Post by Ashley on Nov 3, 2012 22:21:21 GMT -5
SUMMARY:
Kara's pod crash lands in Soviet Russia. Leonid (Redstar) is sent to find her and bring her back.
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"Nyet" the station operator told his superior "it's not a missile, sir. The sensor readings suggest it's round, hollow, it could be some new American escape pod from a stealth plane" the radar op concluded.
"its impacted the earth several clicks outside Stalingrad, should I mobilize local militia to secure the area?"
"No." His superior said. "It could be anything, a bomb, escape pod, better to send someone with experience in the strange. Send The Redstar to investigate."
******
A red streak trailed behind him as he flew, cutting through air currents, wind whipping in his face. The city from this height looked like a model play set, dark specs scurrying around like a colony of ants. Only hours before a bright red comet lit up the sky and flew right over Stalingrad, and for a moment, bringing day to the night before violently impacting the ground several miles outside the city.
Leo touched down with a loud crack, dust and debris shooting outward all around his feet. he stood at the lip of the impact site, a shallow crater with black scorched earth all around. At its centre sat a flickering pod, the likes of which Leonid had only seen once before. At least, it had been something similar. A deep frown creased his features for the last time eh had seen something so alien it had cost the life of his beloved father. But... it had also bestowed the great powers he now possessed. Even so, Leonid would prefer the father to the powers.. Such was life.
he hopped down into the crater landing lightly on his feet beside the pod. Now a few inches away he could hear static that flickered with the lights that permeated the cracked hull of the craft. Carefully he reached out, pausing for a moment as though the pod might shock him, before touching a space where the hull had been breached. He gave a careless tug but found the door immovable. He frowned again, it'd been some years since he had found anything this small that he simply couldn't destroy with the squeeze of a palm.
Leonid grasped with both hands and put all of his strength into the pod. His face reddened with exertion as his hands pried the slick metal hull. With a great wrenching sound and sparks the craft's outer hull began to peel away. Finally it gave and he ripped half the pod open like a can of anchovies, sending the loose remnants sailing up and over the lip of the crater to land with a crash somewhere above.
His jaw dropped and eyes widened at what he discovered within: A woman, pale skin and blond hair, garbed in a strange suit of chrome coloured fabric. This had to be some kind of escape pod, but from what? Leonid Crouched beside the pod and let his hand slide along her long neck until he found her pulse, she lived yet, he was surprised, given the size of the impact crater. He could see her stir at his touch though her eyes remained closed.
"пропу 89;тите ты в порядl 2;е?" Miss, are you okay? the language was foreign, the words moving nothing, the computer inside the pod blipped once and translated his words to English. "Miss, are you okay?" the computer mimicked. Leonid leaned closer in to look at the computer's monitor, it was then he noticed a length of hose and wire running from the internal mechanics of the craft and into the arm of the unconscious woman. Da, its transferring data to her he concluded before sitting back, awaiting the woman to awaken. Pictures on the computer screen flashed, pictographs he couldn't make heads or tails of scrolled across the screen.
He was intent upon the screen when he heard the low, pained moan he looked over to see the woman coming out of her comatose spell.
"You live" he said to her in Russian, still kneeling beside the pod. "Airforce? American" he asked, this time in accented English.
“Why can’t you come with me?” She pleaded with her father, Zor-El, even as he pushed her into the small pod that was programmed for Earth. She didn’t understand why he was sending her away when there was time for him and Mother to join, too.
“You must go alone, Kara.” Her father’s voice was stern, but she saw the crease in his forehead. He stopped, wrapped her in a hug. It was a rare show of affection, but she found herself wrapping her arms tightly around his body, afraid to let go. “We won’t be far behind you. But you must leave now.” He pulled them apart before pushing her back into the pod and hooking the wires into the suit he’d made her wear. “This will help you understand the new planet while you’re traveling,” he explained for the second time.
“But, Father--”
“Kara, listen to me.” He didn’t pause in his actions to look at her. “You must leave now. It’s certain Jor-El has already sent Kal’s ship toward Earth. You must meet him there and we will be soon behind.”
Tears filled her eyes. She knew he was lying. She knew they weren’t coming to Earth in another pod.
“I love you, Kara.” He stepped back and the pod’s lid closed itself.
+ + +
One of the wires kept a drug flowing through her veins, keeping her asleep and nourished. She dreamed of her father and mother. She dreamed of baby Kal and of Argo City. She dreamed of waking up in her own bed and her mother yelling at her to study harder.
She didn’t feel the impact as the pod broke through Earth’s atmosphere and crashed into the Earth. It was only when the computer beeped and sent a shock to her heart that she started to stir. When she managed to blink her eyes open, she was still groggy, but her eyes focused quickly. She saw the blonde staring at her, speaking, but she didn’t hear him. The words translated automatically, both English and Russian. It took only a few seconds for the phonetics to be downloaded to her brain.
~Who are you?~ She spoke Russian, surprised at the own language that came so easily from her lips, but which she understood. She looked at the computer, her eyes scanning over the symbols of the Kryptonian language. She looked back to the man. ~I am on…Earth?~
She pulled the wires from their connection to her suit and jumped – no <i>flew</i> from the pod, landing a hundred yards from the blonde.
~What…What just happened?~ She stared down at herself. She looked the same, but she felt…different. Her hands balled into fists. Her father said that Earth’s yellow sun had a different effect on their make-up. But there was no sun out, only one moon. She turned her attention to Redstar again. ~Who are you?!~
He watched in amazement as the girl floated from her pod onto the ground behind him. he turned to face her, she was full of questions and still weak from what had apparently been a long trip. She asked his name and he shook his head as if to shake himself from a stunned reverie.
"Leonid... My name is Leonid" he said, before glancing down at the red star plastered across his chest, "Some call the Redstar" She hadn't answered his question and he gazed at her long and suspicious. if she was American and if this was some kind of American pod, then they were lighteyars ahead of Russian technology, the thought was disconcerting and their perennial enemy had been making militaristic overtures of late. Only the threat of nuclear war kept the two powers at bay.
"Earth?" he blinked, confused, "Da, this is earth" This was getting stranger and stranger.
"You're in the Union of Soviet Socialist Republic, a few miles outside Stalingrad." The site of an infamous battle that took place some sixty years previous, the computer would have informed her. it was colloquially known as the Russian graveyard for the countless number of men that fell defending the city that bore the name of their glorious leader from the capitalist animals of Germany and Austria. At least that's what the history said.
"Your craft crashed" Leonid continued motioning to the damaged pod. If she was army, or airforce, she certainly didn't come across as it. Every action, every word screamed civilian to Leo.
"Who are you? Where did you come from? it was his turn to ask the questions, "Are you American? Army? Airforce?" he demanded.
“Leonid.” She said his name, as if tasting the sound of it on her tongue. Then he said that some called him Redstar. She tilted her head to the side slightly. “Why do you have two names?” She had never known anyone named Leonid before. Then he told her she was in Soviet Russia. Her eyes closed. This didn’t seem right to her. Where were her parents? Where was Kal-El? Wasn’t he supposed to be here by now? Had something happened to him? She opened her mouth to ask the stranger, but he was already firing more questions at her, asking her if she was American – if she belonged to the Army. She knew what that was. It was the Military. There was such a thing on Krypton. But, she was not of the Army.
She shook her head in answer.
“Nyet. I am Princess Kara Zor-El, of Krypton.”
She stared at the man standing before her.
“Are you the Prince of Russia?” Her eyes narrowed as she stared at him. Her father hadn’t given her further instructions once she landed on Earth. Only to find Kal.
“Do you know a baby? His name is Kal-El.”
She took a step toward him, but she moved too fast and was suddenly standing only a few feet from him. She wasn’t sure how she moved so quickly, but it didn’t matter. She had to find Kal. She had to see if he was alive. He was just a baby!
"Princess.... of... krypton?" He asked dubiously, it sounded like something L. Ron Hubbard would have come up with twenty years ago, something out of a bad scifi novella. "I am unaware of such a kingdom. Where is it?" he asked as she stepped towards him, asking a flurry of questions, he held up his hands to cut her off.
"Slow down, one thing at a time. You're not american, that much I can tell. And it's a good thing, they'll be here soon. An American would be questioned and most likely executed as a spy." he explained, feeling like a fool trying to explain the obvious. perhaps something had happened to her memory, amnesia?
"Prince of Rus..?" he chuckled quietly "Nyet, the Tsarists regime was run out of the country by the Bolshevik brotherhood many years ago. We are a Republic now. Free." he said as though that explained it all. And perhaps it would have were she not from another planet.
"Kal..? Nyet I have never heard of such a person; Certainly no baby"
What to do with her? This wasn't what he expected when he'd agreed to come check out this situation.
"Kara" he said firmly, "I will answer your questions as best I can but you sshould come with me. My superiors will want to question you. It is better that you comply. Perhaps we can help find this baby of yours." he sighed heavily, he had come to a conclusion of what this woman was. There was only one true answer. he had seen such technology before.
"Ah... Your grace" he said, not sure which honorific to use "I give you my word no harm will come to you. But I cannot let you go without first reporting to my superiors."
Her hands curled into fists. She didn’t like being told that he didn’t know where Kal was. Had Kal even made it? She knew Earth was large – much bigger than Krypton. There were several continents, not ruled by one leader, either. Not like Krypton. It didn’t make much sense, but she knew all of this.
She was about to tell him that he had to help her find Kal, or she’d leave him there and find her cousin herself.
“Kara,” she said when he called her “Your Grace.” No one used that term before. She wasn’t even sure what it meant. Her name wasn’t Grace.
“Who are your…superiors?”
+ + +
The sun was up by the time the men in uniforms allowed her to leave the circular room with no windows. They’d all started yawning, but she was just…antsy. She wanted to get out. She wanted to know where Kal was. Had he made it to Earth? None of the men had answers for her. But they also said she couldn’t leave. Well, pooh to that. She’d do what she damned well pleased.
They’d given her new clothes. She tugged at the white tee-shirt she wore and the black pants that were soft and stretchy. They’d offered her more, a hooded sweatshirt, thick socks and boots. But she disgarded all of them after she grew too warm.
The lights were dimmed as she moved through the building. It was a damned maze. Everytime she thought she found her way out, she would find something oddly familiar and realized she was walking in circles.
She growled and curled her fingers into tight fists as she took a left this time instead of a right. She was going to start pounding through walls soon. She could do it. She’d heard the men talking of her strength. But how did they know? <i>She</i> didn’t even know what she was capable of. But she was ready to find out.
~Finally!~ She said in Kryptonian as she found a new hallway she hadn’t yet seen.
"Kara." he said stepping into the hall, a few feet behind her. They'd been following her progress via camera the entire time. Leo had tried to tell them to go easy on her, that she wasn't American, nor a spy, indeed he suspected she wasn't even from this planet. At the end of it all, they were no closer to an answer. his superiors remained unconvinced that she wasn't a spy (although perhaps not American, they conceded). They had wanted to keep her here indefinitely, but they had tested her strength and knew of no normal means of keeping her captive. Even if they did find a way, luring her into it might cost more lives than it was worse.
General Federov himself had commanded Leonid to look after the capture and restraint of the alien 'personally'. Leo had frowned at that, they had no cause to detain her, no evidence to suggest that she had any ill intent. Everything suggested she was extraterrestrial, his government was well aware how Leonid himself had obtained powers. Alien technology. His people were becoming paranoid, they saw Capitalist spies everywhere, in every corner shadow, in every whispered conversation. They had begun detaining their own citizens several months previous and though Redstar had objected to such treatment of the people (was this government, after all, not the peoples' Republic?) the powers that be simply said it was 'noted' and then quickly disregarded. it was becoming more apparent to him with each passing day that he was simply a means to an end. he was little more than a weapon to them and the idea was disconcerting. The government was becoming increasingly corrupt with bribes and organized crime seeping into the legislative process at every level. Were they not supposed to be above this? above the shallow needs of the capitalist consumer? Is this what the Bolshevik dream had been turned into? He was conflicted, he hated what he saw but he was still a national man of great pride in his nation and how it struggled to be different.
That was all changing. She was tiny compared to him, and yet? The tests said she was at the very least his equal in physical strength. She could tear down these walls if she was so inclined, but how far would it get her? And how many would die in the process? no, his plan was better.
Kara had stopped at the end of the hall at the sound of her name and turned to face him. Leo crossed the distance between them.
"You should go. Leave this place. Find this... Kal'El and go home if you can. My people... They are not evil" he tried to explain feebly, she wouldn't understand, or so he thought, she was from another planet.. yet the computer had given her much knowledge of their past and present. "Just frightened. Of anything which they cannot control. They would have me subdue you, they would perform experiments, tests .." he shook his head, trailing off. he didn't want to think about what type of experiments the mad Doctor Rokozi would employ on the Kryptonian.
"I swore on my honour I would let no harm come to you, so please, don't make a liar of me. Go. Go and never return. My people... They are like a wounded animal. This is no time for an outsider to be here. They see you only as a threat."
Kara's pod crash lands in Soviet Russia. Leonid (Redstar) is sent to find her and bring her back.
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"Nyet" the station operator told his superior "it's not a missile, sir. The sensor readings suggest it's round, hollow, it could be some new American escape pod from a stealth plane" the radar op concluded.
"its impacted the earth several clicks outside Stalingrad, should I mobilize local militia to secure the area?"
"No." His superior said. "It could be anything, a bomb, escape pod, better to send someone with experience in the strange. Send The Redstar to investigate."
******
A red streak trailed behind him as he flew, cutting through air currents, wind whipping in his face. The city from this height looked like a model play set, dark specs scurrying around like a colony of ants. Only hours before a bright red comet lit up the sky and flew right over Stalingrad, and for a moment, bringing day to the night before violently impacting the ground several miles outside the city.
Leo touched down with a loud crack, dust and debris shooting outward all around his feet. he stood at the lip of the impact site, a shallow crater with black scorched earth all around. At its centre sat a flickering pod, the likes of which Leonid had only seen once before. At least, it had been something similar. A deep frown creased his features for the last time eh had seen something so alien it had cost the life of his beloved father. But... it had also bestowed the great powers he now possessed. Even so, Leonid would prefer the father to the powers.. Such was life.
he hopped down into the crater landing lightly on his feet beside the pod. Now a few inches away he could hear static that flickered with the lights that permeated the cracked hull of the craft. Carefully he reached out, pausing for a moment as though the pod might shock him, before touching a space where the hull had been breached. He gave a careless tug but found the door immovable. He frowned again, it'd been some years since he had found anything this small that he simply couldn't destroy with the squeeze of a palm.
Leonid grasped with both hands and put all of his strength into the pod. His face reddened with exertion as his hands pried the slick metal hull. With a great wrenching sound and sparks the craft's outer hull began to peel away. Finally it gave and he ripped half the pod open like a can of anchovies, sending the loose remnants sailing up and over the lip of the crater to land with a crash somewhere above.
His jaw dropped and eyes widened at what he discovered within: A woman, pale skin and blond hair, garbed in a strange suit of chrome coloured fabric. This had to be some kind of escape pod, but from what? Leonid Crouched beside the pod and let his hand slide along her long neck until he found her pulse, she lived yet, he was surprised, given the size of the impact crater. He could see her stir at his touch though her eyes remained closed.
"пропу 89;тите ты в порядl 2;е?" Miss, are you okay? the language was foreign, the words moving nothing, the computer inside the pod blipped once and translated his words to English. "Miss, are you okay?" the computer mimicked. Leonid leaned closer in to look at the computer's monitor, it was then he noticed a length of hose and wire running from the internal mechanics of the craft and into the arm of the unconscious woman. Da, its transferring data to her he concluded before sitting back, awaiting the woman to awaken. Pictures on the computer screen flashed, pictographs he couldn't make heads or tails of scrolled across the screen.
He was intent upon the screen when he heard the low, pained moan he looked over to see the woman coming out of her comatose spell.
"You live" he said to her in Russian, still kneeling beside the pod. "Airforce? American" he asked, this time in accented English.
“Why can’t you come with me?” She pleaded with her father, Zor-El, even as he pushed her into the small pod that was programmed for Earth. She didn’t understand why he was sending her away when there was time for him and Mother to join, too.
“You must go alone, Kara.” Her father’s voice was stern, but she saw the crease in his forehead. He stopped, wrapped her in a hug. It was a rare show of affection, but she found herself wrapping her arms tightly around his body, afraid to let go. “We won’t be far behind you. But you must leave now.” He pulled them apart before pushing her back into the pod and hooking the wires into the suit he’d made her wear. “This will help you understand the new planet while you’re traveling,” he explained for the second time.
“But, Father--”
“Kara, listen to me.” He didn’t pause in his actions to look at her. “You must leave now. It’s certain Jor-El has already sent Kal’s ship toward Earth. You must meet him there and we will be soon behind.”
Tears filled her eyes. She knew he was lying. She knew they weren’t coming to Earth in another pod.
“I love you, Kara.” He stepped back and the pod’s lid closed itself.
+ + +
One of the wires kept a drug flowing through her veins, keeping her asleep and nourished. She dreamed of her father and mother. She dreamed of baby Kal and of Argo City. She dreamed of waking up in her own bed and her mother yelling at her to study harder.
She didn’t feel the impact as the pod broke through Earth’s atmosphere and crashed into the Earth. It was only when the computer beeped and sent a shock to her heart that she started to stir. When she managed to blink her eyes open, she was still groggy, but her eyes focused quickly. She saw the blonde staring at her, speaking, but she didn’t hear him. The words translated automatically, both English and Russian. It took only a few seconds for the phonetics to be downloaded to her brain.
~Who are you?~ She spoke Russian, surprised at the own language that came so easily from her lips, but which she understood. She looked at the computer, her eyes scanning over the symbols of the Kryptonian language. She looked back to the man. ~I am on…Earth?~
She pulled the wires from their connection to her suit and jumped – no <i>flew</i> from the pod, landing a hundred yards from the blonde.
~What…What just happened?~ She stared down at herself. She looked the same, but she felt…different. Her hands balled into fists. Her father said that Earth’s yellow sun had a different effect on their make-up. But there was no sun out, only one moon. She turned her attention to Redstar again. ~Who are you?!~
He watched in amazement as the girl floated from her pod onto the ground behind him. he turned to face her, she was full of questions and still weak from what had apparently been a long trip. She asked his name and he shook his head as if to shake himself from a stunned reverie.
"Leonid... My name is Leonid" he said, before glancing down at the red star plastered across his chest, "Some call the Redstar" She hadn't answered his question and he gazed at her long and suspicious. if she was American and if this was some kind of American pod, then they were lighteyars ahead of Russian technology, the thought was disconcerting and their perennial enemy had been making militaristic overtures of late. Only the threat of nuclear war kept the two powers at bay.
"Earth?" he blinked, confused, "Da, this is earth" This was getting stranger and stranger.
"You're in the Union of Soviet Socialist Republic, a few miles outside Stalingrad." The site of an infamous battle that took place some sixty years previous, the computer would have informed her. it was colloquially known as the Russian graveyard for the countless number of men that fell defending the city that bore the name of their glorious leader from the capitalist animals of Germany and Austria. At least that's what the history said.
"Your craft crashed" Leonid continued motioning to the damaged pod. If she was army, or airforce, she certainly didn't come across as it. Every action, every word screamed civilian to Leo.
"Who are you? Where did you come from? it was his turn to ask the questions, "Are you American? Army? Airforce?" he demanded.
“Leonid.” She said his name, as if tasting the sound of it on her tongue. Then he said that some called him Redstar. She tilted her head to the side slightly. “Why do you have two names?” She had never known anyone named Leonid before. Then he told her she was in Soviet Russia. Her eyes closed. This didn’t seem right to her. Where were her parents? Where was Kal-El? Wasn’t he supposed to be here by now? Had something happened to him? She opened her mouth to ask the stranger, but he was already firing more questions at her, asking her if she was American – if she belonged to the Army. She knew what that was. It was the Military. There was such a thing on Krypton. But, she was not of the Army.
She shook her head in answer.
“Nyet. I am Princess Kara Zor-El, of Krypton.”
She stared at the man standing before her.
“Are you the Prince of Russia?” Her eyes narrowed as she stared at him. Her father hadn’t given her further instructions once she landed on Earth. Only to find Kal.
“Do you know a baby? His name is Kal-El.”
She took a step toward him, but she moved too fast and was suddenly standing only a few feet from him. She wasn’t sure how she moved so quickly, but it didn’t matter. She had to find Kal. She had to see if he was alive. He was just a baby!
"Princess.... of... krypton?" He asked dubiously, it sounded like something L. Ron Hubbard would have come up with twenty years ago, something out of a bad scifi novella. "I am unaware of such a kingdom. Where is it?" he asked as she stepped towards him, asking a flurry of questions, he held up his hands to cut her off.
"Slow down, one thing at a time. You're not american, that much I can tell. And it's a good thing, they'll be here soon. An American would be questioned and most likely executed as a spy." he explained, feeling like a fool trying to explain the obvious. perhaps something had happened to her memory, amnesia?
"Prince of Rus..?" he chuckled quietly "Nyet, the Tsarists regime was run out of the country by the Bolshevik brotherhood many years ago. We are a Republic now. Free." he said as though that explained it all. And perhaps it would have were she not from another planet.
"Kal..? Nyet I have never heard of such a person; Certainly no baby"
What to do with her? This wasn't what he expected when he'd agreed to come check out this situation.
"Kara" he said firmly, "I will answer your questions as best I can but you sshould come with me. My superiors will want to question you. It is better that you comply. Perhaps we can help find this baby of yours." he sighed heavily, he had come to a conclusion of what this woman was. There was only one true answer. he had seen such technology before.
"Ah... Your grace" he said, not sure which honorific to use "I give you my word no harm will come to you. But I cannot let you go without first reporting to my superiors."
Her hands curled into fists. She didn’t like being told that he didn’t know where Kal was. Had Kal even made it? She knew Earth was large – much bigger than Krypton. There were several continents, not ruled by one leader, either. Not like Krypton. It didn’t make much sense, but she knew all of this.
She was about to tell him that he had to help her find Kal, or she’d leave him there and find her cousin herself.
“Kara,” she said when he called her “Your Grace.” No one used that term before. She wasn’t even sure what it meant. Her name wasn’t Grace.
“Who are your…superiors?”
+ + +
The sun was up by the time the men in uniforms allowed her to leave the circular room with no windows. They’d all started yawning, but she was just…antsy. She wanted to get out. She wanted to know where Kal was. Had he made it to Earth? None of the men had answers for her. But they also said she couldn’t leave. Well, pooh to that. She’d do what she damned well pleased.
They’d given her new clothes. She tugged at the white tee-shirt she wore and the black pants that were soft and stretchy. They’d offered her more, a hooded sweatshirt, thick socks and boots. But she disgarded all of them after she grew too warm.
The lights were dimmed as she moved through the building. It was a damned maze. Everytime she thought she found her way out, she would find something oddly familiar and realized she was walking in circles.
She growled and curled her fingers into tight fists as she took a left this time instead of a right. She was going to start pounding through walls soon. She could do it. She’d heard the men talking of her strength. But how did they know? <i>She</i> didn’t even know what she was capable of. But she was ready to find out.
~Finally!~ She said in Kryptonian as she found a new hallway she hadn’t yet seen.
"Kara." he said stepping into the hall, a few feet behind her. They'd been following her progress via camera the entire time. Leo had tried to tell them to go easy on her, that she wasn't American, nor a spy, indeed he suspected she wasn't even from this planet. At the end of it all, they were no closer to an answer. his superiors remained unconvinced that she wasn't a spy (although perhaps not American, they conceded). They had wanted to keep her here indefinitely, but they had tested her strength and knew of no normal means of keeping her captive. Even if they did find a way, luring her into it might cost more lives than it was worse.
General Federov himself had commanded Leonid to look after the capture and restraint of the alien 'personally'. Leo had frowned at that, they had no cause to detain her, no evidence to suggest that she had any ill intent. Everything suggested she was extraterrestrial, his government was well aware how Leonid himself had obtained powers. Alien technology. His people were becoming paranoid, they saw Capitalist spies everywhere, in every corner shadow, in every whispered conversation. They had begun detaining their own citizens several months previous and though Redstar had objected to such treatment of the people (was this government, after all, not the peoples' Republic?) the powers that be simply said it was 'noted' and then quickly disregarded. it was becoming more apparent to him with each passing day that he was simply a means to an end. he was little more than a weapon to them and the idea was disconcerting. The government was becoming increasingly corrupt with bribes and organized crime seeping into the legislative process at every level. Were they not supposed to be above this? above the shallow needs of the capitalist consumer? Is this what the Bolshevik dream had been turned into? He was conflicted, he hated what he saw but he was still a national man of great pride in his nation and how it struggled to be different.
That was all changing. She was tiny compared to him, and yet? The tests said she was at the very least his equal in physical strength. She could tear down these walls if she was so inclined, but how far would it get her? And how many would die in the process? no, his plan was better.
Kara had stopped at the end of the hall at the sound of her name and turned to face him. Leo crossed the distance between them.
"You should go. Leave this place. Find this... Kal'El and go home if you can. My people... They are not evil" he tried to explain feebly, she wouldn't understand, or so he thought, she was from another planet.. yet the computer had given her much knowledge of their past and present. "Just frightened. Of anything which they cannot control. They would have me subdue you, they would perform experiments, tests .." he shook his head, trailing off. he didn't want to think about what type of experiments the mad Doctor Rokozi would employ on the Kryptonian.
"I swore on my honour I would let no harm come to you, so please, don't make a liar of me. Go. Go and never return. My people... They are like a wounded animal. This is no time for an outsider to be here. They see you only as a threat."