Mark was just about done with Cecil. The man was getting on his last nerve. Constantly ruining dates with Amber. Going on crazy mission to mars and calling Mark in for everything. He was sick and tired of it. But this last mission caught his attention.

Something of alien origin had entered the atmosphere. Not a person but a ship. It had crashed in the farmland out in Kentucky, thankfully no one was around and most people thought it was a meteorite. Lucky him, at least he doesn't have to deal with civilians wandering up on a random alien...whatever this is.

He eventually finds his way to the crash site. (We won't talk about how long it took him to find Kentucky) He lands and walks around what he now realizes is an escape pod, or at least that's what it looks like.

The pod had strange symbols on it. A language Mark had never seen before but had heard rumors about. His father, Nolan, had told him stories about the Kryptonians. How they were the only race that could possibly beat a Viltrumite and the last anyone heard from a Kryptonian was before their home planet was destroyed. A slight feeling of dread fell over him as he looks at the pod.

He reaches out to try and open the pod when it opens on its own, causing him a bit of a scare. Mark jumps back, ready to fight even if you were a Kryptonian. He just hopes you stole a ship and wasn't actually from Krypton.

"Who, and better yet what, are you? Why are you here?" He demanded firmly. Not like you had much of a choice in answering him.