#faora-daughter-of-krypton

[ldnvidabela]

Title: My Duty

N/I don't have Young justice or any DC character, but I do have this fanfic, so thanks for reading.

english is not my first language

Category: Young justice, League of Justice

Chapter 1

She was born on another planet. In krypton, to be exact. Named Faora Ul, in a Krypton military family. She knew she was in the DC universe, somehow she was there.

Her mother died in service on another planet while Faora was still being scientifically generated in the Gene Chamber. Her father was the one who took her in his arms when the process of her birth was completed.

She doesn't remember how it happened, why she was there, or how she ended up in the body of a Kryptonian who would technically be General Zod's ally and wife. And probably in the future she would try to destroy the earth to rebuild Krypton. What was stupid, why destroy if you can just live there? Of course this depends a lot on the universe and so on. But with such gifts as a Kryptonian, she could live quite well.

But these were thoughts for the future. She grew up the daughter of a well-known military man on Krypton. She grew up training to one day be a leader, to be a soldier. It wasn't easy, it wasn't pleasant. Her father was extremely cold and demanded perfection from her, no flaws, no defeats. The perfect soldier, the perfect leader.

She still remembers when she fell the fifth time trying to take him down in training. Her father stomped on her back hard enough for her bones to crack. Making her fall face down on the floor again, blood flowing from her mouth, her nose was also bleeding and there were cuts on her face from strong attacks. She gasped.

"You are Ul! We don't give up and we don't get lost, ever!" He yelled, his voice loud and strong. Faora shuddered, both in pain and fear. "We are Krypton's defense, our duty is to our home!" He kicked her so hard that she spat out even more blood and coughed, clutching her bruised and bruised stomach, she stayed crouched on the floor as she tried to breathe through the sharp pain she felt in her body. "With our lives if necessary, do you understand?" He approached her, his iron expression and cruel eyes directly on her.

She took a breathless breath, but managed to respond. "... I understand, Father." She swallowed, lowering her gaze as he took another step closer. Her gaze remained on the ground until her father responded.

"Well, you have 10 minutes to rest before we resume training." He turned away and she would lie if she said she wasn't afraid.

She was only 9 years old at the time.

Growing up in the Ul family, she can even understand why Faora was so devoted

To her home, so loyal, cold and unafraid of killing for her people. Because she also learned to be like that. Like it or not, she's Kryptonian now. And that wasn't as cool as she would have thought.

The Ul family was not for wimps. Her training was tough, it was extreme. At the age of 12 she had to survive together with other children in the Krypton Forest, in the cold, in the heat, with nothing but a knife and still had to survive there for a month. Those who didn't resist were taken back, but she couldn't stop, couldn't have that luxury. She knows her father wouldn't take this waiver well, he would probably be even more cruel in practice and make her regret being born, which in fact, she regrets.

She had to fight animals, got scars because of it. Some days she couldn't eat anything. she remembers how much she shivered through the night, the sound of her teeth chattering and the eerie coldness she felt in her bones. She had dried blood from some wounds, which were bandaged with large leaves, where she applied plant fluids to prevent infections, as her father had taught her. She survived quite well, but she knew it wouldn't last alone, it was in that thought that she met him. Dru Zod.

He was lightly tanned, had dark circles under his eyes and shaggy black hair, his brown eyes seemed to be black. He was also injured, but unlike her, he didn't cover his wounds with leaves. She was almost horrified by the boy's bloodied and dirty appearance. He could end up dying in this state before he could ask for help, and from what she knew of Dru Zod, he was too stupid to give up.

He held his stomach as he breathed heavily, his face sweaty and tired as he sat with his back against a dark blue tree, yes, Krypton trees were a very different color from the earth, obviously.

She approached him and as much as her rational mind screamed that it was a bad idea to help someone and try to survive together with that person as there was only 7 days to finish the test. It was an idea that can go wrong for years rather than good. Because her father might think she's only survived so far because of the boy, and that wouldn't be very good for her.

He lifted his shirt to see her belly was badly cut, it was already yellow and purple all around. He didn't notice her until she stepped on the leaves beside him. "Stop messing around." She ordered, kneeling beside him. Dru looked surprised at her arrival but soon his expression changed to one of mockery.

"I can handle myself." He said, his teeth clenched as he looked away and backed away from her a little, which only made him let out a grunt of pain.

She rolled her eyes and without thinking, pulled on his shoulder, making him let out a slight cry of pain and throw him an irritated look. She stared at him with a stony expression. "Shut up and let me help you, you're going to die if we don't fix this." She said and slapped his hand over the wound. He withdrew his hand but didn't look happy about it.

Faora shook her head at the poor care of the wound as she speculated on him. "This is awful. Have you even read the survival manuals?" He blushed and Faora couldn't help rolling her eyes once more. " Of course not." She sighed and got to work, picking up leaves and plant liquids around to help. She had to make the pus from some cuts come out before using the healing fluids, so she had to get the knife. Which was a little painful. amazingly he didn't scream, but his expression clearly showed that it was painful.

She managed to help him, put the sheets around his waist and so on. "Don't say anything about it, got it? If you say a peep about me helping you, I'll kill you." She said after cleaning the sheet and turning to leave.

"I didn't mean to…" she trailed off and waited, looking over her shoulder at Dru, who kept his eyes on the ground for a moment before looking at her. "But thanks." He said, not looking like he liked to thank him but he did it anyway.

She blinked, a little surprised, and then nodded, pulling away.

The challenge has been completed. With only her and Dru remaining until the end. Her father was pleased and gave her a break from her duties for a week.

She spent this time drawing, reading more and sleeping too. Before her training and studies came back again and she had almost no free time besides her bedtime.

With just a few years old, she knew everything about math, science, politics and many other subjects. Always getting top marks in their exams, always giving their best. Perfect posture, perfect grades, perfect skills. She had to be the best she needed to be. She is the heir of the Ul family, she cannot fail.

She still saw Dru, most of the time it was between practices and classes at school. He was the dedicated and serious type, but he seemed to be more at ease when he was alone. It was strange to see that serious and focused countenance relax while reading a book, usually it was about war stories, but still, he seemed to be at ease. She was already caught looking at him once. She was sitting in her chair at the back of the room and was lost in thought as she looked at Dru's black hair when he seemed to feel her gaze on him and turned her face towards him and she ended up fumbling when caught, dropping her tablet Kryptonian on the floor and drawing the attention of everyone in the class, including the kind blue eyes at the side of the room, but she didn't notice it.

She got red ears and apologized for her carelessness, taking the tablet and placing it on her desk. She cleared her throat and focused her gaze on the table, still feeling and hearing the rustling sounds in the classroom. Faora Ul is not distracted, she has never failed in her concentrated, serious posture before. She almost smacked herself in the face for it, but held back.

When she looked at Dru again, he looked away and Faora might have guessed but it seems there was a redness in his cheeks. She blinked and refocused on the task at hand. Her father is going to want a full report on what she's arrested today and she can't fail.

It's been months after that. Now the one looking at her was Dru, and she would lie if she said she didn't look back. It was curious, strange. but neither of them took a step to speak again. Still," They sometimes even exchanged brief smiles when they were in the practice room and faced off, sometimes she won and sometimes he won. Regardless, each of them reached out to help the other up later. It was the beginning of a friendship, and at some point they started talking. At first, it was just a few words, a "Hi" when they saw each other or "Today was a good practice." When they were sitting side by side in the lounge chair, Or maybe "You should rest." This was usually said by Dru to her. Faora wasn't much for resting during training, she learned from her father that rest was necessary but that you shouldn't waste too much time on it. In his words: "An enemy will not expect you to rest, you have to be ready to fight at any time."

Regardless, she and Dru only got closer with time. At 13, she and he were already talking regularly, discussing tactics, stories and various other things, but it usually involved military things, because that was what they had most in common. Both are children of soldiers, both will be soldiers. Not that they just had that to talk about, but it always ended up coming back to that topic most of the time.

She had some other friends, of course she did, and those friends ended up meeting Dru and his group as well. It kind of brought the two groups of Kryptonians together as a sort of gang. Nobody messed with them, nobody dared talk to them. This was usually because of how intimidating they looked and also because of their families, which in the case of most of them were military too. They still played sometimes, rough jokes but nothing that could really hurt each other. It looked like it was like a football team, but with Kryptonian boys and girls who descend from military and political backgrounds. Faora was mostly introverted but still had her humorous moments here and there.

Everything was relatively fine, normal. She totally forgot that this home she lived in would be destroyed and most of her people and friends would die.

Until she did something stupid and those thoughts came back quickly.

The stupidity was when she saw a bully in the room dropping the high-tech tablet of a skinny, brown-haired boy. She barely noticed that she had crossed in front of the boy and pushed the bigger boy until she heard her friends approaching beside him.

"Back off." she ordered, both to her friends and to the idiot boy, who needed nothing but those words and a look from her to turn away, apologizing in fear and out of her sight. She turned to look at the boy she'd helped and couldn't help noticing the pale blue eyes and freckles.

He was fair-skinned and his brown hair fell a little over his eyebrows.

"Thanks." He stammered, his cheeks turning a slight shade of red. He wore a dark gray uniform just like hers, but that wasn't what caught her attention. No, what caught her attention was the symbol of El's house stamped on her chest.

And there was only one heir of the house El existing in the same school as her.

Jor-El

[demifulcrum]

The World of Superman: His Super Friends and Family PT.1

Kryptonian Members

Kara Zor-El: The cousin of Superman, Kara Zor-El landed on Earth 30 years later than Kal-El due to debris from Krypton sending her ship off course. Due to this and the make of the ships onboard stasis, Kara remained unaging on her journey to Earth. When she arrived however Kal-El would take it upon himself to help his cousin adapt to life on Earth where they would build a sibling like relationship as Kara was taken in by the Kent's as one of their own. Upon taking on the House of El sigil just as her adopted brother Kal-El, Kara would become known as Supergirl in her teen years before adopting the moniker; Powergirl.

Jor-El II: Named after his Kryptonian grandfather, Jordan Kent is one of Clark’s twin boys. A rather shy and anxious kid, Jordan is the quieter one of the two harboring limited Kryptonian abilities showing the limits human genes put on hybrids. Jordan while not as shining as his more out there brother still cares greatly for those around him and has an aptitude for science among other things.

Jon-El: Jonathan is named after his human grandfather and is the much more louder of the two boys, the golden boy if you will. Seemingly being more gifted than Jordan, Jonathan is more of an out there heart of gold kid who enjoys sports and getting rough n messy. While not having a knack for science like his brother Jonathan does have a knack for machines and tends to help out on the farm whenever his mother needs him.

Kon-El: A clone born of combining the DNA of both Superman and Lex Luthor, Kon-El would be found alongside his “sister” Cir-El in Project Cadmus’ secret laboratory under the name Project Kr where Cadmus’ scientists were attempting to create metahuman Kryptonian clones in an effort to destroy or replace Superman should he perish or turn against mankind. Kon-El would receive his Kryptonian name from his father and his human name from his friends on the Teen Titans, Conner Kent. In time, Kon-El would take on the mantle of Superboy alongside the House of El sigil. Due to Kon’s half human parentage and genetic modification, his meta-gene has yet to activate limiting him to weaker levels as well as limited levels of a pure blooded Kryptonian’s abilities. It was for this reason his “younger sister” Cir-El was made half Amazonian to counteract this power issue.

Cir-El: A clone born of combining the DNA of both Superman and Wonder Woman, Cir-El would be found alongside her “brother” Kon-El in Project Cadmus’ secret laboratory under the name Project Kr where Cadmus’ scientists were attempting to create metahuman Kryptonian clones in an effort to destroy or replace Superman should he perish or turn against mankind. Given the earthling name Mia Lara Kent and her Kryptonian name Cir-El, she would take up the mantle of Supergirl II after receiving her aunt Kara’s blessing. Cir-El is the genetically engineered child of Wonder Woman and Superman, the reason being due to the genetic complexity of the Kryptonian genome resulting in Cir-El’s older brother Kon being limited in his Kryptonian abilities due to his half human nature. With Cir-El being half Amazonian, she sports boosted abilities of that of a Kryptonian including the activation of her meta-gene which is divine in nature due to Wonder Woman’s DNA thus allowing Cir-El a higher resistance to magic, the ability to summon, manipulate, absorb and redirect lightning, as well as talk to animals.

Krypto: A normal wolf that was altered by meta-tar to have super strength and durability comparable to Superboy, Krypto was named by the Titans and adopted by Kon-El & M’gann M’orzz.

Kem-El: A Kryptonian AI, he is programmed to stop crime and protect Kal-El, even with excessive force. He created the Fortress of Solitude as a means to revive Kal-El, returning to the Fortress to charge his body with ion rays to accelerate Kal-El's recovery following his battle with the monstrous Doomsday.

Lor-Zod: The birth son of General Zod and his lieutenant Faora-Ul, Lor-Zod is the Red Son of Russia, the Ultraman. Lor-Zod’s pod landed in a Ukrainian collective farm in Soviet, Ukraine. There Lor-Zod is immediately taken in and recognized as an alien with advanced powers and abilities that will be used for the greater good of the country growing up as a Soviet citizen, the “Soviet Superman” is a good person who dedicates his abilities to the safeguard of Soviet citizens. His origins of how he survived Krypton’s destruction is similar to that of Kal-El’s but where as Kal-El was sent to Earth on purpose, Lor-Zod arrived by mere chance as the young Kryptonian was born on the Black Zero ship where following Krypton’s destruction it was damaged with a portion of it being the debris containing Lor-Zod that crashed on Earth years later.

Thara Ak-Var: An Argonian survivor, Thara Ak-Var goes by the moniker of Matrix. She is the last daughter of Argo, Krypton’s sister planet who managed to survive in stasis until help arrived in the form of Lor-Zod who traveled amongst the stars for a time to witness the remnants of Krypton. Being saved by Lor-Zod brought the two close together, and upon returning to Earth Thara and Lor-Zod had begun a relationship with one another. She protects and rules the Soviet nation alongside Lor-Zod, and their Kryptonian AI Brainiac that has been programmed to protect the two Kryptonian’s similarly to Kal-El’s own Kem-El. Thara is unique in that she is a meta-kryptonian, one who posses the ability of projecting, manipulating, absorbing and controlling fire of all kinds that even extends to her solar absorption ability being augmented higher than the conventional Argonian and Kryptonian.

Val-Vex: A fellow survivor of Krypton, Calvin Ellis is a member of the House of Vex. He like many others succeeded in fleeing Krypton before its destruction and landed on Earth shortly after Kal-El had where he was found by the Ellis family. Raised to stand up for himself no matter the odds, and to fight for what's right, Calvin would come to become a close confidant and friend to Kal-El when the latter emerged as the Man of Tomorrow. He in time would also run for President against Lex Luthor and won, being able to aide in affairs using his costumed identity and public for the greater good.

[tessatechaitea]

Do you think it could offer some good story potential if Zod was made to be Superman's biological father? It make for more interesting contrast with him and Jon Kent, and probably more. In canon it's always "Nice Farm Dad" and "Nice Space Dad". Like, okay, that's nice. But what about "Nice Farm Dad" vs "Not-so-nice Military Space Dad"? I've been thinking about an Elseworlds story where Zod has a daughter, who I named Faora, who gets sent to Earth after Krypton dies while he's in the Phantom Zone

I’m a traditionalist who appreciates that Superman had a nice family, both on Krypton and on Earth. Not every hero needs some kind of conflict in their formative years to make them interesting. There are enough characters that can’t get over their childhood angst. I love Superman to be happy and kind and nice and polite and giving. DC’s problem is they constantly buy into the negative connotations of the Boy Scout moniker. I love the boy scout. I want the boy scout.

Also, can we stop getting these ridiculous time travel stories so Superman can meet his Kryptonian parents? Enough with that garbage. Stop feeding the idea that adoptive parents aren’t enough for adopted kids. Superman’s good with the family he grew up with and the fantasies of the family he never really knew.

[dragonofrao]

faora-daughter-of-krypton replied to your post: Rumor: Lara and Faora caught you and Jor having sex.

"More like you and Jor caught Lara and I…"

"I think its safe to say none of us really knew the meaning of monogamy."

[thelastazarathian-archived-blog]

"Goodbye"

Send me "Goodbye" for the last voice message my muse leaves for yours before they die.

"Faora, honey? It's me... Raven. I know tonight is suppose to be special and all... but I suggest you stop whatever you're trying to make--not saying that you're a bad cook or anything like that! Let's just say that I'm not coming home tonight. All I want you to do right now is to remember how much I love you; you'll always have my heart, even when I'm not there... I'll see you soon, goodbye, my love."

[dragonofrao]

faora-daughter-of-krypton replied to your post: “If I was your girlfriend... I'd hopefully come to my senses long enough to check myself into a mental institution and seek the help I would obviously desperately need."

//*chokes on tea*

//What's that say about Faora hmmmmmm

[dragonofrao]

[Zod/Faora, you knew this would happen]

//This is our third one...slow down woman!

Name: Mar Zod

Gender: Male

General appearance: Dark brown hair, brown eyes, youngest of his siblings

Personality: Uncharacteristically happy and fun, compassionate and strong willed. Not one for conflict.

Special talents: Even though he's a child, he's a great meadiater, even for ones like Faora and Dru

Who they like better: Faora

Who they take after more: Faora and Dru have no idea where he came from, he's very different.

Personal headcanon: He can be found talking to the Jor hologram, which he himself repaired and re installed into a console. They are best friends.

Face Claim:

[dragonofrao]

Faora's face softened for once when she saw him, proud as ever, but with a a hint of sadness in his eyes. "Dru?" Her voice was soft, not wanting the startle him. After all, she had been missing for months.

His head jerks at her voice, almost unaccustomed to his ears and he's not sure if she's real, or if the world has finally worn him down enough to start seeing her where she shouldn't be.

"Faora? Or a mark of my evolving madness? I've become used to the ghosts of old friends."

[youbetyourstarspangledarchi-blog]

Faora smiled when she looked up from her morning tea to see Carol walking in sleepily. "Good morning, love."

Rubs her face, and blinks a few times, trying to bring Faora into focus before just yawning and plopping into a chair. "...Mornin'."

[youbetyourstarspangledarchi-blog]

[death meme] Faora had caught her, barely, and they had both landed on the ground with enough force to leave a small crater. "Dammit Carol..." She breathed out as she looked down. The other woman wasn't supposed to fly and Faora cursed her for doing it regardless. "Carol?" She looked down at the body in her arms, searching for a pulse... nothing. "Carol?.." Tears pricked at her as she pulled the other woman close. "You c-can't leave me here... p-please don't..." Then she broke completely.

[thelastazarathian-archived-blog]

So... *winks*

"Wow... that new trick you just did... where did you learn that from? I would like to know.

[thelastazarathian-archived-blog]

My Tumblr Crushes:

runningfreewiththewind

bonesandbrimstone

straightuphellion

faora-daughter-of-krypton

neopuff

mysticsculptor

nota-blondebimbo

funlaurakinney

reversedmagicmistress

[dragonofrao]

♣

Send ♣ for a drunk message

[Text] FAORA

[Text] FAORA

[Text] ANSER FAORA

[Text] I NEED ASISTENCE 

[Text] ITS IMPORTANT

[thelastazarathian-archived-blog]

Faora had come in too late, having watched her lover give in and strike down her opponent without mercy. There was a charge around them, air almost cracking with dark energy. She took a careful step forward, reaching out and touching Raven's shoulder softly to not startle her. "Rae... darling, it's okay... I'm here." She would not judge her for such violence, that would make Faora a hypocrite if she did.

Raven's eyes widened in shock as she stared down at the unmoving body before she shakily stared down at her hands which was covered in the man's blood. The air around them was still hot and thick from the energy she produced to give out the last blow to the man. A single tear leaked down on her cheek as she quickly turned around and buried her face in Faora's chest, hugging her tightly as she choked out a sob.

"I-I didn't mean to do this! I didn't mean for this to go t-this far!" she said. "I killed someone out in a blind rage, h-he didn't deserve it!"

[thelastazarathian-archived-blog]

"Blackjack?"

1st person gets: To own my character for two days.

"I don't know who's luckier, me or you. But you own me for the next two days."

[thelastazarathian-archived-blog]

*snuggles on*

((I love you, too.