14th September
20:54 GMT
No real emotional resonance, so it's either a remote unit or a basic AI. Which is a relief, because I recognise an
Eradicator when I see one. Its epidermis is matte black, decorated with a red cape and cowl, and its 'eyes' are shining points of yellow light. It's got the approximate outline of a face on its head, but like the humanoid shape that's a non-functional sop to the living Kryptonians who had to deal with them on a regular basis. On its chest is silver lettering identifying it as belonging to the Xenon reserve unit -which could mean just about anything- and a stylised red
'i' on the upper portion of the chest. Not a naval or Consular Guard unit, then.
Ring, what House is that?
In isolation, the Kryptonian character resembling the English character 'i' can refer either to courage or to House-
Zod.
-Zod.
O
oooh
joy.
"Identify yourself."
Huh. Okay, there's no way that it
hasn't seen the 'S' on Kon's armour. And it isn't attacking. Right, General Zod was a single bad apple from a House whose origins go back into Kryptonian history. Just because
he was a prize arse, that doesn't mean that the
rest were.
There's a quiet 'blip' as Kon switches from general to one-to-one. "Paul what did he just say?"
Oh.. yeah. Kon doesn't actually
speak any Kryptonian languages. And there isn't much chance that the Eradicator would understand
English.
"It wants to know who you are. Hang on.
" I extend my environmental shield around him.
"Try now.
"
"I'm.. Kon-El. Who are you?"
"Is the alien here at your invitation?"
"Oh, yeah."
"Lanterns are not permitted within the Rao system without an invitation from the ruling Council." The Eradicator floats past Kon and glowers at me. "Present your authorisation."
"I'm afraid that I.. wasn't given a
hard copy.
"
"You are under arrest. You will be held until contact can be re-established with the ruling Council."
"That might be kinda tricky." Another blip. "Does he not.. know..?"
"I don't think its AI is very sophisticated. It probably
knows, but it doesn't have any instructions relating to what to do about that.
"
Kon nods. "I'm afraid that the Science Council all died when Krypton was destroyed. Is there anyone
else we could get permission from?"
The Eradicator floats upwards until it can see over Xenon's horizon, then rotates in the direction of the asteroid field that used to be Krypton. Contrary to 'realistic' expectations, the core of the field actually
does consist of a group of large rocks in relatively close proximity to one another. A mere forty years simply isn't enough time for them to have ground one another down to gravel yet, and the run away reactions tended to be relatively
local. After the initial
blast, at any rate.
"Probability of Council survival minimal." The Eradicator drops back down to just above the surface. "In the event of a state of emergency being declared, authorisation may be sought from General Ren-Gor of the Kryptonian Self-Defence Force."
"Pretty sure he's dead
too. Look, nearly
everybody died. This system isn't even
inhabited any more. Does this really
matter?"
"Lack of local signals and weak FTL residues suggest that significant damage has been inflicted upon the Kryptonian Self-Defence Force. In the event of such wide scale breakdown in civil institutions, military officers and Heads of Households may grant temporary exemptions."
Another blip. "Does Superman count?"
"Ah… Maybe? Kal-El is
technically head of House El now. Whether this Eradicator would accept it depends on whether Jor-El registered the birth or not. He wasn't
that old when he got put into his escape pod… Otherwise-.
" Oh
poot.
"Kon, would you mind if I cut you out of the conversation for a second?
"
"What? Why?"
"I.. told a person I would not share a particular piece of information with you, and I need to share it with this Eradicator.
"
"What, about Krypton?"
"Ah… I can't tell you what it's about without-.
"
"No, of course." He exhales. "Okay, fine."
Ring, direct to the Eradicator.
Compliance.
"Is Sub-Commander Karsta Wor-Ul able to give authorisation?
" She'd be pretty angry if I had to get in touch, but… I imagine that a pet Eradicator would be right up her street.
Maybe up her street enough not to follow through on her threats?
"Karsta Wor-Ul was dishonourably discharged for violation of Science Council edicts. She is not authorised to grant you an exemption."
"Karsta Wor-Ul?" Oh. Right, because the Eradicator
isn't using direct comms. Darn darn darn-. "You.. know another
Kryptonian?"
"I.. am.. unwilling to comment further.
"
"So she told you not to-. But
why?" He looks at me for a moment, then looks away. "No, no, she made you promise not to say anything. I guess I'll just have to find her myself."
Aaaaaaghh….
"Eradicator. What happens if there isn't anyone who can authorise me to be here?
"
"You will be detained until there
is."
"Can Kal-El give him authorisation?"
"Which Kal-El?"
"Ah… Kal-El, son of Jor-El? Son of… Um…"
"Seyg-El, son of
Ter-El...
"
"No such birth registered." It drifts over to float in front of Kon. "Scanning."
A visible series of yellow lines saccades over Kon. Okay, that might be awkward. He may be about 50% Kal-El by
mass, but his actual body tissues-.
There's a flare of blue-white light as the Eradicator lasers Kon in the face!