Hi guys! So I was reading through this story and stuff, and found that it's not really very consistent and there's a lot of breaks. So, what I'm going to do is rewrite it. I know, I know, it's been a LONG time since I've updated or written anything for this but I've been very busy, not to mention I wrote this when I was really busy and would like to write it with some effort now that I'm a little less busy. I also want to try and place this into this current Supergirl season, but with my own twist and of course- SUPERCORP! I'll try to update more often, but no promises. Thank you for reading, following, and favoriting this story!
For once, everything was almost quiet in National City. There was, of course, minor crime throughout the city- but nothing the police couldn't handle. This was giving Supergirl a long-needed break, especially after the Daxamite attack, and so it was the perfect time for a diabolical mind to hatch a horrid plan. Gentle breezes blew through the harbor. The wind combined with the gentle waves of the water was enough to rock the boats and buoys to and fro. The smell of the salt water and of fish filled the air in the harbor, but it was the place she needed to be. Her bright blue eyes were hidden behind the helmet she was made to wear due to her heritage- it was a gladiator-esque type, though it was black to make it seem more ominous. Her armor wasn't really what she wanted to be wearing, in fact- she wished she could just be normal for once; however, she knew that would never happen. She scanned her surroundings to make sure the harbor was empty, and for the most part it was aside from a couple security guards. They would not pose a threat, not to her.
"Take them out." The voice in her com-link whispered, and she almost did- but she faltered.
"I don't want to," She said softly, eyes widening. She was just a child, she was still innocent. "Please, Laura-"
"You will respond to orders, KR-12," Laura Phillips responded calmly- though there was an irritable edge to her tone- in her ear. KR-12's fists clenched in defiance, the gloves tightening around her hands in response to the action. "Do it, or suffer the consequences."
"It's not right," KR-12 said, her voice faltering. "I don't want to take their lives."
"You can, and you will." Laura said calmly. "It's all part of the plan, my dear. Follow through, and you will be rewarded." KR-12 opened her mouth to speak, but shut it. She wasn't in a position to defy orders, that much she knew. So, she looked up at the two guards and began to walk toward them. They saw her within an instant- and how couldn't they? KR-12 looked out of place, she looked like a total villain with the dark plated armor and the gladiator mask, not to mention the small but deadly spikes on her shoulders. The rest of the armor had been salvaged from someone called 'Master Jailer' or something, or at least that's what Phillips had told KR-12. Something about scaring everyone, to let them know something... but KR-12 hadn't been listening. She wasn't one to always listen.
"Hey, you!" One of the guards shouted, eyes narrowing. "Get lost! Comic-Con was last week." KR-12 sucked in a deep breath, then formed a claw-like gesture with her left hand. Instantly, a ball of lightning sparked to life. The energy ran up and down KR-12's arm, tingling and cackling. She made a sweeping gesture with that same arm and electrocuted the same guard who had attempted to shoo KR-12 away.
"We got a hostile!" The other guard said into his walkie-talkie frantically as KR-12 formed another lightning ball. "Send back up, send-" But he never got to finish that sentence, KR-12 took his life as quickly as she could. She didn't want to see him suffer, but she needed to follow her orders- or it would be her suffering. KR-12 did not want to suffer any longer.
"I'm so sorry," KR-12 told their still, charred bodies. "I didn't want to." With those words, she stepped over their corpses and proceeded to punch through the wall of her target- a warehouse positioned on the harbor. This wasn't just any warehouse, however. This was Lex Luthor's old hideaway, a place he used to store old creations. Phillips knew what she was looking for would still be there, she'd been rather close to Lex.
"Are you in?" Phillips's voice asked, though due to the warehouse's interior KR-12 was beginning to lose Phillips's broadcast.
"Yes," KR-12 told Phillips, "but I'm still not sure what you want me to find. If you'd just tell me what's in-"
"No." Phillips's voice was hard and cold. "This is top secret, KR-12. Find the crate marked with the symbol I showed you earlier." KR-12 nodded, although she knew Phillips couldn't see the gesture. She squinted and attempted to use her X-Ray vision to spot the crate marked with LexCorp's old symbol, the one the company had had before Lena Luthor had taken over. Despite KR-12's attempts, the crates were lined with lead- something KR-12 couldn't see through due to half of her heritage.
"You gotta give me something else," KR-12 pleaded, "is it magnetic?" But there was no answer, either Phillips didn't care enough to tell KR-12... or the symbol had simply been lost. Either was plausible, but KR-12 thought the first option sounded about right. KR-12 took in another breath before she held her hand out. Her gloved palm faced the ground, though her fingers were tensed in the same claw-like gesture as earlier, as she began to concentrate. KR-12 extended her mental consciousness to each and every box as she attempted to search them. Eventually, she found a slight pull. Perhaps the crate was magnetic after all. Slowly, KR-12 rotated her palm toward the sky, her eyes closing, as she made a beckoning gesture. The crate shot out from the depths of the warehouse and nearly crashed right into KR-12, but she didn't care. The crate was just the one KR-12 had been sent to find. "Thank Rao." She exhaled with a grin.
"You know," A distorted voice said from the shadows of the warehouse, "I think Comic-Con was last week."
KR-12 blinked in surprise, but it wasn't the first time she'd heard that remark. "You're a little late to that one," She called out, turning in the direction of the voice. "Oh, and you're wearing lead, huh?" She couldn't see the figure inside the suit with her X-Ray vision, but she could see the outline of the suit.
"How did you-?" The voice sounded a little surprised, but then the person- obviously male- shook their head and stepped out of the shadows. "Look, I don't want any trouble- but you just killed two guards, miss."
KR-12's eyes narrowed, "You don't think I know that? I don't want to fight you, either. What are you? Some warehouse guardian?" She laughed dryly at the last part.
"You could say so," Guardian seemed to laugh, but it was without humor. "Why don't you put the crate back, and I'll go easy on you."
KR-12 actually found that part funny. "You can try, I dare you."
"Very well." Guardian said, and with a battle cry he charged toward KR-12... but he never actually made it to her. With a roll of her eyes, KR-12 held up her right hand- her index and middle fingers pointed upward, ring finger and pinkie curled in, thumb tucked in partially- and made drew it to the side. Instantly, Guardian veered violently in that direction and collided with a couple metal crates. KR-12 went to grab the crate, but Guardian made a groaning noise and managed to climb to his feet. KR-12 frowned and tilted her head.
"You should've stayed down," KR-12 chided with a shake of her head. She formed the same gesture with her right hand again, though this time she drew her hand upward- and with it, the Guardian's body followed. He collided with the rafters, then dropped to the ground. KR-12 hadn't killed him, but she could tell he was unconscious. "Told you." She muttered, as if some human could bring her down. KR-12 didn't like being forced to follow the orders of a madwoman, but she also knew that she was above humans- that they really couldn't do much to her.
But Phillips could.
Phillips knew how to hurt KR-12, and with that thought KR-12 shuddered in distaste and disgust. KR-12 grabbed hold of the container, deciding she better not irritate Phillips by being late, and launched herself into the air.
"Is James alright?!" Kara demanded as she shoved through the DEO staff, her eyes wild with concern. "Goddamnit, I told you this was a bad idea!" Those words were directed toward Winn. Kara had flown as fast as she could to get to the DEO after Winn had called about James's accident. Kara wasn't even in her Supergirl outfit, which J'onn would probably get after her for later, but at the moment Kara had bigger problems. James was sitting upright on an examination table, the torso and helmet of his suit removed, as the doctors looked after him.
"Hey, Kara," James muttered, his head reeling. He already knew he had a minor concussion, but according to one of the doctors his arm had been dislocated and a couple of his ribs had broken.
"Don't 'Hey, Kara' me!" Kara told him. "What were you thinking?!" Kara had been irritable after the entire Daxamite ordeal, though it wasn't without reason. Kara still felt as though she had killed Mon-El, which no one could shake her of- and now there was James, who'd almost died himself. "You could've died, James!"
"It was nothing, Kara," James shook his head, "I'm fine."
"You don't look fine right now." Kara snapped. "James, what if I had lost you- or Winn?! You should've gotten ahold of me first! I could've at least backed you up."
"Look, Kara," James said, "you don't need my protection- and I don't need yours. I'm capable of defending myself."
"You weren't back there," Kara told him, "and again, I could've lost you. I know this whole 'Guardian' thing is important to you, James, but you're human. You could die."
"And you couldn't?" James finally snapped.
"Excuse me?"
"Like you can't die when you fight the bad guys, either? C'mon, Kara." James finally said.
"That's different, James!" Kara threw her hands into the air in exasperation with a dry laugh.
"No, Kara, it isn't." James shook his head. "In fact-"
"Kara," James was interrupted by Alex, who was approaching the two with a clipboard and a concerned look, "I need to talk to you."
Kara turned to her sister, but glanced back at James. "This talk isn't over, Mr. Olsen." She turned her attention back to Alex. "What's up?" Alex gestured for Kara to follow, which the blonde did. Alex lead her down to the computers, where she nodded to Winn.
"Show Kara what you found, Winn." Alex said with a nod.
"Alrighty," Winn said, pulling up a tab of information on his computer. "This girl appeared at the harbor, as we know." Winn pulled up the footage of the girl before she'd approached the guards. "She starts walking, but then she stops. There's no audio, but given the pause, it's clear she's talking to someone. There was an encrypted radio frequency she was using, and we've been trying to crack it- but it keeps changing."
"What do you mean?" Kara frowned, glancing at Winn.
"Well, each time we think we've cracked the code, it just... evolves. Like someone's constantly there to mix the signal. Anyway, this is when things get a little freaky. So our friend here approaches the guards, and- zap! Shocks them right on the spot." Winn shook his head as he watched the perp form the ball of lightning in her outstretched hand. "The other thing is that she knew James was using lead to conceal himself. Which is a trait only-"
"- Only Kryptonians have. Is she Kryptonian?" Alex asked, frowning.
"No, she can't be." Kara shook her head. "With what Winn is saying, she has abilities which differ from Kryptonians... she's either a similar race, or..."
"A hybrid." J'onn breathed with a frown as he approached them.
KR-12 dropped the container on the cold floor of the controls room. Before KR-12, Phillips stood with her arms crossed and eyes narrowed. Behind Phillips stood her son, James, his arms crossed as well. KR-12's hands went for her mask as she pulled it off, her hair pulled back neatly into a bun. With a simple nod, a couple men rushed forward to open the container, thought the entire time Phillips's eyes never left KR-12's face.
"It's real, it's what we're looking for." One of the men confirmed.
"Good." Phillips said with a curt nod. "Well, you did better than expected..." She told KR-12. "Not a total failure for once."
"Mother," James interjected, "is it time-?"
"Yes," Phillips breathed, a sickening smile breaching her cold features, "it's time to move on to phase two. Doctor Young, ready the lab- and James, would you escort KR-12 back to her cell?"
"What?! You... you said if I succeeded I could have my own bunker!" KR-12 protested, her eyes widening.
"Did I?" Phillips tapped her chin with an index finger. KR-12 cried out in rage and began to lift her hand, but a needle stuck itself into her neck. James had already administered the drug which would dull KR-12's powers with the needle they'd formed from an altered batch of Kryptonite- which was, really, KR-12's only weakness. "It seems that conversation has slipped my mind, my dear." KR-12 stumbled a bit, shaking her head to try and clear the drug from her mind. "Well, you really do have your mother's face..." Phillips sneered. "Same blue eyes, same do-good nature... we'll break you of that eventually, KR-12... and you'll crush her, do you understand?"
"I hate you," KR-12 snarled, though it was a mere whisper as the men began to tear the armor from her body, leaving her with just the plain black jumpsuit which lay beneath it.
"I know." Phillips smirked as James grabbed hold of the back of KR-12's neck. "But you're just a little pawn in this chess game, KR-12, and you don't need to hate me much longer. Just a couple more missions, and then we can let you go."