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Post by Xara Lor-Van on Jul 7, 2012 8:17:21 GMT -5
Darkness faded, becoming at first a distant, purple smudge which brightened in its intensity to greenish yellow…she opened her eyes. Freezing wind howled about her, whipping her long, dark hair into furious whiptails as she rose slowly from the wreckage. The cold was bitter, flurries of ice in the air stinging her naked flesh. Goosebumps rose on her skin and her nipples tightened painfully; she could not recall feeling cold before.
Her emerald coloured eyes scanned the seemingly featureless tundra, seeking for a structure she somehow knew should be there. Yet it was not; she looked harder, willing the distance to come into stark relief, but this small thing, so often taken for granted, was denied her.
Above her, the woefully pale disc of the sun seemed very far off; but even as she looked upon it, she felt her body respond. The cold faded somewhat, and her thoughts became a little clearer. The wreckage about her…a matrix. She reached into the still glowing core and retrieved the heart of the device. It was warm and throbbed with life; holding it close to her breast, she heard it speak to her.
“Xara…”
Xara gasped as the memories came back to her in a rush.
There had been a battle…in Metropolis. She had fought Doomsday, facing him when all others had fallen. Victory had been in her grasp.
And then?
Darkness.
“The Fortress.” The Matrix spoke to her and she heeded its words.
She raised her arm, willing herself skywards, but that too was beyond her. For now. She turned, struggling across the frozen ground in the direction she knew her home to be. Yet even then, she knew something was wrong. Where were the spires, the monument to Old Krypton? Cursing her weakness, she toiled up a rise, feet and hands tearing gouges in the ice.
She was warmer now.
“Symbiosis must occur,” the detached voice spoke in her mind. “Enough power yet remains. You must cast me in.”
“You will die.” Her own voice sounded cracked and weary to her ears.
“But Krypton will live.”
“What happened here - - I cannot remember... Doomsday….”
“Cast me in – I can merge this earth, and reveal what has transpired. And what yet may be.”
Xara pressed her lips into a thin line. The Matrix had saved her, that much was obvious. And, she, reasoned, it was foolish to attribute any emotional attachment to it. It was an artificial intelligence, its primary mission to preserve Kryptonian life…her life. Without hesitation, she hurled the object from her, sending it spiralling into the tundra, miles away.
She squatted down onto her haunches, staring into the ice, trying to force a light through the blackness of the memory. She had stopped it – killed it, maybe. The last thing she recalled clearly was the beast falling as she herself fell. That reporter…she had asked him if she had succeeded. “Yes,” he had said. “Yes, you stopped it. You saved us all…” then...Xara shook her head, annoyed. It would come back in time, and perhaps some sense could be made of all this.
It began with a low rumbling that teased the periphery of her consciousness; distant at first, it became more tangible and the ground around her began to shake. With deafening retort, a huge fissure opened in the ice plain, dragging down the remnants of the Fortress. For a moment, all was still, then a violent light erupted from the fissure, blinding in its intensity and power. The earth shrieked in protest as the alien thing grew its belly, casting rock and snow from the mountainsides.
Slowly, it rose from the depths, swathed in the light of her home, its majesty somehow heightened as the earthly trappings of ice and snow hissed and melted around it. How long the transformation took, she could not tell…hours...days. She could not be sure.
But the Matrix had kept good its word. There before her, was a thing Kryptonian reborn on the earth.
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Post by Xara Lor-Van on Jul 7, 2012 8:18:30 GMT -5
There was comfort in the sterility.
It was the marvel of Kryptonian nano-technology that enabled the swiftness of the reconstruction, its intelligence ensuring that this place was a flawless replicant of what had once been. No Terran matter existed here, unless she chose to install it – and that she would not do.
This place, like herself – was Krypton on Earth.
Naked, she padded through the newly rebuilt Fortress, her skin soaking in the ambient solar energy that the building’s infrastructure provided. Each step, each passing moment, she could physically feel her cells being re-engergised. Her thoughts became less fuzzy but there were still so many unanswered questions.
But first she must cleanse herself of the Terran imperfections that had contaminated her: no earth born matter should enter the inner-sanctum of the Kryptonian citadel. Xara touched a panel on the crystalline wall and stepped into the chamber thus revealed. The translucent door slid into place behind her, and, at once, crystal nannites swarmed all over her, absorbing the filth of the outside world. Once done, they re-calibrated and clothed her appropriately in the Kryptonian robes that had become her de facto “uniform.”
She stepped out of the chamber and, upon summoning her will, felt the lightness that always accompanied flight – her cells were regenerating faster than she had anticipated - which was as unsettling as it was welcome – she was unused to miscalculation. She glided leisurely to the Heart of the Fortress. Here, the Matrix throbbed with power, and bathed in its presence for a moment, enjoying the communing. The Kryptonian crystals around her glowed as the control panel formed from the surface. Xara selected a crystal and placed it into the mother tube. She waited a moment as the glow faded and the Heart of the Fortress dimmed. Then, her mother’s face formed from nothingness to float before her. Though her body was long dead, the marvel of Kryptonian science kept Lara Lor-Van’s intelligence alive.
“What has transpired here?” Xara demanded.
“Extrapolate.” Lara responded.
“My memory is fraught,” Xara said, hating to admit this weakness, even to the artificial intelligence. “Why was I in a Matrix…here in the Antarctic? Why can I not remember anything after my victory over Doomsday? Even if I was unconscious, that does not explain my transportation here, nor does is answer why I was left naked in the wasteland without.”
“I am still collating data”
She pressed her lips into a thin line, a sure mark of her irritation. “I have no wish to fence with you, mother. If you are unable to provide me with an answer, then analyse what data is available, and present a hypothesis.”
The holographic image of Lara pulsed silently for some time. “Sufficient data is available to present the fact that is not your earth. You are aware of parallel dimensions, Xara Lor-Van?”
“Naturally,” she sniffed loftily. “As the pre-eminent champion in my galactic sector, I have encountered beings that have made the jump between the different vibrational planes.” She paused, her mind racing, calculating. “That would explain much,” she said. “At least on a circumspective basis. But it does not explain why I have made this journey.”
“Apply logic,” Lara responded, not above being a little lofty herself.
“If logic can be applied to trans-dimensional travel.”
“Just so. What is your last memory?”
She swallowed, disgusted with the tremor of fear that calling the behemoth’s face to mind brought with it. “Doomsday,” she whispered. Never before had she faced anything of its ilk. It was as if it were the manifestation of rage…of hatred, backed with an awesome power that seemed to increase with each new act of violence. She recalled the agony of her ribs breaking under its assault, her flesh and organs pierced by its claws. She had been fortunate indeed to escape…alive. Realisation hit her with a sickening rush, and she quelled the panic in her breast with effort of will. “Are you suggesting that I was…defeated?”
“Negative. You succeeded in felling the beast. Unfortunately, said effort was…terminal.”
Xara lowered her head, and pinched the bridge of her nose between her thumb and forefinger, eyes squeezed tight shut for a moment. “Superwoman” she may be, but the news of one’s own demise was a shock to even her system.
“Naturally, I saw fit to prepare for such an eventuality,” the Lara on, and Xara was certain she could detect a certain smugness in the hologram’s tone. “And programmed the Matrix to intervene in the result your death. It is the Matrix’s mission to preserve all things Kryptonian. But to ensure that your re-birth did not interrupt the trans-dimensional continuum – which, as we have discovered is now no longer a non sequitur - it had to place your re-constituted body in a dimension where you had not existed before. This is such a place. However, you will find that there are great similarities to your own dimension…and great differences.”
“Show me.”
“I am still collating data..”
"Very well."
Xara flew away from the Heart towards the Meditation room. Here, as she herself had wished it, was monument to great Krypton, her Mother and Father’s images dominating the huge expanse, their monoliths holding aloft the great globe of their homeworld, beneath which was a dais and crystalline throne.
Xara seated herself and brooded.
With the lack of any advance intelligence on this world, she would have to make observations first hand and consider how best she could help this planet and its collective humanity. There was a sense of homecoming, she thought; her mother had given her a second chance at life, another world to protect.
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Post by Xara Lor-Van on Jul 30, 2012 7:15:36 GMT -5
Continued from: clashofthefinest.proboards.com/index.cgi?action=display&board=metropoliscity&thread=430&page=1#1338 <<<You are troubled, my daughter.>>>Xara regarded the shimmering hologram of her mother, Lara LorVan. <<<I am>>> she admitted. <<<Not least because my actions were… questionable.>>>Xara stood in the Heart of the Fortress, bathed in the enhanced solar energy provided by the living crystals that had built this monument to her long-dead homeworld. Like the Matrix, this place was designed for one purpose: to augment, support and sustain Kryptonian life. As such, the wounds she had sustained in her battle with “Superman” were already beginning to heal. Her mother arched an eyebrow. <<<Questionable? Extrapolate.>>><<<I believe that this male is in fact my genetic counterpart in this dimension. A neat solution, mother: this universe has never had a Xara Lor-Van, and as such you avoided a paradox in sending me here.>>><<<Truth. Your father and I attempted to anticipate as many variables as we could.>>>Xara inclined her head. <<<Just so. What could not be anticipated, however, is the effects – both physical and psychological – that such mulitversal transit would have on me. Consider – my response to my arrival here was one born of an emotional need to prove that my faculties were intact. I acted with no knowledge of my circumstances. I did wait to analyse the data the Matrix was collating…>>><<<Affirmative. I tried to warn you.>>> The hologram pulsed silently, regarding her, allowing the knowledge that she had failed to apply correct analysis to sink in. <<<Yet – as you say – the effects of multiversal transit could not fully be anticipated. Your judgement was impaired.>>><<<Admittedly. But that is past. More troubling is the reaction between myself and my counterpart… power-fluctuations. Irrationality. Effects not dissimilar to Rao irradiated fragments of the Homeworld, in fact.>>><<<Have you considered what might be occurring?>>><<<Yes,>>> Xara replied. <<<My hypothesis is that this universe is in fact a polar opposite to our own. Consider, mother. In a multiverse of infinite possibilities, all things are possible. Therefore, in this reality, the child of Lara and Jor-El was male…><<<Kal-El>>>Xara arched her own eyebrow. <<<Had the birthing matrix produced a male, this would have been your name.>>>Xara acknowledged this with a nod of her head. <<<In any event, it follows that such reversals will be common-place here. However, it must be that – on a sub-atomic level - there is commonality between us. Consequently, there a negative reaction… not dissimilar to matter and anti-matter, but thankfully and, dare I say, fortunately, without the same catastrophic consequences.>>><<<Can the situation be remedied?>>><<<I believe so. But it require the co-operation of “Superman.” Mother, given the similarity between my alpha-wave signature and his… I think we can locate him.>>>The hologram pulsed for some time. Then: <<<Affirmative.>>>Xara allowed herself a slight smile. <<<Excellent. Begin transmission.>>>
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Post by Superman on Jul 31, 2012 13:58:28 GMT -5
[atrb=valign, top][style=border-left:4px solid #335cff; font-size:12px; line-height:13px; padding-left:8px; text-align:justify; padding-right:8px;] <<<Son of Jor-El. My name is Xara Lor-Van. Like you, I am the sole survivor of the planet Krypton. Like you, I was sent to this planet by my progenitors in order that Kryptonian life not become extinct.>>>
The events from a few nights ago haunted Kal-El and left him in a state of mind that was neither Superman nor Clark Kent. Friends began to notice the change in behavior that he exhibited, but he could only resort to being a recluse. Even in his time of internal turmoil, Kal-El could not find the time to retreat to his fortress of solitude or hide away in his apartment as Clark Kent to try to determine the mystery that was Xara Lor-Van.
He received the transmission a day after their epic battle in Metropolis that nearly leveled the city. Kal-El still retained the battle scars, a rather rare occurrence that troubled him. Yes someone of equal power was capable of landing harmful blows and damage upon him; but the fact that it had not healed yet was even more worrying. On top of that, if he recalled their battled correctly he vaguely remembered some of his Kryptonian abilities failing him; specifically his strength, heat vision and super sensory. During the fight he had not taken any notice but when he thought back to it, he realized that there was definitely something amiss.
Amongst the daily tribulations the Earth had to offer, the celliobyte race and finally his own responsibilities as both a league member and as Superman – Kal-El had not had time to return to his fortress and assess the situation. Instead, he was left with only the nagging reminder at the back of his mind that this Xara Lor-Van and her presence was creating a rift in his dimension.
<<<At this point in time I am sure you have come to conclude that we are both in an erroneous situation. You are no doubt familiar with dimensional disturbances and the impact they can have. I conclude that our situation is as such and seek only to create a compromise for the both of us. If you would like to see this problem set right, I will grant you access to my Fortress of Solitude, it’s coordinates are embedded in this message…>>>
This was the fifth time this week he was playing the holographic message whose contents were embedded in a small crystal. The smooth, transparent device was all too familiar to him. It was an artifact and technological marvel of Krypton. He ran his finger over its fine surface as he recalled the many he had back within his Fortress that held messages and transcripts left by his father. They were amazing devices, that to this day Kal-El was not even sure of the extent of their abilities. These crystals, they were a rarity, an object only available to himself and perhaps Kara Zor-El. The fact that Xara had the same in her possession brought about slight concern, but also a connection to his Kryptonian roots.
Kal-El exhibited both apprehension and curiosity when deliberating on the topic of Xara Lor-Van. From what he gathered of her transmission, she was either another refuge from the last planet, Krypton; or she was a refuge from another dimension. Specifically, she was he, Kal-El from another Dimension who had somehow managed to come to existence in his reality.
Multifaceted dimensions were very rare, little ripples in space and time could cause huge disturbances that could either result in the death of someone or the creation of an entire existence. In his experience Kal-El could recall that any disturbance was often not meant kindly by whoever worked the cogs and gears of an entire plane of existence. If memory served him right, Xara’s existence was inexplicably a danger to his own.
If this was the situation, then it required immediate attention and a resolve. If Xara’s presence went so far as the diminishing his powers, then what could it do to his entire being? These were no doubt the first steps in the dimension righting itself. It was apparent that one of had to go, that the dimension could only keep in existence one form of the child of Jor-El and Lara Lor-Van. His fist clenched in reminder of his loving mother’s name and Xara’s similarity, if this was all true then they were both fighting for their existence.
A compromise had to be sought, and even when his own existence was at stake, Kal-El hoped to develop a resolve that would perchance allow both he and Xara to live. Although he did not think it possible he would still try. As his father had taught him, all life was precious – even if it did come crashing into his dimension and causing all sorts of inconveniences.
On the positive side however, Kal-El found that in the absence of Xara (exact distance he was not sure) he had access to his full range of abilities. It was only on that night when they were in close proximity did they both experience massive fluctuations in their abilities. If it was just a matter of distance that retained their ability to exist ,then maybe the resolve would not be that hard- maybe.
Regardless, this situation had to be remedied with both minds at work. As Kal-El hovered over the monumental crystal structure that was Xara’s fortress he smirked slightly at its similarity. The protruding crystals glowed with energy as they held the structure in place and adapted to the frigid environment around it. If it were anything like his own then it housed Krypton’s greatest works and memories of a planet long gone.
Despite their similarities, he was unsure of how to enter Xara’s fortress. Instead he chose to hover several feet away from what he presumed was the entrance. Surely a Kryptonian being at her front door step was enough of a door bell.
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Post by Xara Lor-Van on Jan 7, 2013 13:25:24 GMT -5
Xara’s eyes snapped open. Deep in the Heart of the Fortress, she had closed off her consciousness, allowing herself to fall into meditative state of the Torquasm-Rao, even here, in depths of tranquillity, the presence of the Son of Jor-El disrupted her. She rose and inserted a viewing crystal into the console before her; a holographic image formed of the outside; clad in his battle suit, Kal-El was hovering outside the Fortress – she realised that he could not sense the way inside – an anomaly that would, she surmised, be the same for her in a similar construct of his. They were almost identical – almost. But it was apparent now that these slight dissimilarities were extreme – another oxymoron for a dimension full of them. She placed another crystal into the console, projecting an image of herself to appear outside. She noted his eyes widen in shock at her appearance. Unlike himself, she was no longer in her war-gear, preferring the accoutrements of a pure-blood. A pure black bodysuit covered her, leaving only her face exposed. It glowed with the incandescence of Kryptonian crystals – black light. Over this, a robe of green and on her chest in white, her family sigil. This was how a member of ruling class – the Science Council – dressed. In that moment, she realised how alien she must look to him. At least she sounded Terran – an accident of language made the Kryptonian accent similar to the a British one – something he could relate to, she hoped. <<<Son of Jor-El,>>> she said… and then stopped. She would have to consider her words carefully as she had learned that Terarns could not tolerate literal speech, preferring instead to cover everything with metaphor and similie. As inferior creatures, there emotions guided them… in short, directness hurt their feelings and she had seen no evidence to differentiate Kal-El emotionally from his flock. She spoke again - this time in English. "Kal-El. Superman. I am pleased that you have answered my call. There are things we must discuss and I bid you enter my home.
"I am unsure if you are familiar with the correct protocol. Be advised that there are several chambers you must pass through to reach the Heart of the Fortress. First, you will be cleansed. No Terran filth is permitted herein. It is not customary to be garbed for battle as you are – but I appreciate that you may not wish to wear the traditional and correct garments of the Science Council. As such, I have programmed the nannites to act only on your command. They will – if you chose – attaire you appropriately. If not… I realise there are cultural differences between us and respect them.
"Beyond the cleansing and dressing chambers, you will pass into the Fortress proper. I have altered the solar ambience to that of our Rao. It is my hope that in this “de-powered” environment, our bio-rhythms will not clash resulting in the instability of thought and action as we witnessed in the City of Metropolis.
"Please," she gestured. "Enter."OOC - Bodysuit stylie.... images2.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20100906194739/superman/images/8/8f/Jorel-byrne.jpg
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Post by Superman on Jan 27, 2013 21:56:54 GMT -5
Clark was not sure how to take it when this woman of Krypton sought to educate him on the proper protocol for entering her home. Her fortress in theory was not so different from his own. Crystalline structure with the history of a dead world inside. Though Clark felt safe in thinking that the dead worlds that they both hailed from might be a little different. While Clark was not so worried about this woman’s desire to dress up and have tea, he was not sure that he liked the idea of submitting himself to the light of the Red Sun. Clark understood while under the glow of such a light he would not immediately lost his powers. But he also understood That once he set foot under that light his body would start using whatever stores of energy that it had within itself. Bruce would have said this was a trap. He would have wanted him not to go. But There was much that had to be understood about this apparent last daughter of Krypton and Clark had no other way of finding out about her. In that regard he was clearly stuck between a rock and a hard place.
Clark exhaled releasing a warm cloud of smoke as he allowed himself to land on the frozen snow. He liked the idea of keeping what power stores he had in case things did not go well for the pair. His boots made a soft crunching sound he made a way to the indicated entrance of the fortress her fortress. The howling arctic wind was enough to make Superman thankful for the entryway sealing up behind him as the cleaning process started. While the automated systems set about the task of scrubbing him “clean,” Clark set to mind trying to figure out how he wanted to be dressed when he next crossed paths with this woman. This Xara Lor-Van could all just be a very good ruse by someone that had spent too much time in a lab. Some parts of all this just seemed to be too good to be true. Clark opted to remain in his armor, he was very much so Superman more than he was a member of Krypton’s Science Council. His armor was just as much a part of Kryptonian dress as those robes. Clark was not how sure this conversation was going to go but he was aware that his own research within his fortress had brought back some startling results. It was part of the reason that he had come here, it was a large part of the reason that he thought it a good idea to risk this meeting. It appeared as though Clark might have a way to bring back some form of life to his dead home world, though he was not sure that was the best thing to do.
As he entered the Fortress proper Clark thought it best to wait for his host to show herself to him. His cool blue eyes surveyed his surroundings rather quickly, it would seem that no matter the Krypton, the artifacts of grandeur were something that would always remain. Clark hoped that this meant that he and Xara might be able to find some common ground between them as they moved forward. His father had always seemed to suggest that Krypton was place of logic and understanding, so it would seem to be somewhat possible that he and Xara might be able to work out something of an understanding between them. If not at the very least should they clash again there would be no need for holding back as there were no lives to place in danger here. Should it come to that.
“I am somewhat surprised that you contacted me.” Clark admitted in a cool and level tone. While the option to speak in their native tongue was something that Clark entertained for a moment. He thought it best that he stick to English for the time being, he had a feeling no matter how good he sounded he would still sound like just an earth-man struggling to speak a language not his own. “What was it you wanted to discuss?”
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Post by Xara Lor-Van on Jan 29, 2013 14:23:50 GMT -5
If not on edge, Kal-El was clearly guarded. As was to be expected – last time they had come into close contact, things had gone very much awry.
However, under the ambience of the red solar radiation, Xara felt no fluctuations in her mental or physical state.
“I am somewhat surprised that you contacted me. What was it you wanted to discuss”
He seemed different somehow, Xara noted. More direct. Indeed, more Kryptonian. Xara reached into her robe and drew forth a green crystal shard.
“I have made certain assumptions, Kal-El. Herein is my history and relevant data pertaining to my own world. Correction: What was my own world. However, I realise that you will appreciate expediency. As such, I will relate to you how I came to be here: any omissions are by design and all pertinent data is held with in this crystal.” She was about to hand it to him but noted that he first went to reach out and then hesitated slightly. ”Your caution is commendable, Kal-El. I assure you – you have nothing to fear from me."
Xara walked to the mother-console and placed the crystal into it. Slowly, a holographic image of herself appeared. . “Son of Jor-El” the hologram said. ”My name is Xara Lor-Van. Like you, I was born on the Planet Krypton and, like you, my birthing matrix was sent…”.
She disengaged the crystal. . “There is nothing sinister therein. To answer your question, I must first provide some context…”
Xara went on – as concisely as was possible in English – her battle with Doomsday and subsequent “death” – also, her mother’s dimensional sleight of hand in sending her matrix to a reality where she had never existed – thus avoiding a paradox.
“…. However ,” she concluded, “Even if there is no paradox per se, it is apparent that our realities are not entirely compatible. I have concluded my analysis and ascertained that there is incongruity in our alpha waves. This incompatibility resulted in the physical and mental behaviour we displayed in Metropolis.
“If I am to continue living here on this world, a solution must be found. This is my preferred route, Kal-El. Like you, my mother gave me a mission and I cannot betray that trust. Left to their own devices, the Terrans will destroy their world – look at the damage they have done in few short years. It is the Kryptonian responsibility to ensure that they are educated and in time able to interact with the galactic community at large. They are so primitive,” she added. “Of course, you know this.
“I believe,” she went on, “That the alpha wave issue could be addressed with genetic manipulation. However, I require a sample.”
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Post by Superman on Feb 11, 2013 11:00:45 GMT -5
Anything could happen here, Kal did his best to remind himself of that. Here in the fortress of another being so much like himself Kal finally was able to grasp the concept of why it was that the few that found themselves allowed within his own sanctum saw the structure as something so daunting. This was a monument to a world they had never seen; the images in this crystal palaces was of something alien more so than the being that stood before them and in this instance him. From the casual assessment of the human eye Xara looked no less human than he did, though to be honest with one self he was just as Kryptonian as she. But this world that she had come from was not the place that his mother and father called home. While it seemed somewhat clear that Xara had indeed had lived a life somewhat similar to his own the way she spoke and acted made it clear that somewhere along the way things had changed.
Xara stepped forward offering an emerald hued crystal and despite himself Kal took a step back. Maybe on her world green stones from Krypton did not work the same way, but here Kal had no intention of getting too close. While it was clear that Xara was not harmed by the stone that did not mean that she was not wearing some sort of protection or that she was not some life form posing a Kryptonian. Distrust was something that Bruce had taught him long ago. It was part what made the Batman, Batman Kal understood that as well as he understood that sometimes he had to take those lessons to heart. Xara for her part seemed to take notice of his hesitance and proceeded to display to him that the crystal was designed to share information to him. For that Kal was thankful, This Xara was perceptive if nothing else. Kal took the offered Crystal and placed it on a small lead lined compartment on his belt.
Xara stated that like he, she was here to help but she seemed to state that Humans were not fit to rule over themselves. Kal saw Superman as a force for good; as such he sought to do what he could do to aide and direct mankind but he was not so sure that was what Xara held that same view. Mankind was free to make their own choices, was Xara under the impression that they would use their power to change the earth? It would seem the charges that they were given from parents of a long dead world had also been altered alone the dimensional rifts. This was something that Kal was going to have to think on. For the moment he pushed these thoughts to the back of his mind as Xara sought to address something that could be considered a more immediate concern their inability to be close to each other without losing their powers and apparently their minds.
A request for a genetic sample was a reasonable one considering what it was that she was trying to do. In most cases Kal was not one that could be considered keen on giving out his DNA because he understood what it meant to have loose strands of his powerful make up out in the world. But based on the powers that Xara had shown him as well and her story he had a strong feeling that if she was really going to try and do something troubling with his genetic code she would have been able to do something like that with whatever it was that made her up. Kal was tempted to use his telescopic vision to scan the woman but he did not want to burn whatever solar stores he still had in his body. It would take time to recharge once he left this place and needed to be able to get right back to the world at large once he left this meeting.
<“I can understand and respect that request.”> Kal replied after a few moments of contemplation. He was quite well versed in Kryptonian by his own estimation, it was clear to him that Xara did not prefer to speak in English and he had no issue with accommodating her at the moment. He was a guest here what looked to be serving as her home and she was a guest here in his dimension hospitality of some sort showed itself to be useful on both sides of this encounter. <"How to you wish to collect the sample?"> Kal asked as his blue eyes surveyed the chamber they were in a little more. Helping others meant that you offered them some sort of trust that was not to say that you should not be aware of anything that was around you that could hurt you. <"What are you plans once you have resolved this Alpha Wave issue?"> Kal asked not sure what he could expect from this woman one she was able to travel out the world unhampered.
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Post by Xara Lor-Van on Feb 15, 2013 4:31:10 GMT -5
<<< A fair question, Kal-El>>> Xara responded, inwardly pleased that he had chosen to speak Kryptonese as befitted him. <<<The obvious path is to continue my mission here. I accept that there are differences between the earth that I knew and this one. But the similarities far outweigh those.
<<< At this time, the Terrans lack the societal maturity to transcend their current state and become part of what we both know is a galactic community. The truth, Kal-El, is that – left to their own devices – they will destroy this world. Even now, their planet which was one a green and fertile place is being choked and poisoned. By the very people that live upon it – and those that the populace have voted into power continue to ignore the facts in their pursuit of fiscal gain.
<<< That is illogical. And stupid.
<<< It is, however, unfair to expect anything else from them. They are akin to uneducated children. Fortunate then, that they have us to edify them.>>> She tried a smile – she knew well that humans responded well to this expression and she assumed – having reached maturity amongst them – that Kal-El would share their tropes. <<< In time, >>> she went on, <<< The humans will realise and seize their own destiny and forge their own path. It could take a thousand of their years, by which time you and I will be past our youth. But we will have fulfilled our destiny here – and aided the Terrans to fulfil their own - of this I am certain.
<<< But that is then. In the here and now, we should continue as we have done. To help. To save lives. To defend. To inspire. And to lead by example. >>> She paused and looked into his eyes. Strange, she thought, that his were blue and hers green.
Stranger that he was affecting her emotions – and now, under the red sun, that was nothing to do with dimensional incongruities. His manner – serious yet calm – made her want to tell him more. To trust him. No wonder the Terrans looked to him as their saviour in the way that those of her own world could not look at her.
<<< I will be honest with you, Kal-El. Often I have been tempted to accelerate the Terrans development – despite the express instructions of my mother. She said that it is not our place to rule over them – they must be allowed self-determination. Sometimes I question this logic. We are their superiors in every way. Physically. Mentally. Technologically. Morally. We are as gods to them.
<<< There is a Terran saying: Power corrupts – and absolute power corrupts absolutely. I find that this truism only applies to the humans themselves. You and I are not subject to their weaknesses of character. The logical path would appear to be that we should rule over them and better their society by that method.
<<<But then – if we conclude my analogy of their child-like state, I realise that to take control would ultimately be to their detriment. There are some things that one must learn on one’s own. We must give them an ideal to strive towards. They will race behind us. They will stumble… they will fall. But in time… they will join us in the sun.>>>
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Post by Superman on Mar 6, 2013 10:53:51 GMT -5
He was pleased to note that Xara had no intention to try and force the world to follow a pace that she might have set for them. Maybe they were not as different as Kal might have thought. While it was clear that the way they perceived things might not be the same, Kal could see that Xara’s heart was in the right place. There was some logic to having a being of Xara’s power being around to help out. Her mission and his own were not so far about that it could be thought their objectives did not quite line up. It was rather clear that there was a world full of people out there that could use their help, who was he to try and rob them of that? He would not be much of a protector of this planet if he started turning away able bodied assistance.
<<It’s good to know that you have no designs on….manually reshaping this world. >> He replied doing his best to make sure he did not sound too threatening. << I should let you know that while I can respect the charge that your own mother has given you. This word has been similarly placed in my care and I will do everything in my power to protect it from harm. I can respect you doing what you can for the people of this world as well. But you should also be aware that above all else I will do my best to protect them from any threat. >> Kal did not like taking such a stance or making a statement in that fashion but while he understood that in the company of most others that might sound like a threat; He also understood that Xara was one that could appreciate direct communication. These were facts that he was relaying nothing more nothing less. For beings of their power there had to be a fine line that they would toe. They did not have the luxury of playing coy and trying to appease each other. Should their being some sort of falling out between the pair of them, the world would suffer.
Xara’s vision was indeed lofty, there was no denying that. She saw things from a perch on high that clearly allowed her to remain analytical and calm no matter the situation. Her composure indeed gave Kal pause as he wondered if he would be better served with a similar demeanor. But he was also aware of the fact that he was able to survive his encounter with Doomsday, something his counterpart had not been able to do without it seemed her circumventing space and time.<<Do you plan to remain here?>> Kal asked trying to shift the conversation away from his previously weighty statement. << Surely even you would have some need for social interaction? I get the distinct feeling that you might have missed out on some of the more subtle element of living on your own world. >> Kal hated the idea of sitting here locked away in a frozen monument to their lost home. That was not a way for one to live, she would never understand the value of the world that she was protecting if she stayed here all the time.
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