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Mister Curry, this is Lex Luthor.

[There's a slight pause here- may be nothing significant.]

A gentleman admiral from the navy was gracious enough to give me your name a few days back. We spoke briefly about a satellite which had previously crashed here. He told me you'd managed to salvage some scraps and if I wanted more facts and figures, I should come talk to you. I'm interested in learning more about what happened that day and what was found.

I hope you can take some time off your busy schedule to call me back.

[It takes a little bit of time to get back to this. The name sounded vaguely familiar at first (To be fair, dying and coming back will mess with a lot of your memories.) before he finally placed it. Lex Luthor. One of Superman's, he thinks, except this one sounds a little different, maybe younger. (A quick check of back network posts. Definitely younger.) Frankly, he's not sure how to handle this, but it seems an innocent enough request.]

Admiral Norrington, yes, I do know him. [He finally decides to be a bit wary in his answers, though he doesn't sound it, and to leave the conversation wide open for the rest of the League.] I did salvage a good portion of it from underwater. What exactly did you want to know?

[Well, so far Lex has two pieces of good news to hold fast to. When he continues, his tone is markedly less stiff, less formal despite being still so. It's nothing out of the realm of expectations- just a giddiness of learning he's so far on the right track. Try as he might to disguise it, he sometimes just can't.]

A first-hand account and retelling of the events that occurred henceforth as a result of the crash. I've learned that word of mouth can sometimes be much more trustworthy than what's printed, and I can only assume you're a trustworthy man.

I like to think I am. ['But are you?', he's thinking, not that he'll say it out loud in case this isn't something diabolical. Ah, what he'd give to have one of his villains, they're so uncomplicated.] Well... The crash was about what you'd expect. The bulk of it went down in the water off the shore, lodged into a coral reef and did a lot of damage there, but it broke up quite a bit upon re-entry so there was also damage spread across the city and the shell. I didn't get to the satellite right away, I spent the first couple of days helping with damage control. After things were under control, the salvaging efforts started. The other Atlanteans and I took to the water, along with several kedan who had shifted gills.

[Other Atlanteans. He'll keep that in mind, thanks.]

How did the satellite compare to the technology you've seen from Earth? [There can't be other worlds with the lore, alive or not, he figures. Space junk had to crash into the ocean all the time.]

[Go ahead, Lex, you really don't want to even try with them. The fact that he'll talk about them at all is proof that he knows they can all take care of themselves quite well.]

Hmm. Hard to say, it was more than the kedan are familiar with. [Not gonna make the Watchtower comparison to you, sir.] I'm afraid I'm not too well-versed in surface technology.

Any name? Logo? I assume if there was one, there are more in orbit. I just want to know who it belonged to and what its purpose was. The intranet, from what I’ve seen, continues to work well as the foreigner’s sole means of communication. [He’s trying not to be unnerved by the fact that- oh shit- he might be talking to a man from Atlantis. Nothing is as it seems, he reminds himself. He waits a second and continues.] How did the crash affect the technology you’d grown to know in Keeliai? [What about the invasion?]

The only name written anywhere was 'Arshephelios'. Still no leads on who it might have belonged to, though. There were signs of previous life, but no bodies. Still, I think it's safe to say it wasn't anything the Emperor or the kedan put in the sky. [These are pretty much basic things that anyone could have found out with a little digging, so he doesn't feel too wary giving it up.] Whatever it was, it was... well protected, with some sort of hive-mind energy beings that were released from canisters made out of a metal the locals were unfamiliar with. They were buying them before the first ones cracked open, I don't think they would have if they'd known what they were.

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