In this particular elseworlds I pretty much have to rewrite the
entire DC universe.
This chaper is setting down the history for the rest of the story. The prelude is not strictly neccessary for understanding of the story, and anyone who cares more about action than continuity should feel free to skip the prelude.
Elseworlds: Journey to the New World
By Neemers
Disclaimer: None of the characters are mine.
From the journal of Ja-el, 457 N.K.T. Month 3, Day 7 (500 B.C.)
We, the scientists of Krypton, are nearly ready for the great
journey. For nearly a century we have been scorned by our fellow
Egyptians because we believe in science instead of the gods.
Recently opposision has grown worse and soon our countrymen may
begin actively hunting us. Because of these changes, we have decided to find a new home, maybe even a new world, where we will not be so opposed.
We have studied every bit of literature and lore we could find.
Amoung the Hebrew people, we found the tale of a great ark that was filled when the world flooded. Our best scientists have studied the design and found it to be incredibly sturdy. Thus we decided to build our own ark, to escape from the ignorance and foolishness of our countrymen.
With our stores, modifications to the original ark design and
inventions we will be able to survive upon the sea indefinitely. We shall continue on until we find a land where we can be free in.
The inventions of the scientists of Krypton have made our order
incredibly wealthy, making it an easy task to buy the labor and
materials needed for our great venture. It now lies upon the western shore of Ethiopia, ready for loading.
We wished to give the gift of knowledge to the world, but it turned its back on us. Thus, in the four hundred fifty seventh year of our order, we take our gifts to ourselves, never to join the rest of the race of man again.
From the journal of Jor-el, 2755 N.K.T. Month 9, Day 8 (1798 A.D.)
I have looked upon the journals of my countrymen who began the great voyage into the sea, so many years ago. What must it have been like to spend one's entire life out upon the sea, never to see land? It was nearly a century before the travelers of the ark found a land which they felt they could be free in. By that time every man, woman, and child aboard the ark had never set foot upon land. But our journey has always been a journey of new knowledge and new discovery, so they set out for life upon land.
The travelers set the ark upon the shores of the land they named
Kandor, to find a suitable place for their new home. Scouts traveled far inland util they found a suitably secluded valley hidden within the mountains. Still more comfortable on land than water, they traveled up what the natives called the Willamette river to their new home.
In my time new men have begun to come to this land. They have the pale skin and eyes that our ancient texts tell us was common amoung the northern races. They have named our land of Kandor Oregon and continue to come here in greater numbers.
Our people, though few, are strong. With our weapons and genetic
enhancements, we could easily force our way into this world, but our leaders choose to stay true to the teaching of our ancestors. They said they would never rejoin the rest of the race of man, and we will stay true to their teaching.
From the journal of Jor-el, 2767 N.K.T. Month 3, Day 21 (1810 A.D.)
It has been five years since Zal-or took charge of the High Council, and I fear our way of life is being lost. He preaches that our knowledge makes us superior to the rest of the world, and every day he gains more followers. With my position in the Council of Seven I am privy to classified information, including many tests which I disapprove of. They have been growing steadily worse, but the newest experiment is so terrible that I must do something about it.
A two-year-old boy has been kidnapped from the outside world and
turned into a cyborg. He has been injected with nanites programmed to turn his interior into a living camera. Images from the outside world will be beamed to our city so that we may know of the outside world without actually travelling to it. Of course, the experiments and mind control necessary for the process will leave the boy nearly mindless. I must act. But how?
I cannot take the boy out of the city. For the past fifty years our people have been fitted with transmitters that kill anyone who leaves the city. At the age of five every child must submit to having one of these transmitters injected into them. If I were to leave the city, I would be dead withing ten minutes. But I must find a way to return him to his family.
From the journal of Jor-el, 2767 N.K.T. Month 4, Day 2 (1810 A.D.)
I have found a way to deliver the boy. Though I cannot reverse the nanite's instructions, I can change them. Instead of beaming hard light information to my people, the boy will be able to project it at will. Of coarse, the more distant the illusions are the less substantial they will be.
But a child so young ought not be privy to such knowledge. Thus we have created a lock in the form of a ring and lantern. Only when he wears the ring, which must be charged by the lantern every twenty-four hours, will he be able to command the power withing him.
My wife Lara and I will do what we must to save the child. Of
course, this will be looked on as high treason. Thus we must deliver not only the outsider's child from our city, but our infant son Kal-el as well.
What powers will my son have oustside of the great city dome? He has not yet been fitted with a transmitter, so he sill survive. Long ago my ancestors discovered how plants took enery from the sun and improved upon it, injecting the formula into our children. Without the dome to block out much of the sunlight, how strong will he be? Certainly far stronger than any outsider man.
Lara will run them both outside the city while I work on jamming the transmitter for as long as I can. She will take the lantern with her as well, and the ring will be hung on a chain around Kal-el's neck. I know not if the other child will ever discover its use. I will never see my child again once Lara leaves. I can only hope that the outside world treats him with more kindness than we have treated them.
From the journal of Zal-or, 2767 N.K.T. Month 4, Day 4 (1810 A.D.)
The traitor Jor-el was executed today. His wife died by her
transmitter, and their son is presumed dead in the wilderness.
Unfortunately, before Jor-el died he destroyed the data necessary to create another camera-child. Our scientists must start over from scratch in order to make the experiment work again. This only delays my plans a little. Soon Krypton shall rise to become the one great power in the world, with me at its head.
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Questions? Comments? Do I have anyone curious yet?
entire DC universe.
This chaper is setting down the history for the rest of the story. The prelude is not strictly neccessary for understanding of the story, and anyone who cares more about action than continuity should feel free to skip the prelude.
Elseworlds: Journey to the New World
By Neemers
Disclaimer: None of the characters are mine.
From the journal of Ja-el, 457 N.K.T. Month 3, Day 7 (500 B.C.)
We, the scientists of Krypton, are nearly ready for the great
journey. For nearly a century we have been scorned by our fellow
Egyptians because we believe in science instead of the gods.
Recently opposision has grown worse and soon our countrymen may
begin actively hunting us. Because of these changes, we have decided to find a new home, maybe even a new world, where we will not be so opposed.
We have studied every bit of literature and lore we could find.
Amoung the Hebrew people, we found the tale of a great ark that was filled when the world flooded. Our best scientists have studied the design and found it to be incredibly sturdy. Thus we decided to build our own ark, to escape from the ignorance and foolishness of our countrymen.
With our stores, modifications to the original ark design and
inventions we will be able to survive upon the sea indefinitely. We shall continue on until we find a land where we can be free in.
The inventions of the scientists of Krypton have made our order
incredibly wealthy, making it an easy task to buy the labor and
materials needed for our great venture. It now lies upon the western shore of Ethiopia, ready for loading.
We wished to give the gift of knowledge to the world, but it turned its back on us. Thus, in the four hundred fifty seventh year of our order, we take our gifts to ourselves, never to join the rest of the race of man again.
From the journal of Jor-el, 2755 N.K.T. Month 9, Day 8 (1798 A.D.)
I have looked upon the journals of my countrymen who began the great voyage into the sea, so many years ago. What must it have been like to spend one's entire life out upon the sea, never to see land? It was nearly a century before the travelers of the ark found a land which they felt they could be free in. By that time every man, woman, and child aboard the ark had never set foot upon land. But our journey has always been a journey of new knowledge and new discovery, so they set out for life upon land.
The travelers set the ark upon the shores of the land they named
Kandor, to find a suitable place for their new home. Scouts traveled far inland util they found a suitably secluded valley hidden within the mountains. Still more comfortable on land than water, they traveled up what the natives called the Willamette river to their new home.
In my time new men have begun to come to this land. They have the pale skin and eyes that our ancient texts tell us was common amoung the northern races. They have named our land of Kandor Oregon and continue to come here in greater numbers.
Our people, though few, are strong. With our weapons and genetic
enhancements, we could easily force our way into this world, but our leaders choose to stay true to the teaching of our ancestors. They said they would never rejoin the rest of the race of man, and we will stay true to their teaching.
From the journal of Jor-el, 2767 N.K.T. Month 3, Day 21 (1810 A.D.)
It has been five years since Zal-or took charge of the High Council, and I fear our way of life is being lost. He preaches that our knowledge makes us superior to the rest of the world, and every day he gains more followers. With my position in the Council of Seven I am privy to classified information, including many tests which I disapprove of. They have been growing steadily worse, but the newest experiment is so terrible that I must do something about it.
A two-year-old boy has been kidnapped from the outside world and
turned into a cyborg. He has been injected with nanites programmed to turn his interior into a living camera. Images from the outside world will be beamed to our city so that we may know of the outside world without actually travelling to it. Of course, the experiments and mind control necessary for the process will leave the boy nearly mindless. I must act. But how?
I cannot take the boy out of the city. For the past fifty years our people have been fitted with transmitters that kill anyone who leaves the city. At the age of five every child must submit to having one of these transmitters injected into them. If I were to leave the city, I would be dead withing ten minutes. But I must find a way to return him to his family.
From the journal of Jor-el, 2767 N.K.T. Month 4, Day 2 (1810 A.D.)
I have found a way to deliver the boy. Though I cannot reverse the nanite's instructions, I can change them. Instead of beaming hard light information to my people, the boy will be able to project it at will. Of coarse, the more distant the illusions are the less substantial they will be.
But a child so young ought not be privy to such knowledge. Thus we have created a lock in the form of a ring and lantern. Only when he wears the ring, which must be charged by the lantern every twenty-four hours, will he be able to command the power withing him.
My wife Lara and I will do what we must to save the child. Of
course, this will be looked on as high treason. Thus we must deliver not only the outsider's child from our city, but our infant son Kal-el as well.
What powers will my son have oustside of the great city dome? He has not yet been fitted with a transmitter, so he sill survive. Long ago my ancestors discovered how plants took enery from the sun and improved upon it, injecting the formula into our children. Without the dome to block out much of the sunlight, how strong will he be? Certainly far stronger than any outsider man.
Lara will run them both outside the city while I work on jamming the transmitter for as long as I can. She will take the lantern with her as well, and the ring will be hung on a chain around Kal-el's neck. I know not if the other child will ever discover its use. I will never see my child again once Lara leaves. I can only hope that the outside world treats him with more kindness than we have treated them.
From the journal of Zal-or, 2767 N.K.T. Month 4, Day 4 (1810 A.D.)
The traitor Jor-el was executed today. His wife died by her
transmitter, and their son is presumed dead in the wilderness.
Unfortunately, before Jor-el died he destroyed the data necessary to create another camera-child. Our scientists must start over from scratch in order to make the experiment work again. This only delays my plans a little. Soon Krypton shall rise to become the one great power in the world, with me at its head.
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Questions? Comments? Do I have anyone curious yet?