Once those who decided to go along on the mission were gathered on the Obs Deck and had time to go over the mission briefing, the detachment procedures began.

As with the missions before, the doors to the Obs Deck closed before it detached itself from Stacy, tethered by a massive umbilical cord. Those who had been on missions before would find the experience familiar if still somewhat unpleasant, but for those of whom this was their first mission, the sudden lack of gravity and lurching feeling as they entered the atmosphere would come as a surprise.

Thankfully though, the ride was quickly over as they landed safely on the planet below, the gravitational dampeners of the Obs Deck gently dropping the crew members back on their feet. One of the walls opened up, forming a ramp to the ground below. There was a sudden, slight gust of air as the door opened as the thick air rushed in. Even so, the air felt quite warm and refreshing.

Looking outside, the crew would see the bright yellow sun looming overhead, quite close in comparison to the sun on most planets. A handful of small, silver clouds dotted the blueish purple sky.

Ahead of them stood a rather impressive looking plateau, surrounded by a tall, ornate stone wall which was covered in tribal markings. Directly ahead was a large gate through the wall, with several small stone buildings in front of it. Beyond the gates, a larger settlement could be seen. Surrounding the plateau and covering the surrounding region were numerous strange, blue and purplish trees and plants.

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Kara Zor-El floated in the Spacewalk, her arms crossed, and watched the stars pass by as the ship hurtled through space. For a moment, it gave Kara the illusion that she herself was floating in space, and she smiled. Reality then set in, and the smile faded. The last time Kara had roamed wild and free along the ship, she'd made a few mistakes - mistakes that she wasn't proud of. Not only had she gotten into a physical altercation with Sofia Mantegna (which led to the breaking of a bone or two), but she'd also had to end things with Julian Keller, who she'd seriously been feeling...something...for.

I am, she mused, seriously some bizarro version of social kryptonite. Rao help me. It was, she knew, a useless plea. Wherever Rao was, he wasn't here - nor were any of the other Kryptonian gods who Kara believed in. I'd say I've never felt so alone, but let's be honest. I've lost most of my family and friends because my planet was destroyed,I've been laid up in suspended animation for thirty-plus years, I've had to hide from some of the world's worst villains, and then I've landed here, where I keep on messing things up no matter how hard I try not to. I've been alone plenty. It just doesn't get any easier.

She brushed back a lock of hair and sighed. I wish I could change that.

If only wishes were horses. (Of course, for Kara, in some universes, that wish did manifest itself as Comet the Superhorse, but the same would never be for this particular Kara. Probably for the best.)