Once again, for all your information, I do not own anything of the DC Universe or any of the games or other genres I intend to use as I write this story, such as Metroid, Guilty Gear, the occasional T.V. show, movie, etc. This story has just begun to come together for me, and I want to make sure I get it out right. Hope you all enjoy it as much as I am right now.

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Exalted Progeny

Two

Preparation

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Space, one light-year's distance from the great red giant star Rao, approximately two years before the destruction of Krypton…..

Arrogance. Anger. Callousness. Pride. Regret.

He had felt all of these mortal emotions even since His own hands had laid the foundations for the inevitable fall from grace of the very people He had nurtured and guided for so long in the past, only now to see their hubris and foolishness paving the end to their end. It sickened Him, it saddened Him, and above all else, it made Him realize that even deities are not truly free from making mistakes; they just were far more capable of solving them then mortals.

By His own Will, had events been sent in motion to bring about Krypton's end, and the extinction of its people. Surely, even though He was not solely responsible for it all, Rao, the Kryptonian creator deity and the cosmic manifestation of their great red star, could easily feel the weight of what he had allowed to happen, and how it would effect every Kryptonian done to the very last child of each House of Krypton. Still, Rao knew there had to be something He could do to at least spare something of Krypton's legacy, even if He himself had fore-sworn himself to seeing this through to the end. And then, not even a moment after it all began, - to a deity, of course - the mighty Rao realized how to ensure Krypton's future. (The outposts…) The sun god mentally exclaimed to himself.

Krypton had, in its existence, made contact with hundreds, if not thousands of other alien life and species across its section of the stars and beyond before their period of isolationism and solidarity with only themselves had taken effect. In order to accomplish this, of course, they had to establish a network of outer colonies and military outposts to ferry their people to all the diplomatic encounters and negotiation meetings across so many star systems. They still, at the time, possessed a formidable space navy and ground resources currently held in reserve and deep storage within well-hidden Phantom Zone pocket generators that were situated at those very outposts.. Rao knew full well that he could not truly take all of that to make use of now that Krypton's future had been lost to His actions, but something deep within his very essence told that if he planned carefully, and acted with both caution and subterfuge, he would be able to, somehow, bring a semblance of Krypton's once-noble existence back into being.

Rao now had a plan in hand, and quickly thought out a way to complete it. Each of the outposts - numbering well over 700 alone in the nearest star systems to Krypton - were fully equipped with automated manufacturing facilities and top of the line android servitor drones to aid the Kryptonians in their endeavors. Some of them were even close to actual yellow stars in fact, where said Kryptonians would have possessed their latent powers at full strength, and with the efficiency of those very systems, Rao theorized correctly that those seven hundred outposts could easily replicate their entire inventory in less than two years' time.

As the outposts followed their orders and replicated their stock, then the accumulated new inventory from all seven hundred outposts could easily be phase-shifted into a location of Rao's choosing, and kept quite safe from any prying eyes and any greedy hands, not to mention being inactive in the hands of any non-Kryptonian: the ingenuity of having the unique genetic strain of a Kryptonian be the only activation method that allowed the technology to function for them and them alone. Ready to put his plan into action, Rao only needed to reach out with His immense cosmic powers and plant the suggestion of His idea within a decently high-ranked member of the Kryptonian Military Guild; it would take care of itself from that point on.

Two years later, coupled with one immense destructive blast that completely ended a planet's existence, Rao's plan had succeeded, and all of the accumulated vessels, weaponry, technology, science, history, culture, and even the very heart of the Kryptonian arts were archived in the secured location that Rao had prepared to take the inventory to that His plan had created. The final age of Krypton had ended; one day, a new legacy would rise for those who had been born of His people, and this time, they would be far more mindful of their past as they traveled on their way to the future.

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Three months after Cythonna and Rao had presented and proudly named the prime generation of their exalted progeny…

"Father?" The calm-eyed Rhah-El, firstborn of the prime generation and First-Among-Equals amongst his siblings, asked of his eternal patron as he and the others - High Priestess Jhen-El; combat prodigy Zhar-El; psionic powerhouse Sharr-El; master assassin Khrae-El, and his twin sister, Dhrae-El, medical genius par excellence; and Tjah-El, the alchemist mastermind and battle savant - all followed the cosmic energies Rao left in his wake as he led them all toward an unexplored region of the Alpha Centauri star system, only a scant four-plus light-year's distance from the Sol system protected by their mortal cousin, the Last Son of Krypton. "Is there any particular reason you've brought us out this way? Beyond trying to avoid Tjah's attempts at bad comedy?" The siblings all chuckled with their oldest siblings, while the youngest of the group gave a one-eyed glare at the oldest Scion of the reformed House of Krypton.

"I'll get you later for that, Rhazzie!" Tjah-El exclaimed toward his oldest brother, shaking his fist in a challenging, yet hilarious manner that easily told them all that the youngest child of the prime generation was enjoying their company just as much as they were. Even Rao let out a hearty chuckle at their antics. This was what family should always be: kind to one another, but quite able to tell a joke and jest with one another, all to come back together as one unit and be the very thing they would need from each other… loved. Finishing his chuckles, Rao then clapped his hands together to get the undivided attention of his seven first-born children, as they had arrived at their destination. The minor cosmic shock wave quickly affirmed their focus to the reason Rao had them accompany him to this region of space.

"Rhah-El's and Tjah'El's jousting notwithstanding, my progeny…" Rao stated to his children, making sure they were all paying attention to his words, smiling even as Rhah-El grinned and shook his head, while Tjah-El gave his eternal patron a mischievous smile of his own. "I have brought you all here so that I may give you all your first, and most precious of gifts that I have sequestered away for this very occasion." Rao then opened his hands, using his cosmic gifts to bring a Sunstone crystal into being, then quickly brought his will to bear on it, causing the crystal to rapidly alter its form into that of a giant golden crystal key as long as Rao's leg! Rao then lifted up the key, paused for a moment as his eyes pierced through the void before him, and before anyone knew it, Rao thrust the key's head forward!

The massive key slammed perfectly into an invisible lock of some kind! With a loud CLANG!, the key found its mark, and Rao deftly turned it once left, then back to the right in a full circle as the key began to glow brightly in the deity's grasp! Then, Rao withdrew the key, banished it back to whence it came from, and touched two of his fingers to the glowing indentation in the space before him, saying, "So does Rao, Creator of Krypton and its Solar Deity, come before you now to inspect and distribute the legacy of Krypton. Upon this, I command: open." A second later, the glowing indentation fashioned itself into a Sunstone crystal gate, sliding open before them all, and allowing them to enter before Rao followed them, sealing the gate behind them once more so that no entity in existence would follow or bother them during this event.

The seven siblings, having never had the chance to truly see what their eternal patron could create when he put his mind to it up to this point, - Krypton and most of the galaxy that Rao held dominion over hadn't been built in a day, of course - but each one of them could instantly tell that all around them, held in a confined stasis field of planetary strength, was an ultra-thin, but hyper-dense energy layer composed perfectly from the Phantom Zone itself. Rhah-El and Jhen-El kept their observations to themselves, but Tjah-El, being the alchemist savant he was, had already guessed at what and where they were now, and quickly voiced his opinion out loud to them all. "Father! Did you actually take the time in the past to create a true Dyson Sphere!?" The Kryptonian sun god chuckled to himself, marveling at how one of his youngest children was so bright and yet so easy to distract from why they were all here today.

"That I have, my youngest progeny." Rao replied, even as he swept his hand outward, instantly filling the large corridor they were in with gentle illumination, and displaying a massive set of Sunstone-encrusted blast doors just a few hundred meters away. "And what lies within this great structure, are the gifts I promised you after you had met your mother." With that, Rao hovered off the floor, and floated off down the corridor toward the sealed blast doors, his seven children quickly floating after him. Once at the blast doors, Rao laid his hands on each one, then closed his eyes and channeled a massive burst of his cosmic solar energies into the hidden locks built into the doors. A moment later, heavy latches and locks sounded out like ringing heavy bells, and the two massive doors swung open! "This way, my children…" Rao intoned as he led the seven ascended Kryptonians into the chamber within. "… it is time to show you what I have prepared for you all to inherit from me and Krypton's legacy." With those words, light began to quickly fill the entire chamber, and the seven children gasped in surprise!

Tjah-El's earlier observations were proven true: Rao had indeed constructed a massive Dyson Sphere, kept well hidden behind the spatial lock and key he had constructed that only he and an ascended Kryptonian could access. What Tjah-El, and his other siblings, did not realize, though, was just how truly immense the Dyson Sphere was in its entirety. Rhah-El, this time, was the first to comment, his powers quickly showing him in detail what his eternal patron had built, and just how grand the scale of it all was. "By Father's divine light…!" Rhah-El exclaimed, his glowing golden eyes peering out as far as his augmented vision could. "I can see and sense so many entire worlds in all directions! By my estimates alone, there must be over seven hundred entire planets within this Sphere, all of which are orbiting that massive artificial yellow star that I see in the distance, and all them are likely as large as the Sol's system largest world!" Jhen-El then quickly put her own thoughts into words.

"Father…!" She exclaimed as she gripped her treasured Void Scepter in both hands, allowing it to channel and augment her own abilities, and to discern what was all around them. "I can sense millions of Kryptonian vessels here! I can tell that each of them is filled with proven weapons, alongside reliable and state of the art technologies all from Krypton itself, not to mention so many other areas here that are simply saturated in Sunstone crystal repositories!" The second oldest of Rao's children looked at her sire. "You saved so much of our past! How!? How did you even know that we would have need of all this, when you did not know we would even exist!?"

At those words of awe and happiness from his eldest daughter, Rao smiled, then motioned his children to sit down around him and listen to his words. Once they were all looking at him, the Kryptonian sun god spoke again. "You all know full well of my own involvement in how our beloved planet, and the race I once governed over in secret, fell from grace and was sadly taken from this universe. Your mother and I chose not to hide that particular fact from you in any way, shape, or form. However, before that all took place, even with my own foolish vow that I would not stop what I had put into motion, I realized that I could still save a great deal of what Krypton represented, both to him, and to all the Kryptonians upon our lost world. So, around two years before its destruction, I planted a mental suggestion to a high-ranking Kryptonian Military Guild member to send out hyper-encrypted messages to most of the outposts and colonies nearest to our home planet." At that proclamation, Sharr-El's psychic gifts flowed outward from her and understood completely what Rao had accomplished, even as the combat prodigy Zhar-El floated up and looked off in the distance before he began speaking to his patron and his siblings, his younger sister's mind already linked to his.

"Over seven hundred colonies and outposts….." The weapons master stated, even as his hands passed over his Honored Daisho of Rao sheathed on his hip, and the gleaming Star Arc energy bow retracted and holstered on his leg. "… all of them, tasked to create and store replicas of their entire military inventory, databases, and intelligence sources, all in preparation for the day we would one day come here, to make use of it, and to allow the new Houses of Krypton to rise up and flourish among the stars." Zhar-El and Sharr-El looked back to their patron, then smiled at him and their siblings. "The universe, and our enemies, will never be ready for what we will bring forth to furnish our futures with." The Kryptonian sun god looked at his two middle children, then back over to the remaining five, and nodded in kind before rising to his feet once more.

"Channel your essences through your trademarks, my children." Rao said, his nimbus burning with pride and acceptance. "They will lead you to where you will be most effective within these walls of Krypton's legacy, and take all the time you need. When you are ready, then and only then, shall I open the gates once more and allow you all to travel upon the paths that already await each and every one of you. Now, my children, my divine progeny…. fly." The seven ascended Kryptonians quickly followed their patron's instructions, and like lightning bolts across the evening sky, each one of them flew off into the distance, following the hum of their forged weapons toward their waiting niche within the Dyson Sphere. Rao watched them all fly away from him, then reached outward and touched the resting mind of Cythonna within the golden sun of the Sol system. ("It is done, Lady Cythonna. The night-wings and the flame-birds have all finally left our nest, and now, we shall see the honor and hopes of Krypton's legacy take shape before our very eyes.") The frosty, but calm presence of the Kryptonian ice goddess touched Rao's psychic presence, and answered him.

"This is wonderful news, Rao." Cythonna exclaimed as Rao allowed her to see his memories of their arrival within the hidden Dyson Sphere, his words to them all, and the eventual flight of all seven from his presence as they sought the section of the Sphere that called to them through their weapons and hearts. "Do you have any thoughts on who will be the first one to journey the farthest from the shores of our small part of the Multiverse?" The sun god pondered this, while letting his divine presence hum through their psychic link before he finally answered her, and that answered surprised them both.

"I am quite certain that Zhar-El will be the first to step beyond the confines of this realm and into the next, Lady Cythonna." Rao stated, even as his cosmic mind's eye watched with great interest as Zhar-El came upon his section of the Sphere, looked over all that he was to inherit this day, and smiled to himself. "As the weapons master he is, our third-born will seek out challenges to further improve his skill, as well as draw in like-minded individuals to him, while being a guiding light to those who have fallen and can still hope to be redeemed from the darkness."

Cythonna pondered Rao's words of encouragement concerning her second-born son, then asked him, "Where do you believe he will travel to? Surely there must be something here, within the confines of this realm of existence, that will interest him." Rao nodded at those words from the ice goddess, but then answered them with cryptic words of his own as he looked off into the distance, taking note of how Rhah-El and Jhen-El were conversing about different ways to both improve and streamline the various types and designs of the numerous Kryptonian vessels all around them in their particular sectors, not to mention how Tjah-El was employing liberal uses of his super-speed to fly back and forth between each of his siblings so they could all utilize the full breadth of his technological affinity and mechanical intellect.

"This realm may indeed interest a normal Kryptonian, Goddess of Ice, but the will and strength of an ascended Kryptonian will crave far more than that." Rao said as he watched both Rhah-El and Jhen-El beginning the process of communing and attuning their particular sectors of the massive Sphere with their weapons and exalted life-force, then looked back at Zhar-El and smiled as the third born of the prime generation began to do the same, but with a very noticeable variation upon the Kryptonian resources now under his command. "As I can already see, Zhar-El seeks to fully utilize the creative inspirations born from humanity's dreams and storytelling to make his own fleet and the strength behind it his own. Watch closely, Cythonna, and marvel with me as our children take their first true steps in performing their own class of wonders." The intrigued Goddess of Ice did just that, looking through Rao's eyes once more as the combat prodigy and second son they shared began to imprint his essence and command upon the resources now at his disposal.

Even though the exalted progeny of Rao and Cythonna had only been free of the confines of the giant blue star that had aided and finalized their individual germination for those short three months, they had devoured knowledge from their lost home world that had been taught to them all by Rao in droves, while absorbing the considerable information and culture of the blue-green gem that their mortal cousin Kal-El had lived on for virtually all his life. Zhar-El, in particular, had been quickly drawn to the space operas depicted by the North American continent's locale called Hollywood. Although he noted that their own methods of space travel were all still woefully far behind that of other alien races, including the Kryptonians, their imagination allowed them to dream up such fantastic ideas and lofty goals that the third-born ascended Kryptonian could not help but be drawn to them, knowing that he had found the niche he wished to utilize so that he could easily disguise the true history and strength of the many vessels and cruisers that would make up his own personal intergalactic naval fleet under his command. Already, Zhar-El's keen eye for detail, form, and function had selected one film in particular, one that despite some unkind reviews and low financial returns, had touched something deep within Rao's confirmed combat prodigy, and he grasped it firmly with both hands.

Even though his third-born offspring was easily over several thousand miles away from his physical presence, Rao had no trouble 'seeing' over Zhar-El's shoulder as the master combatant rubbed his chin while watching a holographic screen hovering over his left arm's gauntlet, being projected from his Warsuit's integrated servitor A.I. In the upper corner of the screen, Rao could see the highlighted title of what Zhar-El was watching: a cinematic galactic opera with the very imposing title, "Jupiter Ascending." The Kryptonian deity quickly noticed what drew Zhar-El to the film in question: the types of ships, technology, weapons, the film's very premise, and not at all in the least, the numerous battles and conflicts the movie revealed to its viewers. Rao knew full well that Zhar-El was in his element without a doubt, and he grinned widely in anticipation while Zhar-El watched the multitude of Kryptonian construction droids shape and program the Sunstone crystal-derived Kryptonian technology into the depicted forms of the battle cruisers, one-man assault armors, and trans-atmospheric capable fighter craft that he no doubt wanted to be at the controls of as soon as possible. Then, Rao noticed a second screen beneath the one before Zhar-El's first one, and the deity raised an eyebrow in approval.

('Amazing…') The Kryptonian deity pondered to himself. ('Of all my children, I suspected that both Rhah-El and Jhen-El would be the first ones to truly open themselves up to the opportunity of traversing from this universe into any one of the other possible alternate dimensions or parallel universes that they can enter from this reinforced nexus point. To see that Rhah-El and Zhar-El are to be those two first instead, while Jhen-El establishes herself as High Priestess of Cythonna and my eventual Voice that will be called upon to guide them when they are not with either myself or their mother, is truly inspiring to witness.') Rao could easily hear Cythonna's muffled chuckles in the back of his mind, and he simply smiled back to her while he watched Zhar-El's second screen that was displaying an armored warrior of great renown destroying monsters and heartless pirates with superior tactics, proven weaponry, and a bravery that rivaled the past warriors of Krypton's ancient Houses.

Then, surprisingly, Rao saw that through an predicted turn of events, a shadowy version of that same warrior was born from their very DNA, weapons, and some of the remains from the creatures that they had destroyed. The original and the doppelganger went on to battle several different times, up until their final confrontation where the original finally dispatched the dark entity for good. Rao instantly understood what his third-born offspring was about to do, and his grin and approval for it grew by leaps and bounds. ('Do you understand just what Zhar plans to do here, Lady Cythonna?') Rao questioned back to the ice goddess. ('Once his flagship and all of its automated staff, resources, and combat craft are ready to set sail, our combat prodigy intends to travel to that particular realm of existence, collect the remains of that defeated doppelganger and all of its impressive abilities, and then, he will reform and redeem it into the service of his fleet and his command! Genius, my boy! He already understands just how strong his inner light is, and just how he can use it to turn possible enemies into confirmed allies!') Cythonna could only marvel at Zhar-El's intentions as she fully comprehended what her offspring were capable of in this particular area.

('They will be completely able to seek out and turn other beings into allies that would have been enemies in another lifetime, and make themselves all the stronger for it!') Cythonna responded to Rao's words as Zhar-El looked over the completed retrofitting of a Kryptonian combat craft into the form of one of the rapid assault fighter sloops, then marveled at how a military-grade Kryptonian full assault armor had been transformed into the much sleeker and maneuverable assault armor type from the cinematic opera he had been watching. Then, the combat prodigy looked up, and mentally calculated just how long it would take before his flagship would be fully ready for transport and travel to his chosen location. ('I foresee that both Rhah-El and Zhar-El will only be the first of our prime generation to truly make their presence felt elsewhere in the fabric of the Multiverse, Lord Rao.') The Kryptonian deity simply nodded in full agreement with his counterpart.

('And our other children will all follow in their footsteps.') Rao firmly stated to the stars in the skies within the Dyson Sphere around him and his children. ('Of that, there is no doubt. So let the enemies that await them all beware: the exalted progeny of Rao and Cythonna will ascend before our very eyes, and no evil or corruption shall stand before their glory.') Rao then locked his arms behind his back, resuming his watch over his first three ascended children, and marveling at just how fast and efficient they were in preparing each of their own fleets, while aiding each and every one of their younger sibling in the same vein. ('They do not yet realize just how much each of them emulates so much of both Cythonna and I.') Rao remarked silently. ('Young godlings they may be, but woe to any who underestimates their conviction and power, especially those fools who think they are capable of wooing any daughters of Cythonna with false platitudes and surviving their righteous fury.') After thinking about that, Rao quietly smirked. ('I do wonder if I will be called upon to witness any well-deserved whippings that my daughters will dish out to any stupid would-be suitors? I should likely sell tickets for such an event.') The sun god chuckled at that morbid, but very true observation.

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A short time later…

Rao, Jhen-El, Sharr-El, and Dhrae-El all watched high in the skies above the launching station they were situated in as Rhah-El, Khrae-El, and Zhar-El all participated in a series of lightning-fast war games using the vehicles that Zhar-El had begun altered the majority of his Kryptonian fleet into, while Tjah-El remained on the ground as an impartial judge and observer as to how well the machines handled and maneuvered in flight and in battle. Rhah and Khrae had chosen to utilize the 'Wraith' swift attack fighter craft, and were literally dancing around any and all attempts by their automated drones and simulated enemy fighters to down them. Zhar, however, had been far more ambitious, and took one of the imposing 'Zero' assault mecha into the mock combat against the drones and his two siblings. Even though each of them were only novices, having no true full combat experience, the trio were advancing through individual and unit challenges as if they were no true obstacles to their skills at all. All the while, their sisters, youngest sibling, and their eternal patron watched in awe and unrestrained joy.

"Incredible…!" Jhen-El was the first on the ground to speak up, while Tjah-El chuckled madly like a determined Kryptonian war-hound with a night-wing bone in his jaws. "… Father, they fly and move as if they weren't even in their vehicles! It is a battle waltz of which I doubt anyone has ever seen in the universe's halls of war!" Sharr-El could only shake her head in sad acceptance of her sister's words while muttering to herself about 'insane, battle-obsessed adrenaline junkies' in the same vein as her older brothers' names, while Dhrae-El was quickly issuing orders to her medical troops just in case one of her brothers was actually hurt… not likely, of course, being ascended Kryptonians and each of them clad in their Warsuits that easily doubled as hardened flight suits to boot. Rao, to their mutual shock, though, was laughing out loud in a similar fashion to Tjah-El, his booming laugh echoing across the landing zone. When the Kryptonian deity finally regained a semblance of control, he spoke to his four children near him, his mirth still very present.

"My dear progeny…" Rao said, his chuckles still shaking his shoulders. "… your brothers in the sky up there are simply behaving as a Kryptonian would when first discovering the true, wondrous joy of being able to fly under their own power. Even though they are using Zhar-El's designed craft in mock combat, the fluidity and agility that they are all displaying leaves no doubt in my mind that they are all having… fun." Tjah-El quickly agreed completely with his eternal patron, even as his hands danced across the holographic, tactile energy fields of the scanning equipment before him while following the movements of his three aerial brothers.

"You better believe it, Father!" The alchemist and mechanical prodigy gleefully stated as his eyes followed the aerial banks and climbs that Rhah, Zhar, and Khrae were all pulling off with both style and flair each and every time they engaged either their combat opponents, or each other in brief skirmishes. "Not to mention, with recording and reviewing all this data now, when Zhar and Rhah head out first from here, they will be so prepared for anything that comes their way that the opposing side will quickly decide to just get out of the way, lest they get run over by either one of them. Bwahahaha! This is fantastic!" The joyful alchemist cackled out loud as he kept recording and watching the aerial ballet between his older siblings. Dhrae-El had arched up one eyebrow, carefully observing her younger brother before speaking to her patron.

"Father…" The medical savant slowly said to the Kryptonian deity. "… is something wrong with Tjah-El that I can't see right now? All my medical knowledge and aptitude never really prepared me to witness something as what is happening to him right now." At that unsure statement from his physician daughter, Rao burst out laughing again, then calmed himself down a few moments later to answer her, even as she gave him the exact same unsure look and raised eyebrow that she had directed toward her youngest sibling.

"No, my dearest medical professional." Rao spoke, his hand gently touching Dhrae-El's shoulder as he looked over at his youngest offspring. "Like your three brothers flying over us right now, Tjah-El is simply in his favorite element: that of scientist and observer. He is enjoying watching his older brothers demonstrate their skills, and reveling in the fact that their practice runs are giving his instruments so much raw data to process and review. That's why he's so giddy right now, as I'm sure his brothers are, too. Let him enjoy it; the others will be more than happy for him when they finally land and give us their thoughts on how everything performed for them during the flight trials." Dhrae-El finally nodded at her patron in understanding, and returned to watching the vehicles flying overhead with her older sisters, just in time to hear Jhen-El voice out loud the shared thoughts between her and Sharr-El.

"Oh, dear sweet Rao…" Jhen-El groused, gently tapping her forehead with her own Void Scepter in a chastising rhythm. "… boys with toys, they all are." Rao laughed once more before he hugged his three daughters to his side.

"Yes, my dear High Priestess…" The sun god answered as the vehicles finally finished their war games, and began to turn back toward the launch base to land and report in on what they had all observed and learned from their combat interactions. "… I know that full well, and I'm all the more happy that they know how to be young and play to their heart's content now, before the full reality of the universe envelops them." Jhen-El nodded her head in acceptance of her patron's wise words, as did Sharr-El and Dhrae-El, while Tjah-El continued tracking and recording his elder siblings' actions high in the skies above. Rao smiled at them all once more, then chuckled as the three eldest brothers of the prime generation finally completed their war games scenarios, and turned their vessels around to head back to the launching station to speak with the others and to review what they had learned in combat and the vehicles that they had made use of.

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With precision and grace, the three oldest progeny of Rao and Cythonna brought their chosen battle craft in for well-executed landings, and were quickly attended to by several groups of servitor A.I. built for maintaining and servicing the reformatted vessels. Rao, Jhen-El, Sharr-El, Dhrae-El, and Tjah-El all silently floated over near the landing zone, waiting until the three young celestials had disembarked from their selected ships, then flew over and joined them to hear what each of them thought about the performance of each vessel in kind and the level of skill each brother had displayed in their mock combat. Rao was the first to question his sons on just how much they enjoyed flying the reconstructed ships.

"Well, my sons?" The Kryptonian sun god asked of his three eldest male children. "How well did the vehicles perform with you all at their helms? And, more importantly, did each of you have as much fun as we did watching you perform all those moves of agility and tactics that only such as yourselves could pull off?" As soon as Rao finished speaking, the three brothers took each other in arms, and Rhah-El answered his eternal patron.

"Father, I speak for both Khrae and Zhar here when I say to both questions…" Rhah-El stated to his patron, before his brothers yelled out with him in tandem. "… YES!" At that, Jhen-El let her head drop to her chest, muttering ' I was right' under her breath as Dhrae, Sharr, and Tjah all began laughing out loud with Rao in tow. The Kryptonian sun god motioned his three other sons to join him in their joy, which they did as they began to rapidly speak about just how incredible the chosen vehicles had performed in their control, not to mention that due to being rebuilt and reformatted using up-to-date construction methods derived from Kal-El's majestic Fortress of Solitude and its well-preserved archives of Krypton's past - as well as the enhanced blue-white Sunstone crystal resources that each of the prime generation had been watching over and encouraging to grow with their powers, the vessels were as strong as they each were.

Rao could barely contain his own excitement. With each of his and Cythonna's progeny in full command of such impressive fleets and combat vessels, as well as the legions of support combat and servitor A.I's that had been constructed and formatted with the stored knowledge of the legendary Sapphire Guards of Krypton, the prime generation were more than prepared to make their mark upon the Multiverse. They were all likely to become new governors of justice and balance where they followed their own light from this point on. Rao could not be happier, and he could tell, even from this great distance from the Sol system, that Cythonna was just as proud and ecstatic at what her children would soon accomplish in their own name, and in the honor of both the Creator sun god of Krypton, and the majestic goddess of ice and the void that was his legendary counterpart.

Presently, it was Tjah-El that broke up the revelry between the prime generation and their eternal patron. "Father, beloved siblings, with everything that has been accomplished today, I think we have forgotten a very important item…" When all of his brothers and sisters had turned to look at him, as well as their patron, the youngest progeny of Rao and Cythonna gave them all his infamous mischievous grin. "… who's cooking dinner for us all?" At that, everyone single one of the ascended Kryptonians, bar Tjah-El, and their sire all fell down laughing in earnest, leaving the grinning alchemist savant standing with his hands on his hips. "I win again." He cackled madly to himself, right up until Khrae-El and Zhar-El stood up, their own grins plastered on their faces, and leapt forward, using their super-speed to ensure that Tjah-El's own quickness did not allow him to escape from his satisfaction-seeking older brothers. And with that new round of laughter and playfulness, Rao the Creator sun god knew all was well with his progeny, and that they still remembered to have a little bit of true fun and joy as they set out to live their lives in full.

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Author's Notes:

{A/N-1} - Italics = speaking in High Kryptonian, the divine language of the Kryptonian pantheon

Jupiter Ascending - whether you cared for the movie or not, the cinematic battles, ships, and artistry in the weapons and battles were well enjoyed by yours truly. Eat your hearts out if you have any obtuse comments in that respect. Meh.

Well now my friends, you all have an tiny inkling of what kind of mischief and order that the prime generation of Rao and Cythonna have unleashed upon the Multiverse. Remember, Rao has a vow of minor non-interference in regards to Kal-El, but that does not pertain to his exalted progeny, and as stated above, with his contributions to their new fleets, it is most likely Zhar-El who will travel out into the Multiverse before anyone else, and his first stop is one which I wish I had more knowledge about, but where I plan to go with it, it should still be loads and loads of fun. Comments, insights, and reviews are welcome, while flames will simply be thrown into a blue giant sun. Ciao, hermanos.