[center][b]School Faculty[/b][/center]

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[center][b]Esuterura[/b][/center] 

Under normal circumstances Esuterura would have been insulted by this kind of treatment. She'd never been treated this way or placed in such inadequate chambers. The four before her were well equipped to combat her telepathy. Normally this would be fine but their behavior did not set her at ease. She felt as if she were being put on trial. 

To survive. My ship was attacked what would now be many many years ago. The pod is designed to land on the first planet it finds that is suitable.
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The message was sent to all of their minds. It had a slight echo to it that resonated beautiful, as if the message travelled through, beaten and spread by the torrent of barriers in the air. 

“We’re sorry to have to place you here for the time-being. Believe you me that the feeling you have at the moment is not unfamiliar to the likes of all of us. We just need to make sure that whoever you are, wherever you came from, that the sake of our students and more importantly our planet is safe.”

Though Batman was the principal of the Academy, it was Superman who spoke of the decision that had to be made. The two were allies and both respected each other for their views of just and righteousness. But for this instance, Bruce was inclined to distrustful of most foreign visitors of Earth. It was his nature as the World’s Greatest Detective. He knew that Esuterura would be able to sense his suspicions and quite frankly he’d hoped for that. They had to be investigative towards her; they were not going to let up on an incident like this. 

Martian Manhunter used his telepathic powers to search through the memory of the girl. He saw and discovered a treasure-fold of vivid and beautiful scenes within her mind, knowledge broad and new, experiences empathetically touching. 

Once he nodded to Superman, The Man of Steel spoke: “We’ll decide on what happens to you. We mean you no harm. Of all people, we are the most welcoming. We are like you, in spite of our differences.”

The five left the room, the lights remained on, the white floors and ceilings immaculate, the glass boundaries practically indestructible, air circulated with its own indoor filtration-and-sanitation system. No other form of life was there, at least not those visible to the naked eye, and especially not the malignant ones. The room was desolate, void of life, and deathly silent. 

Then the light strikingly turned off.

[center][b]The night has set, and the next day will dawn soon.[/b][/center]