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Talk About Timing...

While chaos was going on in the city, a level below the Living Areas, the rest of the ship was functioning normally. Stacy, apparently oblivious to goings on in the city, likely do to her malfunctioning sensors there, carried on with ship business.

||Pod Release Protocols Initating,|| Stacy's familiar voice sounded out to the upper levels, though no one was there to hear her. They were all downstairs, fighting for their lives against giant cockroaches.

In the Pod Caverns, there were the sounds of: Pop. Pop pop pop. Poppuhpoppoppop. KASCHUNKhiiiiiiiissssss.

The usual condensation and mist sprayed out from cracks in the pods, they ripped open and the people inside slid out onto the floors, covered in slime. One of them, due to his mechanical nature, slid out covered in a sort of oil mixture, in a smaller body than he'd once had.

Pop. Poppop. KASCHUNKhiiiiiissss.

There was no one already freed from the ship to greet them, only Stacy herself, and the empty silence of a ship caught in the middle of a crisis.

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A multitude of answers shot from Kara's brain to her tongue.

Instead, perhaps wisely, she held her tongue this time.

A small smile rises to her lips, though. My body, huh? Dork.

It's likely a little clearer to her why he's been so snarky. Classic 'pull on the pretty girl's pigtails' playground behavior, just all verbal. He, on the other hand, despite his massive intellect, has no idea why he's feeling slightly ill around her. Increased sweat gland production, shortness of breath, inability to concentrate...

Is there some sort of airborne contagion on the ship? That's an alarming possibility...

In between twiddling his fingers--for lack of an omnicom to keep his hands busy--he notices her smile.

"What's so amusing?"

"What?" Kara asks, turning her head to look at him. "Nothing. Just...you're such a guy. I mean, a total pansy in some ways. But...such a guy."

"A pansy? I can't believe you'd cling to such 20th century Earth notions that intellectualism and intelligence are an indication of a lack of intrepidity or masculinity--not that I should even be subject to human gender roles given I'm an entirely different species."

He crosses his arms again. "As for the rest, I have no idea what you're talking about. Yes, I am a male, and I hope you don't want applause for stating the obvious."

"You know, sweetie," Kara artificially cooed. "For such a smart guy...you've got all the common sense of a flat Diet Soder."

"That analogy was hardly cogent."

They were now fwooshed into a room that had tons and tones of racks of stuff. A warehouse that went miles and miles.

"What is this, Stacy? A repository for the belongings of everyone you have trapped in stasis?"

||The Weapons and Possessions Lockers.||

He immediately starts looking for his stuff. "If you see a small computer about this tall by this wide--" he holds his hands to show the size and shape of something about the size of a calculator. "--or a ring with the letter 'L' on it, point them out to me."

"Do we get our uniforms back too?" Kara asked. The...thing...she was wearing was ridiculously uncomfortable. And weird.

She looked through some of the stacks and picked up whatever she found that belonged to her.

"Umm, is your computer a specific color?"

||Negative.||

They're stuck with the clothes. But accessories like belts are there--she might find a certain yellow belt and belt-loops do form in the bodysuits when necessary. No boots or shoes though.

"Aha!" Brainy lifts his belt off of a shelf, with much of his standard equipment and tools attached to it like they always are. And over there is his omnicom. There's even a trans-suit, transparent and durable that goes over whatever he's wearing to make him space capable. He tugs it on over the plant suit, where it seals and appears to disappear, then puts on his belt, picks up his omnicom, and uses it to scan for--

There it is.

Brain tucks his omnicom into its holder on his belt for a moment, picking up his flight ring and putting it on, immediately floating several feet in the air to make sure nothing has made it go inert.

"Much better," he says, taking his omnicom out again.

Kara grumbled and searched the room until her eyes fell on...

"Oh thank you."

She picked up her yellow belt - with an S-shield buckle - and slid it through the newly formed loops of her outfit-thing. Next came her cape, which she also threw onto her back. It fit with her bodysuit perfectly.

"Can I at least change the colour of this thing? Maybe throw on the crest of the family of El?"

Yes, she's a girl. She likes to match.

"How are you related to Superman?" Brainy asks, typing like crazy into his omnicom. "I had assumed from your last name, but much cultural information about Kryptonians, such as naming schemes, has been lost by my time. I can't use it to place the exact relation."

"I'm his cousin," Kara replies as-a-matter-of-factly. "On Krypton, when we're born, the girls take their father's name as their surname. My father..." There's a moment of silence where her face grows cold and impassive. Her eyes though...they come to life, and not with merriment or snark. They're haunted. Sad. "My father was Zor-El, brother to Jor-El. If I marry another Kryptonian - which won't, like, happen since there aren't any left - I would take his family's name as my last name. So, y'know, if Drif-Sel had actually ever liked me and we'd gotten married, my name would've been Kara-Sel." A pause. "Maybe that name wasn't the best example..."

It's entirely possible that he transcribed all she said--after all, Krypton had long since been dead, and much of the historical information about it forgotten. Information like that should be preserved, just as Trom's lore and history should be as well.

"How did you survive?"

Her eyebrows knit together. Inspite of the obvious pain on her face, her beauty isn't diminished. "My...dad...sent me to Earth in a prototype spaceship before Krypton was destroyed." ~~So I could kill my cousin.~~

"Which, given your lack of presence on Earth and Supergirl being someone other than yourself when the Legion was trapped in the past, I'm deducing that your ship arrived much later on Earth than Superman's did, effectively giving him time to age while you were in stasis. Interesting."

He's a total insensitive clod.

She looks at him darkly. "And yet, while you guys have the old Supergirl in your records, there's nothing about me? Oh, that's really good. Nice to know I'm gonna make a freakin' name for myself." She crosses her arms and looks away from him. "Look. I don't want to discuss my tragic past and my quote unquote secret origin with you. You want answers? Go talk to Power Girl or someone."

"No, she wasn't in our records--or may have been. I have little interest in Earth history. Cosmic Boy is the one fascinated with it, not myself. Superman is the hero predominantly remembered," he clarifies.

"I met the other Supergirl. Personally. When the Legion was trapped in the past, she requested my assistance resolving a phenomenon afflicting the town she protected. Superman had seen my work helping to resolve the situation with the Sun-Eater and referred her to me."

"I know. Leesburg. I've read up on her." She turns to look at Braniac. "She's a hell of a lot to live up to, considering she wasn't even Kryptonian."

"She managed to emotionally manipulate me into helping her despite the fact that I normally refuse to have any dealings with magic."

He doesn't look horribly put-out by that, though.

"She was quite talented."

"..." He liked her too? Grrrrrr.

Wait! Wait wait wait.

And Kara was jealous why?

"Of. Course. She. Was." Her breath came out as icy cold as her words.

He'd been an IDIOT over her. But then realized he wasn't interested in her for more than a pretty face. There was just something about long, blonde hair...

"Regardless, it's better that I know little about your future. This way, you won't learn anything that could result in a paradox."

"Right," Kara said, completely, inexplicably annoyed by the dreamy look in his eyes. "Because that would be terrible."

"It could cause myself to cease to exist, and whatever influence the Legion had on your past cease to exist, grievously damaging the timeline. Yes. That would be bad."

Hmm.

Wait a moment...

He's frowning at his omnicom, trying to figure something out.

"Oh no. You would...oh...now that would be tragic!" she snapped. "I'd be so very heartbroken." And then noting his expression, slowly, she said, "I don't like that look..."

"There's an unusual signal that might mean--"

He tweaks the sensors on his omnicom a bit, and then the expression changes to a very, VERY happy one. At least happy for him.

"I'm registering an active Legion flight ring several levels above us," he says, looking up from his omnicom with wide eyes.

"Oh yay. There's more of you. I can hardly wait." She folds her arms. "Are they all as prissy as you are, or are some of them actually normal?"

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