plan.”


“Hmm, I will just be happy to have Mistress back, she has been gone for too long,” WarCat pouted. Her tail slashed the air in an agitated fashion as she thought of her Mistress returning.


“It couldn’t be helped. Moving that much equipment all the way to Titan had been done carefully if it was to remain unobserved by Earth’s spy satellites and detection systems. Besides, I thought I kept you occupied enough so you didn’t miss her too much? Am I losing my touch?” Dark Star asked playfully.


“Oh, I’m not complaining. Especially since you now come with refreshments!” WarCat purred as she tried to grope her companion’s ample breasts. “You are great, but you just don’t smell as good as Mistress,” she said as a dreamy expression came across her face.


Dark Star batted her hands away from her breasts. She wasn’t offended by WarCat’s comments. Dark Star knew that the feline’s enhanced senses made her especially vulnerable to the pheromones Ultrawoman gave off. Their effect was powerful enough to thoroughly addict the cat-woman to Ultrawoman’s scent. “Hey hey! I told you, the milk bar is closed. That particular…” she paused to find the right words. “Particular ‘side effect’ has worn off. Do have any idea how many tops I ruined with milk stains?” she asked with more than a little exasperation.

WarCat smiled a devilish grin. “Aww, don’t say that. I was about to have Dr. Kelly build a milk machine for us. We could put it in the Pit and let…” The feline’s teasing was interrupted by a low-powered cosmic energy blast she was forced to dodge. “Hey, watch it. You know how the smell of singed cat hair carries in the Keep.”


Dark Star unclenched her fist; the pinkish glow surrounding it fading away. “Just watch your talented little tongue, Kitty Cat. There’s only so much abuse I will take,” she said with a smile.


“That’s not what you said last night Andrea,” WarCat protested.


Dark Star couldn’t help but laugh as they approached the doors to the Combat Information Center. “Come on Furball, let’s make sure everything is in order for when Vyr-Na gets back. And for mouthing off, I will let you prepare all the daily reports for her inspection.”


“Aww, come on! You know how many of those there are. She’s been gone for…” The rest of WarCat’s protests were cut off as the armored doors of the combat Information center slid closed behind the duo.