Girl on an astrocycle

Riding on her solar powered astro-cycle at a million miles per hour through the glittering outer fringes of the Milky Way; wearing her denim space suit with high heeled snake-skin space boots and a helmet with a black ray-ban visor, Kelly Ryder; officer of the Galactic Highway Patrol took a call on her interstellar C.B. radio. “Calling Angel One-Oh-Five”, said the voice of a computerized police radio operator through crackling static interference, “Come in Angel One-Oh-Five”. Unhooking her CB, Kelly held the receiver to her mouth and spoke. “Angel One-Oh-Five here”, she replied, “What can I do for you?”. “Suspicious and possibly criminal activities have been reported from an unknown asteroid in the Kuiper Belt. Please investigate”, said the operator. Hanging up her radio receiver; Kelly flicked on the automatic atomic powered booster and her astro-cycle roared off in the direction of the Kuiper belt leaving a blazing trail across the stars. And, before long, she was weaving in and out of a deadly labyrinth of floating asteroids, deep in the heart of the Kuiper belt at the edge of the Milky Way; a glowing and bleeping device on her astro-cycle scanning for signs of life. Then, bingo, the scanner started to flash on and off excitedly and two suspicious looking figures in shabby grey, hooded space-suits came into view. She switched on the flashing police light at the back of her cycle and then, like a hunting hawk, she swooped down upon her quarry. But then, reaching into a holster that was strapped across the front of his spacesuit, she saw one of the criminals draw what looked like a hand held lazer-machine gun. Fortunately, like all officers of the Galactic Highway Patrol, Kelly was a black belt in Zee-Gee or Zero Gravity Martial Arts and, somersaulting swiftly off of her speeding astro-cycle she landed a flying, high-heeled kick across the visor of the gun wielding criminals space helmet completely shattering it, before leaping onto the other crook who was trying desperately to flee and knocking him flat upon his face, placing her padded knee in the arch of his back and pinning him firmly onto the dusty surface of the asteroid. “So tell me”, she said, twisting his arm behind his back, “What exactly were you and your friend up to?”. But, just then, up out of a nearby crater in front of her, Kelly saw someone or something begin to slowly rise. It was wearing a grey spacesuit like the others but it had four arms and the eyes behind its visor seemed to glow like those of a cat. “My god”, she said, “This isn’t an asteroid at all, it’s some kind of a space station”. “Close”, said the creature, “It’s a spaceship and, to answer the question you earlier posed to my Simian underling, it’s also a drug refinery; phase one of our intented invasion of your pathetic planet. First we will flood it with our Narcotic; a drug 1000 times more powerful, addictive and lethal than your crack cocaine or heroin and, when we have created a planet of helpless junkie slaves we will seize power from your governments”. Then the alien raised all of its hands in the air and Kelly saw that it was holding a large hypodermic needle in each one with all four of its thumbs on the plungers. “First however, I will make you my obedient drug slave”, he said, cackling through his helmet intercom as he drew closer. Kelly didn’t like to think what would happen if one of the needles on those syringes penetrated her spacesuit and the alien narcotic got into her bloodstream, plus she was already too busy holding down one struggling perpetrator to fight off a four armed alien monster at the same time. But then she remembered her bike. “Harley”, she said, speaking into her intercom, “Wake up, Harley”. Immediately, her astro-cycle lit up and the voice of it’s on board computer responded. “Yes, officer Ryder. How may I be of assistance”, said the bike. “I’m in a bit of a sticky situation”, she said, “I need you to initiate procedure El Toro, now ”. The astro-cycle flashed its headlights three times in reply to her and then, gears whirring noiselessly within it, the cycles handlebars began to rotate forwards 180 degrees until they looked just like the horns of a bull, then they began to crackle with tiny blue veins of energy as the chrome plated steel within the handlebars was electrified and, lastly, and not a moment too soon in Kelly’s opinion, revving up its solar powered engine, the bike roared towards the alien drug peddler at ramming speed. The combination of being hit by a speeding astro-cycle and jolted by 50, 000 volts of electricity was enough to send the alien flying off of its feet. “Phew”, said Kelly as she slipped a pair of motorized, robotic handcuffs round the wrists of the perp she was holding pinned down, watching them automatically fasten themselves and tighten until they were a perfect fit, “If it wasn’t for you, Harley, I’d be spending the rest of my life in rehab”. But then, to her amazement, the resilient four limbed alien rose to his feet but now there was something odd about his movements; he seemed slow and lumbering, almost like a sleepwalker and then Kelly noticed that, stuck in the chest of his spacesuit, was one of the hypodermic syringes he had intended jabbing into her. “He must have landed on one of his drug syringes when you knocked him over, Harley”, she said to her bike and then a thought flashed into the police officers head, “Perhaps, under the influence of the drug I can get him to surrender his ship”. And, sure enough, when she asked the drug addled alien criminal to hand over control of his asteroid ship to her, he seemed willing to obey her ever command, almost like someone under hypnosis and, leading her to a secret sliding trapdoor and elevator within one of the asteroid ships fake craters, they descended together into the ships cock-pit and command centre and, from there, she contacted Galactic Highway Patrol Headquarters. “Wow! Congratulations!”, said her superior, Sargent Roswell, speaking through the ships radio,“You seem to have single-handedly saved the Earth from an alien invasion plot. You’re bound to get a massive promotion out of this, Officer Ryder”. “And spend my days Earthbound; working behind a desk”, replied Kelly, laughing, “No thanks, Sarge. I’d rather be out here riding the stars”.