The World, Over.

The world did look over to Bri*Mis, so his ship landed so he figured this would be the perfect spot to repopulate his dead planet.

Bri*Mis had just arrived from his home world more than 30 light years away. He had used his planet's advanced technology to travel through a wormhole to this desolate planet which he hoped could still sustain life.

Bri*Mis was the last son of his world. He wasn't angry he was motivated to finish his mission. Bri*Mis' planet had once flourished under its bright blue sun. His planet was given life by the first Sykamadourian whom his people worshipped as a life bringer and god.

His world had abruptly ended with him in space.

His world had ended while he was in SPACE!

What was he to do?

There was no place to bury his fellows, he could only mourn.

But soon when he landed he could use the only piece of his dead world besides himself and his ship, the Animotator, this device had every Genome of his planet, it had essentially a copy of every living creature on his planet. His world had died because of one rogue citizen destroying it with volatile science and a particle accelerator.

He fantasized about the future, when he would be worshipped as a hero, a god.

He was torn violently out of his daydream when his ship was pulled straight out of the atmosphere and crashed on Earth below fifty thousand feet below.

Bri*Mis was killed on impact.

"Sir the alien craft was destroyed."

The servant said this with extreme confidence, because if he was wrong, well he knew what happened to the last guy who had his job.

He waited for his ruler to reply.

"Good." said Kon-El