Capítulo 4: Revelations and Secrets
*Authentication complete*
*Kryptonian subject: Alaric'El detected*
*Guiding process initialized*
A holographic figure appeared in front of them, a shimmering image of a tall, regal-looking Kryptonian. His features were chiseled and his eyes glowed with a fierce intensity.
"Greetings, Alaric'El," the hologram spoke in a deep, booming voice. "I am Jor-El, your ancestral guide. I have been waiting for you."
Nova and Rogue stared at the hologram in amazement. He had never seen anything like it before. "What is this? Who are you? Where am I from?" he asked, his voice trembling with excitement.
"This is a holographic projection of your ancestral guide," Jor-El explained. "I am here to help you understand your true heritage and guide you on your journey."
It continued to show Nova the history of Krypton and its people, how the Council used the core of their planet to advance their civilization which was the cause of their doom. It also explained how Jor-El and his brother sent three scoutships to a planet named Earth to ensure the survival of the race but unfortunately, a meteor caused his ship to enter something called a black hole and he was warped into another dimension.
"Where are his parents?" Rogue questioned. She was in shock from what she learned just now. She could have never imagined that other lifeforms existed on other planets. She was also worried that Nova would leave now that he learned about his past.
"There has been only one biologically born Kryptonian in the last millennia, all the Kryptonians are born from a technology called Matrix Chamber. Using advanced technology and an artifact called the "Codex" that records all the data of previous Kryptonian, we used it to Genetically Modify and create more of our race. You Alaric-El is the best of the best, destined to be one of the strongest of our race. You have one mission only, SURVIVE."
Hearing this and learning about his past Nova felt conflicted, knowing that he is one of the last survivors of an extinct race didn't feel nice. The recurring visions of the destruction of a planet that was supposed to be his home kept playing in his head. Rogue saw little Nova teary-eyed and felt a pang in her heart. She came and gave him a tight hug and said, "Everything will be all right, you are my Son and nothing will change that."
"Thank you miss Rogue for taking care of this child. The Scoutship is heavily damaged after traveling through space-time and it will take a few years more to auto-repair so I sent him to this planet in hopes of his survival." The astral guide expressed its gratitude.
"Can I go back to meet the others one day?" Nova asked after controlling his emotions.
"You are present in another dimension so going back is neigh-impossible. You are extremely lucky to survive, calculating the probability of going back is 0.001% with your current strength." Jor-El dropped a truth bomb.
"I will help you train and become stronger, maybe one day in the future you can attempt such a feat." He continued explaining the powers of a Kryptonian under the sun and his potential for growth as a highly modified being.
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The sky was orange as the night approached, and a beautiful sunset in the sea could be seen on the horizon. Rogue was sitting on the balcony of the house as she watched Nova play in the garden. On one hand, she was feeling bad for Nova's situation but she was also relieved that her son won't be snatched away in the near future.
Nova's routine has changed in the past few days, he regularly visits the drop ship to learn about various things from Jor-El. He seems happier and free after that event and seeing this Rogue doesn't regret bringing Nova to the ship. She was glad that she didn't hide his origins from him.
"Nova! Come wash your hands, I have made your favorite dinner." She said from the balcony.
"Yippie! Thanks, Mom!!" He replied cheerfully and ran back to the house.
Meanwhile in the port of Bastille:
The mist clung to the waves as the ship silently glided into Bastille Port in the dark. A lone figure stood at the bow; his eyes fixed on the small island in the distance. It was Roger, the Pirate King, who had arrived in secret after disbanding his crew.
The ship was a modest tourist vessel, nothing like his grandiose galleon, Oro Jackson that typically sailed the Grand Line. But it was a sturdy craft, with a nimble crew who knew how to navigate the treacherous waters. Roger had chosen it deliberately, knowing that it would attract little attention and help keep his arrival a secret.
As the ship drew closer to the harbor, Roger could see the silhouette of Bastille Island taking shape. He felt a sense of relief wash over him. He had been sailing for weeks, and the prospect of finally setting foot on solid ground was a welcome one.
But he knew that he could not rest yet. The Marines were always on his tail, and they would stop at nothing to capture him. He needed to move quickly and quietly hide his presence. He had done the impossible by reaching the forbidden last island and now all he yearns for is a moment of rest from the life of piracy.
The ship slid into the harbor with a gentle splash, and Roger signaled to the crew to drop anchor. They worked swiftly and efficiently, moving the ship into position and securing it to the dock.
Roger took a deep breath and stepped off the ship, his eyes scanning the harbor for any sign of danger. But the port was quiet, with only a few small fishing boats bobbing in the water.
He made his way down the dock, his footsteps echoing in the early morning stillness. As he approached the town, he pulled up his hood, hiding his face from view. He had learned to be cautious in his travels, and he knew that discretion was key to survival. It's not that he is afraid of a fight, but he only wants a moment of rest. He was suffering from an incurable disease and there is a possibility that someone will recognize him as the World Government after his head and has issued many bounty posters all over the world.
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