"Hello, son or daughter of Krypton." The hologram's eyes aren't focusing, just staring in the direction he was looking in when he.. recorded this. That's a shame. I was mildly hopeful that we'd be getting another neural clone out of this. "If you're seeing this message, then at least one of us had the sense to overcome the Science Council's edict of isolation." He smiles ruefully, looking down for a moment before returning his eyes to the camera. "Or perhaps we were all very lucky, everyone came to their senses and I'm cringing as the Military Council watches this after I recovered the Doomsday myself." He sags slightly. "No. No. I won't even dare hope that has occurred. The demographics are too.. against us."
So, which live-action Zod are
you picturing? Personally, I'm going with the
DCEU performance. Which adds a fun accent to it.
Kara's eyes are wide. "I didn't think this was real."
"But, you're here. I am or more likely was Admiral Dru-Zod of the Kryptonian Stellar Navy. This was my flagship, the Doomsday. I instructed it to entomb itself on a world far enough from Krypton that the Eradicators would struggle to find it in the hope that it would one day be returned to service. It is yours. If practical, I would urge you to use it as a reminder of the power and majesty of the Kryptonian military. Return it to Krypton and inspire our people to seize the stars once again. But given what I have done, I could hardly blame you if you wanted nothing to do with them."
Wonder what Amalak would make of this if he saw it.

Is that
remorse Dru is showing?
"In either case, please take the time to examine my records. I loaded everything I could on strategy and tactics onto the Doomsday's computers, as well as records of every battle the navy ever fought. Do not waste this vessel's potential. May Rao shine upon you."
The hologram bows, and the fades away.
Probably a good thing it's not an intelligent engram. Do you
really want to deal with him?
Ak-Var takes a step towards the controls, then hesitates and looks to Superman to approval. Superman shrugs. "I've never flown a kryptonian warship before. Have you?"
"Not a warship, but I've flown an air car a few times. It's basically the same." He glances at a console slightly to the side. "As long as I don't touch the weapons." He leans slightly closer to them, then his eye widen. "Great Krypton that's a lot of weapons."
I bet the entire list is subdivided into
folders, too.
Superman pulls back slightly. "Maybe we should let Har-Zod check it over, first." He studies the console for a moment. "Now let's.. see. Fleet communications are…"
He presses two buttons and moves his right forefinger in a squiggle across a touchpad. "Har-Zod, are you reading me?"
Simple enough, but given that the computer is probably
fully open to them as programmed...
"Yes, Kal-El. I am in communication with the Doomsday's computer now. Some areas are.. partitioned, and I'm afraid that if Dru-Zod locked them under his own codes it would be prohibitively difficult for me to access them."
"I don't really need Krypton's state secrets."
And just for fun, I've been imaging Har as the classic Donner Zod. Terence Stamp for the classy win.
"Sorry to.. bother you, but do you have access to medical records?"
"Yes..? Why do you ask?"
Ooh, good thought, OL. Getting more data on the kryptonian genome for your deal is always a bonus.
"A Daxamite has asked me to undo what Kem-El did to them, and I'd like access to more kryptonian genetic samples so that I can make sure that I'm doing it correctly."
Superman looks at me sternly. Kara looks curious, then glances at Superman, then frowns at me. Ak-Var looks at the both, then looks confused. "What?"
You can tell Clark knows there's something more to it than what OL's saying. Quid Pro Quo, and so on.
Superman takes a moment to work out how to phrase it. "Orange Lantern… Sometimes…"
Kara sighs. "Sometimes he does things that make sense to him, but are a bit… Crazy."
Goes with the territory. Orange Rings aren't exactly centre of the Spectrum, after all.
Ak-Var raises his eyebrows. "Like letting people out of the Phantom Zone?"
Superman shakes his head. "No, like trying to resurrect everyone his girlfriend murdered while she was an assassin and getting pulled into Hell as a result."
Ak-Var looks at me for confirmation, and I shrug apologetically.
Still, he came out of it with some benefits, so it wasn't a
complete waste.
"My hit ratio isn't all that great. And even the things that work out can create a lot of work. But it this case I'm undoing Kem-El's work on three people. Kryptonians and daxamites are near enough genetically identical anyway. It's a handful of chemicals and I think I've already worked out how to do it. But with more examples I can be sure that I'm not just altering what would be part of the natural variation in the kryptonian species."
And again, getting someone else to check your lab-work. Don't want this going poorly, after all.
Kara frowns. "Why are you having anything to do with them?"
"Because I want to know what Vandal Savage was doing there, and there's a fairly small number of people who can tell me."
Superman frowns faintly. "If Arsenal's already got his ship, why does it matter?"
Because, Clark, he was up to
something, and OL wants to
know what.
"Because of their reliquaries. Boom tubes bypass most interdiction systems. He could have flown in and picked up just about anything. Including a copy of the main Eradicator Program or Eradicator androids. Or it might not even have been Savage; for the Orange Lantern Corps I need to confirm that it wasn't Grayven. I mean…" I look him in the eye. "What do you think I'm going to do with kryptonian genetic data? Give it to Lex?"
Like he hasn't already got at least a
partial sample of Clark's DNA already?
Kara's face-.
"Oh, come on!"
Lex hardly needs anything from OL to, say, make a killer virus that only targets Kryptonians. He wouldn't use it, because that sort of thing
rarely works as intended.
Superman shrugs awkwardly. "I wasn't until you said it. But I guess he's already got my DNA anyway."
"I'm not giving it to Lex Luthor."
Yeah, unlike in the Renegade universe, LEx is still a hostile party, no matter how civil their conversations.
Kara squints. "Are you going to use it on yourself? Because-."
"Juhgh-. Kara, you know perfectly well that you can't just.. plug alien genes into an organism. I'd have to-."
...Completely build an entirely new body and transfer his soul into it. That would be the easiest way, but the change in biochemistry would be unpredictable.
She giggles, putting her right fist over her mouth. Superman's smiling too.
"Oh yes, very funny. Can I?"
Ah, they were just stirring shit.
Superman nods. "Go ahead."
Orange strands connect me to the computer system as I go looking for the data.
Hardly a difficult task. With root access to the systems... I wouldn't be surprised if he could hack the secure servers.
"I mean, I can research kryptonian-human genetic compatibility. I just stopped once Kon was happy with his body."
Superman shakes his head. "I… Think that's one kind of mad science you can leave to Luthor."
Hey, Conner
is still a bit of a biological kludge, no matter how tuned up he is right now.
"Are you sure? I suspected that you'd want me to do that research eventually. Assuming that you and Miss Lane intend to have children."
"Don't take this personally, Paul. But if I can find anyone else who can help us with that, I'll ask them first."
His business, OL. Kind of rude to poke your nose in.
"Files acquired."
"Very well. I believe that Doctor Sivana has a hole in his schedule."
Superman freezes for a moment. "Okay. Nearly anyone."
Not so much fun when you're the one getting their shit stirred, eh?
And show me the genes… Uh, this is mostly minor genetic tailoring the kryptonian navy gave its personnel. Useful, particularly as the retroviruses used are probably similar to what Kem-El used. But I think I need more. I might have offered him a beacon but I'd much rather get this right the first time.
Especially given that Kem-El's retrovirus had a high lethality rate. Getting your informant or his family dead isn't going to work too well.
Where else can I get-? Ugh, right, but what could I give him that he'd actually want?
I turn to the kryptonians. "Do you want me to delete the files when I'm finished?"
Let me guess. Amalak is the most likely to have samples on Kryptonian DNA around, likely in the form of his enemies' bones?
Superman shakes his head. "No, that's… Okay. We should probably have a backup somewhere anyway."
"Alright. Hopefully I'll be back to report to the League in half an hour or so." I look at Ak-Var. "Enjoy your driving lessons."
And try not to back into any moons. That'd leave a bit of a dent ion both of you.