The opening is a trucking shot thru space. No music. Just the sound one might imagine if there were sound in space. A kind of angels choir with a slow, sweeping phase shift combined with the sound of wind. A composited title appears mid left on the screen. It says 'Twenty five years ago' in an unassuming type-face and then disolves. We rapidly approach a glistening blue green ball. Our approach slows to a majestic stop. Another composited title appears just off center in that same unassuming type-face. It says simply 'Krypton'.
Hard cut to a lush tropical landscape thru which we are moving at a comfortable pace. We have the ground miles below us yet the vegetation are still higher than we are. Over our left shoulder, a flying brass ship looking more like a pocket watch on it's edge than a vehicle zooms past us.
As we follow it, we're led out of the lush jungle with it's strange and beautiful flora to the beautiful alien citie of this strange land. They consist of networks of golden spires connected by golden transways. Huge-jewel like windows adorn these golden towers.
The ship we've been following draws closer to an open portal and enters.
Hard cut to the interior of the landing bay. The ship settles and out of it comes a man in a black skin-tight suit that goes all the way up his head revealing only his face. Over this black suit is a loose cloth like that of a bishops robes. It's bright red and adorned with golden trim.
A floating robot, also brass, moves forward to greet him as he steps away from the vehicle.
"Welcome home, Master Jor-el. I trust your expedition was informative." It says in an almost human but still mechanical voice.
"Yes, it was, Kelex, and unfortunately so.". His young but rich voice carries with it a sense of surrender. "It's undeniable that our world is in grave danger. The council can no longer turn a blind eye to my findings."
Brandishing a small, silver disc Jor-el continues. "I've enough evidence here to prove that the core of this world is about to rupture and all life will be destroyed. Once the council sees this, they'll see that we need to start building the ships I've designed to take our people away."
Cut to Jor-el before the council. His demeanor shows both anger and frustration. It's obvious by the way he stands before them that he's been arguing his position for some time.
"Young Jor-el, we of the council agree that, not only are your findings inconclusive but are most improbable. Know you this: If you choose to continue with your attempts to panic the populace with these unfounded rantings - we will have no choice but to revoke all of your priveleges as a member of the scientific community and, quite possibly, place you in the phantom zone. The device you yourself created to imprison the unjust. It is upon you to choose wisely, Jor-el.
Jor-el attempts to speak once more but is silenced by the council who all rise and turn their backs to him as they leave the great hall.
Cut to Jor-el as he steams past other similarly dressed Kryptonians. The look of anger and frustration have not left his face but there is a new vigor in his step. He is met by his companion robot Kelex as he walks across the great courtyard.
"Master Jor-el, they didn't not listen to you?"
"Oh, they listened, alright, Kelex. They listened but refused to hear."
"What will you do, Sir?"
Jor-el stops dead in his tracks and stares at the floating mechanoid. He didn't have a secondary plan but one has just formed in his head this very moment. A grim but determined smile manifests across his face.
Night. We are in the shadows of a what appears to be a large, long curving atrium. Dark glass inset in crystaline white structures serve as walls.
We are revisited by the composited titles. It appears in the lower left hand of the screen and informs us that we are in the: 'Birthing Chambers'. Jor-el glides through the darkness, peering thru the dark glass. A sound causes him to jerk his head to look down the hallway and he presses himself against the glass wall. Two large floating mechanoids move thru a crossing corridor and are oblivious to Jor-el. Once out of sight, he moves further down the hall.
Cut to a door labled something in Kryptonese. We don't know what it says but it certainly means something to young Jor-el as the smile returns to his face. He pulls out something from under his robe - a small device with a minimal display of lights which seem to be synching up to something on the door. Jor-el nervously looks around. The door 'swooshes' open just in time as we here male human voices coming around the curving hallway. He ducks inside.
Cut to room interior.
It is a massive room filled with capsules about the size of 3 foot long watermelon. They're dark and glassy, standing on end, and there are tubes running into them. Jor-el presses up close and we can now see that there are tags on each of them. Something in Kryptonian. We look, with Jor-el, and finally see inside the capsule. There is a living, sleeping, dreaming baby in it. We pull back an find that there are babies in each capsule.
The male voices in the hallway return and seem to be approaching this room. Jor-el frantically moves from capsule to capsule reading the tags. He stops and his eyes go wide, his jaw looses it's clench. He's found what he's looking for. He strokes it gently, lovingly but the moment is broken as he hears the swoosh of the door. He quickly hides behind the capsule. The voices enter the room. Cautiously daring to peek around the capsule, he sees two figures in suits similar to his but all white and with their bald heads exposed. They are accompanied by three floating mechanoids.
Entering the room last is a man dressed very darkly. His skin tight suit mirrors Jor-el's own but there are no robes. Instead the new individual has an outer suit or black, glistening armour. He carries a weapon.
Jor-el is near panic. His mind races for a way to complete his mission and escape with the prize.
....... and I'm stopping here....
Jor-el's story doesn't have to be all that long but can still be exciting, informative, and give us a sense of what Krypton was. Obviously Jor-el will escape with his baby son, Kal-el and send him to Earth but here we get a sense of who he is. He wasn't an elder statesman of Krypton. He wasn't a metaphor for God. He was a man trying to be a hero against all odds.
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