Injustice
This won't be a "Kara is evil and a monster" story, no, she will humanise and mellow as the story goes on, she will make friends, have relationships, but she will still always look for the end goal, a world united under her rule and guidance, a new Krypton, that's her endgame, whether she achieves it, we'll see.
Kara flew fast and hard away from Midvale, away from the Danvers. They meant well, for humans, but they didn't understand her, they didn't understand the pure rage she felt, that Kal-El had only managed to reignite and fuel further. If she stayed, she'd hurt them, and they seemed to be good people, perhaps the only good ones on this planet. But if they were in the hands of Kal-El, as people on this planet seemed to be, then they were pawns and idiots who would only damage their planet and ensure it went the way that Krypton did, thanks to those fools in the High Council.
She was still getting used to her powers, only being on Earth for a few weeks, but she was pretty sure she had the hang of flying by now, and the rest? Well, that would come later. For now though she needed to get away from it all, get away and hide, wherever she could, just as long as she was away from the humans and especially away from Kal-El. She knew he'd be able to find her, deep down, she knew he'd sense her, bring her out and bring her back to the Danvers, or put her somewhere worse, but for now, all she could think about was the escape.
'I need to hide, I need to run, I can't be trapped here with them, Kal-El is a fool who follows the ideals of Jor-El, the traitor who helped to destroy Krypton. I don't know what Zod and the other army generals were planning in those final days, but anything would have been better than the inaction which destroyed Krypton and caused such pain and devastation' Kara sustained herself in her flight with her thoughts of anger, of rage, of desperation, and how she would not fail in her duty to Krypton.
She had already failed Kal-El, she failed to save him from Jor-El's ideals, she'd failed to save him and protect him, here on Earth, but she would not fail in her own vow, her own mission that she had appointed herself. Krypton was gone, its culture all but forgotten, only existing within her. She would not allow it to die out, and she would ensure, whatever the odds, whatever it took, that Earth did not go the way of Krypton, that a new Krypton would one day live within the skies again.
Kara flew through the skies, gradually heading West, until she could see the ocean. What Kara saw was not the ocean though, she saw a huge, hulking structure, half buried in the dirt ahead of her, with scientists, jeeps and men with guns swarming around it. Seeing the present danger, she gently touched down on a ridge behind the structure and peered around. There didn't seem to be any signs of life from within the structure, her newly found X-Ray vision didn't show anyone inside. Looking inside however, she recognised some of the technology. Kryptonian technology.
'What would a Kryptonian ship be doing here? What Kryptonian ship even looked like this?' Kara thought to herself as she examined the outside of the ship. The soldiers and scientists who swarmed around it seemed to have no idea of what they were looking at, but as she examined the ship with her vision, a sense of dread came over Kara.
Suddenly, it hit her like a lightning bolt and she staggered backwards in shock. She knew what this ship was and what its purpose was.
"Rozz…" Kara breathed out, eyes wide in shock.
Kara unsteadily got to her feet and prepared to fly away again, more questions than answers churning within her head.
'What was Rozz doing here? How did Rozz get here? Where were the prisoners?'
Kara knew her aunt Astra and uncle Non had been sentenced to Rozz for their alleged crimes against Krypton, crimes she now knew were against the High Council and would have likely helped Krypton, and it made her sick. What had happened to them? Had they died upon impact, crashing here on Earth? Had the soldiers down below killed the prisoners?
As she prepared to set off, she felt a hand touch her shoulder and she felt her insides turn to ice.
"Turn around, slowly." A voice spoke in her ear, she turned, was this a solider, or even Kal-El, here to take her back and punish her?
As she turned and looked into the face of the person who held her shoulder, she noticed two things. Firstly, she recognised that face. Secondly, she recognised that language. They'd spoken to her in Kryptonese.
"Uncle Non…" Kara breathed, looking into the stern face of her uncle. With him here, perhaps aunt Astra had also survived?
"Kara Zor-El." Non spoke softly, only his eyes betraying his shock at finding his niece alive and well, here on Earth. "What? How are you here?"
"I was saved, Uncle." Kara truthfully responded. "Please, tell me, is aunt Astra here too?"
Non considered the child for a moment, he could kill her, here and now, and Astra would never know, would never be weighed down by this possible attachment.
However the look on Kara's face, it hinted at true steel, the heart of a warrior and Non smiled, perhaps Kara Zor-El could be shown their way of thinking, and perhaps she could even be an asset to their cause and to Myriad.
"Come, Kara Zor-El. Astra is not far away, and when we reunite you with her, you must tell us what has happened in the years we were gone, and how you came to be on this planet also."