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Zod coughed and forced himself to stop laughing, a small snort being the last of it. The respect she has begun to show was commendable, and Zod found himself grinning.

[color=dcdcdc]"Your lack of garment is of no concern to me, my libido has unfortunately been lessened by age,"[/color] he lied, age was not what had dulled that sword, but she need not know of his weapons. Turning to his guards, he snapped his fingers repeatedly until they closed their gaping maws, pulling them towards him with a wave of his hand.

[color=dcdcdc]"I do have something that requires... meta-human aid. I am looking for a man of my own race. it should come as no surprise to you that I am no Rannite, I am of the grand planet of Krypton, taken years ago by a massive explosion. As a result of genetic experimentation, when we Kryptonians are under a yellow sun we gain abilities much beyond most denizens of this galaxy. I have heard of one... Superman, who matches the abilities we Kryptonians possess,"[/color] he explained slowly, floating slightly above the ground as a demonstration of his powers.

[color=dcdcdc]"The Rannite people lack the ability to peacefully reside on their planet, my arrival was the only factor that prevented planetary war. If your people understand the secrets of atomic fission, than you know the danger their race was in. I am aging, as is obvious, and with my death, I fear that the Rannite people will suffer a catastrophe that will likely wipe Rann from the map. I need this 'Superman' to come with me, as a successor. He seems to serve basically as a king on this planet, it shouldn't be a hard adjustment,"[/color] he finished, his care for the Rannites obvious.