Gah, my writing sucks. Tell me what you think, and what ideas you have to improve this. . I gotta focus on whether I want her to address it as memories, or her doing this life-flashing-before-your-eyes speech.
Welcome to Retribution!
Disclaimer: I do not own Man of Steel. Otherwise, those stupid people that Zod tried to fry would be dead, and Krypton would probably be on Earth. What can I say, I prefer Kryptonians. ;)
Death. It comes for everyone, no matter who you are. You can scream, fight, and deny it all you want; it'll still claim you eventually.
Even for Dru-Zod. Even for me.
Even for Jor-El's son.
His son...
Jor-El was a genius, but he was also stupid, apparently. He dared to defy our traditions, and create his spawn. I must repect him for his determination, though.
It's strange, this feeling I have when I think of Kal-El. I think that it might have once been known as pride.
Kal-El... He's stronger than my cousin could have ever imgained. Despite what he has done, I cannot help but feel proud of my younger relative. He looks so much like Lara that my heart aches. Yet, I can see something of Jor-El in him.
He has Jor-El's spirit in him. Jor-El was always sentimental, and it seems that his son inherited that.
I don't share that quality. Maybe I did once. If I did, it was eradicated long ago. That's the problem with being a soldier on Krypton. If you were born with any mercy or sentimentality, it is eventually destroyed. It may take days, months, or even years, but it will happen. I am proof of that.
I do not know when exactly I lost my sense of morality. I do know that it began to decay when I saw the remains of my world.
The sight still haunts me to this day.
It has been a effective reminder to us, the few survivors of Krypton.
We owe our continued existance to the General.
It's odd, my unwavering loyalty to him. Out of all of us, I have the most reason to hate the General. I still do not understand what possessed me to accept his offer to be under his command when he offered, oh so many years ago.
Back then, he already had a reputation for doing whatever it takes for the greater good.
I figured I could bear to learn a thing or two, and accepted. I now know that he saw potential in me, and he thought that he could convince me to help him save Krypton.
As you can guess, my performance improved after I accepted his offer.
It didn't help Krypton one bit.
My training has gone to waste, until now. All we have done is scavenge the old outposts, hoping that we'll find something.
We spent 33 years searching for the Codex, or any sign of Kryptionian life.
You would not understand the feeling of relief we had when we recieved the signal from the scout ship. To us, it meant that there was a sliver of a chance that we could save our race.
Imagine our suprise when we saw Kal-El's abilites for the first time. We were beyond pissed when we could not find the Codex.
Without it, we could not populate our new home. Oh yes, we were quite glad that Earth was ideal for the World Engine.
Now, we have a chance at a new home, but we have one obstacle: Kal-El. He is... different. Stronger. I assume that is from the young star. He is also soft, weak. He can't let go of his attachment to the humans. Either he is with us, or he is against us.
I spared Kal-El once, for Jor's sake. I will not do so again, even if Kal-El is of my sacred bloodline.
Not even family will keep me from my duty.
I guess you're wondering who I am. My name is Kirah Vex-El, cousin to Jor-El, and a captain under General Dru-Zod's command.
My sworn duty was to protect Krypton. Now, it is to provide a new home for my people.
That is the reason for which I fight.
And nothing will stand in my way.