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[color=f26522][center][h2]The Kármán Line[/h2][/center][/color]

[color=MediumOrchid]"I was not aware...space was so far away,"[/color] Voyager remarked a little breathlessly, glancing downwards as she continued to shoot upwards into the sky. She had lost visibility of the city a moment earlier, but it was still fascinating to see how far she had gone up.

"There's a reason the Enterprise has teleporters," Jordan quipped over the communicator in her ear, letting a little bit of silence hang before speaking again. "Hey...you sure you want to do this Riles? I know the Doc posited your barriers could help you fly around in space but that's one hell of a gamble. If you think you're ready then-"

[color=MediumOrchid]"I know I am ready,"[/color] Voyager replied, her voice brimming with optimistic energy. [color=MediumOrchid]"I think this is going to work, Jordan. It...feels like the right path."[/color] There was a crackle of static on the extending radio line that masked Jordan taking a deep, shuddering breath.

"Alright, I trust you, Riles. Now let's try to find that satellite."

[color=MediumOrchid]"I do not see any sort of God Finger yet,"[/color] Voyager observed, sensing a thinning of the air as she continued to ascend into the sky.

"Not exactly, surprising. We have a ballpark estimate on where it is at least. Given its purpose it's going to be right overhead of the city and fairly low in the atmosphere for a satellite. I'm triangulating our scanners down here with your earpiece to get a precise lock, so keep pressing forward."

That was an easy instruction, Voyager mused as she kept flying towards an endless sky above. Her first experience flying had been exhilarating, but this was a new sensation entirely. She knew how hard it was to fly like this and how much energy it took, yet it felt easy pushing herself to this extreme. It wasn't really excitement given the circumstances, but it gave her that same positive feeling regardless; like she was ready to take on whatever the world threw at her and win no matter the odds.

[color=MediumOrchid]"Got it!"[/color] Voyager and Jordan both chorused excitedly, Jordan's voice sounding a bit distant and scratchy from the great distance as she continued. "It's straight ahead of you, should be coming into view soon!"

[color=MediumOrchid]"I know, I saw it just now!"[/color] Voyager announced triumphantly, speeding off towards the distant jagged shape before slowing down a bit, unused to the sudden speed that came from the thinning air. Already things felt otherworldly to the alien super-heroine; even her PsiBarriers seemed to be glowing brighter then usual, making her an impressive purple beacon in the inky darkness of the upper atmosphere.

As Voyager drew closer, thinking of what sort of dangerous and scary design the Finger of God possessed, she was surprised at how [url=https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/468913557195456523/469280307388874763/1531975220630.jpg]normal[/url] the destructive weapon looked. She hadn't expected something straight out of Star Trek of course, but it was a little surprising that this terrifying destructive weapon that killed so many people looked so...mundane. 

Mundane or not, Voyager was intent on taking it out. Hovering closer, she charged up and took aim at the body of the satellite with a PsiBlast, pleased to note her other powers worked fine up here, before the blast dissipated on the surface of the space laser without so much as a dark smudge.

[color=MediumOrchid]"My energy blasts didn't seem to hurt it,"[/color] Voyager said clearly. [color=MediumOrchid]"I think this is it."[/color]

"Can...skzt...try to find out...kzzz...fore you shoot it?" Jordan fizzled through the communicator. Swinging around and clinging to one of the panels, Voyager looked over the solar panel detectors on the sides to try and find a weak spot to cut through before dismissing the idea.

[color=MediumOrchid]"I think if we break part of this thing our knock it away without destroying the weapon..."[/color]

"It's going to fire off randomly and probably ruin someone else's day, right?" Jordan piped in, her voice suddenly and miraculously coming in clearly despite the vast distance between them. "Might not though, and you already gambled on the psibarrier, I say we double down!"

[color=MediumOrchid]"Uh...no," [/color]Voyager said flatly, taken aback by her sudden tonal change. [color=MediumOrchid]"Are you feeling well, Jordan? You do not sound like yourself."[/color]

"Ah, I figur[color=6ecff6]ed I wouldn't fool a sharp mind like that, but it[/color] [color=0072bc]was worth a shot. That element of uncertainty is so exciting!"[/color]

[color=MediumOrchid]"...Jordan?"[/color]

[color=0072bc]"Not quite. Look over here, darling,"[/color] came an unfamiliar voice over her headset. Voyager did so and gave a yelp of surprise at the figure standing sideways on the body of the satellite. Clad in a suit the tackiest shade of orange she'd ever seen in her life, the newcomer strode towards her like he was walking through a park, swinging a cane from side to side as he approached. He would have been normal-looking except for his head, which seemed to be some sort of skull-sized microphone over a wide, grinning mouth.

[color=MediumOrchid]"Wh-what-"[/color]

[color=0072bc]"I hope you'll forgive the little masquerade, my dear,"[/color] the man said. [color=0072bc]"It makes for a most amusing icebreaker."[/color]

[color=MediumOrchid]"Oh...okay..." [/color]Voyager said warily, not entirely sure how to cognitive this situation. [color=MediumOrchid]"Uh, are you here to help with the satellite."[/color]

[color=0072bc]"Actually darling, I'm here to help YOU, with a little proposition," [/color]the microphone man said, cheerily looking on as Voyager attempted to Psi-Beam open one of the panels. [color=0072bc]"I think we could work well together, you and the fabulous I!"[/color]

[color=MediumOrchid]"I am somewhat busy, Mister Metal-Head Person..."[/color]

[color=0072bc]"Primetime,"[/color] the microphone man correected. [color=0072bc]"The greatest showman in the galaxy, as the billing says! Though I would love to amend that to Primetime and...Voyager, you called yourself?"[/color] Voyager grunted in annoyance as she attempted to pry off one of the panels, only to be stopped as Primetime stepped on the metal sheet with one of his pristine polished shoes.

[color=MediumOrchid]"Can we please discuss this later?"[/color] Voyager said irritably. [color=MediumOrchid]"I have a city to save from a giant laser thing!"[/color]

[color=0072bc]"Oh I wouldn't bother, darling,"[/color] Primetime said flippantly. [color=0072bc]"This audience isn't long for this world anyway, as the saying goes."[/color]

[color=MediumOrchid]"What?"[/color]

[color=0072bc]"Besides, I'd rather talk about you...about us even!"[/color] Primetime barrelled on. [color=0072bc]"We're both showman and foreigners to this planet, it's a natural combination! Imagine the ratings!"[/color]

Voyager's eyes widened at the sound of the word foreigners. [color=MediumOrchid]"You mean...you're an alien too?"[/color]

[color=0072bc]"Last I checked darling,"[/color] Primetime said, a pondering look on his face as he took out a compact mirror to look at himself briefly. [color=0072bc]"Yes, I am an alien, and a rather dashing one too, I must say,"[/color] Primetime finished, making a kissing face at his reflection before tossing the mirror out into space. [color=0072bc]"So, are you perhaps interested in partnering with moi, my darling?"[/color] Voyager blinked, still taken aback by the revelation before something shifted below her feet. Looking down at the satellite, no doubt beginning to prepare to fire, she returned to forcefully work on the panel.

[color=MediumOrchid]"I am sorry, but I really do not have the time to discuss this, Mister Primetime,"[/color] Voyager declared. [color=MediumOrchid]"Now if you do not mind, you're standing on my metal plate."[/color] Primetime clucked his tongue, stepping back to allow the alien heroine to work.

[color=0072bc]"Perhaps another time then,"[/color] the microphone-headed alien sad sadly. [color=0072bc]"Assuming you're still around to light up a stage. Best of luck to you, darling!"[/color]

Looking up as Voyager finally pried off the metal covering, she found space empty and abandoned once again, just as distant figures began to come into view.