Chapter 1: Origin.
Narrator (VO): To understand what I'm about to tell you… you need to do something for me.
You need to believe in the impossible.
Can you do that?
My name is Kal-El… and I am the strongest being in the universe.
Scene 1: A man drags an entire planet away from a dying solar system, veins glowing beneath sunlit skin as the star behind him collapses into fire.
Scene 2: The same man battles a Lovecraftian monstrosity the size of a world itself, fists colliding against tendrils large enough to swallow moons whole.
Scene 3: The man tears through space at impossible speed, stars stretching into light around him before the scene settles on his chest— An 'S' symbol burning proudly against blue.
Narrator (VO):But before we get to that… you need to know my story first.
And like all great legends… mine begins with tragedy.
Narrator (VO):When I was a baby, my home planet Krypton was attacked… by those who had once thrived beneath us.
Scene: Warships rain destruction across a world drowned beneath a crimson sun.
Red-sun weakened Kryptonians are slaughtered in the streets without mercy.
Men.
Women.
Children.
The invaders did not discriminate.
Only screams remained beneath the burning sky.
Narrator (VO):My parents, Lara and Jor-El, made the ultimate sacrifice.
They sent their newborn son into the far reaches of space… where their enemies would never find him.
Scene: A man and woman stand inside a collapsing chamber, sorrow carved deep into their faces.
Between them rests a small child only days old.
Lara's trembling hand lingers against the infant's cheek for just a second longer than it should.
Jor-El says nothing, his silence speaking volumes.
Together, they place the child into a futuristic spacecraft.
The hatch slowly seals.
Then the ship launches into the endless cosmos.
Narrator (VO):What bade me farewell that day… was the destruction of my world.
Scene: Krypton explodes behind the fleeing spacecraft, the light of an entire civilization vanishing in an instant.
Narrator (VO):Thus began my journey.
Scene: The small ship crosses millions of lightyears.
Solar systems blur past.
Galaxies come and go.
Until at last—
A small blue-and-green planet appears before it.
Earth.
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Martha's POV
I looked down at my five-year-old son sleeping peacefully in his bed.
The poor thing had completely exhausted himself helping me with my experiments. 'Again'.
A small smile tugged at my lips as I brushed a strand of hair from his forehead.
'Others would probably say I'd failed as a parent.
That raising a child in a laboratory on a private island was unhealthy'. 'That letting him assist in scientific experiments before kindergarten was irresponsible.'
'But honestly? I think we made it work…. Just me and my little star.'
My gaze softened….. And like always, thinking about him brought me back to the day I found him.
Like the star he would become in my life, he arrived blazing across the heavens.
Well—"Arrived" might be too generous.
"Crashed violently onto my island" was probably more accurate.
But details weren't important.
The point was: His first day on Earth started with a bang.
Even now Cecil still gave me grief over the decision I made that night.
And honestly?
I still stood by it. 'As a woman of science,if a discovery is within range, I'm morally obligated to study it.'
'Also it interrupted my moon-bathing session, which already makes it personal.'
'And the fact it was a UFO was honestly a bonus.'
'Then again, this is Cecil we're talking about. Worrying is practically his full-time job.'
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Omni POV
Five Years Ago
Martha's Private Island
Matha often found comfort in the predictable laws of physics.
Especially during her preferred method of deep thought: low-intensity solar exposure.
Or, as her less scientifically-minded brother liked to call it—"Moon bathing."
Cecil constantly complained about her lifestyle. The remote island. The isolation. The dangerous hobbies.
But Martha never cared much for criticism.
As far as she was concerned, if a scientific discovery appeared within reach, then she had a professional obligation to investigate it.
And if that discovery happened to be the only thing capable of interrupting her carefully calibrated UV session? Then clearly it was important.
The fact the disturbance was a genuine unidentified flying object merely increased her enthusiasm.
Ironically, she never detected the object visually.
Nor did her sensors pick up the craft itself.
Instead, they detected what the ship did to the atmosphere around it.
Her customized sensor array—a highly sensitive multi-spectral scanning system normally used to monitor atmospheric anomalies—registered violent fluctuations in localized electromagnetic fields alongside a sonic boom profile that completely defied conventional aerospace physics.
Immediately, preparation became the top priority.
Her custom-fabric bikini, while excellent for tanning efficiency and thermal comfort, offered virtually no protection against unknown extraterrestrial contaminants.
Inside her laboratory, Martha moved with calm efficiency.
Portable atmospheric analyzer. Shielded sample collection kit. Ground-penetrating radar. Universal sterile containment units.
One by one, she tossed the equipment into the reinforced bed of her heavily modified Jeep, a vehicle specifically optimized for traversing the dense jungle terrain of her island.
Afterward, she changed into her field suit, a skintight full-body design of her own creation.
The material consisted of a proprietary polymer weave engineered for biological isolation, moderate ballistic resistance, and adaptive thermal regulation.
In simpler terms—
If the alien ship leaked something horrible into the atmosphere, she preferred not to die from it.
Before entering the vehicle, she activated the environmental seal integrated into the suit.
A small plate near the nape of her neck lit up softly and an invisible energy field formed around her head, filtering the surrounding air into a completely sterilized breathing environment.
With all that over with she drove toward the crash site.
††
The ship itself possessed some form of advanced stealth technology, making direct tracking nearly impossible after impact.
Fortunately, the sheer destruction it caused proved significantly easier to follow.
And It didn't take long for Martha to find the ship.
And what a sight it was. The impact zone was catastrophic, entire sections of jungle had simply ceased to exist, trees lay flattened for kilometers, erased beneath overwhelming kinetic force.
Speaking into her wrist-mounted recorder, Martha calmly dictated her observations. "Judging by the scale of destruction, the object was traveling at velocities well beyond anything achievable through conventional propulsion."
She crouched beside fractured earth, brushing gloved fingers across compressed soil. "The impact radius suggests a controlled deceleration event."
Her eyes narrowed behind the visor. "I cannot confirm whether a braking mechanism activated before impact without examining the object directly, however the compressed soil layering and radial displacement patterns indicate an entirely unnatural atmospheric entry."
A small smile slowly spread across her face. "This is definitively not of this world."
And then—She finally saw it.
Sleek, metallic, almost bottle-shaped in design.
The abstract data instantly became reality. Humanity was not alone.
Oddly enough, it wasn't the ship's impossible structure that captivated her most. It was the symbol engraved across its surface. An 'S'.
Or at least, something close to one.
Her best guess was that it represented either an important insignia or it was the primary docking interface. Aka— "Just the door."
For nearly an hour she ran diagnostic after diagnostic, deploying automated drones to scan for radiation, biological contamination, exotic particles, or unknown atmospheric hazards.
Nothing dangerous appeared.No radiation spikes.No toxins.No detectable pathogens.
Once satisfied, Martha cautiously approached the vessel.
Whereupon touching it the reaction was immediate.
A hidden panel illuminated beneath her hand before a beam of light swept across her body.
The scan bypassed every safeguard in her suit effortlessly and Instead of fear, Martha felt excitement explode inside her chest.
The technology before her operated on principles she didn't even understand yet and to her, that was intoxicating.
A synthesized voice echoed from the ship in a complex alien language.
SCAN COMPLETE: ✅
FULL MEMORY DIVE: ✔️
EMOTIONAL SCAN: ✔️
LINGUISTIC ANALYSIS: ✔️
DNA & DESIGN SCAN: ✔️
SPECIMEN PASSED
TRANSFERRING LANGUAGE DATA
BEGIN MESSAGE
Martha's photographic memory retained every tonal shift and linguistic pattern instantly.
Seconds later, the ship seamlessly switched to flawless English.
The "linguistic analysis" function had clearly extracted language directly from her subconscious during the scan.
Then two holograms appeared.
So lifelike they almost seemed real.
The man stood tall and impossibly handsome, carrying himself not like a warrior—But a scholar.
"My name is Jor-El," he began, "Patriarch of the House of El of Krypton."
A shadow passed through his expression. "And by the time you hear this message… my world is likely already dead."
For the first time since arriving, Martha found herself speechless. Jor-El continued, speaking of political arrogance, societal collapse, and a civilization set upon by its own creations.
Then the woman beside him stepped forward.
Beautiful, but broken by grief.
"We had one final hope," Jor-El said softly. "Our son." "He was meant to guide our people into a better future. Krypton's first natural birth in centuries."
"But now…" his voice faltered slightly, "that future no longer belongs to us."
The woman looked directly at Martha through the projection. "We hope he may instead become the hope of your world."
Jor-El gestured toward the ship surrounding them.
"Within this vessel exists the knowledge of Krypton. Our history. Our culture. Our legacy,"
Then the woman spoke again, her voice trembling.
"We ask only one thing."
"Please… protect him."
"Raise him as your own."
Jor-El lowered his head solemnly.
"May the Last Son of Krypton bring light to your world."
The holograms faded.Silence returned.
Then the ship spoke once more.
MESSAGE ENDED
INITIATING CRYOGENIC RELEASE
The front section of the alien craft slowly opened with a hiss of escaping vapor.
Inside, wrapped in a red-and-gold blanket—
Lay a sleeping baby boy.
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