It’s been a week since Victoria had landed on Earth. Enough time to set up a nice little home in the icy tundra of the South Pole. Enough time to get a handle on her new powers. Enough time to think.
Why her? Why did Victoria have to wake up as Kara Zor-El? Who did this? Did anyone?
And why were there fucking dinosaurs outside her door?
She almost shit herself when she woke up that morning and saw the Tyrannosaurus frozen at her doorstep. People might argue that there's no reason to be scared of something that can’t hurt you.
Those people could eat her entire perfect ass.
Unbreakable bones and bulletproof skin or not, a dinosaur was a dinosaur.
Clark seemed to be having a real ball at her expense, laughing his little head off at the dining table seeing her panic. Smug little- he’s lucky he’s so cute. Victoria heated up some baby formula and grabbed a couple of food capsules for herself. The wonders of Kryptonian science! She could probably make a fortune selling these “diet pills” back home. Hell, maybe the dinosaurs and probable cavemen outside will appreciate some since apparently she’s been sent back to the fucking stone age?!
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The Sunstone tabletop cracked under her grip. Calm. She was calm. Breathe in. Breathe out. Everything is fine. Everything will be ok. Look at how the light reflects off the shards. Smell the fresh air, feel the smooth counter, taste the subtle sweetness of the pills, hear the wind howling outside the walls.
Victoria can handle this, she’s Supergirl, she can handle anything.
“Computer, show me how our progress is going.” Dozens of purple holographic panels appeared before her, showing hundreds of detailed reports on all aspects of the fortress. Blue eyes eat up pages upon pages of information, a frown grew on her face which deepened with every word she read.
Sunstone was a miraculous material, a marvel of science, but it wasn’t without drawbacks. It was a smart that was used in seemingly all aspects of technology, including warfare, which caused the Imperial Council of Krypton to place heavy restrictions on it. The one she used to grow the fortress was her father’s Zor-El’s who was a high ranking member of the Science Guild. It gave her a good bit of leeway, but there were still many built in limits on what they deemed as “dangerous applications”.
Unfortunately that included cloaking devices and plasma cannons.
She’ll figure out how to get rid of them eventually, it was only a matter of time, but for now it remains a vexing problem. Slender fingers glided across the screens tapping on air as she quickly pulled up schematics for some scout drones. Six should be enough for the moment. They weren’t meant for such terrains, Krypton didn’t really have a cryosphere- a simple enough fix for her.
Now let’s see what tomfoolery was about. Victoria really hoped they didn’t accidentally get sent back in time, that’d be such a pain in the ass to fix.
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The cavemen spoke English. Why the fuck did the cavemen speak English?!