The following is a work of fiction intended for adult entertainment. Any elements herein contained which may be construed as being of original creation are hereby declared works of public domain. Omega Woman is a copyrighted character of Mr. X and used in kind permission as detailed upon his website. Rook.

Authors note: a quick Omega Woman story, in which there’s some creative liberties taken again with the Omega history, please note to the many very talented authors found on this fantastic site, remember to contact Mr. X to get the official outline or background for Omega Woman or better yet check out his amazing comics on Super Heroine Central or check the super heroine stat sheets for info for the spines of your great adventures as the items herein maybe counterproductive and puckishly misleading. Rook.

I want to give a special ‘thanks’ as we draw to the closing chimes of another year to Mr. X for his kindness over the year(s) in allowing me the extreme selfish pleasure of rushing his personal creations all about into various distress and dangers. One seldom sees such open hearted freedoms of grace in this age of necessitated greed and legal quagmire qualms any more in the land of the ‘eck-hem’ free and I personally find it comforting and hopeful in those respects. Thanks. Rook.

Omega Woman in The Red Cloud of Death Dilemma

The Lamborghini reached a speed in excess of three hundred and seventy miles per hour which would have made the harts of the collective Italian team of thirty which had labored so painstakingly upon her with lavish hands for over a year swell with pride, before it disintegrated with a sickening screech into the now empty cockpit of the large dock unloading crane, which would have made all those selfsame motherly harts stop in sudden horror had they been there to see it! Omega Woman, who had just thrown the fresh off the boat sports car at the crane, snarled in her own Lamborghini red costume. “I can’t believe you just dropped a shipping container of Italian sports cars on me! Obviously I’m getting close!” She continued extracting her shapely self from the twisted wreckage of the large oblong metal shipping crate which had held three sports cars fresh from the ports of Italy and now was a pile of metal carnage upon the Delta City Docks.

Omega Woman tossed over her shoulder the shattered rear end of a twin to the flashing red projectile now helplessly melded into the crane cockpit ten stories above the suspiciously deserted docks and it fell to the pier of concrete and steel with a resounding ‘thud’ which she felt in her knees. Now clear of the debris Omega Woman scanned the stretch of shore front around her which was a dotted maze of pyramids of containers and forklifts. The usually busy shore front of unloading docks and warehouses was oddly quiet and deserted as if the sudden drop of the sucker punch of the crane had been a signal for the hundreds of workers only moments before all around her to vanish and dissolve into a dew. “They knew I was coming,” Omega Woman frowned. The degree of corruption amongst the Port Authority had obviously sunk its way into the local shippers unions. Her ‘tip’ had been little more than a ‘trap’ and had she been one of Delta Cities other super heroines she would now be little more than a squashed smear under two hundred tons of steel. But her newly emerging powers were amazing even to herself, in just her first year she had defeated several small time criminal gangs and teamed up with the big league Ms. Americana against an army of robots and A-list super villains! But Kameron Drake, A.K.A. Omega Woman was still painfully aware that it was her incredible powers and almost indestructible might that was making her a powerhouse right out of the gate in the super heroine community. She herself was racing to catch up with learning how to harness and use those incredible powers having hit the ground running and there hadn’t been any time to practice or any manual to study or any apprenticeship to fathom, she had inherited her powers seemingly by random chance and from day one she had been racing to catch up with a degree of power that put her in the forerunner of the world stage. ‘Running to catch up?’ more like tripping down a spiral staircase backwards on her slick stiletto boot heels, the statuesque blonde mused to herself as she decided to take to the high ground and get a better point of perspective on the deserted docks. Omega Woman leapt into the air and soared up to forty feet and hovered.

There were a few men in the immediate distance still fleeing away from the docks, she watched them run with little interest. Apparently the ring leaders she was after in the smuggling operation had already put the word out to all the day to day grunts to vamoose if any ‘suits’ made a drop in today. Her tip had said she would catch the local organized crime lords and several corrupt Port Authority officials shaking hands on board one of the several docked freighters wrangling over payoffs to let another shipment of illegal goods to hit the streets of their fair city, business is business no matter how underhanded and gaudy and it follows an almost unalterable protocol of ritual that can be found through out time and tide and scale and shame. But as the light bay breeze of one of the countries busiest deep sea ports tangled salty fingers through her shoulder length blonde bob, she doubted any such going on’s were indeed at hand. A trap and nothing more, and she had blundered into it like the rookie she really was, even after nine months of almost relentless whirlwind toe to toe day to day patrols and skirmishes she still was making week one newbie mistakes!

Omega Woman glanced down and brushed some of the dirt and concrete dust off her super heroine costume that having several tons of shipping container unceremoniously dumped on a girls unexpected head had a tendency to leave. And noted to herself, with another harangue of self doubt, that any super heroine worth her salt would have given her self a quick once over ‘before’ leaping about into the sky for any would be paparazzi to snap a picture of an arrant nipple slip or embarrassing panty roll creep up peep show, but not her! Luckily there was no press around and nothing seemed to be ‘too’ on display. Her costume consisted of a skin tight red eye mask with crescent flares covering her high cheek bones upon which three bright gold five pointed stars rose up to disappear under the sweep of her fine honey spun gold wavy hair, underneath through the large eye holes her wide hazel eyes flashed an almost mirthful menace above her full crimson easy to smile pouty lips. Her top was a high neck halter top in design, a sleeveless triangle shape which her optional short red cape attached at the neck line. The red top was skin tight and almost latex in appearance but its composition was not of this Earth and was like all of her costume of nigh indestructible material. But a material none the less which behaved with all the hallmarks of lesser mortal fabrics that slipped up and bunched and slide out of place at the most inopportune moments. Even now Omega Woman found herself tugging the tight hem of her top back to its destined harbor against her narrow ribcage where one corner lip had inched its way upward to start its sneaky stealthy march up and over her titanic jugs. The center piece of her top, that is other than her fantastic whooping wonders of creation themselves jiggling barely contained therein, was the Omega logo, an almost elliptical ‘O’ in an almost metallic gold on a red inverted triangle which was in turn embossed upon a gold five sided shape which was further plucked out from her shimmering red top by a black inverted triangle which her enormous 40 DD cup bosom distorted into her devouring cleavage as a hart shape. What ever the significance of the odd design Kameron Drake found the device as alien in its heraldry as any other humane being on the planet Earth. The snug top fitted up close to her upper ribs and was lost beneath the curvature of her buxom breast and was fastened by a very thin red strap around her back and at the neck band its self which had a small gold on black tiny inverted triangle emblem at the center of the small of her throat. The entire top was trimmed out in a narrow black band running along the edges, but like her bottoms was of a very stretchy composition.

Upon her arms she wore two inky black opera gloves that rose up to above her elbow and matched both color and appearance in texture and substance the knee high black stiletto heeled boots she wore on her shapely legs. The gloves had a thin gold bead of color running along the outer seam of the glove from wrist to elbow.

Her bottoms were a pair of French cut high riding bikini style decked out with a field of equal vivid red with the top lip trimmed in black bead with an inverted gold triangle trimmed in thicker black resplendent with a large gold almost metallic star set at its top center, with an almost identical shorter fatter gold and black trimmed triangle set on the back side of the bottoms. The bottoms were several finger widths bellow her naked belly button and narrow enough in cut to make her self conscious of walking in public with her knees almost crossed and her curvaceous thighs almost touching less some cell phone camera catch the natural result of her large full almost spherical buttocks rolling tug of war match with her costume, and to avoid as much as possible the beach goers index finger digging tugs at panty creep fall out! The back side cut of her bottoms were more Brazilian thong than French cut and left a full two thirds of each of her perfectly shaped orbs on full proud display, the hem its self did not quiet rise to contain the upper swell of each cheek and thus left a taught gap one could drop a night stick down, as she had embarrassingly learned in one brief encounter in which a few of Delta Cities finest had leapt in to assist her in wrestling down a peculiarly strong thug (latter to be found hopped up on illegal super heroine milk!) after a long night of combat. The front gold with black trimmed inverted triangle did not disappear into the crotch of her bottoms but to her rather blushing embarrassment stopped with a an almost unerring pinpoint accuracy to single out the base of her clitoris, and the almost constant deeply cleft camel toe that always seemed to be there!

Her simple cape which she did not always summon when she willed her transformation into her suit, was of red with black trim and fell to about the middle of her buttocks. Oddly enough, the rather impractical cape did seem to make flying much easier for her though she couldn’t for the life of her fathom out why. But she could only summon the cape when she initially summoned her costume, and having not summoned it for this outing the only way she could summon it now would be to un-summon her current costume and then re-summon the costume again from scratch. Her original costume had been an ill fitting one piece which she had inherited along with her powers from her scarcely met predecessor, but Kameron had found with much practice she could alter the components of the costume, abet slightly, by picturing her costume in her mind with much concentration before summoning it upon her person. It was hit and miss at best and she found the ‘less’ costume she summoned the more ‘power’ of Omega radiation seemed to be left over emulating from it for her to use to fuel her own powers. A head to toe cat suit while more practical for combat left far fewer ‘rads’ of power for her to use before weakening than the simple two piece she was currently using. Where her costume went when she ‘dismissed’ it or from where it thus came when she re-summoned it was beyond her, she only knew that the costume was freezing cold to the touch of her skin when first summoned and always sent her large very sensitive nipples into shrieking puffy overload under the skin tight red top as well as puckering up her neither folds as well. It always sucked the air out of her at that first grave cold contact! As far as her civilian clothes, nothing she could do could ever re-summon those! If she didn’t want to lose her favorite five hundred dollar leather suede kick skirt forever, then she had to take the time to utterly disrobe before summoning up her costume, otherwise her garments were lost forever in the bright flash of cold light that engulfed her as her costume appeared fully clothed upon her!

Omega radiation was not prevalent in this galaxy. It existed about her in the air of the world upon which she lived but not in any notable strength from which she could draw any power from. Beyond the Earth’s orbit and safely cocooning atmosphere she could find a significant increase in Omega Radiation and it was undoubtedly during her experiences as a NASA astronaut working on the International Space Station where she had become permeated with some of the rare substance, enough so the alien creature she had met in the odd tunnels under the city had some how mistaken her as a fellow alien ‘sister’ come to replace her? But even in her brief flights into outer space as Omega Woman Kameron had never found the Omega radiation there strong enough to feel it ‘replenishing’ her powers. In fact, her searching in space and thus using her Omega powers had far out used any hint of re-supplying from any pockets of the rare Omega radiation she had found there and had almost ended in her demise!

No, Kameron relied upon the Omega radiation that some how her own suit soaked up every time she dismissed it and sent it away and which she bleed off and used once she had summoned it back to her. As such if she sent away her suit for say, twenty-four hours she found it charged sufficiently to go on a two or three day mission of nominal activity. And it had a limit to how much of an Omega charge it would hold, there was no point on sending it away for anything over forty-eight hours as that was how long it took to re-charge its self back up to maximum charge from a point of being almost fully bled dry. The suit its self had an almost watch dog blind mechanic instinct to it and while her senses were sharpened by the Omega beam shot at her from her predecessor awakening her own dormant Aphrodite gene within her, much of her super senses was more of the suit seeming to nudge at her instinct than of her being able to ‘hear clouds scrape together.’ The suit also had a self sense of survival built into it, for example it was the suit which had ‘sensed’ the shipping container just milliseconds before crushing her and it and had instantly formed an Omega force field about her while enhancing her own strength ten fold. That sudden power drain to accomplish this had wiped out much of her suits stored power and now she found her self hovering in the air realizing that for all intensive purposes her ‘day’ was over! She would have to whisk back to one of her safe haven stashes and dismiss the suit for it to power back up, probably take it a full day to do so, and slip back into one of her hidden wardrobes to re-emerge to the world as immaculate repressed semi-retired Kameron Drake. The notion depressed her and she bit a lower lip in self anger at an entire day and yet another beyond that being ‘powerless’ while the goons who had set her up laughed and went freely about their business of robbing and raping the innocent blind!

But there was nothing for it, already she could feel a ‘tiredness’ as if from stair climbing for forty minutes during one of her once-upon-a-time NASA physicals and knew it was the suits way of ‘impressing’ on her that its energy reserve of Omega radiation was rapidly depleting. Still she stubbornly refused to peal off into the sky and high tail it out of there. ‘Why clear the docks when the trap was sprung? Unless, those that sprung the trap had expected her to survive and continue her search.’ Omega Woman made an easy otter spinning turn through the air her long arms at her side as she pirouetted to her right and slid into an arching twisting glide out over the freighters. ‘It would stand to reason that IF the tip had indeed been originally as reliable as she had thought it to be, and that the trap was the result of the tip being discovered after she had received it or even if it had not been discovered and she had merely blundered into a simple security trip wire perimeter booby trap as it were, that they who had set it would still be some where near to it. There are several millions of dollars in weapons ear marked for the mob to use to counter the threat of the gang bangers uniting and working there way lose of the fold and up the crime ecosystem ladder. The weapons are state of the art Russian high tech smuggled in from China. Only the Port Authority had found them and now were black mailing the mob for a greater piece of the pie than what it had been getting. A deal that large and with such high stakes couldn’t be altered just for some ‘bitch n tits’ flying about! They would be near by, but not on one of the dock freighters as her snitch had informed her.’ Omega woman spiraled over the open bay were hundreds of crafts bobbed and weaved on the sparkling waters, looking like pieces of odd sea shell bottle glass on a bed of diamonds.

‘I have no idea what I am looking for,’ mused the thirty-two year old ex-astronaut and current astrophysics researcher on loan from NASA to Delta City’s premier University Department of Space Science. She frowned as she scattered the sea gulls and swooped in lazy loops and sudden zipping zags amongst the miles of ships and boats and barges, her beautiful youthful face shown in radiant flash fire plumage from the reflected sparkle of the myriad dashing white caps tossing bellow her streaking porpoise like shadow. The University had won several grants to prepare works for the projected Mars landing project and she enjoyed working on such an important event in humane history, not lessened in the slightest by her own ability as Omega Woman to soar with some ease to land on the near by moon and kick rocks at the solar wind rusted Apollo Lander. She couldn’t make the journey to Mars even as Omega Woman, her suit would never be able to sustain her that long, even at top speed it would take her several months to reach the distant planet. Somehow she HAD to figure out how to tap into Omega radiation from the galaxy around her and recharge her suit at will while she was wearing it!

‘Oh well’, she shrugged, ‘it was still fun to be around so many young men at the University!’ She hadn’t had time for dating when she had been going through college herself, and she found it somewhat giddy to find herself back amongst ‘hormone high’ now that her own Aphrodite gene hormones were themselves kicking up a storm! She had to laugh at that. All the young undergraduates would strive to get a peak down her blouse at every opportunity and she had to somewhat blushingly admit that she found herself giving them many opportunities a day to do just that! Damn Aphrodite gene! She found herself changing her panties six or seven times a day when she had to step in and take over one of the freshmen calculus classes, all those football players! She was just lucky she didn’t have x-ray vision or she would find herself spending most of her days near the men’s locker room! HA! She snorted at the thought and a sea gull squawked in response and pin wheeled away from her in angry flaps.

The seagull broke her some what lackadaisical reverie and Omega Woman found herself eyeing a Port Authority tug ship nose bumped up tight to a garbage scowl. ‘Surly not,’ she paused to hang above the leeside of mounds of trash bags. ‘It was TOO obvious. No way.’ A figure leaned out of the small garbage scowl cabin and pointed an old .22 caliber rabbit riffle at her and squeezed off a round at her, as the bullet wheezed sinisterly through her tossing hair the super heroine smiled, “BINGQ!”

She shattered through the blue pealing painted weathered oak cabin wall as a crimson blur and rapped the middle aged alcohol smelling grizzled man up side the head with his own firearm, splintering the stock and bending the barrel in the process. There was a puzzled few seconds of blinking as Omega Woman found herself alone in the half destroyed cabin, other than the unconscious bleeding man, as apparently both the garbage ship and the bumping tied along side Port Authority boat were utterly empty! “Ghost ships,” the shapely heroine muttered some what perplexed. “Maybe this isn’t-” the thought died upon the festering garbage stench air as she whirled to see the garbage scowl and nearest of its several full barges in tow erupt men with far more lethal weapons. The garbage sacks heaved and rolled and large previously concealed metal hatches finished pushing open to snap into loud locking positions as men scampered awkwardly up and out of the hatchways to level assault riffles at her. In an instant the entire small wooden cabin was a Swiss cheese of bullet holes as dozens of full auto large caliber weapons sawed the wooden structure into sawdust and toothpicks, “Hey!” Yelped the super heroine as she fell back instinctively throwing an arm over her face against the shower of splinters and lead.

She might be able to shrug off a few hundred tons of steel dumped on her head not twenty minutes ago, but that had drained her suit something fierce and when her suit did something to protect them without her conscious awareness it drank deep into her power well. And there had been the short stop before reaching the pier to pick up the cement mixer which had somehow toppled onto a car with a woman in the front seat and a baby in a baby seat in the back seat, and the run away tram after that and the short visit to the nearby damn the night before to stop the mad bomber holding the city for ransom for ten billion dollars and she hadn’t ‘quiet’ manage to stop all the bombs from going off and that had meant she had to do a bit of super heroine style plumbing repair and there hadn’t been any chance to send her suit ‘back’ during any of that, and now here she was following up her ‘hot tip’ running low on batteries and suddenly here was world war three part two thrown right into her smiling toothpaste commercial puss! UGH! Not her day!

The bullets tarring through the shredding wall and slapping into her skin were full metal jacket large caliber armor piercing shells and they stung like a mother! Forget invulnerability, it felt like some one was scourging her entire body with a bee hive of lye wire mesh and ten million hornets! With her suits diminishing power to deflect the deadly hail steel raining in sleet against her, so to were her own Aphrodite gene natural powers of healing diminishing as well, as her own Aphrodite gene awakened state relied upon the presence of the Omega radiation of her suit to fill in her own genomes gaps and keep the gene structure whole and complete. Without the Omega radiation at a high enough level her own Aphrodite gene powers decreased and in short time would slumber until awoken again by the radiations prescience. Her body was quickly becoming covered in welts and bruises and while that was incredible in context to what a few dozen clips of heavy machine gun fire usually dose to a humane torso at close range, an image of cold oatmeal should suffice, it was definitely not what Omega Woman was use to and it was getting her dander up!

“Stop!” The usually plucky heroine howled now both arms up and head with teeth clenched twisted half bent as if breasting a great storm. “I said-” the heroine screamed and reaching and leaping through what little remained of the teetering shed, she grabbed two of the fully armored black clad Port Authority agents and smashed them together like two great cymbals with a boat rocking wet smack- “STOP!” She tossed first one and then the other now limp men like fast balls right over the middle of home plate where they plummeted as two black ouzels comets hell-bent on vetting harbingers of doom and destruction short lived in their fell prophesies as each almost instantly crashed into a still shooting fellow and sent them now all four slumping silent to the unsteady deck. “So much for my sangfroid,’ the unsteady heroine panted as she staggered to the nearest hatch way. She paused at the lip of the inky black well and shot a grim glance along the line of the garbage barges in tow, only the nearest one had erupted with hatches as this one had, the long train of trash must be just what they appear, only this first barge and the second were disguised by piles of trash. Both hatch ways remained quiet nothing else was coming out. Omega Women rubbed a gloved hand over her arm, her bruises were starting to fade but the stings still lingered and she eyed the tunnel mouth suspiciously. “What would a pro like Ms. Americana do? She wouldn’t hesitate she would go right up the gut! And she doesn’t even have a tenth of my cosmic powers! Ha! She can’t even fly!” Omega Woman snickered at that and breathed a sigh of reassuring calm as she felt the stings begin to fade and a surge of confidence over take her! That she did not feel a like wise surge in her waning Omega powers perhaps should have been given more of a fair notice of cautious awareness than they were!

The room was enormous she could tell that by the echo of her, “Wha- where am I?” still ringing in her ears, but eye squinting white light from all sides made it impossible to see floor roof or walls.

“You are safe, sister.” A reassuring low female voice whispered and she could just make out the swishing sound of someone in front of her approaching.

“I’m naked?!” Kameron Drake screamed in shock as she tore her eyes off of the dimly emerging shape before her and stared in startled wonder at her bodies lack of attire. There was notable giggles around her at that. “Who are you?” Kameron looked up at the blue skinned woman who she instantly recognized as a near copy of the creature who she had first met in the tunnels who had given her the Omega powers, “and you are not humane. Where am I?”

“The ‘snow blindness’ of such a long teleport will wear off rapidly, but for now do not be alarmed Kameron Drake. As for where you are,” the tall slender long limbed creature waved an arm about them and Kameron turned her head her tearing eyes could now make out through the white blindness that they were in an enormous room filled with many strange creatures who milled about in groups talking excitedly around various pieces of machinery, most were wearing some variation of her Omega costume, “you are in the first outpost and one of the last great charter houses of the celestial sisterhood of the order of the Omega defenders of innocence and justice throughout seven universes.”

Kameron stood in awe as her blinking eyes adjusted and she took in the immense towering almost lost in the distance spiraling vault of the great citadel of the Omega sisterhood. Tens of thousands of Omega sisters walked purposefully about its maze of walkways and jutties. “OH MAW GAWD. I’m not in Kansas anymore am I.”

“This charter house is made entirely of crystalline obsidian, a dark opaque substance that when charged with Omega radiation becomes transparent as ether and impregnable to any force of mater. The structure sits on the apex void of an immense black hole, right in the center of the vortex’s horizon, an in-scalable moat to our fortress. It is from the black hole from which we mine the Omega radiations of course. And it is channeled into the central spine, there!” A towering almost living corkscrew of green jelly viscous fluid spun up and out of sight into the unfathomable reaches of the vaults up above. “Your suit is inside one of those supplementary tubes being recharged just as it always has been when you or any other sister disperses it and then it leaves the tube and enters the black hole where time and space are slightly bent by our powers and will to send it back ready to be used when called for again.”

Kameron watched various suits whisk down to vanish into the black hole as others whisked up out of the hole and sped into little small hatch pods of green fluid.

“Until your suit is replenished,” the blue skinned woman nodded and a yellow creature hopped forward carrying a folded robe of light blue material, “for modesty’s sake you may wear this.” Kameron took the soft downy robe and put the large shapeless thing on over her and tossed the cowl off her head.

“Hey, wait a minute,” the shock of it all and the distracting towering structure aside suddenly Kameron found her memories returning to her. “You just- whisked me! Away from the middle of a fight! I had just apprehended several high profile bad guys, real politicians with their hands red and deep in the cookie jar and WHISK! You zap me all the way to where ever the hell I am and-”

The reverend mother didn’t let her finish leading her away from the main central chamber with a wave of her hand she simply chided over her tall shoulder down at the 5’10’’ Kameron Drake like a mother goose to her gaggle. “First, we ‘whisked’ you from a sealed metal container which was filling up with a very powerful anesthetic, with your suit at critical low power, and you yourself strained to the limits of your own genetic power limits. Second, we ‘called’ you here because we thought it was high time we met our sector 1149A Omega Sister who hasn’t manage in over a solar year to patrol not one of the seventeen habitual worlds in which she has been tasked to protect nor make a single visit to anyone of the hundreds of space way rest stops in which she is charged to act as part of the check and balance of those policing elements of those frontier outpost towns. Third, you have made no effort to squelch the on going operations base in the Antarctic ocean of your own home world of the vile ‘breeders’ who had so ferociously captured and imprisoned and then raped repeatedly your predecessor.”

“Wait a minute how was I suppose to know about ‘any’ of that?! And why didn’t you just ‘call’ away or rescue my ‘predecessor’ yourselves instead of leaving her there to be a brood queen to those damn vile creatures!” Kameron found she had to jog to keep up with the blue skinned woman’s long strides.

“We don’t rescue operatives. We didn’t rescue you. You were called here because of a crisis that effects us all. Those ‘breeders’ who had captured 1149A’s previous Omega sister are our most long and constant dire enemy. We have fought with them for eons in a see-sawing battle that has cost the lives of countless worlds. You see these creatures can only reproduce with virgins, and we alone in all the universes through the Omega power, find our bodies constantly transformed upon putting back on our uniforms back into virgins. Thus we have unwittingly been the ideal breeding machines for what was once an almost extinct race and now a numerous powerful menace throughout the cosmos. As far as your lack of training or contact, all I can say is that things in the sisterhood are not as they once were. Our numbers once were in the millions, our chapter houses in the hundreds of thousands, now we are but twenty six thousand strong and only four chapter houses remain. But worse still dissensions splits our ranks. You have been called back here because one of the reverend mothers, Shara of Elzonna has forced through a council measure that requires a mass vote of each and every Omega sister. She wishes to launch a crusade to destroy the Breeder forces that have the first great citadel of the Omega Order with all its holy relics contained within its long barred and battered walls under siege, which is just what the tens of millions of Breeders in their war ships waiting wish so feverishly for us to do! The long suffering sisters of the besieged citadel must surly be freed and the holy relics of the Order rescued as well, but to send every last Omega sister to her doom is a madness born out of lunatic fanaticalism!” The tall blue skinned reverend mother stopped abruptly before two mighty portal doors and turned roundly upon the almost breathless Kameron. “You have been brought her little one, across ten million light years to vote upon the extinction of our entire order or of our most sacred and most symbolic holy birthplace and all those hundreds of brave souls pledged to guard it to the bitter end!” The reverend mother turned and entered through the large doors which parted with a thunder clap and the two of them found themselves in a room filled with thousands of loud robed women standing on a floor that rose in tiers to a podium in its lofty center. The reverend mother grabbed Kameron’s wrist and lead her up the risers as the crowd bowed and parted readily before her, “besides a great evil man of your species has made a foul deal with those Breeders he found dormant in the Antarctic ice and awoken several years ago. He has helped them capture super heroines of his home world, Aphrodite gene women you call them, and the Breeders are trying to fathom a crude method of using the gene structure for their own nefarious purposes. What those are we know not, what with you and your predecessors failure to find out for us. But we do know that those dim witted fool Breeders swapped some of their ‘acquired’ technology gathered through their galaxy spanning chevauchee, the Breeders may be slow witted and lacking in much foresight but they are relentless, this other man though was a bit brighter and he quickly made much use of the purloined technology offered to him. However, the difference between cleverness and genius is but the telltale disaster that befalls the former when luck turns its pretty head. This fellow has stumbled upon the red cloud of death. A horrible device created as a last stance effort to destroy the Breeders on a previous world. It kills everything, everything and leaves nothing but a hulk of lifeless rock in its wake. This man has greatly misunderstood this device and plans on extorting absolute power over his world by releasing it in small quantities here and there to blackmail the humane race to his demands. The fool doesn’t realize the gas is a living organism of sorts and will multiply even as it devours.”

Kameron jerked her wrist out of the iron grasp of the tugging reverend mother and stopped dead in her tracks. “Then I must return at once to Earth and stop this mad man!”

“The fool has already released the gas on a town in Eastern Hungry. It is too late. You were brought here as we have too few Omega sisters left as it is, and once a power has been bestowed upon a selected champion by a sister at the moment of her passing, it can never be removed by any power any of us possess. Just as once an Omega power is lost with a sister who dies without passing on her power and power suit, it is lost forever to all of us. Our ability to make ‘new’ suits of power and thus ‘new sisters’ from scratch as it were, requires the holy relics in the besieged citadel. Cut off from us half a galaxy away by the siege lines of the Breeders armada.”

“All the more reason for us to attack at once and reclaim our birth right from the infidels who choke our very order by its throat of creation!” The voice was booming and all turned to see the young three eyed Shara of Elzonna ascending the highest central riser, hundreds of followers cheered in her wake.

“But I must be allowed to save my world!” Kameron pleaded her voice lost in the loud angry throng stirred up by Shara‘s sudden appearance.

“I’m sorry but we already discussed and voted on that. By allowing the sacrifice of your small world the crippled ships of the Breeders trapped there will die in the red cloud of death along with everything else. It is an acceptable amount of collateral damage. To be rid of such a foreword menace in our rear sector at such a time of desperate weakness amongst our Order.” The blue skinned reverend mother said slowly amongst the loud angry shouts flinging about the room with Shara’s appearance at the top dais.

“But I never got to vote!” Kameron pleaded in confusion.

“We cast your vote on the side of saving your world. That made the tally twenty five thousand seven hundred and forty two to one. I’m truly sorry, this war has made us cripples and jaded souls all. I’m truly sorry.”

The rest of the tumultuous event was lost to Kameron’s numb senses, she felt but did not feel, her body pitched upon the rancorous waves of shouting furious robbed women who seemed divided in to several fractions but two were decidedly of the largest; Shara’s crusade and the direct opposition to the planned crusade which seemed headed by several women but no singular charismatic leader as Shara, the outcome seemed certain as both parties sent feelers rushing about the room to try and sway the smaller independent groups to vote for their ‘just’ cause and save the sisterhood from certain ruin. How two direct opposites could both so convincingly lay claim that a vote for the other meant ruin for all was both a wonder and a fear that had all the sisters muttering into the confines of their holocaust hoods.

Kameron Drake stuttered about the circular hallways of the central spine of the great chapter house having slipped out of the chaos of the riotous chamber. Her head was swimming with the horrors of her worlds emanate demise and her utter helplessness to save it or even try. To be the last of her race, a stranger amongst strangers, it was confusing and frustrating and terrifying.

“You need not be sad, little sister.” Kameron spun to find Shara approaching behind her with several of her followers in tow. “You will have your revenge on these vile breeders that have brought about the destruction of your world and race. For I have a special task for you that will be a surprise to all! I will send you down to your world with this,” the three eye very large busted slim woman produced a box from under her robe. “You will return to your Earth and collect a sample of the red cloud of death into this box. And then the box will teleport the cloud into the central Breeder ship controlling the siege of the great Omega citadel. We sisters are bound by oath never to use such weapons of lethal power as the red cloud of death, but there is nothing that says we can not ‘return’ such a weapon back to its owner per say. With the central control ship thus consumed we will easily defeat the other ships, overwhelming them in a sudden powerful charge. And with the citadel liberated we will teleport the red cloud of death back into its box and in a single victory we will have halved the Breeders numbers! Restoring honor and peace and balance to our Order!”

Kameron took the small gold and black box, “will this save my world?”

“Nothing I’m afraid can do that.” Shara shrugged. “It takes the vacuum of space to confine and limit the growth of the red cloud of death. Your world is too rich in life for the cloud now released to ever be up rooted and dislodged. Will you under take this secret task. Kameron of Earth?”

Kameron nodded sadly and the entire entourage with Shara at its center spun away in rapid strides, Shara calling out over her shoulder, “pick up your Omega suit and press the small gold ‘O’ symbol upon your chest piece it will act as a re-call teleport and send you instantly back to your world. I have already had it re-programmed. I also took the liberty of upgrading some of the minor components of your basic suit structure to increase its energy reserves. I fear you will need it in approaching the red cloud of death” Kameron stifled her questions and watched them go. “Good luck little one, we are all depending upon you!” They disrobed as they parted and Kameron saw how little their Omega costumes were and how little they covered of their alien bodies, and how shapely the women were, truly a sign of many, many rapes and thus many years of Omega sister service.

Kameron sighed and studied the odd box with growing puzzlement. A thought continued to tug at her but refused to take any recognizable shape, it plagued her as a vague sensation of unease. With a concentration of will Kameron Drake summoned her suit upon her, picturing some of the designs she had seen since her arrival to trim a few more inches of fabric here and there and thus leave even more omega power for her to use up out of the newly skimpy suit. But she did not key the gold ‘O’ on her chest to send her back to Earth. Instead she cautiously set off after the disappeared Shara and her minions of Omega sisters, something just wasn’t right and Omega Woman wanted to know what that was?

“Do you think it wise to trust so vital of a task to a mere Earth Aphrodite, Shara? They are after all little more than whores!”

Shara spun on the crowd of Omega suited women around her, her enormous breasts scattering the group, “leave all such ‘thinking’ to me! Now, leave me! I must pre-pare for our crusade!” The women quickly took their leave of Shara and fled away from her. Shara looked carefully about her and then keyed her golden ‘O’ upon her chest. “Can you hear me, vile one? It is I Shara!”

There was a pause and then sound of static followed by hissing grunts, “we hear you ole treacherous one. I commander of the Breeders hear you, speak!”

Shara smiled and cooed into the air, “my plan goes well. I have sent the Earthling Omega Woman back to her home planet with a red cloud reclaimer box, with several of the principle circuits removed. As soon as she approaches the cloud she will be consumed and destroyed.”

“Such a waste of good brood queen potential!” The voice painfully hissed.

“I told you, she now possesses the suit of the former 1149A and thus all its memories it has experienced. It alone, other than mine, has first hand experience of you and your species and yet is free and not in your captivity.”

“Speaking of which, when will I have the rightful place of raping you again, Shara?”

Shara wiggled her hips and smiled, “I can scarcely contain my lust for your enormous cock my lord and master! But first we must follow my plan to the letter. The Earth girl must be destroyed. Her suit is the only one other than mine which has had immediate and prolonged contact with your brethren. It alone can translate your langue for her and make your communications known to her, and besides it is an old suit and houses much power gathered over time. In time she may even be offered the mantel of a reverend mother if something is not done soon.”

“A threat to your power, eh Shara?”

“A threat to our plan, ole great cock master of the Breeders! With her gone I will soon send the entire remainder of the Omega sisterhood straight into your clutches! You will have twenty thousand brood queens to perpetually rape! Meanwhile, I will convince the sister holding the citadel that we have won the battle and they will allow me to teleport inside the citadel and soon I will have conquered them as well!”

“Excellent! More Omega pussy for our cocks to seed!”

“But remember our deal, ole master of cocks!” Shara frowned.

“Of course! You give us the last of the Omega sisterhood for brood queens, and we give you your precious citadel full of dusty relics!”

“From which I shall re-create my own new sisterhood of loyal followers to enslave the galaxy! While of course supplying you with new brood mothers as an annual indemnity to your greatness!”

“My cock longs to destroy your pussy, Shara!”

“Soon, Breeder Captain, soon.” Shara pressed her golden ‘O’ again and the communication was severed. She pulled at the corner of the soaked crotch of her Omega outfit and cleared her throat and then continued upon her way. Behind her Kameron Drake rose up from behind an island of equipment and with her face twisted up in rage pressed her own golden ‘O’ on her chest and vanished in a flash of white light.

The soldiers watched the large swollen red cloud so seemingly inert and harmless list unmindful of the large fans and fire hoses pointed at it. Occasionally it would touch or brush up against something and slowly engulf it like stick glue and then go back to just sitting there more like a mound of wet pink cotton candy than a cloud. The soldiers parted as Omega Woman walked past them up the slight hill the now four mile mass of red cloud now was slowly devouring a school house and a herd of cows!

For seventy-two hours Omega Woman had sweated over the golden box. Upon teleporting back to Earth she had instantly sought out the small town under siege of the strange red cloud, the incident had not yet been translated into English yet and so all of North America remained ignorant of the threat to their existence. But she had scanned the internet and found the news event on a Russian wire service web page, along with the ransom demands from some guy calling himself, ‘Red Bear’? if her Russian translation was right? It had taken her all of about four hours of searching to find the frantic black mailer would be world ruler and with several of his pieces of equipment which the Breeders had given him in exchange for Aphrodite gene super heroines to take genetic samples from, she had managed to repair the sabotaged gold box.

Now with her hart in her throat Omega Woman leapt up into the air and soared above the red cloud of death. As she neared its center, a red tendril shot surprisingly up out of the vicious clump and snared her and yanked her in an instant into its center! The soldiers gasped and some made cross signs over their chests, but then the saw the red cloud turn purple and quiver and then explode into an ever thinning fast moving gas. It quickly spread out as it dissipated and covered much of the country. Out of its center Omega Woman coughing and hacking, staggered out with the burnt out half melted husk of the gold box in one gloved hand, She glanced at it in some what surprise, “Oops! I guess that wasn’t quiet right.” The buxom battler peered through the thinning purple haze as she waved her other arm before her eyes, and smiled broadly at the sight. For there in front of her the parting purple mist revealed that the red cloud of death had been mutated into a purple cloud of ‘disrobing’! Instead of eating everything, it now only eats garments! Omega Woman smiled as in her skimpy new costume she eased her curvaceous figure down the hill and sauntered up to the small group of naked soldiers blinking at her and reaching down, latched a gloved hand firmly onto a privets privets and snickered, “at ease solider! You might want to make sure the safety is on that ‘gun’ of yours.” And laughing as she passed through the giddy throng she smacked a firm square ass cheek of a sergeant and winked as she launched herself back up into the purple cloud sun set, her disappearing form being saluted by all.

“I’m afraid even with your warning, Shara managed to escape,” the blue skinned reverend mother’s holographic projection hovered in the air born on a beam projecting out from the golden ‘O’ of Omega Woman’s chest. “I’m afraid you have made quiet a powerful enemy in her, little one. And it saddens me to say that she did manage to trick our sisters in the prime citadel into allowing her and her followers inside its force fields. She is even now struggling to make a new ‘Order’ of a sisterhood. But her failure to provide the Breeders with twenty thousand Omega brood mothers means she is now trapped inside their on going siege of the citadel prime. Her unholy alliance with the Breeders has been shattered! So as they continue now to hammer away at one another, we have a few moments of peace to prepare ourselves for our ‘two’ mortal enemies now. You have done well, little one. Until again.” The projection ended and Omega Woman stepped away from the brick alleyway and looked up into the star riddled night sky as a voice rang out behind her, “this trash bag chaffs! Surly you have some clothes left?! I’ll even take a bed sheet and make a toga!”

“I’m sorry Mr. Mayor there’s not a stitch of fabric left in all of Hungry!”

“Oh, dear lord! Say, you there! I’ll give you a thousand Euros for those pants! Hey, get that camera crew out of here!”

Omega Woman tiredly shook her head and smiled.