Story of Jor-El
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Note: The following is a rough outline of what was to happen in this chapter. I apologise for not being able to write the full chapter as intended, however, life has proven hectic and along with my plans to start writing original stories, I don't have the time needed to finish all my stories. I didn't want to leave them abandoned, so I decided to give a rough outline of the story's events so that you could see how it would have progressed and ended. I hope that you understand. Maybe one day I might come back and fully finish them as intended, but as that's up in the air, I thought that I'd end things this way rather than leave unfinished. Thank you for your time.
Chapter 1 (Rough Outline)
As Jor-El grows older, his mind becomes ever more brilliant. However, much to the Kryptonian Law Council's dismay, it also becomes wiser.
A young man with much expectation on his shoulders, Jor-El harnessed his intelligence and innovation, all for the good of his homeworld. He strived to become Krypton's foremost scientist. Many of the elders were startled by his development. He vastly exceeded what was believed possible, so much so that some believed there was a glitch within his genetics.
Even as he had just begun to slowly establish himself as one of the finest members of the House of El, he was a frequent guest of the Council to discuss important matters. In time, Jor-El had become more accustomed to holding his tongue when in their presence. His prolific scientific mind allowed him to design and invent numerous marvels. Yet, he knew that the Council continually held him and the planet back from reaching their full potential.
The days felt longer, as his subtle advocations to grow Krypton into something more sustainable and prosperous fell on deaf ears and stubborn minds every time. Krypton valued traditions but feared the past and future. Jor-El felt the emptiness of time and space within himself.
During a time where he's coming close to finalising his latest project, the Phantom Zone Projector, he is summoned to the Council by another member of the Thinker Guild…a young woman named Lara Lor-Van.
Her mind was almost equal to his own. Jor-El felt a flicker of life in his heart as he spoke with the highly intelligent Kryptonian. Though their paths have never crossed before, in their short time together walking to the Council, they find comforting ease with each other. Lara states that she knows of Jor-El's reputation and that she has been a keen admirer of his for a while. Though, she finds something that seems to hold him back. Much to Jor-El's amusement, she tells him that she finds him lacking innovation and a willingness to think outside the boundaries of their programming.
''You see the flaws in others as well as the flaws in our society?'' Jor-El inquires.
''We are not machines. We are not soldiers. I don't think we are any of the things we are programmed to believe.''
Jor-El smiles genuinely, for the first time in a long time. ''Thinking and believing are two different things. Although, I feel that there is something that can unite the concepts to create a perfect balance. Something that can unite the believer and the thinker into becoming so much more.''
''And what's that?''
''Hope.'' Jor-El answers as Lara's eyes drift down to the symbol displayed proudly upon Jor-El's chest.
Before long, the two join the Council, who are in the middle of a heated discussion. They reveal that an ancient Kryptonian scout ship has been located, floating aimlessly within the vacuum of space.
Jor-El can barely contain his excitement. Even if it was just a decaying wreck, this would be his opportunity to discover more of his planet's history without any limitations.
Fearing that it could fall into dangerous hands, the Council wants Jor-El to lead a small team with Lara to go to the ship…and destroy it.
Shocked by the request, Jor-El vents his anger at the decision, but his pleas do little to sway the members of the Council. Many of them scoff at the young scientist's overzealous passion for relics that no longer hold a place for them. It is only when they threaten to dismiss Jor-El and pass the mission onto Lara that Jor-El finally complies with their demand. He knows that he will have no greater chance than this. Even it would be for just a fleeting moment, Jor-El could step into Krypton's history before it disappears in a reign of fire.
Lara lifts her head to the Council. ''If the section of the wreckage proves hostile, we may need protection.''
''We have already spoken with the Warrior Guild. You will be in safe hands.''
To their side, a door opens and two men step forward. One is a hulking mass decked with elaborate, well-constructed armour. Every step he took seemed to make the room quake. The Council introduced him as General Tran-Je. While the General greets the Council, more than eager to praise them and stroke their egos, he fails to even acknowledge Jor-El or Lara, treating them as if they weren't in the same room.
General Tran-Je's accompany, a soldier of similar age and height to Jor-El, does at least offer his hand to geet the scientists.
''My name is Commander Dru-Zod. It's an honour to finally meet you, Jor-El.''
To Be Continued…