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Unexpected braingasm just now:
In Novel #4 of the Reunion'verse, which has been titled Mirror Image, there will be the following line:
"Martha Kent is building an army."
And it's not quite what you think...
*cackles evilly*
ETA:
“Sir, all our intelligence indicates that Martha Kent is building an army.”
Dru-Zod turned to face the nameless minion. “What?”
The minion swallowed nervously. “Martha Kent is building an army in Smallville. All the…afflicted. To oppose you.”
The minion backed up a few steps at the power of Dru-Zod’s angry look. His lord had immolated people for less. “A-a-and her son is leading it. My lord.”
“Martha Kent has no son.”
He swallowed nervously again. “Um, he’s one of the afflicted - we’re not sure yet what his power is, but he stands out, um, because he’s bald. My liege.”
He started feeling warm under Dru-Zod’s gaze and began to worry for his life. But instead of blasting him with heat-vision, his lord turned and destroyed several pieces of furniture with an unholy scream of rage before turning back. Dru-Zod was then instaneously at the nameless minion’s face, gripping his shoulders so hard that he knew he would have bruises - but then it didn’t take much for any of the Kryptonian overlords to do so. He was used to it.
Dru-Zod stared him in the eyes. “That human has vexed me for the last time. Find Luth-Or and bring him to me. He will pay for his disobedience with his life.”
“Yes, my liege.”
“And if you do not bring him to me,” his lord finished, “you will share his fate. Painfully. Slowly.”
In Novel #4 of the Reunion'verse, which has been titled Mirror Image, there will be the following line:
"Martha Kent is building an army."
And it's not quite what you think...
*cackles evilly*
ETA:
“Sir, all our intelligence indicates that Martha Kent is building an army.”
Dru-Zod turned to face the nameless minion. “What?”
The minion swallowed nervously. “Martha Kent is building an army in Smallville. All the…afflicted. To oppose you.”
The minion backed up a few steps at the power of Dru-Zod’s angry look. His lord had immolated people for less. “A-a-and her son is leading it. My lord.”
“Martha Kent has no son.”
He swallowed nervously again. “Um, he’s one of the afflicted - we’re not sure yet what his power is, but he stands out, um, because he’s bald. My liege.”
He started feeling warm under Dru-Zod’s gaze and began to worry for his life. But instead of blasting him with heat-vision, his lord turned and destroyed several pieces of furniture with an unholy scream of rage before turning back. Dru-Zod was then instaneously at the nameless minion’s face, gripping his shoulders so hard that he knew he would have bruises - but then it didn’t take much for any of the Kryptonian overlords to do so. He was used to it.
Dru-Zod stared him in the eyes. “That human has vexed me for the last time. Find Luth-Or and bring him to me. He will pay for his disobedience with his life.”
“Yes, my liege.”
“And if you do not bring him to me,” his lord finished, “you will share his fate. Painfully. Slowly.”