7.14 Escape by TW and ED (Part XI)

as retold by RepairmanBob
TW: The warehouse.
MR: What, does Lex get beat up by some Girl Scouts?
JG: Yes, does he?
ED: Not exactly. Hope comes up to Lex and says –
MR: “What the fuck are you doing?”
ED: Pretty much.
TW: Lex takes the crystal Clark used to destroy the portal out of his jacket. “Everything is going according to my plans, Hope.”
JG: I doubt that.
TW: “It was inevitable that he would try to gain an advantage from the invasion. Better to feed him a few scraps than risk him blundering about and finding something useful.”
JG: No!
MR: Yes!
TW: “It is time to go check on our other project.” Lex turns around, and walks through a nearby door, followed by Hope. Two Spartans de-cloak and follow them. The camera follows Lex through several checkpoints manned by PAS, finally coming to a huge metal door guarded by a Spartan. There is a large metal plate on the door identifying this as Vault Black. Lex has his hand and eye scanned to confirm his identity. The door opens, Lex and Hope walk through, and it slams shut. Lex walks into a room, full of busy scientists. The back wall is covered in computer, test tubes and science equipment. The front wall is glass, looking down on – something. Think of an examining room looking down at an operating theater, like in –
MR: House?
TW: Shut up, Michael.
ED: Dr. Richards runs up to Lex. “Mr. Luthor, we have stabilized containment, now that the portal has closed and we have access to the regional power grid. Power consumption has increased 14% above our previous baseline, though, am I am concerned –“
TW: “Not right now, Dr. Richards.” Lex walks to the glass. He places one hand on the glass, and looks down. Pan around, to show a serene smile. “Not right now.”

ED: Clark back at the Fortress. A hologram of Darkseid appears, breaking up Clark’s heartfelt conversation with his fake dad.
JG: Finally! “Hello, Kal-El. Your… efforts may have destroyed my portal device, but I still have a few Kryptonian artifacts that remain intact.”
TW: Clark –
KK: Craps his pants?
TW: No he –
AoT: I think Clark would crap his pants.
JG: If someone I tried to kill with a nuclear weapon called to say hello, I would soil myself. And I am much braver than Clark.
TW: Clark does not soil himself! He acts brave!
KK: He acts brave with a load in his pants.
TW: “I defeated you, Darkseid. You are beaten, and Earth is safe.”
AoT: Oh, this will end poorly.
JG: Darkseid smiles.
MR: Ah shit.
JG: “You resemble your sire, Kal-El. So brave. So confident. So sure of your righteousness and power. I am reminded of a proverb from your birth-world. The son becomes the father. And the father, the son.” Darkseid’s smile turns into a grimace.
MR: Did you add that to get Bryan's approval for everything else in the episode?
AoT: Between that and "Kneel before Zod", he might forget you even have anything else in the episode.
KK: I believe Darkseid is about to get himself a bitch.
JG: “Your father underestimated me, Kal-El. He thought I was a simple brute, who could be cowed by the might of the Kryptonian Empire and intimidated by the wisdom of High Council.” Darkseid’s voice drops. He is getting angrier. “Jor-El thought I was a fool. A simple barbarian who rose to power with brute force and good fortune. A craven beast, who would happily cower at the feet of the mighty Kryptonians. As must you, if you think I would allow this… grievous insult to go unpunished. The son becomes the father. And the father, the son”
TW: Cut to Clark –
KK: Who now craps himself?
JG: “In the end, Jor-El learned the truth. He learned of my power, of the foolishness of Zod’s Crusade to oppose me. He learned that to defy Darkseid was to embrace oblivion. As you too shall learn, Kal-El.”
MR: No, this cannot end well at all.
JG: Darkseid’s voice, if it is possible, gets even lower. He speaks through gritted teeth. “The son becomes the father. And the father, the son. That shall be your destiny and your epitaph, Kal-El. The last son of Krypton, shall be die by my hands… as the father died by my hands… as his birth-world died by my hands. As the new world he calls home world shall be die by my hands. So sayeth Darkseid.” Hard cut to black.

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