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Zod's plan is to conquer
the entire universe,

colonize other planets,
rule over their people.

We already have a plan.

Wegthor, home of our resistance.

- If Brainiac escaped...
- Then maybe Seg did, too.

You killed Brainiac?

All my life, all you
have done is made me afraid.

Jayna, Vidar, you will
follow in the footsteps

of those who have
come before you,

or you will die trying.

Don't leave me here!
Jayna!

Jayna, Jayna.

How long do we wait for Nyssa?

We don't. She's either
captured or dead, Val.

It is time for
this resistance to end,

and I need you to
convince him of this.

- And if I refuse?
- I will raise young Cor-Vex myself.

No, no!

Shithead detected.

You little candy asses
ain't felt nothing yet.

It's been six months,
and we are still

no closer to locating Doomsday.

Where are we looking?

Sensors picked up something
around Sector 2...

Probably nothing.

Let's get in closer.

Hold on, I think
I have something.

Where'd it go?
Did we lose it?

I can't see it on the...

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- It's Val-El.
- That's Jax-Ur.

- Sir, thank you.
- Commander, thank you.

We're glad you're here.

Sir, thank you.

Commander, sir.

That bastard down there has
stolen our better tomorrow.

We're stealing it back!

Adam. Adam.

Adam.

Adam!

Wouldn't bother trying
to get out of those chains.

Never going to happen.

This one?
Nah, you're right.

Not disco enough for
a big boy like you, is it?

Ah...

This one.

Oh, he's awake.

Shh.

He's having
one of those happy dreams.

Wakey, wakey, hands off snakey.

Mmm, mmm, mmm,
ain't you a little cutie?

Oh, well, thank you.
I like to think so myself.

What's this?

- That's my...
- Don't care.

Right, what do you
say there, numbnuts?

Ready for some fun?

I think we should
define fun first.

Uh, and also, my name
is Seg-El, not "numbnuts."

Anything you say, Seagull.

So I was thinking
of getting my machete

and cutting
a teeny. Tiny little hole

right there next to your teeny,
tiny little belly button.

And then I was going to rip out

those pesky intestines of yours,

'cause, I mean, who needs them?

Uh, yeah, no, yeah, I need them.

Listen, uh, I don't know
who you are...

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
That's a joke, right?

He's a funny guy, right?
He's a funny guy.

Yeah, he is.

Doesn't know who I am.
That's good, I like it.

Almost had me going there
for a second.

No, I'm being serious.
I don't know who you are.

You're in the presence
of The Main Man.

The Main Man?
Really?

Come on!

Assassin to Royalty?
Scourge Of The Cosmos?

The Last Czarnian?
Ultimate Bastich?

Machete Man, Mister Machete,
Master Machete?

Mister Frag, Master Frag?

Archbishop of the
First Celestial Church

of the Triple Fish-God?

None of this is ringing a bell?

Son of a bastich!

Everyone knows who I am.

Wow, okay.

The name's Lobo.

Thank you!

So you have heard of me, yeah?

So then you'll know what
my name means, yes?

No?

It means "he who devours
his enemies' entrails

and enjoys it."

I'm just jerkin'
your gherkin, man.

I have no idea what it means.

I killed my parents before
they could tell me, so...

Listen, uh, Lobo.

Uh, we don't want
to waste your time.

So I got to tell you,
I think you got the wrong guys.

I know I've got
the wrong fraggin' guys!

I know.

It's why I'm going to use
your intestines

to strangle
this saucy little minx.

And then I'm going to
crack open his head

and drop a big old dirty deuce
inside his skull.

I'm... I'm sorry. I'm having
a really hard time here

understanding how those connect.

I mean, just the sheer
fraggin' spectacle of it all

ought to loosen up
old Seagull's tongue over there

so he can tell me where the
frag the Green Gooch is!

Wait! Wait.
Let me say just one thing.

Is it good-bye?
Better make it good-bye.

It'd make more sense
if it was good-bye.

How about Brainiac?

That's who you're
looking for, right?

The Green Gooch?
It's Brainiac.

You know, I've been
spending a long time

looking for that a-hole.

And then something activates

the shithead scanner
I left here,

and when I arrive,
what do I find?

You two ass-smears
and no Brainiac.

Now, why is that?
Because he's dead.

I killed him.
You?

With your long eyelashes
and your beautiful, soft skin

and that beautiful smell...
You smell like a meadow, nah.

It's a true story.
He really did.

I-I can vouch for him.

I can take you
to the body if you want.

Counter proposal...
You tell me where his body is,

or I paint the forest floor
with your medulla oblongata.

No, no, no, no, no.
That's not going to happen.

See, we're going
to take you to the body,

you're going to let us go,

and nothing is going
to get painted.

Huh?
Sound like a deal?

Fine!
Have it your way.

But fair fraggin' warning.

If there is no body there
when I arrive,

best believe there will
be two when I leave...

as in you and pretty pants
over there.

- Oh, that sounds fair.
- Watch your eyes.

Report just in...

Doomsday took out two of our
skimmers in the Outlands.

Both pilots were killed.

Comm chatter suggests
they engaged first.

Well, we knew capture
would be a challenge.

But at least we have a...
A challenge?

They didn't stand a chance,
and neither pilot knew

they were signing up
for a suicide mission.

They were Sagitari.

Like you and I,
they knew the risk.

Speak your mind.

Doomsday aside,

our casualties on Wegthor
are absolutely unacceptable.

And it's because they are not
Sagitari like you and I,

not even close.

They are ex-Rankless conscripts,

and slapping a uniform on them

and handing them a blaster
doesn't change that.

- What do you propose?
- Send me up there.

Let me assess their abilities,

better integrate them
with more seasoned Sagitari.

Give me a chance.

I can get them into shape, and
we can finally end this war.

You're right.

For many of them,
basic training was rushed...

by necessity.

That needs to change.

And I agree, you would make
an excellent instructor...

but here, in Kandor.

No, no that's not
what I'm saying.

I know what you're saying,
and this is me saying no.

Yes, General.

Lyta.

I can't have anything
happen to you up there.

I need you close.

Besides, with the plan
we've put in motion,

the battle for Wegthor will soon be over,

and the Resistance will be shattered.

So you can breathe
on the surface.

You've got a long hike
ahead of you.

The Rebels are that way.

Oh, I'm sorry, did I stutter?

Move!

And not a word of a lie...

That mother-fragger
gets my entire city

and puts it inside
a fraggin' bottle!

A bottle.
Yeah, Brainiac will do that.

I ain't finished.
I ain't finished.

So what happens next?

Oh, well, that's a great
question... thank you for asking.

After that,
the moldy douche-baguette

proceeds to destroy
my entire fraggin' planet,

and then... get a load of this...

Then pisses off in his massive,

clearly "overcompensating
for something" ship.

Wait, Brainiac killed
your entire race?

Exactly.
Well, ye... no.

Truth be told,
they were already dead.

I kind of created a swarm
of scorpion-rattlers

to kill them all.
Mmhmm.

You know what the worst
thing is, though?

I'd just gotten the joint just
the way I like it, you know?

Head off planet for a
little assassination vacation,

only to return home to find
that there is no home.

My home, gone.

You know,
I can relate with that.

- Yeah, you can?
- Yeah.

When I got back, same thing...
Don't care.

Probably not much further now.

It's about 7.29 minutes.

Hey, and once we get to him,
we say our good-byes.

Right, that's the deal.
That's the deal.

The Main Man
always keeps his word.

Right, we get back to Krypton.

Oh, did you just say Craptown?

- No, I said...
- Craptown!

You make me laugh, man.
He's from Craptown!

Hey, you're funny, man.

Craptown... sounds like
a musical with puppets.

"Oh, hello, my name's Seagull,

and I'm the mayor of Craptown."

"Hello, Seagull."

I'd watch the shit
out of Craptown.

Wait.

What's the rush?

What's so special
about Craptown?

Well, for a start,

it's 19.138 million
light-years from here.

Oddly specific...

but okay.

How did you know that?

I don't know.

Remember the story
Father used to tell us?

He told us a lot of stories.

- The one about the fire bird.
- Flamebird.

That's the one.

It was a Raoist creation story.

Rao was father to all the gods,

but Flamebird and her brother,
Vohc, were his first.

Vohc was charged
with building the world

and Flamebird
with burning it all down.

Can you remember why?

It was all about rebirth.

The cycle
would constantly repeat.

The world would be cleansed
through Flamebird's fire,

then replenished
once Vohc rebuilt it.

With each cycle,
Vohc was inspired

to reimagine his work,
striving for perfection,

until, finally...

they created the planet Krypton
we know today.

And that is why you never
mistake passion

for strength.

Who's next?

Come on, nothing
to be afraid of.

This is how we build Sagitari...

Practice, regimen,

discipline, training.

One session,
one movement at a time.

We build our skills.

We build our resolve.

You.
Me?

Do I have to come
and drag you down myself?

Hand-to-hand
or a weapon of your choice.

Never hesitate.

It gives your opponent
the advantage.

Get up.

Is that all you've got?

- Ask for mercy!
- No.

Ask for mercy!

Yes, mercy!

Well, Seagull,
I take it all back.

It looks like Brainiac was
shit-panned and mined for gold.

Just got to double-check, see?

Piss off.

Is it... maybe check it again.

Yeah, check... check it again.

He's not going to find Brainiac.

What?

He's not going to find Brainiac.

- Why? Where is he?
- Here's my problem, boys.

The sensor isn't registering
any Brainiac.

But the scanner...

the shithead scanner told me
that he is on this planet.

So, once more,
with a cherry on top,

where the frag is he?

- Um, I think he knows.
- Wow.

Let me try and explain
something to you ladies.

You see, you didn't keep
your part of the bargain,

which means that I have
to gut one of you

while the other tries
really hard

to answer my first question.

The second question being...

whose insides will become
their outsides first!

- Whoa, whoa, hey!
- You?

- Hey, unsubscribe!
- Don't do this.

We don't have to do this...
Shut up!

I told you,
I'm a man of my word.

Huh?

Well, well, well...

How about that
for a fraggin' twist?

It looks like Brainiac...

is in you.

We have the advantage
in the tunnels,

but we're no match topside.

We need to
draw them underground,

make them fight on our terms.

Agreed, but our men need
food, rest, medical attention.

Nyssa?
Nyssa!

It's okay, it's okay.
She's with us.

Oh. Oh.

We thought we'd never
see you again.

What's happened to you?

You look a sight.
Are you all right?

Dru-Zod sent me up here
to be his eyes and ears.

- Tell us what you mean.
- He has Cor-Vex.

- She's Zod's spy.
- He took my baby.

I need your help
to get him back.

Please.

I know you may not believe me,

but Zod gave me no choice.

I would never betray you.

There's
some information that I have.

I think it could help the cause.

Well, all right.
Tell us what it is.

Sensors on Krypton show

that there's going to be
a solar flare today.

Its radiation will temporarily
disable all communication

for about two hours.

Zod has been using
these flares as windows

to bring in more supplies.

He is planning on moving them
across the southern perimeter.

And how did you come about
this information?

A Sagitari in Kandor...

still loyal to my father...

even after his death.

Daron is dead?
What happened?

Executed in cold blood
by Lyta-Zod.

You were right.
It was a trap.

That's how they got me.

They used my father as bait.

Nyssa, I'm sorry.

I know your relationship
with Daron was...

complicated, but...

I doubt it makes it any easier.

If this information about
the solar flare is true,

it could be very useful to us.

I'll look into it.

Don't let her out of your sight.

You know what
surprises me, Seagull?

That Brainiac chose you
for a campground.

Honestly, I would have bet
on the hot blonde.

We don't have to do this, Lobo.

We could just
talk this out, calmly.

Nope, nada, no can do,
decision made.

I am going to stomp
the Green Gooch

right the frag out of you.

I don't think
you want to do that.

You thought wrong, Seagull.

Whoo!
Two for two.

How'd you do that?

I think I have
telekinetic powers!

Oh, little loud...

Your mouth didn't move.

Holy shit.
I have telepathy, too.

Ah!
Really?

Hey!

Is that it?

Not even close.

Brainiac, if you're in there,

I've come here to find you
and put you in a world of hurt.

Damn, Seagull.

I was going to kill you last.

Oh, well.

Shh, shh, shh, shh.

You're my little pony now.

It looks as though
your intel was right.

The Sagitari supply line...

Food, oxygenators,
medical supplies...

Originates from the Elevator

and cuts a large southerly loop
to drop-off points throughout.

So we'll divert
a faction to the south

and target the weakest part
of their supply chain.

If this works, it will be
a much-needed victory.

Glad to hear it.
And it will work.

We'll know soon enough.

I'm sorry about all this.
No need.

I would have done
the same thing.

It's war.

It is.

Since I last saw you,

everything has
turned upside down.

With my father, with Cor-Vex...

Just try to stay strong.
We will get your son back.

Did you find
what you were looking for?

In Bokos?

No.

And now I never will.

That's Daron.

Even in death,
he still manages to disappoint.

You must be tired
after your journey.

Rest, eat.

If you need anything, just ask.

Whoo!

Come on, Brainiac, show me
that little ugly mug of yours,

or I am going to
cut open your new home

from tip to taint
and drag you out myself.

No?

Have it your way.

Ouch.

Oh, God, I think I got some
Lobo juice went in my mouth.

You're welcome.

That's gross.
Why is he doing that?

Oh, yeah, that.

He's got this
healing-factor thingy.

He'll be brand-spanking-new in...

- 3.14 minutes.
- Okay, okay.

Yeah, shut up and run.

I always thought it was
a myth that Outlanders

could breathe out here without
respirators, but it's true.

Enough time out here, and your
physiology really does adapt.

If only we knew that back then.

I should have gone back for you.

I shouldn't
have listened to him.

I'm sorry.
You didn't have a choice.

Father didn't give us one,
did he?

Training us to be brutal,
vicious warriors.

Turning us against each other
to prove our worth,

to prove ourselves to him.

It's what I did to Lyta.

Of course my daughter
did this to me...

as I did what I did to you.

I refuse to perpetuate
that cycle.

The House of Zod builds killers!

I won't do it anymore.

That's enough for today.
Dismissed.

Cadet, stay a moment
after class?

Primus.

That was quite a turn
you gave me there.

You told us to give you
our best.

You don't know
what your best is yet.

What's your name?
LorRan.

And where are you from,
Cadet Ran?

Sector Six.

The Old Rankless District.

I-I knew someone
from there once.

He, uh... he meant a lot to me.

No. He wouldn't do that.

I'm sorry.

You're not him.

I thought we were...

What did I do?

You're not him.

Would you judge me if I told you
that I peed a little bit back there?

Because that guy
is a freaking psychopath.

I mean, I thought that
we were toast for sure,

till you opened up
a family-size can of whup-ass.

- Yeah, we got lucky.
- Lucky?

No, you're going to have to
do better than that.

I mean, what the hell, man?

You and Brainiac are,
like, together?

What's going on?
I'm not sure, okay?

I d-don't understand it myself.

Well, why don't you use a little bit of
that extra brain juice to figure it out?

I mean, we got to know
how this thing works.

Are you guys just sharing a body

- or DNA intertwined or...
- I don't know!

- I don't know.
- Okay.

I...
I can't remember anything.

Okay,
because it seemed different

to what happened
to Rhom and the Voice of Rao.

I mean, with them,
Brainiac definitely

had the wheel,
and they were just passengers.

But you with you,
it's... it's like...

Wait. You're...
you're in the driver's seat, right?

Yeah. Yeah.

Maybe.
I don't know.

Oh, God.

Hey, are you okay?

I don't know
if I'm gonna be able

to hold him off much longer.

Uh, okay.
How long you think you got?

How should I know, Adam?

Right, right.

2.37 hours.

Okay, that is
annoyingly precise.

It's all right.
We're going to be fine.

If anyone can
figure it out, it's...

You wouldn't happen to know

how to get in touch
with Val real quick, would you?

- What?
- No, we're fine.

It's fine, fine.

Just need to, uh, get
to that maniac's picnic spot

and get the Zeta-Beam.

It'll be fine.

I'm coming for you,
you bastiches!

Would you like to tell me
what happened?

I tried to find out
from Cadet Ran,

but he couldn't say
on account of his broken jaw,

amongst other injuries.

Will he be all right?

Depends.

Are you planning
on visiting him?

Then I expect he'll be fine.

For a moment, he...
He reminded me of someone.

And it faded, like... like
a memory just out of reach.

That person can't be replaced.

Can't be built over.

I look down at the city.

All of these changes...

It's truly visionary.

But where you see progress...

I see what
isn't there anymore...

what I've lost.

And sometimes
it's all I can see.

And, uh, I don't know
how to go on.

Wait right here.

This is how you go on.

This child...
is the future.

The child of Nyssa-Vex?
The child of SegEl.

Go on, hold him.

Seg sacrificed himself
because he believed in Krypton.

How could his...

sacrifice
possibly serve Krypton?

He's gone.
Because his legacy lives on...

In Cor, in me...

and in you.

We both lost
someone important to us...

someone irreplaceable.

But if you want to make
my father's sacrifice count...

if you want to heal the pain...

you must let go of the past.

Embrace the future.

Help me build a new one for Seg.

He looks just like his father.

Well...
here we are.

Time for me to continue
on my own.

Thank you.

I couldn't have come this far
without you, brother.

Good-bye, Vidar.

- Help you?
- I'll take a drink.

We're all out of everything.

Sure about that?

Sagitari scum
aren't welcome here.

You must be mistaking me
for someone else.

Rondor piss, you're Jayna-Zod.

Like I said, you've got
the wrong person.

And like I said,
you're Jayna-Zod.

Anyone else think I'm Jayna-Zod?

Didn't think so.

You're late.

You were meant
to check in hours ago.

It's not that easy. They have
a guard watching me full-time.

Did you pass on the information?

Yes, but they're still suspicious.

Then you need to
regain their trust quickly,

because I need you
to find the Codex

and then bring it to me.

Evening.

So this is where the drunks
and the derelicts are...

Hiding out in the snow when
there's a civilized society

just a skimmer's ride away.

Relax.

We're not sweeping up fugitives
for cannon fodder.

Today's a special assignment.

We're looking for a traitor.
Used to be one of our own.

Might even be some credits in it

for anyone offering assistance.

Jayna-Zod?

- Dev.
- Hello, Jayna.

Long time.

Got it.

All right,
let's get out of here.

Who knows how far away
that crazy bastard is?

Okay, this is it, buddy.

It's going to take
some cracker-jack timing.

You ready to
get back to Krypton?

- You can't do that.
- Whoa.

Your eyes are getting blacker
by the minute.

Is it still you in there?
Mostly.

Listen, Adam...

I can't go back to Krypton.
What?

What are you talking about?
Listen...

If we beam home
with Brainiac still in here,

then he's going to come with
us, and we can't risk that.

It must end for Brainiac here.

Okay.

We'll figure a way
to get him out of you,

and then we go.

Either that, or you kill me.

- What, what?
- You kill me.

You understand me?
No. No!

Adam, Adam,
this is bigger than me.

This is bigger than me.

I need you to promise.

I...