AU that breaks off from midway through season two episode "War". Bear with me through this, this will be my first fic that has to follow a time frame of some kind. Even if it is partially because it's an AU.
The stasis pod opened and the liquid cascaded onto the floor carrying a man, appearing to be around twenty years of age, his hair so black that light left purple streaks in it and eyes like shining emeralds with flecks of yellow. He was wearing simple armor, used for his many battles on Warworld. It was a simple black Kevlar-like one piece suit, with similar boots and a white chestplate made of what felt like rubber. The chestplate itself displaying proudly in black, his Kryptonian symbol, the Shield of his House. The House of Dyr. It was framed in the average Kryptonian diamond, but a V ran parallel to the bottom and an oval shape rested between the upper V and the very top line of the diamond.
Where am I? Bal-Dyr thought to himself as he coughed out the liquid that threatened to drown him, one who should not be able to drown. Then he remembered where he was, and realized why he was retching. The stasis pods within Warworld were designed to sap any combatants abilities until they were needed to fight, the difference was he was violently ejected from the pod. Closer examination, coupled with his returning powers allowed him to notice a battle taking place within the control room, Mongul's throne room. He and the only other "person" powerful enough to need to be contained within this area were freed by the struggle.
Bal-Dr then got a good look at the other person, another alien, very fish-like in his physiology and having three eyes. His skin color was a deep purple, a warrior after his own heart, Bal-Dr smirked. The smirk quickly disappeared as he noticed the battle on a video screen in the room. What caught his attention was one of the warriors fighting against Mongul bore a Kryptonian symbol upon his chest, the House of El if he remembered correctly. His heart sped up, there were survivors?
"I am glad that young Kryptonian is here, I want revenge. He was unsporting. Would not fight one on one as is dictated by single combat. I will crush his head in my fist."
Bal-Dr turned to his cellmate, having understood the warrior due to being pumped with knowledge of every language in the known Universe while in stasis and growled. "You will not harm one of my people." He did not yell, he did not raise his voice, he simply gave a quiet anger, a silent challenge.
A challenge the purple warrior answered. He threw a powerful punch at the relatively smaller warrior, who blocked the blow, a shock wave spreading from the point of impact. Bal-Dyr was in his element now, he was practically raised on Warworld fighting for his life for the past twenty odd years. Smiling, the Kryptonian warrior grabbed the wrist of the admittedly shocked purple warrior and threw him into a wall. His attention was drawn back to the screen as he watched the Child of El beaten by Mongul and knew he had to finish this quickly. The purple warrior charged again but Bal-Dyr flipped him back into a stasis pod and manually overrode the malfunction and put him back to sleep and supersped to the throne room. Just in time, he saw the El Boy being strangled by Mongul.
"Little Kryptonian, so proud of your powers." Mongul seemed to prepare for another of his infamous speeches.
Before he could continue with his speech, Bal-Dyr sped into the room. "Yes we are! We are far superior to you!" He then ran at the Yellow skinned Warlord and began his onslaught of punches, kicks and elbows, anything he could use to strike. Mongul seemed to be taking the beating until he grabbed Bal-Dyr by the elbow and slammed him on the ground before being attacked by the blonde girl with the lasso. Mongul prepared to finish her off when he heard someone clear their throat behind him. He turned and saw the look in the full Kryptonian's eyes, one he's seen before and knew what was coming next.
Bal-Dyr slammed his fists into each other before him, his body becoming surrounded by a golden aura, as though he were his own personal yellow star. He then moved faster than before, punching with a force that nearly destroyed the throne room around them. He then let loose his heat vision on the stunned Warlord, however it appeared bright blue, almost white before freezing him with a sparkling white ice breath and throwing him in one of his own stasis pods down the hall before returning to the squad in the throne room. He prepared to introduce himself when his eyes rolled back in his head and he collapsed before them.
Unbeknownst to him, the team used the zeta tubes out of there and brought him with them. Maybe what remained of the League would know what to do with him.
Bal-Dyr awoke to the sun in his face, if it's sunlight, why aren't I getting stronger? He found himself to be wearing a collar of some kind and tried to remove it but could not. Then he noticed there was another in the room with him and then it began to speak to him, he recognized the language as English, one of the many languages spoken on Earth.
"It's an Inhibitor Collar, meant to cancel all of your powers. I have a few questions for you. Why were you on Warworld? What planet are you from?" Bal-Dr tried to look at his interrogator but the light in his face kept him from seeing it. He had not quite recovered from his stunt against Mongul.
Switching to English, Bal-Dyr spoke to the figure. "I was a prisoner of Warworld, set free by the battle in the control room. I am Kryptonian, as I'm sure the Child of El could have told you."
"Krypton no longer exists, how can you still be alive?"
"I was not raised on Krypton, my family had been banished."
A second figure stepped into his field of vision, a female, short hair according to her silhouette. "Why were you banished?"
"My father was a scientist on Krypton, he worked alongside Nam-Ek. He and Nam-Ek knew of how powerful our race became under a yellow sun but that we lose it when under a red sun or we are not exposed for a certain period of time. So they began working on projects to allow us to retain some semblance of our power when not under a yellow sun. Nam-Ek experimented on himself using the DNA of our most sacred animal the Rondor, whose horn could instantly heal all wounds. He created a serum that changed him, his skin darkened, he grew a horn much like a Rondor and grew much larger than before. Giving himself strength and healing abilities. For killing the sacred beast, he was sentenced to the Phantom Zone. It's an interdimensional prison where-"
The man interrupted him. "We know what the Phantom Zone is. Now tell us about why you were banished."
"My father wanted to find a way for us to retain our powers. So he began experimenting on me with different types of solar radiation, from red suns to blue, to white dwarf stars. None seemed to work. The Kryptonian Guard were already upset over my father experimenting on a young boy, and he too was banished to the Phantom Zone, but with all the experiments, they didn't know what I could do and if I would be a danger to the planet and banished me off world. To some planet far off, but it was intercepted by Warworld, Mongul recognized it as being a Kryptonian spacecraft and wanted a Kryptonian Warrior in his arena. That's where I've been since Krypton's destruction."
A third figure stepped in, his voice familiar, Bal-Dyr recognized him as the El Boy. "What was that you did on the Warworld? You were glowing yellow and your heat vision was blue. Was that from the experiments?"
"No, Child of El, all Kryptonians are capable of that. May I be released now?"
"We'll think about it." Said the one who had spoken first.
The door closed behind Nightwing, Superboy and Miss Martian.
"What do you two think we should do?" Nightwing ran a hand through his hair.
Miss Martian spoke up first. "I think we can trust him."
Superboy looked at her, surprised. "You think? You were supposed to be in his head, gathering information."
"I tried, but he has some VERY powerful mental blocks in place. But he appeared to be telling the truth."
"You're right, there was no spike in his heartbeat, he wasn't nervous or any of the usual tells."
"He could just be a master liar, I can do all that too." Nightwing replied.
Miss Martian turned to him. "We can't just hold him here. Even Superman eventually gathered enough energy to break out of the Inhibitor Collar."
Superboy, not one to usually admit these things said. "And he saved my life, our mission might have failed if not for him."
"Fine. Bring him out and have him briefed on what is going on. He can help us, especially with Superman gone."
Can anyone tell me the origin of Bal-Dyr's name and why I chose it?