Chapter 6 – A pinch of history & a hair of truth
Afternoon - The DEO
Alex asks Kara "What is a Ruejez (Rhoomjhemz) ?" Kara shivers at hearing her sister mispronounce the slur. "It's direct translation is 'bone eater' but it's also used to describe a person with grotesque appetites or of dishonorable moral character; essentially a Demon." Alex nods and says "Tell me about the Igluziahns."
Kara paces back and forth "There are many names for them, but from what I remember my aunt Astra telling me, they are the weavers of the universe. They influence and mend the flow of life..." "Like angels or demi-gods?" Alex questions. Kara nods her head no "More like sculptors... Aunt Astra use to say pray to the weavers of life so that you may know every advantage."
Kara has a flash back of her aunt reading her the spiritual histories of Krypton. "And they are as they have always been and will ever be; magnificent" Kara says remembering the last line of book 12 of the sacred history of Rao's Kingdom. She smiles at the positive memory of her dead aunt. Alex is still considering what Kara has said when she asks "What is so special about the coat?"
Kara stops pacing. "Myth has it that it's made from Rao's hair and that it grants the wearer their deepest desire." "Is that why they call it the coat of arms?" Alex says turning her laptop towards Kara. On the screen are various paintings of warriors and generals in a similar coat; all are pictured in victorious battles. One chilling tableau has a Moroccan prince in the coat holding the head of his enemy, as his young son looks on in terror. Kara nods "Those who seek the warmth of Rao's favor usually succumb to it's fire- hence the uncontrollable lust for vengeance and power."
"From what I gather this coat is responsible for most of the world wars and mass murdering this planet has seen" Alex says with bewilderment. "Not quite, but... let's just say that when it was found it became the reason for war. On some level it must amplify the true nature of the wearer" Kara says. Alex finally catches the subtlety "so it can only amplify what is already there..."
Dream scape – The TurquoiseRealm
CJ Marlowe gently rest's James Olsen's body on a stone alter. Placing pink quartz like crystals around his body she begins to chant. Her harp-like voice chants a hymn of devotion and love. When she is done she cuts off one of her long wool like dread locks and dips it in a thick purple substance. Wrapping it around his forearm she blows on it gently. As it dries it sinks into his flesh leaving a purple raised pattern. "Soon you will be ready my beloved James" CJ says stroking his head. Placing her other hand on his chest her glass like nails extend and she reaches into his chest...
Evening – L-Corp
Kara flies past L-Corp to find Lena sitting on her couch drinking scotch and staring blankly out the window. It's 8:30 pm and Kara is on her way home. She decides to pop in- landing gracefully she enters Lena's office. There is soft lute music playing in the background, Lena blinks several times before she can focus on the girl of steel. Kara smiles and thinks of how similar Lena and Cat are...
"Any news on Cat?" asks Lena. Kara shakes her head bitterly. "No. We know who has her, but pinpointing their location still has Winn stumped." Lena nods picking up her phone. She sends Winn a text: send me the Geo-location information for the ship; I have an idea... "You should go home Kara, we'll let you know when we find her" Lena says confidently.
Lena walks over to an invisible wall cabinet. Pulling out a pair of black jeans, Chuck Taylor's and a black bomber jacket she changes quickly. Replacing her contact lenses with a pair of chic black glasses she closes the cabinet expecting Kara to be long gone.
Amused Kara says "is this the hacker version of Lena that you've told me about?" Lena chuckles. "Let's just say that I'm ready to put my magic fingers to work." Lena flexes her finely manicured fingers for emphasis. Kara feels a blush creeping across her face...
2 hours earlier – CatCo
"How are we going to find her?" Kara asks Cynthia Marlowe as she paces back and forth. Cynthia leans against Kara's desk with her arms crossed. "We'll let them come to us" she says simply. Kara nods. "And we will give them what they want" Cynthia says. "That's crazy! They'll destroy us as soon as we hand it over!" Kara starts pacing again now running her hands distractedly through her hair. "This is not a good idea- but I have to get her back – I have to tell her I..." Cynthia chuckles. "Enough with the histrionics Kriptonian, simply come to terms with what you must do." Kara stops pacing. "I'm going to kill them..."