Chapter 106: Give Me Liberty
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Planet Vukar Tag, 87 days until Phase ends
Kara looked around the laboratory complex 556 had led them to. It was in relatively close vicinity to the base where the scientists had been imprisoned, but still separate. It also looked like it hadn't been in use for months, if not years. A lot of dust had accumulated on every surface and some of the biological components of the technology looked like they were starting to rot.
"This used to be your old lab?" Kara asked.
"Indeed," 556 answered, brushing some dust from a control panel. "When I first came to Vukar Tag more than 25 solar cycles ago," which meant just a few months in the outside universe, Kara knew, "I was somewhat more enthusiastic about the research we were supposed to do. At the time I believed it to be beneficial in nature, that we would apply what we had learned about the human and Kryptonian genomes to better our own species, eradicate gene defects, the like."
Kara nodded. "And then you learned better."
"Indeed. By that time, though, I had sadly already proven that I was quite proficient at my tasks, and I was forced to continue, whether I wanted to or not. Seeing as I could no longer be trusted to operate without strict supervision, they closed down this old laboratory and had me working in the main complex with all the others."
He was starting to power up some of the machinery, none of which really made any sense to Kara. Dominator biotechnology still baffled her.
"They really just left all this equipment here?" she wondered.
"Not a surprise, my friend," he replied, even as the screens in front of him lit up. "In the Dominion, the sciences are viewed as the burden of the lesser castes. The upper castes actually pride themselves on NOT knowing what all this equipment does."
Not for the first time Kara could only shake her head in despair in the face of so much stupidity and arrogance permeating the universe. Sadly it was not a trait exclusive to the Dominators. She distinctly remembered the great and venerable science council of Krypton, who had become so reliant on Brainiac that none of them had even bothered to look at any data themselves anymore. There were also still quite a few groups on Earth who regarded all scientists as evil heathens who should burn in hell.
"Well, at the very least that gives us an advantage to use then," she finally said.
"Indeed it should," 556 agreed. "Sadly a soldier does not need to understand how exactly a laser rifle works in order to kill you with it."
That was a sad truth as well, yes.
"Well, we are not here to talk about the follies of my people, are we?" 556 said, gesturing to the chair beside him. "Shall we?"
Sitting down beside 556, Kara received her first lesson in how Dominator gene splicing and cloning technology worked.
Planet Vukar Tag, 84 days until Phase ends
A small flotilla of attack craft was approaching camp 7, the very same installation Kara had attacked on her first day here. She had liberated most of the prisoners then (some of them even now among the ranks of the Sub-Domina attack force), but the cloning pillar was still there, still churning out newly grown human beings in regular intervals. That would change today.
"Camp 7 dead ahead," 362 called over the com. "Looks like they replaced the sentry cannons."
"Well, they need not have bothered," Kara replied, zooming ahead of the other craft.
"Remember," 362 instructed his fighters. "Once Kara-El takes out the fixed and automated defenses, we will be on our own. She will head over to camp 4 to do the same for Shamara's strike force and then return here to enter the complex, shut down the cloning pillar, and liberate the humans still inside it. So be on your guard, everyone! This will not be as easy as our last mission."
A red and blue blur struck the outer defenses of the installation, demolishing them within a matter of seconds. A few of the defenders got off shots, two or three even hit their targets, but Kara ignored them. She crashed through walls and stood in the heart of the complex' defense command center a moment later. A Dominator was in the process of targeting the incoming ships with missiles, so she simply wrenched him out of his seat and knocked him out with a (relatively) gentle pat on the head. A burst of heat vision later and the controls of the defense systems were so much molten slush.
"Automated defenses are down," Kara reported in over her com. "I am heading over to camp 4!"
"Understood!"
It went against the grain for Kara to simply leave an ongoing battle, especially with so many Dominion soldiers still about, but she had long resolved that this was not a campaign she could win all by herself. Despite her speed and strength, she could not be in multiple places at once. Besides, the Sub-Dominans were eager to strike back at the caste system that had suppressed them for so long. They would not have agreed to sit on the sidelines no matter what.
Accelerating to super-sonic speed, she quickly bridged the many miles separating camp 7 from camp 4 and arrived in the midst of a second ongoing battle.
"About time you got here," Shamara told her over the com.
"You are ahead of schedule," Kara told her, even as she used her own body as a missile and crashed through a number of large auto cannons protecting the camp's perimeter, all of which were busy firing at both the approaching ships and... the inside of the camp?
"Yeah, but there are extenuating circumstances," Shamara replied. "We got reports that a prison revolt was already in progress in camp 4."
Sweeping the place with her supervision, Kara saw that Shamara was right. Dozens of humans, many of them displaying some form of superpower, were fighting against Dominion soldiers inside the walled courtyard. She saw a man projecting cold like Shamara did, another clearly wielded super strengths, and a woman with an extra pair of arms was enthusiastically beating on a Dominion guard.
Quite a few bodies, both human and Dominator, already littered the ground. Damn it!
"Do we have an insider who started this?" Kara asked, even as she streaked forward and disarmed as many soldiers as she could in one swoop.
"Surprisingly not," Shamara called back, her ship landing outside the shattered walls. "Apparently word reached them that someone was kicking the disc lickers all over the planet and they wanted a part of the action."
Kara spent but another minute in the place, making sure that the Dominators did not have any large weapons or other lethal surprises remaining, then sped off towards the horizon again, leaving the rest to Shamara and her people. From the looks of things, they had it well in hand.
The battle at camp 7 was still going on, of course. Several of the resistance ships had landed and disgorged troops, a curious mixture of liberated humans and disc-less Dominators. The garrison had lost its automated defenses, but there were still quite a few soldiers running about, all of them armed. The fighting was stiff.
Kara made another sweep across the grounds, knocking down several dozen soldiers and destroying their weapons, but then she made her way inside the main complex, leaving the battle behind. A moment later she once again stood before the vast cloning pillar. The massive machine looked every bit as abominable as it had the first time. This time, though, she knew what to do to shut it down.
A single Dominator was still present, a soldier, and he was shouting into his com unit. "Control center, please respond! The auto defenses are offline! Intruders are in the building! What are my orders?"
Kara stepped into his line of sight, causing him to point his gun at her. His arm was shaking badly.
"At ease, soldier!" she told him, speaking the Dominator language she had learned over the past few days, though with a no doubt atrocious accent. "I will be taking over from here on out."
"Ha…halt!" the soldier said as she approached the control panel. "You cannot... I mean... I must..."
Kara looked at the Dominator, who was quite obviously scared out of his mind. She could have disarmed him before he could even blink, of course, but maybe there was another way.
"I am going to put an end to this, soldier," she told the Dominator, slowly turning away from him to start on the controls. "With or without your cooperation. But tell me, do you think that THIS," she pointed towards the vast cloning tank, "is right?"
The Dominator hesitated for a long moment, but then lowered his gun. "No! No, this... this is madness. The Superiors... they're sick!"
"Then kindly leave me to righten this wrong!" she said, turning away from him to focus on the controls. "Guard the entrance!"
The Dominator hesitated a moment longer, then finally nodded and did as he was told.
Kara put him out of her mind and started on the controls. 556 had gone over this with her several times in simulations. Each chamber on the vast pillar needed to be opened individually, preferably in order of maturity of the subject inside. The almost-grown humans were near the bottom. In those cases, she needed to do little more than just drain the chamber in question of the suspension fluid and then open it up. In bursts of super speed she got each of them out and gently put them down on the chamber's floor. They would need some time to awaken, 556 had said, which suited Kara just fine.
Then the harder work began. Those humans not yet fully grown needed more specialized attention, as Kara had to check whether they were matured enough to live outside their chambers without outside aid. It did not help that very few of them were alike. The Dominators had clearly run a lot of different experiments simultaneously. Some of them were in perfect health, just not matured into adulthood yet. Others required healing devices, which the room thankfully contained. Kara hooked up quite a few of them, hoping that the Dominator-designed medical tools would do their jobs properly.
Within twenty minutes she was arriving at the children. Some several years old, still others just a few months developed. 556 had told her what to do in these cases, too. The older children could be safely released, but the infants needed to stay in the cloning tanks for now. Kara just made sure to turn off those parts of the tanks that pumped further mutating agents into the fluid or bombarded them with radiation, restricting them to simply making sure the children inside remained whole and healthy.
And then, finally, there were those where the experiments had clearly failed. Humans of all ages who had mutated in strange, grotesque ways. Kara could see cancerous growths covering bodies, could see where organs had changed to the point that they were useless for survival, and she could feel pure rage simmering inside her. The Dominators clearly did not care that all of these, their experiments, were living beings. Those that lived and were of use would be decanted and taken to the camps. Those that didn't... well, maybe they would still be of use on the dissecting table.
556 had told her how to handle these cases as well. These humans would not survive outside the tanks. The only "life" they had to look forward to was further exploitation by the Dominators as raw material for further experiments. So 556 had instructed her to terminate any subjects in such a hopeless condition.
Her finger hovered over the necessary buttons, but Kara finally withdrew her hand, clenching it into a fist.
"Please forgive me," she muttered, a tear running down her cheek. "I cannot do it!"
"Where is Kara-El?" 362 yelled as their aircraft was pummeled by enemy fire. "She should have been back by now!"
"Must be complications at the tanks… LOOK OUT!"
A group of Dominator soldiers had brought out shoulder-mounted anti-aircraft cannons and were using them with unfortunate proficiency With a mighty screech the command craft went down, everyone inside holding on for dear life.
"Grab your weapons, everyone," 362 ordered, back on his feet a moment later. "If we are going to the Pit, we shall take all these Durjes with us!"
Soldiers were swarming around the downed craft like locusts and blaster fire quickly took its toll on both sides. Several of the other ships tried to come to their aid, but they were under fire themselves. As the two fighters beside him fell to the ground, 362 was certain that this was going to be it.
A soldier tackled him to the ground, 362's gun flying off somewhere he couldn't see. He could very well see the gun pointing at his face, though. So, this was how he would die then. Well, he had given it a good go. The revolution would continue, with or without him.
Only it did not happen because suddenly the soldier's gun was wrenched out of his grasp by some kind of invisible force. Overcoming his surprise, 362 quickly kicked his opponent off and looked around, trying to find out what had saved him.
"Somebody help me," one of the human fighters in their group cried, a young man called Erin.
Dominators did not have eyebrows, but if they had, 362's would have hit his non-existent hairline by now. Erin was holding out one of his hands and the air positively rippled around it, even as several dozen handguns and other assorted of pieces of metal were orbiting around him. "I don't know how to make it stop!"
"He is emitting strong magnetic waves," 177 said, looking at the (entirely biological) sensor he carried on his wrist. "Amazing!"
"Be amazed later," 362 said, launching himself into one of the confused soldiers. "Once we have managed not to die here today!"
Several hours later the battle was finally over, and the captured Dominion soldiers were being corralled into one of the cell blocks they had previously guarded. Kara stood beside 362 and 177, looking at the long procession of prisoners, as well as the even larger number of liberated prisoners, resistance fighters, and freed experimental subjects mingling around them. The assault had been a complete success. Nevertheless, there had been casualties.
"Shamara's attack has been successful as well," 177 told the two people who were, for all intents and purposes, now co-leaders of this revolution. "She reports that a large number of super-powered individuals were leading a prison revolt and that they are eagerly signing up with our resistance forces."
362 chuckled. "Well, if they are anything like Shamara or that Erin boy, we can certainly use more of them on our side."
"We need to have this planet fully under our control by the time the phase ends," Kara said, still looking quite grim from her experiences in the cloning chamber. "Otherwise whatever we have accomplished here will be destroyed by orbital bombardment."
"Well, today was a very good start," 362 remarked.
Kara turned to look at 177. "What about... in the chamber..."
The old Dominator scientist sighed, knowing very well what Kara was talking about. "I am very sorry, Kara-El. I have looked them over with 556, but there is nothing to be done for them. We can only give them peace now."
Kara nodded, her eyes burning with unshed tears. Over 300 people had been enclosed in those cloning tanks. She had saved most of them, but she only saw the faces of the twenty-seven people that could not be saved. The mutations the Dominators had forced upon them, the unstable genetic sequences from which they had been grown... there was nothing to be done. They had never had a chance.
"I can...," 177 began.
"No," Kara cut him off. "I will do it."
The unshed tears sizzled as her eyes turned red and she walked back into the dreaded building to be merciful.
Kandor, New Krypton, 1,000 years in the future
"The power of Kara-El," the teacher explained to her students, "combined with the abilities of the liberated experimental subjects, proved formidable. The 'revolution', as it was called by then, quickly gained momentum."
She pointed towards the screen, which showed an animated map of the planet Vukar Tag. Dominator loyalists were green dots, while the forces belonging to the Sub-Domina were colored blue.
"We have no detailed records, of course," the teacher continued, "as to how many Dominators actually lived on Vukar Tag at the time, but the numbers certainly neared a million. A massive work force, a huge garrison, scientists, technicians, and everyone else whom you need to keep what was basically a colony world running smoothly, especially one that was totally cut off from any outside resources and support for months on end.
"This population, mainly composed of Dominion lower and middle caste members who had never asked to be stationed on this dismal planet, quickly grew sympathetic towards the rebels and their cause. Within a number of weeks, the rebels outnumbered the loyalist troops."
"Couldn't Kara-El have done most of that herself, given her powers?" one of her students asked.
"Possibly, but what happened on Vukar Tag was more than merely a mission to rescue some prisoners or demolish a Dominion power base. Many years after these events the Elian scientist once known as Dominator 177 described those months on Vukar Tag as 'the Battle for the Soul of Elia'. It was not just about saving the humans that the Dominators had created in their cloning tanks or preventing the Dominion from growing themselves an army of super-powered beings. It was also about the future of the Elian species and whether or not they would be able to throw off the shackles of the caste system."
The teacher turned back to the screen. "Both loyalist and resistance fighters knew that there was a ticking clock hanging above them all, as the strange planet Vukar Tag spun closer and closer to realigning with the rest of the universe. Loyalist forces grew weaker, but increasingly focused on delaying tactics, trying to ensure that there would be enough of them left to contact the guardian fleet in orbit once the phase ended. The resistance, of course, was eager to ensure that, come that day, no one would be able to warn the fleet about what had occurred on the planet during the phase.
"As the days counted down, there was no doubt little time for rest or relaxation for any of the parties involved."
Planet Vukar Tag, 57 days until Phase ends
"Can't sleep?"
Kara looked up, wrenched from her thoughts. Shamara had entered the room, a cup of something rather similar to coffee in her hand. Kara stretched where she sat on the couch, the desolate landscape of Vukar Tag visible through the large viewing window before her.
"I do not require that much sleep," Kara replied, gesturing for Shamara to sit down. "I am trying to absorb as much sunlight as I can in this place to keep my powers working."
By now Kara had figured out that, despite being out of phase with the rest of the universe, Vukar Tag was not actually physically removed from its orbit around its sun. If it were, the planet would simply drift off into deep space, not being subject to any gravitational forces every time it went into phase. No, the light and gravity of its parent star still reached the planet, though in a distorted way due to the dimensional shift. Otherwise the planet would be hanging in frozen darkness and Kara would have long since run out of power.
That did not mean, of course, that the sunlight that did trickle through the dimensional phase was anywhere near as potent as it usually was. The fact that the planet was shrouded in constant purple twilight was testament to that.
"Yes, you did mention your powers are solar-charged. How are they holding up?"
Kara shrugged. "Well, those Dominators who tried to blow up camp 7 with that fusion bomb last week actually did me a favor. The bomb's radiation output was close to solar rays. When I carried it beyond the atmosphere, catching the edge of the explosion actually gave me a bit of a recharge. I would say I am at about 70 percent of my normal strength. I should be back to full steam within another week if I am not needed for another huge battle."
"Well, we have quite the number of super powered fighters by now and the disc lickers are mostly running scared," Shamara told her. "Should be okay for you to take some time off to recharge, Kara-El."
Kara smiled. "I told you before, just 'Kara' is fine."
Shamara smiled back. "I am still trying to get used to how it works with names. It's new for me."
"Where did you get the name 'Shamara' from, anyway?" Kara asked, leaning back. "I doubt the Sub-Dominans came up with it."
"No, they wanted to give me a number, too," Shamara told her, chuckling. "Thankfully there was a Talokan merchant here some years back when I first escaped from the camp. His name was Lustig."
"The Dominators allow traders onto this planet?" Kara asked.
"They kind of have to," Shamara said. "We might only get supply runs every few months here by our reckoning, but for the Dominators outside the phase it means they have to bring in a massive amount of supplies every two days. That's a lot of stuff, for which they need a lot of ships. The Talokans are one of many races that have been annexed by the Dominion and they are stuck with 'lower-caste-work' like that."
Kara nodded, that made sense. She had not really thought much about it, but with nothing growing on Vukar Tag and very little in the way of local water, the supply chain to keep every base on this world fed and watered would have to be enormous, especially given the time distortion.
"Lustig named you then?" she asked, getting back on track.
"Yes. He figured it was fine for Dominators to give themselves numbers, but he wanted to give all the humans who were with us back then 'proper' names, as he called it. Apparently 'Shamara' is a name from Talokan mythology, referring to some kind of ice goddess or something like that. To be honest, I didn't really pay much attention to his stories. Back then I was mostly focusing on not accidentally freezing everyone around me."
Kara looked at Shamara, seeing the tiny ice crystals constantly forming and melting again on every patch of visible skin.
"You do seem to have better control of your powers by now," Kara said. "I have only seen you freeze people on purpose so far."
To be honest she was not really comfortable with how casually many of the fighters of the Sub-Domina dished out death to their enemies, but as long as it was in the midst of battle, she held her tongue. She only spoke up when it came to the treatment of prisoners and those who had surrendered or were no longer capable of fighting.
"I still need to be careful," Shamara told her. "I can control how much cold I am projecting, but when someone touches me, it's still like sticking your hand into liquid nitrogen."
Kara narrowed her eyes a bit. "Shamara, have you ever... I mean... can you touch other people? For comfort, I mean?"
Shamara gave her a puzzled look. "For comfort? What do you mean?"
Kara sighed, her suspicions confirmed. Shamara had been born in a cloning tank, much like Kona. She remembered how clingy her daughter had been once she had overcome her initial reluctance, how starved for physical comfort she had been. Shamara, it seemed, had never experienced that. Her powers were clearly a hindrance as well, but she had not really seen the Dominators initiate much in the way of physical affection, either.
"Like this," Kara finally said, scooting closer and wrapping her arms around Shamara.
"No, don't! My powers!" Shamara protested. Where their skin touched, Kara felt a chill, but it did not hurt her. Her powers were keeping her safe.
"You cannot hurt me, do not worry," Kara told her, hugging her carefully.
At first Shamara froze, no pun intended, clearly not knowing what to do in a situation like this. Once it became clear, though, that Kara would neither freeze to death, nor let go of her anytime soon, the young woman began to slowly relax in the embrace.
"This... this is something humans do?" she asked in a small voice.
"Not just humans," Kara told her. "Seeking physical comfort is actually quite common among many races. The Dominators seem to be an exception to that."
Shamara fell quiet for a while. "It feels... nice," she said eventually.
Even as Shamara settled into her embrace, Kara's thoughts were running a mile a minute. This was something she should have seen coming, really. All the humans here on Vukar Tag had been grown in cloning tanks, not born. Which meant none of them knew much about normal human behavior. She almost laughed. Would she have to give all of them the talk? Well, who else could?
Looking down at the woman in her arms, this led to another uncomfortable thought. In the vision of the future she had experienced in Kandor, Shamara had kissed her at the end of a victorious battle. Kissed her and called her 'darling'. Thus she had considered the possibility that, at some point during their exile on this planet, Shamara and she would become... closer. The woman was attractive, no doubt, and few things brought people together quicker than fighting side by side. A part of Kara had actually started to look forward to it happening, if she was honest with herself.
Now, though, she had to consider the notion that Shamara, despite her adult appearance, was really just a child on an emotional level. Could she really start some sort of relationship, however brief, with someone who – in some ways – was younger than her own daughter?
Then she noticed that Shamara had fallen asleep in her arms. Well, it seemed she had some time to think about this.
Planet Vukar Tag, 41 days until Phase ends
Two days ago Kara had led the combined forces of the Sub-Domina and the liberated human prisoners into battle, defeating the largest concentration of loyalist troops remaining on Vukar Tag. The battle had been long and fierce, given that the Dominators now resorted to hit and run tactics, but in the end the resistance had won, effectively reducing the loyalist Dominator presence on Vukar Tag to a handful of scattered guerilla groups.
Today Kara had given a large group of human beings who had emerged fully grown from cloning tanks instead of having a normal human childhood a crash course in human behavior. Including lessons about physical relationships and normal human procreation.
At this point, she was unsure which activity had been more draining. And she was not one step closer to figuring out what to do about Shamara, either.
Planet Vukar Tag, 27 days until Phase ends
A planet was a pretty large place, Kara realized, even for someone possessing super speed and highly enhanced senses. Finding the last remnants of the Dominion loyalist forces, now that they had gone underground (both metaphorically and literally), was proving to be much, much harder than defeating them in outright battle.
She had spent the last three days circling the planet and trying to locate any and all loyalist holdouts. She had found several, so it had not been an entirely wasted effort, but she was sure that there were yet more out there.
Still, she needed a break. Flying non-stop for three days and straining all her super senses was bound to tire her out even under the best of circumstances. Given the lackluster sunlight on Vukar Tag, she was dead on her feet.
Stumbling into the living area of the resistance's main base, it took her almost a minute to notice that she was not alone. Shamara was there, standing in the closest thing they had to a kitchen, and was already in the process of handing her a cup.
"Here! You look like you need it," the woman said.
"Thank you," Kara replied, eagerly sipping coffee-like drink. "Still hot. I see your control over your powers has improved again."
Shamara chuckled. "Well, I was getting tired of cold drinks, you know?"
The two women had grown closer over the last few weeks, but Kara had refrained from allowing anything further than a few cuddle sessions to happen, no matter how much she, too, longed for some physical comfort. The future flashes they had experienced in Kandor were not set in stone, she reminded herself. J'Onn had seen his come true, sure, and Bruce's would probably come to pass, but Sinestro's vision had been averted when he had rejected the Ring of Fear.
"Get some rest, darling," Shamara told her. "You are swaying."
Kara nodded, heading towards her sleeping quarters. It was only when she was about to doze off that she noticed that Shamara had called her 'darling'.
Planet Vukar Tag, 19 days until Phase ends
"We need to make plans for the end of the phase," Kara told the assembled leadership of the Sub-Domina. "I did not get a solid count when I first approached this world, but by my estimate there are at least 120 warships in orbit. Some of them may have moved off by the time we are back in sync with the rest of the universe, but I would not want to count on it."
"It is standard procedure for the watch fleet to keep their weapons trained on the planetary surface," 362 told her. "In case that... well... something like this happens." He gestured to encompass them all. "If someone lets them know what's going on before we can get to them, they will open fire without hesitation"
"I cannot take out all those ships all by myself," Kara said, "and while we have captured a number of space-worthy craft from the loyalist troops, none of them are capable of taking on even a single warship. We need a plan!"
"Two plans, actually," 177 interjected. "One if the watch fleet is warned by some of the remaining loyalists and one if we can actually take them by surprise."
They talked long into the night – or what passed for a night on Vukar Tag during the phase – until they had hammered out some possible alternatives to start working on. Heading back to their quarters for rest, Shamara walked beside Kara.
"Not long now until this is over, one way or another," Shamara said. "Looking forward to seeing your family again?"
Kara had told her about Clark, Kona, Sandy, and her parents back on Earth. The entire concept of family was still something new for the humans here on Vukar Tag and Shamara had eagerly listened to everything she had said. Not for the first time Kara was trying to figure out how these people would possibly be able to integrate on Earth once this was all over.
Arriving at Kara's quarters, Shamara turned towards her.
"Good night, darling. See you in the morning."
Then she leaned forward and kissed Kara's cheek before walking away.
"Rao, give me strength," Kara muttered, heading into her quarters.
Planet Vukar Tag, 12 days until Phase ends
The preparations for the day Vukar Tag would realign with the rest of the universe were at a fever pitch. Every weapon to be found on the planet was gathered and put into the hands of a someone capable of using it. Entire bases were cannibalized in order to make as many ships space worthy as possible. Humans and Dominators alike trained every day, the humans putting special emphasis on the special powers many of them were developing.
Kara was everywhere, barely resting, training with the troops, conferring with the scientists, and trying to come up with alternative plans just in case everything went wrong. She needed to get everything done as soon as possible, so she could spend the last few days simply resting up and absorbing whatever solar energy she could get her hands on. It was starting to really wear her down.
When she returned to her quarters that evening – tired, homesick, anxious, and sexually frustrated – Shamara was standing at her door.
"Can we talk?" she asked.
Kara nodded and gestured for her to join her inside.
Planet Vukar Tag, 0 days until Phase ends
Kara watched as the empty skies of Vukar Tag suddenly changed. The sun appeared, shining brightly down onto the surface, and Kara's supervision could easily make out the hundreds of warships hanging in orbit over the planet.
"Time to launch," she announced.
End Chapter 106
Author's Note: Sorry this part took so long, but I was swamped with work and my muse was somewhat uncooperative, especially regarding the parts with Kara and Shamara. Looking back, I'd kind of wish I hadn't written that kiss into Kara's flash-forward in chapter 50, but what can you do? Hope you enjoyed Kara's ongoing revolution nevertheless and we have one more part to go to bring this particular storyline to a close.
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