(RIGHT!!)
Back on Asteroid Triple M, PBPB was getting into the cockpit of Ardjet...
Fxeni should be able to handle this shipyard and its massive...seriously, I do wonder about cock-me's design aesthetics...or lack there-of. It's so weird seeing him like this though. I mean, one minute he's some ego-go-lucky pervert who designs an amusement park in space devoted to Triple D tits and now he's depressed, defeated, and demoralized and oh my god I just thought of Triple D boobies while coming up with adjectives. Well who can blame him. I mean, who doesn't love a good set of tits. Well, Sakura for one. A shame, really, cause she has a pretty nice raAAAGHHH WHAT THE FUCCCCK?!?! PBPB thought to herself as his mind starting blaring.
"RED ALERT. Rabid Mets are attacking the Fxenodrome. RED ALERT. Rabid Mets are attacking the Fxenodrome!" ADA repeated on the speakers and in PBPB's mind.
"ADAAAAAH. TURN THAT OFF RIGHT NOW!!!" PBPB screamed in agony.
"Red Alert notice has been muted on Asteroid Triple M." ADA stated.
"NO! I MEANT IN MY [tornado fang]ing HEAD. SHUT IT OFF!" PBPB screamed.
"Red Alert notice has been muted on Pretty Bunny ProtoGal Blues terminal." ADA once again stated.
"Mother of [tornado fang]ing titfuckers, how do you put up with that?" PBPB said as she clutched her head. "Do you hear that EVERY TIME we call for Red Alert?"
"Yes, but it is part of my programming. I do not...hear...it like the Pretty Bunny ProtoGal Blues terminal does. I experience the sensation of it as part of my function to alert all other stations & terminals to the command protocol." ADA responded. "Allow me to show you."
ADA took PBPB's mind into her program and the two of them created their digital bodies. While ADA's digital body was still white with blue hair, the data stream which made up ADA's programming was now red. PBPB saw about 50 or more different visual screens in front of her, all of them coming from the Fxenodrome. To her right, certain terminals were online from SexStation 2069. Suddenly, one screen popped up to her left. It was Fxeni from Drafting Room Alpha.
"ADA. Status report on the Fxenodrome." Fxeni asked with concern in his voice.
"Fxenodrome is currently under attack by an army of Rabid Mets. Vixy is on scene, fighting them off while the citizens of St. Acidburg escape. Fxenodrome's automated outer defense systems are active. Rabid Mets are resisting due to indestructible Element 1XX Hm, also known as Hell-Metanium Alloy preventing destruction. Vixy in need of assistance." ADA's digital body responded to Fxeni.
"Do NOT leave your post, Fxeni!" PBPB's digital body told him. "Sakura said she had reinforcements to send down to help Vixy in St. Acidburg. She'll get them down there. We have to focus on bolstering our space forces. This could all be a clever ruse to get us to abandon the station."
"I know. Just tell Sakura to hurry. They can't hold out forever down there!" Fxeni said as he closed transmissions. PBPB looked at the different screens and saw where the concentration of the Met army was.
"ADA, by automated outer defense systems...do you mean you?" PBPB asked.
"Negative. While I am uplinked to the Fxenodrome's computer system, its program is different from my own." ADA told PBPB.
"Can you access the weapon's systems?" PBPB asked.
"I would require a passcode." ADA responded.
"Perfect." PBPB said as she reopened communications with Fxeni. "Fxeni, I need the access code to the weapon systems on your big ball of nostalgia! I'm going to use them to create a trench in front of the base. That should by Vixy enough time to get the people to safety and for Sakura to get backup down there."
"Good thinking, Peebs! I'm punching in the code now!" Fxeni responsded as he punched in the access code, which appeared in front of PBPB & ADA's digital bodies.
"...PEEBS_8008135? THAT'S THE CODE TO YOUR [tornado fang]ing WEAPON SYSTEM?!?!" PBPB remarked at him!
"Would you [tornado fang] with you?" Fxeni slyly remarked while ADA input the access code.
"You are SO do for a punching, later." PBPB said as she closed communications and saw that ADA had accessed the Fxenodrome's weapon systems. "Excellent. Concentrate fire in front of the station. Create a crescent shaped trench around the Fxenodrome. FIRE!!!"
As PBPB yelled that out, the Fxenodrome's cannons began firing at the ground around itself. While the Rabid Mets themselves were unharmed, they fell into the giant trench the Fxenodrome was creating with its weapons. The other Mets in front of the trench began making their way around it.
"Continue firing, ADA. Keep the Mets shielded under their...wait a minute, their Helmet are made of what?" PBPB asked.
"Element 1XX Hm, also knows as Hell-Metanium." ADA responded.
"...whatever." PBPB said as she rolled her digital eyes.