Pairings/Characters: (this chapter): Lor-Val, Marla, Tor-Val, Kalila
Series Notes: In the 23rd century, Earth is a technologically-advanced society that practices the ancient institution of slavery. A Great Trial crashes down upon the House Of Wayne. Can Bruce and Clark’s relationship survive? Will the Family’s strength be enough to see them through this Time of Fear and Darkness? The entire series can be found here.
Genres: AU, Drama, Slavefic
Rating: (this chapter): PG-13
Summary: A mysterious young woman contacts a band of Kryptonian refugees.
Date Of Completion (First Draft): January 8, 2009
Date Of Posting: November 26, 2009
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, DC does, more’s the pity.
Word Count: 1135
Feedback welcome and appreciated.
Rises the Great Savior
Of all Krypton.
The cries of his people
The Valley of Despair
As his Sun shines.
He shall gather his people
Scattered throughout the stars,
Raising his Sword,
And give them hope
Song Of The Sal-Vor
"The Book Of Rao"
THE SWORD OF KRYPTON
Lor-Val struggled up the rocky incline, glad he was wearing boots that were still in good condition. He and his band of refugees had been on the run for so long, he was not surprised that they were close to tatters as to clothing, glancing down at his own shabby outfit.
He scrambled over the top, reaching the small plateau in front of the cave.
“Val!” A thin, copper-haired woman came out of the cave.
“Fresh greens, Marla.”
She eagerly opened the sack he handed her. “Excellent, Lor-Val! Supper will be tasty indeed.”
“You’re the best cook I know, Marla.”
Marla smiled, pushing back a lock of brown hair from her eyes. “Thank you.”
Lor-Val smiled. He followed her into the cave, nodding at the two men posted as look-outs.
Deeper into the cave Marla and Lor-Val went, finally emerging into a high-ceilinged area.
The rest of their band was here, tired and disheveled but still in good spirits as far as Lor-Val could tell. Thank Rao for that!
Lor-Val pushed a lock of blue-black hair out of his eyes. His hair was getting shaggy, but that was the least of his worries.
“What’s our next move, Lor-Val?” asked Tor-Val, a stocky man with thinning hair and piercing green eyes, Lor-Val's cousin.
“We’ll lay low here for awhile, then head for Altair VI.”
“Are you still planning assimilation?”
Lor-Val nodded. “We’ll still stay in contact, but only by one person knowing one person and no one else.”
“Should we stay in contact at all?” Kalila asked.
“We can discuss it before we reach Altair.”
The refugees nodded.
“Lor-Val!” called one of the guards. “Unidentified being on the horizon!”
They stayed in the shadows of the mouth of the cave, watching as a slim figure walked over the rocky terrain.
“A woman.” Lor-Val squinted as Tor-Val used the binoculars. “Is she Gov?”
“Not by the rags she’s wearing.”
“Could be a trick.”
Tor-Val grunted his agreement, muscles tense.
The woman approached the hillside, blond hair blowing as a gust of hot wind swept the valley. She looked up at the cave and began climbing up the incline.
“Damn,” Tor-Val hissed.
They tensed, waiting for the woman to reach the plateau. Lor-Val hated the thought of possibly giving an order to terminate her, but they could not afford discovery. Still, he would try and see if they could avoid that.
The blond paused as she climbed the rise.
“Kryptonians, I mean you no harm.”
“She speaks Kryptonese,” Tor-Val said.
“Hmm, yes, but it could be a trick.” Lor-Val clenched his fist.
“Van-Zee?” she called.
“Who the hell is this?” Tor-Val muttered.
Lor-Val made a decision. “Cover me.” He stepped out of the cave. “Who are you?”
“Someone who believes in our people’s freedom.”
Lor-Val frowned. “How’d you find us?”
“I tracked your band from Kelvan. I want to organize a ring of Kryptonians for freedom across the Empire.”
Lor-Val raised an eyebrow. “Ambitious, are we?”
Marla suddenly emerged from the cave. “Invite her in, Lor-Val.”
He smiled. “Marla has spoken.”
“So you’re avoided the Govs?” Lor-Val asked.
The blond nodded. “It’s tricky business, as you know.”
Marla put a hand on the girl’s knee. “You should stay with us, dear.”
A small smile quirked rosy lips. “Thank you, but I have to keep moving, contacting who I can find, forming a strong ring.”
Lor-Val frowned. “That’s been tried. The Empire found everyone in this last movement and executed them all.”
“We can’t give up.” The crackling fire reflected in the young woman’s eyes. “We have to fight the injustice of the Hunt Decree!” She leaned forward. “Do you know where I can contact Van-Zee?”
“Van-Zee advocates assimilation.”
She frowned. “He was a leader of the last movement…”
“I think he realized how futile it was.”
Blue eyes sparked. “It’s never futile!” She stood up abruptly, knocking over her salad bowl. “My mother and father were killed by the Empire! We lived in Argo City!”
The Kryptonians cringed at the mention of the ill-fated city.
The girl’s eyes were blazing. “I was sent off in a rocket just before the Empire’s forces showed up and blasted my home to pieces! We were safe behind the forcefield, free from detection, until our defenses were breached!” The girl’s hands were clenched into fists.
“My dear, it was a terrible thing, but revenge isn’t in our realm of possibility right now,” Marla said softly.
“But it can be!” Messianic fervor burned in blue eyes. “Our Sal-Vor can help lead us!”
The girl nodded vigorously. “Kal-El!”
“That’s a pipe dream, girl,” Tor-Val grunted.
She shot daggers at him. “He survived the Great Destruction. Jor-El sent him off in a rocket before Krypton exploded. He’s a grown man now, able to lead us. As the heir to the House Of El and the only surviving child of Jor-El and Lara, it’s his duty.”
“If he’s alive, why hasn’t he come forward?”
Excitement shone in her eyes. “He’s already attacked the slavers’ camp on Actium.”
“Yes, and the Govs captured the guy. He’s probably dead. They used Green K on him to blast him out of the sky.”
“He could have survived.”
“Dear…” Marla said.
The blond shook her head. “I know our people in that slavers’ camp were slated to be turned over to the Govs for execution, but we know that sometimes there is escape.”
“The House Of El is dead,” Lor-Val said softly.
She shook her head and left the circle, heading for the cave entrance.
Turning back, she said, “The House Of El is still alive! And Kal-El will head us to freedom and avenge us on our enemies! Those who advocate slavery and our persecution will pay!”
She stormed out of the cave and down the hillside.
Back in the cave, Marla shook her head. “Poor girl.”
“Poor deluded girl,” added Tor-Val.
The girl shaded her eyes as she squinted up at the sun.
“Rao help me,” she whispered. “I do believe in Kal-El. He is alive.” Rage darkened her pretty face. “And all those who’ve wronged us…the Empire, the prejudiced, the slaveowners…will die by the Sword of Krypton.” She closed her eyes. “I swear I will I will find you, Cousin, or my name isn’t Kara Zor-El.”
Kara walked over the rocky terrain toward her Destiny.
Yep, I didn’t want to give away Kara’s identity in the Characters/Pairing line! :)