A/N: Still ironing some kinks out with this story, so I don't have a timeframe for regular updates. However, I've got this chapter for you! Enjoy :D

The day began like most did for Kara. She woke up, had a cigarette, showered and then was off into The Zoma. She had already gained a reputation as one of the best mercs around at the moment, so there was no need for her to go around begging for work. Fixers hit her up regularly with contracts and offers, and when she had the patience to do so, she'd go through them and pick whichever she was most willing to do. She had that luxury given how much money she had in her financials by this point. Having done two jobs over the past four days, she was in no rush to leap into another one. Some time off sounded good to her, of which the days would be mostly wasted away in bars while the nights would be spent in bed with Athena.

She walked into The Zoma at around Sadostian midday. It was far less busy than late night and held a rather sincere atmosphere with the few passive guests that were present at this time. Zax acted quickly to get the place cleaned up after last night's debacle and mostly everything seemed to be in order… apart from missing furniture and a worker in the far corner of the room still scrubbing blood stains off the far wall. Zax noticed her immediately as she walked in, having already poured her usual morning drink that something analogous to rum.

"Got everything cleaned up quickly," Kara remarked as she took a seat on her stool.

"Yep. Surprised you remember what even happened," he chuckled, sliding the drink and an ashtray towards her in one move.

"Not all of it. Mind reminding me?" Kara requested before taking a sip of the drink. She lit a cigarette as he began explaining.

"You barged your way in, took a seat right there and ordered a Slingshot while ignoring their death threats. Main man felt disrespected because you got in his face and then you killed them all after he said something you didn't like."

That was the one thing Kara fully remembered. The prick's threat of rape was what set her off, and even though she remembered, she somewhat appreciated that Zax had the decency to not be specific about it. She knew just from the way that Greenbeard said it that she wouldn't have been his first victim, and she took joy in knowing that he would never have the chance to even attempt to force himself on another person ever again.

"Hmm," Kara hummed as she took a long drag on the cig, "Sorry about that," she said, gesturing to the worker scrubbing away at the bloodstains.

Zax waved her apology off, "Don't worry about it. I was more angry about the tables and chairs you broke, but you made up for that with a hefty recompensation."

"Don't spend it all on that. Get Elz something nice… and get me a refill," Kara said before downing whatever was left in her glass.

"Already ahead of you on both those things," he replied with a smile, placing another glass in front of her.

Most of the cities of planets she'd been to, including Earth, had some form of a customs and immigration process as soon as you entered the atmosphere. Usually, you'd receive a transmission from someone, other times you'd be confronted by other aircrafts. The former was the case for Ellis Reed's spaceship as she entered Zuestea. The substandard universal translator she carried with her now had proved useful, a rarity during her intergalactic travels. After explaining that her visit would only be a few days at most, she was given coordinates to the area where she was told she'd be able to store her vehicle until it was time to leave. Her jaw almost dropped when she was told the price that came along with a parking bay, but she nonetheless agreed to pay the amount on landing. After all, this was the final stop of her long journey.

When she was a child, Ellis would often look up to the starry night and gaze in amazement upon the cosmos. As a child of the 22nd century, however, there was no curiosity or inquisitiveness about what it was like out there or what life possibly existed beyond Earth. The existence of extraterrestrials had been confirmed more than 100 years before she had been born. "Human" society in some places on Earth was almost barely that. Europe and parts of Africa were where aliens were generally most welcome and well-assimilated into civilisation. Where she was from, that was far from the case. Metahumans, like herself, and aliens lived as second-rate citizens.

A normal job was never in the cards for her, but one would have never suited her rebel heart anyway. She couldn't sit by as one man sat atop the throne, doing everything in his power to make the life of 'supers' hell. The meta gene hadn't manifested in her older sister, Cody, but she was always there right beside Ellis in her fight. In fact, Cody was the more defiant one of the two, having gotten herself and Ellis into several precarious situations over the years that could have been avoided. Ellis never begrudged her for that, because there was always a reward at the end of it. Whether it was money, tech or just a huge middle finger to the corporations, it always made the hassle worth it.

Depending on where you were in the United States, you would have grown up with different interpretations of the history of enhanced beings on Earth. You could expect to see different opinions on what they meant to human society, ranging from disavowed saints to treacherous invaders. For Ellis, she'd been taught the latter in school. If you were a smart kid, you could see right through the agenda and find fairer interpretations of history elsewhere. For her, everything she believed was what her parents told her, and she knew she could believe their every word because of their lineage. Her bloodline was linked to a man who was inarguably one of the most influential humans in American history. She was enough generations removed from him to not feel immense pressure to live up to his legend, but sometimes, it did creep in.

Five months ago, the total amount of planets she'd set foot on was just one. Now, as she stepped onto Sadostian soil? Seven. Tracking someone she'd never met who was somewhere thousands of light years away was never going to be easy. The feeling of a strong magnetic pull towards a certain direction was almost entirely non-existent when she first set off on her journey. It was more like a thin string unnoticeably pulling her in one not-so-specific direction. That thin string tugged harder and harder as she ventured deeper into the cosmos, leading her to several different planets along the way.

Tracking someone was never an exact science, it was more like she was guided to a general area of where they were, and sometimes places where they had previously been. The glasses in the inner pocket of her jacket were a help in that regard. Similar to vibers, having an object that belonged to the person she was tracking aided her sense of direction. Other than that, all she had was an old picture, of which all but two of the aliens she'd spoken to recognised the person in it.

The last person she showed it to told her that she might find who she was looking for in Zuestea, the capital of Sadostia. With the magnetic pull dragging her in that direction stronger than it had ever been before, she realised this was where her journey could finally end. She roamed the streets of Zuestea and having now visited several alien civilisations, the wonder had long since worn off. It was quite surprising for her to find the similarities in infrastructural design between planets. Customs, politics, cultures and inhabitants almost always vastly differed from Earth, but she had visited more places that looked similar to Earth than completely different.

She knew by this point in her voyage that the best places to ask around were places of common social interaction such as clubs and bars, but the first two of each brought no intel. The third bar brought luck.

"Is there a fixer around?" Ellis asked, stepping towards the bartender.

"You must be new around here," he responded, to which she simply nodded, "What's your business? Looking for work or something else?"

"Looking for someone. A merc, she's an old friend. Just trying to find her and catch up."

"You don't look old enough to have old friends," the bartender cackled, "Who is she?"

Ellis held up the photo for him, with his eyes immediately flaring upon seeing the long-haired blonde in a red and blue suit, "Holy shit! You ain't lying, 'cause she looks way different here. Dresses a lot better now though."

"You know her?"

"Nah, but she was just here last night, nearly drank everything off this counter behind me."

"You wouldn't happen to know where I could find her? Where she usually hangs out, or anything?"

"Don't have a clue. Sorry, kid."

A voice boomed from the top floor above them, "She spends a lot of time at The Zoma."

Ellis raised her head, spotting the man leaning against the railing of the floor above them. Dressed formally with neatly kept hair and a long grey beard, she assumed he was the fixer that ran the joint, "The what now?"

"The Zoma. It's another bar not too far from here."

"How do I get there?"

The bartender replied, "Take a left once you're outta here. Straight walk until you see a little orange weapons joint on the corner, then take another left. Straight walk again, you'll find it eventually."

Hopelessly out of her element and not keen to make demands, Ellis decided that the somewhat vague information was enough, "Okay, great. Thank you!" she shouted to the man above them. She hastily made her way towards the exit, but just before she could step out, he spoke once again.

"If you're lying and are actually planning to pick a fight with her, don't even think about it. She'll splatter your brains across the floor before you even think of making your first move."

"Noted," Ellis responded with a purse of her lips, realising that the stories her parents told her perhaps were no longer true.

For the sixth time this morning, Zax refilled Kara's glass to the brim. Six to eight glasses were usually her cap in the mornings, not because she was getting too intoxicated, but usually because she just grew bored. She'd often return in the evening after an easy day's work for a few more drinks and then be on her way again. That was the general cycle, with a day or two sprinkled in between where she drank the entire district dry trying to get drunk. Rinse and repeat. He figured that in her line of work, that was one of the few ways that she could truly handle the stresses and aches that came with it.

Over the years, Zax had seen a variety of different beings walk into his joint. With just a glance, he could tell if they belonged or were out of place. The next customer that walked in was exactly the latter. If there was such a thing as age restriction on alcohol in Zadostia, she looked like she might not make it. He knew that looks were extremely deceiving, but everything from her body language, clothes and inquisitive facial expression signalled to him that she was on the younger side of things. He watched her gaze wonder, scanning the bar as if she was looking for someone until she fixated in his general direction. More specifically, on the person sitting just right in front of him.

"I think that girl is looking for you," Zax murmured to Kara, prompting her to turn around for a quick look. The young girl was almost stuck to the ground, staring with wide eyes at Kara.

"Fuck, I hope not," Kara replied, before downing her drink. He took one last long drag on her cig before putting it out in the ashtray and rising to her feet.

"Don't worry about money," Zax said, stopping her before she could pull out her transaction chip, "All on the house for last night."

Kara scoffed, "Yeah, right."

"I'm serious. You plug that chip in and I won't serve you for two weeks."

"There's plenty of other places I can drink."

"None of them know how to make your favourite cocktail, do they?" Zax replied, smirking.

Kara conceded defeat, but not before issuing a jovial warning, "You know I'll get this money to you someday."

She turned around to be on her way then, momentarily making eye contact with the frozen girl before averting her gaze. She still seemed shell-shocked at the sight of Kara, which greatly unnerved her. That meant she must know or have known Kara in some way for some reason, of which Kara thought was more than likely not good. It all seemed like a giant red flag, and so she sped up her stride and shifted her direction to avoid her. She was about to pass her and be out the door, but the girl stepped in front of her, blocking her path. Kara attempted to manoeuvre around her again, only to be blocked once more.

"Can I help you with something?" Kara asked with more politeness in her voice than she usually ever had if someone got in her way.

Ellis Reed stuttered through her words, "Oh my god… You're…"

Multiple warning signs flashed in front of Kara. She could tell that her translator hadn't been activated, meaning that the girl in front of her was actually speaking English. That meant that she was definitely from Earth, which meant that she probably had an idea of who Kara really was. And so, for the first time in years, a living, breathing reminder of her past life that she was constantly trying to escape was right in front of her.

"Get lost, kid," Kara said, pushing past her to get out the door.

It took Ellis another second to get her legs under her again, allowing her to pursue Kara. "No, wait!"

"I said get lost," Kara repeated more firmly this time, speeding up her walk.

"You're Kara Danvers. Supergirl!" Ellis finally exclaimed. Within an instant, she felt a rough tug at the neck of her jacket, as Kara was now in front of her with a ghastly scowl and a firm grip on her.

"Don't call me that," Kara spat out.

"Kara Danvers or Supergirl?" Ellis bumbled in a manner that reminded Kara all too much about her younger self.

"Both. Now, I don't know how you ended up here or why you want anything to do with me, but I suggest you run along back to Earth before you really piss me off. Understood?"

No reply came from Ellis. No words nor a shake or nod of the head. She simply stared back at Kara with wide eyes, who shoved her back before continuing her brisk walk away from her. The fearful shock that had paralysed Ellis finally loosened up, allowing her to pursue once again. She had travelled way too far to simply be punked.

"I need your help!" Ellis shouted as she began to catch up with Kara.

"Do you know what I do for a living?" Kara asked, quickly spinning around to stop Ellis in her tracks right as she had just made up the distance between them.

"I heard you're a merc now," Ellis meekly replied.

"Good, then you know that it costs money to acquire my services. How much do you have?"

"I don't, I don't have much-"

"Well then sorry, can't help you," Kara said as she turned to walk away once again. Ellis was persistent, continuing to walk behind Kara.

"It's my sister. I need to save her."

"Sounds like it's your problem. If you don't have money, why should I care?"

The question, in Kara's mind, was rhetorical more than anything else. She knew the girl would throw some answer back her way, but she expected it to be the kind of bullshit that would have appealed to her 120 years ago. Instead, what came next pierced her gut like a sword. She would have never anticipated Ellis' ensuing answer…

"Because I'm Oliver Queen's great, great granddaughter."

This time, it was Kara who was the one frozen in her tracks. The mere utterance of that name, one she hadn't heard in 64 years, was enough to do so. But now, she felt an anger beginning to brew inside of her. The powerful cynical side of her threw her mind right into a thought that this girl was lying in an attempt to persuade her. And if that was the case, she was fully considering inflicting some serious harm. She slowly turned around to face Ellis once again.

"Are you fucking shitting me?" Kara said through clenched teeth.

"I'm telling the truth, I swear."

"Fucking prove it then," Kara growled, getting right up in Ellis' face.

"Remember this?"

Kara watched as Ellis took a solitary step back and slowly reached into her pocket. She pulled out her heirloom, the one little object that she could show to anyone who knew what it was to undeniably confirm her heritage. Kara recognised it immediately but remained sceptical at first as Ellis held it up in front of her. Kara snatched it out of her hand and upon taking a closer look could confirm that it was genuine. The small rock shaped like an arrowhead, Buddhist inscription on one side and Japanese coordinates on the other. The hōzen that Oliver Queen had found on Lian Yu, first given to Thea, then to William and so forth down several generations until it was now in Ellis' possession. It had acquired a few more microscopic chips and cracks over the years, but Kara spotted all of the ones that were there when she had last seen it. She analysed it down to the minutest details of the scripture carvings of which any subtle differences were clearly a result of standard wear-and-tear.

Kara became the speechless one. She simply gazed back at the young woman in front of her, a descendant of a man who had once meant so much to her. To ascribe her the role of a mere reminder of her past life would be a failure. She was more than that, much more than that.

"Will you talk with me now?" Ellis asked, now knowing that she had fully piqued Kara's interest.

"Not here."

A/N: Sorry to leave you on that cliffhanger, but all will be revealed in the next chapter ;)