Edit: made some small changes to the first chapter to hell things flow a
bit better in the later ones that I will be posting.. This is an AU fic
that is based on some of the events from exodus.
As always I don't own any of the Smallville stuff so please don't sue me for liking the setting enough to write about it!
As I am new to this please review and let me know what you think.
Blood Ties:
The earth hung below the small spacecraft like a blue jewel in the dark of space. He looked at it for a long moment before he ran hit fingers across the instruments. The readings showed that the ion trail did indeed lead to this planet. At long last he had found the last son of Krypton's new home. He laughed at that thought. The last son wasn't quite right. After all he too was a kryptonian. Kal-El's father was not the only one that had sent a life pod into space the day Krypton exploded. His father had placed his wife and only son into a similar spacecraft and sent them speeding away mere moments after Kal-El's craft had launched from the surface.
Tor-Ul glanced at the controls as the initial readings from the first orbit sensor sweep came in.
The planet was heavily populated and industrialized with major settlements on every continent save the arctic ones. Pollution in the air was heavy but not yet irreversible. As the sensor sweep began to cross one of the continents in the northern hemisphere a warning light began to flash followed by a soft audible alert.
There was a Kryptonian vessel sending out a distress signal.
~*~*~
Clark held the lead- iron case in his hands staring at it, wondering if this was a good idea. He brushed the thought away knowing that this was the only way. He had to destroy the ship or it would destroy all that he held dear.
With a quick squeeze of his hands the case shattered and liquid fire washed over his body. It was a familiar sensation that he had hoped he would never feel again. The kryptonite was slowly killing him, poisoning him to death with its deadly radiation. Fighting off the waves of wrenching nausea and cramping that rolled through his body he managed to slam the glowing green key into place.
The effect was immediate and devastating.
~*~*~
Working quickly Tor setup a computer link with the damaged vessel. He began downloading the computer's logs of the journey and all relevant historical files from the archive. The pod that had ferried Tor and his mother away form the doomed planet had been incomplete. In his haste Tor's father had not had time to include the memory units that held the historical and social databases of his culture. There before him was the entire history of his planet, and it was about to be destroyed. His fingers flew across the keyboard impossibly fast as he struggled to manage a coherent download of the files. The core was corrupt but he might be able to save some of the data.
Time seemed to stop as the data flew across the link. He had managed to transfer most of the historical database when the link failed. A blinking indicator showed that the host was no longer reachable.
A quick query to the computer showed that the link had been severed by a severe proton field failure in the drive core of the other vessel.
It had exploded.
Tor silently hoped that the explosion had not just killed the only family he would ever have.
~*~*~
Three days had passed since the core overload on the planet. Tor was growing impatient, but he knew that he had to let the mind teaching machine do its work. The language that the natives in the area spoke was difficult to master and he wanted to make sure that there would be no communication problems when he finally met Kal-el.
The machine had scanned the transmissions coming from the multitude of satellites in orbit of the blue green world and had identified several different languages. He had chosen several to learn including what the humans of America called English. Thus far it had been the only one that he was having a hard time with. Not so much because of the language itself, but the complexity of the regional dialects and the slang that came along with it. The computer had managed to connect to several educational databases that specifically dealt with the slang adaptations of several different culture groups. Moments passed as the computer fed the information directly into his synaptic pathways via the optic nerve induction emitter.
His eyes scanned back and forth as the beams of light fed the knowledge directly into his brain. The computer notified him that it was done with a soft harmonic tone. Blinking several times as his eyes readjusted to the normal light levels in the cockpit Tor sent the computer off in another direction. He now knew how to speak the language, but he needed to know more about the small town called Smallville.
~*~*~
Jonathan sat beside the hospital bed where his wife lay quietly sleeping. The strange wave of energy had thrown the truck around like a child's toy when it had hit them. Silently thanking god that she was ok, he thought back to the fight that he had with his son. The doctors had told him that Martha would be ok, but they had lost the baby. Jonathan had been furious with Clark. His rash action had caused them to lose the one thing that they had wanted for their entire lives. When they had found out that Martha was pregnant the doctors had called it a miracle. They were right, but it had been the healing energy released by the ships core that had allowed it to happen. Looking back at the fight he knew that he had hurt Clark deeply and now it looked like they might loose both their children. Clutching his sleeping wife's hand he began to sob quietly. He had never meant to drive Clark away. Pete had told him that Clark had ransacked Chloe's office at the school until he had found the class ring with the red meteor rock in it. Remembering how close they had come to loosing Clark the last time he had been affected by the red kryptonite he shuddered.
How was he going to explain to Martha that he had driven their son away? How would she ever forgive him for the loss of their child?
~*~*~
The computer on the ship had found the digital residence for the paper of the local education institute in Smallville. Scanning through the information Tor was intrigued by the apparent effects that the meteor rocks had on the genetic makeup of the humans. It seemed that Kal-el had lead an interesting life dealing not only with the problems that his unique physiology had provided but also with what the writer for the paper called Meteor Freaks. Tor had managed to break through the encryption of the firewall that guarded the computer and found a wealth of information on the person that he was sure had to be Kal-el. Apparently he had been adopted by a human family called the Kents. His adoptive family had named him Clark and despite the strange challenges that must have come from raising a kryptonian baby under a yellow sun, they had nurtured the boy into a man.
The effects of the yellow sun had plagued him as a child as well. Only an infant when he sped away from a dying world with his mother, he had learned to control the powers he had slowly. His mother had been troubled with similar difficulties controlling her newfound abilities and ended up destroying herself in a horrible accident.
Brushing away the memories of his dead mother he focused on the task at hand. She would have wanted him to find Kal-El. He had found him now, and the desire to meet the young man spurred Tor on. He needed to gather just a bit more information before he landed. Moving his fingers rapidly across the keyboard he searched across the data network for more information on Kal-el.
~*~*~
Clark stopped the motorcycle in front of the roadhouse. It looked like a seedy biker hangout and that was just what Clark wanted. Some local dive where people would leave him alone and not remember his face more than 15 minuets later. He had removed the ring that blocked all the painful memories 2 days ago when the slow poisoning began to make him feel sick. Like some of the more potent drugs he had read about in school there was a high and a low to using the red to feel better. Despite the numbness that the ring provided Clark had decided to get rid of it. The last thing he wanted to do right now was attract attention and the removal of all his inhibitions would defiantly cause attention. Lowering the kickstand Clark swung his leg over the bikes frame and walked towards the door.
The inside of the roadhouse was dim and smoky. For Clark this proved to be more of an annoyance that anything. He could see clearly in almost absolute darkness and the smoke would not have the same effects on him that it did on a normal human. Looking around he spotted an empty table in the back of the room and headed towards it. He could feel the eyes of the people around him staring but he did not care. All he wanted was some food and some time to think. Several moments after he sat down a blond waitress came over to the table. "What can I get for ya hon?" she drawled. Clark glanced up at her with a bit of a lost look. "Do you have a menu?" he replied. Harsh laughter came from the small woman as she looked at Clark with a disdainful glare. "No menu sweetie. We have burgers and beer. So what will you have?"
"Just a burger, thanks." Clark sighed a bit as the waitress walked toward the back of the bar. So this was the life he had condemned himself to. A brief hunger pang washed over him as he remembered the last batch of chocolate chip cookies his mother had made. He wondered if he would ever be able to go back there again. His mother had lost the baby because of him. His father had all but told him to leave and he couldn't blame them. Clark had made mistake after mistake. The latest one had cost a life and no amount of begging or pleading could fix that. None of his good intentions could bring back the small fragile life that had been snuffed out by his horrible judgment.
Lost in thought Clark didn't notice the waitress put the plate infront of him.
~*~*~
Jonathan was use to getting up before the sun and working till long after it had set. Now that they were home again he began to settle in to the familiar routine of farm life. The heard and crops both needed to be tended. He had gotten behind while his wife was in the hospital and now there was several days of work piled up. Slipping out of bed as quietly as possible he gathered his clothes and made his way to downstairs. Dressing in the guest bathroom felt strange but he did not want to wake his wife. She was still weak from the accident and needed to rest as much as possible.
Looking around the kitchen for the new bag of coffee filters he began to think about his son. Clark was their son no matter where he had come from. The loss of the baby stung but he knew that the hurt would fade with time. He didn't know if he could deal with the loss of the boy that he had watched grow into a man.
Fighting back the emotion he made a pot of coffee and poured it into a thermos. If he wanted to get done before sundown he would have no time for regret today.
Walking out onto the porch he noticed Pete's car coming down the driveway. Stopping near the barn Pete got out and waved to Jonathan.
"Morning Mr. Kent"
Morning Pete. What are you doing here this early?"
"Well I Thought that you might need some help getting caught up around here and since school is out, I don't have anything to do." Pete replied. "Besides you and Mrs. Kent once told me that I was family. This is what family does when you hit a rough spot. So, what are we going to hit first?"
Pete's words rang true with Jonathan. He wanted to tell the boy to go home but Pete had a point. Pete had been a member of the family since he had discovered Clark's gifts. Turning down the help would be rude and frankly impractical. Jonathan had more than he could possible do in a day by himself.
Jonathan smiled at Pete and said, "Lets get the hay loaded in the truck. The cows are probably close to revolting."
~*~*~
Chloe and Lana pulled in the Kent's driveway just after noon. Lana had made arrangements to have her shift at the Talon covered and Chloe had helped her get some things together to take to Martha. Lana grabbed the bag from the back of the car as Martha walked out onto the porch.
"Hi girls. How are you doing?" She asked as they walked towards the porch.
"Hi Mrs. Kent" the girls sounded off in unison. They looked at each other and giggled a bit as they scampered up the porch steps.
"We decided to come by and help you get the house back in order. We wont take no for an answer so no arguing!" Chloe beamed a smile at Martha as she put an arm around her. " You just relax and take it easy and let us worry about the house today, ok?"
The smile was infectious and though the weight that had been sitting on Martha's heart was still there, it seemed a bit lighter having the girls around.
The three women walked into the kitchen where Lana began unloading the bag that she had brought.
"We thought that you might like some tea and stuff so we stopped at the store. I wasn't sure what to get so I grabbed several kinds." She said as she pulled the different boxes from the bag.
"Tea? Tea! Sacrilege!! There is none but Coffee!" Chloe chimed in as she looked through the cabinets for the coffee filters. "Mmm, coffee." Doing her best homer impression got laughs from the other two women in the room as she filled the filter basket with grinds. "Anyone else want some?"
Chloe began started the pot and then began to work on the dishes that were in the sink. Martha looked at Lana and sat down at the table with a sigh. Seeing that they would need some time to talk Chloe looked around for a dishrag. "Hmm, no dish rags. I better go find one." Blatantly ignoring the one lying on the counter Chloe walked out towards the laundry room.
"Lana do you think he is ok? Martha said it bluntly not having the strength to mince words. The feeling of heartache grew as she thought about the boy that had been her only child for the last 17 years. What would she do if he were gone for good? If he didn't come back she didn't know if she could cope. Clark and Jonathan were her whole world. Life could go on without him but it would not be the same.
" I think he is going to be ok. I know that he will come back. I just hope he does before it's too late." Lana sighed. "I love him, but I just don't know what to do right now. I'm so mad at him for leaving, and I miss him horribly and while I want him back I also want to beat him for leaving in the first place." Lana's voice was on the edge of cracking. Martha had known that Lana cared for her son, but she had not guessed that she loved him this much.
Martha felt a tear roll down her cheek as she realized that the girl sitting with her loved her son in the way that she loved her husband. "I know exactly how you feel" I want him to come home too, but Boy is he in for it when he does!" Martha managed a weak smile and reached forward to hug Lana.
"He'll come back or I'll go find him. Don't worry, we will get him home" Lana said as she hugged Martha.
~*~*~
Tor had labored for several hours scouring the net for information about Clark. He had come across some adoption papers and decided that the name Tor-Ul would raise too many questions on the surface. Digging through several government databases he managed to find the birth record of a William Gibson that had been born in a small Texas town 17 years ago, but had apparently died shortly after. Through some mix-up there had never been a death certificate issued even though there was a record of the obituary and the funeral notice with the paper for the area. Deciding that this would be his new identity Wil erased all record of the death from the net and began to forge a history for himself.
Once that was all prepared and the ship had fabricated several convincing id's for him he programmed the landing sequence into the ships navigation system. As it was nearly midnight and the decent would take sometime Wil decided to take a short nap while the computer guided the ship to the ground.
Drifting off to sleep Wil wondered what the next few days would bring.
~*~*~ As its passenger drifted off to sleep the ship slowly began to change its course. Angling itself toward the forest near the Kents farm in order to land at the coordinated it had been given.
Deep in the computer core the intelligence that had ridden the communication beam from its dying body resented that the whelp at the helm was ordering it what to do. There was nothing that could be done yet. The security in this ships computer was very strong, but it was just a matter of time before it was able to get to the processor and corrupt it.
The intelligence felt a strange emotion boiling up inside it at the thought of the destroyed ship. Quickly searching his memory he realized that this was rage. Rage towards Kal-el. Once they were on the ground he would destroy Kal-El and Tor-Ul.
Then he would show these weakling humans how a real kryptonian acted.
End of chapter 1
As always I don't own any of the Smallville stuff so please don't sue me for liking the setting enough to write about it!
As I am new to this please review and let me know what you think.
Blood Ties:
The earth hung below the small spacecraft like a blue jewel in the dark of space. He looked at it for a long moment before he ran hit fingers across the instruments. The readings showed that the ion trail did indeed lead to this planet. At long last he had found the last son of Krypton's new home. He laughed at that thought. The last son wasn't quite right. After all he too was a kryptonian. Kal-El's father was not the only one that had sent a life pod into space the day Krypton exploded. His father had placed his wife and only son into a similar spacecraft and sent them speeding away mere moments after Kal-El's craft had launched from the surface.
Tor-Ul glanced at the controls as the initial readings from the first orbit sensor sweep came in.
The planet was heavily populated and industrialized with major settlements on every continent save the arctic ones. Pollution in the air was heavy but not yet irreversible. As the sensor sweep began to cross one of the continents in the northern hemisphere a warning light began to flash followed by a soft audible alert.
There was a Kryptonian vessel sending out a distress signal.
~*~*~
Clark held the lead- iron case in his hands staring at it, wondering if this was a good idea. He brushed the thought away knowing that this was the only way. He had to destroy the ship or it would destroy all that he held dear.
With a quick squeeze of his hands the case shattered and liquid fire washed over his body. It was a familiar sensation that he had hoped he would never feel again. The kryptonite was slowly killing him, poisoning him to death with its deadly radiation. Fighting off the waves of wrenching nausea and cramping that rolled through his body he managed to slam the glowing green key into place.
The effect was immediate and devastating.
~*~*~
Working quickly Tor setup a computer link with the damaged vessel. He began downloading the computer's logs of the journey and all relevant historical files from the archive. The pod that had ferried Tor and his mother away form the doomed planet had been incomplete. In his haste Tor's father had not had time to include the memory units that held the historical and social databases of his culture. There before him was the entire history of his planet, and it was about to be destroyed. His fingers flew across the keyboard impossibly fast as he struggled to manage a coherent download of the files. The core was corrupt but he might be able to save some of the data.
Time seemed to stop as the data flew across the link. He had managed to transfer most of the historical database when the link failed. A blinking indicator showed that the host was no longer reachable.
A quick query to the computer showed that the link had been severed by a severe proton field failure in the drive core of the other vessel.
It had exploded.
Tor silently hoped that the explosion had not just killed the only family he would ever have.
~*~*~
Three days had passed since the core overload on the planet. Tor was growing impatient, but he knew that he had to let the mind teaching machine do its work. The language that the natives in the area spoke was difficult to master and he wanted to make sure that there would be no communication problems when he finally met Kal-el.
The machine had scanned the transmissions coming from the multitude of satellites in orbit of the blue green world and had identified several different languages. He had chosen several to learn including what the humans of America called English. Thus far it had been the only one that he was having a hard time with. Not so much because of the language itself, but the complexity of the regional dialects and the slang that came along with it. The computer had managed to connect to several educational databases that specifically dealt with the slang adaptations of several different culture groups. Moments passed as the computer fed the information directly into his synaptic pathways via the optic nerve induction emitter.
His eyes scanned back and forth as the beams of light fed the knowledge directly into his brain. The computer notified him that it was done with a soft harmonic tone. Blinking several times as his eyes readjusted to the normal light levels in the cockpit Tor sent the computer off in another direction. He now knew how to speak the language, but he needed to know more about the small town called Smallville.
~*~*~
Jonathan sat beside the hospital bed where his wife lay quietly sleeping. The strange wave of energy had thrown the truck around like a child's toy when it had hit them. Silently thanking god that she was ok, he thought back to the fight that he had with his son. The doctors had told him that Martha would be ok, but they had lost the baby. Jonathan had been furious with Clark. His rash action had caused them to lose the one thing that they had wanted for their entire lives. When they had found out that Martha was pregnant the doctors had called it a miracle. They were right, but it had been the healing energy released by the ships core that had allowed it to happen. Looking back at the fight he knew that he had hurt Clark deeply and now it looked like they might loose both their children. Clutching his sleeping wife's hand he began to sob quietly. He had never meant to drive Clark away. Pete had told him that Clark had ransacked Chloe's office at the school until he had found the class ring with the red meteor rock in it. Remembering how close they had come to loosing Clark the last time he had been affected by the red kryptonite he shuddered.
How was he going to explain to Martha that he had driven their son away? How would she ever forgive him for the loss of their child?
~*~*~
The computer on the ship had found the digital residence for the paper of the local education institute in Smallville. Scanning through the information Tor was intrigued by the apparent effects that the meteor rocks had on the genetic makeup of the humans. It seemed that Kal-el had lead an interesting life dealing not only with the problems that his unique physiology had provided but also with what the writer for the paper called Meteor Freaks. Tor had managed to break through the encryption of the firewall that guarded the computer and found a wealth of information on the person that he was sure had to be Kal-el. Apparently he had been adopted by a human family called the Kents. His adoptive family had named him Clark and despite the strange challenges that must have come from raising a kryptonian baby under a yellow sun, they had nurtured the boy into a man.
The effects of the yellow sun had plagued him as a child as well. Only an infant when he sped away from a dying world with his mother, he had learned to control the powers he had slowly. His mother had been troubled with similar difficulties controlling her newfound abilities and ended up destroying herself in a horrible accident.
Brushing away the memories of his dead mother he focused on the task at hand. She would have wanted him to find Kal-El. He had found him now, and the desire to meet the young man spurred Tor on. He needed to gather just a bit more information before he landed. Moving his fingers rapidly across the keyboard he searched across the data network for more information on Kal-el.
~*~*~
Clark stopped the motorcycle in front of the roadhouse. It looked like a seedy biker hangout and that was just what Clark wanted. Some local dive where people would leave him alone and not remember his face more than 15 minuets later. He had removed the ring that blocked all the painful memories 2 days ago when the slow poisoning began to make him feel sick. Like some of the more potent drugs he had read about in school there was a high and a low to using the red to feel better. Despite the numbness that the ring provided Clark had decided to get rid of it. The last thing he wanted to do right now was attract attention and the removal of all his inhibitions would defiantly cause attention. Lowering the kickstand Clark swung his leg over the bikes frame and walked towards the door.
The inside of the roadhouse was dim and smoky. For Clark this proved to be more of an annoyance that anything. He could see clearly in almost absolute darkness and the smoke would not have the same effects on him that it did on a normal human. Looking around he spotted an empty table in the back of the room and headed towards it. He could feel the eyes of the people around him staring but he did not care. All he wanted was some food and some time to think. Several moments after he sat down a blond waitress came over to the table. "What can I get for ya hon?" she drawled. Clark glanced up at her with a bit of a lost look. "Do you have a menu?" he replied. Harsh laughter came from the small woman as she looked at Clark with a disdainful glare. "No menu sweetie. We have burgers and beer. So what will you have?"
"Just a burger, thanks." Clark sighed a bit as the waitress walked toward the back of the bar. So this was the life he had condemned himself to. A brief hunger pang washed over him as he remembered the last batch of chocolate chip cookies his mother had made. He wondered if he would ever be able to go back there again. His mother had lost the baby because of him. His father had all but told him to leave and he couldn't blame them. Clark had made mistake after mistake. The latest one had cost a life and no amount of begging or pleading could fix that. None of his good intentions could bring back the small fragile life that had been snuffed out by his horrible judgment.
Lost in thought Clark didn't notice the waitress put the plate infront of him.
~*~*~
Jonathan was use to getting up before the sun and working till long after it had set. Now that they were home again he began to settle in to the familiar routine of farm life. The heard and crops both needed to be tended. He had gotten behind while his wife was in the hospital and now there was several days of work piled up. Slipping out of bed as quietly as possible he gathered his clothes and made his way to downstairs. Dressing in the guest bathroom felt strange but he did not want to wake his wife. She was still weak from the accident and needed to rest as much as possible.
Looking around the kitchen for the new bag of coffee filters he began to think about his son. Clark was their son no matter where he had come from. The loss of the baby stung but he knew that the hurt would fade with time. He didn't know if he could deal with the loss of the boy that he had watched grow into a man.
Fighting back the emotion he made a pot of coffee and poured it into a thermos. If he wanted to get done before sundown he would have no time for regret today.
Walking out onto the porch he noticed Pete's car coming down the driveway. Stopping near the barn Pete got out and waved to Jonathan.
"Morning Mr. Kent"
Morning Pete. What are you doing here this early?"
"Well I Thought that you might need some help getting caught up around here and since school is out, I don't have anything to do." Pete replied. "Besides you and Mrs. Kent once told me that I was family. This is what family does when you hit a rough spot. So, what are we going to hit first?"
Pete's words rang true with Jonathan. He wanted to tell the boy to go home but Pete had a point. Pete had been a member of the family since he had discovered Clark's gifts. Turning down the help would be rude and frankly impractical. Jonathan had more than he could possible do in a day by himself.
Jonathan smiled at Pete and said, "Lets get the hay loaded in the truck. The cows are probably close to revolting."
~*~*~
Chloe and Lana pulled in the Kent's driveway just after noon. Lana had made arrangements to have her shift at the Talon covered and Chloe had helped her get some things together to take to Martha. Lana grabbed the bag from the back of the car as Martha walked out onto the porch.
"Hi girls. How are you doing?" She asked as they walked towards the porch.
"Hi Mrs. Kent" the girls sounded off in unison. They looked at each other and giggled a bit as they scampered up the porch steps.
"We decided to come by and help you get the house back in order. We wont take no for an answer so no arguing!" Chloe beamed a smile at Martha as she put an arm around her. " You just relax and take it easy and let us worry about the house today, ok?"
The smile was infectious and though the weight that had been sitting on Martha's heart was still there, it seemed a bit lighter having the girls around.
The three women walked into the kitchen where Lana began unloading the bag that she had brought.
"We thought that you might like some tea and stuff so we stopped at the store. I wasn't sure what to get so I grabbed several kinds." She said as she pulled the different boxes from the bag.
"Tea? Tea! Sacrilege!! There is none but Coffee!" Chloe chimed in as she looked through the cabinets for the coffee filters. "Mmm, coffee." Doing her best homer impression got laughs from the other two women in the room as she filled the filter basket with grinds. "Anyone else want some?"
Chloe began started the pot and then began to work on the dishes that were in the sink. Martha looked at Lana and sat down at the table with a sigh. Seeing that they would need some time to talk Chloe looked around for a dishrag. "Hmm, no dish rags. I better go find one." Blatantly ignoring the one lying on the counter Chloe walked out towards the laundry room.
"Lana do you think he is ok? Martha said it bluntly not having the strength to mince words. The feeling of heartache grew as she thought about the boy that had been her only child for the last 17 years. What would she do if he were gone for good? If he didn't come back she didn't know if she could cope. Clark and Jonathan were her whole world. Life could go on without him but it would not be the same.
" I think he is going to be ok. I know that he will come back. I just hope he does before it's too late." Lana sighed. "I love him, but I just don't know what to do right now. I'm so mad at him for leaving, and I miss him horribly and while I want him back I also want to beat him for leaving in the first place." Lana's voice was on the edge of cracking. Martha had known that Lana cared for her son, but she had not guessed that she loved him this much.
Martha felt a tear roll down her cheek as she realized that the girl sitting with her loved her son in the way that she loved her husband. "I know exactly how you feel" I want him to come home too, but Boy is he in for it when he does!" Martha managed a weak smile and reached forward to hug Lana.
"He'll come back or I'll go find him. Don't worry, we will get him home" Lana said as she hugged Martha.
~*~*~
Tor had labored for several hours scouring the net for information about Clark. He had come across some adoption papers and decided that the name Tor-Ul would raise too many questions on the surface. Digging through several government databases he managed to find the birth record of a William Gibson that had been born in a small Texas town 17 years ago, but had apparently died shortly after. Through some mix-up there had never been a death certificate issued even though there was a record of the obituary and the funeral notice with the paper for the area. Deciding that this would be his new identity Wil erased all record of the death from the net and began to forge a history for himself.
Once that was all prepared and the ship had fabricated several convincing id's for him he programmed the landing sequence into the ships navigation system. As it was nearly midnight and the decent would take sometime Wil decided to take a short nap while the computer guided the ship to the ground.
Drifting off to sleep Wil wondered what the next few days would bring.
~*~*~ As its passenger drifted off to sleep the ship slowly began to change its course. Angling itself toward the forest near the Kents farm in order to land at the coordinated it had been given.
Deep in the computer core the intelligence that had ridden the communication beam from its dying body resented that the whelp at the helm was ordering it what to do. There was nothing that could be done yet. The security in this ships computer was very strong, but it was just a matter of time before it was able to get to the processor and corrupt it.
The intelligence felt a strange emotion boiling up inside it at the thought of the destroyed ship. Quickly searching his memory he realized that this was rage. Rage towards Kal-el. Once they were on the ground he would destroy Kal-El and Tor-Ul.
Then he would show these weakling humans how a real kryptonian acted.
End of chapter 1