[center][h3][b][color=00aeef]Stargirl[/color] and S.T.R.I.P.E. || Blue Valley, Nebraska[/b][/h3][sub]Collab between [@Blue Demon] and [@Nightwing95][/sub][/center][hr]Courtney spun the pen in her hand as she gazed absentmindedly down at her tablet as her English teacher droned on and on. Her tablet was a blank black screen, sleep mode. Just a few moments ago she had given up on taking notes. Ms. Ellis never had much to say this time of day anyways. The whole rest of the day promised to be just as boring as the lecture.

Or it had been a promise. Instead one of the kids in the back let out a loud gasp. Instantly all the students, Courtney included, turned around to stare. The teen was gaping at his tablet. One of his friends grabbed said tablet and turned up the volume.

[i]Oh My God![/i] Someone could be heard screaming. There was more screaming in the background. Courtney's head whipped back around and she began tapping at her own tablet frantically. It was all over social media. The young woman pulled up the first video titled "Strykers Breakout". What Courtney saw made her sweep everything she brought with her to class into her back pack.

"I gotta go Ms. Ellis." Courtney told the stunned teacher as she was already half way through the door. She could hear the woman yell at her to get back. Her voice fading the further away Courtney got.

It was a five minute run from the school to Pat's house. She burst through the door, tossed her book bag on the ground and hightailed it to her room. She ignored her mother who was fussing with Patricia. 

Courtney slammed her room's door behind her and pulled out her Stargirl costume. 

Pat Dugan couldn't have a more enjoyable morning. Despite waking early after a nearly sleepless night of coddling a rowdy Patricia, he found profound relaxation in his garage while working on his latest project and listening to his favorite Jazz music on the radio. Courtney's 18th birthday was only a few months away and after a a few discussions with Barbara, they decided to buy a car for the oldest daughter of the family. Not only that, but Pat would get to choose the vehicle and even tinker it for her, making the mornings she was away to school the only viable time to work in order to keep it a surprise....

You can only imagine his heart jumping out of its place and his head nearly hitting a pipe from underneath when he heard the front door opening and quick steps rushing up the stairs. Pats initial relief would then be interrupted by the radios sound as the regular program was halted to announce the breaking news regarding the state of Stryker's at Metropolis. And Barbara's yell from the kitchen only reassured his suspicions.

"Relax Honey. We will handle this. And the school later." he said after a brief exit from his man-cave and with a sigh he headed towards a panel of buttons at the wall. After pushing an exact pattern, the floor seemed to moved underneath the car and take the shape of a platform that switched the car and revealing on its place the metallic casing that surrounded the S.T.R.I.P.E armor, with various wires connected to from its base to the various crevices of the massive metallic exoskeleton.....
[hr][center][b]Strykers Island, Metropolis[/b][/center][hr]Chaos was a nice word for the sight that greeted the seventeen year old at Stryker's Island. From her view high in the sky she could see Police trying to contain what they could. Which wasn't much despite their best efforts. Just minutes ago Courtney had been on the phone with the JSA trying to coordinate something, anything, but the Society was firm in their retirement. They even pointed out that there were already heroes on the scene.

Courtney was not placated. The only thing she could talk them into was was that they'd aid in the effort with civilians. It wasn't want the girl wanted, but it was better than nothing. Courtney stood up on her Cosmic Staff as she noticed a blue haired woman in prison garb heading past the containment line the rag-tag group of heroes tried to maintain. 

"[color=00aeef]Oh no you don't.[/color]" The teen said, the sound of her voice torn from her lips by the wind, but she wasn't speaking to the villainess.

"Courtney wait!" Pat tried to warn his daughter, although it was too late. The eager heroine was already off, going head on against a super-villain she had never encountered before, without even coming up with the semblance of a plan. After letting out another sigh, he refired the armors thrusters and flew past with speed greater than the cosmic staff, while lowering his altitude in order to get some better aim.

[i]Target Locked [/i] 

The computer announced as S.T.R.I.P.E extended his metallic arm to produce its Lazer cannon, before firing a barrage of concussive Lazer shots against Livewire.