Starlette cruised high over Regina on a brilliant star shaped manifestation that was the size of a beanbag chair and felt much the same, reveling at the joy of being a superhero in a town where very little ever happened. Sure just helping out the police with basic crimes and getting into one or two parahuman fights a year wouldn't make her famous, but she probably wouldn't end up dead either. After she was done college she could see about moving to Vancouver or Toronto to play with the big shots. For now the clear skies of her prairie home were enough for her. The peaceful night was shattered by the sound of metal breaking and crumpling. Jumping to her feet Starlette pushed her star into a steep dive hoping to reach the accident before anyone was too badly hurt to save. Her mind was already going over her first aid training and guessing at the most likely injuries for a car accident. Her hand went to her mouth when she saw the four figures standing in the middle of the busy street surrounded by dead bodies. The largest one, wearing pitch black armour, picked a car up in one hand and threw it at her as easily as a beach ball. Instinctively Starlette veered to the side handily avoiding it, then the blood drained from her face as she saw the people screaming inside the vehicle. Stars appeared around the car slowing it down, desperately trying to save the people from a deadly landing. Even as she struggled to handle the weight and momentum she hit her radio. "Starlette here, need immediate back up, The Horsemen are -" She was thrown off her star as another car slammed into her. A small star appeared around her hand keeping her in the air. Her eyes widened in horror as the two airborne cars hit the ground, the people in the first car might have survived, the other one... She let her anger at the senseless murder overpower the grief and horror. Filling the air between her and the top teir supervillains with small razor sharp stars, she sent them flying in for the kill. War waded through the razor storm, while the rest of the Horsemen casually walked away intent on their own missions of death. ** Rescue crews dug Starlette out from under a transport truck that was embedded in the side of a building the next day. She was cradled inside one of her stars which had kept her alive. As they eased her onto a stretcher she regained conscious, moaning in pain from the multitude of injuries. "D-did I slow them down?" she asked faintly. The paramedic looked away, trying to ignore the wails of ambulances and desperate shouts for help and construction equipment to rescue survivors in the rubble. "Yeah, you slowed them down until help could arrive," he finally said. It looked like she was trying to say something but after a few seconds she fell back into unconsciousness, a tiny smile on her lips.
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