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You prepare your helmet’s built-in eye laser amplifier to take down the first two fighters headed your way. If the simulations are anything to go by, they should go down easily with a well-aimed shot.
But the simulations aren’t anything to go by. The amplifier malfunctions, likely due to the EMP that took out communications with Brainiac, you get to think before your laser blows right up in your face.
When you regain consciousness, you can’t see and your head is hurting really bad. You realize you were knocked out for a few seconds while in the air. You’re freefalling, your touch your head and realize your helmet’s torn apart. You can hear the fighters coming up from above, straight towards you.
You regain your footing in the air and look up. You’d fire your eye lasers, but nothing’s coming out. Oh no.
Panic is coursing through you. You’re feeling a cold sweat all over and can’t focus right. You try to remember the simulations, no visibility conditions. Trust your other senses. Hearing first.
First, defence, your suit’s shield. You press a button on your right arm. “Irridium core compromised, unable to raise shield.” The suit’s automated voice response system says.
Shit. You hear flurries of high caliber ammunition ripping through the air, a near miss. Yet something feels… off about them.
One of the fighters seems to swerve after delivering its first salvo. You pursue but the noise is deafening, it’s almost impossible to pinpoint its position. Much less so now that other fighters are clearly joining in the fight.
Another salvo cuts through the air and this time it hits you. The armor blocks the bullets though their sheer force pushes you back a ways, you start flying away from the sound of the fighters and touch the parts that were hit to check the extent of the damage. You can touch something in the impact areas, it’s as though the bullets gripped on your armor through some sort of mechanism. You start feeling nauseated, it’s a familiar feeling, one you had to fight against in the training rooms for hours on end. It’s kryptonite.
Your head’s still thumping from amplifier’s explosion, your body aches from the impact of the bullets and the kryptonite is crushing you under its oppressive presence. You keep flying away but soon hear the distinctive sound of a missile traversing the air. It hits you and you lose consciousness again.
You feel lost, as though in a dream. You remember a man’s face holding your little hand when you were a baby. Zor’El, your father, whose name you proudly inherited. “Everything will be alright, little one.” He says as he lays you on a pod. “We will always be proud of you, no matter what.” The pod’s door closes, and you’re submerged in a profound sleep.
