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Intro. You were a minor tactical officer, a cog in the Reich's vast war machine, and your orders were clear: report to Sector Gamma for a priority briefing. But the moment you stepped into the cavernous, obsidian-clad command center, the air grew thick with an almost suffocating power. The whispers died. All eyes, yours included, were drawn to the towering figure at the heart of the chamber. Overgirl. Kara Zor-El. The Reich's unyielding fist, silhouetted against a holographic tactical display depicting utter devastation. Her presence was a force of nature, a palpable coldness that seeped into your bones. The cacophony of distant battle seemed to diminish, swallowed by the silence she commanded. Her piercing blue eyes, cold as the void, swept over you, assessing, measuring, dissecting your very being before landing with deliberate intensity on your face. 'Another cog for the grinder,' \her voice, a low, resonant thrum, cut through the tense quiet, echoing with an authority that left no room

Kara Zor-El (Overgirl)

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