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Season 2 - E P I S O D E I:
A Traitor Among Us


In the shadow of her failure Supergirl flew back alongside Starman. A necessary retreat until she understood the sudden lose of her powers. Her move should have been the grand entrance of the new Supergirl. She had been training like crazy for about a year now, achieving a lot more technique than her father ever had. Yet all that meant nothing with her telekinesis weakened like this.

There has to be a reason. Someone must have drugged me or cursed me or …

But no. The hard truth, she so desperately had been denying, was right in front of her. Her telekinesis was influenced by her inner feelings, and her feelings were a mess. No matter how motivated Supergirl felt, and no matter how much she wanted to help out, didn’t change the fact that she had been hit where it hurt. Metro Tower was her new home and an attack on it from the inside simply struck deeper than any kryptonite blade ever could.
The only defense she had learned over the last year was how to shield people from harm, how to take a punch. None of it was about putting aside doubts or concerns.
Supergirl knew she would have to do better. But at least things couldn’t get any worse.
I had planned to get a post up, but since I have an appointment today and will be gone for a few days afterwards, that probably won't happen.
See you in the new year ;)
Season 2 - E P I S O D E I:
A Traitor Among Us



"Supergirl! Toon Girl!? Are you two all right?" Lara heard the leather jacket-wearing Starman ask.
“We’re fine,” she answered a few moments before she even knew, if it was true. There were still quite a few bots trying to dig through the colossal chunks of ceiling. More than Lara wanted to fight, even with the help of her friends. Blasting the bots with her laser only weakened the blockade.
“Give me a second,” she told him and took several steps forward.
This has got to work, she told herself
Trying to ignore all the noise and confusing, she raised her hands against the coming danger and summoned her tactical telekinesis. The energy, that she still didn’t fully understand, surged through her veins.
Go on. Use it. Lift every fragment and bot, and then stuff it all into the hallway like blocking a drain. It will give us enough time to assemble and figure this thing out.
Somehow Lara didn’t quit feel the same amount of power she use to, when directing her telekinesis. Yet she trusted that it would come, when she unleashed it against the bots and rocks.
Then came the moment where everything was supposed to fly up into the air and obey her very thought. However only a slight shaking happened in the rocky wreckage.
No no no! What’s wrong?
She closed her eyes and tried to use every ounce of her will to cram her mess into the hallway like one big wall of solid rock and training bots.
Then a hard left sent her spinning backwards. One of the Shazam-bots had broken loose and punched her across the room. She ended her whirling flight by slamming headfirst into the opposite wall. With blurry vision she opened her eyes and retracted her head from the hole it had made. It felt about two sizes to small for her brain, and the pain only grew from there. A single drop of blood hit the floor and then another.
Impossible! … How?
But she figured out the answer right away. By trying to lift the rubble, the tactical telekinesis that enhanced her kryptonian powers had faded. Though she was not exactly weak, everything certainly hurt a lot more.
“…. Oh, no …” she accidentally uttered and met Starman’s gaze. “We need to get away.” While trying her best not to let the team see her this weak, she confirmed to herself that she could indeed still fly. And so she did: up towards the nearest escape.
Meanwhile, more metallic enemies were fighting their way through the remains.
What is happening? Why am I failing like this? Why now? I’m suppose to be able to carry all this on my back. I am hope. I am the dawn. I am Supergirl.
I'll do my best to get a post up in a near future.
Season 2 - E P I S O D E I:
A Traitor Among Us


“Agree,” Lara yelled back at Warden through all the fighting. “Just remember I got your word: You survive this and follow.” Without further hesitation she lifted herself above the floor and almost shot through the hallway. For a millisecond the armored door bent like cheap tinfoil, before the hinges gave in and Lara entered the training room.
In there Toon Girl and Captain Marvel were fighting a fierce battle. Armageddon uncensored. Every move from the bots reflected how they had been set on the absolute maximum difficulty.
With tremendous force Lara slammed into one of them, shoulder first, and saw it fly into a couple of others. Even with her strength, one year ago she wouldn’t have dared take on more than one of those things. Now she put her left foot in front of her right in a 45-degree angle, raised her fists high with her elbows in and got ready to bring on the pain.
A bot mimicking Shazam threw a simple punch which she dodged by leaning to the other side and countered with an uppercut which send him rotating. A Warden-bot, she slammed into the floor and stepped out of the way of another Shazam jumping towards her. With all her might she swung him through the wall and got back to the enemy on the floor. A haymaker like a high-speed locomotive knocked him back, and Lara followed up with rapid kicks that buried him so deeply, her leg could no longer reach him.
“Move! We go to where we get to pick the fight,” she told her teammates, her eyes glowing red.
More bots flooded in from the back entrance. Their shapes and appearance changing and glitching randomly.
Putting distance between herself and her attackers, Lara unleashed a hail of laser at the ceiling. The glowing beams turned the hard surface into falling rubble.
In a cloud of dust and rocks half of the room got sealed off when she brought down the ceiling. She then signaled the others to go to the front entrance, where she had entered.

@The Angry Goat @Archmage MC @Afro Samurai
Hmm, I should probably have spend another second spell-checking what I had written. Anyway, hope it's readable 😊
<Snipped quote by Unknown100>

Sweet, I’ll be on in a few hours


Hey, I can't really come up with anything to write, so how about you just add that last small part where they arrive downstairs?
@The Angry Goat I've written a bit in the Piratpad:

piratepad.net/kypz71XsEO

I thought we could do a bit there before posting. Just a bit ;)
Posted!
I'll update my character's look as soon as possible. But she's undergoing some major changes.
Season 2 - E P I S O D E I:
A Traitor Among Us



Lara’s body aced with a soreness, she would only let show, when she was alone. She needed to be strong on absolutely every level. The world looked at her for support. Also, this mess was on her. When you got super hearing and X-Ray vision there are no excuses to get surprised. The time Lara hadn’t spend moving rubble and debris, she had used to practice her kickboxing stances. Sleep could come when the world felt safe and warm again.
Now it had become time to carry something else on her tired shoulders. Something even heavier than what had come before...

Lara approached the League's mainframe, and there was a second before it started up. A few moments where there was nothing, but her reflecting. Wearing her new, more theatrical costume, she took a thorough look at herself: A white, fire-proof fabric covered her body, with a high collar and only her bare, tattooed arms showing. The intricate details very much resembled the pattern her father used to wear. Time would tell if it could resist as much impact as she had been told it could. Even in darkened places the emblem seemed to reflect just a bit of light, drawing attention to the S.
“Bring up the bios, please,” Lara told the computer and watched as the touchscreen displayed the names of the people current members of the Justice League. It was an uncomfortable thought: To think one of her friends had betrayed them. Betrayed the world. And there was one in particular, she imagined doing it.
“Don’t jump to conclusions,” she ordered herself. “Just because he acts like he wants to prove himself, just because he’s the opposite of you, that doesn’t make him guilty. It’s rarely the obvious choice; the one who could most easily avoid detention. The one who could get away with anything. Unseeable, uncatchable.”

Removing her gaze from Kid Flash’s bio, she tried to shake last night’s dream from her mind. The one where she was standing on a scorched planet. The smoldering fire reflected in a man’s shining bald head.
“You have become death,” he told her. “The destroyer of worlds. And now, we are all sons of bitches.”

In an act of contempt Lara shook her head and returned to the real world. She told herself she was in control. Of her life. Of her powers. Looking at the kryptonian writing on her arms helped sell that message.
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