Tales of Krypton

Birthright: Exile

Summary: Mere days before the inevitable destruction of Krypton, Scientist Jor-El makes a last ditch effort to preserve the Kryptonian way of life. In order to ensure the survival of his infant son, he cloned a sample of Kal-El's genetic sequence and sent it to Earth... Harry Potter/Smallville

Prologue: Alpha and Omega:

Kryptonian Hall of Knowledge

Council of Science Assembly Hall

Throughout the Assembly loud jeers and cries of outrage rang clear as the lone figure standing in its epicenter franticly tried to plead his case. This cycle had been going on for the past twelve hours and it had finally reached the apex of the conflict the council while divided, still there was enough opposition that his case was nearing dismissal.

And though it seemed that despite his most sincere intentions, most of his pleas of warning and peaceful words had fallen upon numerous deaf ears. He continued on desperately trying to sway at least one more individual, didn't they understand time was of the essence. This was not the moment for argument it was time for decisions and decisiveness.

"Preposterous!"

"Inconceivable!"

"Jor-El, do you truly expect the mighty Council to listen to such falsehoods!"

The cries continued to escalate in frequency and pitch. The man slowly shook his head in disbelief as the realization of his current predicament finally hit him. He took a deep breath and began his argument anew hoping that at least one of the men would take his words to heart.

"Esteemed councilmen implore you, listen to reason. This is the only chance for, we as a people to insure the survival of our race. The planet has grown unstable and it pains me to say, that we are at fault." He paused for a brief moment gazing around the room before continuing.

"There is not much time but we do have a brief window of opportunity, that is if we make haste, and fully implement my proposal. I believe that there would be a reasonable margin of a success."

The High Chancellor, raised his hand slightly and with it all protest began to quiet. The man gave a curt nod towards the speaker, indicating his wish to speak.

"Tell me Jor-El, what exactly are you proposing, I mean to say, why is that you've called a gathering of the Council? Much less, the Council of Twelve. We are all busy men counselor, plead your case and we will hold a vote."

Jor-El turned from the platform and turned towards his peers. "Today, I stand before you all not as a member of the Council, but as a fellow Kryptonian. The situation we now find ourselves is dire indeed. I fear that Krypton's time is nearing it's end, and we must make preparations to be prepare for that day. I nominate that we reinstate the Kryptonian Space Exploratory Program."

The High Chancellor, nodded in thought, before giving his decision.

"Because of who you are Jor-El we will allow you seven solar cycles to complete your analysis and present your findings to the Supreme Chancellor and the Council. Until then we will take your suggestions under advisement."

With that the Chancellor slowly rose from his chair and raised both hands signaling the end to the gathering. All around Jor-El the various councilmen rose from their seats and raised their hands in mimic of the Chancellor. In an instant they were all gone their holographic projections vanishing as the disengaged from the Neural Network.

With a final look around Jor-El slowly shook his head in disbelief, before he too, vanished in the blink of an eye.

Krypton

A yellow and red craft rockets through the skyline, before finally breaching the atmosphere.

...SCAPING GRAVITATIONAL FIELD OF KRYPTON. ACCELERATION: 762.4 BIREN/THRIBO TRAJECTORY/; 23.6 AGLEN

As it leaves the planets orbit it begins to drift off course at an alarming rate. Its on board COM systems frantically trying to correct the offset.

SYSTEM ALERT!

WARNING: VELOCITY INSUFFIENT TO COUNTER GRAVITY OF SUN [CLASSIFICATION: ROA].

The craft begins to veer toward the red sun Roa, as it's life support systems begin to shut down one by one.

WARNING: STARDRIVE FAILING.

WARNING: STARDRIVE OPERATING AT 68%[PERCTAGE RATE]... 42%...11%...

The craft explodes before it can reach the surface of the sun, its wreckage incinerated upon impact.

"Alter trajectory point-two Algen. Project new course."

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WARNING: SHIELDS FAILING.

Once again the small craft rockets through the vast of space this time meeting its end in a shower of asteroids.

"Again."

WARNING: CLAOKING DEFENSES PENETRATED.

The craft ricochets of one of Kryptons orbiting moons before crashing down onto a passing space of space rock.

"Again."

WARNING: ROGUE COMET.

WARNING: COLLISION EMMINENT.

Jor-El sighed as he played simulation after simulation, hopeful to find one that would ensure that the craft would finish it's journey intact with it's cargo.

WARNING: NUTRITION STORES EXHUASTED.

WARNING: FUEL DEPLETED.

He turned to his Bonded as she looked at him with eyes full of love and hope as she held their infant son Kal-El rocking him gently in her arms. He made his way over to her with a grim look upon his face .

"Hopeless. It's hopeless. I warned them, Lara. Over and over again, I can barely count the times I've stood before Zorn and the Council of Twelve. The building pressure at the planet's core. The countless seismic activities occurring at a increasingly frequent rate. The green death that's plaguing the Outlands. "

He slammed his fist down upon the holo-board causing the display to distort. "All of this, could have been avoided if they'd just listened to me. My research, my findings...'under advisement' by an bureaucratic council run by dismissive fools. By, now, we should have an entire fleet at our disposal."

He turned away from the console in irritation, bringing his hands to his face. With pressed fingers to his temples, he began to rub away the tension. With a soft sigh, and something akin to annoyance on his face Jor-El looked to his life-mate with a forlorn expression.

"This all seems wrong somehow. It's happening all too quickly for my tastes. As it so happens I have a contingency plan in the works."

Lara raised a delicate eyebrow at his statement. Rocking the child in her arms softly, she gave Jor-El another disbelieving glance.

"This contingency of yours would it happen to involve my child and that damned replicator."

It was not a question, more of a statement. But, definitely less than her demanding tone. Jor-El's unease became more apparent as she began to circle him, her eyes never leaving his prone form.

She had come across some data scans that Jor-El had left out some cycles beforehand. After briefly scanning through the meaningless jargon, she came upon three simple phrases.

Kal-El...DNA Sequence Structuring...Replicator...

As she came to a stop before her companion, she gave a short reply to his unasked questions.

"I know and you will not use my child in such a way. For Krypton or not, he will not become one of your experiments. This topic is now considered nil and will not be spoken of again."

Jor-El stood impassively as he watched her leave the lab in silence. Once he was sure she had gone, he turned to the console. Looking over his shoulder with a quick glance to ensure his privacy, he began keying in the pass codex needed to access the labs secure tetra-drives.

Almost immediately a data crystal appeared before him. Palm-sized with a hexagonal shape, it was unassuming to those who had no idea what it would contain. With a brief glance once more in the direction of his family, he began to upload the data onto the crystal.

Among other things it contained the genetic sequence of his only child. During his exile to Earth, before his departure after meeting the Kent's, he'd discovered a society of humans with abilities. He believe that with the right sequence he could cause a reaction...

Evans...that was the designated family name... If they were anything like the Kent's there may just be hope...

"Soon... A new age is coming..."

He turned and exited the lab, all the while completely unawares of the flashing symbol located in the utmost corner of the holo-grid. A triumvirate of minuscule dots flashing repeatedly, as a second unauthorized download took place...

A soft cold voice sounded out throughout the corridor.

"A new age indeed..."

End Data link

Closing Statements: OK so what do you think? I took a sabbatical and a little R&R. And now I'm back.

As you can tell there are some differences from the original and I like to think that it's because I'm a different person now, maybe not for the better but that's life. Ne? So Here's the Revamp of T.O.K.,

Exile: Birthright do whatever you want read it, review it, take a shit and sit on it for all I care.

Like I said different person new ideals or perhaps I remained the same and it the world around me that's changed.

Nani itute ketsukaru

JERO (ジェロ)