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A massive explosion rocked the Klarion Rebel, knocking both Slaver and his executive officer to the deck. Scrambling back to his feet, Slaver knew that the weapon's primary power generator had been destroyed. The ship was now as helpless as the women that he had in his cargo hold.
He groaned to himself at the huge financial lose that he was taking. He had to escape, and with the Vegan officer piloting his personal shuttle, he had no doubt that he would.
"Follow me, commander!", he yelled as he lurched through the smoked filled corridors. He pushed his way through the crowded hallways filled with crewmen running in all directions, some in blind panic. He would go to the shuttle bay and launch his personal shuttle craft before they were totally within the grasp of the Star Legion's tractor beams, which were concentrating primarily on just holding the Klarion Rebel at the moment. But first, he would pick up something to insure that this mission was not a total loss, and indeed, would insure final victory for him. Slaver ran with Lysander tight on his heels toward the punishment cell in which he had left Supergirl.
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At this moment Supergirl was no longer in the cell as Slaver expected but was crouched behind a pile of debris, using a reflective shard of metal to reach the cords that bound her arms tightly behind her back with her heat vision. She heard, but ignored, the explosions rocking the ship and the cries of the wounded and dying crewmen around her. She was also ignored as many of the naked Earth girls milled about with the crew members in the corridors, some in blind panic.
No one made any effort to resecure the women who had escaped their cells when the loss of primary power opened their doors, wanting only to save their won lives, though not exactly knowing how.
Suddenly the explosions stopped and Supergirl knew that the attack on the ship had stopped. At least, for the moment. Fire and Medical teams raced past her hiding spot. Not all of the crew had panicked and many were doing their jobs heroically. Indeed, a heavily armed squad was now poised by a nearby airlock, waiting, prepared with grim determination to fight off the soon to be boarding party of Star Legionnaires to the death. They were not afraid to die, as many of them had several death sentences upon their heads from numerous planetary governments.
The cords had just dropped away from the heroine's body when she was discovered by the one person that she did not want to run into. Ballus! She wanted to waste no time or take any chances with the Trull and focused her heat vision on where she imagined his genitalia to be.
Ballus screamed in agony and dropped to the ground, where he writhed and moaned as he curled up into a ball, holding the charred spot between his legs. Supergirl got up from behind the rubble and sprinted in the direction opposite of where the majority of the foot traffic was heading. She hoped it was in the direction from which the attack was coming, which would be her and the rest of the Earth girl's best chance of rescue and survival.
She saw a girl huddled against a wall, shivering with fear, and came to a stop. She looked down at the naked girl who had now noticed her and was looking up at her with tear filled eyes. "Supergirl! Oh help me! I don't want to die!!", she cried. Supergirl reached down and helped the bedraggled girl to her feet.
"Come on, Jill!", she said, recognizing the girl as one of the girls that she had met in the cafeteria, "the ship is under attack and if we stick together we might have a chance. I think that whoever is attacking us means to capture this ship intact. This may be a rescue attempt!"
"You mean, we're saved!?", Jill sobbed, a glimmer of hope now in her eyes.
"I think so," Supergirl answered, pulling Jill behind her. The two girls ran through the ship, grabbing every girl that they could find, leading them towards the spot that Supergirl believed that the rescuers would come from.
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Tasdron Lysander followed Slaver into a punishment cell and wondered what his captain was up to. He was even more curious when he saw Slaver stop short in his tracks, staring in disbelief into the empty room.
"Where is she?", Slaver asked himself aloud, looking up and down the corridor.
"Pardon me, sir?", Lysander asked, unsure of who Slaver was talking about. Slaver whirled on him.
"She's gone, you idiot!!", he screamed at Lysander, shoving the Vegan aside from the doorway, moving into the corridor.
"Who, captain?"
"Supergirl!" Saying that Slaver raced down the corridor. The Vegan stared at him for a instant, his mouth open in wonder. Supergirl?? He looked back into the room, then turned and ran after Slaver.
***
Supergirl had a small band of six girls with her when she came around a corner to see a large group of slavers, heavily armed, racing in their direction. She jumped back around the corner, hoping that she had not been seen, and if she was, that she would be ignored. But, she knew that though the naked Earth girls may be ignored, she in her costume, torn and ragged though it was, would not be. Then again, the slavers may just shoot the naked girls just to get them out of their way. They really had no use for the slavegirls now.
Supergirl looked around her and motion the girls to follow her through a door nearby. They found themselves in a large bay, filled with small spacecraft. Supergirl looked around, counting three large shuttles and several smaller ones. She slowly moved into the bay, expecting to be seen and challenged at any moment by the flight personnel.
Strangely, the entire bay was empty, except for herself and the Earth girls. She took off running towards one of the shuttles, the one nearest to the closest space doors. The door to the shuttle was open and she looked inside. It looked perfect. There were seats for two crewmen and eight passengers.
"Quick, girls!", she yelled, standing near the portal and motioning to the girls, "get inside, everyone and grab a seat!" The girls wasted no time getting aboard the shuttle and Supergirl followed them inside, seating herself at the left control chair which she thought to be the pilot's chair.
She examined the controls of the shuttle before her. She shook her head. This was not going to be as easy as she had hoped. All the controls were marked in a language that she did not recognize. She wished then that she had gone on more space missions with her cousin so that she could recognize and thus read the control labels. She wondered if they should wait for possible rescue, or risk the chance of blowing themselves to bits by trying to start the spacecraft and hitting the wrong button. The choice that she decided on made no difference, for it was then that they were discovered.
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