Fic: Rainbow’s Freedom (The Dark Knight Of The Soul Arc) (28/38)
Title: Rainbow’s Freedom (The Dark Knight Of The Soul Arc) (28/38)
Author: BradyGirl_12
Pairings/Characters: (this chapter): Elias Stark, Joshua Speed, Ron McBride
Series Notes: In the 23rd century, Earth is a technologically-advanced society that practices the ancient institution of slavery. A Great Trial crashes down upon the House Of Wayne. Can Bruce and Clark’s relationship survive? Will the Family’s strength be enough to see them through this Time of Fear and Darkness? The entire series can be found here.
Genres: AU, Drama, Slavefic
Rating: (this chapter): PG-13
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
Summary: The people in Washington, D.C., are working hard on the Kryptonian Question.
Date Of Completion (First Draft): December 15, 2008
Date Of Posting: November 21, 2009
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, DC does, more’s the pity.
Word Count: 745
Feedback welcome and appreciated.
"The Kryptonian Question continues, but so does the Hunt."
General Elias Stark,
U.S. Army
22-C.E.
XXVIII
THE KRYPTONIAN QUESTION
Elias Stark pored over the reports stacked on his desk. Paperwork , whether as print-outs or on-line, never ended. Sighing, he started to read another report when the door of his office opened and his aide-de-camp, Joshua Speed, walked in.
“Good morning, General.”
“Good morning, Lieutenant. What have you got for me today on the Kryptonian Question?”
“We’re still waiting word from our agent in Sector 216.”
“What about the whereabouts of Van-Zee?”
“Gone completely underground. However, rumor has it that he’s preaching assimilation instead of resistance now.”
Stark snorted. “I doubt the Rebels will accept that.”
“The Rebels are widely scattered, sir, and are completely disorganized. They have never been a ‘movement’, per se. Just about every Kryptonian is anti-slavery. They’re just trying to survive under a Hunt Decree.”
“Yes, well, their numbers are dwindling. As they should be.”
Joshua nodded. “Fortunately most of the populace was on Krypton during the Great Destruction, but a substantial amount of the citizenry were off-world at the time.”
“We’ll get them.”
Joshua looked across the Potomac at the tall spire of the Washington Monument and the impressive Lincoln Memorial. “Yes, sir.”
Joshua left the office and met Ron McBride in the hall. “Hey, Ron, how’s it going?”
“Pretty well, and you?”
“Still on the Hunt.”
“Mmm, the KQ never ends, eh?”
“What about you? Still trying mind control over termination?”
Ron laughed. “Do you think we have mad scientists whipping up recipes in the lab?”
Joshua grinned, running a hand through glossy dark hair. It was far shorter than he liked, but that was military regulation for you. Violet eyes looked inquisitively at Ron, a slender man, who leaned against the wall with his arms crossed. The scientist said, “Though we are considering Lex Luthor for our Committee.”
“A mad scientist, indeed.”
Ron grinned. “Wouldn’t it make more sense to control power rather than eradicate it?”
Joshua sniffed. “Too risky. Power such as the Kryptonians could wield could backfire on those holding the leash.”
“Maybe, but what if Kryptonians could be conditioned to accept their slavery?”
“What kind of drugs are you cooking up?”
Ron grinned, brown eyes sparkling. “All classified, my friend, but someday we’ll prove our point.”
“Good luck, though with our Hunt so successful, there may be no Kryptonians left to experiment on.”
“True, but sentient beings fight very hard to keep on going. It’s difficult to exterminate an entire race. Certainly the planet blowing up helped, and the Decree wasn’t placed on the Kryptonians until they were too weak and scattered as a result of the Great Destruction.”
“Good luck, though with our Hunt so successful, there may be no Kryptonians left to experiment on. Their crime was subversion.”
“True.” Ron looked grim. “Opposing slavery in itself is no crime, but working in secret to overthrow the institution is.”
“They should have formed Abo Societies as they’ve done on Earth.”
Ron cocked his head. “You’re descended from Joshua Speed, Abraham Lincoln’s best friend?”
Joshua nodded. “He was Honest Abe’s roommate in Illinois when he and Lincoln were storekeepers. Hell, they even shared the same bed. Lincoln became a strong voice for the Union, of course, and eventually Abolition. My ancestor was from Kentucky and his family were slaveowners. Eventually he and Lincoln drifted apart, but not completely.”
“So he wasn’t an advocate of Abolition?”
“Probably not.” Joshua smiled. “Moot point, anyway.”
“True.”
“Is your Committee considering lifting the Decrees still on the books?”
“Ah, that’s the regular Committee. As far as I know, no Decrees are being removed.”
“The Roma seem harmless enough.”
“Some people just can’t let go of a grudge.”
“I guess so.” Joshua’s cellphone rang. "I’ve got to take this."
“Sure, see you around.”
& & & & & &
Elias answered his phone. “Edmund! Great to hear from you! How’s it going?” He frowned. “What? I knew you were caught slave-stealing, but didn’t you just pay a fine?” Elias’ pale eyes widened. “What the hell did Wayne do? You’re kiddin’ me!” Elias leaned forward, intensely listening to every word. “He’s got his nerve! You’re fighting this, of course.” Satisfied at the answer, Elias said, “Don’t worry, Edmund. I’ll talk to him.”
After Elias hung up he shook his head.
What the hell was Bruce Wayne thinking? Prosecuting a man for stealing a slut? Absurd!
What was this world coming to?
Author: BradyGirl_12
Pairings/Characters: (this chapter): Elias Stark, Joshua Speed, Ron McBride
Series Notes: In the 23rd century, Earth is a technologically-advanced society that practices the ancient institution of slavery. A Great Trial crashes down upon the House Of Wayne. Can Bruce and Clark’s relationship survive? Will the Family’s strength be enough to see them through this Time of Fear and Darkness? The entire series can be found here.
Genres: AU, Drama, Slavefic
Rating: (this chapter): PG-13
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
Summary: The people in Washington, D.C., are working hard on the Kryptonian Question.
Date Of Completion (First Draft): December 15, 2008
Date Of Posting: November 21, 2009
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, DC does, more’s the pity.
Word Count: 745
Feedback welcome and appreciated.
"The Kryptonian Question continues, but so does the Hunt."
General Elias Stark,
U.S. Army
22-C.E.
XXVIII
THE KRYPTONIAN QUESTION
Elias Stark pored over the reports stacked on his desk. Paperwork , whether as print-outs or on-line, never ended. Sighing, he started to read another report when the door of his office opened and his aide-de-camp, Joshua Speed, walked in.
“Good morning, General.”
“Good morning, Lieutenant. What have you got for me today on the Kryptonian Question?”
“We’re still waiting word from our agent in Sector 216.”
“What about the whereabouts of Van-Zee?”
“Gone completely underground. However, rumor has it that he’s preaching assimilation instead of resistance now.”
Stark snorted. “I doubt the Rebels will accept that.”
“The Rebels are widely scattered, sir, and are completely disorganized. They have never been a ‘movement’, per se. Just about every Kryptonian is anti-slavery. They’re just trying to survive under a Hunt Decree.”
“Yes, well, their numbers are dwindling. As they should be.”
Joshua nodded. “Fortunately most of the populace was on Krypton during the Great Destruction, but a substantial amount of the citizenry were off-world at the time.”
“We’ll get them.”
Joshua looked across the Potomac at the tall spire of the Washington Monument and the impressive Lincoln Memorial. “Yes, sir.”
Joshua left the office and met Ron McBride in the hall. “Hey, Ron, how’s it going?”
“Pretty well, and you?”
“Still on the Hunt.”
“Mmm, the KQ never ends, eh?”
“What about you? Still trying mind control over termination?”
Ron laughed. “Do you think we have mad scientists whipping up recipes in the lab?”
Joshua grinned, running a hand through glossy dark hair. It was far shorter than he liked, but that was military regulation for you. Violet eyes looked inquisitively at Ron, a slender man, who leaned against the wall with his arms crossed. The scientist said, “Though we are considering Lex Luthor for our Committee.”
“A mad scientist, indeed.”
Ron grinned. “Wouldn’t it make more sense to control power rather than eradicate it?”
Joshua sniffed. “Too risky. Power such as the Kryptonians could wield could backfire on those holding the leash.”
“Maybe, but what if Kryptonians could be conditioned to accept their slavery?”
“What kind of drugs are you cooking up?”
Ron grinned, brown eyes sparkling. “All classified, my friend, but someday we’ll prove our point.”
“Good luck, though with our Hunt so successful, there may be no Kryptonians left to experiment on.”
“True, but sentient beings fight very hard to keep on going. It’s difficult to exterminate an entire race. Certainly the planet blowing up helped, and the Decree wasn’t placed on the Kryptonians until they were too weak and scattered as a result of the Great Destruction.”
“Good luck, though with our Hunt so successful, there may be no Kryptonians left to experiment on. Their crime was subversion.”
“True.” Ron looked grim. “Opposing slavery in itself is no crime, but working in secret to overthrow the institution is.”
“They should have formed Abo Societies as they’ve done on Earth.”
Ron cocked his head. “You’re descended from Joshua Speed, Abraham Lincoln’s best friend?”
Joshua nodded. “He was Honest Abe’s roommate in Illinois when he and Lincoln were storekeepers. Hell, they even shared the same bed. Lincoln became a strong voice for the Union, of course, and eventually Abolition. My ancestor was from Kentucky and his family were slaveowners. Eventually he and Lincoln drifted apart, but not completely.”
“So he wasn’t an advocate of Abolition?”
“Probably not.” Joshua smiled. “Moot point, anyway.”
“True.”
“Is your Committee considering lifting the Decrees still on the books?”
“Ah, that’s the regular Committee. As far as I know, no Decrees are being removed.”
“The Roma seem harmless enough.”
“Some people just can’t let go of a grudge.”
“I guess so.” Joshua’s cellphone rang. "I’ve got to take this."
“Sure, see you around.”
& & & & & &
Elias answered his phone. “Edmund! Great to hear from you! How’s it going?” He frowned. “What? I knew you were caught slave-stealing, but didn’t you just pay a fine?” Elias’ pale eyes widened. “What the hell did Wayne do? You’re kiddin’ me!” Elias leaned forward, intensely listening to every word. “He’s got his nerve! You’re fighting this, of course.” Satisfied at the answer, Elias said, “Don’t worry, Edmund. I’ll talk to him.”
After Elias hung up he shook his head.
What the hell was Bruce Wayne thinking? Prosecuting a man for stealing a slut? Absurd!
What was this world coming to?