Warworld flowed through space silently, the airless void carrying no sound from the massive alien construct. The metal armor gleamed in the sunlight, the raised turrets and other weapons swiveling dangerously seeking any foe. Of course, they relied on the senses of the life forms commanding them, and were as vulnerable to error as any such devices. They didn't see the white haired woman streaking in faster than any foe they had yet faced, nor were they prepared for her weapons. A neutron grenade exploded a gap in the outer armor, sending stunned slaves and warriors cartwheeling into space, the woman diving through the gap as she opened fire with alien rifles. "Surrender, woman," the orange haired leader of the security patrol demanded, glad that the emergency seals were restoring atmosphere to the section. "Never!" the stranger cried as she opened up again with her strange weapons, "Come and see how a Kryptonian wages war!" On the command bridge Maxima scowled, her red hair flowing around her face. "Who is this fool?" she demanded. "We gathered some data from the Dark Circle crime group," a leutenant spoke up respectfully, "she appears to match a being they had difficulties with. They called her Superwoman, though they thought she was a Daxamite." "Understandably," Maxima conceded. Daxamites were rare in space due to their isolationist natures, but a real Kryptonian was even rarer. She frowned in thought a moment then said, "We'll need to deploy the Kryptonite arms." "I thought we were saving those for when we face Supergirl?" another minion asked, her hair raven black. Shasti smiled grimly as she pointed out, "We only have a limited amount of the mineral available." "Our only other option is to overwhelm her in pure numbers," Maxima noted with a frown, "and that could cost us greatly." Deidre turned to the feed from the cameras in the sector under attack, her eyes widening a little in awe. "That may not be needed, ma'am," she reported with a smile, "I think Princess Cybele has arrived." The blonde strode into the ruined wing of Warworld, her blue eyes widening slightly. There were dead bodies scattered around, some of them elite Almeracan warriors. Cybele hadn't believed it was possible for someone to kill them any more, and it shocked her deeply. "Yield," the white haired woman raised one of her guns as she added coldly, "I need a guide to this madhouse." "Never," Cybele answered as she looked into her eyes, "but I give you the same option. Surrender and I might let you live." "Not a chance," the white haired woman growled as she opened fire. Cybele dodged as the woman shifted her aim, very nearly tagging her. She was incredibly fast but Cybele was the best of the best, enhanced with the best seized DNA. Even better she contained the genetic potential of her two lovers A-ko and B-ko, both of which were even more incredible. Reaching out with her mind Cybele lightly touched the other's mind, covertly getting a sense of her. The other woman was Karsta Wor-Ul, a deserter from the Kryptonian army who had wandered the galaxy. She had survived so long using alien technology to rejuvenate herself, ultimately hiding on Earth for a time. Finally she chose to face justice for criminal acts she had committed, probably inspired by Kal-El. "Karsta," as she ducked behind a piece of mostly intact armor plate Cybele called, "you don't want to do this!" "How do you know my name?" Karsta shouted back suspisciously. Deciding it might be best to hide her telepathy Cylene lied, "We have complete records, Karsta." Keeping her voice calm and even she added, "All about how you were abandoned by your homeworld, travelled across this part of the galaxy an fought as a true warrior." Karsta fired off a few wild shots to keep Cybele's head down as she answered, "Then you should also know I've been a planetary protector as a punishment." "A act unworthy of you," Cybele shot back, finding it surprisingly difficult to probe deeper with her power. Beneath her recent memories it was like hitting a neutronium wall, utterly impregnable. "That's where you're wrong," Karsta answered firmly. Cylene grit her teeth, cursing the almost poisonous influence of the humans. "You won't follow the wise course and follow us?" Cylene had to ask. "As you said," Karsta answered firmly, "never." "So be it," Cylene said as she raced from cover, unleashing her true speed. Faster than even Karsta's eyes could track she disarmed the older woman, a rapid strike sending the alien weapons flying. Like a true warrior Karsta recovered, of course, her roundhouse punch grazing Cylene as she swiftly dodged. They swung again, both ready for battle and their firsts hammered together, the inhuman forces pulsing outward. The shock wave buckled floor and armor, the massive support pillars of Warword trembling in sympathy. Up on the bridge the young women grabbed at their terminals as the very deck shook, the inertial dampers in the vessel strained to their limits. Sections of roof fell as sparks burst from some of the stations, electronics overloading from the sudden shock. "Damage report!" Maxima called fiercely, the tall redhead bracing a hand against the back of her command chair. "Unknown degree of damage to the outer hull," a pretty minion answered, her silver hair flowing down over her eyes, "power systems are down around there as well as a unknown degree of damage to secondary systems. We're attempting to re-route around the damaged areas, but it will take time." Maxima sat down in her chair, grimacing as she noticed the shock had knocked the chair slightly off. "Is Cylene all right?" she asked worriedly. "She appears fine," the silver haired woman said, "from the data we can gather from sensors in nearby sectors. In fact, from what I can tell she's enjoying herself." "Heh," Maxima shook her head, wondering if her telepathic training of the girl as a warrior might have gone a bit too far. "Is Earth taking advantage?" Shasti asked, her eyes narrowing thoughtfully. "Long range sensors say no," Deidre amswered simply, "but I'd suggest sending scouts out to confirm that." "Do so," Maxima nodded her agreement. "Put the battle between Cylene and the Kryptonian on my screen," she said as she activated a viewer beside her throne, "I look forward to her victory." Cylene panted softly, blood running down into her face from a cut above her eye, her red blood vivid on her light skin. "You're very good," she noted, watching her foe warily. Karsta winced as she stood up, a rib shifting from where the girl kicked her in the side. "Thank you," she answered, her fists clenched as she assessed her enemy. Frankly, the situation wasn't looking good. This Cylene was at least marginally more powerful than her, as well as being younger and a bit more fit. To balance that Karsta had years more experience and more willingness to fight dirty, but that didn't quite even out. The girl was going to win, if the fight drew on long enough. Cylene reached up to rum the blood away from her face, wincing in pain. "One more chance," she said, "join us. I don't want to kill such a capable warrior." Not only was Karsta tough, she had deliberately destroyed the Daxamite killing weapons she had brought, denying them to Warworld's forces to study. Karsta looked her in the eye, then... hesitated. She didn't want to die, not here all alone, cut off from friends and allies. Instead of rushing to attack she walked towards Cylene as she sighed, "Maybe you're right." Cylene tried to read the woman's mind but all she got was a exhausted muddle, Karsta appeared literally too tired to think straight. Their battle had stretched over a hour, and even she was exhausted. She could barely imagine how this older woman was coping. "What do you want to do with me?" Karsta asked, her shoulders drooping a bit as she stood in front of the girl. Cylene reached out to cup Karsta's chin, tilting her eyes up to meet her's. "Not much," she replied honestly, "just a genetic sample and a promise of loyalty. Once you give that...." Karsta smiled at Cylene, the younger woman smiling back hopefully. Even as she unleashed her heat vision full power Karsta said, "I'm sorry." "YEARRGH!" Cylene howled as she took the burst of heat vision right to the face, caught completely off guard by how well Karsta had hidden her thoughts. Blinded she staggered backwards, clutching her face as pain tore through her face like a knife. Knowing Cylene would recover fast Karsta took off, flying up and punching right through the armored shell of Warworld and into space. Slipping her breathing unit back on she raced away as fast as she could, soaking up more pure sunlight as she ran. 'I have to get to Earth,' Karsta thought, 'they have to know what they're facing.' As much as she hated to admit it if she had stayed to fight, Cylene would have beaten her. She seemed to have been holding back fighting Karsta, and she didn't want to imagine what the girl might do if she really got angry. Shockingly, a familiar voice intruded in her mind. "YOU'LL PAY FOR WHAT YOU'VE DONE," Cybele said bleakly, her voice a roar in Karsta's brain, "I'LL SEE YOU BROKEN FOR THIS." Summoning much of her remaining power, Karsta poured on the speed. 'Yes,' she thought to herself, 'I think she's pissed off.'
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