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Chapter Four- Plans are Made

XXXXXX- One Year Later

A Year had passed since Lena had made up her resolve, and created her AI, who she had named Hope, in the form of her younger self. Hope represented a time where Lena was much happier with her mother, and life was much more blissful. Unbeknownst to Lena, she truly did not realize how much of a help Hope was going to be for her. Her capacity to absorb knowledge, learn, and grow smarter was astounding. In Lena's eyes, Hope was not just an AI, but rather like a sister, or even like a child.

Hope could not only speak formally, but also had a way of getting through to Lena in many situations and scenarios. Hope had noticed how her mother/sister was always eating unhealthy and constantly drank. While Hope understood That human beings found great pleasure in food and drink, it was also vital to lead a healthy lifestyle and keep yourself strong in life to tackle its challenges.

"Mother, as much as I love that you are happy and indulging yourself, when was the last time you ate an apple, or rode a bike?"

"I am allergic to exercise dear."

"Mother, you made me to help you right? To make sure you accomplish your goals and dreams? Well, I can understand. Yet, you cannot thrive on burgers and wine alone. Exercise can help you clear your mind and can help you work on some of your demons that you are still carrying inside of you. It would be a shame if you went your entire life without realizing the physical strength that you are capable of."

Reluctantly, and with many loud grumbles, Lena had weights, dumbbells and a simple pull-up stand delivered to her home. Hope had created visualizations and holograms, showing her the proper form and how to correctly perform a movement. Hope had also helped Lena with creating a personalized diet and proper eating habits that would allow her to benefit from the hard exercise she would be doing.

At first, Lena wanted to give up after the first session. She puked and she felt pain in places that she never thought was possible. However, Hope had gently got her to keep going and going. And soon enough, she began to love lifting weights. At first, Lena thought lifting weights would have turned her into a hulking rage monster, which quietly and laughingly disproved as she did not have the genetics nor the testosterone to do so; the weightlifting would make her gorgeous.

And so, one year later, she had transformed herself. Even Lena could not believe how much she had changed. She had developed an incredible lower body and upper body; she had abs for God's sake. The way she looked in the mirror; she could attract any man or woman. The one thing that Hope had emphasized for her was to find a balance in her life. Grease and alcohol were not banned, she could just consume it in moderation..

It had been a very productive year for Lena. Despite all this change, it was not easy to forget what she had lost. While her doctor's diagnosis was solid in terms of her never being able to carry a child to full-term, she opted to get a second opinion. She had seen many specialists and endured a battery of tests to see if her body had healed, and if there was a chance for her to carry a child.

Sadly, nothing much had changed. There was too much scarring and far too much damage. Even with time, her situation did not change an iota, and further tests had revealed that if she did get pregnant, it would take a miracle for her to do so. And on the off chance she did get pregnant, a pregnancy could damage her body further, and even kill her.

She was filled with rage that day and took it all out on the iron; the iron never lied to her. It revealed the truth of a person right away. Still, she would not give up. There had to be a way; a way for her to have a child and carry it to term. Her happiest moments in life were with her mother. One day, she would get to enjoy that feeling inside of her of being a parent and having life grow within her.

However, it was now time to get to work. While exercise had given her a place to vent, there were things to accomplish. In this year that had passed, attacks on metahumans had been growing and they were still in danger. She needed a way to help, and a way to protect her identity while doing so.

It came to her that she needed to create a suit; a weapon of technological perfection that could not be replicated so easily, and a weapon that would give her the ability to be a leader and protector. It had been a fun year, all things withstanding.

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The year that had passed had brought some interesting challenges as Lena was able to flex her creative juices quite greatly. She had spent quite a bit of time sketching and coming up with designs for armor and weaponry. She had to admit, it looked quite futuristic and bold, but it would hide her identity completely.

The rough sketches of the armor that she was imagining in her head had yielded some interesting results. The helmet was circular, and the front was plated in an intricate pattern where the face could not be seen. The helmet had a HUD, as well to inhibit those who wanted to see the identity of the wielder, complete with a visor to see in case of a loss of power.

The rest of the armor was sleek and form fitting with intricate and unique designs, colored in black and gray with little bits of red. The front of the armor housed the main reactor protected by armor plating, which was capable of powering the suit for quite a long time and there was also a miniature secondary reactor for emergencies which was protected by a white piece of armor plating, while the back of suit housed a main jetpack surrounded by many smaller thrusters encased in a pentagon design that was protected by armor plating. These thrusters gave Lena the ability to utilize high speed flight and would allow her to cross higher Mach speeds.

The armor would be composed of a titanium alloy that would allow for the suit to be lightweight, yet durable enough to take many hits. The suit had bracers which could release shields for extra defense. Later, she would need to explore stronger metals to use for future suits. Now, came another fun part, exploring weapons.

Besides creating designs for the suit, the weapons designs were equally difficult yet exhilarating to design. The armor she was making was not going to house internal weaponry. The suits she would craft would focus on power, speed, strength, defense, and durability. She needed to make weapons that she could use quite easily and would hit hard; guns fit the bill quite nicely.

The first weapon would be a pistol; a tried and true reliable companion that would also act as a last resort when she had nothing left to utilize. The pistol could fire rapidly, using exchangeable batteries designed as magazines for ammo. It would have a stun feature that would allow her temporarily to disable a person's nervous system; nothing lethal but it would give her enough time for a getaway.

Now, the next two weapons is where she had a lot of fun. The second weapon she would make would be a sidearm that also utilized energy drum cartridges capable of firing superheated plasma bolts. A strong sidearm that would be quite damaging. Though there was no rapid-fire capability on this weapon, the weapon would be capable of causing good damage.

And then, a rifle. Composed of Titanium alloy as it would be lightweight and easy to carry and hold, the rifle would hold two types of ammo and two firing modes. The first mode was similar to her pistol, utilizing batteries shaped like interchangeable magazines that could fire energy bolts; except that with the channeling of more energy, the bolts can even be superheated. The second mode would consist of drum cartridges capable of firing brutal explosive rounds with a decent area of effect damage.

There was an idea of a particle cannon she wanted to use. However, she could not find a way to make it feasible or work. In theory, it would destabilize with every second shot and the containment field was unstable. A compromise was found in an idea of combining the rifle with both sidearms to create a weapon that could fire a devastating energy bolt launched at Mach Speed, with a devastating area of effect. Nevertheless, other options would have to be explored.

Besides guns, there were other things to explore as well. Grenades were a good distraction, as well as a nice tactical weapon that she could use. However, instead of throwing them, they could be reimagined as disks to be fired from her fists. A frag grenade as well as ice grenades would be very welcome. Instead of an internal chest cannon, a shoulder mounted energy cannon would suffice.

However, there was also more that was needed. Later, a pure melee weapon. A sword composed of a powerful metal so it could not break easily, and a superheated edge to cut through almost anything. Too hot, and she could fall in danger. Perhaps, a force field would needed to be implemented.

Now, while this was all amazing to create on paper, she would need a place to physically build all of this. Her house would not be a good place for this, and honestly, she would attract unneeded attention; she did not need the DEO on her trail. Fortunately, before making Hope, she had found an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the city. She had paid in cash and the owner was discreet. The warehouse was suitable.

She could order all the parts she would need from other countries for the armor and weapons, but she would have to do it via a dummy corporation and by an exhaustive amount as to not draw attention to herself. Creating the ammunition would be a bit of a challenge; but it was something she and Hope would relish with zeal.

And then, there was the power source. It would have to be something that could generate a great deal of power, but she would have to get the element down right.

She was shaken out of her musings when her cell phone began ringing. She looked at who was calling, and it was her stepmother. Lena sighed. She could not put this off any longer. As much as she did not want it, for some reason, her stepmother mattered to her in some way.

She was always the black sheep of the family, and treated differently as she was not Lillian's child, and was reminded of this every single day. However, after the accident she had suffered, her stepmother was surprisingly warm with her and caring, which kind of freaked her out a little. Lena was wary as her mother always had ulterior motives and plans upon plans.

Her mother was a so-called champion of humanity; and did not approve or like metahumans in anyway at all. And there were rumors going on about secret organizations and such where these metahumans were being sent, which the government vehemently denied.

For some reason, Lena could feel her mother was apart of one of these organizations, and she was participating in whatever was happening. She sighed heavily. The Incident was something that would not be forgotten. People wanted to someone to blame; and all metahumans and those were not human were considered effective scapegoats. Out of jealousy or fear, they were not trusted. Well, she figured it was best to get this conversation over with. It was like ripping off a band-aid; it would hurt in the beginning, but later, things would get better; she could only hope.

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Holding a glass of the finest Guinness in her hands, Lena drank slowly as she awaited her stepmother. Time passed until she finally heard a knock on the door. She instructed Hope to keep everything camouflaged downstairs to avoid any suspicion. She sighed as she got up and opened the door.

"Hello, Mother."

Lillian Luthor had a smile on her face as her driver was waiting outside in her car. "May I come in, or are we going to speak outside?"

Lena let her mother in. "Have a seat. You want a drink?"

Her stepmother nodded, as Lena poured her a glass of what she was drinking. Lillian savored the taste as she sighed. "I haven't had a sip in years."

"I am glad to see you are okay. You have not been answering my calls, and you have been blowing off your duties at the company. Not to mention every time I try to meet you; you make up an excuse."

"I am a grown woman, mother. What I choose to do is my business and my business alone. I have been at the company, and I am doing work there. As for not answering your calls, well, you know the answer to that."

Lillian chose to ignore that dig. "And, I see you have been ordering many things, and buying properties outside the city. If I were to hazard a guess, I would say you are planning something big."

Lena raised an eyebrow and kept her calm. "Oh, please daughter. I have been playing the game longer than you have. I have eyes and ears everywhere. Nothing you do can really escape me; you are quite predictable by the way."

"So, what are you using that money for? Building something, or someone? It is better you tell me. I want to have an interest in your life. Lest the wrong people get an inkling of what you are doing."

Lena bristled. She had lost her chance at having a child, she would not lose her AI, the closest thing she had to a child. She responded coldly to her mother. "If I am buying property, it does not mean that I am planning anything of the sort. Perhaps, I am buying property with my own money, to get the hell away from you. And, you are not as special as you think. If you were, you would have never been fired from your first job for the crap you pulled."

Lillian sighed. "Do you have to be so antagonistic Lena? I only want what's best for you, darling. You know that."

Lena laughed. "Really, you want what's best for me? You have never wanted anything for me, mother. I remember coming into your home for the first time. You treated me like garbage. Nothing I did ever measured up to your insane standards of "morality" and "nobility"."

"It was not my fault that Lionel Luthor chose to sleep with my mother. You blamed me for something that was beyond my control. I starved for your affection, and all I got was your hate. Yet, now I remember when I truly got your respect. When I was in the fifth grade, that girl Cindy stole my boyfriend. I leaked her diary to the school. That girl was humiliated beyond reason. It was the first time where I loathed myself."

"I remember what you did that day. Instead admonishing me for my cruelty, you applauded my actions like I had done something special. That girl tried to kill herself, and she almost succeeded. I never felt more hate for myself than that day. And, do you wonder why I don't like you?"

Lillian raised her hands to calm Lena down. "Okay, you have made your point. How is your health so far? Have you seen any specialists?"

"Another great topic. There is nothing that can be done. I have seen many specialists in this year. None have given me an answer. I have to live with this for the rest of my life. And I am okay with that. Maybe one day, I will have a child, maybe."

"Do you understand now, daughter? What I have been saying? The world is in danger. And look at what happened to you. I know some metahuman did that to you. They robbed you of your chance to experience real joy and happiness. They are dangerous, Lena."

Lena laughed even harder. "Do you fucking hear yourself, mother? People are being hunted down and pulled from their homes. Civil liberties are being trampled on. There are bad aliens and metahumans, just like how there are good ones. Tell me, why isn't there news about the alien who pulled five people from a burning building? Oh, that's right, the narrative will be damaged. Humans are good and bad as well; you just can't see that."

"How can you be so naïve, Lena?"

"I learned from you, remember? Tell me, mother dearest, what are you up to these days?"

Lillian said nothing as Lena took this as her cue to continue. "Don't bother with trying to hide it mother. I hear the rumors and I have my ways. There is a clandestine organization out there, doing some disgusting things. I would not be surprised if you were a part of it, yet, I hope to God you are not. I hear there are horrible things happening to those people. And remember, Karma is a bitch."

"And remember, don't justify your actions with what happened to me. You choose to act the way you want of own accord, and of your own preconceived notions and beliefs. Don't drag me into this ... because it is not what I want."

Lillian sighed as she got up and decided to leave.

"It seems you are not ready to talk and understand anything. No matter, we can talk another time. Despite what you think, I am your mother Lena, and I do love you very much. And one day, you will understand that. I will always protect you, no matter the cost."

If Lena took a harder look, she could swear that the she-devil could feel emotion on her face. As soon as she left, Lena got up and threw the bottle of the Guinness across the floor as she lifted the table and threw it to the floor with an agonized roar. She sat down on her chair, upset by this meeting. She always wondered why she let her stepmother hold so much power over her. Alas, there were important things to do. Maybe, she would have to move up her timetable. Time was of the essence, now more than ever.

Chapter End

Well everyone, this is the chapter. Please read and review generously. I hope you like it. Credit to Time Paradox for all of his help. This was hard to write, and I hope I have done an okay job. See you in the next chapter. Stay safe and much well wishes to you and your family. Have a happy 2021.