14th September
21:10 GMT
FUCK!
Her out of control heat vision bores through my construct, through the rock wall and
through the kryptonite contained therein!
FUCK!
"Stop! Close your eyes!
"
The air's escaping and she's too out of it to understand me!
Empowered Kryptonian bodies can take vacuum in a way that Human bodies
can't. But it takes a lot more than a few seconds' vicarious exposure from the Chosen of the Sun to get to that level of toughness. I watch as boiling blood starts leaking out of the holes where the cables were connected, water vapour rushes from her mouth and her bladder and bowels void themselves and
her heat vision is still going!
Environmental shield! Get in close and shiel-!
The woman's flailing smacks a hole in my barely-there construct shell just as the kryptonite starts detonating. The rocks around me turn
green as light leaks through the furrows vaporised by her heat vision, before the rocks detonate as well! Block sunlight,
stronger shield,
keep the environmental shield up! Exit was
that way
move! Life signs…
Not good, but at least she's not heat visioning anything anymore. And she's still alive.
At the moment.
Another explosion, and the radiation is
seriously abrading my construct barrier as I-.
"What happened?"
"Heat vision.
"
"I didn't-!"
"Hers.
" I break through the rock detritus and see the faintly glowing figure of Kon just ahead of me.
"Keep going!
"
We both accelerate more, and I create an additional shield behind us as a
third explosion erupts behind us. The ring shows me the huge lump of rock visibly start to tumble from the force of it.
"Is she okay?"
"No.
" Okay, no sunlight getting in… I repair her external wounds-. Her fat reserves are down to
nothing. She doesn't just
look emaciated, she is actually
starving. Thirty years in a pod designed for a few days…
"We're heading to Earth
right now.
" I generate a target construct and we both fly in that direction.
"Warp.
"
Alpha Centauri is even closer to Sol than it is to Krypton, and at my current level of
need the journey is barely noticeable. As soon as the Earth appears beneath us I mark the location of the Fortress and
power for it, Kon just behind me.
14th September
16:12 GMT -5
Ring, dial Clark Kent.
Compliance.
The Earth expands below me as I hear the dial tone.
"Clark here."
"I apologise for contacting you directly like this, but I have a severely injured Kryptonian and urgently need access to Superman's Fortress. Do you know where he keeps the key?
"
"Ah-. Just outside the door-."
"Not the
joke key. The
actual key.
"
"Don't you think Superboy would-?"
"Not Kon.
" Ring, did that message confirm who this is?
Confirmed. Message indicated that occupant was 'Kara Zor-El', daughter of-.
Never mind, I know.
"Her name's Kara Zor-El and I
still don't know enough about Kryptonian physiology to fix severe kryptonite radiation poisoning. I mean, I can
best guess, but-
"
"I'll unlock it from here. Get her there as fast as you can."
"On it.
" Ring, hang up.
"Kon, can you fly yourself there?
"
"Yeah,
go."
Transition.
And a metal door with an 'S' on it opening just in front of me. No giant palace of crystal
here, though the
interior is made of the stuff. I'm flying forwards into a small vestibule which scans me just in case I'm someone trying to come in without authorisation-.
"
Please halt."
"Kal-El should
just have sent authorisation. Please, I
need to get-.
"
A section of interior wall-crystal retracts into the surrounding crystal. "This way."
I fly as directed. Ring scans aren't really penetrating, but at least I can see the shape of the
environment now.
"She's-.
"
"My niece. I know."
Crystals twinkle and I follow them, down, left and into a small chamber with an extremely uncomfortable-looking crystal bed and various other.. Kryptonian artefacts arranged around it.
"Are you able to control this-
" I lay her down as gently as I can.
"-stuff, or-.
"
"Yes. Please, stand back."
I comply, and a crystal frame grows out of the floor and envelops the bed.
"And we're going to be having words later about why Match isn't in here.
"
"I'm afraid I don't know who that is."
"In
that case, I'm going to be having words with Kal-El. Oh, and Kon-El should be arriving in the next ten minutes.
"
"He will be welcome. Please explain how you found Kara."
"Her craft appears to have dragged tonnes of rock and kryptonite with it when it went into hyperspace. When it came out, she was in the middle of it.
"
Patterns of pale blue light shine inside the frame, scanning and.. hopefully
fixing.
"So, cellular damage of all sorts, maybe… Do Kryptonians get cancer?
"
"Yes, but my niece will not."
"Plus, there's a good chance that she breathed in some kryptonite crystal, and… Not all of the kryptonite was green, so, don't assume that what you've got on file is sufficient.
"
A pillar of crystal extrudes itself from the floor next to me. "Please place any samples you have on the pedestal."
"This cannot come into contact with any living Kryptonian, even for a moment. Am I clear?
"
"Of course."
I take the black kryptonite out of subspace and lay it on the pedestal. It's
immediately surrounded in a faintly silver force field.
Fine. Ring, carefully monitor everything Jor-El is doing to Kara. I want to learn everything about Kryptonian physiology I can.
Compliance.