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Title: A Young Kryptonian's Travels Or, Seize The Fish!
Fandom:SV
Pairing:Kal-El/OCs, Kal-El/Lex
Rating:NC-17
Summary:A little bit of this, a little bit of that and stirred into a totally self-indulgent stew. This is just for fun! Also, this contains bits of nearly every SF story I've ever read.
The Previous Parts are here,yelping havoc, and slipping loose the hamsters of annoyance.
On exiting the wormhole, a beacon dropped from the suit like an overfull tick and positioned itself to mark the exit.
The suit homed in on a group of planets orbiting a yellow sun. It searched for signs to tell it which of them would be likely to support the life it held in comfort, and moved steadily towards the unknown system.
An unheard voice inside Kal-El's head sighed, "We're not in the Dominion anymore…"
Meanwhile on Krypton, trouble was brewing, a bitter, over cooked, sat on the hot plate all day kind of brew….
"Silence! Silence!" The Head of The Institutes of All Sciences shouted down the outraged buzz of sound in the great Hall. He was grateful that this session was being held privately—if this disaster of a meeting had been broadcast to the Citizens, all of their reputations would have suffered. The separate Halls argued with each other, but one fact was plain and simple to comprehend—an asteroid the size of a Planet Sweeper was headed swiftly towards Krypton, where it would have the same effect…destruction of all life on Krypton.
Solutions had been offered, the Hall Of Military Science had proposed blowing the asteroids into bits. But the bits themselves were guaranteed to rain down disaster and terrible loss of life and property…
The Hall of Science-Kandor City, headed by a man who'd once been a close friend to Jor-El, had proposed a solution that almost everyone had agreed on. Everyone but Jor-El and his scientists.
Zod-Al, Jor-El's former friend and head of Kandor's Hall, insisted that a shield could be erected over the entire globe, based on the same technology as their personal shields and using the energy of the planet's core to power it. Jor-El opposed the plan, claiming that it would cause an instability in the core and pull the planet apart.
"Nonsense! The core will provide us with nearly unlimited power, and more importantly, do so safely. My esteemed colleague is talking out of an orifice more usually designed to eliminate, not obfuscate."
The crowd snickered in appreciation as Jor-El burned. "You don’t understand—we'll lose everything! If we break up the asteroid, we have the chance of repairing damage—we can evacuate the population, and Daxam has ample room for refugees to settle until it's safe once more to return—a single generation—possibly not even that, before we would be able to return to a healthy, livable Mother Krypton."
"Our dear friend Jor-El would have us run for bolt-holes like terrified vermin—but we are Masters, Captains of our own fates. I say we stay, and show the Dominion why we alone are fit to rule them all."
Jor-El muttered, "Except that one bunch, over Morne way—ouch." Lara elbowed him delicately.
When presented with estimations of just how much destruction Krypton would suffer, and just how much time and effort it would require to make Krypton habitable again, it was quickly decided the shield was the only solution. Supporters of Jor-El left the planet in droves, and Jor-El decided that his family had no choice but to leave Krypton also.
******
"Did you find Birdie yet?" Lara-El was besides herself with worry. "Did he respond? What if the message is lost—how will he find us? This is too terrible, Jor, too terrible!"
Jor-El frowned, worry nibbling at him but determined not to show it—Lara was worried enough right now. "He'll get the message, I know he will, and he'll be fine. He's too far away to be caught up in this, and any world in the Dominion is safe harbor for him. He'll get our message and meet us on Daxam. Promise," he assured his wife, but deep inside, he had the awful feeling he'd never see their child again.
With a deep sigh, Lara leaned against Jor, resting her head on his wide shoulder. "But…the House of El isn't leaving. What if we lose the Emperor? What will happen to the Dominion—will it still be safe for us?"
Jor shrugged. "Let the House of El worry about itself. My concern is providing for mine. Frank and I will make sure you're fine, that all of us are taken care of." Jor-El looked out over the little group of servants huddled in the garden. "Everyone of us, we Els of Kryptonoplis, are going to be safe." There was a short, muted round of cheers, and immediately after, with Frank's glare encouraging them, everyone remembered they had pressing business elsewhere.
Frank glared at the backs of the departing servants, appalled by their lack of control. He turned to the Els, and bowed slightly. "Yes, My Lady. Everything will be fine, just as the Master says. Please, let us get ready to depart, while we still have time."
Jor led Lara towards the bedrooms, and she went into Birdie's closed room. The gentle sound of the air being cleaned of dust only made her mood sink lower. Lara wandered around the bedroom, touching Kal's things, twisting a shirt he'd left on the bed around her hands. "But all his treasures—he'll want all his treasures…" she held the shirt to her cheek and her eyes shimmered with unshed tears.
"He'll want his parents alive and well most of all, my dear. Come, let Frank do what he needs to, we also have to prepare." Jor-El gently urged her from the room, and pointedly ignored the flowers on Birdie's desk that were fresh and not placed there by either his mother's or father's hand—ignored also little ginger hairs on the bed's pillow…
Frank made a few mental notes…get that idiot catrobot boy to pack a few necessaries and favorite items from Kal-El's room, and kick it's stupid, furry, mopey, love-lorn ass all the way to Daxam…
And Again, Detour
In due course, the shields covered Krypton, and volcanoes and fires and earthquakes ripped the planet to bits…
From a safe distance, The Hammer of Justice watched the planet destroy itself, as did his advisors, members of his court and the inventor of the planet wide shield.
And Zod said, "Oh shit..."
Shnoogie frowned at the cataclysm unfolding on his flagship's huge screens and said, "Tell, me, Zod-Al, have you ever heard of the Phantom Zone? It was a project my cousin was working on, before our home world was so inconveniently destroyed…."
The planet broke apart into radioactive missiles of doom and the parts traveled far and wide. Years later, pieces of planet, and one odd hitchhiker were pulled into the orbit of a radiant green world, tore through the atmosphere and exploded onto a small town in middle of the North American continent. A little boy playing in a cornfield was one of the first on Earth to make contact with another world. It didn't go well for him or the town he was visiting that day. Many died, and the town itself would never be the same--for that matter, neither would the little boy caught in the cornfield…but that was another story.
*Our* story continues here.
Meanwhile, many years later….
The AI took control of the suit, directed it to cruise over the surface of the planet—there was something about one of the continents that drew it. The suit dropped down lightly in an area that was nearly clear of local life forms, and also featured a series of caves that provided excellent cover. From there, it would be able to discover where they were, and call for help in complete safety. A quick scan of the area told the AI that Kal-el would be able to safely breathe and eat, and the yellow sun would provide added protection for it's charge. Under it's rays, Kal-El would become virtually indestructible, and almost ageless…the AI considered, it might be prudent to keep him in sleep until rescue came.
As soon as it settled the suit and Kal into the rear of the caves, the AI discovered a huge flaw in it's plans.
It searched and searched, for several days it tried every option possible but it found no signal, there was no answer to it's call. For all intents and purposes, Krypton didn't exist. The AI had no idea where it was, and it was cut off from the minds it had been in contact with…forever. It overcame it's disorientation eventually, but in the process discovered that it worked more efficiently with contact. It reached out to the world around it and found the planet had no level of technology to compare with even the lowliest of Dominion members. Monitoring communications, the AI found that this planet called…Dirt…Soil…was in a state of near constant war-fare, poverty and disease, alone in it's corner of space. It was seemingly determined to destroy itself….
The AI connected with the beacon at the wormhole exit and spit a message it's way, directed it to broadcast on all channels, at all times—"Come quick. The situation is dire--"
It was obvious even to a being devoid of emotion.
This planet needed Rao.
*****
"Kal-El, wake up. Wake up."
"Mommy, I'm sleeping…"
"Kal-El, wake now. You must wake *now*."
"I wasn't doing anything! We were just playing dress up—honest! What?"
Kal blinked and it seemed to take forever. The voice in his head echoed on and on….
"KAL-EL."
"Yes!" He was awake, annoyed, and every square inch of his body shrieked in agony. By the time he opened his mouth to draw in air and join his tortured nerves in screaming, he felt fine—better than fine—he felt wonderful. And thirsty. And hungry. He turned his head about in the helmet, and the thin nozzle he'd expected brushed his cheek. He drew on it, anticipating a mouthful of foul, lukewarm nutrient broth. He was in no way disappointed. If anything, it was even fouler than he'd imagined.
"It's just not possible anyone's actually ever lived long enough to drink this…this excreta," he gasped. "They would have phracking warned everyone off of this—pisswater."
"Move your arms and legs, Kal-El," the voice said.
"Who the Hell is this? The suit? The interface? And stop shouting in my head, will you?" He grumbled. "I have a headache…"
"I am Kal-El's interface. Move..." The voice hesitated, and Kal got the distinct impression it was thinking."…please."
"Well, since you ask so nicely," Kal smiled. "Since when do you talk? You never talked before."
"There was no need to talk to you directly before."
"Hunh, I suppose so," Kal said. He moved, stiffly at first but gradually his movements became smoother, until he was jogging in place. "I feel fine—I can take the suit off, can't I? Which planet are we on? How soon before we can rent a suite?" Kal quieted for a moment. "Say…why can't I get my mail? Or anything…what's going on?"
"Prepare to exit the suit."
"Hey, answer me—what's going on? It seems awfully quiet, like it's just you and me here--"
"Exit the suit and I will explain." It was silent for a beat and then said, "This planet has a yellow sun," and it's voice might have held the faintest wheedling tone.
"Oh, great, a yellow sun! The last time, I never quite made it out of bed."
"Yes. Please, prepare to exit."
The suit cracked down the sides, and split open along a seam that ran down the middle of it's chest. It opened like a gate, freeing Kal's limbs. He ducked his head to clear the helmet, and staggered free, stepping out into the unknown. He took a deep breath, and grimaced slightly. "What in the worlds is that odd smell? Just where are we?"
"The odor is caused by varied pollutants, where we are is not certain, the inhabitants call it Dirt. Soil. Ground. Sorry, Earth."
"Earth? How strange…why name your home such an odd term—that would be like calling Krypton Mud….so, really. Where in the Dominion are we?"
There was a rather pointed silence and then slowly, the AI said, "Pay attention now, Kal-El…"
TBC!
part 6
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7/12/07 05:08 pm (UTC)First with the slipping loose the hamsters of annoyance. I was nearly shrieking with laughter before I even clicked on the cut.
And then you come up with a Bulwer-Lytton worthy sentence:
Meanwhile on Krypton, trouble was brewing, a bitter, over cooked, sat on the hot plate all day kind of brew….
I love that the El's got out of Dodge and let the planet blow up AND sent Zod to the Phantom Zone.
And our dear Kal-El, still brain dead (Mommy, I'm sleeping.</>) and now on Dirt...uh...Earth. (I think the AI had it right in the first place.)
And to be blunt "Oh my, Toto, we're in Kansas!"
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7/12/07 05:49 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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7/12/07 06:02 pm (UTC)ROTFLMAO!!!! *grins*
*chants teasingly* Zod's gonna go to the Phantom Zone. Zod's gonna go to the Phantom Zone. Zod's gonna go to the Phantom Zone. hehehe
"Frank made a few mental notes…get that idiot catrobot boy to pack a few necessaries and favorite items from Kal-El's room, and kick it's stupid, furry, mopey, love-lorn ass all the way to Daxam…"
Awwww... Poor Rwrzft... missing Kal.
And Kal's stuck on Dirt, err ah... Earth. *grins*
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7/12/07 07:07 pm (UTC)Heeheehee.
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7/13/07 12:45 am (UTC)thanks for hanging in there with me, and bless you for laughing! *hugs*
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7/18/07 10:49 am (UTC)Thank you so much! I'm trying to whip the next part into readable shape!
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7/20/07 06:30 pm (UTC)Much love to you.
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7/31/07 10:09 am (UTC)Shnoogie frowned at the cataclysm unfolding on his flagship's huge screens and said, "Tell, me, Zod-Al, have you ever heard of the Phantom Zone? It was a project my cousin was working on, before our home world was so inconveniently destroyed…." LMAO
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6/2/09 03:17 pm (UTC)Frank made a few mental notes…get that idiot catrobot boy to pack a few necessaries and favorite items from Kal-El's room, and kick it's stupid, furry, mopey, love-lorn ass all the way to Daxam<<<
That's just too cute. Zod saying 'oh shit' with the royal family from a 'safe distance' in outerspace=just incase their surefire plan didn't work...ever heard of the phantom zone....YOU ARE FUNNY
If only Kal hadn't been too busy, shopping and fucking to read his mail_he might not have ended up on this shit hole planet and may have been able to join his family on Daxam.
Still a great story
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