Clover (Patreon)

This was TOTALLY not a good thing going on right now. Clover could barely comprehend what she was watching right now, and what she was just told. The organization wants to get rid of Totally Spies… for ROBOTS? Clover had her face against the window as she watched the robots on the ground operating and fighting with each other. Androids that looked to be exactly the same thing, a standard muscle dude with a buzz cut and GI clothes. That was TOTALLY GROSS! Some agent she never met in her life told her that spies like her were obsolete, and this was the future. Well, Clover knew what she could tell the future to kiss. Before Clover could do anything, the agent who was trying to destroy her life lit up a cigar and began to boast.

“You girls may have been useful for us for a few years, but this is the future, and you’re in the past. We have dozens of these androids and even one of them is 10x superior to your whole group combined. The android spies are who we are going to need to save the world, not a bunch of dumb valley girls.”

Now that got Clover mad. Dumb?! Oh he wants to see dumb? Let’s see how ‘smart’ those robots look when she turns them into scrap metal! Clover didn’t even hesitate to turn around and smash her ass right against the glass. The glass was bulletproof, able to stop even the strongest of gunfire. It was nothing, as the entire wall exploded into a shattered surprise of thousands of glass shards. Clover preformed a perfect back flip, practically flying through the air as she did, all to get to the center of the ring. Dropping down on it perfectly, hand on floor with just one knee, Clover was surrounded by the legion of android spies. Many would be afraid of even challenging one of those agents, even if they had an army and an army’s worth of weapons to help them. Clover was never one to worry, as she looked at the robots all gathered around her in a circle.

“Okay scrap metal, let’s see how GOOD you are. I order you all to attack me with lethal intent, and if you don’t follow the order… THIS IS YOUR FATE!”

Clover pressed her hand against the concrete floor with so much force that she exploded off of it and leaped at the closest robot she could. With a twist of her body, she performed a flying round house kick, ripping clean off the head of one of the androids. The android who had its head ripped off and just broken from impact dropped to the ground, unmoving as sparks fruitlessly tried to give it life. The androids around Clover felt no fear or agony at what happened. But they did sense a threat, and to them, Clover was the greatest threat to their programming or existence. It was unanimous among the machines. Almost like a hive mind, they all charged at Clover, all working on the perfect combat maneuvers to take her down quickly and painfully. None of these perfect combat plans could hold a candle to Clover. Clovers eyes darted all around, quickly taking a look at the androids and her brain was a thunderstorm of ideas. Not a single idea in how to defeat the androids.

Just in how how much fun she can have destroying them. Like when one android tried to take her down with a full force blow to the back of her head. Clover dodged the attack that was faster than any human punch could be, just to grab the arm of the android. With her hand around the wrist, all she had to do was apply a minimum amount of force. That was more than enough to shred steel and iron like it was in a thresher. The machine could feel no pain. What the machine could feel, was fear. Fear of this terrifying force its program never warned it about in its existence. The existence of woman. The machine could not catalogue more information on the existence of woman before its own existence was changed from android, to club. Clover held on to the arm of the android as she swung it at the others with quick brutal force.

Clover smashed right through legions of androids with her own android that was chipping off and breaking apart with every attack. The androids tried to converge on her for an attack. The hope was that with superior numbers, they would be able to kill her in a swarm attack. It didn’t matter if it was one android or 10,000, they were all just future metal men to be scrapped. The androids had to change maneuvers, or be doomed to eradication. Thus came a unified attack that they had only in reserve for the most dire occasions. When a robots head was popped off by her kick and went through the chests of 3 androids in a row, the group knew it was that dire. A concentrated beam attack from their energy cores. All directed right at Clover at once. It was a dangerous move, one that was almost tantamount to suicide.

As the androids mouths opened up, splitting their fake skulls apart, they conserved their energy. Too much energy used, and they would die. But even one of the androids at low settings could melt through a human being with brief exposure of the ray. Hundreds of them firing at medium power at one target, and one of such small size? It didn’t matter how powerful she was, she was doomed from the start. All of the androids began blasting her as much as they could. Unified in power, they wanted to melt Clover to slag. Instead of crying from the force, Clover just smiled and swayed her hips as she enjoyed her tan. Despite her suit melting right off her skin, it didn’t bother her none. Nor did the energy blasts bouncing off her body. Oh yes, bounce off her perfect radiant skin.

The energy beams sliced through steel and melted them from the heat. Robots exploded and were diced apart by their own attack. None were safe as they were being cut apart and fried by their own attacks being reflected back at them. Unable to even come close to harming her. When it was all done, clover was in the room naked, posing with arm behind her head and foot on the slag of what was once 20 million of hardware. Clover gave a winning smile at the sobbing government official who just lost his job and all his reason, as she just said to him.

“So, what else you got to replace women like me? I’d LOVE to see what you think is better than all of this!”