Barbara Gordon | Batgirl

[Barbara's not looking her best. Her clothes are dirty and torn, her face is scratched. Her hair is a tangled mess.

But there's no pain in her expression. No fear, no distress, no timidity. When she speaks, her voice is steady and sharp.

She's not putting on any airs, not any more.]

I'm sure most of you know by now that this world isn't safe. The Vanquish have conquered and enslaved the humans on this colony, and they don't care if some of us aren't natives - or aren't usually human.

I'd like to know if anyone else has had encounters with them. If we can pool information, we can better prepare ourselves for future confrontations.

The group that attacked us were - vaguely reptilian. Tough scales, long tails, sharp claws. About eight feet tall. They had four eyes and long snouts, full of sharp teeth. I don't know if the bite is venomous.

Don't bother going for the eyes unless you have something sharp - they seem to have nictitating membranes. ...Transparent, protective eyelids.

From what I could tell their stomachs were the most vulnerable, but it won't be an easy hit. They're fast, and they know what they're doing.

[She stops, then, and a flicker of - something crosses her expression, tightening her mouth and creasing her brow.]

I know some of you are intent on charging the Vanquish stronghold.

[It's a ridiculous, reckless idea.]

I hope you can get something useful out of this.