Project Kr was very different and far more sinister with how Superboy was created
This is all Beautiful Phantom's fault- she got me to watch Young Justice and just look at what happens! So before I go stepping on any die-hard comic buff's toes I really only know very limited amounts of info from the DC universe. Namely the 90's animated Superman and Batman, the original Superman movie from the 70's (?), the 2000's Justice League (I never saw all the episodes), and only the first season of young justice- I was told there was some sort of rushed time skip thing so yeah I'm not really wanting to watch the 2nd season… Oh and that Son of Batman that was on Netflix (I have few words for that amount of strangeness…)
So I'm just gonna mesh all the stuff I know together simply because I know nothing about any single coherent timeline. And I just can't remotely bring myself to read comics- the art style just bothers me way too much to even want to read them somehow- just not my thing.
I don't own Inuyasha or Young Justice.
Teeth Sown into the Earth
24-year-old Kagome Higurashi whimpered slightly as she felt the shaking of the aircraft. Or at least she thought it was some form of aircraft. It was different than the sensation of a car ride, train, or the roil of waves beneath a boat. Which really only left aircraft as the remaining mode of transportation she might be on.
How had it come to this? She'd braved demons in the Feudal Era, managed to graduate High School, and had even been set to graduate University with her Masters degree in archaeology next month! All her perseverance and skills, only to be snatched in broad daylight from a crowded train station. Her assailant had proved too much for her despite her hard earned self-defense skills that had shakily evolved over the years after one bow too many had been broken.
Heck, even InuYasha himself had once said she had a wicked right hook! Well his exact words had been, "The hell, wench?! What was that for!?" and had rubbed at the rather distinct bruise on his face the remainder of the day. Never again did the half demon attempt to wake her up with water.
Yeah, title-bout fighter or ninja she would never be but she could at least hold her own for a few minutes against the average human mugger. Miko powers counted for diddlysquat against humans unfortunately, effectively making her just another average person in the modern age. But she knew where to hit to make it hurt!
Sure she might've slacked off a little bit after high school-she'd believed that the Bone Eaters Well would open back up. Only it never did, so she had reluctantly moved on with her life as best she could.
And thankfully she'd never been anywhere near one of the alien invasions when they had happened, but she was curious to know if her abilities would be of any use. But the chance of her powers simply not working (as they were geared towards demons) kept her from even entertaining the idea of seeking out an alien to fight. She'd be a dead Miko if she essentially brought a primitive knife to an intergalactic gunfight.
So until she was confronted and threatened by some alien threat face-to-face she would remain on her little shrine in Japan. Besides all of the alien invasions seemed to only happen on the big continents, small islands like Japan and Great Britain were probably not prime targets for alien invaders.
A sharp sting of something slamming into her leg, a wooden crate perhaps, brought her out of the fanciful imaginings of Miko vs. Alien.
No point in crying over spilt milk. But in her defense the creep who'd abducted her had used some sort of shocking weapon on her throat that paralyzed her vocal cords. Keeping her from screaming for help.
It wasn't your typical mugger move.
She'd been wrangled embarrassingly easily into a dark ally and that was all the miko could remember before it had gone dark.
Next thing she knew she woke up here on this aircraft. Or at least she thought it was seeing as she couldn't see. She was bound by some sort of restraints at the ankles and her arms behind her back with almost circulation-cutting bonds. Nothing she'd be able to wriggle her way out of.
Thankfully she could still feel the feel of her clothes and undergarments on her skin- she hadn't been undressed. It was the small things to be thankful for sometimes.
There was a cloth gag in her mouth that was saturated with saliva suggesting it had been there for a while as drool escaped from the corners of her mouth. She could feel thick foam earplugs nestled in her ear canals and she was wearing dark nightshades that prevented even the slightest hint of light reaching her eyes.
Whatever was happening this was very serious. Small time crooks didn't go through this much trouble did they? The crime shows on TV never included sensory deprivation.
But why her?
She was a Miko sure, but in modern day that really only equated to her as a shrine priestess. People didn't think modern shrine priestesses held the actual powers she did- it was all ceremony and religious now days. And besides the few times she'd fought demons in the modern era at age 15 she'd never used her powers openly. And according to Sango her powers were not visible to those without spiritual abilities besides her holy arrows. Apparently nothing could keep that power from being visible.
She kept her powers sharp in secret- heck her own family didn't know about them! They thought that she'd merely seen ghosts and depended on InuYasha 100% while going on a long game of hide-and-seek after the jewel shards. To be fair she hadn't really ever outright said 'I can vanquish demons to dust with only a touch', it wasn't something that came up in a normal conversation.
So it was unlikely this was about her Miko powers.
Was this human trafficking? Oh she hoped it wasn't!
The only thing she knew was whatever was about to happen, it probably wouldn't end well for her.
!~!~!~ Cadmus Labs!~!~!
Dr. Desmond looked over the final plans for Project Kr. Hopefully this time the plans would not fail. The last of the test subjects that had arrived the night before were being screened and processed before it all came together.
It had taken years to secure the kryptonian menaces' genetic sample. Mere DNA from a hair sample or blood had proved vastly inferior. Why, just look at that Bizarro monstrosity created by Lex Luthor. No, they needed actual genetic material after so many botched clones.
A human-kryptonian hybrid was not ideal but would be far more stable than mere kryptonian DNA; again it only took a nod to the decaying monstrosity to realize the truth.
The only problem was that crossbreeding was not possible naturally based on what they had learned from Superman's genetic material. Desmond was unsure as to how the sample had been secured but it had matched with the DNA from both the known blood and hair sample so he could care less how the Light had managed to get it. But he doubted the alien had donated to a sperm bank.
The chromosomes were entirely different and more numerous than a human's 23 pairs. But Desmond felt that with the right surrogate and genetic tweaking a hybrid should be possible. Months had gone into different batches with varying degrees of alterations.
The very earliest Project Kr attempts had been simple in vitro procedures with heavily modified human ova. But 100% of these had failed once placed in artificial wombs- development simply arrested despite the ideal growing environment. It was suggested that unlike humans who could be grown in test tubes perhaps Kryptonian physiology had different requirements.
Hence the decision to use actual human females as incubators. The first attempts had failed spectacularly- the average human female was not well equipped to handle even a hybrid Kryptonian fetus. It was deduced that the use of fluorescent lighting had caused a majority of the deaths via organ rupture.
The weak UV rays augmented the strength that literally tore the human women from the inside out. Those who had not perished in such a manner had miscarried deformed fetuses. Using growth factors had been at fault in those cases. It looked like the Light would simply have to wait the old-fashioned way if they wanted a hybrid this badly. Growth factors could be safely administered after a full term extraction.
Keeping human women in pods also had proved unfortunate, as the autopsies had shown severe muscular atrophy-, which in turn affected the hybrid fetuses. Desmond had decided this batch would be podded until fertilization and then moved to larger spaces to allow exercise. Having them conscious was in his mind a terrible idea- so much easier to deal with silent specimens.
But he felt the pressure from the Light and so did not voice his distaste that he would have to deal with 50 annoying, awake, specimens. Each with unique abilities that could prove hardier than the average human female.
Not all women with abilities donned spandex and leapt off rooftops to fight crime; in fact a surprising number of these women existed and yet were content in maintaining mundane lives. A woman from Croatia who could cause spontaneous human combustion with a touch was seemingly content in her job at a textile factory and small home she shared with several family members. There was even a woman who could move through objects like a ghost! Many of these women could easily be superheroes or supervillans yet not a one of the 50 subjects had ever done so.
Like any good scientist, he'd already devised the control group for the experiment. He glanced over the chosen profiles. The names of 10 women appeared on the screen with the click of a mouse.
The first woman hailed from Taiwan who drowned at the beach two years ago and was revived over two hours later at a rural hospital with no lasting damage.
From a slum in India was the sole survivor of a hemorrhagic fever with no lasting effects.
From Russia came Anastasia Petrov who was brutalized as a child and dropped off the highest floor of a 40 story apartment building surviving with only bruises and light scratches.
Number eight on the list was the sole Japanese candidate: one Kagome Higurashi. Hers was one of the better-documented cases with substantial medical records to back up her selection. At age 15 the girl had been documented have recovered from a number of conditions that tended to become chronic. The main factor of her selection stemmed from a seemingly miraculous recovery after she been admitted to an ICU after a camping trip gone horrifyingly wrong in which the girl had been mauled by wild animals at the age of 17.
She recovered in a matter of days from injuries that should cost her limbs if not her very life! Even the injuries had healed astonishingly well, only the slightest of scaring remained.
These 10 self-healing females would be the control group and thus would be the recipients of an unaltered Kryptonian gamete. They would very likely be the first to perish, but a control group was a still a necessity. They would be the only group to receive the smallest amount of ova manipulation- just enough to make a hybrid possible. The other groups of subjects were already slotted for various degrees of ova manipulations and manipulations of the Kryptonian samples. All in hopes of creating the most Kryptonian dominant hybrid.
How was it? It only gets darker from here on. Not sure if I need to up the rating to mature….
