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Apocalypse awakened inside the pod, as it glared around the massive white room. It could see several beings, and yet he knew already that all of them were weak. Worthless cannon fodder, and to be discarded from it's mind. Instead it's attention was grasped by the two beings who had placed themselves directly in front of his apparent containment cell. He could further sense that his position had changed in a far more profound way, that he now occupied a completely new dimension. The two creatures in front of him were not mere cannon fodder. One was the creature that had last killed it, the powerful psionic creature that had called itself an Ethereal. The other was strange, it could sense body heat emanating from it, and yet he could also sense an inhumanly powerful electromagnetic field, indicating the presence of a large amount of electronics of some description in or around her. Quite probably a cyborg of some description.

Before Apocalypse could begin to bash the walls, the tall creature talked. It doubted Apocalypse's intelligence, and threatened the perfect being with destruction. Apocalypse merely grinned, moving it's face closer to the barrier. "[color=ed1c24]You wish to know my.... motive? I wish only to fulfill my original goal, the reason I was first designed. To leave a trail of destruction across the Multiverse, to face the most powerful beings this reality can produce. To ascend beyond them all, and to take my rightful place as the Perfect Being. To rise beyond all others, and defeat my... what is the word you use? Parent?"[/color] Apocalypse was relatively new to language, having been created from an incarnation of Doomsday incapable of speech. However, Batman's DNA had granted it the ability to perform advanced reasoning, as well as a knowledge of language. It spoke almost every Earth language, as well as four alien languages.

[color=ed1c24]But let's talk about you, shall we? You fought and killed me, and now I'm back. And your little tricks won't work any more. You put me in a little box, and you really think this will hold me? That this ship will hold me?"[/color] Apocalypse moved towards the edge of the barrier, his large clawed hand placed on top of it. Punching would be hard in such a small environment, especially with the special gel covering him. However, he had begun exerting an immense amount of force on the barriers. While he certainly wasn't putting his all into it, it was clear from the ease with which he did it that if he wished to, he could break out of this barrier with relatively little effort. It would hold him for five minutes at most, if negotiations were to go south.