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 You're not Connor I'm not Ollie, Tag: Super Girl
Artemis Crock
 Posted: Apr 21 2016, 04:20 PM
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Altas mountain range, Morocco
Date: Jan 10th 2pm

‘It’s cold.’

The first inane thought was what registered as Artemis blinked blurry eyes, the world coming to her from a clouded fog, the ringing in her ears and the salt sweet taste in her mouth told her she’d taken a hit...more than one most likely.

‘There was a fight..’ A
rtemis pushed at the console pinning her, bracing her free leg against it, ‘They were after the cargo..’ Artemis had no idea how long she’d been out, but there was a fine dusting of snow where the hull of her Premier I jet. It was one of the few in STAR lab’s fleet that could be piloted with out a co-pilot and her prefered call out.

...And it was now currently in pieces on what if she remembered correctly was somewhere over the Atlas mountain range, she THOUGHT she’d crossed over into Africa before she’d been forced down but…

The broken console finally shifted off her with a loud crash, alerting anyone or anything that there was someone alive here. Which was…’great’. Art always brought her gear with her, one reason she liked flying alone was that freedom to stow it without having to worry about a noisy co-pilot fishing through her gear for something to snack on.

A long shiver rippled through her spine, Artemis’s casual attire had been meant for her layover in Morocco, NOT somewhere above the snow line. ‘First. Find your gear. Second. Find the cargo. And Third if it doesn’t happen during first and second...find out if you are alone.’ because odds were who ever forced down the plane had either already been and gone...or was yet to come.

Crawling on hands and knees, testing each movement, waiting, listening, to the plane settle, making sure that she wasn’t about to send herself hurtling down a crevasse Artemis slowly made her way to the back where the package and her duffle had been stored.
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Kara groans softly as she comes to in the place where she had been cast down by a team effort of gravity and concussive force. Her body aches more than it should, she realizes as she opens her eyes to find herself staring up at a gray sky. She makes a sound of displeasure and drapes her arm across her face, feeling sluggish as the events that had lead her here come trickling back to her.

There had been a distress call from a plane flying somewhere over Morocco; it was under attack and they needed someone who could not only get there fast enough but could fly, obviously. Things had not gone according to plan - surprise, surprise. There was an explosion and the plane started to go down, but you try fending off winged enemies and keep a jet in the sky while feeling unexpectedly drained of your power and will. Kara figures it could have been worse.

Oh my God, the plane! The pilot!

The Kryptonian girl sits bolt upright, scattering the layer of snow covering her person in a cloud of white, and immediately regrets it. Her head spins and she feels like a discarded ragdoll with limp limbs all twisted and without vigor. She places a hand to her head and detangles herself from her cape, gathers her legs beneath her, and commands them to lift her upright. They do so reluctantly, wobble, but manage to hold true.

Supergirl scans the area quickly for the plane, following the trail of parts and debris so that her gaze is lead right to the body of the vehicle. The thing sits precariously at a dangerous angle, halfway rolled to its side and threatening to roll down the mountain and over a steep precipice if given the proper motivation. And by the looks of it, it would not take much. The thought causes the young heroine's heart to seize with worry and take greater care as she swoops in closer.

She his one knee as she proximity closes, swaying dizzily and feeling energy ebb from her body, nausea stirring the contents of her stomach like witch's brew. Her steps are staggering and she barely stops herself from catching her weight on the hull of the contraption as she tips forward unbalanced. Through a wide breech in the side of the plane, she can see the cargo containers inside, a crack in the lead casing of one revealing a not so promising green glow. "Perfect," she mutters sarcastically.

"Hello?" she calls inside, reluctantly to step inside and disturb the unstable position of the wobbly, metal corpse. "Anyone home? Are you hurt?" Cautiously she takes a step inside, moving slowly along the storage compartment and towards the cockpit. She moans miserably, but can hear the sound of breathing, a heartbeat, and movement. The plane shifts with a low, eerie call and Supergirl's eyes widen. There is not much time left to them now.

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Artemis while not ‘ignoring’ the groaning of the plane as it shifted in the snow was trying to focus instead on getting to her pack, the thought of abandoning it did cross her mind, but the problem was she had no idea where she was in relation to civilization and if she was about to come under attack again. Artemis had to weigh the very real possibility of death now from what remained of the fuselage crashing, to death later from exposure.

It was times like this when if she was still on a team would come in handy; a communicator that was hooked into ANYONE’S net would mean that she could at least get a message out, because while she was very self sufficient, the blonde wouldn’t say no to a pick up by Conor and the supercycle or GL or ANYONE.

Absently she noted that her nail polish was chipped, fingers outstretched to try and snag the handle of her duffle when a female voice called out. It was HARD, harder than it should have been to not flinch or jerk. “Hello?” yes she did call back, because 1) the voice sounded as unsure as she was and 2)...well once she had her bow Artemis would feel much more comfortable being able to control just about any situation.

Artemis had just closed her hand around the strap of her bag, when the unknown voice moved closer, stepping into the unstable plane. “NO!” Art froze in place feeling the hollowed out vessel start to slide. Fuck.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck!

Artemis wasn’t sure she’d ever moved so fast in her life, slinging the duffle over her shoulders, her low heeled boots skidded on the ‘floor’, she dashed to where the voice came from “GET OUT!” The Cargo..! Artemis scooped up the small broken container, tucking it under her arm like a football, noting the glow distantly as the plane’s slide became inexorable.

The Red and blue outfit the girl was wearing registered in half a blink as Artemis tackled her out of the plane, scrambling against the shifting snow as the metal bulk gave into entropy, shifting away from them down the mountain, sparks from the electrical system giving it an eerie glow in the dusk light.

The impact with the frozen ground stunned Artemis, shocking her with the sudden realization of bruised ribs.
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A female's voice answers her call, sounding from ahead. She takes another step, feeling the need to get to the survivor and make sure that they are okay. But the plane shifts beneath her feet, Kara's eyes widening as she instinctively freezes in place as she balances. Her knees wobble slightly and she is hit with another wave of sickness that bubbles up from the pit of her stomach. It slows down her reaction time and the next thing she knows she is being tackled back out into the snow.

Supergirl is surprised to have the wind knocked out of her as the two of them hit the ground. She digs the heels of her boots into the snow and pushes herself back and away from the plane's remains as it slides, tips, and rolls down the incline. Moments later it is lost over the side of the ledge and a second later the Kryptonian girl can hear the crunch of the metal body as it hits rock and solid surface on its last flight (down), crushing like an average aluminum soda can.

Kara winces and lays where she is on her back, getting a sense of deja vu, taking a brief respite before rolling achingly on her side and up onto her elbow. Immediately she finds the need to brace herself on her other arm as well as she picks herself up, groaning soft as she hangs her head, golden hair hanging damply around either side of her face. She shivers, feeling the cold seeping into her body. "Why...is it so c-cold?" she murmurs to herself, shoving herself up onto her knees and rubbing her arms. Something is off. Kara knows that she should not be feeling even these temperatures like she is.

Trying to refocus her attention off her discomfort, she looks towards the stunned girl beside her. "You okay?" she asks as she extends her hand, reaching to touch the pilot's shoulder lightly. But she pulls back, grasping her hand as unease as she eyes the box the other blonde had retrieved from the plane on their way out. "What...do you have there?" Supergirl sounds apprehension, only able to assume it cannot be good; she knows she was feeling strong and 'unbeatable' until this mission.

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There was only a half second where Artemis’s vision grayed out; the impact with the other girl driving the breath and briefly the consciousness out of the battered archer. The sounds of her poor airplane sliding to its final destruction roused her enough to lurch to her knees, forcing herself to take stock of the immediate situation.

Right. One duffle filled with a change of clothing meant for a much warmer climate, a half empty water bottle, bag of chips and a candy bar. Her Tigress costume (never leave the city without it.) and the equipment that came with that. Two the cracked container from Star Labs.

And also apparently one Super...Girl? “Because we are in the damn mountains.” came the snappish response to her counterparts very stupid question. The cold was a punch to her gut, the only good side to it was that it was numbing her exposed injuries, the bad news was that it was a freezing cold that would kill them long before starvation or thirst took the toll. “Fine.” She didn’t know the girl and Artemis wasn’t one to complain about things that couldn’t be changed, either she’d survive to get herself treated or not, there wasn’t anything the other girl could do to help.

Unsure if she was asking about her duffle or the sample container Artemis hedged her answer, sliding the glowing cylinder into her bag, taking out the light jacket she’d brought, it was better than nothing. “Not much. I don’t suppose you can fly or anything?” It was a reasonable question based on the girl’s costume, but then Conor couldn’t so she wasn’t holding out much hope. “Otherwise we need to get to some kind of shelter.” And with the plane at the bottom of the ravine hope that she could scavenge some kind of communications device from her gear, or start shelping out the long way. “Common. Don’t want to hang around here.” Artemis planted one foot in front of the other heading, across the snowy plain keeping an eye out for a cave or any outcropping. “Need to move to stay warm.” Stay warm or die.
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Kara's first reaction to the woman's snappy retort, to a comment that was not actually meant for her anyway, is to turn her head and fire off a glare at her. "Oh, I hadn't noticed! How can you tell?" she snips back. She considers herself a friendly, chipper person in general (as long as you are not some maniac bent on taking over Metropolis, or anywhere else for that matter). She does not, however, deserve to be at the receiving end of someone's ire for no good reason, particularly when she is feeling so...so...under the weather. The Kryptonian tries to shake it off, to be understanding, to be like her cousin. But O...M...G! It is so hard!

She does not bother to explain that she is not supposed to feel cold, not like this. It would probably just reward her another sassy comment and she is sure she still has enough strength to toss the girl off the mountain after the plain without any trouble. Only problem is that she would instantly regret it and she is worried about what other glitches to her powers might be tagging along with the loss of her ability to deal with low temperatures: flight could be next, making amending her mistake...tricky.

The blonde curtly insists she is 'fine' but Kara turns on her x-ray vision anyway, looking her over to check for any breaks or life threatening injuries. She find nothing too dire and drops the issue in favor of more pressing ones.

"Not much, huh?" she asks, sounding cynical (or maybe just tired) while planting one foot on the ground, the sole of her boot finding purchase, and places one hand on her knee as she hoists herself up. Supergirl shakes snow from her skirt and smooths it down before touching the shield on her chest to communicate to it a new shape. Pants are preferable to bare legs in this sort of climate and soon the pale flesh of her slender limbs disappears beneath the material of her Kryptonian armor. "Better," she sighs absently before giving the blonde her attention.

Supergirl's face twists into skepticism and then shifts to a look of concentration. Her feet leave the snow and she makes it about a foot off the ground before changing her mind. She drops back, one foot slipping on the questionable terrain but her other holding her up regardless of the spinning of her head. "I can, but my powers are being...sketchy. I don't trust it." She holds her hands out in front of herself, palms up as she surveys them as though for clues. Then she looks up. "I've had plenty of sun," she laments.

She has not felt this helpless in a long time and the apprehension twists in her belly. She follows after the blonde, unable to argue with her logic. She deviates only when she spies a familiar object in the snow, scooping it up into her hand. Kara brushes the snow off the face of the communicator, the one she had received when she had been accepted onto the Team, and dries away some of the water on her sleeve. "Coming," she calls. As the woman was proceeding away from her further, Kara finds herself feeling slightly better but the improvement disappears as she trots to catch up with her.

Supergirl sways slightly but ignores it, tries to put it out of her head by focusing on the device in her hand. She sighs softly, remembering that it had been ripped from her belt earlier when she was warding off the freaks attacking the plane. Whether it was from that or the landing, it had taken some damage. "I'm Supergirl, by the way." And I am glad I did not throw you off the mountain earlier since I definitely do not think I would be able to retrieve you before you splatted. That would be a good thing to keep to herself.

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The return volley actually scored some points with the blonde archer, it was her kinda super that gave as good as she dished out. Fingers going numb with cold pulled out the scrunchie binding her hair, the waist lending mass would act as another layer of insulation, tiny probably fruitless measures to keep her alive for another few minutes. Good or bad Artemis wasn't the kind to just roll over and die in the face of pretty damn certain death, the girl was apparently Supergirl, Artemis had heard of her just never ended up on a mission or the same room together before. “Artemis.” Grey eyes flicked to the device she'd snagged a frown crossing her lips “Your JL communicator not working?” Because a pick up would be very appreciated…

When Supergirl stumbled Artemis was there slipping an arm around her waist to help, ignoring the fire shooting across her chest as her ribs grated together. Currently life threatening? No. The cold would kill her long before they would, not unless she took another sharp hit and ended up with a punctured lung, ah fun thoughts.

She was moving on instinct, they needed to find shelter “Any Chance you were talking to anyone before we went splat?” Shifting her grip on the duffle bag as it started to slip through numb fingers Artemis caught sight of a darker patch nearby. Leading them towards it she was rewarded by a sheltered cave the interior was dry and once past the first few feet, remarkable free of snow, the shape of the enters de acting as a baffle against the wind.

Dropping her bag Artemis followed it, going to knees to more properly pull out her uniform, which like Supergirls had a transformation. Ability, not snow gear but layered should keep her warm enough, especially if- “Can you zap those rocks?” She pointed out a few small boulders “Get us some heat?” If not she'd have to figure out what could be sacrificed to a fire…

Showing a distinct lack of modesty and utilizing damn near a decade of quick changes Artemis skimmed into her Tigress costume, sliding her fingers over the facial stripes to activate the stealth and rougher version of her costume. Laying her cities over it Artemis already felt warmer, her next act was to dig out the medical gear she always carried with her. While her armored corset would provide some support she needed to tap her ribs….just as soon as she stopped shaking.
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Kara smiles and nods once when the other blonde gives her a name, half preoccupied with the communicator in her hand but feeling friendly enough. She is not one to hold a meaningless grudge and has been known to say a few sharp words when the mood or moment is right; she snapped back, so they are technically even anyway. Besides, if they two of them want to survive this then it looks like they are going to have to work together. Or perish together in the unfortunate event that things do not work out for them. They might as well go out on good terms. Wow that was such a dismal and depressing thought.

"No," she states quietly, still looking the thing over, running her finger over a crack in the casing where it must have received the blow. Giving it a light shake she does not hear anything rattling about so perhaps it is salvageable. All they would need would be to get out one good call or at least get it to turn on. Kara is pretty sure the thing is trackable. "But I'll keep trying." She is not the sort that gives up easily either.

She stumbles dizzily and is surprised to feel the arm around her waist to help keep her up. "Thanks," she utters appreciatively, though her gaze shifts sympathetically towards the woman's ribs, having heard the grating shift of her bones.

Kara shivers a little and rubs one arm, clenching and unclenching the fingers of her hand not already gripping her communicator. She chuckles a little bit. "Imagine how splat we would be if I had not managed to slow the plane's landing. You might want to complain to Star Labs about their landing gear." Supergirl shrugs then and looks down at the device in her hand as though that might magically make it work. "Well, I was sent out here for you. But with my communicator not working it might take some time for them to find us."

She follows Artemis into the cave, tapping her boots off at the entrance to rid them of most of the snow clinging to them before entering further. It is no lodge with a fireplace burning bright but it is out of the wind and relatively dry. Kara regards the boulders in question for a brief second before she concentrates on activating her laser vision. The searing heat comes to her eyes and she uses it to warm the rocks, the comfortable temperature soon radiating off them.

Supergirl smiles, pleased that her powers had not completely diminished yet, and turns towards her current companion. She quickly rotates back around to allow the young woman some privacy, pretending to be busy with figuring out how to open the casing off the communicator to display its innards. "So...Tigress...right?" She glances over her shoulder then, frowning with concern at the sight of Artemis' trembling.

For now the Kryptonian still maintains some resilience to the cold, but Artemis (as far as she is aware) is completely human. Her boots tap on the mostly even cave floor as she approaches, slows and then knees. Reaching out, she pulls the bag closer to her and helps pull out the medical supplies. "Here...let me help," she offers. She is no medic but her hands are definitely steadier. She is thinking that maybe she should talk to someone about learning more about this stuff; she might not be the one who needs patching up but there are plenty of people who could benefit from her having such knowledge.

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Meaningless grudges? No Artemis didn’t hold those either, how ever her weakness was not just holding a grudge but cherishing it, nurturing it, singing it to sleep till it her enemy was finally buried than making a bi monthly pilgrimage to dance on the grave.

Case in point her current vendetta against Lex Luthor and the remnants of the Light. For what they did to Wally...Artemis was a hairsbreadth away from dropping into a very very dark place.

Fortunately or not that was neither here nor now, and if she didn’t figure out a way off this mountain her vengeance would be moot. The dead and frozen don’t get to take revenge on the living. Of course that didn’t mean she wasn’t wishing that a certain bald President wasn’t stuck in this cave instead of her. Her thoughts of watching Lex freeze to death while mentally warming did nothing for their current predicament. “Heh. Can’t really blame them when the left gear got ripped off.” Or at least that’s what she thought happened, the moments leading up to the crash were still hazy. Speaking of… “Thanks by the way.” Her harsh voice wrapped around the words nearly begrudgingly, but without Supergirl Artemis would have been a lovely smear on the pristine white snow.

“Sent for me?” Artemis’s head cocked curiously at that, “Before the attack or?” It was possible the Watchtower had happened to be looking in the right place, or that J’onn was still mentally keeping tabs on her, either really was plausible, she was just curious if they had known something was up with her delivery before she’d had warning.

The corners of her mouth lifted as Supergirl’s heat vision warmed the boulders she’d pointed out, and with it raised the temperature by a few degrees, if they cuddled up to one they might just make it out alive; cold killed much much faster than hunger, and god knew they had enough to drink. “Great. Assuming nothing is still on our trail we should be able to hole up here for a while.” voicing her thoughts to the other girl Artemis grimaced at the ‘reminder’ of her injuries. “Know how?” She really didn’t want to unclasp her corset, the support while didn’t feel ‘good’ felt much much better than what she’d been under.

“Once i get my armor off, wrap them like this.” She mimed the layering, lines of pain etched themselves deeply around her eyes and mouth as her chest protested the movements, “Not to tight or i can’t breathe, i’ll let you know.” Consideringly Artemis paused, “You can see the bones right? Try to line up the ribs if any are cracked.” She was pretty sure at least two were. “Might pass out, don’t freak. Just make sure i’m breathing and should wake up in a minute, if not-” Artemis’s smirk turned amusedly dark, “give me a little love tap to wake me up.” Normally she wouldn’t have worried about it, but considering this girl could likely slap her head off her neck...well she wanted to be clear.

“Tigress...or Artemis, Kara right?” Connor had commented once or twice about the not cousin. “Never get to meet a new hero in not ‘oh god oh god we are all gonna die.’ Circumstances.”

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No sense in losing your sense of humor in the face of terrible odds. You are less likely to survive if you are busy keeping your chin up than allowing the doom and gloom to overtake your demeanor. Supergirl chuckles softly as they speak of landing gear, eyes warming with mirth but there is unaccountable weariness in her face. She pushes against it, not wanting to be beaten by it. It would pass. She hopes. "You're welcome," she replies, even if the thanks seemed to be spoken out of obligation. "Could have worked out better but... " But at least Artemis is not jellied on the mountain side. They can deal with the situation as long as they are alive. "I'll get it right the next time you are plummeted towards the earth," she jokes.

Kara shrugs her shoulders lightly and looks up from the communicator, moving to clip it to her belt until she can get a better look at it. With a scientist for a father, there has to be something she can do with the thing. "They got a distress signal. An automatic transmission when the plane took damage, maybe? They did not give me much before they sent me off."

With the cave warming slightly, buying them a little extra time, Kara turns her focus on the wounded woman. "Don't worry. You'll wake with your head attached to your body." She says it with a smirk. Honestly, though, she is wondering if she would be able to summon the strength for such a thing even if she wanted to. Yeah, she is sure hoping that those things do not come back cause she is afraid she will be utterly useless by that time.

"Didn't you read the new superhero handbook? Due to an ever growing need to be theatrical, heroes must become acquainted in dramatic situations." She looks up and grins. "It's in the rulebook." She pauses before saying, "Nice to meet you anyway." Even if it is a short time before their eventual deaths. How depressing.

It is with some effort that she follows the instructions given her, feeling a burning in her body that seems to evaporate her energy. When she is finished and she has woken the other blonde up, she flops beside Artemis, unclasping her cape from around her neck and draping it over them both to trap some of their body heat. Her hands shake a little as she works the cover off the communicator, swaying and head drooping forward a bit. "Any better?" she exhales, inquiring of Artemis' condition now. (From the other side of Tigress' bag, a green light glows through the crack in the lead container.)

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Yeah ok Artemis wasn’t exactly a beacon of sweetness and manners at the best of times, and getting dropped out of the sky by flying fucking monkeys (Was it monkeys? She couldn’t remember clearly) seeing her lovely little plane get blown up, tossed into the damn snow and needing to lead a girl she’d never met before through wrapping her ribs...yeah it wasn’t a situation to inspire her ‘best’.

“I’ll try not to give you too much practice, it’s hell on my insurance rates.” Yup when Artemis stopped being snarky it was time to batten down the hatches cuz shit was hitting the fan. Artemis relaxed slightly, “Good, than J’onn or whoever is on duty knows, and when they can’t reach either of us…” Someone would come looking, one of the perks of being part of a group even if Artemis herself was on the fringes after Wally’s death. “Goodie, I like my head.” her head which was also starting to get loopy, great. “Wait a growing need since when have you all been anything other than dramatic as fuck?” Yeah as though SHE couldn’t have been accused of the same! “I must have left before they came out with that.”

Artemis did pass out briefly while Kara managed her ribs, coming too feeling marginally better, still couldn’t breath or move well but at least her pain was slightly better managed, “Remind me to make a better effort to smuggle painkillers in my kit.” She muttered coming too. Funny it was easier to hide her costume than to try and disguise drugs...damn dogs.

“Yeah. Better.” Artemis shifted till her back was against the cave wall, warming herself on the rock next to her, “Anything happen?” At the girl’s negative Artemis took a slow breath, “So. We can hang out here and wait for rescue, or go out and see if anything is trying to finish what they started with the wreck.” The other girl was starting to look almost as bad as she was, “Hey, you ok? Lookin’...pale.” the glow was ignored for the time, Artemis needed to put two and two together and at the moment she was unfortunately concentrating on other things.

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Kara scoffs lightly and glances at the woman with a smile as she gets to work on trying to patch Artemis up. She concentrates on steadying her hands and working as gently as she can; because sometimes it can be a chore to remember her own strength (it is not like she was born with it). She is wondering if that is going to be a factor in the next little while, starting to feel as though she is being physically drained. "I like not having to explain to whoever comes for us why I decapitated someone."

The short laugh she barks out sounds tired even in her own ears. "Well, you know how everyone is always in such denial." Kara glances up from her work and smirks deviously. "And, hey, you might want to turn that 'you all' into 'we'. You dress up and run around like a crazy person like the rest of us." Injured or not, she is not going to let Artemis get away that easily with separating herself from the rest of the costumed freaks of the hero world. As silly as it is, it i not something Kara feels any of them need to be ashamed of. They save a lot of lives. That should be enough leeway for their tendency for the theatrical.

Artemis passes out during the process and wakes after the task is complete. "I will," she says as she settles beside the heroine. "Nothing happened," she answers and turns her shifting attention to the communicator. Her eyes go in and out of focus and she reaches up to brush strands of hair distractedly out of her face yet she does not acknowledge the two options they seem to have which Artemis laid out for them. If Supergirl actually heard her the words did not register.

The questioning tone the woman takes seems to be what snags her ear. Her gaze flicks so she can look sidelong at her companion, pausing and then shaking her head as she squints at the details of the parts in the device she holds. "I don't...feel well..." she mutters after a beat. The communicator's ability to pass verbal dialogue back and forth is...beyond her to repair without the proper replacement parts. Yet even though the technology is primitive, she might be able to rewire it to send out a signal that, with luck, could be picked up by their allies (or alternatively the enemy...).

She has to intent of starting the process, but her fingers are trembling too much and her head too dizzy for the delicate work and tiny wire. Dazedly Kara hands the object off to Artemis, nearly dropping it as she does. "Switch...red wire...blue wire. Remove green...and..." The teen sharply leans toward Art and slowly back, her eyes closed against the spinning before the will to go on is not enough. The Kryptonian slumps crookedly against the wall, with a groaning sigh sliding down limply on her side.

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“Hey! I’m not the one running around with a cape!” Yeah ok so her Artemis costume wasn’t exactly subtle and her Tigress wasn’t either but damn it THAT at least had a good reason! After all she’d been undercover with a new identity one that had its own particular flare, far from the woman known as Artemis.

The reasons for keeping her assumed costume were deeper; in effect Artemis had died the night Wally had, and she’d had no intention of picking up that green on green again. As she’d told Bart, Artemis was Wally’s partner, but now that he was back…

Distracted by her pain, assessing the situation and seeing how fucked exactly they were Artemis was taken by surprise when Kara damn near passed out on top of her.

Dear Universe: What the fuck did I do in a past life and can I please just get a little break?’

“Supergirl! Kara!” Gritting her teeth Artemis shifted to run her hands over the other girl assessing her with quick professionalism for injuries that she might have been hiding (or for the normally invulnerable girl might not have realized... ) Finding nothing Artemis growled lowly under her breath, Toxin? Poison? What could have…

Artemis spun in place, tiny dots dancing her vision to cloud the deep green glow from her bag, “Oh fuck me.” Kryptonite. It had to be. The broken communicator in her hand was one option IF she could get it working, if not….

Artemis glanced at the other girl, that was clearly what they had been after and Art couldn’t let it fall into someone like the Lights hands...on the other hand it was killing Kara HERE and NOW. Wrapping the device back into the other girls hands Artemis hefted her duffle, “You know how to fix that, i’ll get this away. Call for help.” The Watchtower had to know by now that something was wrong, Artemis could survive the cold long enough...she just needed to find another shelter, and she couldn’t leave the mineral unguarded.

Sparing a look for the weakened alien Art grace her with a smile, “Don’t forget to come get me.” she quipped heading out into the snow.
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Dr. Youssef had been an apologetic man. Dick- disguised as Dan Schlägen, a representative of Wayne Inc- had approached him with potential funding for his work salvaging and dissecting Reach Tech. However, like most remote places, unified law enforcement was scarce. When raiders had hit Dr. Youssef's laboratory, the man had not been able to stop them from ferreting away the remains three disassembled Reach battle spears. Dick had seen those weapons in action, and while they weren't the MFD's he was looking for, he was intent on making his research into the Reach cumulative effort.

Still, it was hard going when the prospects disappeared between his fingers like that. Dick- Dan- clasped Dr. Youssef bracingly before turning to leave. Without the tech, the grant and partnership with Wayne Inc would be nullified. And Dick would have hit another frustratingly dead end.

"Wait," Dr. Youssef said hurriedly.

Dick waited.

"I sent off another, in a plane, I can give you coordinates," the doctor continued in rushed English.

Two hours later, Dick was back in costume. His mind was largely centered on the flash drive Dr. Youssef had presented him with- a good faith payment that promised his research was legit. Dick hadn't had the time to skim it, but he was optimistic that it would shed some light on how Reach tech functioned.

For now, he tracked the flight path Youssef had given him.

The Batplane was suited for most weather patterns, so a bit of snowfall over the mountains wasn't any trouble for him. The plane was sleek and smooth, more akin to a jet than a plane. The only thing that it lacked was the ability to tune into a good radio station. After a long stretch of silent flying through the cloud cover, Dick craved the distraction of a Top 40 playlist. His thoughts tended to drift in the direction of the whole Wally problem otherwise.

A distress signal lit up his comm.

The location approximately along the course charted by Youssef's plane. Too coincidental for Dick's liking. He'd have to act fast to ensure that no other Reach tech escaped from him. The plane's jets roared to life, belching flame that evaporated the falling snow on contact. Dick typed in a new set of coordinates and the plane shot off after the distress signal.

He set the plane to hover, before dropping down into the snow, straightening and unclipping the line from his belt. The cold was biting, but nothing Dick hadn't dealt with before. He tapped the blue symbol on his chest, the white overlaying Nightwing's usual dark gray. His eyes squinted through the flurries of snow, landing on the shape of a wreckage in the distance.

The wreckage shifted, slid, then slowly tipped out of sight- off the edge of a cliff. Dick, very calmly, swore.

A figure was approaching. Dick preferred to play it safe: he wasn't going to wait for an introduction to find out whether this person was a friendly or not. He reached into his belt, then hurled a bola at the oncoming figure. The cord wrapped around their legs and sent them sprawling in the snow. Dick straightened from his crouch, satisfied. He'd always been a good shot.

As he got closer, a sense of incredulity threatened to drown out his sense of caution.

"Artemis?"

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The girl groans breathily as Artemis calls to her, using both her codename and real name. Hooded eyes rolled in the direction of the woman but she is having a hard enough finding the energy to breathe let alone use that precious air to speak. Her eyelids slip shut and she finds herself teetering on the precipice of darkness. And it is seeming more and more inviting; she wants to just give in and sleep.

The feel of the other blonde's hands searching her barely registers as she spends her consciousness doggedly holding onto it. She is vaguely aware of Artemis' curse, it trickles down and Kara gives a wheezy sigh and opens her eyes to look up at the dark ceiling of the cave. She finds it painfully and sadistically ironic somehow that they should be in a cave of all places. It was Batman who first pulled Kryptonite on her, she dreamily (more like nightmarishly) recalls and he was a pain in her rear ever since.

So yeah...caves...Kara decides she hates caves. And bats.

She looks down dozily as she feels the broken communicator placed back in her hand. Kara's brow furrows and she stirs as though to sit up. "...what? ...no...too cold." This day just got worse, forcing someone out into an unwelcoming environment because she is being soundly beaten by a dumb rock. And it is not as though she is in much of a position to argue. Kara watches with a blunted sense of urgency as Art moves to head back into the snow. "I won't..."

As the Kryptonite leaves her proximity, Kara's head begins to clear a little. She directs her attention down on the object in her hand and with weighted limbs holds it where she can concentrate on it. She maneuvers the wires around, ensuring that it is enough to send out a signal to whoever is watching. And surely someone must be.

(Sorry if it sucks)
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