New York, New York. In all her three years of touring, Rebecca had pretty much seen every corner of the world, yet none of the major cities could hold up to the charm of New York. This hodgepodge of cultures, clashing and mixing. Anybody could feel at home here. Of course, having a nice penthouse suite overlooking Central Park certainly helped. This was week three into her well deserved vacation. Rebecca wasn't one to toot her own horn, but she liked to think she helped a lot with helping people cope with the aftermath of the Green Effect, not to mention help show that humans and meta-humans could perfectly coexist. She was the unofficial spokesperson when it came to inter-species relationships! Her popularity probably ranked her in the top 5 known Supers, if not at number one.<br/><br/>Which made it all the more weirder to just simply walk through your average, bustling New York street. Before the Green Effect this was practically impossible to do for someone her stature, you had to be accompanied by a small army of bodyguards. It was a miracle what something as simple as a hat, some shades, and tying your hair into a ponytail could do. There were a few people that did a double take, trying to figure out if they really saw what they thought they were seeing. But surely someone as famous as Starchild wouldn't just walk down streets like this? No, that had to be a an overeager fan, or something like that. Rebecca simply smiled, greatly enjoying the relative anonymity she was enjoying right now. It felt nice to not have to worry about masses of fans, or the incessant press. Dont get her wrong, she was proud of her achievement, it was all she had ever dreamed of, but a little rest every now and then wasn't bad either. It helped calm her mind.<br/><br/>But New York was hardly the place for calm right now, as a sudden object  crashed down in the street a couple of dozen feet away from Rebecca. Instinctively, her armor came up, covering her body as she looked up and saw the two stories high robot rise. As with many others around her, Rebecca was stunned, even with the Green Effect, this still felt surreal. Everybody watched in awe and silence as the giant robot raised its arm, only to slam it violently into the building next to Rebecca. It was like the starting shot of match, and everybody quickly began to scramble away, screaming for help. Rebecca gazed up, watching the metallic fist smash through the building like a kid smashing through a building made out of playing blocks. But it weren't colorful blocks that were tumbling down here.<br/><br/><span style="color: #7000B2">"Everybody, gather around me!"</span>She screamed, raising her hand and forming a protective dome around herself and as many people as she could trap, as a rain of debris and glass shards rained down on them. Those unlucky enough to not have found cover were mercilessly cut down, the shards of glass lacerating their skin and clothes.<span style="color: #7000b2">"Go! Go! Get out of here, through the alley! Try to carry the wounded!"</span>She ordered, turning her back on the robot as she tried to shepherd the people away. It was a massacre, but at least she managed to save some of them.<br/><br/>Turning back to face the robot, it seemed like she had managed to gather its attention. It's eyes glowed brightly as it looked down upon her, and Rebecca didn't need to be a genius to figure out what was going to happen next.<span style="color: #7000b2">"Ah fu-!"</span>She managed to cuss out, before the white hot beam slammed into her chest. The sheer force was enough to throw her backwards, crashing and upturning the sidewalk.<br/><br/>Rebecca took short, ragged breaths as she squirmed in the miniature crater. It felt like someone had taken a sledgehammer to her stomach, and promptly to the rest of her body. But it seemed like her shield had held, though it was heavily cracked, like a chipped mirror. While it was slowly fixing itself up, Rebecca made a mental note not to get hit by one of those beams again. The robot had seemingly lost interest in her for the time being, probably figuring her dead or something.<br/><br/>Groaning, Rebecca raised herself to a sitting position, as she tried to think of the next course of action. She couldn't possibly fight that thing, despite having these powers, she wasn't a fighter. But on the other hand, she couldn't let that thing rampage through town  until finally the army or some actual Super took it out. No, she had to buy these people time!<br/><br/><span style="color: #7000b2">"Come on Becca, you can do this... Upsy-daisy."</span>She groaned to herself, raising herself back to a standing position. Instinct took over as she began to walk towards the murderbot, gradually increasing her pace until she was sprinting. So far she had only really used her super strength for household chores, or helping the crew carry around heavy equipment, this was the first time she was going to use it for... Well, good. Like an actual Super. The robot had turned away from her, so thankfully it couldnt see her... Assuming it even used normal vision. Focusing all her strength in her legs, Rebecca took the leap, launching herself into the air towards the robot.<span style="color: #7000b2">"FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!"</span>She screamed, as she as she soared through the air, before landing on the shoulder of the robot.<br/><br/><span style="color: #7000b2">"Okay... Okay... Now what?"</span>She panted, desperately holding onto the rampaging machine. She wasnt sure what to do next, she was just going by instinct!<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>