Post by Xara Lor-Van on Dec 31, 2012 14:18:23 GMT -5
“Heya!”
Xara Lor-Van was the product of countless millennia’s selective breeding. Pure blooded Kryptonian, she was a being with total mastery of her body and her mind – a mind purged of useless and debilitating emotion.
Strange, then, that the sound of these two syllables almost caused her to grit her teeth in annoyance.
<<<Daughter of Alura In-Zee>>> Xara turned, speaking in her native Kryptonese. <<<<<<I had not expected to see you so soon.>>>
It was true. Kara Zor-L – or Karen Starr as she insisted on being called – had become a frequent visitor to New Genesis in the past months. For reasons unknown and, Xara surmised, inane, she had decided to “befriend” her – probably because she felt they had a shared heritage. Despite the fact that Xara had repeatedly explained that Kara’s garish and chaotic Krypton bared no resemblance to the crystal spires of perfection that had been her own world.
“Power Girl’s missions take her all over the galaxy,” Kara informed her – irritatingly in English.
Xara frowned: this was patently untrue. The Son of Darkseid was the only reason Kara Zor-L visited HighFather’s domain. She decided to remind her of such. <<<There is no mission. You are because you enjoy being the vessel for Orion’s semen. I have heard you on many occasions imploring him to give it to you. Though,>>> she added, <<<I fail to understand the mixed epithets of big boy and baby? Surely these terms are oxymoronic. He also seems to have some reverence for the size your mammary glands. Whilst it is true that they are well above average size for a being of your height and weight, I find this incomprehensible.>>>
Kara blushed – a distinctively Terran trait. “Ah. Yeah. You heard that. Well you know, Xara, a girl needs a bit of action, you know what I mean.”
<<<No.>>>
Kara – Power Girl, laughed. “Honey – if there’s anyone in this galaxy that needs to get laid, I’m looking at her.”
<<< Daughter of Alura In-Zee. I have informed you – numerous times – that the exchange of bodily fluids between individuals is a primitive way to reproduce. It is also a singularly disgusting notion. You smell of him,>>> she added.
“Ah, lighten up,” Kara slapped her on the shoulder, causing Xara to tense in annoyance. “You could use a man – or a woman, if that floats your boat.”
<<<In that you are correct, Kara,>>> Xara acknowledged. <<<However, despite my best efforts, I am unable to successfully construct a Kryptonian birthing matrix. Your DNA – and mine – are from separate dimensions. As such, binding them to the Kryptonians of this dimension is proving… challenging. As such, my efforts to populate this Galaxy with Kryptonians has… failed>>> She hated to admit it.
“That’s not really what I meant,” Kara said.
They were standing at the highest point of Izaya’s Celestial City; next to Krypton, this, Xara knew, was as close too architectural perfection as alien crafting could be. Sadly, the New Genesians had not the expertise to fashion living crystal, so the resorted to organics. The place looked much as the Themiskyran described her Olympian dimension.
<<<What did you mean?>>> Xara asked. Kara – like the Son of Jor-El – had adopted this irritating Terran jargon – using metaphor and simile when statement would and should suffice.
“What I mean is… aren’t you like a little a lonely? I mean – it’s great here and all, but it’s all a bit… you know… grandiose.”
<<< It is pleasing, yes, though hardly on a par with Old Krypton. These New Genesians have a rather over-inflated view of their own self-importance. >>>
Kara smirked. “Am I the only Kryptonian here who sees the irony in that statement?”
<<<<Yes.>>>
“You should come back to Earth. You know – help us.”
<<<”Kara,” Xara said in English. <<<”I cannot. I am the genetic counterpart to the Son of Jor-El. In close proximity, he and I both lose control of our physical and mental capacity. I acted … without thought. Our powers… fluctuated wildly…” Xara frowned at the memory.
She thought of the subsequent conversation with Kal-El in her now-abandoned Fortress. He was well meaning – kind hearted as the Terrans would have it. He was also utterly dedicated to them in a way that Xara found utterly incomprehensible. Instead of leading them into a new epoch of progress, he was happy to serve them. What was the American term… the tail wagging the dog indeed.
When she had revealed her plans that they should breed a birthing matrix and attempt repopulate the galaxy with a new race Kryptonians, he had been shocked – and appalled. But in any event- that project had failed. What had not been resolved was the psychological and physiological irregularities that occurred when they were close to each other. The risks – given that Earth now boasted Superman, Supergirl, Power Girl and the clone Superboy – far outweighed the benefits. Or not quite – clearly, Xara herself was best placed to be planet’s Kryptonian guardian – but there was nothing to be done about the incumbents.
But, in one respect, Kara Zor-L was correct. Xara felt out of sorts here on New Genesis: certainly, her presence kept Darkseid in check. The Dark Lord of Apokolips was most displeased to discover that his arch-enemy Kal-El had a counterpart – a counterpart now based in HighFather’s realm. But surely her role here was more than simply a counter-balance.
<<<”I will think on it,” she said to Kara.
“I think we got it figured. Well, I say we. I mean Kara – you know the other one. You’d like her, she has the “Krypton Rules” bumper sticker and all. But it’s something to do with combining your DNA. You know – you give him some of yours… and vice versa.”
Xara baulked. <<<Are you suggesting…>>> She was so shocked by the implication she lapsed back into Kryptonese.
Power Girl wiggled her eyebrows up and down. “Maybe.” She let that hang for long moments and then fell into gales of laughter. “No,” she said at length. “I’m pretty sure that it can be done with an injection. And not a hot beef one, if you know what I mean.”
<<< “No.”
Kara sighed. “Look, Xara. I think we make it work. Really. You could come home.”
<<< “A non-sequitur, Kara Zor-L. Home – for all of us – is gone.”.
Kara smiled and pulled a Mother-Box from the pouch in her cape. “It might not be very Kryptonian, Daughter of Lara Lor-Van,” she adopted a faux-Kryptonian accent, “But on Earth, we say home is where your lay your hat.”
“But I do not…”
The boomtube hummed and Kara faded from view.
“…have a hat.”
Xara Lor-Van was the product of countless millennia’s selective breeding. Pure blooded Kryptonian, she was a being with total mastery of her body and her mind – a mind purged of useless and debilitating emotion.
Strange, then, that the sound of these two syllables almost caused her to grit her teeth in annoyance.
<<<Daughter of Alura In-Zee>>> Xara turned, speaking in her native Kryptonese. <<<<<<I had not expected to see you so soon.>>>
It was true. Kara Zor-L – or Karen Starr as she insisted on being called – had become a frequent visitor to New Genesis in the past months. For reasons unknown and, Xara surmised, inane, she had decided to “befriend” her – probably because she felt they had a shared heritage. Despite the fact that Xara had repeatedly explained that Kara’s garish and chaotic Krypton bared no resemblance to the crystal spires of perfection that had been her own world.
“Power Girl’s missions take her all over the galaxy,” Kara informed her – irritatingly in English.
Xara frowned: this was patently untrue. The Son of Darkseid was the only reason Kara Zor-L visited HighFather’s domain. She decided to remind her of such. <<<There is no mission. You are because you enjoy being the vessel for Orion’s semen. I have heard you on many occasions imploring him to give it to you. Though,>>> she added, <<<I fail to understand the mixed epithets of big boy and baby? Surely these terms are oxymoronic. He also seems to have some reverence for the size your mammary glands. Whilst it is true that they are well above average size for a being of your height and weight, I find this incomprehensible.>>>
Kara blushed – a distinctively Terran trait. “Ah. Yeah. You heard that. Well you know, Xara, a girl needs a bit of action, you know what I mean.”
<<<No.>>>
Kara – Power Girl, laughed. “Honey – if there’s anyone in this galaxy that needs to get laid, I’m looking at her.”
<<< Daughter of Alura In-Zee. I have informed you – numerous times – that the exchange of bodily fluids between individuals is a primitive way to reproduce. It is also a singularly disgusting notion. You smell of him,>>> she added.
“Ah, lighten up,” Kara slapped her on the shoulder, causing Xara to tense in annoyance. “You could use a man – or a woman, if that floats your boat.”
<<<In that you are correct, Kara,>>> Xara acknowledged. <<<However, despite my best efforts, I am unable to successfully construct a Kryptonian birthing matrix. Your DNA – and mine – are from separate dimensions. As such, binding them to the Kryptonians of this dimension is proving… challenging. As such, my efforts to populate this Galaxy with Kryptonians has… failed>>> She hated to admit it.
“That’s not really what I meant,” Kara said.
They were standing at the highest point of Izaya’s Celestial City; next to Krypton, this, Xara knew, was as close too architectural perfection as alien crafting could be. Sadly, the New Genesians had not the expertise to fashion living crystal, so the resorted to organics. The place looked much as the Themiskyran described her Olympian dimension.
<<<What did you mean?>>> Xara asked. Kara – like the Son of Jor-El – had adopted this irritating Terran jargon – using metaphor and simile when statement would and should suffice.
“What I mean is… aren’t you like a little a lonely? I mean – it’s great here and all, but it’s all a bit… you know… grandiose.”
<<< It is pleasing, yes, though hardly on a par with Old Krypton. These New Genesians have a rather over-inflated view of their own self-importance. >>>
Kara smirked. “Am I the only Kryptonian here who sees the irony in that statement?”
<<<<Yes.>>>
“You should come back to Earth. You know – help us.”
<<<”Kara,” Xara said in English. <<<”I cannot. I am the genetic counterpart to the Son of Jor-El. In close proximity, he and I both lose control of our physical and mental capacity. I acted … without thought. Our powers… fluctuated wildly…” Xara frowned at the memory.
She thought of the subsequent conversation with Kal-El in her now-abandoned Fortress. He was well meaning – kind hearted as the Terrans would have it. He was also utterly dedicated to them in a way that Xara found utterly incomprehensible. Instead of leading them into a new epoch of progress, he was happy to serve them. What was the American term… the tail wagging the dog indeed.
When she had revealed her plans that they should breed a birthing matrix and attempt repopulate the galaxy with a new race Kryptonians, he had been shocked – and appalled. But in any event- that project had failed. What had not been resolved was the psychological and physiological irregularities that occurred when they were close to each other. The risks – given that Earth now boasted Superman, Supergirl, Power Girl and the clone Superboy – far outweighed the benefits. Or not quite – clearly, Xara herself was best placed to be planet’s Kryptonian guardian – but there was nothing to be done about the incumbents.
But, in one respect, Kara Zor-L was correct. Xara felt out of sorts here on New Genesis: certainly, her presence kept Darkseid in check. The Dark Lord of Apokolips was most displeased to discover that his arch-enemy Kal-El had a counterpart – a counterpart now based in HighFather’s realm. But surely her role here was more than simply a counter-balance.
<<<”I will think on it,” she said to Kara.
“I think we got it figured. Well, I say we. I mean Kara – you know the other one. You’d like her, she has the “Krypton Rules” bumper sticker and all. But it’s something to do with combining your DNA. You know – you give him some of yours… and vice versa.”
Xara baulked. <<<Are you suggesting…>>> She was so shocked by the implication she lapsed back into Kryptonese.
Power Girl wiggled her eyebrows up and down. “Maybe.” She let that hang for long moments and then fell into gales of laughter. “No,” she said at length. “I’m pretty sure that it can be done with an injection. And not a hot beef one, if you know what I mean.”
<<< “No.”
Kara sighed. “Look, Xara. I think we make it work. Really. You could come home.”
<<< “A non-sequitur, Kara Zor-L. Home – for all of us – is gone.”.
Kara smiled and pulled a Mother-Box from the pouch in her cape. “It might not be very Kryptonian, Daughter of Lara Lor-Van,” she adopted a faux-Kryptonian accent, “But on Earth, we say home is where your lay your hat.”
“But I do not…”
The boomtube hummed and Kara faded from view.
“…have a hat.”