SV fic post: A Young Kryptonian part 24

[roxy]

Title: A Young Kryptonian's Travels Or, Port Of Call
Fandom: SV
Pairing: Kal-El/Lex
Rating: G
Summary: Our only point here is to have fun! No message, no moral--enjoy!

The Previous Parts are here, amazed to be working…




The president of the United States sat quietly in the overstuffed leather chair behind the massive antique desk in the Oval Office, coffee at hand, reading reports designed to catch him up on what had happened in the world while he slept. He skimmed through newspapers of every major country, met with his staff and discussed the business of the country. After that, he took a few minutes to go over the daily reports from Smallville concerning the farm and the castle. The castle's majordomo reported that Pamela was doing well in her new business and seemed successfully distracted from the path of incipient alcoholism. Lex had seriously considered this step—after all, it was her choice to drink and drink to excess, did he have a right to interfere? The answer he decided was yes. So, he made it not happen.

In a like way, he made widespread unemployment not happen. Every able body who could work did—those massive space going battle cruisers weren't going to build themselves. Mysterious shiploads of parts and pieces left the ground daily, to become, out of sight of everyone not privileged to know, ships and battle platforms modeled after an interesting society called The Morne.

The sight of transports winging their way through the heavens was not in the least remarkable anymore. People watched the construction of the Space Elevator as avidly as they watched the latest soap opera. Everyone dreamed of a vacation spent on the moon, or farther out. Space exploration wasn't a dream anymore; it was one of Lex's many gifts to the people of Earth. With it, every day his real goal came closer and closer.

President Luthor drank his coffee and read his paper and was content. He put his cup down and smiled. Coffee…coffee. For years now, he's drunk his coffee without thought, swilled down a dozen different brands without the slightest interest beyond 'hot' and 'caffeine', but now…now was different.

He went to the center one of the windows behind his desk and eased back the velvet drapes, recently installed and still smelling of newness. They were velvety soft to the touch, a deep blood red that appealed to him. He unconsciously stroked the material and watched the sun rise, the clouds lift and drift away…and let himself fully experience the memory of Kal enjoying a cup of coffee. For a moment his eyes pricked. He sniffed deeply, letting the scent memory carry him away. Kal, his green eyes, red, red mouth, laughing, calling his name, so excited about—everything.

He snarled impatiently when the talking heads on the screens of the monitors he'd had installed in the Office broke into his reverie— until he heard the distinct note of barely controlled panic in their voices. Lex turned to the sets just in time to see the images melt away to become a huge garish symbol—a bright red stylized S on a shield of yellow. A voice bellowed in Kryptonese, "WE ARE HERE…"

For a moment Lex was simply appalled at the painful choice of colors, and deeply confused. Well that's just wrong—the House of El's colors are black and red…his heart hammered wildly in his chest for a moment, as it did whenever he knew something he couldn't. He staggered as a cascade of images almost sent him to his knees. The weight of managing an unimaginable amount of memories not his own could be difficult sometimes, it gave rise to some truly odd visual, and on occasion auditory, hallucinations. He had no idea how the Kryps lived with it…he blinked hard and waited for the visions to disappear. After a moment, his head cleared, and Lex sighed in relief. Not completely crazy—not yet .'

The voice was gone and the symbol of the Els once again replaced by panicking newscasters. Lex blinked and found that he was on his knees, with an ice-pick drilling into the bridge of his nose or so it felt…he fumbled his phone from his pocket and hit a button.

"Take me to the port, now."

He rose, wiped cold sweat from his forehead and smoothed his lapels. He opened his briefcase and from a locked drawer in the massive old desk, he tossed essential items into it, pressed the button in the top of the case that alerted all of his most capable staff that the time was now…

It seemed only minutes passed before Lex's shuttle was hurled into space, to be snatched up by his waiting flagship.

Behind the moon, unknown to nearly everyone working on the President's projects but a very, very special few privileged to retain the real memories of what they did, squatted a pair of ships bristling with weapons and detectors of all sorts. The first was the Excelsior, and behind her was a monstrously huge black ship that looked fast even hovering silently in place over the pocked face of the moon. The ship, Cadmus, waited for directions from Excelsior, waited to sow the thousand fighters in her hold.

On board the Excelsior, Lex alerted Project Nautilus. At the command from Excelsior, hundreds and hundreds of fighters would rise up from where they lay in wait on the ocean floor. Within hours, Lex was going to change the world forever.

******

Lex stood with his staff on the bridge of the Excelsior. Through its viewscreens, the black and red bulk of Cadmus was plainly visible. At a signal from his aide, he assumed a look of benevolence, offset with a hint of the mildly stern, and began to speak. On every channel everywhere, the calm, smooth face of the former President of the United States looked out. From hundreds of thousands of speakers flowed his voice, instantly translated into the language of whatever country it broadcast in.

"Good evening, Citizens of Earth. The time has come for change on a planet-wide level. You'll be happy to know that I've decided to assume the mantle of…well, I'm not sure what you'd call it…President of the Earth? Supreme Commander? That has an unpleasantly militaristic ring to it, though it is more or less accurate. At the present time, I control all of the world's military capability. I see no reason why that might change in the foreseeable future." He leaned his elbows on the big glass desk, moved slightly so the country could see the holographic fireplace in the simulated background depicting his LexCorp office, holographic logs merrily crackling and burning away. He suppressed the urge to giggle when he saw his 'office' on the monitor above the camera. Taking a breath, he assumed an expression of deep concern, steepled his fingers and continued. "I do this to protect us from the invaders that have entered our space. I believe I am uniquely qualified to lead you into the new century, the century of miracles. I understand the threat we face, understand it in a way no other man can. There will be trouble before we enter the millennia, however. Terrible enemies threaten us and we must defend ourselves to the fullest extent, but I'm confident that most of you will survive." The lights died, the broadcast was over. He turned to his aide. "How was that?"

"Um. Not as positive as it could have sounded—you really should have kept to the script. How about we try not mentioning anything about survival rate next time?"

"Damn. I knew I shouldn't have mentioned that but it just came out—and it is the truth. We've run a million different simulations and come up with the same result each time—an enormous loss of life. I know what drives these Kryptonians, I know their modus operandi. Destruction and mayhem until the targets give up to save their planet. But at least knowing that, we're prepared---we'll turn their own weapons on them." He turned to his communications specialist.

"Send them a message, tell them the Supreme Ruler of The Earth will be happy to meet with his Kryptonian equivalent." He looked fiercely into the dark of space. "First, I'll make them give me back what they stole from me and then, I'll reduce them to atoms and take everything else they have…"

The aide took a subtle step or two away from his boss. "Yes sir. If there's noting else, I'll prepare the next speech?"

Lex dismissed his aide, who gratefully left the bridge, and once outside in the corridor, took a deep breath. Another of Lex's staff came up to stand by his side. "So, how's his majesty this morning? Still hot…and crazy as a loon?" He handed the aide a sealed, sippy cup type of affair filled with coffee, glanced around quickly and leaned close to steal a kiss.

"Mmm, thanks. He's about to take over the world." He took a sip of coffee.

"Ah—ha. Really. No…really?"

The aide looked scathingly at his opposite. "What the hell did you think this was all about?"

"He's fucking scary," the other aide shook his head. "Not to mention, has great big brass ones."

"I swear I hear them clanging in my sleep. Oh well. Help me with this next speech?"

"Sure, if by help you mean sex in your cabin."

"You should've been a cryptographer…"

*****
The Curtain Falls

The Supreme Ruler of the World was playing Solitaire on his laptop and idly watching the reaction to his speech. All over the world, people screamed and ranted and vowed bitter resistance and by various deity, even death!--before kneeling to the tyrant.

"Ah well, one way or another," Lex mused. "No one knows better than I do, change never happens painlessly." He smiled, thinking about the powers of the world trying to use their instruments of death that had lately become for all practical purposes, paperweights…

The ranting and raving suddenly quieted, the images on the screens ran like melted taffy, grew darker and vanished all together. Lex gaped at the screens—that shouldn't have happened—his ship's communications were designed to block any type of interference. The screens burped and the image of the House of El with its colors all wrong appeared, became the image of a bearded giant wearing the god-awful colors on his person. He was dressed in the ceremonial garb of the emperor…sort of. The cape and boots weren't trimmed with fur and the yellow-red-blue color scheme replaced the red, blue and black. Wild long twists of black hair flowed out from under what looked like a winged helmet instead of the crown the emperors traditionally wore. He was a parody of a space-opera villain—all he needed to complete the picture was a naked person on a chain. Visible in the background was what Lex assumed was the invader's throne room, and of course it looked like some Victorian idea of a Sheik's palace—yards and yards of velvet and satin draped over marble arches, framing a towering stone throne at the top of a wide set of stairs. Huge flaming torches cast shadows across a glittering gem crusted ceiling. 'Hmm…that seems…dangerous as well as tacky," Lex mused, before being distracted by something else on the screens. In the shadows around the throne, what looked like leopards lounged, flicking their tails…one rolled to its side, waved a perfectly human shaped hand and grinned.

Lex stared and stared. There was nothing in his memory of things Kryptonian that explained the overwrought background. It was a cheesy imitation of a Frazetta painting come to life. Lex began to smile.

Perfect.

"I have come to introduce you to a new life as citizens of the Dominion of Worlds. Rejoice. You'll learn soon what contributions you can make to this new society. In a few…minutes, I will enter your atmosphere and a new era of unimaginable prosperity and peace will begin. And now, as tradition demands, I wish to meet with the leaders of your world."

The image faded and then, returned. "Oh—and Coffee. There should be large amounts of coffee available whenever I desire it. Thank you. I mean--prepare it now, your new Emperor demands it!"

The bridge of the Excelsior rang with The Supreme Ruler's laughter.

TBC

part 25

Comments

HAHAHAHA!!

[ladydey.livejournal.com]

Wooooo!! Yeah!

How much love do I have for the Special Crazy that is Lex and Clark take over the universe -- SO MUCH LOVE!


I love that Lex's plan boils down to get back Kal then salt the universe with all of Krypton - Sweet!

...dangerous as well as tacky, - HAHAHA!


More, more, more!

[xinsidemyskinx.livejournal.com]

Oh Lord only Kal *rolls eyes*. At least he has his priorities straight... take over the dominion check, replace boring kryptonian style of dress with bright colours check, take over earth in progress, ask for coffee upon arrival check.

Dear DEar Dear, can't wait for our favourite boys to meet back up. Maybe just maybe Lex can kick some sense back into him...

What, one can hope right?

Great installment to this story babes, keep it up.

[kyanoswolf]

Oh my! Lex and Kal on a collision course. Poor Lex with his leftover Innty knowledge preparing to defeat the Kryptonians to get Kal back. Kal taking over the Dominion to get Lex back. Both of them obsessed with coffee.

The universe has just become a scary place. Laurel and Hardy come to mind.

*where's the popcorn and the paper towels to mop up snorted coffee? *

[danceswithgary]

Showing up in a Frazetti painting and demanding coffee? Lex has to be in sheer ecstasy. Hee!

[redteekal.livejournal.com]

This is great! I've just spent the afternoon reading the 24 chapters of this story and have to say I really like it's quirky and oddly fascinating plot. Have added you to friends to keep up! Can't wait for the next chapter!

[talitha78.livejournal.com]

This chapter just brings me all sorts of glee.

[rosy5000.livejournal.com]

If this doesn't prove that those two were made for each other, I don't know what does. lol Both went totally crazy and over the top. hehehe

"Oh—and Coffee. There should be large amounts of coffee available whenever I desire it. Thank you. I mean--prepare it now, your new Emperor demands it!"

OH KAL! lol Only you! But I'm sure hearing that made Lex quite happy! :D

[itsaslashything.livejournal.com]

I was tickled to find another installment of this today! I love the coffee...and soooooo love the bright colors Kal is wearing! Thanks and Merry Christmas!

[jakrar.livejournal.com]

I do love a brilliantly capable Lex...even if he has a tiny bit of madness mixed in with all the sexy. *squees at Lex's takeover of the Earth* And now Lex knows who's coming! *squees at Kal's request for immediate coffee* Their meeting is going to ROCK!

ROCKS!

[asm613.livejournal.com]

OH God, Oh God, Oh God...I LOVED IT! This chapter-short as it is; it rocks. Lex for the first time enjoying coffee and the sunrise, like Kal used to before he was taken. Kal, making his grand speech-cuts off-comes back-lots of coffee thanks-i mean your new emperor demands it. Lex laughs. You're brilliant. Excelsior-lex's prep school. Cadmus-superman's clone lab. They're now names for 2 ships; 1 after lex's history and 1 to do with Kal's history (AU kinda). I still don't know what they're going to do though. My first guess is Lex didn't know Kal would be coming-because Lex assumed they'd fire on earth; but why would Kal fire on earth? Can't wait for the meeting.