<div class="floatleft">(http://i1203.photobucket.com/albums/bb396/rubixon/karabbw_zpsvutvypzn.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>Kara Zor-El<br/><strong>Alias:</strong>Supergirl<br/><strong>Time/Date:</strong>1030 EDT, March 22, 2016 (0330 UTC, March 23, 2106)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Mars >> Watchtower<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>All.<br/><strong>Open:</strong>All.<br/><strong>Warnings:</strong>None<br/><hr/><br/>"If it's Kal-El, he would've had to re-enter the atmosphere...somewhere. Cross reference high orbit and low orbit satellite data; if it's him you'll get a ping where he re-entered. If not, it's not him."<br/><br/>Science, reason, logic, deduction--they would always be Kara's first instinct. Not her fists. Kara let her brainwaves nudge Sanctuary to do just that, as she had a feeling everyone was about to, as Olsen once put it, "skeedaddle." After Sanctuary was done Kara would send it to NORAD--especially since she would be stealing from their secure, encrypted, servers anyway. It was only fair to let them help sift through the information. If Watchtower was on alert, NORAD was on alert. When Black Canary finally found her and spoke to her, Kara's face remained unsmiling, serious.<br/><br/>"We should hope it's a cyborg or Bizarro. A brainwashed Kal-El is a bad day."<br/><br/>She wasn't sure she wanted to get into a rock-'em, sock-'em, slugfest right now with her baby cousin. When she first arrived and she felt particuarly angry towards him...maybe. Now? It wasn't high on her list of things to do today. At Black Canary's question regarding the cyborg, Kara's lips cracked the barest hint of a smile, blue eyes meeting the Canary's. "I did. It was kinda fun."<br/><br/>Except for striking the shield of House El. That was strange. What humans called her "costume" or "super suit" was, boiled down to Terran terms, a religious garment. It was odd enough to see Kal-El gallavanting around the planet in it, fighting evil and doing good. Wearing it, herself, she always felt a tad bit officious. But getting into a fight with someone, even a cyborg, wearing House El colors?<br/><br/>It never got normal.<br/><br/>When the Black Canary ran off to change, Kara inched closer to the computer. A quick review of the monitors, and Supergirl depressed one of the buttons that enabled communication. "Tempest, this is Supergirl..." Her voice trailed, her lips curled into a small grin, "race you to Stryker's. Wait until you see Kryponite Man's face when he realizes green kryptonite doesn't hurt me." She didn't even bother a second look at everyone else, there was simply a gust of recycled, filtered, air and Supergirl was gone.<br/><br/>The longest pause was waiting for one of Watchtower's airlock. One door had go up, the room had to seal, and the opposite door had to open. It took all over twenty seconds, but it was an eternity to Kara. From the airdock she took off so fast, so violently, the entirity of Watchtower would shake for all of a half-second. After that it was breaking through one layer of Earth's atmosphere after another. The fire and flame of reentry stayed with her until she was in the skies over Metropolis. A quick scan, a neural check-in with Sanctuary to see if the Superman satellite data had been processed yet (it hadn't), and Supergirl was making the earth of Stryker's island shudder with an arrival that sounded more like the explosion of a small bomb.<br/><br/>Concrete and earth had been pulverized beneath her landing, leaving a nice micro-crater for her to float up and out of. Her arms crossed over her chest, her hair and cape whipping in the harsh wind of Stryker's Island, her eyes crimson hot and steaming. With a symbol like her's, and an entrance like she just gave, Kara hoped she would instantly become the biggest target on the island.<br/><br/>For Kryptonite Man, and any other chump.