Krypton

The first fleet of our space-faring ships is complete.

It is time for Krypton to take its rightful place

in the universe as conquerors.

I want our son to be an El.

They'll be telling the story of Jor-El.

Trust us, son, we...

The best of Krypton will be preserved

within the blood of the Els.

- No! - No!

The mythical beast of the Outlands has been brought to heel.

To weaponize it, I need...

Complete control.

We're never going to find a way to be together.

Especially now.

Lyta's death, her reconditioning.

None of that is your fault.

We need to focus on stopping Dru-Zod.

We cannot let him spread more misery

and destruction across the universe.

What about her?

She is a mother looking for her son.

He's off somewhere up to no good.

That's very likely true.

What about them?

Oh, they are lovers, clearly. Star-crossed.

Very star-crossed by the looks of things.

Well, she is a Word of Rao, actually,

tempted away from her pious devotion to the cloth

by her passionate love for a scrappy rankless smuggler.

Scrappy?

I would say he's dashing and roguishly handsome

to say the least.

She seems to think so.

She sneaks down here every chance she can get to see him,

but...

it can be hard.

And they get through, though?

I mean, for now.

But their love is tragically fated.

They know they'll never truly be together,

because...

they live separate lives.

They could change that, though.

If they wanted to.

So I suppose they could

leave everything behind,

run away to Kryptonopolis,

and squat in some abandoned hovel?

Sounds all right to me.

- Let's do it. - Sure.

I'm serious. Let's do it.

Seg, my mother would hunt us down and kill us both.

And I would defend you to my dying breath,

which, against your mother, would come almost immediately.

But I don't care.

Let's do it, Lyta. Let's just be together.

Do you think we're doing the right thing?

I mean, we don't know anything about Kryptonopolis.

And what are we gonna eat?

Where are we gonna live?

It's all right. We'll figure it out.

We have the rest of our lives.

Lights.

Well, this is nice.

So when do the people who actually live here

come back and have us arrested?

They won't.

And you know this because...

Because I have this.

That's my mother's. She...

She wore that at her binding.

How do you have this?

She gave it to me,

when I told her I wanted to bind with you.

I don't understand.

I decided to get ahead of the whole

"being hunted down by the Primus of the Sagitari" thing.

You spoke to my mother.

It might surprise you to learn the great Jayna-Zod

was not immune to my charms.

Well, that does surprise me immensely.

Well, it's true.

Seg, your rank.

She helped me get it back.

She even helped me get this apartment.

We don't have to leave anything behind anymore.

We can have it all.

Just like you always wanted, Lyta.

So?

Lyta-Zod, would you make me the happiest man on Krypton

and bind with me?

Yes.

Yes. Yes!

Scan Space X 2149 for any signs of Brainiac's Skull Ship.

Seg.

Okay, scan 2683 and 2684 .

- Okay, we're going to start again. - Seg, stop.

- Scan our home Sector 2813 . - Seg!

You've been at this for hours.

You've scanned as far as the deep space sensors can go

and found nothing.

What can I do, Nyssa?

Because I have to do something.

You can face the truth.

Brainiac is gone and so is our son for now.

But searching the cosmos sector by sector

will take a thousand cycles and it will not bring Jor back.

I am so sorry, Nyssa.

I promised that I would do everything in my power to keep our son safe.

It wasn't enough.

You know...

the first time I saw you hold him...

the three of us together...

a part of me felt like it was too good to be true.

We're not giving up.

Not ever.

Who said anything about giving up?

I will raze the universe before giving up on Jor.

Your grandfather,

you said in the Phantom Zone,

he saw Brainiac's potential futures.

We have to talk to him.

We've tried to contact Wegthor a dozen times.

They've gone completely dark.

Well, then we have to find a way to get there.

What's happened here?

Administering hell-blossom.

- Subject has returned to baseline. - Again.

Your lack of progress is disappointing.

Walk with me.

Something is weighing on your mind.

- What is it? - Sir, I...

It's Brainiac's ship.

Why did it just disappear and what does it mean for Kandor?

I don't know.

There is nothing to fear, Lis-Ser.

If Brainiac ever returns,

we'll be ready because we will have Doomsday.

That is why we must control him at any cost.

So...

Why hasn't it been done?

We have successfully accessed Doomsday's cerebral cortex,

but imprinting your voice, so he will answer to your commands,

those commands will not take hold unless we can find a way

to keep his mind in a suggestive state.

A problem you will solve.

Doomsday has grown immune

to every psychoactive drug known to Krypton.

What about something not known to Krypton?

Toxin...

feeds on the pleasure centres of the brain?

Does such a toxin even exist?

- Would it work? - I'd have to analyse it.

Can you acquire some?

Come with me.

What is that thing?

It's called a Black Mercy.

It's a parasitic plant from another world.

I discovered it within Val-El's Fortress.

It creates an entire alternate reality in the mind of its host.

And who is its host?

My mother.

No, it can't be.

Lyta-Zod died on Wegthor.

No.

It was her clone.

What do you think?

Do I look ready?

You're more than ready, Lyta.

I've never seen you look more beautiful or more like yourself.

There's just one final tradition.

So many traditions.

It's a wonder anyone ever gets on with a binding at all.

Traditions remind us of what's important.

This garment represents the joining of two lives into one.

For their Houses, for Krypton, for Rao.

But most importantly,

for themselves and their love for one another.

Thank you, Mother.

What for?

I know this isn't the life you wanted for me,

leaving Kandor and the Sagitari, binding with Seg.

But everything you've done for him, for us...

and the fact that you're here,

standing by my side despite it all...

it just means so much.

Seg is a good man.

I see the same strength in him as I saw in your father.

The same resilience.

And occasionally, the same audacity.

You have no idea.

The only life I want for you,

the only one worth fighting for is the one that makes you happy.

I am happy.

No one should have to know the pain you're feeling.

I'm truly sorry for both of you.

We tracked your skimmer from the Outpost.

We came with news from Kandor, but we understand...

What's happened?

Zod has announced the first fleet of his interstellar ships is complete.