Exile

Okay you guys..this is my first attempt at a very long story and I need all of the help I can get. I started writing this a while ago, but I think if I have people who want to read the next chapter...well I’ll actually finish it. I have 25 pages now. Though now that I'm writing for a larger audience I promise to put more smut in earlier. By at least the 6th chapter. (sigh)

Disclaimer: Tollins Roberts, DC, and Warner Brothers own Smallville, Superman, and the world (just kidding well not really. In fact, Warner Brothers produces more television shows than any other traditional studio and is a behemoth.)

Prologue
Lori-Kan Speaks

We are Kryptonians: Cold, rational, and bound by a strict moral code. But we weren't always as you see us now. In the 2nd age, we were, to use the words of a human philosopher, "nasty, brutish, and short." Technology gave us the power over what we considered lesser beings, and we used it conquer and subjugate others. When we ran out of external enemies, we turned on ourselves. The 10 great houses waged bitter wars against each to other, wars which turned the lush beauty of our planet into an icy wasteland.

It was then that Jara of El met with her most bitter enemy Dio of Kan, and devised a solution to the problem. Jara was the most brilliant scientists of the time, and she believed Science could fix the fatal flaw in our race.
The passion, which threatened to destroy us all, could be assuaged by careful genetic modification. We would no longer be controlled by our primal urges: instead, we would create a society based on rational thought and ethical conduct.
And so it was done. But Dio of Kan, who was the most brilliant social philosopher of the time, knew there would come a time when these instincts we had thrown aside would be necessary for our survival. The House of Kan secretly safeguarded the pain and the joy of life until such time as it would be needed again. We had children the old-fashioned way and taught them to feel in secret. We created new weapon, and within the glacial halls of our great fortresses, a secret warrior caste.
My house is clairvoyant, so I must think she saw me thousands of years ago, addressing the high council with an almost foreign passion and anger. She must have known what I planned for the planet with the yellow sun and those creatures that are so much like us in form.

I am not pure, I have blood on my hands, and someday I too must pay. Two-thirds of the human population died when we invaded: Whole regions of the planet vaporized in a second. Some cities were just leveled, and those survivors allowed to form new communities. We used terror to subjugate them: they never knew what hit them when our warriors, dressed in the metallic uniform of their caste, resembling upright Ants, landed and began shooting them calmly and inexorably.


Ruling them was the only option to ensure the survival of both of our species. They are a weak people, intractable, and would have tried to destroy us if we came in peace. Which would have led to their Xenocide by the hands of men like Zed of Kan. It was so clear on Krypton, but since coming to this planet, my sight is...different. Before I had to force myself to see the possibilities, now they roll forward unbidden, infinite numbers of them. Before, I could control my power using medititation, but the training is eroding and now the past, present, and the future are a maelstrom inside my head. I create walls in my mind, but they are constantly tumbling down under the force of this power. I will go mad. Even a superwoman cannot hold such a weight in her mind. No one else knows, and I must stay sane until he is old enough to take over my burden. I will no longer be responsible for the future. I will no longer be trapped by the past.

So I stand at my balcony and look down at my kingdom. Extending my hearing, I listen to the gentle murmur of millions of humans on the planet below.
They still wonder why they've survived, and what exactly we want them for. We've given them technological advances to replace what our invasion destroyed. None of them will ever go hungry, or die from a preventable disease. They barter with other settlements for goods, and live a life much like before we came but more isolated. Terrorist cells pop up every once in awhile, and our ANTS deal with the insurgents ruthlessly and efficiently.

And we watch from the City in the Clouds as they scurry like lesser beings across the face of the planet. The humans have no idea we resemble them, so we walk among them at times undetected, waiting for a sign they are ready.
Kryptonian society was sterile: we need their blood to reach the next evolution of our existence. I will shape them, just as Jara, and Dio did 3-thousand years ago. And may their Gods forgive me.