Chapter 105: Time for Revolution
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Planet Vukar Tag
For many a long minute Kara just hung there in the emptiness, trying to come up with a plan, any plan. Something had happened, that much was clear. But what? Clearly the planet had somehow been removed from normal space-time. Some kind of dimensional rift? A pocket universe? Something even stranger that was completely unknown to Kryptonian science? There was no way to tell right now.
Once again scanning the nothingness with her super vision, she found that the light waves curved around the planet instead of travelling in a straight line. Space itself folded around this planet, cutting it off. After pondering this for a minute, she finally reached a decision. There was nothing she could do about this right now, but down below there was still a vast prison complex, possibly just one of several, housing human prisoners. And with the rest of the universe having vanished, at the very least there was no large fleet of Dominion warships in orbit, ready to blast everything to smithereens.
Her decision made, Kara shot towards the planet below. A part of her mind reminded her that, with the sun no longer visible in the sky, it might well be prudent to preserve her strength. The planet was not in total darkness, neither was it rapidly cooling down, so clearly some form of light and warmth still reached it, but there was no telling how efficient it would be in recharging her powers. She had to take care of this quickly.
With stealth abandoned, someone in the prison complex clearly saw her coming on some scanner or other and sounded the alarm. She could hear sirens coming from below and saw several aircraft rise from the complex, almost insectoid in appearance. Her com picked up a message in the Dominator language, but she was not proficient enough to understand it without a translator. Probably some warning or other. She ignored it and kept on course. A few scant seconds later the aircraft opened fire on her.
Kara made no effort to evade. The larger Dominator warships had weapons that, given time and repeated hits, could hurt her, but she doubted that these small craft packed anything similar. She easily shrugged off the few laser blasts that hit her, she barely felt them. If that was the worst of it, this might well be easier than she thought it might be.
Accelerating, she quickly tore through the weapon emplacements on the prison complex' walls, reducing them to scrap. Not that she expected them to hurt her, but given that they faced inwards, she wanted them gone before anyone got any idea to fire on the prisoners to prevent them from escaping. Landing in the inner courtyard, she reared back and smashed her fist into the largest building's wall, reducing a large part of it to rubble.
As the dust slowly settled, a number of figures slowly emerged. The prisoners were clearly human, all of them, though some of them looked... strange. Some of them had skin that was nearly purple in color, while a few others had jet-black eyes with no visible pupils. All of them wore the same kind of blue jumpsuit and looked to be between 15 and 25 years old. No children, no older adults.
"Quickly," Kara said in English, gesturing for them to come out. "We are getting you out of here!"
The prisoners hesitated, clearly frightened and confused. Finally one of them, a young woman, came towards her.
"Who… who are you?" the woman asked.
Kara blinked, surprised. While she sometimes detested the world-wide fame she had achieved as Superwoman, she was aware that she was probably the most famous person on Earth. If this woman had no idea who she was... wait, had the woman really... had she spoken Interlac instead of English?
"I am a friend," Kara finally said, switching to Interlac herself. "I am here to free you from your imprisonment."
"Free?" the woman asked, clearly still confused. "But... where can we go? We have never been anywhere else but here."
Kara's eyes widened as a terrible suspicion suddenly bloomed in her mind. Human prisoners that could not possibly have been taken from Earth without anyone noticing, at least not in these numbers. Humans who spoke Interlac, but apparently did not understand English. Humans who apparently had never been anywhere else but here.
Her eyes moved to the center of the complex, penetrating walls easily, and what she saw made her blood turn to ice. Moving at super speed, she tore through several walls, ignored scattered Dominion soldiers, and quickly arrived in a vast central chamber.
"Oh, Rao!" she muttered.
The center of the complex was a vast pillar, made from the same biotechnology as everything else around here. The pillar was covered in hundreds upon hundreds of small chambers, rotating around its central axis. Each of them was filled with some kind of green liquid that was bubbling and churning as she watched.
The chambers also contained human beings. Some of them young adults, some of them children, and some of them still babies barely above fetus state.
"They're breeding them," Kara muttered. "Those bastards are breeding them in cloning tanks."
Some Dominator soldiers were screaming at her, but she ignored them. Instead her gaze fell on the control panels in front of the vast cloning pillar. She had to do something. She had to figure out how to safely get these people – including the children – out of those tanks. They were living beings, no matter that they had been spliced together in cloning tanks. For a moment every single one of them seemed to have the face of her poor little Kona, who had been borne in a cylinder not unlike these.
Try as she might, though, the technology in front of her defied her understanding. She could not make sense of it; it was even stranger than the small ship's navigation computer. Weapons were pointed at her, Dominators yelled at her, and she did not understand any of the controls before her.
Damn it, she cursed. What was she doing here? Since when did she just smash into things without a plan? She needed to use her head, not brute force. She needed a tactical approach. She needed more information.
Roughly an hour later, in a tunnel far below the surface of Vukar Tag, a group of people was slowly making its way towards what would hopefully be a safe haven. Two of them were Dominators with their characteristic yellow skin, black eyes, and large teeth, though only one of them carried a red disc on their forehead. The other merely had scar tissue in the place where their disc had been forcibly removed a long time ago. Each of them supported a human, one of them a young man that was bleeding from a wound in his leg, the other a woman whose arm had somehow turned into crystal.
"Just a little further," the Dominator without the disc said in Interlac. "We are almost there."
"Won't matter," the young man said. "The planet is back in phase. We will never make it until the next supply run."
"Now don't worry about that," the other Dominator said. "The Sub-Domina will keep you safe until then and we will smuggle you out on the next run."
"Wait, stop!"
The group came to a sudden stop as a figure emerged from the shadows in front of them. Another human, or so it seemed, though this one was not wearing the standard blue overall all the human experiments had to wear. No, this one was wearing a red and blue form-fitting suit and a red cape over her shoulders, a strange symbol on her chest.
Both of the Dominators quickly raised their weapons. "Hold! Who are you?"
The figure came closer, wading through the muck that filled the tunnel up to their knees, until she stood but a few meters in front of them.
"I am a friend," she said in strangely accented Interlac. "I need your help."
"Everybody needs help on this hell hole," the Dominator said, his weapon steady, the finger on the trigger. "But we have not survived this long by simply trusting strangers!"
"I understand that," the stranger said, coming still closer. "And given the circumstances, I think this is the fastest way to come to an understanding."
She came closer still. "Not one more step," the Dominator shouted.
She took one more step.
Both Dominators opened fire with their guns, peppering the figure in front of them with laser bolts. A few seconds later both of them lowered their weapons, not quite believing their eyes.
"Now can we talk?" the entirely unharmed figure asked them, crossing her arms.
Another hour later, in a room inside an abandoned Dominator base, another group of people gathered. Kara stood in front of a table, calmly gazing at the four people who were looking back at her. Three of them were Dominators, only one of them having the familiar disc on their forehead. The other two had clearly removed them – or had them removed – at some point in the past. It was seeing the third person at the table, however, that had nearly caused her to stumble.
It was a white-haired woman, probably in her mid-twenties. She wore the same blue overall as all the other humans on this planet and had her feet planted up on the table, a defiant, pissed-off look on her face. Said face was very much familiar to Kara. She had seen this woman before. Four years ago, during her first visit to the time-lost city of Kandor. A vision of the future had shown her a strange planet with purple skies, much like the ones she could now see through the room's sole window. It had been the aftermath of a battle of some kind and this woman sitting at the table over there had been at her side as they had celebrated a victory.
She had kissed her as the vision had ended.
"How do we know we can trust you?" one of the Dominators asked, wrenching Kara from her thoughts. "You might well be an agent of the disc lickers!"
"Look, if she wanted to, she could tear this entire place down around us," the Dominator with the disc, the one whom she had encountered in the tunnel, told the others. "We blasted her, and she didn't even blink."
"That's her!" the third one said, pointing at her. "It was on those messages we intercepted about an hour ago. She is the one who busted open that prison camp in sector 7. Freed several hundred prisoners all at once and demolished the entire air defense while she was at it, then vanished without a trace."
After a moment's silence the first Dominator finally nodded, getting to his feet. "Very well, if you are an enemy of the disc lickers, then you are a friend of the Sub-Dominans. Still, we would like to know exactly who you are."
"My name is Kara-El, originally from the planet Krypton," she told them. "Though since my world's death I have called the planet Earth my home."
Stunned silence echoed through the room as everybody was staring at her.
"The Kryptonian," the white-haired woman finally whispered, taking her feet off the table. "The one the disc lickers are so obsessed with."
"We have heard a lot about you," the Dominator who seemed to be the leader of the group said. "I believe one can safely say that a lot of what is happening here is connected to you. I am 362."
"362?" Kara asked.
"It is considered a sign of rebellion among the castes to take a name," 362 explained. "So after we removed our discs, we decided to do just that. Lacking any model to follow, we simply chose numbers."
"I am 477," the Dominator form the tunnel said. "And just so we understand each other, the only reason I haven't scraped that bloody disc off my forehead is because it makes infiltrating disc licker installations easier." He then pointed at the third Dominator. "This is 177."
"And this is Shamara," 362 said, pointing at the white-haired woman. "She is an escapee from one of the experimentation camps where the disc lickers are breeding a strain of humans with the power to project intense cold. She was the first human we freed as has been working with us ever since."
As if to emphasize the point, Shamara blew a gust of air her way, the temperature dropping so rapidly that it left ice crystals on Kara's arm.
"A pleasure to meet you all," Kara said, ignoring the cold. "To be honest, I have come to this world almost blind. I was told that the Dominators were trying to create an army in my image, probably in preparation for another invasion of Earth, but that is the extent of my knowledge. I need to know more."
"Why?" Shamara asked, looking at her with suspicion. "Given the powers you displayed, you could easily smash the disc lickers, no problem! So… why haven't you done just that?"
"I might well be able to," Kara admitted. "But what about all the humans still in the camps? Especially those still in the cloning tanks? I fear the moment I become too big a problem the Dominators will exterminate them all. I am fast, but I am still just one person and cannot be everywhere at once."
"They would do it," 362 said. "The disc lickers would rather lose the entire stock and start fresh elsewhere than admit any kind of defeat."
"That is why I need information! I need to know everything that is happening on this world. Who is in control? How are they isolating this world from the rest of the universe? What is going on and what is the best way to put a stop to it?"
362 nodded. "It seems we have a lot to talk about."
Sometime later Kara's mind was almost overflowing with information. She now knew that this planet was positively covered in Dominion installations, most of them dedicated to genetic experimentation and breeding. Using genetic samples they had collected during the invasion of Earth, they were creating different strains of genetically engineered human hybrids and experimenting with the gene sequences that allowed some humans to develop outlier abilities. Their ultimate goal was to create near-Kryptonian hybrids, though according to the Sub-Dominans they had seen very little success in that direction so far.
She had also learned that a large number of lower caste members of the Dominion had been all but exiled to this planet to serve as a work force and garrison for these experiments and that quite a few of them were not happy with their lot. Some because of the exile, some because they found the experiments performed to be vile, and still others because they questioned the caste system in general, especially after the fall of the High Caste. The Sub-Domina, as those in open rebellion called themselves, numbered in the hundreds.
A rather unpleasant surprise had been that, following the destruction of Elia and the annihilation of the High Caste, Vukar Tag had apparently fallen under the control of the military caste. And the Dominator in charge of the large fleet in orbit was none other than Pinnacle Command, the same Dominator who had led the invasion of Earth. Which made this entire affair even more personal as far as she was concerned.
One question remained, though, and she hoped that she would get answers now.
"You are aware, I believe, that Dominator technology is biological in nature, yes?"
Kara nodded; she was quite aware of that.
"Excellent," the Dominator called 177 said. "Our people have always used biotechnology for almost all our needs. It does have quite a few advantages, naturally, but also one major disadvantage. When technology is grown instead of assembled, the major factor is time. Living things take time to grow. Which can be a hindrance, especially in research and development, when one wants to figure out whether the newest combination of gene sequences one has assembled actually grows into something viable or simply comes out slush. Thus, the creation of the Deeper Well, the crowning achievement of Dominion science."
177 gestured to encompass the entire world around them.
"This planet was discovered to sit on top of a dimensional weak spot, a rupture in the normal fabric of time and space."
"Like BGZTL," Kara muttered, remembering the world that Legionnaire Tinya Wazzo aka Phantom Girl had come from.
"I am not familiar with that world, I fear," 177 said.
"Never mind, you were saying?"
"A side effect of this dimensional rupture is that the entire planet was found to occasionally move out of synch with the rest of the universe. It was random, seemingly without a pattern, but continued research showed that, during these phases, time passed at different speeds on the surface of the planet than it did for the rest of the universe."
Kara nodded, beginning to see where this was headed.
"Your scientists created a way to control these phases," she ventured.
"Exactly," 177 said, exuberant like a teacher delighted at having a brilliant student. "The gravity well generators in orbit trigger the dimensional phase state. Once activated, the entire planet is, for all intents and purposes, removed from our dimension and shunted into a pocket universe. One where time moves at a different pace. It passes far, far quicker than it does for the rest of the universe. Which makes it an ideal laboratory. Start your experiment, phase the planet, come back a day later and see whether it worked or not instead of waiting for weeks and months."
"How much quicker does time move here?" she asked.
"It's not an entirely exact science," he answered. "On average, though, time passes roughly 60 times faster here on Vukar Tag when the phase is active."
Kara closed her eyes, calculating. The Dominators had retreated from Earth roughly six months ago (well, longer for her, but she had been time travelling). If they had taken their genetic samples straight here and started working on them, that meant that they had had... Rao, they had been working on this for nearly 30 years. Brainiac had needed far less time than that to manipulate Cadmus into creating Kona.
It also led to another very important question.
"How long until the Dominators bring the planet out of phase and back into synch with the rest of the universe?"
362 answered that question. "They follow a regular schedule. From the perspective of the outside universe, they bring the planet back out of phase every two standard cycles in order to receive reports on the experiments and resupply the bases."
Roughly 40 hours, Kara translated mentally. "And there is no communication with the outside as long as the phase is active?"
"None at all. We are, for all intents and purposes, in a universe of our own."
Kara nodded. "Which means we have a little more than three months until we have a sky-full of Dominion warships hanging over our heads again."
Getting up, she clenched her fist. "Should be more than enough time for a revolution."
Planet Vukar Tag, 89 days until Phase ends
"I still think you should just smash them," Shamara said, sulking. "What use is being as powerful as you are if you're not doing anything?"
"We ARE doing something," Kara told her, slowly getting fed up with the other woman's rather bloodthirsty attitude. "We are going after the necessary knowledge on how to safely open the cloning tanks and get all the people out of there without killing them."
After a day of brainstorming they had something resembling a plan. 177, the sole scientist among the Sub-Domina, belonged to a dissenting group of intellectuals and scientists that were in opposition to the High Caste and the caste system in general. Many of the Dominion's most advanced thinkers had joined this movement, but such dissention was, of course, not tolerated. So most of these scientists had been seized and exiled to Vukar Tag, where – under threat of torture and worse – they were forced to work on the genetic experiments.
The installation where they worked and remained imprisoned was on the far side of Vukar Tag. A heavily fortified base, guarded by far too many soldiers for the Sub-Domina to risk an assault. Of course they now had a really big gun at their disposal.
"This better work," 477 muttered as they were sitting in the cargo hold of the aircraft they were using for their assault. "We are risking almost our entire force on this."
"Kara-El will do most of the work," 362 replied, sitting next to him, armed with a large rifle. "We are just here to serve as her guide."
"We are now in range of their sensors," another disc-less Dominator called out from the cockpit of the craft.
"Identify yourselves immediately," a garbled voice came over the com system. "Otherwise we will fire upon you!"
"Well, I guess we will see whether our Kryptonian friend is as tough as the High Caste believed her to be."
There was a loud boom from outside and instead of anti-aircraft fire, the only thing filling the sky in front of them was dark smoke.
"She has demolished the defenses and the outer wall," the pilot announced. "Had I blinked, I would have missed it. I will land in the courtyard. There are still a lot of armed soldiers down there, so be careful!"
The ship touched down and Shamara was on her feet immediately, cracking her knuckles. "Finally I get to do something around here!"
She was only half a step out of the ship when she exhaled and projected an intense wave of cold at the Dominion soldiers running towards them. The three soldiers at the front immediately froze into statues and shattered. Those behind them quickly took cover, especially as more members of the Sub-Domina emerged from the ship and opened fire with conventional weapons.
"It's not so much fun if the experiments aren't tied down and sedated, is it?" Shamara screamed as she ran forward, another wave of lethal cold rolling in front of her.
"Shamara, stay in formation!" 362 yelled, ducking under more laser fire.
There was an almighty boom as the central watchtower of the facility collapsed. A moment later a red and blue shape shot across the courtyard and dozens of Dominators suddenly found themselves without any weapons.
"Run, you disc lickers!" Shamara yelled, mowing down two weapon-less soldiers with laser guns. "We're coming for all of you!"
In a blur of movement Kara-El was suddenly next to her, wrenching the guns out of her hands.
"What do you think you are doing?" the Kryptonian snarled at her, grabbing her by the lapels of her overall. "You were supposed to stay with the group and free the prisoners, not shoot unarmed soldiers!"
"Let go of me," Shamara yelled. "You have no idea what these bastards have done to me!"
"This is too important for personal vendettas," she replied.
Shamara opened her mouth to respond, but the sound of a laser blast, followed by a scream, caught her attention instead. The Kryptonian was gone a heartbeat later, moving at super speed once again, and Shamara suddenly stood alone. She looked in the direction of the scream and saw a familiar figure lying on the ground in a puddle of blood.
"No," she whispered.
There were more crashes all around her, but Shamara only saw the lone figure on the ground. To most of her fellow humans, Dominators all looked alike. But Shamara had been here long enough to be able to tell them apart. So she was fully capable of recognizing that it was 477. The Dominator who had pulled her out of the camp she had been born in. The Dominator who had saved her from being dissected in order to improve future generations of Dominion clone slaves. And now he was dead.
Shamara felt cold.
Kara wrenched open the massive cell block doors, causing the Dominators imprisoned inside to flinch back. There were about thirty of them, quite a few sporting visible bruises and barely healed wounds.
"We are here to get you out," she told them. "Come on now, move!"
"Who are you?" one of them asked. A second later his eyes focused on the symbol on her chest. "You! The Kryptonian!"
"Yeah, I am the Kryptonian," she told them. "And I need the help of the smartest minds of the Dominion. I was told that was you. Now, move!"
Finally, they moved.
A few minutes later all the prisoners were outside and the Sub-Dominans began to herd them into their ship. One of the scientists, the apparent leader of the group, stood beside Kara, who was giving him a brief overview of the situation.
"So, are you with us?" Kara asked.
"Against the Durjes who locked us away in this wasteland?" the Dominator growled. "To the death!"
"Okay, we will talk more once we are safely away from here," Kara told him, her eyes travelling to the trembling form of Shamara. She was still standing next to the dead body of 477. Kara walked over to her.
"Did you know him well?" Kara asked.
"He saved me," Shamara whispered, wringing her hands. "And I didn't even think about him. I just couldn't wait to... to make those disc lickers pay."
Tears were rolling down her face and freezing into ice crystals a moment later. Not knowing what else to do, Kara pulled the other woman into her arms, allowing her to sob freely.
Back in the dubious safety of their abandoned base, Kara gave the members of the Sub-Domina time to grieve for their fallen comrade. Sitting down in front of a window that showed the desolate planet outside, she pondered the next steps they would have to take.
One thing that was beginning to worry her were her power levels. So far, her powers seemed to be holding steady, but she had the feeling that she was not quite as fast today as she had been the day before. Maybe 477 would have survived if she had been slightly faster. Or maybe it was just guilt. Either way, she really had to be careful not to waste any energy unnecessarily.
A Dominator sat down beside her. Kara was getting better at telling Dominators apart and quickly recognized him as the leader of the Sub-Domina, 362.
"477 will be deeply missed," he told her. "Especially by Shamara, they were close."
"I figured as much," Kara said. "Are the scientists we freed cooperative?"
362 nodded. "They are very eager to help, actually. Many of them have been imprisoned and forced to work here for a long time. Many of them were hurt badly, some even killed, simply because they protested the vile experiments they were supposed to be working on."
362 leaned back, still looking at her.
"Do you know how much the High Caste was obsessed with you, Kara-El? Normally they would never have condoned a straight-forward invasion of another world, not without first preparing the ground through subterfuge and infiltration."
"So I have been told," Kara said. "I cannot say that I am very comfortable knowing that so many things have happened just because the Dominion learned of my existence."
"How is it that you have found this world, Kara-El?" 362 asked after a pause. "Even among the higher castes its existence is a carefully guarded secret."
"A Dominator told me about it," she replied. "He was trying to stop the civil war in the Elia system. He spoke of peace and freedom from the tyranny of the High Caste."
This caused 362 to look up sharply. "They made it then? We were not sure they had managed to escape."
Kara nodded. "If we are talking about the same Dominators, then yes. It was a small ship, a crew of three."
362 nodded. "Yes, yes! That was them. We managed to smuggle them aboard a scout craft during one of the supply runs. It's the only way on and off this planet. They were supposed to tell others about the madness going on here. Where are they? Are they safe?"
Kara winced at hearing the concern in the Sub-Domina leader's voice. "I am sorry. When we came upon them, they were already under attack. We managed to drive off the attackers, but it was too late. Two of them were already dead and the third one lived just long enough to tell us about Vukar Tag."
362 looked down, clenching his fist. "Even in death the High Caste still causes so much suffering."
"I am sorry about your friends," Kara told him.
"They are not the first, nor will they be the last," he growled, clenching his fists.
"If I may ask," Kara said after a minute of silence, "you seem to know a lot about what the Dominion and the High Caste were up to. You were not just a common foot soldier before you became a resistance fighter, were you?"
362 shook his head. "No, I wasn't. I was a member of the Dominion Security Bureau. A high-level posting, the disc that used to be on my forehead was quite large. It was my function to assess possible threats to the Dominion. I am... not proud of some of the things I did during that time, but it allowed me to come to an epiphany. Namely that the largest threat to the Dominion are we Dominators ourselves."
Kara simply nodded; not sure what else she could do. She had the feeling that 362 had never really had the chance to talk about this with anyone else before.
"The Dominion was not always called the Dominion, you know?" he continued. "At the beginning, when our people first travelled to the stars and encountered other races, we created a union called the Prosperity Sphere. Its intent was for all its member races to be of aid to one another, to cooperate, and make live better for everyone involved."
"What happened then?" Kara asked, wondering how such a noble intent could have gone so wrong.
362 chuckled. "The same things that always go wrong, Kara-El. Corruption. Greed. Individuals who think they are better than others and should be the ones to make all the decisions, do all the thinking, and be the ones who determine what is right. The Castes began as guilds, uniting specialists of various fields, but eventually grew into the rigid system we still suffer under today. And so 'prosperity for all' was replaced by 'dominion over all'. It has led us here, to madness and ruin."
Kara put her hand on his shoulder. "Or maybe it has led us to this time and place so we can change the destiny of your people. Rewrite your place in history. Maybe we have been given the chance to turn the Dominion back into what it once was."
"You are highly optimistic, Kara-El," 362 said. "I am not sure I can share that view of the universe."
"Really?" she asked him. "Then why are you doing this? Why are you rebelling against the system you have grown up in? Why are you trying to fight against the madness you see? Why go to all this effort, especially in this place here where you will grow old while the universe stands still, if you think there is no chance?"
He looked at her, his black eyes shining. "What would the alternative be, Kara-El? I once found ancient texts, hailing from a time when our people still had philosophers and dreamers among them. One passage has always stuck with me. Translated into Interlac, it would be something like: Evil cannot triumph, unless those that see its emergence refrain from acting."
Kara almost chuckled. "Humans, my adopted people, have a similar saying."
"And so we must fight," 362 said. "Even if there is no hope of succeeding. For to do anything less would mean we are part of the madness, that we condone it. And that is something I can never do."
Kara nodded. "I think you have already succeeded far more than you think, my friend. As little as two days ago, I would never have believed that any Dominators would rise up against their leaders and their system. Yet in this short time you have changed my view of the universe, 362. Not only am I proud to fight by your side, I am also quite confident that we can win."
Planet Vukar Tag, 88 days until Phase ends
The next morning they were assembled in the room Kara had come to think of as their command center. 362 was sitting in his usual place, looking grim and determined. The chair where 477 had sat the last time Kara had been here now stood empty. Shamara was sitting in the next chair, a far cry from the defiant, angry-looking woman she had been yesterday. Additionally, 177 was present and standing next to the leader of the scientist group they had freed yesterday. The scientist had accepted the number 556 as a designation to make things easier for everyone involved.
"Okay, we already knew that there are more than 20 installations across the planet," 362 began, "where the disc lickers are keeping their human experiments imprisoned and perform further tests on them. Thanks to 556, however, we now know which of the two are the most important ones. Camp 7, which Kara-El attacked upon her arrival on the planet, is the main cloning facility. It is there that the new humans are bred.
"The other one is camp 4, which houses the experiments deemed the greatest successes so far, meaning those human clones who display stable superpowers."
"Those are our primary targets then," Kara nodded. "We need to build up two different squads and hit them at the same time."
362 looked at Shamara. "You will lead the squad attacking camp 4, Shamara."
She looked up sharply. "Me? Are you crazy? After I... I don't..."
"477 broke you out of camp 4," 362 told her sternly. "Which means you know the place. Not to mention that you are human and those prisoners you will free are far more likely to trust a human face than one of ours."
"And you know what is at stake, Shamara," Kara added. "We think you have learned that this is not a game. So, are you the woman for the job?"
Finally Shamara nodded. "Yeah, okay. I'll do it!"
"Good," Kara said. "I will be assisting on both raids, but my main job will be in camp 7." She turned to look at the scientists in the room. "Because 177 and 556 will teach me how to save those humans still in the cloning tanks!"
End Chapter 105
Author's Note: I hope this chapter isn't too exposition-heavy, but there is a lot of stuff going on and Kara has to pick up things at breakneck speed if she wants to help save as many people as possible. Shamara, 362, and 556 are canon characters who appeared in the Legion of Super-Heroes Annual 2 from 1991, though I'm changing them up quite a bit (362 was actually a female Dominator with large earrings, large boobs, and wearing nothing but a tied-up T-shirt and a thong for most of her appearance, if you can believe it).