Clarrisa Moon

You’re in a crater. You’d fallen from space like a meteor. Anti-Kryptonian mechs surround you. They boast sonic and cannons that glowed with a suspicious green energy. Sonics and kryptonite, besides magic, are the best way to take you down.

How did these guys know you’d be here? The plan to knock OMAC, the meta-hunting satellite, out of its orbit had obviously failed. Its defenses had shot you back to earth in a fireball. You push yourself the rest of the way up, dragging your red cape. Then you get up on unsteady feet, swaying dizzily, your ears still ringing. What the hell was going on?! Your question was answered when a feminine voice called to you.

“Welcome back to Earth, Power Girl. How do our satellites look? Is the world’s HBO safe tonight?” You close your eyes, your heart sinks. No. Not her. “So nice of you to take the time,” she said, “Unless that’s not what you went up there for. But you wouldn’t do something like... attack a half-a-trillion-dollar government installation...”

Her hands on her cocked hips, was a woman with saucy red hair and the look of a corporate predator. She wore an immaculate green skirt suit that was fitted perfectly to a figure hardened by the best personal trainer money could buy. Her features were likewise hard, almost angular, so perfect they seemed unnatural, and probably were. She was lovely and sharp, especially her eyes, which bore right into yours.

Clarissa Moon, CEO of Moon Solutions. Not only was she someone you’d interacted with both as Power Girl and your alter ego, Karen Starr, but she was an irritant to both. On the one hand, she had hounded you as a superheroine, one of the people leading the charge in the anti-superhero craze that was sweeping the country. On the other hand, her competing company had outmaneuvered you left and right, until a hostile takeover was a foregone conclusion within a year. Now, looking at her smug smile, you knew things had just gotten worse.

“It’s definitely not a good look, Power Girl,” she glanced at her nails, “Trying to destroy government property. “Lucky thing my meta-protection drones were here to subdue you before you did any more damage.” The drones hadn’t moved yet, but they were ready to pummel you from all sides. They could definitely fly at speeds capable of pursuing you. You already felt tired. Looking at all the firepower, you were starting to feel more tired by the second. “How... did you find me?” you turned back to her, “How did you get here so fast?”

“Luck, mostly,” she admits, “I had these units on standby and tracked you when you came through the stratosphere. You landed within easy flying range of my central deployment facility too.” You didn’t know if it was better or worse that you’d all but fallen into Moon’s lap, instead of an elaborate scheme.

“Lucky for me, anyway,” she traced around the bot’s ball joint ankle, “The cops and the reporters will be here just in time to see you battling my drones. Caught red handed undermining the government meta-control mandate, then rightfully captured.” She turns to grin at you, “It will be all over every news site in minutes, my brand name front and center.”

“I’ll even be there to answer questions,” Clarissa crosses her arms and smirks at you, “All about what you did and how well my drones performed. They’re the perfect design for taking down kryptonians, Power Girl. You don’t have a chance.” You were hurt, surrounded, and soon you’ll be designated a fugitive of most Earth governments.