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July 4th, 2018[/color][/sub]

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“Wonder Woman! A few minutes of your time?!”

Bekka never really understood the concept of a free press or really any sort of press in the first place. The gods of New Genesis had no use of reporters and journalists. It was an archaic concept that only was necessary when the people’s protectors were not benevolent or wise. As far as she could understand it, it was the only way the people of Earth could feel empowered. To report and garner public support (or public disdain) of a public figure who was not fit to guide them out of the darkness. But Bekka had much more pertinent tasks than playing nice with some humans with cameras. 

She pushed her feet off the runway, forcing herself into the skies above, leaving the crowd of reporters behind.

[color=FDAD07][i]At least those passengers are safe now.[/i][/color]

When she had heard the left wing of the airplane snap upon descent she had forced all of her strength into preventing a local disaster. Fortunately, no damages to the city had been made as she wrestled with the falling transport and no person had been harmed during the descent save for some psychological scarring from the trauma. It had been her honor to help citizens out who could not define their own fate.

It had been a few months since she had forced herself out of isolation and about one since the public had given her the title of Wonder Woman in recognition of their very own superhero. But in a time humans lived in she supposed they needed those titles to elevate their heroes and give them hope. It had been one of the reasons she had decided to stop hiding; to give others hope so they could be the best versions of themselves, and in 2018 hope seemed pretty hard to come by. President Robert Kelly certainly wasn’t living up to the standards that people expected and with media figures like G Gordon Godfrey demonizing people like herself and Superman as “alien invaders”, “weird experiments gone mad”, and “mutant freaks” even a god could see that humanity was going through some awful growing pains.

[color=FDAD07]“They’ll learn.”[/color] She muttered under her breath as she flew through the skies above Gateway City. [color=FDAD07]“And I’ll teach them.”[/color]

Bekka dropped to the streets, in front of a car that had just been riddled with gunfire.

[color=FDAD07][b]“I think you better drop your weapons. That's my first and only warning.”[/b][/color]

Bekka could feel the glares from the criminals that had decided a gang war would be the best way to spend their afternoon. She smirked, arms crossed as she looked over both parties who were armed to the teeth. She had a feeling they weren’t going to drop their weapons and surrender. 

That was fine. It was her preference.
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