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[sub][hr][/sub][COLOR=#81CFFF][indent][sub][B]Location:[/B] [COLOR=#BFD7D7][I]Axel Heiberg Island, Canada
[/I] - [I]July 2nd, 2018[/I][/COLOR][/sub][sup][right][b]Prologue #0.01:[/b] [COLOR=#BFD7D7][I]Alien Angel[/I][/COLOR][/right][/sup][/indent][/color][sub][hr][/sub]
[color=silver][indent][indent][i][COLOR=81CFFF]Where am I?[/color][/i]

It was a weird thought for the blonde-haired teenager. 

A few weeks had passed since she had decided to leave the only home she had ever known – or rather, the only home she ever remembered. But things had started to get weirder and weirder since she awoke one night during her freshmen year. It was a wild lunch period, full of screaming and shouting. At the time she had called it “sensory overload” because well, Kara was sort of queen of the geeks. Her alien origin had always fascinated her but it was on that day she realized she couldn’t just run the full speed of a train and lift her dad’s truck over her head. More powers had started to come to her. Weirder powers. If it wasn’t hearing people halfway across the state it was suddenly in chemistry class realizing what seeing everyone’s skeleton would look like.

It was a kind of thing that would happen to her all throughout high school like some wicked alien puberty. As “cool” as it may have been, it also wasn’t something she was exactly a fan of either. Today was just a new thing to add to the list and a few minutes she was utterly lost. But lost was kind of a thing you did when you stumbled upon alien tech in Canada and passed out like you had all the beers at the party you definitely didn't tell your parents about.

But instead of a bad hangover on the couch at Terry's place there was a metal floor and sounds that reminded her of the noise that the hipsters in one town over called music.

[COLOR=81CFFF]“Note to self. Don't follow creepy alien beacons halfway across the continent in the future.”[/color] Kara muttered under her breath as she picked herself off the damp, metal floor.

Kara’s blue eyes looked from left-to-right, observing her surroundings as she pulled out the beacon; the beacon that had brought her to the edge of the planet, looking for answers about what she had pieced together over the past four years. When she had arrived to the destination the snow had opened up like a monster’s maw, sucking her into this… construct. That’s what it was, right? A construct? A base? Whatever it was it didn’t look human, or at least she didn’t think it did. Plus, there was a feeling like she had seen it before and she knew for a fact there was nothing like this back in Midvale. If she had to guess it was some kind of outpost her alien-people had built. It looked old. Was Earth originally an alien colony? Kara sighed, blowing a strand of hair out of her face as she thought over all of the possibilities that her dorkosaurus brain could come up with to explain it. But those were theories of a girl who had watched way too much Battlestar Galactica and Firefly. She needed to find a device for her to link up with. If all of this was anything like sci-fi video games that was what she needed to do.

[COLOR=81CFFF]“I’m going to hope that there’s no xenomorphs hiding in the ventilation shafts. I am so not Ripley.”[/color] She anxiously joked, her eyes immediately going up to the frozen ceiling above. [COLOR=81CFFF]“No xenomorphs allowed. You can stay in my nightmares.”[/color]

Fear of the unknown aside, eventually Kara came to the end of the corridor. In her way stood a large triangle door, seemingly frozen if not for the nearly silent hum of the technology powering it. She looked to her right and noticed that there was some kind of old interface. It definitely didn’t look like she thought it would. As far as she could tell it looked like a dimly-lit crystal. Her alien hearing recognized the same hum, though it was louder. But only loud enough where her specific type of hearing could make it out.

Eureka?

She bit her lip as she slowly and carefully moved her hand to the crystal. 

And when she touched it? Everything got a [i]lot[/i] louder. Loud enough to where she jumped back out of shock, landing flat on her butt as a loud and obviously robotic voice screamed out at her like she had just been caught with her hand in the cookie jar. Her eyes immediately winced in pain, the loud robotic demands calling out to her in a language she didn’t understand. But if she didn’t understand it why did it sound so familiar?

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[i][COLOR=81CFFF]It’s coming to me, like a distant memory… like riding a bike. A totally weird alien language-shaped bike. I understand it. All of it. Don't have a lot of time, though.[/color][/i]

What was a screeching robotic monotone one minute had immediately become second nature, as if Kara was an expert on every single intricacy of the Kryptonian language. [b]Kryptonian.[/b] She’d have to remember that. Maybe it was another one of her alien powers, or maybe she simply had repressed knowing the language for so long that it took a minute? As she pushed her hands into the floor she bit her lip as she tried to understand the messages the weird alien hideout was shrieking at her about. It was identifying her. It was going through its protocol. It was requesting her to finish what she had started because it had not had enough time to match her “genetic profile” to the database.

[color=white][b]“Identify your genetic code. Process incomplete.”[/b][/color]

She needed to… touch the crystal again? Was that it? For a full scan? As she got back to her feet for a second time she took a heavy breath to chill her nerves. Creepy Alien Base: 2. Kara: 0.

[COLOR=81CFFF]“I can punch a hole in a barn, but I’m afraid of frickin’ guilty spark. Geeze. How dumb can I get?”[/color]

As she touched the crystal for the second time she felt the energy inside, though mostly she was glad that the AI that was running the place was sounding less-and-less angry. Understanding the language seemed to make that a lot easier.

[COLOR=81CFFF]“Alright, doing the thing.”[/color] She responded to the robotic voice, though she was pretty sure it wasn't going to hold a conversation while they argued to let her gain access to the door that led deeper into the structure. 

It took a few minutes for everything to be “processed” but she sighed a relief when she heard the AI’s “response”.

[color=white][b]“Welcome to Solitude, Kara of House El.”[/b][/color]


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