<div class="floatleft">(http://24.media.tumblr.com/eb49310a789cdff4cab2265762077b63/tumblr_mh4o4tk3kZ1rooo17o1_500.png)</div><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>  Name:</strong>       <strong>Victor Von Doom</strong><br/>  <strong>Title:</strong>          <strong>Doctor Doom</strong><br/>  <strong>Affiliation:</strong> <strong>Doom</strong><br/>  <strong>Location:</strong>   <strong>On his Ship Above Moscow</strong><br/>  <strong>Tags:</strong>          <strong>Black Widow, Darkbird, Crimson Dynamo</strong><br/><br/></span></span><hr/><br/>Apocalypse.  That was the name, he had come to discover of the being who dared to invade his homeland of Latveria, who dared to lay claim to the Earth when it was Doom's by right.  The armor clad man sat in a large chair on the bridge of his ship, a chair that looked more like a throne than a command seat.  His fingers were splayed just below his metallic masked face, and cold, calculating eyes peered out from behind that mask to watch a series of view screens that were displayed in front of him.  On the bridge platform above him, servants milled about, maintaining the huge ship high in the sky, and ensuring that it remained cloaked from both the naked eye and advanced sensors.  Thanks to precautions he had taken, he was confident that for the time being, they were shielded even from telepathy.  Some of those servants were even human and not robotic, fiercely loyal citizens of Latveria hand selected by Doom himself.<br/><br/>He had been forced to abandon his castle when, after a full day of relentless attacks by the seemingly unlimited troops of his new foe, he realized that if he stayed where he was, he would not win.  His ship had been cloaked and waiting high above his homeland for just such a contingency, and so, he had to transport himself to his ship and leave his castle, his laboratory, his loyal citizens and his remaining robotic legions behind to secure his escape.  Oh, he could only imagine what Apocalypse had done to his people.  He would rue the day he dared to cross Victor Von Doom.<br/><br/>A variety of images played out over the screens, showing locations all over the world.  The fact that he could still somewhat see what was going on at this point was a testament to his genius.  He was not certain of how much longer he would have access to such intelligence however.  His foe was not one to underestimate... but the outcome of this struggle for dominion of the Earth was not in doubt to the former Latverian monarch.  Doom would prevail.  Doom will always prevail in the end.  His only regret was minor at best... that his hated rival Reed Richards may in fact meet his demise at the hands of someone besides him.<br/><br/>Right now, his ship was high above the city of Moscow, or should he say the former city of Moscow.  He had sent scanning drones, each cloaked from basic scans and sight down to scout the area and report what they had found, their signals making use of tachyon pulses at relatively short range.  It was the same as the other cities he had searched.  Ruins... the only life found that of Apocalypse's superhuman shock troops.  He had indeed witnessed on an occasion humans being injected with some sort of serum by Apocalypse's forces, some of which were seen being led by 'villains' he recognized from before the attacks.  He wanted to get a sample of that serum for study, but thus far an opportunity had not presented itself.<br/><br/>Speaking of superhumans... one of the screens lit up an alert, and the image of three individuals appeared to his vision.  He recognized the Black Widow, the spy turned Avenger... and the armored one looked very much like the infamous Crimson Dynamo.  The third he did not recognize at all.  His attention was on the trio as they conversed amongst themselves... he would wait and see if they were working for or against Apocalypse.  Allies it seemed could be found in the most unlikely of places.