<div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/VnuN8zY.jpg?1)</div><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/TxRLbsD.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Lor Zod<br/>(Optional)<strong>WEARING:</strong>Kryptonian Battle Armor<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>August 23<br/><strong>TIME:</strong>21:30<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Beautiful Santa Catarina, Brazil<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>On My Planet It Means 'Doom'<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Geo-Force, Static, Huntress<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Zod flew along after everyone, and the guards were dealt with without his help. It was refreshing that everyone accepted that separating was not a valid course of action. Re-evaluating their tactics in the face of new information was a good sign. They approached the computer room and Zod pursed his lips. Eiling was in there, in a body that possessed most of the same physical capabilities of a Kryptonian, but was free from all weakness. It did not evoke in Zod the pale facsimile of fear that he was still capable of - a chemical response that had not entirely been bred out of his line. It provoked a different response in the hulking Kryptonian. His heart rate and respiration increased and he felt an eagerness. His body was ready for the thing that Kryptonian selective breeding and genetic science had crafted him to do: fight.<br/><br/><strong>"Give me thirty seconds, then engage as appropriate."</strong>Zod told the members of his team. Then he . . . simply was not there. He moved faster than their senses could perceive, and he burst through the doors into the room containing the supercomputer.<br/><br/>The room was very large. Despite the trend towards miniaturization, the supercomputer still took a vast amount of space - a testament to the computational power at work. There were thirty guards in the room, armed with carbines. There were forty scientists and computer technicians stationed around the room, either interfacing directly with the supercomputer or at adjoining workstations.<br/><br/>Captain Nazi was suspended in recessed containment unit atop the supercomputer. It looked like some sort of garish, dieselpunk iron maiden - six tubes led out from either side of the device, red with the Captain's blood, and his face was visible through a view panel of some space age, reinforced translucent material. The Captain's face was contorted into a rictus of agony, but the device that encased him was sound proof - his super-powered screams did not escape to cause his tormentors the slightest discomfort or distraction.<br/><br/>Eiling stood beside a group of scientists who were briefing the Air Force General, showing him charts displaying biochemistry and chemical structures for parts of Formula X isolated from the Captain's blood.<br/><br/>At least, they were, for a moment.<br/><br/>And then Zod made impact with Eiling, and the Kryptonian exerted such force that all of the humans in the room were knocked to the ground. Those unfortunate enough to be near Eiling were thrown to the very walls of the room, where they struck and then fell to the ground in unconscious heaps. Unsecured papers flew about the room, propelled as if a bomb had gone off.<br/><br/>Eiling was forced from his feet and he and Zod hit the opposing wall, and went through it. The facility was sufficiently reinforced that there was only modest trembling from the cataclysmic force. Eiling landed on his back, and Zod stomped down on Eiling's face at inhuman speed and with inhuman force, capitalizing on Eiling's lack of the former to deliver the latter. It only bought Zod so much, though, and Eiling eventually recovered his senses enough to grab a foot as it was coming down, stop it, and use it to swing Zod around like a rag doll. Zod was slammed to the floor to Eiling's left, and then to Eiling's right, each time with a sound like thunder and a shock and reverberation throughout the facility dampened somewhat by its reinforcement.<br/><br/>Zod grit his teeth and was pushing himself up when Eiling rolled and drove an elbow into his back extreme prejudice, smashing the Kryptonian back into the ground. One of the general's huge hands grasped Zod's head and smashed it into the floor. It took three slams before the floor gave out and Zod was left staring into what lay in the room directly beneath without needing the recourse of his X-Ray Vision.<br/><br/>Eiling chuckled to himself. "You walked out on Waller for this?" The general scoffed. "You went from eating prime rib for free to paying for hot dogs, kid." Eiling looked over his shoulder. "Bet you're wearing that stupid 'on my planet it means hope' 'S' now, aren't y-ARGH!" Eiling had risen to his feet, bringing Zod with him by the head and had turned the alien to face him and gloat. But all that earned Eiling was a face full of heat vision, to the fullest extent that Zod could deliver it. Eilings face burned and the flesh sloughed away from the bone.<br/><br/><strong>"On my planet this means 'doom.'"</strong>Zod uttered as Eiling reeled, releasing him. Zod's finger pointed to the Crest of the House of Zod.<strong>"I am not a weakling of El."</strong><br/><br/>"Yeah, well . . ." Eiling said, holding his burnt face with one hand. "All you little green men look alike to me!" And he swung a back-handed blow that Zod ducked under, only for Eiling to follow-up with a kick that struck Zod full-on with everything Eiling had. This time Zod went through a wall, and Eiling was right on top of the Kryptonian when the latter landed. Eiling went into a mount on the downed Kryptonian and began to rain down devastating lefts and rights, hitting hard enough that it cracked Zod's armour, sent the pair of them to the next level below, and broke Zod's left orbital bone.