"I'm sorry Jor-El but the findings of your research team not withstanding we will not evacuate Krypton without proof positive!"
"Then we humbly request use of the transporters to evacuate ourselves and our families to an ally world," Jor-El replied, "If we are wrong we will gladly returrn to Krypton, suitably chastened, but if we are right then at least a fraction of Krypton will live on.
There was a long pause as the council members discussed his new proposal. Their answer boomed throughout the chamber. "Request denied."
Jor-El and his team were dismissed from before the Kryptonian ruling council. They turned and left. With no other hope availale they turned to their emergency plan: a warp rocket with a pod inside for each of their embryos, stolen from the genetic banks. The rocket would take their progeny to a developing world with a sentient population that was genetically compatable with Kryptonians. Their children would fit in with these savages, their nurturing nature would all but gaurantee that they would look after the children until they gained their powers from the yellow sun, and would be able to lead the savages into an era of peace and understanding. The embryos were encoded with genetic memories wthat would surface when they were of appropriate age, giving them full memories of life on Krypton as well as the capacity to replicate their advanced, crystal-based technology. And it would let them know that their kryptonian genes would breed true in the humans, their children would be Kryptonians. In a few generations they would have a viable population and could leave the savages' world, better then how they found it, to start a new Krypton.
It was illegal of course, but they sent the rocket. They spent less then a day in prison awaiting sentencing before Krypton exploded.
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"Detective Turpin," a uniformed policeman walked into the room carrying a thin case between two fingers, "the bank surveilance video is here."
Dan Turpin looked up from the file on his desktop computer. It was an old crt tube monitor, the 13th precinct always lagged behind. That was the way in suicide slums, een the cops were forgotten.
"Put it in, let's see what really happened."
The unifored officer opened the case and put the dvd into the 32 inch crt TV on an AV stand that looked like something out of an elementary school. It took him a minute to get it set up but eventually the screen came to life.
The front door of a savings and loan in the Suicide Slums burrough of Metropolis opened quietly and a man dressed all in black, wearing a trenchcoat, gloves and baklava stepped inside and strode toward the teller windows. A security guard stepped in front of him but the black-garbed man pushed him aside, sending the guard flying thirty feet in the air. The other security guard pulled his revolver and fired off six .357 magnum rounds. They all connected, but didn't seem to phase the black-clad man. He turned to stare at the gsecond guard. There was a faint red glow around his eyes and the guard yelped, dropping the gun and shaking his hand.
The black-clad robber pushed his way past the tellers and walked into the vault. Less then a minute later he walked out of the vault and out the front door with a large bag of cash in each hand.
The video ended and Dan Turpin shook his head. "Whadya know? They were telling the truth."
"Its like something out of a B movie," the plainclothes said. "So what's the next move?"
Detective Turpin shook his head. "No prints, no DNA, just a few fibers from where the bullets hit. I'll start hitting underworld contacts, but we've never seen anything like this before."
"Whadya mean?" The uniformed officer asked, "I figured it was just a guy on PCP."
Turpin sighed. "If that was the case there'd be blood from the gunshot wounds. The best CSI team in Metropolis couldn't find a drop. No, this guy was something else, and I'm gonna find out what."
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OOC
This is one of the first appearances of supers in this very different elseworld. Supers are just starting to come on the scene.
I'll be playing Josh, the black-clad robber and ostensibly one of the last children of Krypton.
I'm looking for a female writer to take up the female lead. Wonder Woman, Black Canary, Batwoman, a female Green Lantern, Zatanna, or a female kryptonian are some character ideas.
If you're interested, let me know in a PM.
"Then we humbly request use of the transporters to evacuate ourselves and our families to an ally world," Jor-El replied, "If we are wrong we will gladly returrn to Krypton, suitably chastened, but if we are right then at least a fraction of Krypton will live on.
There was a long pause as the council members discussed his new proposal. Their answer boomed throughout the chamber. "Request denied."
Jor-El and his team were dismissed from before the Kryptonian ruling council. They turned and left. With no other hope availale they turned to their emergency plan: a warp rocket with a pod inside for each of their embryos, stolen from the genetic banks. The rocket would take their progeny to a developing world with a sentient population that was genetically compatable with Kryptonians. Their children would fit in with these savages, their nurturing nature would all but gaurantee that they would look after the children until they gained their powers from the yellow sun, and would be able to lead the savages into an era of peace and understanding. The embryos were encoded with genetic memories wthat would surface when they were of appropriate age, giving them full memories of life on Krypton as well as the capacity to replicate their advanced, crystal-based technology. And it would let them know that their kryptonian genes would breed true in the humans, their children would be Kryptonians. In a few generations they would have a viable population and could leave the savages' world, better then how they found it, to start a new Krypton.
It was illegal of course, but they sent the rocket. They spent less then a day in prison awaiting sentencing before Krypton exploded.
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"Detective Turpin," a uniformed policeman walked into the room carrying a thin case between two fingers, "the bank surveilance video is here."
Dan Turpin looked up from the file on his desktop computer. It was an old crt tube monitor, the 13th precinct always lagged behind. That was the way in suicide slums, een the cops were forgotten.
"Put it in, let's see what really happened."
The unifored officer opened the case and put the dvd into the 32 inch crt TV on an AV stand that looked like something out of an elementary school. It took him a minute to get it set up but eventually the screen came to life.
The front door of a savings and loan in the Suicide Slums burrough of Metropolis opened quietly and a man dressed all in black, wearing a trenchcoat, gloves and baklava stepped inside and strode toward the teller windows. A security guard stepped in front of him but the black-garbed man pushed him aside, sending the guard flying thirty feet in the air. The other security guard pulled his revolver and fired off six .357 magnum rounds. They all connected, but didn't seem to phase the black-clad man. He turned to stare at the gsecond guard. There was a faint red glow around his eyes and the guard yelped, dropping the gun and shaking his hand.
The black-clad robber pushed his way past the tellers and walked into the vault. Less then a minute later he walked out of the vault and out the front door with a large bag of cash in each hand.
The video ended and Dan Turpin shook his head. "Whadya know? They were telling the truth."
"Its like something out of a B movie," the plainclothes said. "So what's the next move?"
Detective Turpin shook his head. "No prints, no DNA, just a few fibers from where the bullets hit. I'll start hitting underworld contacts, but we've never seen anything like this before."
"Whadya mean?" The uniformed officer asked, "I figured it was just a guy on PCP."
Turpin sighed. "If that was the case there'd be blood from the gunshot wounds. The best CSI team in Metropolis couldn't find a drop. No, this guy was something else, and I'm gonna find out what."
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OOC
This is one of the first appearances of supers in this very different elseworld. Supers are just starting to come on the scene.
I'll be playing Josh, the black-clad robber and ostensibly one of the last children of Krypton.
I'm looking for a female writer to take up the female lead. Wonder Woman, Black Canary, Batwoman, a female Green Lantern, Zatanna, or a female kryptonian are some character ideas.
If you're interested, let me know in a PM.
