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Justice League: Rising from the Ashes

@Almosegosum

Staring silently at the wall, Khnemu thought to himself on how they could deal with this situation.

"Perhaps I could smother the explosion with my other form, I may lose a limb or two, but it should be enough to prevent the building from going down. Though of this proposition, I am not sure," he said with a weak wave of his hand, some of the nearby sand began to spin in a small cyclone.

"Alternatively," he continued. "We could attack with such a ferocity that they do not have the time to trigger the explosion." Khnemu crossed his arms as he continued to mull over the choices, he had the wisdom of the most knowledgeable gods in any of the pantheons, so he had a lot of ideas.

"Though your ability to teleport may prove useful, if we remove the device or the man with the trigger, we could easily dispose of this issue. Though, if you are unable to teleport objects without contact, it may prove much more difficult." The sand in the room had begun to shift towards Khnemu more and more, a large amount had already gathered on his shoulders. "Of course, if you are too weak to use your magics, I may be able to damage the internal workings of the device with my sand, this may be the easiest option, though I only have an elementary knowledge of modern technology, it may be difficult for me to fully deactivate the device."

"Or you could dress in women's clothing, the distraction may prove enough to allow me to deal with the others, though I have no idea where we could find these garments," he suggested earnestly, without a hint of humor.

"I could also propel you into the device with my wind abilities, hopefully blunt force trauma is enough to deactivate it, though the damage to your form may be substantial..." he stated with a hint of child-like giddiness in his monotone voice.

"Alternatively, I could propel your hound at the device, or perhaps propel you at the men, the surprise of seeing a man flying towards them could prevent them from activating the device, perhaps your hound at the bomb at the same time, a two pronged assault would be overwhelming..."

Justice League: Rising from the Ashes

@Almosegosum Oh, okay, whoops.

Justice League: Rising from the Ashes

@Master Crim @Almosegosum

"Please. sorcerer, I only seek to kill you," Khnemu stated about as reassuringly as a zombie could. Noticing the pathetic barricade thrown in front of him, Khnemu chortled, a hideous, gasping sound, mixed with an odd rattling. This man had no clue what he was dealing with, and he was alone. Khnemu was going to have fun for the first time in a long while.

"I believe you lack understanding of my true nature," he said before tossing the barricade aside with one swing of his wrappings. "The last of the Egyptian god-kings passed years ago, and yet I still remain, thousands of years have passed and I am still here. I am Egypt's last heir, I am the last pharaoh, I am this land's protector, and you are not but a commoner unsuited to lick my boots," Khnemu continued, walking into the room, followed by a large amount of the sand still contained within the building. The sand twisted about in the air, columns of the stuff.

"I tell you this why? Because you will not survive to tell any others." Before the gunman could even fire a shot, Khnemu's sand chewed through his barricade, the sand smashed into his chest, driving him into the nearest wall with a thump. He wasn't dead, but Khnemu had taken him out of commission, perhaps Dr. Zatanna could find some use for him. The man had sustained a heavy blow to his head upon collision with the wall, perhaps a concussion, whatever the case, he was not going to be rejoining the fight anytime soon.

"Perhaps you'll survive, but you'll wish I killed you."

Perhaps Zatanna and his hound required assistance. Khnemu turned and left the room, his cloak tailing behind him limply, no wind to push it. He left the unconscious criminal where he sat, prepared to return for him. Rushing back towards Zatanna's position, he joined his new-found ally in hiding behind the wall.

"The sorcerer is neutralized, though not dead, perhaps he can be of some use to you. For now, I suggest that you engage your hound in assaulting the sorcerers in the next room, though I am at your disposal if necessary, Malacoda Zatanna." With heavy internal struggle, he finally admitted to himself that perhaps rushing in was not the best option this time, and Zatanna seemed to know what he was doing.

"I understand the use of human body parts in blood-rituals, but even I must admit that using it as a distraction is highly irregular." He whispered, motioning to the ruined arm that sat in the middle of the room.

Hitchhiking Through Space

Ahras sat at the back of the room and watched silently, letting out a small grunt of gratitude when the major said he would leave to go grab him a scarf. Wiping up a bit of blood from the CIM card, he began fiddling with it, playing with the communicator. It was probably more like a radio that a walky-talky, though even radios had limited range. Ahras did know, however, that the signal was probably strong enough to detect them if they left even the planet.

He would have to try and crack it open once they were out of the guard's hearing range, see what was inside, hopefully that didn't set off any alarms. Placing it at his side, Ahras eyed Scenay, uncomfortable with his authoritativeness. Ahras began to feel more and more terrified, his face turning an eggshell white. He wasn't a criminal, he wasn't a murderer, he wasn't going to kill someone, he was going to have to get out, he had to leave.

"Uhh... are there any pirates in this system?" he suddenly blurted out, having no idea what he was even talking about. "I-I mean, is our uh... t-target... a pirate?" he began mentally beating himself for saying something so stupid.

Justice League: Rising from the Ashes

@Almosegosum@Master Crim

The flash of the grenade, while unable to completely blind him due to his goggles, was enough to cause Khnemu to recoil in displeasure. A shot struck him in the chest, sending out sand mixed with blood. After a moment of standing, Khnemu collapsed, clutching the wound.

"These damned sorcerers... Malacoda Zatanna! Hold a second whilst I die." Khnemu stated matter-of-factly, a moment later he keeled over and stopped breathing.

A minute or so after that, he sat up and brushed himself off. Cracking his neck and massaging his temple, he tossed his wraps at one of the bombers, smacking him into the nearby wall. Noticing the other as he ducked into cover, he floated off his feet and dashed after him.

"These might be those men you were searching for, Malacoda Zatanna, I will neutralize the other to the best of my ability." He managed to get out before moving to his full speed.

Justice League: Rising from the Ashes

@Master Crim Oh... okay, sorry.

DC Universe REBIRTH iCheck

@The Kid Lantern Well he has a regent in his place while he's out. And no, the phantom gauntlets aren't a thing in the comics, i was inspired by Zod's depiction in injustice, where he has prominent gauntlets and controls the phantom zone.

DC Universe REBIRTH iCheck

Nah, I have a good idea for Zod, speaking of...

Sheet

Character Reimagined: General Dru-Zod

Secret ID: King Dru-Zod I "The Conqueror" of Rann

Age: 102

Powers: Kryptonian physiology grants him:

-Superior strength
-Flight
-Heat Vision
-Weakened resistance to all forms of damage
-Freezing breath
-Weakened super-speed

His Phantom Gauntlets grant him:

-Power over the Phantom Zone and all its inhabitants.
-Object summoning.
-Teleportation.

Weaknesses: -Reliance on the Phantom Zone has sapped his natural resistance, meaning he is much more easily damaged than other Kryptonians.
-Overuse of the Phantom Gauntlets is fatal, even to a Kryptonian.
-Normal Kryptonian weakness to Kryptonite.
-Loses power under a red sun.
-Advanced age due to Phantom Gauntlet use.
-Addiction to the use of the Phantom Gauntlets

Personality: Though once arrogant and narcissistic, Zod has mellowed considerably over the course of his kingship, becoming less of a tyrannical braggart and more like a lazy dictator. Still arrogant and with a narcissistic streak, Zod believes in his superiority over all others but secretly doubts his own ability due to his aging body and addiction to the Phantom Gauntlets. As a king, he is well known for his quick and brutal enforcement of justice, but he is also known as a hero to the Rannite people, something that amuses Zod more than he'd like to admit. Zod has began to warm to his people, and sees them as his charge, as such, he will protect them with his life.

Appearance:

Battle Armor

BRIEF Bio: Dru-Zod was the son of Kyptonian scientists. As a youth he discovered his father was a brutal serial killer, abducting young men and murdering them after brutal torture. Enraged not by the fates of his father's victims, but by his father's malicious mis-use of his power, Zod killed his father and hid his corpse.

As he grew, he became acquainted with Jor-El, scientist of renown and heavily connected to the military high command through his research and development of weaponry. With heavy recommendation from Jor-El, Zod rose through the Kryptonian army, eventually becoming high commander and general of all Kryptonian forces. Zod, however, began to fear a neighboring race known as the Char, as the military's highest authority, he quickly forged a declaration of war and marched on the Char home-world. Despite their victory, Zod's army was devastated.

Feeling no regret for his actions, Zod argued intensely when accused of treason, eventually he was found guilty, but Jor-El cried for mercy, allowing Zod the chance to escape. Spending years wandering through space, Zod discovered the Phantom Gauntlets, former Kryptonian weapons thrown to space due to the dangers they posed on the user. Taking them, Zod felt emboldened, and his desire for power became all consuming. Zod, frothing at the prospect of being a king, entered the nearest planet and conquered it singlehandedly. As the years go by, Zod becomes more and more mellow, recalling Jor-El's showing of compassion that saved his life, and resolving to use his immense power for the good of his people. Discovering a Kryptonian living on Earth, Zod traveled there with his Rannite entourage, aiming to find himself a successor.

Notes: The main point of divergence in this Zod's story is his murder of his father, not adopted by the house of El due to his mother surviving, he lacked the resentment towards Jor-El that he had in our timeline, allowing him to discover compassion and escape Krypton without being in a bottle.

DC Universe REBIRTH iCheck

Fuckit, I'll join this, thinking The Return of the Legendary Fission, a true American hero. something to do with Zod, I love me some Zod.

Hitchhiking Through Space

Ahras let out a squeak when Scenay noticed him, though he slowly left the cell as asked, listening to the man speak with wide eyes and tented fingers. Ahras twitched at the mention of his identity being withheld, he had no idea who could want to hide his identity, hell, he didn't even know why he was so terrified of everyone.

Eyeing the rest of the group with a contemptuous expression on his face, though his eyes probably betrayed at least a bit of his fear, if his actions hadn't already done that. As he heard the end of Scenay's proposition, he gulped, it seemed like he had little choice in the matter, it was either go with him or probably die.

"I-I'm Ahras, I think, I'm a pilot, if you need that, I can also fix things... I think. M-my memory's not doing too... too well." He said meekly, using what he did remember to sell himself. Hopefully he wouldn't end up having to actually fight, he couldn't help but feel terrified of fighting.

Examining the others, Ahras' eyes shifted to the bald man, perhaps even thinner than Ahras himself, he stared for a long while, studying his odd face and gangly body. He could tell that the man was something... different, someone that Ahras should be careful around. When the man's head turned his direction, Ahras averted his eyes and stared at his feet. He definitely was in a bad spot, he clinged to his jacket, pulling it closed in the front as to cover his face.

"D-do you have a scarf i could borrow?" He asked the security guard.

@LeonVon