These are the words of Hung Nguyen. I just have permission to post them and make it easier to read. Just want to give his stuff the recognition it deserves.

I am scrunching both works into one story, maybe even adding something extra. Any new updates will be told here. Think of this as the "Remastered version". Welcoming new and old readers alike!

LET'S GET PHYSICAL

A TEKKADREAD SONGFIC

Song originally sung by Olivia Newton-John

[**]: Lyrics

italics: Thoughts

Note: This songfic takes place after ch.18 of Tekkadread Remastered.

The Nirvana's gymnasium...

Duero continued stretching his limbs as he and Slade warmed up for their regular session of physical training. He also did some light breathing exercises, bending over, joint rotations, and flexing to work out any tension in his muscles. There was no one else there, which meant that the two males had the workout area all to themselves.

"So what kind of exercises are we going to do today?" The good doctor asked. He was dressed in a pair of form-fitting shorts, with cutoff legs at mid-thigh. They molded to his lower body and yet gave him freedom of movement. On his feet was a pair of simple workout shoes. He did not wear anything above the waistline, displaying an impressive array of pectorals and abdominal muscles. Like the Tekkaman, Duero's frame favored a lean, but well-sculpted build, rather than being weighed down by bulky muscles. Speed, agility, and skill were preferred over brute force.

Beside him, Slade was similarly dressed. Reaching down into a tote bag on the floor, he pulled out several items. He handed his training partner some heavy, cloth-wrapped objects. "We're going to do something a bit different today, Doc. Here, put these on." He then picked up four more of the strange implements from the bag.

The physician took the offered items and saw that they were elastic bands with some weights sewn into them. He gazed back at his sparring partner with a questioning expression. Slade said nothing as he put two of the heavy bracers on his wrists, then the other two near his ankles. He then nodded for Duero to do the same.

Hesitantly, the healer followed suit and noticed right away that the extra weights slowed him down. His limbs felt about five pounds heavier apiece.

"Is this some kind of weight-training to build up my strength?" He asked. There were many men on Tarak who lifted weights on a regular basis to build up their own body power.

"It's sort of part strength-training and part endurance training. My weights are a lot heavier than yours." Slade replied as he then reached into the bag and took out a flat, square container. Opening it up, he revealed an old-style audio CD.

"What's that?"

"It's something that I picked up during my planet-hopping days. I came across a world in which some of the Earth Colonists had settled. They worshipped this ideal that they called... what was it again? Oh yeah! They called it the Rich of Simmons. (1) The inhabitants were Gung Ho about fitness and health. They had some great training exercises. What we're going to do today is something they called aerobics."

"What's... aerobics?"

"It's a very extensive, very intense form of workout. It targets all your major muscle groups, increases your heart rate, gets your blood flowing, and helps build stamina."

"Ah." Duero nodded in comprehension. "So it's a form of cardiovascular exercise."

"Yeah, that's what they said. What makes this different from what we've been doing so far is that it's set to music."

"Music?"

"Yep. Not only is it a good way to build up your endurance, but it also helps you develop rhythm and burns off excess fat."

"It sounds simple enough."

"It may sound simple, but it can be just as intense as my regular sessions with the Warrior Squadron. We'll start out slow and easy today and work from there."

"All right, what do I have to do?"

"Oh just follow my lead and try to keep in rhythm."

Slade inserted the CD into a nearby speaker system and pressed a button to start. However, what he didn't know was that the system was currently tuned into the entire communications network of the Nirvana. Furthermore, when he pressed Play, he also activated the overhead and wall cameras. As a result...

The hanger...

Jura, Dita, and Meia stopped in their Dreads' regular maintenance when they suddenly began hearing music.

"Where's that coming from?" Dita asked.

"Hey, look over there." Jura said as she pointed to an image being projected on a nearby monitor.

All three girls crowded around the screen and their eyes widened as they saw two well-endowed males in only shorts and shoes, performing some kind of ritual, while moving in time with a beat.

[*I'm saying all the things that I know you'll like, making good conversation!*]

"Oh... my!" Jura said as she saw how the way Slade's form moved in a direct, yet strangely compelling and forceful way. He threw his arms out with palms spread, then brought them back to his midsection. He repeated the movements several times with the doctor mimicking beside him.

Dita and Meia also gulped as they found their heart rates beginning to climb and their body temperatures went up a few notches.

The Register...

[*I gotta handle you just right... you know what I mean?*]

"What is this?" One of the girls asked.

"I don't know... but I think I LIKE it!" Ukyo said as she watched Slade make some side-stepping maneuvers. He had begun to pick up the tempo a bit, and moved with a kind of feral grace.

The Target Range...

[*I took you to an intimate restaurant, then to a suggestive movie!*]

Barnette missed her next target completely as she stared wide-eyed at the screen. After her experience on that desert world, she had begun to notice the subtleties of the male form, especially Duero's. To see the doctor move with such determined, yet lithe motions made her want to touch his firm chest and...

WHAT AM I THINKING?!

[*There's nothing left to talk about, unless it's horizontally!*]

Barnette shook her head violently when those words were heard! One can only guess what was running through her mind at that time...

The bridge...

[*Let's get physical, physical!*]

[*I wanna get physical! Let's get into physical!*]

"Why are they jumping about like that?" Buzom wondered.

The rest of the bridge crew didn't even hear her words as their eyes followed the men's movements, then widened as Slade and Duero went into a series of lunges, showing off the strength in their legs and how tight their (censored) were.

[*Let me hear your body talk, your body talk! Let me hear your body talk!*]

The Engineering Section...

[*I've been patient, I've been good. Tried to keep my hands on the table.*]

"Ma'am, what is this?" One of Parfet's staff asked.

The head engineer didn't even hear the question as her glasses became steamed up and a bit of drool was trickling down her chin. She had seen Duero before, but never in this kind of primeval fashion. When he started flexing his chest and abdominal muscles, her heart skipped a beat.

[*It's getting hard this holding back. You know what I mean?*]

The Sick Bay...

[*I'm sure you understand my point of view. We know each other mentally.*]

Paiway's mouth and that of her frog puppet were wide-open as she watched Slade and Duero go into a series of fast twisting motions which allowed the viewer to observe the movements of their flanks and hips.

[*You gotta know that you're bringing out, the animal in me!*]

Misty was licking her chops as she watched both men doing a series of axe-kicks.

[*Let's get physical, physical!*]

[*I wanna get physical! Let's get into physical!*]

By now, Duero and Slade were working up a considerable amount of sweat as they pushed themselves harder. The lights glinted off the sheen on their skin, adding to their masculine appearance.

[*Let me hear your body talk, your body talk! Let me hear your body talk!*]

By now, nearly eighty percent of the girls on the ship were breathing hard and libidos were really getting stimulated, despite the fact that they were raised to hate men. It seemed that no amount of conditioning could ever eliminate those ancient instincts.

[*Let's get physical, physical!*]

Barnette noticed all the scars on Duero's body. Though the imperfections were considered ugly on a female, the marks seemed so... right on him. As they became covered in sweat, the Dread pilot began wondering what they'd taste like.

WHAT AM I THINKING?!

[*I wanna get physical! Let's get into physical!*]

[*Let me hear your body talk, your body talk! Let me hear your body talk!*]

Yum! Jura thought to herself as Slade threw more punches as well as droplets of sweat. She especially liked the way his shorts molded to his rear. Who would have thought that a man's tight derrière could be so... enticing?

Dita felt herself getting warm all over, especially in that spot between her legs. She couldn't get the image of a NAKED Slade moving like that out of her mind.

Meia began clenching and unclenching her fists as both confusion and desire conflicted within her. She was a warrior and leader, damn it! She didn't care if Slade had broad shoulders, a washboard stomach, lean but powerful legs, hard-as-rock biceps, and buns of...

GET A HOLD OF YOURSELF, MEIA! The Dread Leader screamed in her mind.

Barnette shook her head continuously, but couldn't tear her eyes away from the screen.

MEN ARE NOT SEXY! MEN ARE NOT SEXY! MEN ARE NOT SEXY!

[*Let's get ANIMAL, ANIMAL!*]

[*I wanna get ANIMAL!*]

[*Let's get into ANIMAL!*]

Duero then bent over.

THUD!

Barnette passed out with a bit of a nosebleed.

THUD!

The engineering staff looked down on the floor and saw Parfet also out cold.

[*Let me hear your body talk, your body talk!*]

[*Let me hear your body talk!*]

As the music faded away, both men slowed their pace and began warming down.

Duero let off a contented sigh. That had been a good workout and he was feeling more limber than ever. Slade walked over and shut off the speaker system.

All over the ship, one could hear a collective...

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!"

After that performance, nearly every girl on the Nirvana took a very cold shower.

The End

Author's notes

Yeah, it was kind of silly, but I couldn't help myself. I figured that in this role-reversal situation, why not have the WOMEN begin to feel those ancient instincts? I just had to write this!

(1) Rich of Simmons = Richard Simmons