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DuracellEnergizer
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The Last Son of Krypton (Season One)
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13-Jul-2016, 8:40 PM
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THE LAST SON OF KRYPTON

“THE LAST SON”

FADE IN

On Krypton.

An extrasolar world in close orbit around a red dwarf star, Krypton is a black-&-blue terrestrial planet, roughly the same size as Earth.

EXT. KRYPTON — DAY — TRAVELLING

Far above the surface, we find a PRISM-BIRD in flight. True to its name, the plumage of the extraterrestrial avian shimmers with iridescence as dim sunlight plays over the feathers. We stay with the prism-bird as it travels over the Kryptonian landscape. On the ground below rises a forest. The flora much resembles the kind found on Earth — trees, bushes — though here, it is black rather than green. Canals cut through the forest, irrigating the pitch vegetation.

The forest soon gives way to grassland, and the grassland gives way as we clear the wilderness and emerge over Xan, a sprawling metropolis of chrome and crystal. Xan’s towering citadels reach to touch the alice blue sky overhead.

Closing in on one of the citadels, the prism-bird passes through an open picture window, where it alights on the waiting arm of its owner.

INT. CITADEL/SOLARIUM — DAY

The prism-bird roosting on her arm, LUMA-LYN brings it close. Putting a finger to its neck, she begins stroking it, admiring the colours which scintillate with each stroke. On the cusp of adulthood, the Kryptonian girl is a sight to behold. She is strikingly beautiful, with light blond hair worn up in a French twist, vibrant azure eyes, a straight nose, high cheekbones, and full pink lips. Tall, with a body toned with lithe muscle, she radiates elegance while carrying an aura of assertive strength about her. She is clad in a skintight bodysuit; red in the centre, black on the sides, an embroidered gold stripe denoting familial affiliation runs down the left side to the knee. From her neck hangs a chrome pendant on a chain; diamond-shaped, the pendant contains an S-shaped sigil.

As Luma attends to her pet, a semi-humanoid automaton of blue metal, KELOR, enters the room from behind. It’s head oblong, its body wasp-like and legless, Kelor stands suspended on a field of antigravity. In a Kryptonian tongue, it addresses her. A violent tremor then reverberates through the building, shaking its very foundations. A grave expression passes over Luma’s face. After several seconds, the tremor passes. Luma responds to Kelor’s statement. Satisfied with the response, the robot leaves the chamber.

Turning her attention back to the prism-bird, Luma looks into its gold eyes and it looks into hers. Giving her pet a final smile, she throws her arm up, coaxing the prism-bird back through the window, out into the open air.

CUT TO

The prism-bird as it returns to the pale sky, beating its wings until it catches an updraft.

The avian facing the red sun, the light shines through its feathers. A beautiful halo momentarily forms around the creature.

CUT TO

A close-up of Luma’s despondent face.

INT. TRANSPORT SHUTTLE — DAY

Luma sits on a cushioned bench inside the automated shuttle, Kelor floating before her. Through the forward viewport can be seen the length of the maglev tunnel outside.

EXT. XAN — DAY

The tremors return. Though they tremble, the citadels remain erect.

INT. LAUNCH COMPLEX/CONTROL CENTRE — DAY

Inside the horseshoe-shaped control centre we find SIX KRYPTONIANS and TEN AUTOMATONS at computer stations. These Kryptonians, four men and two women, are attired in black bodysuits which hide every millimetre of their skin save for their fingers and faces; over their bodysuits they all wear varicoloured scapulars bearing silver stripes. A wraparound pane of transparent green crystal is all that separates the control centre from the adjacent launch pad. Down in the launch pad, aligned vertically, is a chrome starcraft. Sporting six stabilizer fins in a vaguely hexagramal configuration around its base, it is large enough to accommodate one adult rider.

INT. LAUNCH COMPLEX/LAUNCH PAD — DAY

Luma stands on the launch pad. Having changed into a featureless black bodysuit like the ones worn by those in the control centre, she allows five bronze automatons to assist her into a chrome spacesuit.

EXT. XAN — DAY

The tremors intensify. The crystal-&-chrome facades of the citadels fracture and shatter.

INT. LAUNCH COMPLEX/LAUNCH PAD — DAY

The girl encased in her chrome suit, the automatons move away. Kelor then approaches, a green crystal in its hands. Taking the crystal, Luma secrets it in one of her suit compartments. Sealing her helmet in place, she then crosses the reverberating chamber to the awaiting starcraft.

INT. STARCRAFT/COCKPIT — DAY

Climbing through the open canopy into her seat, Luma brings the vessel’s systems online. With the push of a button, the canopy closes over her.

INT. LAUNCH COMPLEX/CONTROL CENTRE — DAY

The interior lighting begins flickering erratically. One of the Kryptonians manipulates a dial on their control panel.

EXT. XAN — DAY

From all across the city, multiple hundreds of starcraft launch from several locations. These craft, all far smaller than Luma’s, consist of large ovoid crystal pods affixed to hexagramal bases of solid chrome. They ascend into the heavens as the earth below splits open, sending buildings toppling.

INT. LAUNCH COMPLEX/LAUNCH PAD — DAY

The ceiling overhead irises open. With a tremendous burst of speed, Luma’s starcraft rockets up, passing through the portal into a shaft leading outside.

EXT. XAN — DAY

A great geyser of green energy blasts through the earth, annihilating several hundred buildings instantaneously. A great shockwave follows the blast; it plows through the surrounding buildings, pulverizing them.

INT. LAUNCH COMPLEX/CONTROL CENTRE — DAY

The chamber caves in. No one has the chance to even cry out before they’re buried under kilometres of rubble.

EXT. KRYPTON — MONTAGE

Passing across the face of the planet, we see Xan isn’t the only area succumbing to cataclysm. Great jets of radiation erupt everywhere, in every continent, in every ocean, irradiating everything.

EXT. KRYPTON — DAY

As 144,000 starcraft make the climb to space, Krypton literally begins breaking apart below. Eruptions spring up all over the world, throwing radioactive debris into the dying sky. Though protected by particle shielding, a majority of the ships are too close to the cataclysm; they are critically damaged or destroyed outright by the glowing fragments.

INT. STARCRAFT/COCKPIT

Luma’s hull is pierced by impacting detritus. Green radiation momentarily floods the cockpit, passing through the girl. Spasming once, she falls limp, deathly still in her seat.

EXT. SPACE — KRYPTON

As the surviving starcraft leave the planet’s gravity field, Krypton explodes. In an instant, the surface is boiled down and the atmosphere ignites. What was once an inhabited world is now a molten sphere of radioactive death.

Safe in the tranquil blackness of space, the thirty-four remaining starcraft set upon their voyage. Hyper-light drives engaging, thirty-three of the starcraft jump to hyperspace; they will reach their destination inside twenty-four years. As for Luma’s damaged starcraft, its hyper-light drive has been rendered inoperable; it will have to make the long trek through normal space at luminal speed alone.

FADE OUT

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