Approaching the Floating Fortress

When it came to her role in saving the world from Dolly's reign of terror, Buster Girl preferred the hands-on approach, skipping straight to the fun part with the Robot Mistresses. Unfortunately, with Air Girl, that was going to be impossible. In fact, it was so impossible that Doctor Light found it best to pull the standoffishly sighing, unwilling robot heroine into a strategy meeting beforehand. The ever-patient scientist cleared his throat to gain her attention, then pointed towards his digital-screen blackboard using a laser pointer, while Buster Girl squatted upon a low stool. "The Floating Fortress contains the best aerial technology devised by humanity's top minds. Capable of bombing, as well as air-to-air fights, the gun-craft and its supports are virtually always airborne and do not need to land to refuel. In short, we need-" he began, then lowered his eyebrow as he saw her hand go up like a school student's. "Yes, Buster Girl?"

"It sounds to me like we need a miracle!" Buster Girl groaned. "Why are we worried about the Robot Mistresses while Dolly has things like this bomber ship? Isn't it a much bigger threat than a few robots?"

"Air Girl's powerful turbines are what makes manipulating that fleet, refueling midair, and maintaining each of them with a skeleton crew possible. She was a devoted soldier before the corruption and, unfortunately, she remains just as diligent with her efforts refocused towards Dolly's orders, now that the virus has been activated. Recovering Air Girl is the key to stopping that entire fleet," Doctor Light explained, pocketing his laser pointer and then keeping his hands stowed inside his lab coat. "You have a point, though: we do need a miracle. I believe I have the answer: a means to get you up there, but past that, we'll need to hope you can goad Air Girl into a personal altercation."

"Oh! How am I going to get up there? Do I finally get a dog that turns into a jet?" Buster Girl questioned, banging both hands onto the side of the stool and leaning forward with a big swish of her breasts.

"Not exactly," Doctor Light admitted. "I have Wily's pod from his world domination attempt. With a bit of effort, I've turned it back into a working air-craft, capable of attaining the height you need. The only problem is that it is incapable of going up against that Floating Fortress, to put it mildly. You're going to have to trick Air Girl into letting you inside."

"Well, I do want her to let me inside, he he he," Buster Girl giggled mischievously, causing her caretaker to release another deep sigh. "Have any ideas what will make her open up?"

"Her personality may provide you an opening. From what I understand, she is both proud and combative. If you can open a dialogue with her, you may be able to convince her to fight you without the benefit of her Floating Fortress," Doctor Light proposed. "... That's a risky avenue to pursue, but it's the only one we've got. That Floating Fortress has to be stopped before it can do any more damage to humankind. As long as Dolly is holding that over our heads, her world domination is all but secure."

The "pod" that Doctor Light had mentioned was sort of like a UFO in terms of shape and size. Buster Girl thought to herself that it wasn't exactly made for long rides; manipulating the joysticks became tiresome and she found herself begging for more legroom as the airborne vessel made its way towards the coordinates of the Floating Fortress. Thankfully, the operator of that big weapon wasn't concerned with stealth or discretion. Finding it was easy; the hard part turned out to be dodging gunfire from the automated turrets long enough to get close enough to deliver her message. Once she'd managed to do so, she looked down to the center console and began to hail the gun-ship. "Air Girl, answer me! Are you going to stay inside your big, scary, defensive, well-equipped Fortress, or are you going to come meet me face-to-face!?" she questioned, looking down past her breasts to watch the monitor. It struck her that this compact cockpit was designed for somebody with a much more hunched posture than her own and without the funbags.

It didn't take long for a response to come through, although the automated cannons kept on firing, forcing her to dodge while she talked. The upper body of Air Girl appeared on screen, with some sort of command center in the background, looking like an abandoned ship setting with her as its sole occupant. The woman was clad in a combination of a heavy blue bomber's jacket and a rounded combat helmet, including a red-eyed visor and a strange mouth-mask, with a fan built into the front of it. Based on what she knew about the Robot Mistress, Buster Girl suspected that she might control her air funnels through that opening. Her gear was so heavy that it was hard to make out her womanly features, other than the fact that she seemed to have a very wide frame.

The fan upon the mask began to whir angrily as the female mechanoid banged one over-sized fist upon the console. "Somebody's out there with a **** wish, huh? When I first saw that saucer, I thought Wily had escaped from prison to challenge us! I was having a good laugh at that! Now I'm just pissed," she scoffed in a butch, female voice, then crossed her arms at her chest. "Why the fuck should I leave the fortress to fight you, huh? If I switch my turrets over to manual, I could shoot you out of the sky in a matter of just a few seconds."

"A few secs is no good for me! I demand lots of sex!" Buster Girl shot back, prodding the screen with one large, white-gloved finger while grinning challengingly.

Air Girl seemed to be fuming behind her helmet, even from this minor provocation. "You want sex, huh? Well, you're fucked, alright! Activating main cannon in 3-!"

"Oh right. I need taunts, not jokes," Buster Girl reminded herself, then nervously smiled into the screen while her boobs pushed up against the lower half of the monitor. "Sure, you're plenty scary with your 'main cannon'-"

"2!"

"But I'll bet you couldn't take me without that big dumb fortress!"

"1- Wait, what'd you say?!"

Buster Girl found triggering her opponent to be laughably easy. With a smug grin, she wagged one finger teasingly back and forth. "I'm saying that when it comes to fighting me woman to woman, you couldn't measure up! My Girl Buster would put your Air Shooter to shame!"

"You think you're hot shit, huh?" Air Girl fired back, leaning into her own camera so that her red-glassed goggles shined in the low light of the command room. "Cause I think you're plain old shit shit. You're a useless robot that Doctor Dolly didn't even bother hitting with her virus. You're not worth my words, let alone my Air Shooter."

"So you're going to run away?" Buster Girl questioned, tilting her chin up with a cocky smile.

"Fuck you, I ain't running away! I'm not jumping out there to waste my damn time either, though. I'll bet Goblin's enough to handle you," the enemy Robot Mistress scoffed, then began to manipulate a few switches upon her console. "I'm sending out Goblin and a shit-load of Mini-Goblins. If you can do that much, then maybe I'll give you a shot." With that, Air Girl flicked one finger upward, indicating that her opponent ought to refocus her attention onto the Floating Fortress instead of watching the screen.

Not knowing what to expect, Buster Girl at least acknowledged that she'd managed to preserve her life for a little longer. When she looked up, however, she began to doubt whether she'd done such a great job saving herself after all. Looking comical amidst all the airships, a giant, red, floating ogre head, with its surface shining like plastic and white clouds like hair upon its head, began to float from inside the fleet of ships, wearing an intimidating frown and unblinking expression. For a moment, its method of attack seemed unclear, until miniature versions of the same head began to spill out from the holes at either side of its head. At the same time, the yellow, drill-like horns atop its cranium began to whir menacingly. The head increased speed, preparing to ram the Wily Pod out of the sky!

"Oh geez," Buster Girl swore to herself, standing up from her seat and perching atop the side of her UFO. She was going to need some quick, precise footwork, if she wanted to avoid plummeting some untold distance back to the city below and turning into a crater against whatever was unfortunate enough to catch her meteoric fall. Besides that, was it even possible to defeat Goblin? The Mini-Goblins didn't look that bad-- she might be able to pick them off with her Girl Buster-- but that head was huge! Could her Girl Buster really damage it?

The blue-suited heroine decided to try her original strategy one more time. "I'll bet you wouldn't be so tough without your giant robot ogre head!" she shouted down into her pod.

"Beat Goblin, Buster Bitch. You're not squirming your way out of this one," Air Girl answered; Buster Girl could practically hear the Robot Mistress's eyes rolling in her head behind those thick goggles. It didn't seem likely that Buster Girl was getting out of this confrontation...