Reincarnated as Supergirl (YJ / Kara Zor-El (Comics))

Chapter 57

Kara made one last adjustment to Kori's power armor and stepped back.

Her own armor was larger, entirely black and had predominantly masculine features —well, it was better to say the armor was unisex— with several armored plates.

She also had a heavier model ready in case it was ever needed, one that traded flexibility for strength and defense, but the one she operated as Forge was balanced.

Kori's armor took, in some ways, the opposite approach. Made for a mix of agility and flexibility, it was very clearly female. Lighter and sleeker, the armor relied more on a force field for protection over more straightforward means.

The material could still take a few kryptonian level blows if the forcefield failed, but the equipment was made to hug Kori's form, allowing for a wide range of movements and not optimized for protection. The helmet was metallic, with only a red visor that blocked some of her field of view, but not enough to cause serious problems.

While the armor did have a few projectile weapons, the main offense was the Sword of Beowulf at her waist. The sheath had been put inside a metal casing so it wouldn't be immediately recognized, but the sword could easily be drawn out and its magic would augment Kori's already impressive powers and skills.

Looking at the end product, Kara nodded. At least the armor should cover the Tamaranean's entire body.

Kori had NOT liked the first version of the armor, the thick metal plates had blocked her movements and, while she hadn't said anything about it, she had clearly disliked the bulky look.

Kori wasn't as strong or resistant as some of the supers like Superman, Black Adam, and Martian Manhunter, so improving her defenses was good, but the Tamaranean's sheer martial skill more than made up for any lack of durability.

Turning her girlfriend into a tank was meaningless if Kara also curbed her ability to fight effectively.

Still, Kara reached for her tools and leaned forward again. Perhaps she could improve the shield's output by another percent if only she could...

An arm wrapped around her neck and, before she could react, pulled her back, dragging her out of the room without a pause.

"That will be quite enough," the owner of the arm said, peeved.

"Kori! Come on, I'm almost done," Kara moaned, but didn't resist too much.

"Kara!" her girlfriend continued to drag her away from the armor as the AI finished its last minute calibrations. "Please, have you not pledged not to spend such an extended period in your laboratory?"

"It's not my laboratory, just the workroom," she complained. Kara didn't have a laboratory at home yet. That particular failing would be ratified once they finally moved into the reformed house. "I just wanted to have the armor ready for tomorrow."

"Your excuses will not fool me. My armor does not need any more adjustments," Kori shook her head and tightened the grip on Kara's neck. "Perhaps it is time for you to stop worrying and come eat. You still require rest and nourishment, yes? Conceivably, it could be helpful tonight."

"Conceivably," Kara grudgingly admitted, her stomach growling at the thought of food and causing her to flush. "Yeah, I guess I could eat, thanks."

Lifting his head, Dexter seemed to have heard her because he immediately jumped from the sofa and started weaving between their legs, releasing a few meows as if to remind them he wanted food too.

"No, it's my food, you have your own," Kara glared at the cat, but it only stared back, round eyes slowly eroding her resolve.

Turning away before he could win, she saw that Kori had ordered pizza. With a sigh, she sat at the table and watched the Tamaranean cover a slice with mustard.