Super Fembot Cheerleaders From Space!

[Teknophile]

Be gentle, it's my first time!
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Super Fembot Cheerleaders from Space!

by Teknophile
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What happens when four super-powered, cute but innocent alien androids crash-land in an unsuspecting college town? Let the insanity begin…!

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Chapter 1: Oops!
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The aliens could have done much worse. They might have come down in the middle of a major city, like in The Day the Earth Stood Still, and had to deal with tanks and cops and frightened mobs. Luckily for them, their ship crash-landed just beyond the outskirts of Claremont. By some miracle of random trajectories, cloud cover and human obliviousness, not even some nerdy amateur astronomer looking through his telescope noticed the red-hot metal pod streak down to earth.

Claremont, California, is a college town at the southern end of the state. Built around seven different colleges, it’s been called “the city of trees and Ph.D.’s”, with a population of about thirty-four thousand people. It’s a quiet, pleasant little community — well, as long as none of the various fraternities decide to throw a party, anyhow.

For five minutes, not much happened at the crash site. The little ten-foot-long spacecraft made a hissing sound, cooling in the California air. Then a quiet whirring started. Only moments later, part of the hull split and hinged open, and a beautiful young woman climbed out. Anyone watching the scene would have been totally overwhelmed by the sight of this blonde, blue-eyed supermodel-type, clad only in a sheer blue dress that left very little to the imagination, walking calmly over the smoking terrain. Well, all right, maybe “calm” wasn’t the right word; her lovely face was marred by an expression of intense frustration as she paced back and forth. Then the ship’s hull opened again, and a second twenty-something emerged, this one with long red hair and emerald eyes and dressed in a plaid skirt, white button-down shirt and green knit vest.

“Dammit, this is the last time I let A7C drive!” the blonde snapped to her companion. “I told her to take a left at Proxima Centauri, not to fly into it…!”

“Hey, just calm down, okay E3? You know she’s already feeling badly about it. It was an honest mistake, that’s all.”

The blonde, E3, just gave another exasperated huff and crossed her arms, looking anxiously at the hatch until it split open again, disgorging a buxom young brunette, her long wavy hair cascading down her back, clad in blue jeans, a t-shirt and a pair of low-top sneakers. The newcomer seemed a little off-balance, and the other girls had to grab her shoulders and help her out before the hatch closed again. “Oog,” she groaned. “Did anyone get the number of that freighter…?”

“Easy, K4L,” the redhead said soothingly. “You’re a little disoriented. It happens sometimes when you switch from virtual to a physical construct.”

“I know, I know. I guess I’m just not much of a body person,” the brown-haired girl replied shakily, gradually getting her body under control. Micro servos whirred as her gyros spun up, and K4L managed to stand straight and begin walking under her own power. “Thanks for the assist, guys,” she said, giving her friends a pale smile.

“Hey, no problem. What are friends for?” the redhead replied.

The hatch slid open one last time, and all three girls stared into the dark interior. Then a cute, short-haired Asian face stuck cautiously out, looking sheepishly around at her companions. “Um … hey, guys!”

E3’s expression went from annoyance to murderous rage. “Ooohhh! C’mere, you little…!”

“Ahh! No, wait, E3! I said I was sorry…!”

“’Sorry’?!?” E3 shouted, hauling A7C out of the pod. “You nearly fry us all, screw up the jump, and strand us on some uninitiated planet way out here in the boonies, and you think all you have to do is say, ‘I’m sorry’??? I’m gonna wring your neck, you stupid--!”

“That’s enough!” the redhead, G2J, snapped. Getting in between the two, she held them at arms’ length. Then her arms telescoped outward, the smooth synthetic skin revealing freshly-milled alloy, multicolored wires and blinking status indicators between her lower forearms and her wrists. In seconds, E3 and A7C were separated by thirty feet and a very unhappy fellow fembot. “Look, fighting amongst ourselves isn’t going to solve anything.”

“No, but it’ll make me feel better!” snarled E3. She glared at the petite Asian-looking fembot, who was only wearing a tight pink string bikini.

G2J just rolled her eyes. “Has it occurred to you that we don’t have time for you to be picking fights? I’ll bet the locals are already on their way to figure out what just landed outside their colony. And since this place is uninitiated, they’re probably not friendly to offworlders.”

That got their attention. K4L started looking nervously around. “So … what do we do? What if they find us?”

“Well,” G2J said, “I did manage to intercept a transmission from one of their communication satellites before we hit the ionosphere. These constructs are based off visual images from the data stream, so we should be able to pass for four of the local sentients.” The scarlet-haired fembot got a faraway look in her eyes as she downloaded an emergency survival manual from the ship’s library. “Theoretically, all we need to do is hide the ship, find someplace to carry out repairs, then get out of here ASAP.”

E3 gave a nod of agreement. “Might as well get started,” she said, picking the ship up and carrying it over her shoulder. “Now where do we put this thing?”

“Well, um, maybe we could bury it?” A7C suggested. “I mean, someplace else where there’s no crater?”

“You know, that’s not a bad idea,” G2J remarked. “Then, once we’ve done that, we can pretend to be locals looking for a heavy metal deposit. As long as we don’t arouse suspicion, we should be able to blend in with the natives long enough to find what we’re looking for and get off this planet.”

K4L smiled. “Yeah! I mean, we look like they do, right? Who would notice us?”

With that cheery, naïve thought in mind, the four fembots hiked off to find a suitable hiding spot for their starship.

[Blox_242]

I do say, More!

[rabiator]

Definitely a good start. I take it that you intend to go the hilarious route, which will also be a nice change (we don't have many of those yet) .

[tectile]

Sounds like the data stream used to make their constructs was a "Girls gone wild" commercial

A little to early to tell but this has potential.