(Open) Thinking Ahead

[john]

J’onn J’onzz’s in the control room with other staff members, observing more studies of the doomsday clones with a plate of oreo cookies including chocolate milk. Hey, you can’t blame a guy who’s hungry. I mean the guy can’t be alone doing the hard work too. The Martian Man hunter loves the orero cookies including the icing, no matter what color or flavor it is. Anyway, since the invasion all hope was seem to be lost but really it wasn’t. J’onn has been up here with other hero survivors of the Justice League and even those other heroes who aren’t affiliated, training and figuring out different ways to comebat the clones, defeating them once and for all. J’onn didn’t like being alone and treated Earth like a new home since his people on Mars were destroyed. He cared about Earth and wanted to live….a normal life.

But could J’onn get that? No, not as long as those dangerous clones are still running around. He could never forget that day….losing the heroes…..even Superman. The man that the Manhunter Martian was friends with, even remembering that one Christmas where Superman introduced his adopted family to J’onn. That right there was something J’onn would never forget. It proved that he wasn’t alone and had his own family on Earth, so grateful to have others. Now The Man of Steel was gone and it hit the man hunter hard like a ton of bricks falling. He couldn’t bring him back but continue fighting for him. J’onn started going on some results he was finding on the clones still. Taking a bite of an orero cookie and a sip of chocolate milk, washing it all down, he continue look and study them.

[zan]

Dragging herself from her home in Shadowcrest Zantanna found her self on the watch tower her once home away from home. a place where the hero's of the world could gather and catch there breath's for even a moment , a place to study , train there body's and even steal a cookie or two. Zee walked the halls of the tower seeking some one or something to take her mind off the troubles of the new world . Turning left and right randomly she finally saw J'onn the head beat cop of the hero world and smiled , it was good to know he survived , not just because he was a friend but because he was a super , one of the best and he seemed to be hard at work ,

" You know all work and no play will make J'onn a grumpy Alien . "

Zee reached over and with out asking stole a cookie from the plate wrapping her palm around the yummy treat she made is disappear a old slight of hand trick from her days on the stage reaching forward she " plucked the thing from his ear before giving him a goofy smile . " you know you keep eating those cookies you will become one right ? laughing she took a bite of the cookie stealing a glance over his shoulder . The impish smile faded slightly working on that to ? I've lost to many hours of sleep to those clones lately . I tried to undo what they did but not even Dr fate knew if that was possible, he is working on it , like the rest of the magic users ... So far we got nada .

[divine]

“Instead of trying to undo it why not build something to remove them from the earth? I mean come on there has to be something you guy’s can build to suck them off the earth sending them someplace else.” A familiar voice came from the doorway belonging to Power Girl? No but close very close it belonged to Divine Power Girl’s clone. Created by Maxwell Lord to be the first in a new team he was going to create but things didn’t go as planned and Divine was on her own. She had done bad things only because Maxwell told her so that and she didn’t know any different. But that was years ago, now she just lived on her own looking out for herself and no one else. Not really doing anything that would have any of the super hero teams after her other then Power Girl but that never ended well. It probably had something to do with her not being able to have a normal life with out being mistaken for her blonde counterpart.

She made her way inside and took a seat across from the others. “I’m not here by choice I was chased up here by those things. Hundreds of them all decided to attack me I hadn’t even done anything to attract them. Space was my only option and this place was right in my face so I thought I drop in and say hi.” she gave them a little wave with a smirk. Divine was unaware of the Kryptonian rage the clones had gained from the first one that they would see anything with Kryptonian DNA as a threat and would stop at nothing until it was killed.

[john]

Before J'onn could take another bite of his orero cookie, taken away from him something..or someone. Then John turned his head seeing the cookie go to a familar hand and the Manhunter Martian smiled at Zatanna, even chuckling at her joke before being serious at the rest of what the magician had to sayu. "Well you're not the only one around here but I do think I found a weakspot in all of the clones. It's the bones that cover there bodies that are sharp but it will take a lot of force to stop and it won't be just one person, it has to be all of them" he told Zatanna but there was more to this and before J'onn was going to say anything else he heard another female voice come in.

Turning around, he see's a woman with dark hair wearing her attire, talking about what needs to be done to take the clones out. He didn't recognize this woman but she looked familar to someone and J'onn figured it out. She and Power Girl are twins since they look identical to one another. J'onn cleared his throat before speaking. "Ah....hello....I don't believe we haven't met. My name is J'onn J'onzz, The Manhunter Martian from Mars and member of The Justice League, it's good to meet you" he introduced himself to her. "And this is Zatanna, another member of the Justice League", he introduced the woman to Zatanna and waited for what happens next.

[laurel]

Continued from worldsendmaeveldc.proboards.com/index.cgi?action=display&board=everywhereelse&thread=214&page=1#717

Laur-El could not resist a slight smile as she breached the exosphere and saw the gleaming metal hulk of the Justice League Watchtower. At least it was still intact: Doomsday might be powerful but it was intellectually deficient and would not have thought to track its flying enemies into near space.

Her eyes narrowed, her x-ray vision scanning the hull: nothing. Naturally, Helena Wayne’s counterpart in this dimension had thought of that – as he had with scrambling the sonics inside making it impossible for Laur-El’s super-hearing to discern what was going on inside.

She would have to enter via the hanger-bay that housed the Javelin, she realised. A singularly ignoble method of entry, but it would have to do.

Laur-El banked towards the Watchtower, flying slowly. If the satellite was anything like the one in her own dimension, the proximity monitors would have picked her up already and the monitors on duty would be aware of her presence.

If there was anyone left her mind whispered.

Laur-El alighted in the Hanger Bay and waited. If there were Leaguer’s still here, they would be along soon enough.

If not, she was confident that she would over-ride the security systems sooner or later.

[john]

Introducing Zatanna to the new woman here at the watchtower, a officer of the watchtower walked up to J’onn and let him know that someone’s in the hanger bay and the person was picked up on there satellite’s. J’onn nodded and looked at the two woman. “Excuse me ladies, I have to attend to some business at the hanger bay. It appears we have someone new but in the meantime get yourselves settled and talk, get to know one another. I will be right back” said J’onn as he left them and followed the officer. As he did, the two stopped at the Hanger Bay seeing the woman. “Shall I get our special forces sir?”, he asked and The Manhunter Martian shook his head ‘no’ and the office nodded, leaving. When the officer left, J’onn looked in shock seeing the woman who has the same attire as Superman including the S, everything.

Was this another one of Superman’s cousins/family or maybe another version of a female bizzaro? Whoever it was J’onn would figure it out. He sensed both good but also she had a motive too to prove a point. Did Superman, Power Girl, Superboy or anyone else even knew about her? Maybe not. Superman never mentioned about a last survivor of Kryptonia. What if there were more survivors out there? Slowly, The Manhunter Martian walked up a bit to her then stopped quickly. “Hello….my name is J’onn J’onzz. I am a member of the Justice League…..I take it you are new but know Superman aka Kal-El” he told her. “ I can tell by the attire you are wearing. One thing is for sure…I am not your enemy and I can help you” he said and smiled a bit but still on precaution, not knowing what to expect next.

[laurel]

She was not kept waiting long.

A green skinned male entered and a quick scan of his system indicated that he – like M'gann M'orzz of her own dimension – was Martian. Interestingly, his skin was green, not alabaster white as was M’orzz.

“Hello….my name is J’onn J’onzz. I am a member of the Justice League…..I take it you are new but know Superman aka Kal-El” he said.

Clearly, the Martians of this reality were similar to their counterparts in her own, given the nomenclature and indeed, the vocal tics. “ I can tell by the attire you are wearing. One thing is for sure…I am not your enemy and I can help you.”

Now that she was inside the Watchtower, Laur-El was surprised to discover that the suppressants to her super-senses were still employed. Not even Helena Wayne exhibited such displays of paranoia. On the other hand, it was feasible that the Justice League of this reality were not as effective as her own team and considered their headquarters vulnerable to attack.

“My name is Laur-El,” she introduced herself. “Kal-El is not known to me as you assume. However, I am aware of him – and more importantly, your current situation. I will be concise, J’onn J’onzz.

"You are aware of parallel dimensions: separate universes existing in the same time and space yet on different vibrational planes. I am not indigenous to this universe. However, it would appear that this reality shares much in common with my own – and some subtle differences. That said, as I am sure you are aware, in a multiverse of infinite possibilities, all things are possible: it would seem that your Kal-El is in fact my counterpart in this plane.

“You are a Martian,” she went on. “Given the data at my disposal, it is reasonable to assume you share the same characteristics as your counterparts in my universe. Ergo, you will have sensed that I am telling the truth. I would be happy to spend some time with you discussing matters of trans-dimensional travel with you when time permits. However, judging from what I have observed, there are more pressing matters to attend to.

“My assumption is that the Justice League – or what is left of it – seeks to neutralise the Doomsday infestation. If so, our objectives are aligned.”

[divine]

Divine didn’t say anything yet she was deciding how much she wanted to tell them but before she got the chance someone else showed up that wasn’t apart of the team either. Did J’onn really think the two of them would wait here while he went to great the new comer? She got up and followed after J’onn to see who it was that had shown up. Years before Superman had died Divine had met him and explained everything to him and he welcomed her into his family something she didn’t think he would do but he did. Even though she was apart of his family she didn’t play superhero like the others did but she did learn who wore the S shield and who didn’t. Power Girl didn’t wear the S because she didn’t want to live in Superman’s shadow Divine didn’t wear it because she didn’t think she was worthy of it. So that left Superman, Superboy, and Supergirl who was young and blonde not like the woman in front of her.

Divine landed next to J’onn her eyes glowing brightly with her anger she wasn’t happy. “Don’t think for a second you’re going to replace Superman I wont hesitate to kill you.” she warned at this point the threat of death might come sooner it wouldn’t take much to set Divine off right now. If that happened she wouldn’t hold back and wouldn’t hold back on her power. In a kill or be killed world you didn’t hold back if you did you would die. That didn’t just apply to the Doomsday clones everyone did it now it’s how one survived this nightmare. Unlike everyone Divine wouldn’t feel bad for a second for what she would do to the woman. She didn’t have that kind of upbringing.

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It would take a person with super human vision to see what happens next. The blur of white and red and blonde that comes crashing through the wall is moving at close to the speed of light when she does so. It's as if she was given the gods own purpose in her movements. She has two bone spikes with her. One in each hands, daggers of assignation that could end any life, freshly snapped off doomsday clones. Her rage seethes off her like a furnace. The only other person who exhibits such rage is The Hulk. Massive, unparalleled and deadly.

The computer in her brain has it all layed out to her, calculated down to nanoseconds. Which gestures to make when, what actions. Imagine if Superman ever learned martial arts? Well, After a quick matrix-style download, Powergirl learned every form of martial arts there was to learn. Tack onto that the ability to conceptually dilate time by thinking actions through at the speed of light. Crunching statistical numbers, analyzing data in every single millisecond that passes to surmise the best course of action for the desired outcome.

The desired outcome? Superwoman's death of course. It had started back on earth. Powergirl had been minding her own business, she was feeling perfectly calm, normal, natural. Then she made the mistake of looking up. She saw a woman with eerie resemblance to Superman. First came sadness, remorse. She misses Clark more than anything else on this earth. The only person she would mourne for more is the loss of her wife Sakkara. In fact, that very mourning is part of what sent her into this madness she now suffers from. When Spiral re-awoke her, she neglected to mention Sakkara was still alive and allowed Powergirl to go insane with grief. The loss of everything she held dear to her was to much for the woman, and she simply cracked.

After the remorse came the memories. The post traumatic shock of nearly dying in the counter strike she lead. After Superman fell, Powergirl gathered all the allies willing and lead a frontal assault on the clones. She killed a few of them with her bare hands and in the end, it took 15 of them to kill her. Overkill really, but she had been carving her way through them. Even then, Powergirl's newly found sense of rage had given her the preternatural force of nature she needed to become a stone cold killer. That was when the madness was born, on the battlefield where true fear lives.

After the memories, came the madness. Who is this woman? What rights does she have to wear that outfit. The only woman on this planet that can wear the red and blue S is blonde and Karen knows exactly where Kara is. She wouldn't dye her hair black. Then the next thought came, what if it was Divine? But karen knew better then that, she could see every iota of detail, she looks nothing like Divine. Divine wouldn't be that stupid.

Then came rage. Sadness led to fear, led to hate, led to rage. She hated seeing supermans colors flying again, she had never really coped with his loss, she hadn't had time. Now her mind is broken, she cannot process emotions propperly, so all that's left is rage. Before the minute ends, she is frothing with green acid. It drools past her gorgeous lips and burns the ground below her. Her eyes spark and crackle with electric blue lightning arcs, cracking and popping at her cheeks and forehead. Fists clenched.

From there, she took off, but not at this woman wearing supermans colors, instead to the nearest city. Rage over comes fear by a long mile, she knew she needed weapons and her logic and reason were overwhelmed by madness. She got lucky, she found, and slaughtered the first doomsday clone she met, and ripped his natural weaponry from his body. After that, she flew to the justice league satelite.

That leaves us where we are. None in the room can move fast enough to stop Powergirl, not with how fast she's going right now. The rage that burns in her has unshackled every single hesitation inside her mind. Every pulled punch, every ounce of graceful execution. All undone by this roaring inferno of rage that has now plummeted Powergirl so far into the deep end she is willing to literally murder a potential ally over something so petty as appearance.

"YOU HAVE NO RIGHT"

She screams with all the volume in her voice. It shakes the entire satelite, as if her ripping through the walls of the hanger wasn't enough, her booming voice may very well rip this satelite appart. But who is this mad god that's come to assasinate her? Laur-El must be thinking. She is dressed as Power girl, a gentle loving woman that was nothing but smiles and silly jokes. Sure she got serious at times, she even got a little mean at times, but nothing so savage as this. Never this violent. And what is this green acid leaking from her mouth, it's like the froathing foam of a mad dog, but it's clearly acid, burning everything it touches save Powergirl's uniform. Finally, Kryptonian eyes never glow blue, they glow red, they especially do not crackle with lightning. So who ever this imposter must be, it can not be Powergirl, then again, Laur-el has found herself in a dimension not her own, anything is possible, isn't it?

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She aims to plunge the first of her daggers into Laur-El's chest. She is aiming for Laur-El's heart, but no doubt Laur-El will dodge. She is likely fast enough to to save her own life, but perhaps not to move completely. The second Doomsday spike is currently on route to Laur-El's right side, between the sixth and seventh ribs, if it hits, it will find her heart, and likely destroy it. Neither have hit yet, but the chance of them doing so is high.

Check.

[john]

As J'onn listened to Laur-El explain herslef, the martian smiled and nodded his head. He understood where she was coming from and the different demensions were no surprise to him, even though J'onn wanted to know more about it. He cleared his throat before speaking, "Yes well you have come to the right place. We would sure like to use your help on taking on the clones knowing that we can't do it just by themselves" he said to Laur-El. "But I want to let you know that you're not alone. There are people, heroes here on the watchtower who care about each other. If you ever need anything, I will be there for you. Come with me" he said as J'onn and Laur-el left the HB and going to the control room.

"As you know it's beed a hard a couple of months since the doomsday clones have taken over. Thanks to our idoitic government unleashing them because they thought that heroes like me would have too much power and be rouge but that isn't the case and now we are now" J'onn explained but then he heard the voice of the other woman he met and never noticed he was following the martian. "Excuse me my friend but she is not here to replace Superman and she is not the-" suddenly out of nowhere Laur-El was hit with full force with someone with total power. This person was too quick for J'onn to sense because of the speed this person has inside of the body, J'onn looked up and it was Power Girl another one of Superman's cousins.

With the fighting going on it started to take an efffect on the watchtower as The Martian Manhunter felt it shake. J'onn and the other heroes couldn't let the watchtower go to waste. If it did where would everyone else go? Back to earth where the doomsday clones are waiting for them? Not a chance. With his super flight speed, he flew up to Karen and Laur-El's fight. Suddenly he heard people running and it was the officers of the watchtowers as they held there guns pointing it at the intruders.

"NO! HOLD YOUR FIRE AND PUT YOUR WEAPONS DOWN!" he called out to the officers as they did what's said.

[laurel]

"Yes well you have come to the right place,” the Martain responded. “We would sure like to use your help on taking on the clones knowing that we can't do it just by themselves" he went on. "But I want to let you know that you're not alone. There are people, heroes here on the Watchtower who care about each other. If you ever need anything, I will be there for you. Come with me."

Laur-El smiled slightly: he was much like M’gann – her concern for others was legend, and it seemed that J’onn J’onzz was cast from the same mould.

"As you know it's beed a hard a couple of months since the doomsday clones have taken over. Thanks to our idiotic government unleashing them because they thought that heroes like me would have too much power and be rouge but that isn't the case and now we are now…"

Laur-El heard it: rumble followed by a scream: “You have no right!”

A body crashed into her, slamming her to the re-enforced titanium decking, the impact tearing a deep gouge in the metal. Laur-El’s instinct was to lash out, to burn her assailant to ashes. But instinct was of course for more base creatures than she – instinct – like emotion – was to be controlled. Supressed. Mastered.

And a good thing: even a cursory glance at the woman’s bio-chemical makeup showed her to be Kryptonian and on this, Jor-El’s directives were clear: Kryptonian life was to preserved at all costs.

Even if it was doing its best to terminate her own.

The attack seemed to be without thought, blind rage incarnate. Like Doomsday itself, the woman had lost all reason, all thought and sought only to destroy.

Pain flared in Laur-El’s side as she felt the woman’s weapon sink into her flesh, blood bursting from the wound and soaking her tunic. She struggled to shove the manic away, but her strength was great and she had the advantage of surprise and she had wounded her as well.

There were few options – especially if the lunatic was to remain undamaged.

Laur-El used a trick she had learned from the Flash, vibrating her body so fast that her molecules became as insubstantial as smoke and she flowed through the mad Kryptonian. The sudden lack of resistance caused the woman to overbalance. It was the nano-second that Laur-El needed. She grasped the woman’s attacking arm with her own and yanked it behind her and between her shoulder blades - at the same time snaking her right arm around the blonde’s neck.

A knee to the base of the spine and she crashed forward, Laur-El anchored to her back, struggling to immobilise her, her right arm tightening around her neck, seeking to slow the blood supply to her brain – “the sleeper” as Helena Wayne liked to call it.

[divine]

Divine turned her glare on J’onn “And how do you know she’s not? How do you know she isn’t lying huh? You don’t know. So you can’t be sure she isn’t here to replace Superman.” she snapped at him. She might have looked like Power Girl even sounded like her but she surely didn’t act like her or even think like her even less so now she wasn’t acting like herself. This really made Divine wonder about a lot of things sure she knew Karen would be mad that some random woman show up wearing Superman’s colors but she didn’t think the blonde would try and kill her before even talking to her.

She frowned and looked down but not at the two at the acid burns on the floor right were Karen and the woman had been standing. She put her hand on J’onn’s forearm to get him to look at her “Something isn’t right here J’onn there’s acid burns on the floor there but there isn’t anything in that area that could cause those and they look fresh. So someone here is leaking acid.” she looked around at the men with the guns no sign of any of them having anything to do with it. “Still want to trust that new woman?” she looked back at the green man. Divine decided not to make a move yet instead just waited and watched Karen was a big girl she could handle herself but if things did get out of hand she would say her sister or mother or whatever you wanted to call the blonde.

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Biomechanical servos whir inside Powergirl's body as she reacts to the reaction of the superwoman. It's true, she is angry, she is filled with hate, but under all that hate is indecision and confusion but under that, is a tactical machine intelligence. Everything the dark haired superwoman was doing registered on a tactical level to Powergirl. When she super speed vibrated her particles through her, she compensated, but the superwoman's speed was enough that the compensation was ineffective. Powergirl will likely employ the same trick if required, but for the moment, she's more interested in feral intent. Gutting and wounding superwoman any way possible. She doesn't get away from the choke hole superwoman puts on her, because there is no need.

Laur-el might be strong enough to constrict the blood flow in Powergirl's neck but it wont be enough. You'd have to hold a Kryptonian in a choke hold indefinitely to bring them unconscious with it. Their blood is so super charged, one drop could probably power an entire human the rest of their natural lives. Never mind actually cutting off the supply of oxygen, so long as powergirl is exposed to a source of yellow sunlight and for a very very long time after exposure ends for what ever reason, none of her homeostatic systems need function propperly for her to maintain life signs and be fully awake.

One of Powergirl's arms is restricted now. She maintains the titanic grip she has on the razor sharp doomsday spike she procured moments ago via slaughtering a doomsday clone. Their natural weaponry was perhaps the only weapon readily available on this planet that would harm Kryptonians. Alass, Powergirl's other hand is still free. That is bad news for Superwoman.

When the blow to Powergirl's spine hits, her eyes widen. The blow was quite powerful, jaring even, cause enough to give her momentary pause. Pause enough for Divine to intervene, if she had so chosen to. Unfortunately she did not and J'onn is to busy wasting his time making sure bullets aren't fired at Kryptonians.

"Ungh!"

Powergirl grunts at the knee to her back, it didn't hurt per se but the pressure was there just the same. It's definitely not enough to stop an enraged Krytponian wielding two very deadly weapons. Her eyes glow with very bright electric blue light, very unlike the red light they normally glow with. Her anger rises.

She flips the shiv in her free hand over and cuts it downward, intent on plowing it into Superwoman's thigh. If she succeeds in her strike, the blade will likely not only cut through skin and muscle, but also bone. Once burried in Superwoman's leg, Powergirl will twist the blade, given the blow hits at all, causing the injury to be grievous indeed. She moves the attack with all the super speed and super strength kryptonians are capable of putting forth, which I might add, is a great deal more what they usually put forth, given they very nearly always pull their punches. How ever, Power girl is doing no such thing at this moment.

Also, the hole Powergirl just carved into Superwoman's side with her first attack would've likely punctured lung and carved her ribs. The ribs are negledgable, but the blood leaking into her lungs should make breathing difficult, at the very least, a slight gurgle would likely be added to her breathing and talking. At worst, she'll be spitting up blood every few seconds as it flows uncontrollably into her respiratory system.

Though in a bit of good news, Power girl seems utterly absorbed in her attention towards Superwoman, giving J'onn and Divine the window they need to propperly restrain her before she kills Superwoman, as it would seem, given her current disposition and method of attack, that superwoman's life is of little concern to her. Though they should probably take advantage sooner rather than later.

[john]

Seeing the window of opportunity, J’onn motions for the officers to separate the two from causing any damage. “Separate them…NOW!” he said in a sharp tone as the officers did what they were told. As they went to the two woman, J’onn could see that it wouldn’t be easy for them to be held back. Heck, he didn’t even imagine something like this going down today at the watchtower. If these two would have continuing fighting, it would of done tremendous damage to the watchtower. Despite Divine’s comments, J’onn couldn’t see any thing of evil inside of Laur-El but she was right about one thing, the acid bus on the floor, that look fresh. J’onn noticed that and something didn’t seem right for what he was seeing.

“We’ll deal with that later” he told Divine and leaving from her he walked up to the officers trying to restrain the two woman before speaking. J'onn finally broke the two up himself before the other officers did. “What in the world is wrong with you guys!?” he asked out loud as his voice was clear as ever before he looked at Power Girl. “What gives with you coming up here and attacking Laur-El? Just because she’s wearing the attire doesn’t mean she represents a threat or mean any harm and you come up here for no reason just to attack! That means no common sense at all!” he scolded her but sensed nothing from her, meaning that she was something else. This wasn’t the old Karen for some reason, may look like her but still nothing.

He walked over to Laur-El. “Please Laur-El, stop, no more fighting…BOTH OF YOU” he said as his voice was loud and clear, looking at Laur-El then at PG before looking at Laur-El again. “Please, let me get help for you and for Power Girl but in separate rooms” he pleaded. Another fight and this watchtower would be history and J’onn would never allow that to happen.

[laurel]

Laur-El thought the Martian had said something... but... she couldn't be sure. She released the Kryptonian woman and staggered back.

The daggers had penetrated deep... too deep. She tried to analyse the damage with her x-ray vision, but it failed her her.

Pain...

She staggered and fell to her knees. As her life's blood bubbled out over her lips, the irony was not lost to her. Sent from one Universe to another that she may be spared she had been murdered by her kin.

Somewhere, Alexis Luthor would be laughing.

Laur-El, last daughter of Krypton, had breathed her last.