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Thanks very kindly. 🙂

Very nice pics!

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Dang.  And I never got to see any of  it because the page keeps timing out here in China.  😥

Will someone show me some of the stuff if he or she gets the time?

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I think he needs a black top hat and black cape first, Higalack.  😛  😉

Hmm… maybe I should enlist two other guys to join me in growing them, and we can make the Amaz0ns Barbershop Quartet!  😀

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Pretty good.  There will be more to the story, I hope?  🙂

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Thanks for the efforts anyway, D.C.  I got the compleat, edited, shined up version back at my deviantArt site.

And thank you much more for the permission, encouragement, advice, good tips… and for Dyna.  😀

To borrow a fellow Amaz0id's quote, your pictures are the ones that inspire a thousand words.

I'm trying to gear up for M15+4 H4X0R's return.  And the wheels in my noggin are a-turnin' with more adventures for Dyna, with your OK. 🙂

So many ideas, not enough time. ^_^;;;

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You oughta try living in the PRC.  😛  Only two channels in English here.

Screencaps would be sweet and appreciated, folks. Pleeeeease? 🙂

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Charming bit of art.  Thanks!

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O_O;;;;;

Okay… now that's just INSANE.

Very well done.  Very detail oriented.  Very neat, very nice. Very praiseworthy.

But still, VERY big, VERY vascular… and VERY… INSANE.

(…makes that Tetsuko bicep flex look normal…)

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Chapter 5:

From high above, Dyna eyed the sinister dark blue armored fighting machine.  Sprouting out the turret's vented main gun portal was a clear glass-like rod with crystal disks ringing around it.  "This must be Sparta's laser cannon tank Scott talked about earlier," she dreaded.

A hatch flipped up alongside the SPARTA logo on the front the tank's main body.   Loudspeakers popped out.  "Attention, you in the news vehicle!  This is Colonel Wyatt Washing," a nasal voice rang.  "We are authorized to use maximum force to demobilize your threat to the civilian populace.  You have 30 seconds to stop and abandon the vehicle.  If you have not done so, we will open fire."   

Gasping, Dyna nosedove like a bomb and whooshed to a midair stop straight in front of the laser cannon's line of sight, blocking the way. "NO!!! Don't shoot!" she screamed, waving her arms as she hovered.  "There are hostages inside!" 

"And there are innocent bystanders all over the campus, ma'am," the speakers droned.  "We've got to protect the larger public, before any more end up under their tire tread." 

And just then, BAM!  The van's radiator grill slammed into the back of Dyna's legs.  It knocked her forward a little since she was aloft and wasn't expecting it, but the radiator grill and hood paid the price, the former a mangled mess, the latter rearing up and blocking Neil's view. 

"That was an assault!" the speaker sounded.  "We are now authorized to use lethal force!  Energize laser cannon!"  And the glass shaft started to brighten with a yellow-white glow. 

Shrieking, Dyna spun around, veered to the truck's right, dived for the undercarriage, and hefted it up, up, and away!  And she whisked it right up to a nearby concession stand's roof, and laid it on its side so it couldn't roll.  The doors to the back quickly swung open, and the three men and young lad scampered out speedily.  It was all she could do to stop herself from hugging Scott to pieces.  "You guys okay?"

"Rattled, but fine," her secret sweetie said.

"I took a header against the wall, thanks to you," grumbled Tom.

"We're ALIVE, thanks to her!" snapped Neil. 

Terry simply stared right at Dyna dazedly.  She bent down to him.  "Hey, are you all right?" she asked. Silence.  "Hello?"  She brushed her fingers against his cheek, then waved them in front of his eyes.  "Are you there?"  She then appeared concerned.  "Is he in shock?"

"Wow," he said dreamily.  Then he snapped out of it.  "Yeah.  I mean no! No, I'm fine, I'm okay.  Thanks…" 

With a relieved sigh, she glared back at the tank. "I can't believe how gung ho some military types can be!" she growled. "Have I got some choice words for that Colonel Washing guy!"

"Colonel who?" asked Scott.

"Colonel Washing.  The guy with the Sparta tank."

Tom blinked.  "The guy we we were gonna interview's named Major Rick Steiner.  I never heard of this Washing-whosis."

Then the tank rumbled on the field below and the turret turned toward the city proper.  Its laser cannon glowed blindingly bright.

Colonel Washing's voice sounded on the loudspeakers.  "You, Dyna…" Then it digitally distorted:  "…are so easily punk'd!"

"Haxor!" she exclaimed. 

KHFREAAOW!!!  A searing blast of pure light surged right out of the laser cannon and right onto a construction site for a twin 30 story apartment tower complex.  It cut right through one tower's eighth floor's west side, leaving a gaping hole.  Unbalanced, it started to lean and crumble that way, with a mall right in its path.

"Attention shoppers!" sounded Haxor on Dyna's borrowed Watchman.  "Fall sale!"

"No!"  And jetting over there as fast as she could, Dyna caught the thing right at the 28th floor right in the middle of its fall, and pushed back hard.  Muscles contracted, veins popped up, and teeth chenched, Dyna struggled and strained to stop the toppling mass of concrete from crushing the screaming, fleeing shoppers and store staff. It pushed her down… down… down… and just 40 feet up, she finally stopped it, and started to push it back up. 

But just as she searched the grounds for a proper place to put it to rest…  KHFREAAOW!!!  Another blast slashed through the 7th floor of the other unfinished building!  It started crumbling and falling her way.

"Bah-hahahahaha!" went Haxor with glee. "Specia–(KFFFT)"  The falling tower had blocked  her TV's reception for a moment. "–eekend only, two for the price of one!" 

Faster than she could think about it, Dyna gave her caught building an extra shove, and pushed it the other way with enough momentum to start to topple toward the other tower. Then she darted between the two edifices and caught them, letting each one rest against a hand.  She grimaced under the pressure.

***

While the tank was blasting away, Terry looked at the overturned van.  Then looking back to Scott, Neil, and Tom, he put a finger to his lips, and crept back into the van.  The other three followed silently.

Since the computer keyboard and monitor were mounted on the side of the van facing up, Scott had to hold Terry up so he could peck away.  Tom resorted to a low-tech way of text communication… an old fashioned pen and pad.  "Gonna try to hack the station again?" he wrote.

Terry gave the thumbs down.  And he wrote with one hand while mousing and typing with the other:  "Hack the tank.  H4X0R pro'lly used TV sat. to enter it."

After pecking around, Terry gasped.  Scott cocked his head back, askingly. 

Terry wrote again.  "Found him!  He's using the truck's sat. system!  HE'S STILL IN HERE!"

Scott took the pen and paper next:  "Not for long, he ain't."

He whispered a little something to Neil, who nodded, and pulled out some wire clippers and tiptoed out of the truck.  Then after he got his own tools, and he traded off Terry to Tom, who hefted him up reluctantly, Scott got to work.

"Now that's a squeeze play, ladies and gentlemen," Haxor crowed over the airwaves and tank loudspeaker.  "And you newsmobile schmoes."  The tank turned around and headed toward the campus.  "I love this new toy!  Hmm, decisions, decisions.  Should we go cruising around NVU and show it off?  Or guide Dyna into the light?"

***

"Just like Samson in the Philistine temple," our heroine grunted.  But this time she had to save thousands of lives, not kill them.  Well, except for Haxor, when she got her hands on him.  She groaned.  One high-rise by itself was enough of a strain.  Two, though, was unendurable.

At her current strengh, anyhow.

"Please," she prayed, "let me do this right…"

She quickly turned over in midair, and caught the west tower with her feet, and let the east tower bear down on her massive shoulders.   As her thigh muscles swelled and back ached as she pushed back, she reached over for her belt buckle, and twisted it for one quarter turn.  What happened next, she didn't enjoy as much this time.  Sure, she felt the glow again, just like when she'd first transformed.  She felt the power filling her again, pushing outward like a warm wind filling a balloon.  She felt the shoulders widening, the chest broadening, the biceps, triceps, thighs, calves, and yes, her bosom inflating with power.  She felt her whole self stretch from well over an impressive 6 feet tall head to toe to a hand over 7 feet.  And while she felt the full weight of the crushing tenaments, she didn't feel the strain as much.

She would have enjoyed it thoroughly, of course, if thousands of New Vista citizens weren't in the danger zone.

Finally the glow faded out.  As she caught her breath, the first assaulted building gave way at the bottom..  After the laser shot on one side and the strain of being pushed back, it started to collapse.  With a feel for it, Dyna gave just enough push back so the ruined tower caved in straight down on the foundation in one massive pile.  Then once she steadied the one leaning on her back, she worked her way down to the ground and held it steady.  Out of the corner of her eye she spotted a cement mixer.

That, the concrete, and the earler fuzzy reception from the TV gave her an idea. 

Since she could tell the other tower was a loss also, she zipped up to the top story, holding the building steady as she ascended.  And with one punch on each corner she broke off the top story's wall and ceiling from the floor itself.  Then sliding down, she smashed the last surviving corners at the bottom, and let the ruin cave in straight down.

But at the last second she caught the top story's walls and roof, and lifted it up in the middle with one hand, balancing it overhead like a fancy waiter's tray.  Then she snagged the cement mixer, scooped some rubble into it, and took off back to the stadium and the tank.

***

Scott held up three fingers to Neil.  Then two… one…

Snip! Rip!  Neil cut the truck's battery cable, and Scott tore out the wiring to any battery backups to the truck's electronics.  All the equipment shut down and the screens winked out.

"Ha!" Scott shouted.  "You're unplugged, Haxor!"   

Then out of the truck surged that poison grean streak, which then entered the tank.

"Wrongo, Scott!" Haxor taunted.  "You can't touch me!  I'm pure electronic data!  The whole digital world is my backup system!"  The turrett then turned toward the concession stand and the barrel shimmered harshly as it powered up.  Fortunately that gave the guys time to clear the vehicle.  "Prepare to be fragged, foolio!"

FZAAM!!!  The guys leapt off the snack stand's roof in different directions as the energy blast slammed through the truck.  The gas tank blew apart some of it, but the rest was one melted pile of slag.

"Mreh. So many targets, so little time," Haxor fumed.  "Hey, wait a sec… this things got a link-up to the military base!  Sweet!  Let's call in a few more tanks, some Apache helicopters, and hey!  Is that B-1 bomber nuke capable?!  Fraggin' A!"

He was totally oblivious to the widening square shadow over him.

Whoom!  Four grey walls and a ceiling crashed down around him.  "IF you can get a connection!" Dyna thundered.  "You can't get a signal through concrete!"

"Through an open window, I can," said Haxor.  And the room brightened.

"Oh, NO, you don't!"  And Dyna twisted and snapped the laser cannon right off its mounting.

"Okay, I'll take the garage door!"  And he rolled forward.  But Dyna stopped him cold with one hand.  After the tank strained and just before it stripped its gears, it shifted in reverse.

She grabbed the tank.  "Sorry, Haxor," she said.  "This service is currently unavailable!"  And she thrust a chunk of concrete between the right tread track and its wheel so it couldn't move.  Then she wrenched off the turret, pushed it back, reached into
the cockpit, and wrenched out the electronics.  Finding the main black box, she then yanked it out, tossed it into the cement mixer she'd brought, and slammed the lid shut. 

Scott, Tom, Terry, and Neil crept up cautiously toward the improvised prison.  Then suddenly, one wall flopped over with a thud, and marching right out with the mixer in her hands was Dyna.

"Dyna?" asked Scott.

"Is it safe?" peeped Tom.

"Dude," whispered Terry.  "Did she just get… bigger?"

She looked Terry's way.  "Sorry, never caught your name."

"Oh."  Terry blushed.  "It's Terry.  Terry Babbage."

"Well, Terry, as I believe you'd say," Dyna grinned with a thumbs up, "we ownz'ed him."

***

"I'm terribly sorry I bolted on you like that, Terry," Deena said, sipping her mocha at the net cafe.  "I hope your day here hasn't scared you off.  The university should get everything fixed hopefully by the time your classes start… if you're still coming."

Terry grinned like a Cheshire cat.  "You kidding me?!  I wanna register RIGHT NOW! I met Dyna face to face!  I'm gonna be on the news!  The guys back at school are gonna be so jealous!  This day ROCKED!"

"Dude!" someone said.  "You met Dyna, too?" 

Terry spun around.  "Whoa!  That you, BuffaloButtBob?"

"That you, PierreSouthDaCoder?" Bob from the gym asked back.

"Hey, you know each other?" Deena asked cheerily.

"Yeah!" Terry said.  "Internet buds for about four years now.  You met Dyna, too, Bob?"

"Uh huh.  I was in the fitness center when that Haxor thing locked it down.  Dyna got us out, and rescued the maintenance guy when it blew."

"So what happened to Haxor anyway?  Where'd they take him?"

"Scott said the police have him in special confinement until they can find a way to get him out without hitting any electronics to escape," Deena said.  "They're sending for a specialist."

"Man," Terry muttered.  "What crawled up his butt and died?"

"Yeah," Bob said.  "I thought some of the gym rats were buttheads.  But this guy makes the typical troll or spammer look like Mother Teresa!"

"Well, I'm just glad you guys aren't like that," Deena said.

"Thanks," said Terry.  "I faced my share of… erm… cranial-rectal inverts on the web before.  I want to make sure I'm never like that."

"We stand together!" Bob said. 

They all chuckled.  "Hey, Bob, what's that?" Deena said, pointing at his monitor.

"It's some footage we got from a Blipmart.  Says Dyna was there stopping a robbery there.  Probably faked."

"Faked?!"

"Yeah.  Look here."  Bob pointed at the monitor.  "See when the thug fires his gun?  The bullets fly and hit her face, and stay put 'til she wipes them off."

"So?"

"So?!  How do they stay up on her skin? Krazy Glue?"

"Look, Bob," Terry went, "it's not that tough.  They're squash heads.  Hollow points and all.  When they hit her, they spread out all over to hit more surface area.  Against regular flesh, that'd have more killing power.  Against Diana, though, it just makes like Play-Doh, dissipates, and doesn't ricochet off."

"Yeah, but she's a hard-bod-ee," Bob said, deliberately slowing his speech.  "The bullets are slow-er, and lose their im-pact speed to booooot.  They should fall off onto the lin-o-le-um."

Terry got irritated.  "Well, you're a soft-bod-ee," he mocked.  "And I've seen her face to faaaaace.  That vid-ee-oh looks just like her.  I knoooooow it's Dy-nah."

"Like SHE'D talk to you! You met her once!" Bob growled.  "And she probably wiped your tears away and offered to take you home to Mommy."

"YOUR mommy!  Like YOU'D ever have a chance with her,  Mr. Extra Bandwidth Floppy Drive!!"

And the meatspace flame war raged on.  Rolling her eyes, Deena quietly sipped her mocha and let the fanboys go at it.  So much for geek solidarity.

Until next issue… L8R, GTG! 😉

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Not bad… pretty darn good, in fact. 🙂

Only thing is, I have a DBZ flashback when I look at her, and expect her to have a mid-air slapfight with another hulking amazon like herself.  😛

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