Mob-Girl 9 by Dru Everyone was on urgent orders on not move a muscle. The commotion caused by the sudden laser assault on the radio equipment had slid the chopper further down the spire. They were still swaying when Bowen thought he saw movement outside again...a blur of human skin...almost an hour later. "What was that?" The airframe lurched, then the occupants experienced the sensation of riding an express elevator as the blackhawk slid rapidly up the spire, finally becoming free of it. Everyone grunted as they found themselves accelerating away from the city, the street-lights below streaking past. Bowen lost his bearings as the chopper flew faster than it ever could under its own power for the second time that night, and the city lights gave way below them to become virgin forest. His night vision equipment displayed only blurs and splotches as the landscape flashed by. Emily held the chopper by the wheel strut and left the city with it. Zooming to the forest she selected a rocky clearing and slowed gently to a hover above. Looking up through the steel she smiled at the terrified men inside and their facial expressions. Landing on a grassy patch she held the chopper straight out at arms length. Bending her knees she put it down and floated up and away from it as it settled into the soft ground. Once they realized they had landed, the men inside the chopper opened the door and jumped out. Examining their surroundings, the elite troops searched everywhere for their enemy. "All-clear, sir," someone reported. Soon all the troops were gathered near the wrecked chopper with eyes looking in all directions. "What the hell could do that?" another soldier demanded. Picking this moment, Mob-Girl descended into their line of sight. Even in the pale moonlight her exquisite curves made irresistible eye-magnets. "Not what," she informed them, "But who. And the answer is me." The soldiers were clearly dumbfounded by the naked woman floating in the air above them. None of them had read the Daily Planet, so no-one had any idea what was going on. "Sarge...I think they spiked our dinner again." Smiling broadly, Emily let the sweating men check her out as she drew nearer and touched her feet to the grass. Flashlights were focused on her, but even as the powerful torches shone in her eyes Mob-Girl could still see the sweat beading on their foreheads. Emily just stood there a moment, tilting her head to the side and licking her lips while they circled around her. "Put your hands on your head and drop to your knees!" someone finally ordered. "You guys have no idea what you're up against," she told the speaker, walking right up to him with mind-spinning speed. Before he knew what was going on, she had her hand behind the small of his back, and he could feel her pert breasts against him. Her free hand brushed the hair from his eyes as she gave him a quick one-armed hug that mashed his internal organs. It thrilled her to feel his bulging form succumb between her arm and her own slim body, and she turned to another and grabbed his chin as her first victim fell silent to the ground. Snapping the next man's jaw quite unintentionally, she lifted him up as he kicked at her to no avail. "You guys are in trouble," she told him. "If I were you I'd be leaving." As she said the final word, Emily moved her hand a few inches and released him. The soldier flew across the clearing and crumbled dramatically into a tree. One of them made a move, ripping out his long knife and darting in from behind. He jammed the blade full-force into her back, and watched the tip snap off. His arm jarred painfully, but he didn't feel his discomfort very long. She span around so fast he was thrown off his feet by the moving air, and a moment later he was a smoldering pile of ash. Seeing her disintegrate one of their number with beams originating from her eyes, the army unit broke up under barked commands from the lieutenant. Realizing who was in charge, Mob-Girl appeared suddenly in front of the running lieutenant, who collided with her and landed in a heap. Putting her toes on his head she popped his skull. "This is great!" she declared, her hands finding her hips as the inevitable gunfire finally began. The troops spread out in the clearing, most of them finding cover behind boulders or trees and taking up fire on their strange enemy. Emily sighed in contentment and reveled in the lead shower, the bullets shattering on her flesh like drops of water. Speeding up her senses, she watched the thick wall of small-arms fire drift lazily her way. Selecting a few bullets at random, she flicked them with her finger at the men who were trying so desperately to kill her. Even while the other bullets continued to drift sluggishly, the ones that were hit by her finger zoomed fast at their targets and tore holes right through their chests. "Hank! Charlie!" someone called out, "We need some of your magic." Wondering what 'magic' they hoped to defeat her with, Emily looked at them in pale light and read dog-tags until she had found both Hank and Charlie. She would have found them faster if had she known to look for the two guys with bazookas. But she still had them both marked long before they had readied themselves to fire. "Die, bitch!" Hank cried, releasing the rocket at the super-terrorist. Emily tensed herself, and let the rocket fly into her gut. She then discovered how magnificent it felt to have a high-powered explosive device detonate against her skin. A fireball erupted around her and consumed the grass and shrubs at her feet. The darkness became daylight for a moment, but before that moment ended another rocket flashed through the clearing. Turning her head Emily realized Charlie had missed. But rather than let the projectile pass by, Emily stepped sideways and intercepted it with her left breast. She was rewarded with an even more pleasurable sensation than the first had given her. Taking stock of the situation, the remaining troops ran deeper into the forest. Emily was impressed by how smart they were, but she had no intention of letting them get away. She soared over to a pile of boulders and hoisted one the size of a bar-fridge into the air. It felt like a big piece of hollow polystyrene. Choosing a target at random, she launched the large stone. It came crashing down accurately on the moving soldier, killing him instantly. Three more joined him in quick succession, then Mob-Girl took once more to air, and flew about picking them off with a variety of techniques. Some she blasted through trees with her destructive lungs, some she reduced to ashes. Most she just pushed with her hand, whether they hit trees or boulders the effect was the same. Surveying her victory over the band of soldiers, Emily realized she hadn't even worked up sweat. Yet she had taken them all out bare-handed in under three minutes. "No-one can stop me!" she declared triumphantly, rubbing her hands over herself and recalling how enjoyable the bazooka rounds had been. Then her sharp ears, the sharpest on the planet, detected hushed breathing. Turning her gaze to the chopper wreck, she found two men quivering inside the useless aircraft. One of them watching her through the corner of the open door with strange goggles strapped to his face. Realizing that the overwhelming attacker was looking him in the eye, Bowen felt a shiver of fear and barely maintained control of his suddenly loose bowels. At the freakish speed she been operating at, the unfolding events had been hard to follow. But Bowen had gotten the jist of it all just fine. This naked woman, who possessed an aura of health and vitality that almost glowed, had taken down every soldier in the unit. The strength she displayed made him feel very small. The fact the she could fly made the career pilot green with envy...that green tinge paled by the fear she inspired in him. The navigator moved first. Realizing they had not escaped the attention the powerful woman he darted outside and ran for the tree line. Bowen looked out after him, calling him back. But it was too late. The woman entered the scope of Bowen's vision from above, and he could see her hand reach down and grasp Walsh's vest. Bowen climbed out of the chopper and watched her disappear almost straight up into the sky with Walsh dangling from her arm. Without hesitation Bowen took his opportunity, and ran. "Do you like flying?" Mob-Girl asked, taking her latest victim skyward through a cloud. His screams excited her as she took him into the high reaches of the atmosphere. "Please! I'm just a navigator!!" Smiling at him, Emily could see his face go blue even in the dim light, and as she continued to rise the effects of the decreasing pressure became more apparent. She felt as vibrantly comfortable as ever while he sagged and stopped moving. He passed out, then something strange happened. She had been watching him so carefully that Mob-Girl hadn't noticed she was leaving Earth's atmosphere. Not until icicles formed on Walsh's already frozen face did she realize the extreme altitude she'd reached. Just as Emily was taking this development in, the corpse she carried into space with her swelled and exploded in the vacuum. "I can fly in space!" she marveled, turning her powerful eyes toward the dazzling depths of the Milky-Way. Deciding to explore this new frontier later, Mob-Girl descended back toward the forest she had launched from moments before. It took a moment to locate the clearing again, but when she did it took only a glance for her to find the last surviving soldier had fled. But he couldn't possibly escape the unearthly powerful woman who pursued him. Emily circled the area, and found him running through the forest toward the distant lights of town. Coming down to glide fifty feet over his head, Mob-Girl watched him a moment. He was running with all his energy, adrenalin surging through his muscles. Emily flew along, relaxed and comfortable on a cushion of air. Running a hand down the smooth curvaceous form of her radiantly feminine body, Emily thought about all the damage she had done today and felt her arousal rise. She'd always wanted to make an impact on the world, but never dreamed that when she did it would be so easy. Vivid memories washed over her of the unfortunate men who had stood in her path that day, and how little they had tested her abilities. Never again would she know fear. Never again would her world be the same. Going ahead of her target, Emily twisted in the air and landed in front of him. Bowen thought he was almost out of the danger area, but was still going full steam when he saw the woman he ran from appear from the darkness and land lightly on the track before him. "Going somewhere, lover boy?" she asked, her hands rising to her hips. Turning so fast he tripped, Bowen darted off in another direction. He knew it wouldn't help but in his current mental state he just didn't know what else to do. This young lady was unlike anything Bowen had encountered before. The only person who could fly unaided the way this woman did was Superman. Superman was also the only person who could move with such blinding speed, or shoot lasers from his eyes and blow gales with his lungs. If things were as they seemed, Bowen knew with cold certainty there was no way he could fight this unidentified flying woman and win. "Look at you," a low voice, uncomfortably close to ear, mumbled in amusement. Still running Bowen turned his head to see the woman flying leisurely beside him, and he took in the face of his invincible enemy from close up. He was so drawn in by the unexpectedly smooth youth and beauty of her features that he ran straight into a tree. Mob-Girl put her feet down next to the fallen man and shook her head. "Idiot." Looking through his clothes Emily was delighted at what she found. Not only was this guy as fit as an elite athlete, he was hung like a rock-star. She felt a warmth inside as her arousal went up a notch. He came around to look up at her with horrified eyes, his night-vision goggles having been knocked off in the fall. Bowen was enthralled as he drank in the perfect body standing over him. The fact that he couldn't see her clearly in the darkness of night only served to increase her allure. Then his nostrils caught a whiff of something very pleasing to his senses. The woman was getting aroused, and the scent of her wafted his way to send his head reeling. A hunger erupted within him, and Bowen's years of training went out the window. Leaping to his feet he groped her body, his nerve endings rejoicing in contact with her flesh. Her skin felt more soft and smooth than any woman had proven to be before. Comparing her texture to a normal woman's was like leather and vinyl...no contest. yet as he massaged her breasts and narrow waist he found it hard to make an impression on the diamond hardness of her muscles. Trying to pull himself bodily against her, he only managed to move himself. But the end result was the same so he hardly noticed. He put his tongue to her full lips, but found himself unable to part them. Emily just stood there and let him have his way with her. She could see he was putting everything her had into his efforts to feel her irresistible flesh. The feathery strokes of his rough hands still pleased her, though her own fingers still felt much more earnest in their gentle administrations. His vague rapid groping. Embracing her and drawing himself firmly against her body, the man tried to kiss her. Unable to get past her lips he started licking her, moaning with pleasure and clearly enjoying the taste. Putting a hand on his ass Emily pulled his erection into her lower stomach. The cheek in her hand squished like a giant overripe plum, and his never-stiffer cock bent on her firm lower-abs. The last time Emily had made love the experience had been very different. Before she had always been dominated in bed, because she liked her men big and tough. But now the tables had been turned. Realizing this guy wasn't going to give her the rodeo ride she liked to receive, Emily decided to continue and see if he could do anything at all for her. Feeling feint tugs on her arms, Emily noticed he was trying to get her down on the ground. Letting out a little giggle in his beetroot face, she fell backward and used her resistance of gravity to make her fall slow and gentle. Opening her legs she licked her lips and waited for him to begin. She could feel him tapping on her, but he was having no more luck with this than he'd had trying to French-kiss her. Reaching down she penetrated herself with her fingers, savoring the moment. Prying her gate open for him, she clamped a hand carefully on his easily bruised rear and forced him inside. Relaxing herself and taking her fingers away, Emily started playing with her hair as he thrusted eagerly away. Even after his long sprint through the undergrowth he still a lot of energy left. Every now and then he got stuck, so Emily had to keep a finger or two down there to keep the traffic flowing. He was good, and if she wasn't super Emily might have enjoyed his work a lot more. But she was way out of his league, and he exploded with a long animal cry long before she neared her peak. He remained semi-hard, and his eyes were still insane with lust, but without the full force of his erection the man was no longer able to shaft her. Not nearly satisfied, Mob-Girl wiped his saliva off her face with so much pressure it vaporized from her skin. "You like using your tongue, don't you?" she asked him, holding his face by the chin so he looked her in the eye. "Then you should love this." Emily pushed his head down past her navel. Bowen had never experienced anything like this before. This super-woman was tighter than a noose. Once she helped him achieve penetration Bowen was gifted with the greatest pleasure he had ever felt. The smell of her, the taste of her sweat, the frank look of lust on her face, they all combined with his difficult thrusting to make his ejaculation longer and more intense than any he had ever experienced in his over-active love-life. When his eyes rolled back to their normal position, he was sent reeling by her beauty once again. He had seen more glamorous faces, but the blatant perfection of every square inch of her body more than compensated for that. Martin was just realizing how sore his receding penis was when she sent sparks of agony flying through his jaw. She said something, moving him effortlessly up to look him in the eye, but he didn't catch it. Still holding him by the chin she dragged him downward. Having relieved himself, Martin was beginning to regain control. His arousal was still there, like a drug-high, but he could think again. Realizing what was going on, Bowen tried to jerk himself out of her grip, but there was no way he could. A moment later he was wondering why he had resisted. When he was presented with her clean bush and the lubricated gateway to heaven, he did something he had never done before. He performed oral sex. The woman started to moan, and she moved about beneath him and massaged herself thoroughly. Then her moan grew, the tone coursing through him to give Bowen back his full erection. He was about to use it when she reached her high peak and her cry of satisfaction brought him over the top. Her orgasm went on longer than he thought it would, and he felt the inside of her thighs clamping on his ears as she lost herself in pleasure. Bowen cried out in agony as he felt his head being squeezed like a pimple, her legs closing as if he wasn't even there. Then Pilot Officer Martin Bowen didn't just go silent, he went dead. Opening her eyes slowly as she felt her heart-rate drop and her body come back from the tallest highs of passion, Emily looked down and realized the man who had helped her achieve her release had been crushed between her thighs. Floating up to her feet, she let him slide to the ground and examined the gore that remained between her legs. As she accelerated up into the night sky Emily considered going into space and exploring the solar system. But there was still so much she hadn't done here on Earth, so she decided to let it wait. She'd never been that interested in space anyway. Arcing through the sky so fast that the dirt and blood on her skin vaporized, Emily headed out over the countryside for a lengthy joy flight. [ Part 3: "Attached Text" ] Not the One 17 By Dru The council chamber was silent. In the middle of a room a group had gathered. Four new arrivals had shown up in the last hour to join Roan in the center of the room. They were speaking without words, glancing at one another and making gestures as they spoke. "So how do we do this?" one asked, the group having decided there were enough of them to take The Unchosen down. "We have to concentrate our energies into just one of us. If we combine we make ourselves as powerful as she has become." "Which one of us will face her then? We must choose carefully." "I am the biggest," the largest ring-bearer declared. "It should be I who goes." "No. You know as well as I do that size is unimportant when it comes to the rings." "Roan is right," another agreed with her. "And besides, I understand she defeated the first ring-bearer to challenge her because he was a male. I think we need to send a woman." Susan looked about at the city below her, her eyes taking in everything from the large buildings of the inner-city to the ants crawling through the lawns of suburbia. She was having trouble deciding on who she should use to ease her growing arousal. There were so many good men in the city it made for a very hard choice. Unable to choose, she decided to test her ability to alter others. There was a particularly unattractive man sleeping under a heap of newspapers near a back-alley dumpster far below. Susan descended to land next to him, her clothes altering into a trendy item she remembered from a fashion magazine. "Hello. You don't know me, but I need your help with something. His dirty beard shook, a string of saliva running through it, as the homeless man's wide eyes drank her in. He was about to get up, when he found himself lifting from the ground by what seemed to be solid air. "What the..." "Just relax," the gorgeous woman told him, floating up and edging closer. "You're going to enjoy this." The alleyway around them blurred into pure white, then the bright light faded to reveal long rolling dunes of Australia's red center. Susan looked him over, and the man jumped as she began remodeling him. First of all she turned most of his fat into muscle, and straightened his crooked back. Then she looked thoughtfully at his face. "You're not very handsome, are you? Let's see what we can do about that." Taking great care Susan shaped his features into more appealing proportions, and changed his brown eyes to green. Getting carried away she made herself an impossible visage of a man, and made him strong enough that he could massage her own incredible body. "Let's get to work, shall we?" she suggested, increasing her own level of attraction tenfold to get him performing at his best level. Susan kept them off the ground, and contained the shockwaves with an imaginary barrier to prevent their over-energized exertions from destroying the planet. Her first release melted the sand inside her invisible barrier. The second cracked the glass, and after that the molten sand began to boil. Susan had to power her lover up a bit in order for him to survive as the temperature inside her sphere rose steadily with her passion. Roan had never felt this powerful. As each ring-bearer poured the energy under their control into her body, she felt the immense power surge within her. "I'll crush her, and be back before you know it." Roan took off gently, concentrating the power within her, she smoothly accelerated into the sub-Kelvin void and sought out the Unchosen. She found her in no time at all, engaged in a sexual explosion on a desolate part of her home world. "This will be easy," Roan thought aloud, impressed at the small amount of time it took to find her target and hover in the atmosphere above. Looking down at the flaming ball, she gently lifted it with the tendrils of her thoughts until it entered orbit. Roan didn't want their conflict to destroy this beautiful galaxy, so she towed the Unchosen into the void between galaxies, and stopped to examine her enemy through the flames. "Wow," she breathed, impressed not by the Unchosen One, but by the man she had altered. Roan's own primal urges rose deep within her, but she turned her thoughts to the woman. The Unchosen was magnificent, an aura of power surrounding her visible even within the churning blaze of molecules. Roan brought her fist up in front of her and dove into the surface of the sphere. Susan was so submerged in her pleasure that she didn't realize what was going on outside her flaming sphere. When her impenetrable mental shield was shattered, she felt pain for the first time since Tyrin had attacked her. As the sphere collapsed, the flames exploded out and faded away. But before they were smothered by the void Susan was hurt again by the attacker, slammed in the gut by a blow unlike anything she had ever felt before. Susan was thrown through the void, her broken ribs mending as she regained control. Her love-slave died as she regrouped, filling herself with all she had. Yet when the woman she could see flashing toward her impacted her arrogantly exposed abdomen, Susan was still sent tumbling. Though not as far. The harder impact served to hurt the attacker as well, and the new champion of the Council changed tactics. "Give me your rings, or die Earthling," the ring-bearer declared. "I think I've heard that somewhere before," Susan remarked, already searching the other woman's head for information. But the door into her attackers mind slammed firmly shut. "It won't be that easy." All Susan had learned was her name. "Come on, then, Roan," Susan invited, holding up her fists and preparing to fight it out. Roan blurred, moving almost too fast to follow, and assaulted Susan with twenty-three super-powerful blows a second. Some got through Susan's defensive strokes and caused real pain. Susan realized that this fight was going to be close, and she turned her mind to finding a weakness in her enemy. Roan was delighted as the blows she got through clearly pained the Unchosen. If she could hurt her, then Roan knew she could kill her. Intensifying her assault, Roan was taken by surprise as Susan kicked her in the ribs. Recovering quickly from her spin, Roan held out her hand and blasted the Unchosen with a green beam of agony. It was then that Roan noticed only one ring on her enemy's hand. But how could the woman withstand such an assault with such a fraction of Roan's own strength? Susan held down her pain as best she could. She could see that her opponent was put out by the fact she had only one ring. Susan was a little confused by the same thing. Roan was only wearing one ring too, and yet she was clearly much more powerful than any other ring-bearer Susan had encountered before. A moment of agony later, Susan noticed several tendrils of almost invisible energy flowing out of the woman's shoulders. She followed them back to the world of the Council, and smiled through her pain. "So that's how you're so powerful." Susan closed her eyes, and when she opened them she was floating in the tower of the Council. Below her the ring-bearers stood in a small circle, oblivious to her presence. She looked down at the rings on their fingers and her smile grew triumphant. "Nice try, people. But I'm afraid it just won't work." Susan snapped her fingers, and obliterated the circle of ring-bearers in a contained explosion. The rings they had worn floated in the air where their bearers had been only half a moment before. "See what you bloodlust has gotten you?" she asked the trembling councilors. "Just watch this." Looking at the rings, she concentrated on their molecules and moved them apart until they formed a single cloud of metallic vapor. Susan floated into the cloud, and the molecules merged at her command into her body. The sensation of taking so many power-rings at once drew a long moan from her. The vibrations and tone of her voice shaking the entire planet and drawing every creature into her pleasurable state. "Man, that felt great!" she declared, pumping herself up with even more power than she had known before. Her sensual curves expanded as her muscles grew to accommodate her immense strength. Even though she condensed her power as much as she could, Susan's muscles remained quite large, glistening with raw power. The air around her shimmered as she looked at the feeble Council. They cowered away from her, trying to comprehend how powerful she had just become. Putting her hands to hips, Susan laughed at them. The shockwaves her laughter produced spread out in a wall of destruction all around her, reducing everything in their path to base atoms. The councilors never heard her laugh. Neither did anyone else on the surface of the doomed planet. The sound-waves produced by Susan's laughter passed right through the developed world, reducing the entire home world of the Council to space dust in under a minute. As the sound waves reached out even through the void of space, the moon was reduced to dust. All this made the unimaginably powerful woman laugh harder, accelerating the destruction of the entire solar-system. Halting the unstoppable wave of devastation with her mind, Susan left the massive cloud of dust and sought Roan. The would-be heroin was flying toward the Council as fast as she could. But without the other ring-bearers augmenting her power it was a much longer trip back. Blinking her eyes, Susan appearing in the hurried ring-bearer's flight path. Roan had just enough time to see that Susan was smiling before she ploughed into her abdomen. Both of them had been hurt the last time this happened, but this time only one of the super-women cried out. It took Roan several heartbeats to rebuild her body. When she opened her eyes, they were filled with terror. "Hello again. Sorry to rush off like that before. Now, where we were we? I think I was just about to do this..." Susan puckered her lips, and blew gently at her opponent. Roan rocketed away, her nose already bleeding from Susan's mental transmission. The try-hard do-gooder's ability to propel herself was tremendously overpowered by the force of Susan's breath. Flashing past her new plaything, Susan let the tumbling woman collide with her. The impact was even more momentous than the last, and it took Roan a little longer to re-form as her broken body drifted through the void. "How about this?" Hovering a fair distance away, Susan punched the empty void in front her. Her imaginary blow broke every bone in Roan's body, and sent her zooming toward a young galaxy. Her eyes couldn't focus, because of the high speed more than the pain, yet as she began to slow down she knew the Unchosen was right there. "Please, I just want to go home..." "You came here to kill me," Susan accused, her telepathic signal resounding in Roan's head like a billion-piece-orchestra. "But instead, you and your friends have made me even more powerful." "Please! You're hurting my head!" "Really? I'm trying to be gentle." Susan smirked. "How's this?" she asked, 'speaking' loudly. Susan watched Roan's eyes roll back in her head as she spasmed for a while. But eventually she came back. "Take off your ring." Susan whispered to her, Roan's body quivering with every syllable. "Let me go..." "Give it to me." "Stop it!" "Give it to me, or I'll just kill you and take it. I've already killed all your little friends. How do you want it?" Susan pumped all her ideas about killing Roan into the terrified woman's mind. Roan was twitching afterward, her subconscious overloaded. "How about we go to your place?" Susan suggested, deciding to test out her new power-level. The void became white around them, and when it reformed they stood in the courtyard of Roan's huge castle. "How did you do that?" Roan marveled, realizing that they had traveled through the testing gravity of a black hole. "I can do anything, fool. Want a demo?" Looking at the huge castle for a moment, Susan turned her head toward a huge mountain below. Holding out her hand toward it, she lifted the geographical feature with her open palm facing upward. Roan marveled some more as a whole mountain tore up from its base and levitated into the air. Moving her arm around to point straight up, Susan positioned the mountain over them, casting a shadow over Roan's horrified face. The mountain began to sink toward the two superwomen. It reached the uppermost towers of Roan's impressive home, and they toppled under the immense weight. The mountain continued to sink when it reached the tall and doorless outer walls that stood all around the structure. Roan sank to her knees in shock as the walls she had made crumbled and collapsed. Only when the mountain touched Susan's fingertips did come to rest. "What do you think?" the over-powered Earthling asked conversationally, her hushed whisper rustled Roan's hair violently. I'll tell you what I think." Susan pushed her fingers up, and the mountain rocketed into space. "I think you better give me that fucking ring or I'll not only kill you, I'll wipe out your entire civilization." "You wouldn't..." "Oh? I could do it with a word." Ending her sentence loud and firm, Susan watched a wave of destruction shoot out all around her. Roan's home world was consumed by it, while Roan herself rode the wave helplessly out into space. It continued out until Roan felt the wave stop suddenly to leave her rocketing through her home galaxy. Stopping herself, Roan turned to see The Unchosen hovering inches away. "Okay, I'll give it to you! Just stop please." "Good." "Let's go somewhere I won't die when I take this off." "Okay," Susan decided, blinking them to an Earth-like world nearby. They now stood on a rocky mountaintop, with green forests stretching out in all directions. Removing her ring, Roan felt herself return to normal after several centuries of controlling the greatest power-source in her universe. As though lifting great weight, Roan held out the shiny metal band. Susan took it with a satisfied smile, her eyes sparkling in anticipation. Slipping the ring on her finger, Susan held her hand up next to her face so Roan could see the ring sink into her flesh and disappear. Susan found she was now able to shrink her bulging muscles a little, without reducing her strength. "Thank you," she whispered, knocking the mortal Roan off her feet and making her ears bleed. Her whispered words disturbed the trees beyond the horizon. A moment later, there was an echo as the sound waves returned. Susan smiled to hear own voice. Waiting a moment, she heard it again. Realizing that her voice would keep on saying "Thank you" for a good long while, possibly several millennia, Susan departed gently from the atmosphere. Closing her eyes and scanning the entire universe, she found the most powerful military force there was in Roan's dimension, less then three billion light years away. Deciding to have some fun before she went home, Susan appeared before a huge armada of various battleships. Below her, she could see a massive ground war in progress. Beyond the immediate scene, Susan could see a huge war unfolding in the galaxy all around her. Rubbing her unimaginably powerful body, The Unchosen descended toward the biggest ground-battle she had ever seen.