“Yes, please vacate the premise. It’s for your own safety, I promise,” Clark tacked that last part on with a warm, polite smile, mostly because it was true. He had no idea what was on this ship or what kind of radiation it exerted. He also smiled partly because it wasn’t, and he just wanted some space. He cared for the citizens of Metropolis like his own people, but he didn’t always need swarms of paparazzi and reporters breathing down his neck while he was trying to work.

After subtly ushering the crowds away, Clark hovered over to where the object had made its mark on the Earth; scorching nearby ground and punching a hole into the soil, eradicating any near shrubbery. Though, this ‘object’ looked suspiciously similar to a small ship more than anything.

It actually resembled a pod, and reminded Clark vaguely of the escape pods Bruce had created for the Watchtower. It was sleek and seemed to be made of smooth material shaped into something vaguely similar to a large, rounded teardrop. Soft orange circuitry pulsed on the curved bottom of the craft, where it had made contact with Earth’s surface.

Clark felt his eyebrows knit together, and his feet slowly lowered until they too were on charred ground. He moved forward, a hesitant hand reaching towards the tech before he could think about what he was doing. He was being reckless, probably. He should at least try his x-ray vision first, see what—if anything—was inside. But something about this struck a chord in him.

His eyes widened and he was quickly snapped back to reality when the ship emitted a soft hissing noise and a plume of white smoke curled from what Clark guessed was the top. This was quickly followed by a small hatch popping open.