Chapter 4 - Meet the Boltons
In the large empty room that was the cargo bay of the Avatari, Ben and Streek stood facing each other. They wore only their bra and panties and were both in a fighting stance.
"You should not have come back here Cockroach! Your Kung Fu is no match for mine!" said Ben, imitating the cheesy dialogue from Kung Fu holo-films.
"You have disgraced my dojo, Hamster-Girl!" replied Streek, "...I will restore my honour by defeating you!"
"Then let this be our final battle!"
Streek circled Ben with her fists raised, keeping light on her feet, ready to spring into action. Ben had her guard up and was watching her intently. Several different plans of attack filled Streeks' head, multiple combinations of moves that she could come at her opponent with.
No, wait for her to make the first move, block and counter
. Ben was obviously thinking the same thing, she wasn't moving to strike, she just kept facing Streek with a stupid smile on her face.
Soon Streek was getting impatient,
Okay then, I'll make the first move.
Streek feinted a kick and then struck out at Ben with a combination of left and right punches aimed at her head, Ben blocked each one and then quickly kicked forward at her chest which Streek only just managed to turn and dodge in time.
Streeks big boobs left her a little off balance, and Ben didn't hesitate in coming at her with a flurry of punches. She staggered back as the blows came at her, and one hard punch landed on her jaw. Streek dropped to the floor and spun her legs around in a wide sweep, which knocked Bens' legs from under her, making her drop to the ground.
Both girls sprung up from the floor again with smiles on their faces. Even Streek, who was rubbing her stinging jaw. They raised their fists again, and this time Ben came at Streek with an arching roundhouse kick. Streek ducked and punched her in the left boob.
"Owwwlll" Ben cried out as she blocked a second punch. Streek threw another punch and Ben grabbed her arm and twisted her body so that she was throwing Streek over her shoulder. Streek came crashing to the ground, but soon bounced up to her feet again.
"You hit my tit!" said Ben rubbing her sore breast.
"Get used to it girl, cos' I'm bringin' the smack-down!"
"Bring it on, Cockroach!"
The two girls began trading blows again, they were blocking, dodging, punching, kicking and throwing like seasoned martial arts masters.
This is fuckin' amazing!
thought Streek as she fought,
I can't believe this is me doing this.
Dr. Arnott had agreed to use his Alien Mind-writing machine to download Martial arts experience directly into their minds. He had not found a way to use the Xenoform machine without causing brain damage, but Ben and Streeks' regenerating nanobots were able to repair the damage it caused.
The process had left them with debilitating, excruciating headaches for half an hour. Afterwards they found themselves with a vast knowledge of unarmed combat. They learned scores of different styles, disarming techniques, Kung Fu philosophy, pressure points in the human body and fight strategies, the information was suddenly in their heads and easily accessible.
In their minds they had fought hundreds of opponents. They couldn't wait to spar against each other and try out their new abilities. Dr. Arnott offered the empty cargo bay.
As they went on, they were getting more used to their bodies and gaining more confidence, pushing the limits of what they could do, and their intensity went up a few notches.
Bens' strong blows were occasionally hitting their mark and were very painful. Streek learned she had to keep her guard up, or she would get pummelled. A few of her strikes were getting through Bens' defences too.
Streek pressed the attack with a flurry of punches and kicks that drove Ben back to the wall. Ben kicked off the wall and tackled Streek hard, she then used her wrestling moves, grappling with Streek as they hit the floor.
Their glistening, sweaty skin rubbed against each other as Streek writhed beneath her. Streek continued struggling and Bens' big tits pressed against her face.
"Ngghh, get off me!" yelled Streek
"No, I got you now Cockroach, admit defeat and I'll go easy on you."
"Get off you fat bitch, it's not a wrestling match."
"Mixed martial arts, anything goes, you lose, I win."
"Fine, get off me, you won." Ben released Streek and got off of her. Streek sat up, both girls were covered in sweat and breathing heavily. "...this round." said Streek.
"That was awesome!" said Ben.
"Fuck yeah, If only we could do this shit before. We're not gunna get raped again, the next ass-hole who tries it will get the crap beaten out of him."
"Yeah, like those Cunts back at the Full Boot."
"Things are looking up Ben, we're now ass-kicking Kung Fu masters and the Doctor is going to help turn us back to men, once we find the Cloning Pod."
"Provided we recover it before the Bluecoats."
"Yeah, well ...I pity anyone who gets in my way!" said Streek smacking her fist into her palm.
The door slithered open and Makita entered the room.
"Sorry to interrupt you lovely ladies, but your new outfits are ready" said the white Plated android.
"Lovely ladies?" said Streek, it was a big change to what she was calling them before.
"Yes, I hope you like them, though no doubt you will look fantastic in any outfit."
"Did Dr. Arnott reprogram your speech again?" asked Ben.
"Yes he did, thank you for noticing."
"What? Did he program you to flirt with us now?"
"Yes, oh you're as smart as you are pretty."
"That's all I need." said Streek, "...A robot cracking on to me."
"Better than her calling you a slut." said Ben.
"Oh I can still talk dirty if you want me to."
"You don't even have any genitals, you're all talk!"
"I can always install certain attachments, and I'd like to remind you, I excel at everything I do." Makita gave Streek a wink with her grey, human-like eyes.
"Okay, you're creeping me out a little now." said Ben, "...you were saying something about outfits."
"I have laid them out on your beds in your quarters. Just let me know if you want me to lay anything else out on your beds."
"Dr. Arnott is a strange little man. Come on Streek, let's hit the showers."
A little later, Streek come out into the large octagonal central room of the ship where Dr. Arnott and Makita were. She was wearing her new outfit that consisted of a black mini-skirt, low cut olive green top, which showed off her bulging cleavage and an open, orange-brown, long sleeved jacket over it, she also wore a large brown belt around her waist and the boots she bought in Port Redland.
"Stupid 'droid, I don't wear skirts!, why couldn't you have made me a pair of pants?"
"I designed the clothing based on the latest fashions in New Heidi. Plus it shows off your lovely legs." said Makita.
"I don't want to show off anything! I don't care about fashion, I just wanted a T-shirt and pants like I had before."
"Wearing the latest fashion will help you blend in." said Dr. Arnott. "...But Makita, I think you should have taken into account that Lisa here was recently a victim of sexual assault, she is not comfortable wearing revealing clothing."
"Not comfortable, I see" said Makita, "...Correction Noted. Do you want me to start again honey?"
"Not right now, we will be at our destination fairly soon."
Ben walked in, she wasn't wearing a mini-skirt but had a pair of dark brown short shorts on. Her red top had long sleeves but also opened out in the front to show her cleavage. The outfit showed her curves well and looked good on her.
"Nice work Makita." said Ben "Red is my favourite colour. Hey Streek, lookin' good!"
"Yeah thanks, shame I can't sit down without flashing my panties, stupid mini-skirt!"
"Well at least you have one satisfied customer." Dr. Arnott said to Makita.
Dr. Arnott turned to the girls, "I trust you're both happy with how the mind-write went?"
"Hell yeah, it's freakin' awesome." said Ben.
"...and the headaches have completely gone?"
"Yeah, no worries."
"Good. Perhaps later on we can do more, firearms training, languages, computer hacking, piloting. But we don't want to push it, the human brain is not to be toyed around with, even a self repairing one."
"Did the Aliens know Kung fu? How is it that the Alien machine could teach us human fighting styles?" asked Ben.
"The Alien machine makes it possible to load experience into the mind, the actual content comes from many Deep Brain Scans conducted by the Federation. They scanned elite soldiers, tournament champions, experienced Masters, even dangerous criminals, and compiled their combat experience."
"So, no Alien Kung fu styles?"
"We don't know anything about the Aliens. The machines held no data about them, nobody has ever encountered them."
"There was one time, on pre-warp Earth."
"Oh, here we go." said Streek.
"They called it the Predator, it came to Earth to hunt." said Ben.
"That is just pre-warp mythology." said Dr. Arnott. "...We've lost a lot of our histories from the time before we set out into the galaxy. So we just have a lot of stories. Some of them may have a measure of truth to them, others are just fanciful."
"I think the Predator was real. He came to hunt the Earths' greatest warriors. This wasn't in the time of Rocky Balboa, so that times' equivalent was Arnold Schwartz. The Predator hunted him down with advanced technology and killed all his comrades. but what's the best way to survive when you're being hunted? Is it to run? ...to hide?"
"Become the hunter." Streek said in a bored voice, she had heard this story before.
"That's right, become the hunter. That's just what Arnold Schwartz did, he hunted the Predator, and battled him, and slew him. The Aliens didn't come to Earth to hunt any more after that."
"Just a story." said Dr. Arnott.
"I think it's as real as Rocky Balboa." said Ben.
Streek sighed, "Yeah, but you think the Ghost Busters were real as well."
"Why do you think there's no ghosts around? ...Ghost Busters wiped them out!"