Supergirl: Alien Invasion

Kara flew fast and hard into the sky, chasing the object—but as she got close, it shimmered again.

And disappeared.

No sound. No flash. It just blinked out of sight like it had never been there.

Kara hovered in place for a moment, scanning the area with her eyes, listening—but there was nothing. Nothing except the cold air and distant stars.

Frowning, she turned back and dove down toward the Earth.

A few seconds later, she landed next to the speeding car, opened the passenger side door, and slid back in.

Jake looked at her, stunned. "You okay? What the hell was that?"

Kara didn't take her eyes off the road ahead. "There's something up there," she said quietly. "I don't know what it was—but it saw me."

"Well, what did that thing look like? The one you saw up there," Janet asked, her eyes darting between Kara and Jacob.

Kara kept her gaze on the road ahead, her voice low. "From down here, it looked almost like a star. But the way it moved… it was off. Too precise. No blinking, no drifting—it was just hovering. When I flew up, I got a clearer look. It was like… a UFO. Smooth, metallic, and just floating. And then it vanished. Like it knew I was coming."

Janet's face tightened with concern. "Great. So now we've got poison, monsters, mind-controlled scientists, and something watching us from space."

Kara nodded solemnly.

Janet sighed. "Alright. First thing's first—we deal with Jacob. Then we figure out whatever that thing is."

Just then, the glowing lights of their base came into view.

The car pulled up to the secured gates. As they passed through, a team of medics and staff came rushing out, alerted by the urgent call earlier. The vehicle barely stopped before Janet and Jake leapt out to help Kara carry Jacob.

"He's been injected with something—green liquid, looked toxic. We slowed it, but he's getting worse," Kara said quickly, her voice calm but urgent.

They rushed Jacob inside, his breathing ragged, the faint green hue still visible under his skin. The base doors sealed behind them.

Once Kara and Janet entered the base, they didn't waste time. They headed straight for the glass containment cell—the old man was still their best lead. If anyone knew what the hell was going on, it was him.

But as they approached, Kara's pace slowed.

He was lying on the floor, still.

Janet's eyes widened. "Oh god… is he dead?"

Kara opened the glass door and rushed in, kneeling by his side. She checked his vitals quickly, her expression falling. "He's gone."

"What the hell?" Janet muttered. "What could've done this while we were gone?"

Without hesitation, they stormed toward the base's security station.

"Hey!" Janet barked. "Pull up the footage from the cell. We need to see what happened to the old man."

Adam, the security tech, looked up from his desk with a mouthful of chips and a guilty expression. "Uh—got it, gimme a sec."

He clicked through the camera feeds, pulling up the footage.

The screen showed the old man sitting quietly one moment… then suddenly, he clutched his throat, convulsing, gasping for air—and just before he collapsed, the feed glitched and cut to static.

"What the hell?" Kara said. "You didn't notice any of this?"

Adam scratched the back of his neck. "I don't know… I was just sitting here playing, you know, Minecraft."

Janet stared at him. "Seriously? Someone dies under your watch and you were mining for diamonds?"

"I—I didn't know! There's like a hundred feeds to monitor. I was taking a short break. I'm sorry, okay?" Adam stammered.

Janet groaned and turned away. "Unbelievable."

She walked over to Kara, her voice tight. "Well, great. Our one lead just died, and all we've got now are those weird-ass documents."

Kara looked back toward the cell, her mind racing. Something wasn't adding up.

Kara and Janet rushed back to the table, frantically flipping through the old man's documents.

"There has to be something," Kara muttered.

She sighed in frustration, slapping one of the files shut. "Ugh. There's nothing here but these stupid military photos."

Janet rested a hand on Kara's shoulder. "It's okay. We'll figure it out. And Jacob… he's strong. He's gonna be fine."

Kara took a deep breath, trying to calm herself—until something caught her eye.

"Wait," she said, holding one of the photos up. "This military base… does it look familiar to you?"

Janet leaned in. "Hold on." She pulled out her phone, tapped rapidly, and searched for a reference image.

Seconds later, she froze. "That's… that's Area 51."

Kara's brow furrowed. "What's in Area 51?"

Janet stood and started pacing. "Okay, so… Area 51 is supposedly where the U.S. government hides alien tech—some say even alien bodies. Experiments, crashes, cover-ups… All rumors, obviously."

"Obviously," Kara echoed, unconvinced.

"It's all top secret," Janet added. "Not even our division has access to anything about it."

"So… what do you think we should do?" Kara asked.

Before Janet could answer, a member of the medical team poked his head into the room.

"Hey, Janet—Jacob's stabilizing. He's awake if you want to see him."

Both Kara and Janet quickly followed him to the infirmary. Jake was already sitting beside Jacob, who looked pale but alert, propped up on a pillow.

"Hey," Jacob rasped.

Janet smiled with relief. "I'm glad you survived."

Jacob chuckled weakly. "Guess it's not my time yet."

Not long after, the nurse pulled Kara, Janet, and Jake aside in the hallway, closing the door softly behind her. Her expression was tight with concern.

"Even though Jacob's stabilizing, his condition is still critical," she said. "He needs an antidote. We don't have it here. And… without it, I don't think he'll ever be able to walk again."

Janet's breath caught. Jake took a step forward. "What? Did you tell him this?"

The nurse shook her head. "No… I didn't want to scare him. He's already been through enough."

Jake ran a hand through his hair, frustration and worry etched into his face. "Okay. We can't just stay here and do nothing. If this poison is alien, and no one here knows how to treat it… then we need to find someone who does."

"That means Area 51," Janet said quietly, almost to herself.

Before anyone could respond, another nurse stepped out of the room holding a tablet. Her eyes landed on Kara. "Kara… is this you?"

She held up a TikTok video playing on her screen. It showed a blonde woman in a black tactical suit stepping out of a car—and flying straight into the sky.

Everyone stared at the screen in silence.

Kara's jaw tightened. Janet cursed under her breath, "Damn it. It must've been that car behind us."

Kara glanced at her suit—black pants, black jacket—no mistaking it.

Her cover was blown.

"You? You have superpowers? What are you?" asked the nurse, staring at Kara like she was something completely other.

By the next morning, the truth was no longer just inside the walls of the base — it was everywhere.

The TikTok clip of Kara flying into the sky had gone viral. News sites picked it up. Twitter, Instagram, YouTube — flooded with slowed-down replays, freeze-frame analyses, and hashtags like #RealLifeSupergirl, #AlienAmongUs, and #WhoIsShe.

Some thought it was fake — a stunt or deepfake:

"Bro, that's CGI for sure."

"Nah, that's AI stuff. You can literally see the pixels."

But then a few professionals — aerospace experts, video analysts — went on record saying;

"There's no sign of editing here."

"Based on trajectory and motion blur, that's real flight."

And then came the comments. The ones that stung the most:

"Wtf is she? Get off our planet."

"Aliens should be registered and monitored — this is a threat."

"So Superman's not the only one? What else are they hiding?"

Even though, other than the people in the organization, they have no idea who the mysterious woman really is. It's still a bad new for Kara.

The video had millions of views, and the damage was done.

Inside the base, Kara walked stiffly toward the Leader's office.

David was already waiting. His tone was tight. "Kara."

She stepped inside and stood silently.

"We've talked about this," he began, pacing behind his desk. "And listen, we really respect what you did. What you've done for the team, what you did in that lab—hell, you saved lives."

"Well… thank you," Kara said cautiously.

David sighed. "But you're an alien. Right? Like him. Like Superman."

Kara didn't answer right away. Then, quietly, she nodded.

David rubbed his forehead. "After a very long night of calls and… debates… we've reached a decision."

Kara's stomach dropped.

"You can't work here anymore," David said. "Not after this. You're fired."

"What?" she said sharply. "Because of that video?"

"Because of what it confirmed, Kara. You're an alien who's been working undercover inside a classified government organization. People are freaking out. We've got politicians calling. Military oversight. We can't keep you here—it's not personal."

Kara's hands curled into fists. "It's not personal? I've been risking my life for you. For this team."

"I know," David said quietly. "I know. And it's wrong. But it's out of my hands now. The board made the final call. You're to be discharged immediately."

Kara turned toward the door.

"They want you gone before this gets worse," David added, almost like a final apology. "I'm sorry."

She didn't look back. Didn't say a word.

Janet approached, waiting outside David's office. "Kara!" she called out.

Kara stopped and sighed. "I can't work here anymore. They fired me."

"I know… I heard it," Janet said with a heavy breath. She paused, then added, "But what if I told you there's a way—a way to prove you're here to protect. Like Superman. Not to harm."

"But they already know that. And it didn't matter." Kara said, lowering her voice. "They hated aliens."

Janet stepped closer. "Then we show them something they can't ignore."

Kara looked at her. "What do you think we should do?"

Janet took a breath, then said firmly, "We're going to Area 51."

On their way out of the building, the conversation continued.

"Wait—Area 51? Isn't that government property?" Kara asked. "Wouldn't breaking in be illegal?"

"Yes," Janet replied without hesitation. "But what if the government already knows more than we think? What if they've known about aliens for decades? Look—if there's anyone hiding the truth, it's them. If we can uncover what's really going on in there, we don't just prove you're one of the good ones. We blow the whole cover off this thing."

Kara glanced down, conflicted. "So… we'd basically be going rogue?"

Janet gave her a look. "We already are rogue."

The two turned and started walking toward the parking lot, the silence between them heavy but determined. Just as they reached the car, Jake stepped out from behind a pillar, arms crossed.

"Wait…. Where are you going?" he asked, eyeing them with suspicion.

Janet paused, glanced at Kara, then back at Jake.

With no hesitation, she answered,

"Area 51."