3rd September
17:26 GMT
Okay, Daxamite soldiers getting what is
probably-
I yank myself backwards as three sets of heat vision flash through the place I
was standing. They had to stop and stare, and there was an appreciable build up. Ring, watch for that.
Compliance.
-their first taste of full Kryptonian might. They're probably not going to be better fighters than Kon was-
One flies through the air at me, firing his gun with his left hand while his right hand balls into a fist. The plasma bolts are soaked by my construct armour without doing
too much damage, while I sidestep the punch and press both of my hands against the side of his forearm, turning his forward lunge into a groundward
plummet. I fly back as the rock beneath us
pulverises and
explodes.
-when we first started training, and that small amount of solar radiation won't be enough to fully empower them. I can't remember whether or not comic Daxamites were vulnerable to kryptonite, and
I can't entirely credit how vulnerable to lead they were in the one comic I saw them in. I know that Daxam Sixteenians are literally just
slightly altered Kryptonians…
Try it. Ring, green kryptonite radiation burst.
Compliance.
Green light explodes outwards from me, prompting the soldiers and their commander to brace… Nothing appears to happen to them. The soldiers, okay, they might have kept their armour in sufficiently good repair to keep the radiation shields working, but the commander isn't wearing full protective gear. Daxamites don't like using their advanced technology, so while he
could be wearing a concealed force field he
probably isn't.
Another round of shots blast from their guns, prompting me to backpedal and erect a construct shield. They're getting used to moving through the air under their own power, trying to spread out and apply their training to a new situation. Their heads are covered, so I doubt that a light or scent based attack would work. That leaves-
A flying kick towards the back of my head prompts me to drop to lay just above the ground, the soldier who made it flailing in the air as they try to get the hang of the physics of the situation. I generate a construct claw and grab them around the torso before
slamming them into their dazed comrade pulling himself out of his punch-inflicted hole.
-sonics, since the officer was clearly communicating by speaking out loud.
Sonic screamer.
Compliance.
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.
The Daxamites wince, several dropping their guns to stick their hands over their ears in an attempt to keep the horrific sound out. More modern Kryptonian armour would include sound baffles. Heck, these might if the officer had bothered putting on his
own suit. But the lack of combat experience means that the soldiers might not know about it and the lack of
command experience means that the officer doesn't know what to do about it.
The youth… Grabbed the alien and did the sort of flying leap which Kon used to do to travel longer distances. On the edge of my sonic attack he stumbles his landing, and the alien supports both of them as they continue moving away.
A flash of wide beam heat vision flashes over my construct armour, destroying my amplifier constructs. Okay, the objective here
isn't to beat these soldiers in a fight, but Daxam has pretty good interdiction systems. Heck, that's how it's remained isolated this long. It's nothing that I can't bypass given a few
hours, but I can't just grab my targets and leave in a
flash.
The officer grabs a pair of earphones from underneath his robes and I shoot them with an energy pulse, disintegrating them. He looks
enraged at my action, which only confirms my belief that he doesn't have a great deal of experience.
Hang on. Daxamites are weakened by their own red dwarf. Lead probably… Interferes with their own internal radiation… Whatever, they've never let anyone study them in any detail. Would red light weaken them back to-
Two soldiers lunge in concert, constantly moving as they jab at my armour with their fists. My construct armour starts cracking
at once.
There's the demi-Kryptonian strength that I haven't missed at all. I take six x-ionised knives out of subspace and slash out. The soldier in front of me backs off at once, while the one behind takes the opportunity to punch me in the back of the head-. Ow! The construct armour
fails and my environmental shield merely managed to turn a lethal attack into a painful one. On the
positive side, the knives slid neatly through his armour and into his right arm, right leg and chest and from the way he's bleeding I don't think he's going to try attacking me again. I reconstruct my construct armour and take out my kinetic shield.
-normal levels? Or do I just keep going with the knives?
No. I'm a gosh darn superhero.
Ring, 1000 nanometre wavelength burst.
Compliance.
And -okay, the youth is out of line of sight- power armour.
Compliance.
My armour's display shows me the infrared burst cover my attackers, one incoming heat vision attack suddenly flickering and failing. Ah
excellent!
"You'll never win, alien!" The officer stares at me, left hand touching the blood leaking from his left ear. "Our ancestors provided us with more terrible weapons than you can possibly dream of!"
Ring, translate this into Kryptonese.
Compliance.
"I greet you on behalf of the House of El.
"
He
jerks in surprise. "
What?"
"The House of El.
" I extend filaments to the bleeding soldier just behind me and start sealing the holes I just made. And add a glowing orange 'S' to my chest plate.
"I was hoping to establish contact-.
"
"We have no desire to communicate with the
worst of our old world's monsters!"
"Whatever they did, they're dead now. Krypton is destroyed, and a mere handful of survivors-.
"
He smiles cruelly. "
Praise Rao for their destruction.
If they dare come here then we will finish them off."
"My lord was newly born when it happened. There is no way he could have played any part-.
"
Alert. Spatial anomaly detected.
What sort of anomaly?
If this ring could characterise it, then it would not be an 'anomaly'.
Fair point. And I've learned that the Daxamites won't exactly be overjoyed to meet Kal-El. Time to leave.
The air bends around me as I fly after the youth and his comrade. I come to a stop just behind them, about three hundred metres from my previous position. The alien crouches, fists ready. The youth's eyes are glowing.
I hold up my hands.
"Peace! Please!
" I send my power armour back to subspace, and reduce the strength of the construct armour covering my face. This appears to calm him down a-.
"I can understand you! You have a translator!"
The alien looks overjoyed at the notion.
"Yes, and I can evacuate you from this planet if you like. But I'm mostly here for-.
"
"What did you do to my father?"
"That was your-? Ah… Made him… Really angry? And partially deaf. He's not seriously hurt. Um, what's your name?
"
"
Sodam Yat."
Ah. Well, I hope Atrocitus wasn't
too attached to that prophecy. B
ut…
"How old are you?
"
"Old enough to try to
stop my father murdering my friend. What do you
want?"
I smile.
"Funny you should
ask…
"
