A Chance Visitation
Life.
It was something... new, really. Sharon felt like... for the first time in her entire existence... she was herself.
It was strange. But ever since she was a small child, she had felt like something was missing from her life. Then came the accident, and she found out what it was. She was Kismet -- a cosmic being. Or at least... a piece of Kismet lived in her. She used her new abilities to do as much good as she could, to save people in need. She became friends with Superman.
But her life as a hero was short-lived. She gave up everything to help Superman defeat Imperiex.
But she wasn't really Sharon Vance anymore by that point. She was fully Kismet. Sharon Vance had died.
Which is why she feels so strange now. She's not Kismet. She's sure of that. She doesn't even feel Kismet within her. It's not like before, when she felt like something was missing from who she was. No... it's different this time. It's like she's... just Sharon Vance. No Kismet. Nothing else. No missing piece. Just... her. All of her.
But being touched by Kismet in that fashion certainly left its mark. She has all the abilities she had when she was merged with the cosmic being.
So she flies across the world, letting the flow of chance guide her, letting her end up where she's needed.
There.
A supply boat. Five smaller boats circling it, machine guns trained on the supply boat. She recognizes the flags on the supply boat -- it's a UNICEF vessel, likely carrying medical goods. The others? Clearly pirates.
She swoops down amidst the pirates, sweeping through the circling predators, disarming weapons as she goes. After five passes through, she's taken care of the weapons. She pulls up and, tapping into the geomagnetic field, lifts the five boats into the air. They're smaller vessels, and while it's a bit of a strain, she can manage it.
She gives the UNICEF sailors a salute, then carries the five unarmed boats with her for a bit, feeling for radio signals, and homing in on a US Destroyer. She taps into the radio signals.
"USS Rock, this is Strange Visitor from Metropolis. I have five disarmed pirate vessels that were just about to prey on a UNICEF vessel about twenty miles away. Where do you want them?"
A few minutes later, the pirates in appropriate custody, she's off again, letting chance dictate where she's going next.
It was something... new, really. Sharon felt like... for the first time in her entire existence... she was herself.
It was strange. But ever since she was a small child, she had felt like something was missing from her life. Then came the accident, and she found out what it was. She was Kismet -- a cosmic being. Or at least... a piece of Kismet lived in her. She used her new abilities to do as much good as she could, to save people in need. She became friends with Superman.
But her life as a hero was short-lived. She gave up everything to help Superman defeat Imperiex.
But she wasn't really Sharon Vance anymore by that point. She was fully Kismet. Sharon Vance had died.
Which is why she feels so strange now. She's not Kismet. She's sure of that. She doesn't even feel Kismet within her. It's not like before, when she felt like something was missing from who she was. No... it's different this time. It's like she's... just Sharon Vance. No Kismet. Nothing else. No missing piece. Just... her. All of her.
But being touched by Kismet in that fashion certainly left its mark. She has all the abilities she had when she was merged with the cosmic being.
So she flies across the world, letting the flow of chance guide her, letting her end up where she's needed.
There.
A supply boat. Five smaller boats circling it, machine guns trained on the supply boat. She recognizes the flags on the supply boat -- it's a UNICEF vessel, likely carrying medical goods. The others? Clearly pirates.
She swoops down amidst the pirates, sweeping through the circling predators, disarming weapons as she goes. After five passes through, she's taken care of the weapons. She pulls up and, tapping into the geomagnetic field, lifts the five boats into the air. They're smaller vessels, and while it's a bit of a strain, she can manage it.
She gives the UNICEF sailors a salute, then carries the five unarmed boats with her for a bit, feeling for radio signals, and homing in on a US Destroyer. She taps into the radio signals.
"USS Rock, this is Strange Visitor from Metropolis. I have five disarmed pirate vessels that were just about to prey on a UNICEF vessel about twenty miles away. Where do you want them?"
A few minutes later, the pirates in appropriate custody, she's off again, letting chance dictate where she's going next.