Project A-Ko Fan Fiction ❯ Project A-Ko: New Adventures of Supergirl! ❯ Chapter 7

Project A-ko: The New Adventures of Supergirl Part Seven

Helena Wayne and Oracle appeared together, the dark haired young woman looking around her in awe. A view port nearby showed the airless surface of the moon, the stars twinkling off in the distance. "Incredible," she murmured softly.

"Welcome to the Watchtower," Oracle smiled up at Helena from her holographic wheelchair. "Shall we go look for your new teammates?" she asked.

"I think I should be dressed appropriately first," Helena grinned.

Helena pulled the black bundle of cloth from her backpack and stripped herself efficiently down to only her bra and panties. The tight black pants went on first, then the black top with a purple bird emblem right over her breasts. The purple belt, gloves and boots were pulled on swiftly, then the black mask and cape settled on her shoulders.

"Let's go," Kestrel smiled at Oracle after she had packed her regular clothes into the backpack she had carried and stowed it away in a nearby locker.

Oracle looked up at her thoughtfully as they moved through the corridors, "May I ask why you chose the name Kestrel?"

"Just wanted to be another Bird of Prey," Kestrel smiled down at her, "I thought I should choose a name in tribute to my two moms."

Oracle nodded thoughtfully, "That's what I thought." The hologram flickered a moment as her attention shifted away for a moment, "It looks like they're having fun blowing stuff up in the training room again."

The two kept talking as they walked together, soon coming up to a blonde young woman looking through a view port rather worriedly. D-ko looked up upon hearing their aproach and her eyes widened before she cried out, "Intruder!" She pointed her bare arms at Kestrel and suddenly a series of weapons popped out of her arms, laser beams targeting Kestrel.

The black clad woman coiled her slim body, getting ready to move at a moment's notice, but before she could take any action Oracle quickly came into D-ko's line of sight to shout, "Don't shoot, she's a friend!"

"Oh, sorry," and D-ko popped the weapons away.

Oracle sighed softly, "Kestrel, meet D-ko."

You could see the eyebrow being raised even under the mask as Kestrel echoed, "D-ko?" She tentatively offered her gloved hand and the blonde girl smiled and shook it vigerously.

"Nice to meet you, Kestrel," D-ko said sweetly.

There was the muffled sound of an explosion, and Kestrel whirled around, looking about her cautiously, "What was that?"

Oracle calmly gestured her over to the view port, "Take a look." D-ko and Kestrel joined her there, looking inside at the two combatants.

The tall redhead just wore a T-shirt and shorts, silver bracers gleaming on each arm. She burst with vitality, her eyes sparking with energy and a impish grin on her face. A near hit had left her clothes smoking, but she looked like she was having a great time.

The blue haired girl chased after her, her silvery bathing suit glittering. Her wristband cannons shot streams of bullet fire and energy bolts at her opponent, both of them maneuvering around the large chamber as they looked for any advantage. An exultant grin lit up fer face, a bit of blood trickling from the corner of her mouth.

Kestrel looked over at D-ko and Oracle, "Are they trying to kill each other?"

"Nah, they do this all the time," D-ko shrugged.

"And nobody's died yet," Oracle smiled wryly. She projected her voice into the chamber, "A-ko, B-ko, we've got company."

"A-ko? B-ko? That explains D-ko, I guess," Kestrel sighed.

Not long afterward all five of them had gathered in the primary meeting room to talk. They sat around the round table, the JLA shield prominently displayed at the center. There had been some hesitation with the symbol marked seats, but A-ko soon picked the chair marked with Superman's shield, B-ko took Steel's, and Kestrel sat down on Batman's. Just above the table, the holographic Oracle mask floated, waiting for questions or comments.

"Nice to meet you, Kestrel," A-ko said. She had changed to her Supergirl costume, her experession much more serious than before.

"We were planning to contact you," B-ko smiled, her helmet sitting by her chair, "but I guess Oracle was a step ahead of us." A small band aid rested on the corner of her mouth, placed there with loving care by D-ko.

"She usually is," Kestrel laughed. She reached up to pull her hood back, her vshort dark hair falling gently into her eyes as she said, "My real name's Helena Wayne. I'm looking forward to getting to know you."

"You already know ours," A-ko grinned, then she grasped her necklace and concentrated. Her hair darkened and straightened, "But I'm also known as Laurel Kent."

Oracle spoke up suddenly, "We've recieved a message from Maggie Sawyer."

"What is it?" B-ko sat up straight even as her helmet clicked into place.

A image of Maggie Sawyer appeared, "A being has appeared in the middle of Metropolis demanding that Superman face him and restore his honor."

"Name?" A-ko asked.

"Sounded like Kalibak," Maggie answered.

Her mask back on Kestrel said, "We'll be there as soon as we can."

"Oracle, give us a briefing," B-ko said as she led the charge to the teleporters,

"A son of the New God Darkseid," Oracle reported, "physically very powerful, but not very inteligent. Fought Superman several times, both alone and with the help of his father's forces."

They climbed into the teleport tubes even as A-ko said to Oracle, "Get us as near to the action as you possibly can."

The Watchtower disapeared, and a rooftop materialized around them.

"Steel, give Kestrel a lift," A-ko said, fully in her Supergirl mode, "I'll get there on my own." With that, she began bounding from roof to roof, right towards the fire and noise in the distance.

Steel snagged Kestrel's arm and they were off, flying right behind Supergirl. They passed over a taller building and saw the brutish figure, muscles bulging under his armor breastplate. Hair sprouted all over him, and his face was misshapen and ugly. Behind him, a sort of hole in space gaped open, and insect-like green armored figures emerged.

Oracle's voice camew over B-ko's radio, "That's Kalibak, all right. Those things behind him are parademons, troopers from Darkseid's forces." A pause, "D-ko is coming down."

"Supergirl, Kalibak's yours," Kestrel said grimly, "Steel and I will keep the parademons off your back."

"Sounds like a plan," Steel agreed, and they charged forward.

"Where is Superman?!" Kalibak roared.

Supergirl dodged his first clumsy blow, rocking his head back with a roundhouse blow, "Sorry, he's busy at the moment. Will I do?"

An enraged bellow was the only answer Kalibak gave.

To be continued!