FIC: Reunion, part 03 of ???
Previous parts:
Prologue/Part One/Part Two
Part Three
The file pictures of Sol-3 didn’t do justice to the beauty of the planet. Lara had always been fond of the color blue and seeing the vast oceans of Sol-3 as their ship approached took her breath away. She glanced away from the window to examine the diagram on the computer screen that Jor-El had brought up. “Here,” he said, pointing at a central region of one of Sol-3’s green continents. “This is where the pod should have landed.”
Lara’s hands tightened around the controls. Her husband had calculated and recalculated the pod’s trajectory over the years; she practically knew the numbers by heart herself. He had never forgiven himself for his miscalculations on Krypton which had separated them from their child all those years ago. Would Kal-El understand -
A warning light came on as their sensors detected unknown objects orbiting Sol-3. “Amazing,” said Zor-El, accessing the data from his station. “Their technology has progressed almost exponentially since our researchers left. Artificial satellites -”
“Communications relays?” Jor-El asked. “Are any of them manned?”
Zor-El looked more closely at the data. “They do seem to be communications relays of some sort. Two are large enough to be manned, if I’m reading this correctly.”
“Is it so bad if they do detect us?” Lara asked. “Supposedly, we are investigating the possibility of settling on this planet. You cannot hide that many Kryptonians without the population of Sol-3 discovering their presence.”
“My love, these people may have advanced their technology in these last decades,” Jor-El said, “but have their hearts advanced with their tools? Are they still the primitives our researchers documented those years ago?”
“They were not so primitive when you proposed sending our child to live among them,” she replied, anger briefly heating her words.
“As you suggested, love,” Jor-El said gently, “one of us could easily hide among them without problem; how might they react to the possibility of our current numbers coming to live on their little planet?” He brushed her cheek with his hand. “What was it that Alura told you in the beginning? That you must have both faith and hope? We, too, must keep faith and hope in mind in this exploration. I suggest only the possibility of problems, so that we are prepared for the worst, yet also anticipate the best, my dear.”
Lara sighed. “Men. You all do twist your arguments around so that in the end, our stance is yours. Are the men of Sol-3 the same? Or will Kal-El have lived among more logical creatures than that? Shall I hope for a gaggle of foster-sisters who will have trained him well?”
Zor-El laughed. Jor-El glared - though half-heartedly - at his brother. “Come,” he said. “We must concentrate, Lara. We must land as close as possible to where Kal-El’s pod is likely to have found its journey’s end without attracting much in the way of attention - a difficult matter if these satellites are active in their transmissions, or there is any sort of detection agency in this hemisphere.”
Lara took a deep breath before attacking the various buttons of the control panel with zeal. Soon, she thought to herself. It will not be much longer. I will see my Kal-El again.
TBC
I stared at this picture a lot while writing this part.
Prologue/Part One/Part Two
Part Three
The file pictures of Sol-3 didn’t do justice to the beauty of the planet. Lara had always been fond of the color blue and seeing the vast oceans of Sol-3 as their ship approached took her breath away. She glanced away from the window to examine the diagram on the computer screen that Jor-El had brought up. “Here,” he said, pointing at a central region of one of Sol-3’s green continents. “This is where the pod should have landed.”
Lara’s hands tightened around the controls. Her husband had calculated and recalculated the pod’s trajectory over the years; she practically knew the numbers by heart herself. He had never forgiven himself for his miscalculations on Krypton which had separated them from their child all those years ago. Would Kal-El understand -
A warning light came on as their sensors detected unknown objects orbiting Sol-3. “Amazing,” said Zor-El, accessing the data from his station. “Their technology has progressed almost exponentially since our researchers left. Artificial satellites -”
“Communications relays?” Jor-El asked. “Are any of them manned?”
Zor-El looked more closely at the data. “They do seem to be communications relays of some sort. Two are large enough to be manned, if I’m reading this correctly.”
“Is it so bad if they do detect us?” Lara asked. “Supposedly, we are investigating the possibility of settling on this planet. You cannot hide that many Kryptonians without the population of Sol-3 discovering their presence.”
“My love, these people may have advanced their technology in these last decades,” Jor-El said, “but have their hearts advanced with their tools? Are they still the primitives our researchers documented those years ago?”
“They were not so primitive when you proposed sending our child to live among them,” she replied, anger briefly heating her words.
“As you suggested, love,” Jor-El said gently, “one of us could easily hide among them without problem; how might they react to the possibility of our current numbers coming to live on their little planet?” He brushed her cheek with his hand. “What was it that Alura told you in the beginning? That you must have both faith and hope? We, too, must keep faith and hope in mind in this exploration. I suggest only the possibility of problems, so that we are prepared for the worst, yet also anticipate the best, my dear.”
Lara sighed. “Men. You all do twist your arguments around so that in the end, our stance is yours. Are the men of Sol-3 the same? Or will Kal-El have lived among more logical creatures than that? Shall I hope for a gaggle of foster-sisters who will have trained him well?”
Zor-El laughed. Jor-El glared - though half-heartedly - at his brother. “Come,” he said. “We must concentrate, Lara. We must land as close as possible to where Kal-El’s pod is likely to have found its journey’s end without attracting much in the way of attention - a difficult matter if these satellites are active in their transmissions, or there is any sort of detection agency in this hemisphere.”
Lara took a deep breath before attacking the various buttons of the control panel with zeal. Soon, she thought to herself. It will not be much longer. I will see my Kal-El again.
TBC
I stared at this picture a lot while writing this part.
