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Rumors of a Droid Factory (Late Afternoon 10/1 2018)

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Onboard the Star Destroyer where James, Alexandra, Kara, Diana and others are currently located.
Said Star Destroyer and the others ships are cloaked and shielded.
Dr. Alexandra Kirk is using Force Stealth and her husband Captain James T. Kirk is using Force Blank.

 

 

Kara Zor-El (DM)
Kara was walking through one of the many, giant hallways of the Star Destroyer. One that was cloaked as always. Mr and Mrs Kirk were also using Force Blank and Force Stealth, respectively. Did she have any particular task at hand? Sort of, kind of. A datapad was within one of her hands and she was offering smiles to those who passed her on the way. Once she approached a few stationed guard, Kara viewed the datapad. ”Soo… we got an accident that needs tending to.” She said to one of the Death Troopers. ”Caused by Lt, Commander Whiskers.” Again? Wonderful. Then to another guard. ”Scotty needs some assistance down in Engineering.” To which the Death Trooper grunted. ”Sorry, I— I don’t your names. But uhh… I need these things looked into.” Kara smiled at them both as they slowly made their way to their respective tasks given to them by Kara. Then there was Lt. Commander Whiskers running past her! ”H–hey! I got tasks for you too, Whiskers!” Did the kitty listen?! No. Or maybe he was blatantly ignoring said potential tasks for now.

 

Helveraccoon
“Ah. Something new to worry about?” There he was, curled atop a fidgeting Death Trooper. The poor soldier was clearly unsure of how to deal with the fluffy creature, and seemed very relieved when the raccoon hopped down from his helmet and padded over to Kara. “Something important?”

 

 

Kara Zor-El (DM)
Kara had removed her glasses for a moment, rubbing her eyes just as she heard the voice of Helveraccoon. ”Nothing /super/ important but still things that needs to get done.” Kara smiled towards the raccon, putting the glasses on once more. ”Just some minor things. Nothing worth worrying about.” But they needed seeing to, all the same. Things had been a bit quiet around here. Too quiet, in a sense. Their enemy was still there, threat always present. Yet nothing bad had happened. ”How are you?” She asked.

 

 

 

Helveraccoon
“I’m well, although I’m having a hard time finding things to do. Aside from missions issued by Kirk, I have no purpose on this ship. Just waiting for orders and making these black-armored buffoons uncomfortable.” He bared his teeth in something resembling a smile. “Yourself?”

Kara Zor-El (DM)
Ah! That was one of the things right there. Missions. Usually issued by Kirky/Jimmy. ”I think most of us do. And as one of the Captains onboard it should be down to me to make sure there are things to do.” No matter how trivial they might appear. ”I just want to make him proud. And Alex.” Wanting to do a good job. It wasn’t only on her, though. ”But… Han spoke to Alex a few days ago. About secret Imperial bases? On Naboo?” Kara figured he might be interested.

 

 

Helveraccoon
Interested indeed. He looked up sharply, eyes aglow and ears perking. “Secret Imperial bases! Intriguing.” Speaking of secret bases, Kirk had entirely forgotten to ask him what he’d found during his private sojourn on Naboo, after the rest of the Crew had returned to the ship. “Very interesting. Am I allowed to know more? Or rather, are you allowed to enlighten me?”

Kara Zor-El (DM)
”I think I’m allowed to do both. And I feel like I should.” There wasn’t much to tell at this point. Due to it being secret and all that. ”Han Solo is one of our allies. And according to Alex, he’s aware of these bases. Even sent coordinates.” The exact number was never mention. So maybe two woth of note with even more being established? ”I know Alex wants atleast one investigated this week. As in finding out about troops, weapons and technology. All of that.” Not to mention it was, infact, on Naboo. ”Imperial presence on a planet that tries to maintain peace? There’s… gotta be something going on.”

 

 

Helveraccoon
“More than you know,” the raccoon admitted, a devious grin crossing his snout. “It’s possible that the Imperials have come in response to what I found. Perhaps my little finding wasn’t such a secret after all.”

Kara Zor-El (DM)
”F—finding?” Kara blinked, looking around them. ”As in… secret finding?” The raccoon knew something. But what? When? ”Are you allowed to enlighten me?” He should be! You’re a Captain, Kara.

 

 

Helveraccoon
“Were it left up to me, I’d leave you in the dark,” he answered, his grin lessening as he climbed Kara’s shoulders. “And in any case, I might not tell you everything. However, if you give me an order, I’ll have to do it. Captain, crewman – you know the drill.”

Kara Zor-El (DM)
”Right.” Kara said slowly. Jimmy had told her to be cautious around the raccoon. And he was right in saying so. That being said, she still did her outmost to be kind. Came rather naturally for the Kryptonian. She glanced to him as he climbed her shoulders. ”In that case, my first order will be that you tell me everything I need to know about this finding.” That could work. Maybe? ”Since we’ll be going down there sooner rather than later what you know might help a great deal.”

 

 

Helveraccoon
“Everything you need to know? That’s awfully vague, captain. I suppose I’ll start with the essentials then.” Bringing his nose up to her cheek, he looked into her eye sideways. His eyes were still blue – not channeling the Dark Side, nor being malicious. “After you lot had returned here, I decided to follow the signal I’d been sensing for a while. My suspicions were confirmed. Droids – and not just spiders. Assassin probes, of all things. Curious, no?”

Kara Zor-El (DM)
Her blue eyes glanced to that of the raccoon. Was it vague? Somewhat yes. Perhaps it was delivered in that way due to her being uncertain if the raccoon would be vague as well or not. The essentials were good. A good start. ”What was this signal that you ‘sensed’?” Would heard be the accurate word? Maybe he sensed differently or something. ”More droids? You saw these following the signal?” That would mean that the Empire most likely had a hand in it all.

Helveraccoon
“Signal, as in being able to sense advanced technology at work. Magitechnological divination – useful for locating droids and other machines, especially considering you can’t do it with the Force.” His eyes practically smirked all by themselves. “More droids, yes. An entire droid factory, in fact – carefully concealed with only one entrance – underwater. They’ve been using submarines similar in make to the Gungan ones to ferry their droids to the surface.”

Kara Zor-El (DM)
Hmm. Yeah, something like that. The Force couldn’t sense it, that was true. Kara would be able to /hear/ the droids, once acivated. But not sense them. ”That’s right. None of us would be able to sense them. Aside from you.” Everyone had their own unique set of skills. Where one might not be able to see or heard, another might. ”An entire droid factory. Underwater.” Not good. ”No wonder they’ve been managing to hide that.” As far as she knew, the waters were mostly left alone. ”Completely off the radar without anyone knowing.”

 

 

Helveraccoon
“‘They’? Don’t jump to conclusions, captain.” The raccoon’s eyes narrowed slyly. “I never said the Empire was behind it.”

Kara Zor-El (DM)
Raised a brow then. ”I— I never jumped to any conclusion. No, I merely meant that… whoever ‘they’ are have managed to remain hidden for who knows how long.” Nice save, Kara. Real nice. ”But they totally could be. Just saying.”

 

 

Helveraccoon
“They most certainly are /not/,” Helveraccoon informed her. “If anything, they’re probably looking for the factory, too. The last thing the Empire needs is unrest like a droid invasion – I imagine they think you’re behind it.” His tail curled around her shoulder to flick gently at her cheek.

Kara Zor-El (DM)
So he /knew/ they were not behind it? How? That was odd. He sounded so certain. ”And they could use those droids and cast the blame on us.” Since that seemed to be the thing here. The Empire thinking the droids were /theirs/. ”Then there’s a third, unknown party involved. Somehow.”

Helveraccoon
“Surely it’s not so difficult to imagine?” Flick, flick. “It would be foolish to think that you and the Empire are the only two forces active at any given time. However, in this case, the truth might make you unhappy.” Nuzzle. Flick.

Kara Zor-El (DM)
Well… the galaxy is a big place, after all. ”Not entirely, no.” Kara admitted. But who could it be? Someone that was trying to point the blame at either side? ”Why? You know even more about the ones behind the droids?”

Helveraccoon
“There are many things I know, Kara.” Flick, flick. A serious look was levelled at her, only a few inches away from her face. “These secrets are yours because I have no use for you not knowing them. I’ve gotten what I wanted.” Flick. /Flick/. “But yes. The ones behind the droid production are none other than Rebels.”

Freya Silverhart
*Freya walks in wearing what looks to be just a towel as her hair was dripping wet, she grabs herelf a glass of tropical juice before turning and looking at everyone with a smile after taking a sip* hey

Kara Zor-El (DM)
Kara watched the raccoon for a moment as he spoke. He knew many things. Most of them did. Some of which were known, whereas others weren’t. ”Soo… these Rebels would be the same Rebels as we are? On our side?” Unless they were rebels against /both/ the Empire and the Rebellion. Kara blinked as Freya appeared. ”Ahh… hello! How are you?” Putting on a friendly smile.

 

 

Freya Silverhart
hmmm refreshed *she said with a smile drinking more juice before she walks over* and yourself?

Kara Zor-El (DM)
Refreshed? Well that was always a positive feeling. One that wasn’t always easily achieved. So she nodded once. ”That’s great. I’m glad to hear it.” Adjusting her glasses somewhat. ”I’m just… making sure things are alright. Stable. Getting things done.” Along with getting useful information from Helveraccoon.

 

 

Helveraccoon
“Ah, the city hag. Just in time for a report, of sorts.” The raccoon smiled at Freya, his tail still floofing Kara’s face. “From what I could discern, they’re Rebels just like you. Or rather, /were/. It would seem they’ve grown weary with such tedious things as war ethics, and have begun building droids by themselves in an attempt to do things their way.” Of course, there was more to it than that. Unfortunately, that was where his information for Kara ended, and his own ends came into play.

Freya Silverhart
do i look like a hag to you? *she asked placing a hand on her hip as she looks at Raccoon*

Helveraccoon
“Yes,” he answered, smile widening. “You look like you, and you’re a hag.” The raccoon’s claws drummed idly on Kara’s shoulderblade.

Kara Zor-El (DM)
Kara looked in between the two. They were getting along. Ish. Kinda. Going by what had been said, these Rebels were doing their own thing. Tired of war and so on. It tired one out, eventually. ”Which means that if someone spoke to them, they might join our ranks.” Or maybe they wished to be left alone. Even so, those droids would pose a threat unless dealt with. ”Let’s not resort to name calling.” Kara advised.

Freya Silverhart
you look like you and you’re a little shit *She said walking over and dirnking her juice then looks to Kara*

Helveraccoon
“This is not a case where leniency will win the day, Captain,” the raccoon warned. “These are the rebels that decided this war you’re fighting hasn’t been brutal enough. They’re ready to bring the fight to uninvolved civilians if it means getting one up over the Empire, even if they have to use unmanned droids to do their dirty work for them.” His stare seemed to deepen. “The time for talking is over. They want blood, and if I were you, captain, I’d give them blood – their own.” Suddenly that fluffy tail flicking Kara’s face didn’t seem quite as soft.

Kara Zor-El (DM)
That sounded bad. Really bad. ”Then they’re no better than the Empire.” Atleast by the sounds of it. But she would have to gauge the situation for herself, when it was time to get there. If they had seen what transpired this summer, they would know just how brutal it had been. ”Jimmy wanted the droids reprogrammed.” To be used against their enemy. ”A fight seems to be very likely from what you’ve told me. But we need as many of those droids intact.”

Helveraccoon
“The perks of being a technomancer, Cap’n,” he reminded her, suddenly quite cheery. “You can bust things up; I can fix things up.” A playful nuzzle, and and earnest glance. “If I can get back on Naboo… remember what I told Mrs. Kirk? As long as I have the droids’ location and frequency, I could deactivate them. Of course, getting them off-world to properly reprogram is a different beast altogether…”

Freya Silverhart
*Freya places the glass down and vanishes*

Kara Zor-El (DM)
Technomancer. That was what the raccoon was. Or one of the things. Very handy skill to have. ”Yeah. I remember you telling her about that.” Location and frequency. ”Sadly we have neither.” Kara admitted. ”What we have are locations for hidden Imperial ones. Not rogue Rebel bases. Ones underwater.” Hmm… getting them off planet was the tricky part. ”Yep. That would be the difficulty. Getting them off of Naboo.”

Helveraccoon
“Vexing indeed.” He might be able to find the droids on his own, but gathering a collective frequency and transforming it into something he could modify en masse would be terribly time-consuming and impractical. “And the Imperials are as much a threat as these extremists.” There was a word for them. “But perhaps, this is a chance…”

Kara Zor-El (DM)
”With droids like that and a thirst for blood. Yep. Big time.” Threats galore. On a planet that had a signed peace treaty. Though he did say something curious. ”What do you mean?” He mentioned a chance. ”What chance?”

Helveraccoon
“Me, Captain!” He suddenly corkscrewed off her shoulder and stared up at her, a glint in his suddenly-orange eyes. “Officially, I’m still an agent of the Emperor – a Sith Lord, in fact. Which is to say I probably outrank any Imperials on Naboo.” He grinned.

Kara Zor-El (DM)
Kara watched him as he corkscrewed off of her shoulder, listening to the words uttered by him. Outranking. Him. He was onto something. ”You’re suggesting we used that rank in our favor.” She was guessing. That was what she got from that. ”Say we did – what then? What would you do?”

 

 

Helveraccoon
“Simplify things. I’ll lead the Imperials straight down into the droid factory and have them fight the extremists in your stead.” He rubbed his paws together, a look that just screamed ‘SCHEME’ stealing over his furry face. “And then, once they’re there, I could do any number of things. Abandon them underwater, bring them back up and tell them ‘job well done, now off you go’. I can get them to fight, Captain, and whichever side I’m on will win. What I do afterwards falls to you.” His gaze /sharpened/. “Once the extremists are defeated, whatever Imperial forces are on Naboo will be under my command. And I’m under yours. Their fates ultimately fall to you, Captain.”
“Or perhaps, through them, some sort of alliance might be formed. The possibilities are many.”

Kara Zor-El (DM)
The idea was… well, an idea. But was it a good one? Was it what they stand for? Kara wasn’t sure. She was processing what was being said. Alex was aware of the Imperial presence on Naboo. They all were. The droid location, less so. She didn’t wish to kill anyone unless necessary. Gee, what would Alex and James suggest in a situation like this? ”Is there a way to get droinds without any fighting?” She wasn’t sure which side sounded the worst. Extremists were dangerous in the way that they did just about anything. Sometimes without any reason. ”If the Imperials are there, they’ll put the blame on us.” Though he mentioned alliance. ”Between the extremists and the Imperials? You think they’d agree to that?”

Helveraccoon
“No. But perhaps afterwards a truce might be formed between this contingent of Imperial forces and us, if we make it clear beforehand that you’re opposed to the extremists on Naboo and aren’t affiliated with them. Otherwise, if you’d prefer to remain out of the way, it would be best to remain inconspicuous, and I’ll send the Imperials away having succeeded in their mission and commendations to whoever earns them.” Leadership was not something he was at all used to, but he had a keen eye for character. “And if the Imperials have Ion weapons, they could be very useful in the deactivation of the droids – and, by extension, the neutralization of the extremists.” To the raccoon, it was all coming together. Of course, his plans hinged on his being able to take command, which, while possible, was by no means guaranteed.

Kara Zor-El (DM)
Oh goodness. How would they get around this? They needed those droids. Or atleast that was what Kirk had said he wanted. Kara wanted to honor that wish. A truce between Imperial forces and them was… well this summer was personal. Was it clouding reason? Perhaps so. ”While in reality we’re opposed to both.” Tricky. Very tricky indeed. ”The droids are the important thing. So we need the best and… well, safest way of getting those.” That was the focus. As for how to make it most efficient, she wasn’t so sure. Ion. She had heard about that being effective against droids. ”I have a feeling Alex would want that tech as well.”

Helveraccoon
Helveraccoon began organizing priorities in his head. One – the droids. Two – principles. No innocent civilians to be harmed, and as little loss of life as possible. Three – dealing with the now-doubled danger on Naboo. A few more questions remained, the most pressing of which was: “Do you want to claim the droid factory, or would it be better to destroy it? A powerful tool, but trying to keep it intact would make the operation that much more difficult.

Kara Zor-El (DM)
A valid question. Tricky, too. Which one did /she/ want? During these discussions, everyone had a say. And there would be such a time. Just before the mission kicked off. Writer is thinking tomorrow and/or during the weekend. Whenever possible. ”Destroying it might be better. For those of Naboo as well.” That was her mindset right there. ”Else it might end up in the wrong hands again.”

Helveraccoon
Having no use for the droid factory himself, the Sith Lord was fully prepared to go along with whatever plan was decided. “True.” Something he wasn’t sure of: “Does Naboo belong to the Empire? I know they were allied with the Republic, back in the day. What’re the politics looking like?”

Kara Zor-El (DM)
Politics wasn’t really her strong suit. Nor did she knew all /too/ much about the politics of Naboo. ”No they’re actually one of the planets not currently under its rule.” Only a matter of time, most likely. ”A supposed peace treaty was signed between Naoob and The Empire. Sora Green is the one that… well, rules Naboo. He’s the senator.” So it was probably still like in the Republic days. ”Me and Kirky got a fine for saving the people. Or rather he did for carrying a rifle.” Not that they paid it, however. ”I think some of the rules are a bit… weird.”

Helveraccoon
“Hmm…” Factor in. Twist around. Savor. Extrapolate. Sitting on his haunches, the raccoon sorted through everything and began formulating something coherent at the end, scheming almost unconsciously. “That certainly complicates things. If Naboo isn’t an Imperial planet, then the soldiers I intend to direct won’t have lawful access to their weapons. Not to mention this world is close to the Outer Rim; the Empire is less than popular out here.” Come on, raccoon, /think/. How to weave your way through all of this? Maybe Kara has an idea. He looked up at her, keeping his gaze carefully neutral.

Kara Zor-El (DM)
”Ah, yeah. Weapons. They’re not allowed.” That might surprise the raccoon. Kirk and Kara had been just as surprised by it by the time they touched down there. ”Not even the guards carry them.” Which was why merely one assassin droid was extremely dangerous. ”So if these extremists were to take over they would only have to use a handful of them.” Technically speaking. ”Yeah. More the reason for them to occupy it given the chance.” The situation wasn’t clear cut. One of many reasons Alex wanted to get to the bottom of it. ”What /if/ these extremists and the Imperials on the planet are secretly working together?”

 

 

Helveraccoon
The raccoon pondered this notion for a moment before shaking his head. “I very much doubt it. The extremists hate the Empire even more than you do – to the point that they’re willing to fuck over the people they claim to be fighting for in order to win. You’re fighting for the same ends, you and them, but what divides you is principles and scruples. What you’re /not/ willing to do to win.” He gave Kara a pointed look. “There are lines, Captain, that I know you’re not going to cross, because it is wrong to you. These people are those who will cross those lines.” His glare softened as he continued measuredly: “In some ways, they’re the greatest weapon the Rebellion has. But because of moral reasons, you’ll never be able to work together.” So there it was – a three-way deadlock, until a captain decided what was to be done. “I can’t see them working together… but stranger things have happened.” Nothing was to be totally discounted until proof was had.

Kara Zor-El (DM)
It was true. Some of her actions were driven by emotions. Some by morals. Once she holds onto. Quite strongly, too. It wasn’t impossible they were working together but perhaps unlikely, for lack of a better word. Nodding. Pondering. Just as she paced said hallway for a moment. ”If I did what they do to win, I’d be no better than them.” Kara stated. ”And we are. Have to be.” Better than the extremists and better than the Empire. According to Helveraccoon, talking was a no go. Did that mean it would be impossible? Maybe, maybe not. A deep breath was taken. ”I want everyone to hear about this. Tomorrow.” Since writer has to go in about two hours time. ”We’ll give everyone a chance to share ideas or thoughts. Like we always do.” However there would have to be a choice made down the line. ”If possible, we should go as a smaller group. Either they’ll be intimidated. Or a fight will happen.” One or the other, they needed those droids.

 

 

Helveraccoon
“So it shall be.” The raccoon nodded and smiled inwardly. In truth, there /was/ something left for him on Naboo. Something he had been craving since he’d fought Sha’nas on Felucia. Helveraccoon wanted a fight, a bloody, bolter-firing, saber-slashing storm of blood and plasma. And in truth, he didn’t care who he would end up fighting; Imperials, extremists or both, as long as he finally got to let loose. Otherwise, he’d be /sorely/ disappointed.

Kara Zor-El (DM)
Alex was itching for a fight too. Although that would have to wait until the boy was born. Until then it would be Kara on the frontlines. With the others. ”Yeah. I mean there’s plenty for us to do.” Kara smiled. ”No shortage of troubles that needs dealing with.” That much was certain. And this was deemed important. Extremists and now Imperials. None of them good.

Helveraccoon
“Indeed not.” Sometimes it was difficult to see his end on the other side of the red mist through which he walked, but he couldn’t lose sight of it. Couldn’t – wouldn’t jeopardize it, even for a grand old time of breaking heads. Scurrying up Kara’s body, the raccoon happily settled on Kara’s head, heart pulsing steadily against her hair. It was a long way from here to there, but at least the top of Kara’s head was warm. “No shortage of obstacles.” To be twisted and manipulated.

Kara Zor-el (DM)
”An entire galaxy of it. Obstacles… enemies…” More than one galaxy. She had been to a planet where evil versions of certain heroes existed. Earth-X. It was a horrid place, even though she never personally set foot there. Alex did though. ”We’ll get through this. No matter how dark or grim it might seem.” Positive. Had to keep thinking positive and not lose sight of that.

Helveraccoon
“You’re very optimistic,” Helveraccoon observed, shifting about to get comfortable. “Is that real confidence, or desperate faith?” He genuinely wanted to know.

Kara Zor-El (DM)
She didn’t know, truth be told. Either? Bit of both? Faith was something that had changed a tad after she encountered the Cult of Rao. One that eventually worshipped Supergirl. That wasn’t what she wanted. ”I’m confident in those that I love and care about.” Which was those onboard this very ship. ”And I have faith in them.” So it seemed to be a bit of both here. ”If I didn’t have faith in them, then how could I be confident?” She asked.

 

 

Helveraccoon
“Eloquently put,” the raccoon said, approval plain in his little growly voice. “Faith in them, to pull through. And faith in the universe, to not drop an anvil on your head out of nowhere?” He chuckled lightly.

 

 

Kara Zor-El (DM)
Kara smiled for a moment then. ”I try.” She was trying. Everyday. A new test. Even for The Girl of Steel. ”Faith. Strong word. Even strong emotion.” Nodding. Anvil dropping on her head? Not today. ”That would have to be one impressive anvil for it to work on me.” She added with a smile.

 

 

Helveraccoon
Oh? He was somewhat tempted to just summon one right above them, to see what might happen. Of course, he was confident that neither of them would be harmed, let alone dead. “That’s definitely confidence, right there. Shall we put it to the test?”

Kara Zor-El (DM)
Raised a brow at that. ”Wait… you’re seriously considering dropping an anvil? Right now?” Well, yes, it was a display of confidence right there. ”Ooorrrr it could just be knowing what I can or can’t do.” Also possible.

Helveraccoon
“We never know anything for certain, dear Kara,” the raccoon said, his lazy smile suddenly becoming a leer. Reaching into his satchel, he produced a faintly glowing red rock. Small enough to be clenched in the raccoon’s little paw, but enough for Kara to feel its warping effects. “So, that anvil…”

 

 

Kara Zor-El (DM)
She wasn’t sure what she was seeing or hearing right now. The way he spoke was also suspicious. Nothing was ever certain, some would claim. The rock she saw made her move backwards slightly. ”I don’t know what that is but you need to put it away.” Whatever it was, it was bad. ”And that’s an order.”

 

 

 

Helveraccoon
The raccoon’s smile widened, exposing nasty, somewhat-yellowed fangs. His eyes suddenly blazed red-orange, fur standing on end as he looked down from his position atop her head. Abruptly, as if out of nowhere, a massive amount of tension had gathered; The raccoon was putting out a tremendous level of passive Force energy, to the point of forcing several Death Troopers to their knees. The air seemed on the verge of electrifying. “Don’t like it? How curious. Anyway, you’re the captain; away it goes.” A flick downwards, and the rock had vanished into that oddly deep satchel that always hung off his shoulder. In the same instant, that vicious power had evaporated as well, leaving the air feeling several times lighter and a number of Death Troopers dazedly rising to their feet. The raccoon was back to normal, idyllicaly curled on Kara’s head, tail gently flicking the back of her neck. “Is there any cider left?”

Kara Zor-El (DM)
Kara might have felt all of that too. Whatever it was. If it was a form of mind control, she wouldn’t have. But it was possible she felt the air change. As if electricity was in the air. No, no she didn’t like what it was making the Death Troopers do. For seemingly no reason, at that. They didn’t didn’t kneel to her. Nor should they. Breathing in and out – out and in. ”What was that?” Kara asked, unsure what had just happened. Then he asked about cider. Right. ”There should be.” Her eyes going to the Death Troopers in question.

 

 

Helveraccoon
“Mm.” Hopping gently from her head, the raccoon swiftly vanished amidst the bottles, fluffy tail waving over the bartop as he searched for his favourite drink. “Oh, ‘Ere We Go…”

Kara Zor-El (DM)
Kara folded her arms as the raccoon was searching for his cider drink. ”That rock.” She asked once more. ”You didn’t tell me what it was.” Clearly something dangerous.

 

 

Helveraccoon
“Little something I found out in… Space.” He seemed far more concerned with opening this fresh bottle of cider than answering the question. “Was flying around in Triffie, looking for… stuff… and I saw something pretty interesting. This green, glowy meteorite passing through a crimson cosmic cloud. Funky shit, right?” The cap came off, and the raccoon gave a little victorious arm pump. “When the meteorite emerged, it was starting to turn red! I was curious, maybe I could use it for… experiments, or whatever. But it turned out to be pretty useless.” He shrugged and began chugging.

 

 

Kara Zor-El (DM)
First green and now red. Her mind went to Kryptonite. But she would have felt it if it was. This was something else. Or it wasn’t a large enough quantity to have any major impact. ”A green metorite and then turned red?” Sounded weird. And dangerous. Something to look into perhaps. Sadly, writer has to go to bed due to class tomorrow. ”Okay.” Kara nodded, though did wave her finger at him. ”This discussion isn’t over.” Nope. Only for the time being. ”But I gotta find Whiskers. And I need to check up on Alex and James.” Kara said. Which was the truth. Had to make sure everything was alright.

 

 

Helveraccoon
“You do that, Captain. I’ll be here, with my trusty apple juice.” The raccoon waved rather cutely before happily returning to the large bottle.

Kara Zor-El (DM)
A nod, followed by a friendly smile was given. Captain Kara. Still some getting used to. ”And tomorrow we’ll get everyone together and decide the next step.” That was what Alex usually said. And it was what they needed to do. ”Goodnight.” Kara said, before making her way in the direction of the room that is Jim’s and Alex’s. She would be sure to tell them about what happened.

Helveraccoon
“Goodnight,” Helveraccoon called. Tapping the bottle, he grinned. “I wonder how many of your family members I can slaughter before sunrise, cider.”

 

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