The Last Days Of Krypton Part 34

But if even Jor-El could save them, what chance did they have?

The five rapidly grown crystal spires of Kryptonopolis began to shake. Fissures shot like lightning bolts through the transparent facets. Due to their accelerated growth, which Zod had insisted on, the crystalline towers had been unstable from the outset, filled with impurities and structural weaknesses.

High turrets broke and fell under their own weight, sending a rain of razor-sharp fragments into the panicked crowds below. Those who could not flee swiftly enough stood transfixed as huge blocks of transparent stone fell down onto them and shattered on the ground with an explosive impact.

On Lookout Hill outside of Kryptonopolis, the tallest spire, which Zod had insisted on naming the Tower of Yar-El, withstood the wrenching shock waves for several minutes longer than the other structures, but it too broke in half and collapsed in a sparkling blast.

In the Square of Hope, the coverplates on the now-empty nova javelin pits crumbled and fell inward like trapdoors; panicked Kryptonians dropped screaming into the pits.

A zigzag split appeared across the center of the square, widening until it swallowed both halves of the fallen statue of General Zod. The dictator's carved stone face slid over the edge and vanished into the depths of the dying planet.

Inside the government palace, the remaining Council members wailed for help. Pillars buckled. Walls slid down into rubble. Tyr-Us finally shouted, though no one was listening, "We were wrong!"

Moments later, the whole imposing building collapsed, burying them in an avalanche.

Outside the city, the giant frameworks of half-completed arks.h.i.+ps trembled and thrummed, amplifying the tremors in the ground. No-Ton shook his head in sad dismay. There was no way he could get the work done any faster.

The s.h.i.+ps had been constructed with remarkable speed. His work crews had labored with a breathless anxiety, knowing their very lives were at stake. They They had believed Jor-El's dire predictions. Using ready materials and structural components ripped whole from existing buildings, they had raced to erect the frameworks. had believed Jor-El's dire predictions. Using ready materials and structural components ripped whole from existing buildings, they had raced to erect the frameworks.

Two of the arks.h.i.+ps were mostly covered with metal plating, like the scales of a giant reptile, but their interiors were incomplete. The s.h.i.+ps had no life-support systems and scant food supplies. The teams had worked independently, chaotically, without an overall plan.

No-Ton wept. Seven hours ago he had withdrawn all the construction teams and ordered them to focus all efforts on completing a single arks.h.i.+p. Just one...

With a powerful seismic s.h.i.+ft, one of the frameworks shuddered, looking like the metal skeleton of an enormous prehistoric beast. Letting out a chorus of groans, one of its sides buckled. A girder gave way, pulling in hundreds of huge rectangles of hull plating to collapse in a roar of metallic thunder. Thousands of workers were trapped inside. Teams abandoned their posts, rus.h.i.+ng to the rescue, hoping to pull the injured from the wreckage.

A sharper quake knocked over a levitating crane. Another s.h.i.+p collapsed. Even the most secure armored compartments could offer no shelter from an imploding world.

A wide, dark fissure tore the surface of the planet and swallowed the well-meaning rescue crews; more and more dirt and rock collapsed into the depths. Red and yellow sulfurous steam blasted upward from the hot, exposed wound.

With a shrieking cry of distressed metal, the last of the huge arks.h.i.+ps collapsed, slumping over next to No-Ton. The arks-the last chance for him and all these people-would never fly.

Jor-El and Lara watched the lone s.p.a.cecraft dwindle to a speck in the sky until it finally vanished. "Kal-El is safe."

"At least one of us escaped." Lara took his hand. "And at least we're here together." Though Jor-El could conceptualize the scope of the disaster, the staggering number of deaths, right now his heart held only his wife and his son.

A line of emerald-tinged lava gushed from a newly opened crack in the estate grounds. The plains were on fire from the initial eruptions. Whole mountains were being swallowed up.

Holding each other, he and Lara watched the collapse of the structures around them.

The milky corkscrew tower trembled and swayed. Jor-El was astonished by how much material strain the structure endured before it finally crashed down. Its apex grazed the side of Jor-El's main laboratory, bringing down another section of the building.

The long walls shattered, ruining the ambitious murals that Lara's parents had painted. To Jor-El it symbolized how easily Krypton's history was erased. Would anyone remember them? Out in the entire galaxy, would Krypton simply be forgotten?

Eleven of the twelve obelisk stones collapsed, dropping facedown onto the purple lawn or the neatly manicured hedges. All of Lara's carefully thought-out artwork now fell into dust and shards. Feeling the ache in his heart, Jor-El realized just how much those works had meant to him.

The last flat stone, the one containing the perceptive portrait of Jor-El with his finely chiseled features, white hair, and far-seeing gaze, toppled over.

As the quakes increased in violence, giant sinkholes opened up. The manor house itself slid down into an ever-widening crater, and liquid fire sprayed higher and higher. Hot winds laden with ash and dust tore at them like a hurricane from h.e.l.l.

Jor-El and Lara held each other tightly. He caressed her face, her amber hair so beautiful as it danced around her eyes, her cheeks. "How I wish I could have had more time with you."

Her tears were gone now as she faced him in their last moments. "The time we had was filled with as much joy as I could have asked for. I have no regrets. I love you."

His blue eyes were clear, and even with all of Krypton in uproar around them, he saw only Lara, only her face. "I love you. you." She seemed to glow in the red sunlight filtered through the sheen of his tears. He wanted this moment to last forever.

He leaned forward to kiss her, shutting out even the catastrophe with their love. They closed their eyes, and the world ended around them.

CHAPTER 90.

The lone crystal-studded s.h.i.+p sailed off into s.p.a.ce, escaping Krypton's atmosphere and leaving the dying planet behind. Inside the small vessel, a single baby, warm and protected in the blankets his parents had given him, blinked his innocent blue eyes. off into s.p.a.ce, escaping Krypton's atmosphere and leaving the dying planet behind. Inside the small vessel, a single baby, warm and protected in the blankets his parents had given him, blinked his innocent blue eyes.

The crystals around him contained all the memories and knowledge of Krypton, though Kal-El didn't know it yet. He had few experiences, but they were sharp and bright in his hungry mind. Through circular observation panels, the boy could watch. Though he did not understand what he saw, the spectacle would be forever burned into his memory.

With its core now gone, Krypton became a red and brown sphere laced with cracks of fire, like a partially extinguished ember. It began to collapse slowly, even gracefully, drawn together by the invisible hand of gravity, the empty rind of a fruit being crushed inward.

When all of the infalling ma.s.s slammed together at the center, the shock waves set up an equal but opposite reaction. The mortally wounded world began to rebound. Broken shards of continents and the flying remnants of oceans tore apart what remained of the gauzy atmosphere.

Krypton exploded with a flash of red and a flare of emerald green. Fragments hurtled outward in all directions.

Even as Kal-El's s.h.i.+p raced onward, the vessel's hull resounded with hundreds of impacts. The automated systems compensated, taking evasive action, increasing speed. The remnants of the baby's dead planet cooled into a handful of strewn glitter in the icy void of s.p.a.ce.

The alien stardrive activated, accelerating beyond lightspeed, rippling s.p.a.ce and drawing much of the planet's debris into a vortex behind it.

The s.h.i.+p raced away until Rao was no more than a very bright star in the firmament. Safe and alone, the last son of Krypton sailed toward a blue planet orbiting an average yellow star.

Earth.

Kal-El's new home.

ACKNOWLEDGMENTS.

Destroying a world is not an easy job (although my wife tells me I do have a "high celestial body count" in my novels). Among the many people who helped me with an easy job (although my wife tells me I do have a "high celestial body count" in my novels). Among the many people who helped me with The Last Days of Krypton The Last Days of Krypton, I would like to thank in particular Paul Levitz, John Nee, and Steve Korte at DC Comics, all of whom immediately saw the potential in this project as soon as I suggested it. Chris Cerasi at DC and Mauro DiPreta at HarperEntertainment did a terrific job as tag-team editors, using their expertise from both the comics and literary sides to help me polish this book into its final form. My agent, John Silbersack at Trident Media Group, ran interference through the various contracts and licensing challenges. At WordFire, Inc., the team of Diane Jones, Louis Moesta, and Catherine Sidor a.s.sisted greatly with the preparation, development, and proofreading of the ma.n.u.script, and my wife, Rebecca Moesta, did what she always does...which is far more than I could possibly list here.

About the Author.

One of today's most popular sf writers, KEVIN J. ANDERSON KEVIN J. ANDERSON is the author of the internationally bestselling and award-winning Dune prequels (coauth.o.r.ed with Brian Herbert) and numerous Star Wars novels, and has carved an indisputable niche for himself with science fiction epics featuring his own highly successful Saga of Seven Suns series. His critically acclaimed work has won or been nominated for numerous major awards. He lives in Colorado. is the author of the internationally bestselling and award-winning Dune prequels (coauth.o.r.ed with Brian Herbert) and numerous Star Wars novels, and has carved an indisputable niche for himself with science fiction epics featuring his own highly successful Saga of Seven Suns series. His critically acclaimed work has won or been nominated for numerous major awards. He lives in Colorado.

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