The ship tore through the emptiness of space, at a speed unimaginable to human minds. The sound of the powerful engines was strong enough to be well heard in the cargo bay, but in the cockpit, where Zod sat, it was near silent. The room was not bustling with activity, perhaps as a result of having only four individuals in it. The blue lights sent dark blue tint over the rest of the room, turning the nigh-white greys into deep blues. His pilot sat at the cockpit, playing with the buttons and levers with a great many clicks. Meanwhile, in the other corner of the room, two of Zod's guards had set up a table, and were comparing their weaponry. Beside him sat their head, Non, one of Rann's best, he wore the [url=https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/e0/dc/6a/e0dc6aed1e196acff0f3f87cc36fc253.jpg]metallic mask[/url] of Zod's bodyguard corps, looking off into the distance with a red glint in the mask's one eye.

"My liege, we are approaching planetoid Sol 9, Sol 3 should be within sights shortly," the ship's pilot chimed in. Zod smiled at the revelation.

[color=DCDCDC]"Good, are there any Kryptonian signals?"[/color]

"Just one, my liege, on the southernmost landmass. Though... I'm scanning the planet currently, there seems to be a large amount of non-native organisms, I am unable to detect a Kryptonian in specific," he stated with a worried tone. Zod cringed, this wasn't good, he was hoping he would be able to find the Kryptonian immediately.

[color=DCDCDC]"Are there any transmitting satellites we can connect ourselves to? Perhaps these people have an organized media,"[/color] Zod stated quickly. Immediately the pilot began playing with the dashboard, pulling a set of headphones from the table in front of him to his ear.

"I'm hearing... Starro? What in the king's name is a Starro? Ah, here we go, 'Superman', from what is heard, he seems to be a one-man protector of multiple cities, only a Kryptonian could perform such a feat." Zod beamed at these words, a perfect successor if it was all true.

[color=DCDCDC]"Perfect, is there any news as to his position?"[/color]

"No I'm afraid, he seems to have gone missing." Zod's smile shrank. Oh well, he supposed, a minor setback, even a weakened Kryptonian could easily find another under a yellow sun.

[color=DCDCDC]"Set us down at his last known position."[/color]

"Confirmed, my liege."

[color=f26522]"Oh, finally, I was getting bored,"[/color] The female Rannite stated from the back, one of his other guards, and perhaps the most... vocal.

[color=00aeef]"Am I being platitudinous? It is concrete that my weaponry, as worn by an expert of contiguous combat such as myself is simply superior to your own,"[/color] the other guard stated in his usual mixture of mocking and showing of superiority. Zod had to purchase a thesaurus just to keep up with his 'Perfectly cromulant' language.

As the ship approached Metropolis, the thrusters at the bottom of the ship rumbled to life, sending paper and garbage flying into the air as it touched the ground. The pod bay opened, providing a ramp for Zod and his bodyguards to walk down, smoke pouring out of the interior and hiding them from the waist down. They struck ground soon after. Zod examined the city he had found himself in, disgusted by the backwardness of it all. However, the people were nigh-identical to Rannites or Kryptonians. Perhaps it was fate that Zod had found himself on this planet, whatever the case, he had to find himself his heir, it would be easy to a Kryptonian such as himself.