Infinite Justice: Beyond (Marvel,DC,DBZ X/Over, IC, Open)

[Confederation of imperial states]

Cataclysm 5
Armageddon canceled

Catarock's Mothership

The Large, sphere sized mothership of the proud Dathomiri invasion fleet, was currently under fire from within itself. Earth's defenders, previously thought weak, had infiltrated and had begun to destroy the Dathomiri systems, The Dathomiri troops inside, desperately trying to secure their own vessel as Men and Woman of Kryptonian, Martian, Human, and other origin laid down fire on them. Superman lifted a Dathomiri warhound off the floor of the large hangar, tossing it which crashed into 4 other warhounds, collapsing and destroying all of them. A large Squadron of dathomiri fighters attempted to flee through the open Hangar door, however as they started to pull of, John Stewart created a large wall construct blocking their path.

Guardian landed in the middle of the ship wide fray, trying to use his super hearing to hear a voice, a voice of one of his closest friends. Guardian heard the destruction of the Dathomiri forces, their war cries, the shouts of the Justice League and their fighting. Guardian quickly grabbed a giant gerdur standing up holding up a walkway, ripping it off the walkway collapsed with a large amount of Dathomiri soldiers, he then javelin tossed it, staking a Dathomiri warhound to the hangar door. Guardian continued to fight, but then, through the thunderous attacks, fighting, and death, he heard it.

"gotchya"

Guardian took off, smashing forcibly through the metal of the dathomiri vessel walls, crashing through hallways, some full of soldiers, some robots, continuing to race upwards. Guardian stopped hovering in a hallway level to where he had heard The Knight's voice, he then jetted left down the hallway, heading to the center of the ship, 'Come on, Come On Dammit' he thought desperately as he raced down the hallway. Guardian halted at full stop, the wind racing past him, hitting the dark metal door he hovered infront of. Guardian attempted to use his supervision, however the metal was too thick, Guardian promptly stuck his hands between the large space in the sliding doors, and ripped them off. Guardian landed, the lights in the room showing Catarock, partly slumped over, grasping the heart area of his chest.

Catarock Stared up at Guardian "stupid mortals",
Guardain smirked "you look pretty normal to me Catarock",
Catarock gritted his teeth, then began to cackle as he stared at Guardian, Guardian raised an eyebrow "what's so funny?",
"Oh Guardian, sadly with all your strength, you weren't strong enough to save your friend",
Catarock stared behind Guardian, Guardian turned, and grew a shocked and depressed face., "No....".

Guardian walked over, and knelt down to The Knight, who was laying face down on the floor. Guardian inhaled, the flipped him over, revealing the entire front of The Knight's armor was charred, with only a skeleton visible through the armor. Catarock Laughed, "You stupid Mortals, You'll gain nothing but death from saving your world, You're Fools!". Guardian stood up, then jetted forward at Catarock, grabbing his neck with one hand and raising a fist with the other. "do it, you pathetic weakling" Catarock mocked through the purple blood gushing from his mouth. Guardian was prepared to strike Catarock down, but before he could, a golden lasso wrapped around his wrist, pulling him backwards to the door, "Do not Guardian, it's what he wants". Guardian looked up to see Wonder Woman and Batman, both weary looking battle, but none the less intimidating. Guardian stood up, looking directly to his left at Catarock, "he's done for, the bleeding will kill him" Batman said stepping forward.

Catarock shook his head attempting to step off his chair, he stumbled forward, standing on one knee as blood dripped to the floor. Batman shook his head, acessing his comms as Wonder woman stepped forward, "A Worthy end for someone as evil as you". Catarock looked up at the Amazonian woman, "I...will....Come Back", with with his final breaths of air,Catarock fell back, collapsing on his chair, with blood and bile pouring out of his quickly deteriorating body. Wonder Woman shook her head, turning and staring down at The Knight, Guardian on one knee next to him. "I'm sorry for your friend, Guardian", Guardian shook his head, "please, It's Connor, Guardian is my title", Wonder Woman nodded but was caught offguard when a portal opened on the far side of the room, similar to the other ones.

The Dark Lord stepped out, walking up to Catarock's body he simply shook his head, "Tsk, Tsk, the cost of greed and Ego". The Dark Lord then took a few steps, standing infront of The Knight's corpse, "And Honorable sacrifice, however right now we have other pressing maters". Guardian looked up, "Like what?", "The Dathomiri are fleeing this planet, You need to get off this warship and back down to earth now". Wonder Woman interjected, "What's to stop them from coming back?', "The fact that a mere Mortal Knight took down their God King will tell them tothink twice about invading earth". Guardian picked up The Knight's corpse, "It's time to go" he said coldly, Wonder Woman nodded, following him and Batman.

As They left, The Dark Lord looked down at Catarock's corpse, "Told you, Boy".

Washington DC, Earth

Across the Planet, the teleportation Matrixes feel one by one, in Berlin, Washington DC, Shanghai, and finally Chad. As quick as they came, The Dathomiri vessels pulled out of earth's orbit, though leaving behind the destroyed ones, aswell as the Dathomiri forces who were unlucky enough to be left behind. It was only thanks to Earths victors, it's defenders, and the good men and women who stand up for it, that came through to stop the Cataclysm from becoming a reality.

Though many were left to wonder, was the cost in life, effort, and blood really worth the God Kind's greedy play?

Final post, Thank you to everyone who contributed, it was a fun little thing. You're free to continue Posting about the aftermath, or if you wan to make a post between Cata 4 & 5 feel free to do so.

[New Rob Halfordia]

As Xander finished speaking, Frost simply nodded, taking flight, expecting Xander to follow. Given their speed, they arrived to the ship in no time, and, as Frost landed his men threw up a salute, despite being scattered and disorientated from the battle that had taken place. The Arcosian stormed into the ship, assuming Xander would follow. Entering his throne room, two Arcosian guards saluted him, and Frost quickly questioned them, "So, how many Dragon Balls are we in possession of right now? Are we ready to make the wish?" he sternly questioned.

The guards responded promptly, "No Lord Frost, we only have 5 Dragon Balls in our possession, two are unaccounted for." the Arcosian said, with a hint of fear in his voice. There are reports of Saiyan and human activity on the planet, they likely wish to use the Dragon Balls for their own purposes."

Frost ages noticeably angry at this point, "How many of you does it take to protect these? You," he said, pointing to the Arcosian on the right, as powerful as the Majin Buu, "Go search for the rest before I do something you'll regret."

As the Arcosian flew out of the window, Frost turned to Alex, "We should probably go search as well. Can you use one of your powers to help hold the planet together?"

[Zarkenis Ultima]

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Jamie grinned and gave Cora a thumbs up as the cyborg thanked her for the transmitter, happy that she was able to help. After that, she simply stood back and allowed Cora to continue speaking to Andrew, asking him to plant the transmitter on the truck that was taking the prisoners away. Once Andrew had left, the Final Boss pulled another object out from inside her jacket, a larger device this time, with a screen displaying plenty of data, which included the transmitter's location and her own position in relation to it. The transmitter took a bit of time to activate, but once it was live and began moving away, Jamie smiled, glad that her plan had paid off. Seeing Cora rush to the car, she nodded and turned to Marybeth. "Here, use this to track 'em, you're the one who knows how to drive." She said, before following in Cora's footsteps and heading to the car.

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Sarah nodded at her younger sister as she told her that she had to rest and recover before even thinking of growing stronger and defeating the wizard. Sam was right; in her current condition, she wouldn't be able to accomplish much, and she'd probably be a burden if something happened. Of course, she didn't expect to take long to heal up, a fortunate side effect of her powers, but even so, she had to stay calm for the time being. Seeing Roy approach her and assure her that he would do what he could to help rescue John, the pale woman shook her head before looking at the boy. "It's not your fault. You don't have to do anything." She said, before patting him on the head. "You should go back to your family or your friends. They might be worried, if news about this incident spread." She stated, before looking at her sisters. "And on that note, we should get out of here. I don't want to deal with policemen, much less if they happen to recognize us."

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After Prototype had headed off and the Namekian civilians were far enough that the PTO troopers would not be able to pursue them before she was done with them, Black Sun ceased to fire off spears of sunlight as cover and instead drew her emerald sword from its special scabbard once again, enveloping herself in a barrier of solar energy that would prevent the blasts of the aliens from damaging her, since she was rather fragile in her 'dwarf' form, though she figured that there was no need to go further for the time being. With all preparations done, she dashed forward in order to meet her enemies, the nuclear energy expelled from the soles of her shoes propelling her at hypersonic speeds as she charged into the PTO formation, slashing away at them, each slice of the sword strong enough to end a life and nearly obliterate each enemy. After a while, she grew tired, and so, infusing her sword with solar energy, she watched it grow, now able to slash through several of her enemies at once. Before long, she was done with all the alien troopers nearby.

Sighing in relief at the fact that her job was done for the time being, she let her barrier drop, and then walked up to the corpse of one of the soldiers, a more or less resilient Arcosian. A strange object had survived the sword's energy, and she knelt down to pick it up. "What is this...?" She mused, her cybernetic mind analyzing the object and rapidly finding out its function. Before she could comment on it, though, something else distracted her.

"Wha-wha-what the hell?" She shouted as she watched a giant explosion not too far, in the direction of the cavern. Hurrying towards the source, she saw Prototype floating in the air, and a giant crater below. No PTO soldiers were anywhere in sight, so she assumed that he had taken care of them, but even so, it was surprising to see him pull off something like that all of the sudden. "Be more careful!" She told him. "You nearly blew up the cave!"

Floating down, she saw that, luckily, the cave had sustained no damage, at least yet, and so, she swiftly hurried inside to retrieve the Dragon Ball, heading outside just before the cave gave in to the tremors triggered by Prototype's Emerald Meteor and collapsed. Black Sun tossed the Dragon Ball towards Prototype.

"Alright, so we have two of these now, and I've got this thing." The female cyborg stated as she pulled out the small device from earlier. "It's a radar of sorts that tracks down the Dragon Balls, I think. We have two, and there's..." She observed it for a moment and raised an eyebrow. "...Five of them together somewhere? That's odd."

[Galnius]

snip

Marybeth took the device gingerly, and not so gingerly jumped into the car (who users doors anyway?). One problem she did have for a few seconds, however, was finding a place to put the tracking device's radar. You see, she wasn't the most tech savvy person ever, not the most organizer, so finding a place where she could see it without crashing or breaking it was quite difficult. Upon finding it, she started the car, screeching off after the van.

"Alright, so I need to stay close enough so that they don't get too start anything with the kids, but far enough not to be spotted..." She said to herself, muffling the sound of her car. "If anyone notices it stopping, let me know. I'm going to try and stay about... A mile or two away. Also... If someone could find cafés out the like nearby is stopping point, let me know. If rather not put my car in the way of collateral damage, so someplace close enough to run out fly or whatever would be best. Obviously, we'd do that after we see it stop..."

[The Republic of Atria]

"Hmm." Xander mused. Both at the treatment of that Frost gives his subordinates and the fact that he'd have to somehow hold a large planet together that he likely damaged on a fundamental level, and a physical level. "It's possible. But I believe the damage I caused was much more than physical. The laws of physics are no longer the absolute authority. I can bide time to keep the tectonic plates from sinking, but that's it. Get the Dragon balls as soon as possible. The sooner, the better. I've never used my powers like this before, so don't expect perfection." Xander said and took to the sky. He wasn't lying, he never used his powers to manipulate an entire planet before. Especially not one as big as Namek.

Sharks are born swimming. He thought to himself as encouragement as flew into orbit above the planet. The damage was worse than he thought. The core was unstable, causing magnetic anomalies, not to mention the intense earthquakes he didn't feel due to his flying. This all served to solidfy the fact that he should never use his full power like that. Breaking a planet just by existing was not something he wanted to do to his home. It took some psyching up, but he finally felt ready to try. Capping the volcanoes, and doing his best to keep the tectonic plates from shifting as much as he could. There was multitasking and then there was this. It was one thing to punch an evil tyrant in the head. It was another to keep a planet from falling apart on multiple conceptual levels.

[The Dark Brotherhood of Deros]

New Namek
Prototype smirked at Black Sun after she told him to be more careful. "What can I say? They were asking for it." He said, floating down to meet her. He caught the Dragon Ball, and then went to inspect the device. When Black Sun told him that there were five Dragon Balls in one spot, Prototype grimaced. "Hmm. It sounds like we have competition." He deduced.

"Think about it; five Dragon Balls in one spot? That can't be natural. Someone else on this planet is looking for them, and they're doing far better than we are. I think-" Prototype was cut off by a strange noise, and a purple cone of light appeared next to him. When it vanished there was a being standing where it was.

"Huh. That's quite the crater. Did you do that?" They asked. The being looked like a male, with Caucasian skin and blue eyes. his hair was black and very short, and he wore an unremarkable set of clothing comprised of a black trench coat, denim blue jeans, black shoes, and a white shirt.

"Yes, but who are you?" Prototype asked. The man smiled. "Hi, Names Conundrum. I was just passing through." He said.

[Zarkenis Ultima]

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Black Sun listened to Prototype state that there was probably someone else out there trying to gather the Dragon Balls and that they were the reason five of them were gathered in a single place. Truth be told, she didn't particularly care as long as they could get them; she was just here to kill time anyway. Having them together in one spot made it easier to get them, though she didn't know who exactly would be guarding it. Perhaps it would be that relatively large threat level she had detected, though she was no longer very interested in that anymore.

Either way, her thoughts were drawn elsewhere when someone arrived to their side from out of nowhere, seemingly using some teleportation power or mechanism. Raising an eyebrow, Black Sun inspected the new arrival. It was a man, with long blond hair and eyes that seemed to fluctuate between gold and purple, clad in an attire that would've been considered casual to inhabitants of Earth, though it was fairly alien to Black Sun, as she hadn't yet become very acquainted with Earth culture.

"It was him." She pointed at Prototype after the man who called himself Conundrum asked who had created the large crater. "And I'm Black Sun. Nice to meet you, Conundrum, but right now we have to go somewhere else. You can come if you want though." The cyborg told him, before turning to Prototype. "Come on, we've got two Dragon Balls, let's get the other five. If someone else is really collecting them they were probably going to come for us anyway." She said to the android, before lifting off and flying towards the location of the remaining five Dragon Balls, her solar powers propelling her at hypersonic speeds towards the area she saw on her radar.

[New Rob Halfordia]

As Namek slowly began to tear itself apart, deep in the recesses of a distant universe housed in an alternate reality, very similar to our own in all ways but population, a lone tyrant sat upon a throne of dark, cold metal, his visage obscured by the shadows cast in the dimly lit room he abided in. Chains hung from the ceiling, and blades adorned the walls. The king's gaze was fixed slightly upwards, a smile adorning his obscured face. An small Arcosian entered the room, "Master." it submissively said, dropping to one knee before the throne, "You requested my presence."

The figure on the throne stood, revealing a distinctly alien body, one that was all too similar to the Arcosian. "I have felt a great presence." the figure said, in a deep, haunting voice, "In my travels, I have visited countless universes, encountered near infinite numbers of my own being, cast upon a different reality. And, each one is more pitiful than the last. Those universes fell, along with the false gods that dared to take my name. However, for a brief moment just now, I experienced a... shift. As if reality had been torn asunder in a universe vastly distant from our own, and ever so briefly, it bridged the dimension you and I call home. This dimension."

The Arcosian henchman looked up at the figure anxiously, "Master, what are you saying?" he said, stuttering slightly, "Have you finally found one who can challenge you?"

The figure only continued to gaze outwards as the lesser being at his feet beckoned him to provide answers. "A challenge?" the king inquired back to his subordinate, "No. None challenge me. I have found sufficient entertainment. One who truly deserves to bear my name." the figure continued, stepping down the stair to the floor below, leaving his throne, "But in the end, he is nothing more than that. A deserving copy of myself. He has left a noticeable mark on his universe with the power he wields. And so yes, he is deserving not only to bear my name, but feel my wrath. And like the others, his universe shall fall at my hand. The unforgiving hand of the Destroyer..."

"God of Destruction Frost."

[Lavan Tiri]

THE SOLOMON AND MITOSIS SHOW
Midway City

Jet raced across the rooftops of Midway city, his rocket boots barely weighed down by the tons of money he was carrying. The robbery had gone smoothly, and by the time the League or Avengers showed up, he'd be long gone.

Ba-thwump!

He was slammed into the roof of an apartment complex. A pair of gloved hands entered his field of vision, and wrenched him over, onto his back. Above him was a young man, attired in a black suit and a white cape. The hero's face was hidden, and Jet sneered as he raised his pistol. "Hey handsome, how about I take that mask off you, huh?" But his attacker was motionless, even as Jet cocked his gun.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

The gun's sharp retort rang across the rooftops, deafening Jet. The three shots, fired from less than ten feet away, couldn't miss. The bullets were fifty-caliber, jacketed in lead nanites, each able to pierce a Kevlar jacket. This fool was going to lose his head.

None of the shots missed. The bullets ripped the mask apart, hurling bits of fabric and bone and brain to the wind. He had to be dead.

But he wasn't. The man rolled his neck, and Jet gasped and nearly threw up. His brain, it was…growing. The damage done by the bullets was repairing itself, and when the brain was done, the skull and skin and hair grew back, cell by cell. The man, missing a quarter of his mask, regarded Jet cooly. His foot raised, and slammed onto Jet's chest, knocking the wind out of him. Jet gasped for air, and activated his boots. He shot away, his head banging into a chimney, and he scrabbled to his feet as the man advanced. Jet fired another series of shots, each tearing their way through the man, each wound healing just after it was made. The man pulled out a pair of batons and extended them, swishing his weapons through the air menacingly. He ran across the roof, and Jet extended his arm-blades, swinging them up to deflect the batons. His armored foot came up, and the man groaned and staggered away, clutching his groin. Jet came in, his blades flashing, slashing at the man's arms and legs, cutting of his right hand. "Stupid motherfucker," Jet grinned, raising his blade to the man's neck, "never should've fucked with Jet."

His blade raised-

The man grinned-

A gunshot cried out-

Jet's blade made contact-

Jet fell-

The man's head rolled away. Another young kid swung onto the rooftop, wearing gold and white, holding a large pistol. "Oh my god, oh my god," Solomon said, racing to the body. "Oh my god."

"Why'd you kill him?"

Solomon looked around. There was no-one else on the roof, no-one else alive, at least. But someone was not only talking, but he sounded annoyed. "Uhh…hi? Where-"

"I'm here, fuckwad," the voice said. "You see the decapitated cranium over here? Pick me up, I can taste rooftop."

Solomon hurried over, lifting the head from where it had rolled. He turned it over and pulled the mask off, exposing a guy's face. Not a bad-looking one, either, or so Solomon thought, although the lack of a body was kind of a turn-off. "Thanks, I guess," the head said roughly, "even though you just ruined my operation."

Solomon dropped the head. "Ow!" Then, standing, he walked over to the body and dragged it to the head, aligning them. He spoke as he adjusted the neck. "Well, I guess I should apologize. I definitely didn't, oh, save your life or anything."

"You didn't, idiot." The head snapped. "Or did you not notice that I'm still talking after being decapitated?"

"Oh, well how was I supposed to know that you'd survive that?" Solomon groused, "Was I supposed to read your mind, or just instinctively know that you would survive having your goddamned head chopped off?"

"Didn't you read the League files on this mission? Should've been right there: 'Mitosis, accelerated cellular division, assigned to Midway robbery?"

"I'm not in the Justice League!" Solomon said, scanning the area for cops or other heroes. "Or the Avengers! I work alone, asshat."

"Oh, you're a solo man."

"What?"

"You don't work with other heroes to protect your city," Mitosis explained.

"Well, generally Midway doesn't need other people here besides myself and the MCPD." Solomon said, sitting next to Mitosis' body. The tendons and veins and arteries in the neck and head were reconnecting. "Do you want me to call for back-up or something?"

"Nah," Mitosis said, seemingly less pissed now that his spine was in one piece again. "Batman'll be here soon. He won't be happy about the death, though."

Batman, Solomon thought. No thanks. He stood, stretching his back. "Well then, I gotta go.

"One second," a new voice said, from behind him. Solomon swiveled on his heel to face the newcomer.

"Goddamnit, I have better things to do," he said, trying to brush past. Batman--because of course it was Batman--grabbed Solomon's wrist. "Not so fast, kid. You've created a situation he-"

"Really?" Solomon interrupted, yanking his wrist free, "because it seems to me like I just ended a situation."

"You don't understand-"

"I understand enough to know that working with the Goddamn Batman isn't all it's cracked up to be. And while you're busy dealing with my city, what's happening in Gotham? If you're soooo great, why can't you clean up your own city?" Solomon raved, walking to the edge of the rooftop. "I keep this place ten times safer than Gotham, and I do it without a League or Avengers, and I'm certainly not gonna take advice from a lunatic who dresses like a flying shopping bag of rabies. Goodbye, motherfuckers."

And with a raised middle finger, Solomon jumped from the roof, swinging across downtown Midway. Batman watched him go, incensed, his fists clenched. Mitosis--who's head had finished regeneration while Solomon ranted--came over, leaning on a chimney. "Daaaaaaamn, that guy's savage. I mean," he said as the Bat turned to look at him, "lots of people stand up to Superman, or the Flash. But to flip off Batman, you gotta have the cojones of a Kryptonian."

Batman, unamused, pointed at the jet he'd somehow brought without anyone noticing it. Mitosis, humming to himself, boarded, strapping in. Batman came after, and they took flight. The ride was silent, until about ten minutes out. Mitosis turned to face Batman.

"So…the Registration Act?"

Batman grunted. "I don't like it. Captain America doesn't like it. Aquaman doesn't care, as long as Atlantis isn't affected. Superman and Iron Man are all for it."

"But it does make sense-"

"It makes sense, which is why I'm suspicious."

Mitosis raised an eyebrow at Batman, who explained, "Governments are very rarely efficient or sane. That inefficiency and madness is multiplied by how large of an area they govern. A world government should, logically be incapable of doing anything that makes sense, and that's held true until now. There's an outsider, pulling the U.N.'s strings."

"Luthor?", Mitosis asked.

"In all probability."

"Well damn." Mitosis leaned back in the seat, lacing his fingers behind his head. "There's no way this can turn out well, is there?"

Batman hesitated, before taking a deep breath. "No, not really. This situation is delicate, and about to explode."

"And you've already prepared for the explosion, I guess?"

Batman stared ahead, completely straight-faced. "I'm the goddamn Batman; I'm always prepared for metaphorical explosions."

The Show Will Return…At Some Bat-Time, Same Bat-Thread!

[Illica Falki]

Vera
Vera watched as the training dummy she set up in her room was taken down by her not so small puppy. Over the last five weeks she's been surprised about how big it's gotten, it's no longer the tiny little pup she brought in. It's old enough that she's started training it to help should the team need it. She's starting with simply getting the dog to take down training dummy's, specifically by dragging them down by their arms so they aren't overly injured, or worse. They keep training for a bit, before Vera stops to pet the dog, and give him a treat for a good training session.
Vera was about to go off to do something else, before stopping to listen to Rins little announcement. Once Rin was finished, Vera's only response was a sigh, living with someone with only a weeks worth of memory is not the easiest thing in the world.
Ava
Ava was sleeping in her tree, on the roof opposite of the gym. Over the past weeks she set up the roof as her home, turning it into a Green Roof. She's done a good job in her eyes, the roof looks quiet a bit like a small grove just sitting on top of the tower. Due to the size of it, and the limited space for roots, the tree's don't grow quiet as large as they do in the forest, but they are tall enough to stand out. The tree in the center was the one Ava picked out to be her little home. It is tiny compared to the large tree she had back in the forest, but it's just big enough for her. Being outside, Ava wasn't able to hear Rin's announcement, not that it really affected her.

[Tomia]

Mars
Mars made his way to Cat's room and nodded at her problem. "I'll just hack into the file Cat. I'd rather do it on my own... No offense." Mars said, he trusted Cat and thought she was a good friend, but her powers scared him a bit. If they were in the wrong hands, they could do a lot of damage. He sat down in the chair that Cat offered him, pulling out a flash-drive where kept portable decryption programs. It wasn't as effective as his super computer in his lab would be, but it could decrepit a file no problem. He plugged it into the computer and as the program worked to scramble and decode the password Mars spoke to Cat, "So how's the search been going? You've been in your room a long time. Nico's a little worried, so are the rest of us." Mars told Cat until there was a dinging sound from the computer which indicated that the file was now open. "Well, there you go. You want me to leave?" Mars asked his teammate.

Cora
Cora hopped into the front seat of the car and nodded to Marybeth as she talked about trailing the car. After about 45 minutes the tracker showed that the truck had stopped nearly 2 miles in front of them and Cora had Marybeth park the car at a nearby diner. Once she did that she turned to her teammates, "Well, how should we go forward from here? I can fly there, but I won't be able to carry you two without being seen. Jamie, can you make a plane or a car or something? Preferably something stealthy..."

Grimms
Roy frowned a little at Sarah's words and when she patted his head. He was glad she wasn't mad, but didn't like the idea of being left behind. "I can't just leave you three to fight that thing on your own. I want to help you." He insisted, before Sam spoke up who was using a spell to repair the damaged limo so that they could use it to leave.

"Sarah's right Roy. We don't want to risk you getting hurt. This is our task, we can't ask you to fight our fights for us."

[The Rebel Alliances]

Daniel Carter/Killswitch-24-Mad City, Madworld

Leaving Lysia behind, I returned to my home, where I kept everything relating to Killswitch hidden. Pressing my hand against a hidden bio scanner the far living room wall shifted away revealing a basement with sterile light. Descending into the basement I allowed my broken and battered armor to fall to the floor as my wounds began to show. Remarkably, aside from the deep flesh wound in my lower gut from her spear, and a bruised face from her shattering my mask, the armor did remarkably well. With only a few minor bruises and a feeling of exhaustion. Dropping into a cold metal desk with surgical, first aid equipment and make up to cover bruises lay across it. My eyes moved across the sight, as I knew I had little time to stop the bleeding, close the wound and hide my bruises for the meeting.

My mind began to wonder as my hands moved to begin the operation. The armor may have held up rather well, but was proven that more powerful opponents can cause it to fail. I am not Deathstroke nor Wade Wilson, if I lose a liver...I don't grow it back or naturally repair it. I just lose the damn thing, so, better to protect it. As the bleeding slowly stopped and I tore a patch of bandages away between my teeth I continued to consider my dilemma.

My armor is already complex, in fact, so much so I can only afford a few replacement pieces. Adding more to it will only further make it harder to replicate my armory. But better to have one superior armor, than an inferior product. But whatever I choose next, I better make sure it can take the heat. Finally finishing the stitching, I observed my work. It was rough and basic, but effective...I am no damn surgeon after all. Finally I moved on to the make up as I pulled a small mirror closer. Like a tv celebrity trying to hide a flaw, I began to mask the facial bruise from Lysia.

That women has a helluva right hook.

Finished, with clean and fresh bandages I rose from my seat. Moving back up the stairs as I passed by a wall of masks with the visage of Killswitch. Illuminated by display light. Closing the basement back up, I opened my closet in the master bedroom, searching for my other important costume.

A clean and pressed grey and white three piece suit with a 2000 dollar price tag. As I adjusted the collar and cuffs, my phone rang. Picking it up I eyed the number, recognizing it as the number of a previous date, a wealthy english women who spends most of her time and money chasing down mysteries and relics across the Pacific Ocean and Syria. Not having any interest in advancing the one night stand, I allowed the phone to ring as I exited my home and entered the garage. Armed with the keyes of a 1970s Muscle Black Dodge Challenger I slipped myself into the drivers seat for the classic.

Manuevering down the streets I glanced at my rolex watch seeing that the deadline was fast approaching. Arriving with just minutes to spare, I found Lysia waiting outside, seemingly fully healed and at rest. No doubt using her ability to reverse the wounds I gave her, must be nice I sarcastically thought. Having to simply ignore the pain her wounds caused me. Passing her by, I realized that she knew who I was, and she could blow my cover. But after a brief consideration I dismissed the thought. An Amazon like her likely has no interest in the duel identities of others, one way or another.

Approaching a secretary for Daud in UC headquarters, I informed the attractive young woman that I had an appointment with Daud under Daniel Carter. Winking at her as I did so. She blushed but then looked up surprised.

"Daud...seems to be unavailable Mr. Carter but...it seems that the King Max Morningstar has requested both your and her presence. But he would like to see the two of you separately. You first Mr. Carter, please follow me." Following behind her, I was shocked myself. My reputation seems to have grown far faster than experted.

I was escorted to a large open room. One which seemed highly ceremonial. And I was left alone with my hands in my pockets as I awaited the most powerful man in Madworld.

The Mad King, Max Morningstar.

[Pantorrum]

Dark Star
Gotham

The bustling noises of the city could be heard even from atop one of the cities tallest buildings. People walking every which way, impatient cab drivers honking at lights and pedestrians, businesses packed with patrons. Everything was common place for the people beneath. It was just another normal day for most Gotham residents, but for Malcolm it was not.
From atop a tower, he had sat for 20 minutes watching the penthouse balcony of a rich businessman. From here, only the edge of the balcony could be seen. Despite that, it remained the best spot for what he was about to do. Anywhere else and he might be seen. Eventually the heavily protected and sheltered businessman would come into view, unknowing of what was about to transpire.
Luthor had paid good money to see this man dead. He gave no reason as to why, but that was entirely irrelevant. The 100,000 dollars he was handed is reason enough to do whatever he wanted. Not to mention, that was only half the payment for the job. The other half would be paid later. Whatever the reason, Malcolm had a case file on the man. He was a successful businessman, appearing to be a respectable and law abiding man. Like Lex Luthor, he was exactly the opposite. He ran the cities second largest drug cartel and uses slave labor in Brazil to produce a number of low cost things. He carries a huge amount of political influence not only in Gotham but also in Washington D.C. All that mattered, though, is that he would be dead within the hour. None for the reasons made him want to kill him any more. Dark Star was himself a criminal, so the acts of another criminal never stir up feelings of hate or ill will. Only money motivates him.
After another 20 minutes of patient waiting, the man finally stepped into view. He was a tall and well built man, wearing a pin striped suit and a matching dress hat. He was most likely 100% Caucasian, or at least his appearance looked Caucasian from over a mile away. Only the mans head peaked around the corner of the building as he just barely stepped into view at the edge of the balcony. For most assassins it would have been an impossible shot, but not for Malcolm. In fact, it was almost too easy. He pulled the trigger in the brief moment that he had, and it perfectly carried itself right into the back of the mans head just as he was about to walk inside. His lifeless body fell over the railing and hit the ground 700 feet below. It was no pretty sight for the bystanders, but it looked like success to Malcolm. In broad daylight he had, without being spotted, killed one of the cities most protected men.
He picked up his rifle, placing it on his back as he leaped off the side of the building. He fell some 650 feet before he stopped himself and levitated slowly down into a back ally. He was going to get the rest of his money, and that was the end of this job. In just a few moments, he had turned invisible and teleported along his line of sight until the reached Lex Luthors corporate headquarters not too far away.
He flew up the side of the building, phasing through the thick bullet proof class of his office and making himself visible before Luthor.
"The job is done. I've come for the rest of my payment." His relationship with Luthor was strictly business, but they had been doing this business for a long time and Luthor knew how he worked.
"Of course," he said with a smile. He waved his assistant to bring him the rest of the cash in a silver brief case. "But before you go, I may have another job for you." He cleared his throat for a moment. "To further my goal, I need you to conduct an assault on the United Nations building from within. I'll pay twenty million, but only if you successfully cause immense damage to them. Kill who you must, but not the Secretary general. If this attack is successful, it will further the need for my proposal."
Dark Star nodded after a brief moment. "I don't need to know why. The price tag is what matters. I'll do it upon transfer of half the funds. After I successfully carry out the mission, I want the other half." Luthor nodded, expecting the same arrangement as always.

With that, Malcolm became invisible again, phasing through the glass of Luthor's office. He teleported across the city until he reached a small, unsuspecting building in the outskirts. It had no windows and one door. The building was no larger than 1,000 square feet. It wasn't the building that was his layer, but what was underneath.
He stood in front of the door, pressing a button on his wrist. His helmet pulled back to reveal his whole face, and he scanned his eyes at the doors security pad.
"Recognized- Dark Star." He was the only one cleared to enter the building, as he was the only one who knew about it. He stepped in as the steel doors slid open. The inside of the building was plane, and in fact the entire interior was part of large elevator that descended deep below.As the door closed behind him, the entire floor descended down and in just a few moments he was 300 feet beneath the surface. A large and open room was down here, holding a helicopter, an armored vehicle, and a large computer screen that took up half a wall on the other side of the room. The elevator itself had descended right in the middle, and dead ahead was a door that led to the armory. Behind where he was facing was another door which led to his living quarters. It was the perfect layer, and from here he would plan his attack on the UN.

[The Dark Brotherhood of Deros]

New Namek
“Dragon Balls? Ooh! I think I’ll help, though I can’t fly like she can. I’ll just track you from my ship. Farewell!” Conundrum said before pressing a button on a strange device on his arm, causing a purple cone of light to surround him and he vanished.

Prototype sighed, then dashed forward and jumped into the air, flying after Black Sun. He caught up to her, and then spoke. “The new guy will be following us from some ship of his. But anyway, what do we do when we arrive at the Dragon Balls. They might be guarded.” He said.

[Confederation of imperial states]

Aftermath
"Was Victory worth it's cost?"

Justice League: Watchtower

One week after Catarock's Invasion...
A Large memorial stood in the memorial garden on the justice League's watchtower, around the Garden, 3D hoographic images of fallen league members stood in honor of their service. A hologram of Earth stood at one end of the garden, In Memory and Honor to the many who died defending Earth from the Dathomiri. The Garden was quiet, much like the planet below, the Invasion took many and those who survived needed time to recover from the ordeal. The Plaque read;

In memory,
for when Earth was faced with a darkness, that threatened to envelope and consume it all, Many took the call to arms. Those who charged in were faced with the task of fighting a vicious foe, and many who walked into that darkness, never came out. In memory, we remember, in honor, we remember, and in graditude to them, we honor.

May their service, and sacrifice never be forgotten.

---

Across the memorial Garden, a Woman in Black funeral attire, along with black sunglasses stood in front of a certain Hologram statue. The statue was of The Knight, looking down as he usually did when protecting his city. The Woman shook her head, lifing and taking off her hat and placing at the foot of the hologram, it was revealed to be Cassandra, also known as Titan, who then looked up, to make contact with the Hologram's statue.

"Marcus..... There are things That I never said, and now that you're gone, I wish I would've said them", Cassandra wiped under the right lense of her black sunglasses, shaking her head afterwards. 'You were one of my closes and trusted friends, You were always with me and were by my side thoughout the years in my career". Cassandra paused, exhaling and stopped talking for a moment, then continued partly studdering through her words, "And even through your Work, you Protection of Chicago, you never stopped being both sides of The Knight". Cassandra looked back up at the head of The Knight hologram, "I just wanted to tell you, that....I-", Cassandra pauses, turning and looking down at the planet, "Hostage Situation back home". She looked back at the Hologram, before jetting off, leaving the Memorial Garden empty.

---

Justice League Meeting room

Wonder Woman, Superman, Guardian, Rip Hunter sat at the table, a gray, weathered metal box in the middle.
"What did you want us here for Rip?" Superman addressed the elephant in the room,
"I've found a box that's recently pinged up on a Time Loop within the Space Time Continuum" Rip said gesturing to the box, no bigger that the palm of his hand,
Guardian raised an eyebrow "Recently popped up? Is it from another Multiverse?",
Rip shook his head "it's been in our Universe since it came to existence, However, it's from this Era. and It has a message",
Superman and Wonder Woman looked supervised, Guardian looked to both of them before reaching over and pressing the bottom on it.

[Cryotech Data Log, Date is 9-9-9-9-9-9-9-9-9-9-9-9-9-9-9-9-9-9-9-9- *Static* B.C.

A Familiar Voice then spoke from the Box, "I'm Alive"

[New Rob Halfordia]

Xander vs Frost Remastered

Xander watched as Frost took a new form that he didn't use when he was on Earth while he fought the strange creatures. Hmmm. Interesting. He has gotten stronger. I wonder by how much? Hopefully it was enough to where he would get a decent fight out of the Arcosian. It took a little bit, but Frost did seem to come out on top against the creatures. Which led Xander to clap. "Well done! You defeated some woodland creatures! Must've been quite difficult if they forced you to transform." Admittedly they did had a rather large suite of telekinetic abilities from what he understood. He hadn't fought too many of them, but from his little experience, it was a pain in the ass. "You probably remember me from such adventures as, My Ex-girlfriend Tore Your Legs Off and Brain Surgery Featuring Me."

"But I do see that you're back on your feet again. That's good. Poor Julie didn't have the heart to end your life." Xander said. "It's weird though. Lately, every single person that I wanted to kill, just lined themselves up and let me remove them. It's like a dream come true. And then. I get a call that you're back and making a ruckus. And I see that you've got a new form. Neat. I've got one too. But if this is anything like last time. There's a good chance I won't need it. I did some searching and research. Found out a lot about myself. Changed my name, got married. Started a country. You know how it goes. Life, right?" He asked in a pleasant tone.

Frost chuckled as Xander spoke, "I'm glad to see your attitude hasn't changed a bit. It's bringing up such fond memories." the Arcosian said, as red lightning shot through the sky above him, "Its going to be so fun catching up, I haven't seen for, well, several years by my count. And my legs have recovered quite well. I'd say they've even improved. My calves are so defined in this form, I really have to thank you. If it weren't for my seething rage, I never would have felt compelled to train myself to this point."

Suddenly, the warlord cracked his neck, stretching his arms, "I suspect you're not here to shoot the shit though, right? I'm glad you've accomplished so much, because now I can burn all those achievements to the ground. First, I'll not just destroy your country, but the planet it's located on. Then, I'll kill your loved ones, although, that could occur in step one as well. Hell, I may even find a way to legally change your name back to Alex if I can be bothered, if only to get a good laugh. Then I'm going to hunt down Julie, Arctico and ones who killed my nephew and return to Arcos." he said, sarcastically, "Sound like a plan, buddy?"

"See. The problem with that is, you're assuming I'm going to let you leave this planet as anything more than a smear on the bottom of my foot. Well. That and the... Other thing." Xander spoke waving his hand in circles. "Don't wanna spoil the surprise. You're a smart guy. Mostly. I'll let you figure it out. And as for me not just being here to chew the fat. I don't see why we can't do both. I mean at least until you die. Then it'll get real quiet. So let's just jump into the meat of things. I'll start you off at a nice and easy 1% power just to see how you stack up. If you're a good boy, I'll go up to 2!" There was something about Frost. The only person not to call him out on his sarcasm, but instead, return it. It made the fight all the more exciting. It was almost like he saw a bit of himself in the Arcosian. A sarcastic dickhead. The part of himself he embraced.

And thus, it was time for the actual fight to begin. Xander bent his legs and launched himself at Frost with such power, that the entire island behind him was smashed into the water. Readying his hand, supercharged with energy that when it came into contact with it's target, not only would it be a powerful blow, but followed up with a massive energy wave.

As Xander launched himself towards Frost, the Arcosian's mask quickly deployed, and he braced himself for the strike. He had no idea just how powerful the hit would be, and if he had to be pained for a moment to gauge that, then it would be worth it later in the fight. Given that he was at 1% power as well, this would be an accurate indicator of just how large or small the deficit between the warriors was. The Arcosian was sure of one thing though. He was being vastly underestimated.

Frost crossed his arms as the strike hit, the punch sending a massive shockwave through the air. It was at precisely that moment that Frost remembered why he wished to fight Xander, as his body went spiraling out of control, flying through the air like a ragdoll. The Arcosian couldn't help but smile under his mask as he found himself planted in a mountainside. He had forgotten what an actual challenge felt like, fighting somebody who has the potential to push him to his limit, and perhaps, even farther.

As he slowly yanked his body from the rocks, Frost rubbed his wrist, yelling out to Xander, who floated in the out in the sky, "Come on, that was a cheap shot!" the Arcosian caustically shouted, "Where I come from, both parties usually agree before the actual fighting starts, you don't just come out swinging like a madman. Learn some etiquette."

When Frost finished, he lifted his hand, as it began to glow orange, forming a similarly colored ball. Firing it at Xander, he chuckled under his breath, as it wasn't just some normal energy attack, but a Cold Clan signature. An attack that paralyzes anyone it touches, encasing them in an explosive orange bubble that only the person who used the attack can touch. If Xander tried to deflect it or simply block, it would do its magic and capture him in the bubble.

"I don't fight to play fair, Frost. I fight to win. Besides. We have a saying back on Earth. All's fair in love and war. It makes me almost sad. In another universe, you and I could've been friends, but that's neither here nor there." Xander admitted and prepared to swat the bright orange blast away from his body as a show of force, but quickly found himself duped. Instead of sending the blast elsewhere into the sky, he found himself surrounded by a bubble. "Ah- Oh... Frost. If you wanted to take me out to dinner, you could've just asked first. I would've said no, but I'm getting a really weird vibe here." Was taunting his opponent who had him trapped a smart idea? No. It rarely is, but he just couldn't resist.

Frost was gripping his stomach laughing as he floated up to Xander, as his now incapacitated opponent let out a series of snarky remarks, as was expected. Frost ironically made a tear wiping motion under his eye, his laughing simmering down, "You know, Goldie, can I call you Goldie?" he asked, rhetorically, "The only people I've known who ever fell for this trick were Saiyans. Saiyans. What does that say about your intelligence?"

Suddenly the Arcosian cracked his knuckles, "But, enough insults." he said, stretching his arms, "I've got a high score to beat."

"I'd prefer Xander, honestly. You don't get to call me nicknames until after the first date. And... Yeah. I walked right into that one. I'll give you that." Xander said.

"One!" Frost yelled, suddenly kicking the ball Xander was entrapped in, sending it flying towards a mountain. But, just before it struck the cliff face, the Arcosian appeared in between the ball and the rocks. "Two!" Frost yelled once more, giving the ball another kick, this time towards the ground. Once more, he appeared between the ball and its target, kicking it away just in time, and yelling out the number he was at. He repeated this process until eventually, both he and the ball were moving to fast to properly see, and he was getting in hundreds of kicks in mere seconds. Frost was knocking Xander all over New Namek, shattering his bones. The amount of compound fractures he received was inhuman.

Finally, Frost slammed the ball into a mountain side, causing it to implode, creating decent blast which covered the island, containing massive power despite the small blast radius. As the explosion faded, Frost landed on the ground several meters away from where Xander had been kicked. "How many was that by your count?" he asked, using his fingers to count, "I think I got up to 8,000. May have even beat my little shit nephew."

Xander managed to crawl out of the rubble before his regeneration kicked in. " 'Ooo eee. Un se'ond." He tried to speak with his jaw effectively powderized. One bright golden flash later, and his bones were back on the inside where they belonged. "There we go. Good as new. Cool new trick I picked up a few months ago. Well, that one and a few others. Like this one for instance."

"Here's a funny story. My wife made play this stupid game we have back home. It's called Dance Dance Revolution. I can't dance. However, we're gonna see if you got the talent. If you survive. Good on you. The more likely outcome... You'll resemble a Thanksgiving ham crossed with Swiss Cheese." He said and pointed both of his pointer fingers at Frost and fired a massive barrage of thin, matter cutting beams at the Arcosian. The beams were capable of slicing the electrons off of an atom.

Frost suddenly found himself being assaulted by hundreds of matter cutting beam. The Arcosian began dodging the beams as Xander fired them, weaving in between them with immense speed. Sure, his atoms were packed denser than almost anything in the universe, as part of his mutation, but he wasn't going to put them to the test right now. He was easily fast enough to keep up with the beams, when suddenly, something happened.

He jumped away backwards, out of the beams' paths, and lifted his tail in front of his face. One of the attacks had sliced directly across it, leaving a skin deep cut over half of his tail's circumference. "That really... really... hurts." Frost mumbled, as blood dripped down his tail. Inhaling deeply, he looked up at Xander, "I just want to assure you, what I'm about to do, I do not out of love, but out of rage and hatred. Just clarifying because I don't want there to be any confusion when I put you out of your misery."

"Awe... Did big bad Frosty get a boo-boo? Don't worry. I'll kiss it and make it all better." Xander caustically spoke, insulting Frost's pain.

Suddenly, the Frost's muscles bulked up slightly, and he grew several inches taller. Not only that, but his power increased by over fifty times, causing a small crater to form around his body. "Earlier you said if I was a good boy you'd let me see more of your power." the Arcosian said, in a slightly deeper voice, "Well I'm about to earn a good noodle star."

Frost disappeared, as the land behind where he stood was all but annihilated, as miles and miles of land were absolutely shattered from his movement. Moving faster than Xander could keep track off, the Arcosian hit him so hard he quiet literally exploded in a fantastic display of gore. It actually took a second for him to regenerate from that. But once again, his signature bright yellow flash had him restored and laughing. Genuine laughter. "Okay... Okay. That was funny. Oh.. It's been awhile since I've had this much fun. I must've struck a nerve somewhere... I mean that literally and figuratively. Since I kinda... Shot your tail." He said and took a deep breath. "Alright. You've been the good noddle I asked for. So you'll get the treat. I'll boost all the way up to 5%. Just for you." Of course that was his maximum safe limit before reality started to become rather mushy and explosive, but Frost didn't know that.

Xander's power shot incredibly high. Bright golden lightning surrounded his body and grew more and more intense. Splitting the ground, gravity began to shift, causing minor anomalies such as rocks and mountains that floated into the air, stayed floating there. The soft flesh and bone was replaced by pure golden yellow energy. His true form. "Do you like it? Of course you do." He snickered. "Now that you've seen me in all of my glory. You discover my secret yet? That's right. My hair tie is now gone. Well that, and I'm quantum energy given sentience. But Naja, that's my wife's name by the way, is gonna be so mad when I go home having lost it for the fifth time this week. But enough about me."

"I'm gonna show you just how fucked you really are." He rapidly teleported, delivering a massive barrage of blows with each new angle he took. "Do ya want me to slow down?"

Frost had prepared himself for the attacks, and when they came, he was not disappointed. Xander released a flurry of immense punches, causing the warriors to fly all over Namek, high above the planet. As the Golden Guardian released his strikes, Frost began moved to block, before countering with his own set of punches, leaving massive craters all over the surface of the planet with each attack. The two were circumventing the planet at speeds well beyond light, and were nearly completely even in power and speed

"Slow down?" Frost asked, as the two came in for another volley, separating momentarily before finding themselves interlocked again, "I was about to ask you if you wanted me to." he said, breaking the deadlock and flying back several meters, panting, "I'll admit, you're no pushover. This is the most interesting fight I've had in a long time. Five percent though?" the Arcosian continued, "Tell you what, since you're such a good guy, and powered up to five percent just for me, I'll skip the prolonging and just kick it up a notch right now."

Frost, placed his hands by his side, as a purple aura surrounded him. His muscles grew significantly larger, and bioelectricity cycled around him. His power more than doubled, and his wounds from the matter destroying beams and recent pummeling began healing. The Arcosian cracked his neck and it let out a satisfying pop. "Damn, that sounded badass." he said out loud, as he looked back to Xander, spreading his arms and leaving himself open, "Now, I want you to hit me as hard as you can. I don't want you to hit me half as hard, not 64% as hard. Come at me with everything you've got, because I don't just want to kill you, I want you to know you can't kill me. And so, I want you to really hit me. Got it?"

Xander was enjoying himself a bit more than he should be, or was willing to admit. It had been so long since he had a fight that he actually had to put effort into, or didn't have to rely on backup to bail him out. Every blow that he and Frost exchanged was one of mutual, sarcastic hatred. "As much as I would like to power up to 100%, remember what I said a few minutes ago about being made of Quantum energy? See, the thing about reality warping is... It's not a toy. It's dangerous, and unfortunately I can't control it. Safely at least. Those things that we all know and love, the laws of physics, basically become silly putty. Now, I'm a biologist, not a physicist, but I don't think if the laws of physics went from the solid foundation of reality, to silly putty, that any of us would be happy with the result. You'd be dead, I'd be laughing. Reality would collapse on itself, and I would probably eat it too."

"Don't get me wrong, as awesome as it would be for me to go full power and smack you around with a flick of my pinkie, I can't. Not because I don't want to, but because I don't want to give the universe a blue screen. I mediated and put mental barriers in place to stop me from using that power. Cause, you know. Destroying the universe is more often than not, regarded as a bad thing. Both of us would be dead, along with all other life. And that doesn't leave me much to do. Like... My wife'll be dead. Which means I don't get to have sex." He explained, genuinely disappointed that he wouldn't be able to show off all of his power to his best frenemy. "I know you don't have sex. You'd have to find a woman that likes that ugly mug of yours. That and the actual lack of a dick."

After Xander spoke, Frost did not make a witty retort, but simply chuckled a little. "I wonder..." the Arcosian said, looking down at the planet below, "How many innocents do you think are left down there? Probably not many. But, there probably quite a few out there somewhere." Frost said, looking out into space, "What do you know. I've already found quite a few." Looking around, he saw a galaxy out in the night sky, "Ooooh, that one has lots of life. I'll be right back." he said, disappearing momentarily.

"Wait. That's not a sarcastic comment at all. S'matter? Run out of quips already?" And then Frost vanished. He wasn't just going to let him get away without firmly planting his foot between Frost's lungs and colon. He used his cosmic senses to search everywhere for the Arcosian. Then there was a hole. A sort of pop. Something vanished. Wiped out. It took him a few seconds to register what Frost had done.

While light took too long to travel for anyone on Namek to see what had occurred, anyone who could sense life energy would see what had occurred. Hundreds of trillions of lives taken in one blast, without warning or any kind of chance for escape.

Frost quickly reappeared before Xander, smoke rising from his right hand, "Well, Golden Guardian, look at what your stubbornness caused. An entire galaxy is gone. If there's a high score for genocides, I'm sure I'm quickly approaching it. Now I repeat myself. You. Me. Hard as you can. Or maybe you'd like another several trillion species to go extinct." the Arcosian said, unaware of the lion he was poking at.

"You... You just... Wiped out... Trillions." Xander said with his voice breaking, clearly trying to keep himself from getting angry. "I'm right here! They didn't do anything! They were just people... All because you want me to do something dangerous? Just so you can see power that can't be controlled? Fine!"

Xander was already a volcano of barely contained rage as he was. He was always extremely careful to keep it suppressed so he wouldn't lose control, not even for a second. But now? He couldn't contain it any longer. It had to go somewhere. And what better place then aimed directly at the one being he wanted dead more than anything else. Xander pushed against his own mental restraints which quickly relented under the sheer amount of rage. "You want to see how powerful I am? Well then, here you go." His power went to above his 5 percent limit nearing 30, and as soon as it did, the very fabric of reality began to warp, twist and bend. Water burned, the sky went black despite the sun still shining, the materials around him took on different properties. Rubber rocks, water that flowed backwards.

50%. Distance was no longer what it appeared to be. The trend continued until he fully charged up to 100%. New Namek and the stars surrounding it were only kept from truly falling apart by Xander's sheer willpower. Though he wasn't sure how long it would last. Frost looked around as Namek began to warp and change. His body remained unaffected however, and whether this was a symptom of his ultra durable atomic makeup or just luck was unsure.

"Alright. Here we go. As hard as I can? I can do that." Xander said, moving with such speed that time stopped and hit Frost with what could only be described as a blow that would have torn the very galaxy asunder had he not been doing his best to keep everything from truly falling apart.

Frost momentarily scoffed as Xander came in for the attack, but in truth, was entirely unprepared for the strike Xander delivered, as the quantum beast was moving so fast time itself paled in comparison. Frost was flung into the sky, before slamming into a small baseball sized object which lingered among the warped clouds, an object which was the result of a star being warped out of reality's normal confines.

His body wrapped around the tiny ball like a folding chair, causing his back to release a painful crack. Despite being the size of baseball, the star maintained its density and heat. Frost pulled himself away from the object that under normal circumstances would likely be a black hole, and looked down towards Xander, as the sight of the Elo brought forth a feeling Frost had all but forgotten. This feeling the Arcosian felt was a primal emotion he thought he'd all but abandoned when he was a child. He felt fear. And it felt exhilarating.

Frost flew down towards Xander at speeds well out of the realm of physical possibility, preparing to strike with an attack of his own. However, at the last moment, he entered a portal, directly in front of the Elo. Suddenly, ten of these portals tore through reality, and out of each fired massive, 10 meter wide beams capable of completely destroying anything they touched, all at different angles.

"Hm." Was all Xander had to say. Normally he kept his cool by making stupid snarky remarks. Kept him cheery, if a bit of an asshole, but that was infinitely preferable to him finally giving into the incredible amount of rage that he had bottled away. This was what happened when he did. He stood perfectly still as Frost attacked him from nearly a dozen different angles with what looked like some form of dimensional energy turrets. At worst a minor annoyance. He redirected the energy they shot above his head, letting it amass while he closed the portals, the simple act of doing so, shook the planet to it's very core. His control over reality was slipping. He used his rage to bolster his willpower, but even that had its limits.

"Fear. An unpleasant emotion caused by the belief that someone or something is dangerous, likely to cause pain, or a threat." Xander said half to himself and to Frost. "This is the power I feared. That I wouldn't be able to control it. And I can't. This planet is ripping open at the seams, and I can't stop it. I can make sure that neither this world, nor the galaxy you so mercilessly wiped out. You will die." He said and dispelled the energy he had amassed from Frost's attack. "It didn't have to be this way. We could have been allies, friends even. Good-bye Frost. You won't be missed." Xander muttered and began to charge a blast that would punch straight through the universe if he didn't keep it from doing so.

As Frost began to rematerialize, he saw Xander charging a massive amount of energy several hundred meters away from him, and quickly realized what exactly was occurring. "So..." he mumbled under his breath, "That's how it's going to be..."

Frost cupped his hands together, placing them at his side as a blue aura surrounded his body. His muscles began to bulk up, and his power began dramatically increasing. 150%. 200%. Eventually, his power reached 500% and sweat began dripping down the Arcosian's face. A massive blue light emerged from his hands, illuminating the warped surface of the planet. "Xander!" he screamed out to the warrior opposite him, barely clutching the universal power which his hands housed, "Prepare to be annihilated, along with this pathetic galaxy! I will show you the true meaning of fear, and why an insect like you could never defeat a monster like me!"

Frost couldn't hold it any longer, pushing his hands forwards and releasing a massive, building sized beam, at least 200 feet tall, aimed directly at Xander. It's sheer power shook the very foundation of the distorted solar systems they inhabited. The energy from the attack could be felt not only from all around the Galaxy, but all around the universe. At the same time, Xander released his own blast, equal in size and intensity. When the two met, they sent out a shockwave so potent tore holes in reality itself, creating massive craters all over Namek, and even beginning to melt the core.

"Empty threats." Xander said, "You've barely reached half of my power. I'm allowing leeway, because I want you to see that no matter how hard you try, no matter how hard you fight, you're going to learn the lesson that I learned long ago. There's always someone better. And because I'm going to flay the flesh from your bones, I will render you powerless. You are nothing. You are LESS than nothing. Just like every other worthless monster I've killed. You are no different. A bit stronger, yes. But that's it. Predictable." Xander hissed as he slowly began to increase the intensity of his blast. He had only ever been in a few beam struggles before. They were always pretty to look at and completely awesome to take part in.

This one was all the better. He was putting actual effort into it. Had this have been with anyone else that he liked, he would be enjoying himself. "Do you feel it Arcosian? Do you feel your life slipping away? Powerless? Weak? Good. That's what everyone you killed felt like. You're going to die on a backwater planet. A fitting demise for the King of Nothing."

As the Xander increased the power of his assault, the planet shook to its core, a massive amount of energy being thrown around. But something made itself frighteningly clear. Frost was at his limit, and Xander wasn't. As the Elo's beam slowly pushed forward, the tyrant's face twisted in pain, both his arms outstretched as he attempted to fight back against the inevitability of the attack. But it was too much, it inched closer and closer, his own attack slowly being snuffed out by Xander's.

Frost dropped to one knee, his feet digging into the ground under the pressure. The beam continued to draw ever closer. He only had one choice. Cutting off his own attack, Frost threw his arms in front of his face. This attack had the power to destroy a universe of unchecked, he would just have to try to deflect it. The ball of energy from Xander struck his hands, creating an intense burning sensation that could only be described as hellish. The Arcosian's feet continued to dig into the ground, and lava began erupting in spite behind him, as the ground tore itself apart.

But, it was too much, and the attack began to engulf Frost's arms, before detonating, an explosion of ungodly proportions spreading across the planet's surface, engulfing an entire hemisphere, and extending out into space. Within that explosion, enough compressed energy to annihilate not just a universe, but an entire reality. It was unreal to put it mildly.

However, as the smoke cleared on the scorched ground, where Xander likely expected to see no life, stood a lone Arcosian, defiant of death, his body as burnt as the ground at his feet. He looked up to Xander, "This planet... will not be my tomb." he struggled to get out, about to continue when a voice spoke in his head, one be recognized, and one he trusted. The voice of an Arcosian of the Council of Arcos.

"Yes. It will."

"You survived?" Xander asked rhetorically, "Impressive. But judging by your current state, physical exhaustion has taken it's toll. One more should-" Xander said, being cut off by something happening to Frost on the ground below.

The Arcosian grabbed his head in pain, dropping to his knees. Not because of Xander's attack, no, but a new attack from a different front. It felt like his nervous system was tearing itself apart. The Arcosian could do little more than yell out in agony, finally falling to the ground as he was left helpless to Xander, at the Elo's complete mercy as his synapse's fired messages of excruciating pain all over his body.

Xander hadn't even done anything yet. "No. You will die by MY hand." Xander prided himself on being a skilled biologist. Frost was going to die by him and him alone. Not whatever was ailing him at the moment. A brief scan of his body revealed something that certainly wasn't native to Arcosian physiology. "And what do we have here? Hold still." He muttered as his hand phased through Frost's head to pull out the device that was implanted in his mind.

However, due to his Elo physiology, combined with his unstable quantum powers, Xander caught a glimpse of Frost's memory. As in, all of it in roughly a few seconds. Enough to make him wince. The device was removed from the Arcosian's skull, but then Xander felt something that he never thought he could feel for someone like Frost: Sympathy. The Arcosian more or less shared a similar story to his. Raised and treated like an object, a weapon. Taught and trained to be a cold, unfeeling destroyer. Followed by a brief realization that if not for his desire to change, he likely would have wound up in the exact same position.

The realization and sympathy calmed his mind down to where he was back in the stable levels of his power. "It's... I... Really don't know what to say." He said, his tone noticeably less hostile, definitely confused, and even a bit somber. "As it turns out... We're. Not completely different from one another. The way they treated you. Like a weapon. That was almost me. There were moments where I thought that was all I would amount to. Being a weapon for someone to use and discard when they were done." He said and dropped the implant in front of the Arcosian.

"I genuinely can't believe I'm saying this. I can't do it. I wanted to end you. I was going to end you. But now... I can't. It's like looking in a mirror. I can't help but feel... Bad." It was a long sigh that he let out. "Here's the second thing I thought I'd never say to you-

"-A second chance at life..."

[Pantorrum]

Dark Star
United Nations

Dark Star had spent some time in his layer, mapping out the United Nations building by the use of his advanced super computer. he had even hacked the security doors of the UN, programming the controls for them into his suit. Best of all, today marked a UN meeting over some stupid climate change summit. That meant there would be a number of valuable targets. In the case file, Luthor detailed that Malcolm must do as much damage as possible without actually destroying the UN. He also needed to make a statement to the world about the registration Luther had proposed and gotten passed, denouncing it and threatening the planet. With a meeting going on, it would allow him to wreck total havoc on the facility and seize the camera's for his address.
He was now in the buildings main lobby, entirely unseen due to his invisibility. The foolish people stood guard with their weapons as if they were actually going to stop someone who wanted to get in. They were pathetic and would soon realize how useless any weapon is in their hands.
In a split instant, he became visible in the middle of the lobby. He quickly went into metal mode, standing still as guards surrounded him.
"You there! Put your hands up or we will shoot!" What the guards could not see was the smile his helmet was covering. Slowly he raised his hands straight forward, facing his palms towards two different guards. Before they could react, he had blasted a whole the size of a grape right trough their chests. They fell to the ground slowly as the other guards drew their weapons and began to fire. The bullets struck his metallic form, bouncing off without so much as a scratch. They fired and fired as Malcolm stood still, allowing them to waste their ammunition. As they ran out, they slowly began to step backwards. Once called for assistance on his radio, hoping they might live.
Inside their minds, they all must have known this was the end for them. Beams of energy shot from Malcolm's eyes as he slowly turned, cutting them all in half by the time he was finished.
He turned to face the main elevators just as several guards came running out. Police sirens could be heard in the distance and UN security vehicles were beginning to arrive outside. It would all be in vein, of course. Using his teleportation powers, he appeared behind the group of guards that had left the elevators. He pulled three small metal balls off of his belt, rolling them into the group of guards. In a moment, they all exploded as a cloud of smoke engulfed the lobby. Switching his suits vision to holographic, he drew his electrically charged katana and dived into the cloud of smoke. He stabbed a guard in the back, pulling the katana out and swinging it around to behead three guards around him. He then leaped over another guard, landing and spinning around to cut him literally in half. Drawing a silenced pistol and placing his katana back, he fired 6 shots in 6 seconds, all striking the guards square in the head. The final two guards were quickly dispatched as he threw two daggers, each slicing the throat of one of the men. Walking between the corpses, he bent over and grabbed his daggers from their necks.
In about one minute, just as the cloud of smoke dissipated and dozens of guards stormed the lobby, Olson was in an elevator heading up to the General Assembly level. The doors opened, revealing 6 guards with guns aimed at him. Without warning they all opened fire, the bullets dinging off his metallic form as stepped forward undeterred. He slammed his fist into one of the guards stomachs, sending him flying into an adjacent wall. He twirled around to kick another in the throat, completely closing his airways. He slid beneath two more guards, pulling his pistol and shooting them both in the back within a second.
The last two guards charged him, both meeting their ends as he shot them square between the eyes. It was all to easy, and the General Assembly was next. He intended to kill only about 60 of them, all to send a message. he made his way to the General Assembly's main entrance, walking in to see them all seated comfortably. That wouldn't last long. He pressed a button on his wrist, locking all the magnetic doors in the building. Three guards that were in the Assembly hall pulled their weapons. They were One of the bullets ricochet off of Malcolm, hitting the man in the chest.
Another bullet that was heading for Malcolm whizzed past his head as he dodged it, allowing the bullet to strike the guard behind him. He pulled his pistol, killing the third guard with a shot to the neck from 100 feet away.
Pressing another button on his wrist, his voice came over the hall from the loud speakers.
"Ladies and gentlemen, lying pigs of the world united, I am here to cancel you ridiculous decisions to force people like me to register." He walked forward, tossing several small metal balls to his sides. With the camera's all focused on him, they exploded killing some 20 Assembly Members.
"Now that I have your attention," by now he was at the front, a pistol held to the Secretary-generals head. "I issue a warning to the world. We will not be suppressed, we will not be enslaved. Our kind is superior in every way, and all of the world will belong to us. Mankind will learn to bow at the feet of their superiors, starting with this assembly."
Pulling his pistol, he quickly pointed in different directions and fired a round each time. Within 3 seconds, 11 rounds had been fired and each one had struck an assembly member in the head.
"Be warned, this act will never be allowed. This is only the beginning, we will be back."

He tossed a smoke grenade down in front of him, covering the forward stage with smoke.
By the time it dissipated, he had escaped through an air shaft.

[New Neros]

Messiah Complex
Seven Years Ago

The falling star was fast approaching, and heading directly for Val and Max and the park they resided in. It passed overhead lazily, Maxwell realizing it was fairly large and slow for a meteorite, but human shaped. Crashing down half a mile away in a patch of dense trees, the two looked at one another, and with a nod, took off in pursuit of the falling object. “We have maybe fifteen minutes before Sovereign and his goons arrive.” Max informed Val.

“Why’s that important?” She asked, keeping up with Max easily as they ran.

Max lowered his chin slightly, swallowing hard as he ran. “Whatever it is, it came from outside of the Wall. Nothing comes from outside of the Wall.” He replied, “Maybe… Maybe the Wall is broken? I don’t know, but I want to find out, and I want to get here before Sovereign does.” As the two came into a clearing where several trees were blown away, they found a still-smoking crater at the clearings’ epicenter. Cautiously, the two approached, a bright flash exploding out of the crater.

“Mortals.” A voice spoke, strangely accented but understood by the two Parahumans. “I am from what lies beyond Midgard.” Floating above the two, a humanoid man graciously held himself aloft. Speechless, both Max and Val only stared on. “I was sent to this land to create order, to silence the chaos that ravages this island.” The being waved and extended his hands outward, pulling forth massive energies into his palms. “I am Otto Godblessed, and I will quiet the storm that is Madworld.”

Max and Val stood below this warrior, Otto Godblessed, with slack jaws and slight fear. An unknown alien, some vengeful god who descended from the heavens? To a Madworlder, living in a land that has been isolated for centuries, they had every right to be scared. That fear, however, turned into another reaction for the young Royal Guard, one that preludes a fight. “Max…” Val said, turning her gaze to look at her boyfriend as hairs stood on end, his clothing became loose, and bits of sand floated up beside him. “Don-”

Without finishing her sentence, Maxwell shot forward and upward against the invading Asgardian, slamming his forehead directly into Otto’s nose bridge, grabbing onto both of the Asgardian’s wrists and prying them apart. Dazed for a moment at the sudden attack, Godblessed’s eyes rolled back into his head, and then straight forward again, a searing rage within them as Otto locked eyes with Maxwell. With a surge of power, Otto pushed his arms against the hold that Maxwell had on them, pushing his palms and their energy spheres closer together - Max’s head being the center for the two.

“My Odinforce, Paraman.” Otto quietly said, “Tell me how it feels, if you can speak after you taste it.” With that, the Asgardian exploded both spheres of whitish blue energy, engulfing Maxwell in a brilliant flash of light. Otto broke free from the Royal Guard’s hands and backed away, glowing with more of the Odinforce, surrounding himself with it, his eyes taking on it’s color. His face twisted into shock suddenly however - watching the smoke clear from his attack, and witnessing that his opponent was hardly even scratched by the blasts. “Surprising, Parahuman, that not only do you stand, but you took my Odinforce Blast without a grimace. Tell me your name.”

Maxwell stood with pride, glowing with energy from the hit, but responding to the question regardless. “I am Maxwell Morningstar, Godblessed, and I serve and protect the King of the Parahumans.” He said with a slight frown.

“Serve? Protect?” Otto quizzed, “A man like you should be leading, and a King that needs protecting is hardly a King at all.” Otto preached, “But I believe we have some unfinished business to take care of.” He said with a smirk, reaching for at his side for his saber. “Unique among Asgard, I wield a fine rapier. It’s name is Endbringer, and it’s power, well, we shall see it in action. Do tell me that you have your own weapon of choice, Maxwell.”

Extending the fingers on his hand, Maxwell’s fingertips began to glow with a dazzling blue light, turning parts of his radiant energy into matter. What formed was the shape of a spear, an exact replica of the vibration spears used by the Royal Guard, grasped firmly in Max’s hand. “You could say that. When fists aren’t viable, we in the Royal Guard prefer to use these.” Giving the weapon a quick twirl, Maxwell pointed it at Otto. “Have at thee, I suppose.” Maxwell said with a smirk, knowing he had the upper hand here.

Otto turned his blade over in his palm briefly, smiling as well. “You may have reach, Maxwell, but I have -” The Asgardian was suddenly before Max, stabbing forward directly at his chest, the Royal Guard slamming his spear to deflect the oncoming attack to the side as Max’s eyes grew wide. Maxwell backed up quickly as well, staring intently at Godblessed. “Speed.” Otto finished, bringing his blade up close to his face. In a quick slash, he put it back at his side, ready for another blitz.

Maxwell lowered the spearhead to point at Godblessed, tightening his own body to produce an even greater burst of speed, coming after the Asgardian with a furious assault of stabs and slashes. Otto side-stepped, adopting a defense, and slashing or tapping each oncoming attack to divert its momentum or avoid hitting him. Otto’s eyebrows grew wide, quietly commenting, “Even in Asgard, very few spear-men would know your equal.”

Delivering a firm slap with the other side of the spear to Otto’s face, jarring the Asgardian and sending him some ways back, Max gave his reply. Rubbing his chin from the impact, Otto narrowed his eyes. “You make me want to go back to using our fists, Maxwell.” The Royal Guard gave a confident smile at the remark, and prepared to go back into battle with Max. “This blade shall suffice, though!”

Just as he was about to charge in, a disabling blow was delivered to the small of Otto’s back, right on the spine, a surge of energy erupting in front of his front side as the attack travelled through his tissues. Otto’s eyes went blank as he was knocked cold, falling to the ground below. Maxwell lowered his spear, the soft form of Valerie illuminated by moonlight and her glowing fist. The two exchanged a glance, before Val informed Max, “Sovereign is here.” With ghost white sheepishness, both Val and Max descended and collected Otto’s unconscious form, and fled the scene.

[Galnius]

Mars
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Cora
Cora hopped into the front seat of the car and nodded to Marybeth as she talked about trailing the car. After about 45 minutes the tracker showed that the truck had stopped nearly 2 miles in front of them and Cora had Marybeth park the car at a nearby diner. Once she did that she turned to her teammates, "Well, how should we go forward from here? I can fly there, but I won't be able to carry you two without being seen. Jamie, can you make a plane or a car or something? Preferably something stealthy..."

Grimms
R."

Marybeth locked her car, double-checking that she had all of her knives, which took a small amount of time, she began mentally preparing herself for what may lay ahead. " I can move rather quickly. On top of that, if I'm to be the distraction..." She failed of, cracking her back and neck. "Week, I should go first you know. Don't act until a majority of guards are gone. Don't ask questions. And, most importantly..." She stated down both of them, a dire, stern look coming from her eyes. "Don't come after me. I'll be fine, and, quite frankly, I would rather not put either of you in danger. If all goes like I'm guessing it will... The whole place will be going down approximately ten minutes from after I get there. I would recommend being out in 5." And that's assuming I can control myself that long. She swallowed a bitter fury, cold, murderous, and calculated. What these people were doing... Only one punishment was enough in her eyes, and she'd be dammed if anyone were to try and stop her.

[The Republic of Atria]

Mark heard that he was supposed to be killed. And was well prepared for it. Nearly a decade had passed since his powers activated, and he had been practicing for hours every single day. Yoram knew that his surrogate son was about to be killed, but when he went to warn him and try to sneak him out, he found that Mark had cut off most of his hair, his eyes burning the air of the room they were in, making it smell like a fire. "I'm going to be completely honest with you Yoram. I like you. You were the only one who was nice to me. You apologized for things you didn't do and did your best to make me feel at home. You taught me and raised. But I've had my powers for years. Almost ten of them. I kept them a secret. And because you were kind and caring. You will be spared. Those men, with high powered plasma rifles? Not so much..."

"Mark. You can't fight them. Powers or not, Kree soldiers are-" He was interrupted by the sound of scorching air, metal and Kree soldier. oram fell to his feet as mark folded the wall like it was made of tissue. Yoram watched as the soldiers shot Mark again, and again, only for the man to stand there... Grinning. Yoram knew that look. It was that of a predator who knew that he was in no danger when surrounded by his prey. The fact that the plasma blasts didn't so much as singe his skin helped solidify the fact that Mark knew that he wasn't in any danger.

"You know, I've been thinking about my escape for the better part of a decade. And now that it's here. I'm wondering what I should do." Mark admitted and shrugged. "Tell you what, whichever one of you guys gives me the best idea, I won't beat into mush. Or do what I did to that guy." He said and pointed to the two burnt legs that used to be a full Kree soldier. The soldiers were too busy reloading their rifles to care about what Mark was saying. "Alright. Give." He said and pulled the rifles out of their hands and crushed them together into a ball of metal and polymers. "You know what. I just remembered what I was gonna do. So that means you're expendable." They saw his eyes flare up again and tried to make a run for it. Mark let them around the corner just so he could blast them through the walls. "Huh... Neat. I knew I could see through walls, but my accuracy is still spot on. Cool, huh?"

"I understand the fact that you're angry, Mark. They took everything you loved away and wanted to make a weapon out of you. But what are you going to do now? Declare war on the Kree empire?" He asked as a purely rhetorical question. Unfortunately, Mark wasn't the one to shy away from an idea like that. Yoram didn't like the smile Mark got when he suggested that. It didn't help that they were already on Hala, the Kree capital world. "Mark, that is a terrible idea."

"So is kidnapping children and murdering their parents." Mark mused. "Besides, I've been wanting to cut loose for awhile. Whether or not you like it is irrelevant. I said I wouldn't kill you because you were nice to me and helped me work things out. And now with this power... I can do anything I want and there isn't a das't thing anyone can do to stop me."

"You're behaving like a child."

"Kind of... Yes. I am. A child with enough power to flatten this city with a thought. I wonder how many people live in it. Looks like a lot. Hm. Betcha I could hit that big building from here." He said and pointed at the wall. "Oh right. I forgot. Here." Mark said and blasted a massive hole through the entire building, collapsing the entire structure, but Mark kept Yoram from being crushed. "That one." Yoram ran around and stood in front of mark just as he was about to fire. "You may want to move out of the way. I can heat the air to the same temperature as the surface of a star. So you may suffer some moderate to severe disintegration."

"Mark, I know you're angry. But those are innocent people! You can't-" He cut himself off when he was about go off on a tangent about not doing things to innocent people when they did the exact same thing to him. "You're... Supposed to be better than that. The Kryptonian who protects your home world."

Marks eyes cleared up a bit. "Superman. I see your point. Blah blah power and responsibility, flark that, I'm pissed off. I am basically a god right now. Do you know what gods do when they're upset?" He asked and took a few steps closer to the terrified Yoram. He leaned down and whispered so quietly into his ear: "They smite."

Praetoria

Xander slammed into the ground of his home country and didn't even bother waiting for the doors to open, instead just smashing through the thankfully self repairing wall into the living room where Naja was watching TV. "What's gotten into you that you decided doors and walls are now our enemy?" Naja asked.

"Bedroom. 10 seconds. Don't ask why." Xander spoke and flew straight into their bedroom. Naja did as he asked and one 45 minute piece of time later had the floor cracked and their bed in splinters with Xander on his back grinning like a moron. "I just had... The best day of my life. Okay, the second best day. Our wedding was pretty awesome, no doubt about that." And so Xander filled her in about Asumar, leaving out the parts where Ryuichi and Max were involved, and then told her about Frost and the first time they two met. "And. The best part is. I think I may have convinced him to turn over a new leaf. I can't believe your suggestion of talking to people actually worked. It almost never works, but it did this time! How was your day?"

"Pretty much sat on my butt and watched TV all day. Waiting for you to get home." she replied.

"You need to get out more."

"I know... But it's not that easy. First of all. Pants with a tail hole are not common. Second of all. I can't... Wear shoes anymore. Third of all. People tend to freak out when they see a tall snake woman. Snakes don't exactly have a lot good things associated with them. And I know I shouldn't be caring what other people think of my appearance. But I can't help it. I don't know how Otis does it. I see him going into town all the time. He doesn't care what people think of how he looks."

"You just have to... You know. Start small. Like Wal-mart."

"I'm not THAT weird looking..."

[Turmenista]

Mexican Standoff at Sea

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Remains of US Naval Station Epsilon, South Pacific Archipelago
11:25 AM Local Time

"What the FUCK just happened?!"

A sudden and loud shout broke over the crashing of the waves against the rocky coastline. Most of the islands had been ultimately obliterated by the unknown, massive explosion produced by either Watts, or Arma. Nobody knew, the fight happened so quick, and was over in a flash. Literally.

Either way, the effects on the surrounding environment were... Substantial- is that a good word to describe the destruction? Let's see... Devastating.

Absolutely nothing was left of Naval Station Epsilon, besides the metal skeletal husk of the hospital and the connected military base, far from recognizable. The prison had ceased to exist, along with several smaller islands, effortlessly blown up in the fight between the two energy powers.

"This is the WORST possible fucking scenario." Doctor White ran a hand through his dust-covered hair. A small portion of the Division Black agents assigned to his guard detail were alive, along with some Marines stationed on Station Epsilon. Even though he knew this was far from enough of countering the two, considering their volatility, it was all he had. Everyone else, he had to assume, had died in the destruction of the facility.

Despite losing 100% of the Hospital, A considerable amount of the Navy base was intact, including a working C-RAM system and a helipad, their best option at defending themselves from Veronica, especially. Besides that, things were looking shitty. Although the clouds prevented spotting jets in the normally clear sky, the sound of a fighter jet screaming around the sky could be heard occasionally, alongside the occasional BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRTTTT of a 30mm rotary cannon, just to intimidate the marines. They all knew that they were going to get a taste of their own medicine, real soon. Just, nobody knew exactly where she was.

"And where the fuck is Watts at?!" He shouted, voice echoing through the ruins. "Is he fucking dead? Already?" Dr. White stood by the remains of an armored vehicle, still smoking lightly as a trail of charred earth followed behind, in its possible trail.

"No eyes on Patient 119, sir." The dark armored-clad Division Black agent sighed, turning over a smoking piece of debris. In its center was a hole, cut out by what appeared to be a form of weaponized directed energy. It was the size of a dinner plate, and still smoking, embers dropping from the glowing hot hole slowly. This meant that the armor penetration of this type of weapon was strong, and that the hole itself was possibly fresh. Burn marks crisscrossed the slab of shrapnel, with more glowing red embers on the marks.

"Sir.." He said, looking at the debris. "This Debris looks like it's fresh... This thing had to have been destroyed recently."

The sound of an airplane roared distantly overhead, followed by a large series of tremors. Almost immediately, everyone readied up and aimed their weapons at the sky, forming a defensive formation around the Doctor. An island could be seen off in the distance, smoke slowly rising from what appeared to be an active volcano. Flak rounds, accompanied by several volley of tracers, could be seen exiting from the bushes, exploding all around from the A-10 currently strafing the island.

"Is that ours?" Doctor White asked, pointing to the islands where the tracers were exiting from. His men shook their heads.

"God dammit, then who is it?, then?"

Again, the deafening scream of the airplane roared above them, accompanied by the familiar (and frightening) "BRRRRTT" burst of a 30mm rotary auto cannon. The screamed over the island, smoke rising from where the 30mm rounds had landed.

On the nearby island, the tracer rounds abruptly paused, before continuing. They could be seen exiting from the top of the volcano, from an automatic weapon, like a machine gun. The jet engaging the island suddenly dropped something from its belly and picked up its speed, afterburners flaring up as got the hell out of there, presumably to get the fuck to its minimum safe distance.

Dr. White scratched his head for a second, staring at the falling black blur.

"...What?"

One moment, the island was there. The next moment, no more island.

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"Keep that gun on him!" Magnus shouted, flinging another rock towards the jet's general direction. It was a clear miss, and an easy dodge for the maneuverable jet. Despite having the rock explode in mid air, a few meters away from it, Magnus stared in awe as the jet dove straight through the cloud of high explosive fragments and ash, keeping its menacing 30mm gun right trailed on them.

"Hey, it's harder than it looks, okay?!" Odysseus retorted, suddenly diving off of the Bofors 40mm AA Gun platform. For a split second, a brief whistling/screaming sound could be heard, until it abruptly stopped. Odysseus kept himself low to the floor, covering up his ears and protecting his head. A split second later, the gun platform ceased to exist in a massive fiery clap, it's remains settling down in a large crater about two times the size of the original platform.

Odysseus then crawled from said crater, covered in grime and dirt, visibly irritated. His arm dangled limp from his side, so he used a section of the Bofors as a Jerry-rigged cane, just for the situation.

"Fuck." He swore loudly. "I might have gone deaf for a second." His ears still rung, so he groggily watched as the jet circled once more, pelleting an irritated Magnus with more 30mm bursts. Regaining his balance, he turned over to the figure in the bunker, motioning for him to "get the fuck out".

Watts trembled inside the bunker, dodging the Sparks and explosions made by the 30mm rotary cannon rounds peppering the ground near his feet. A few hours earlier he was picked up by those two nice folks, one being being the living volcano-golem-thing Magnus and the Mercenary Odysseus, who had a similar case to Veronica, whom he met earlier. The two, and were generally very friendly in not letting him get killed by whoever was attacking them. From the looks of it, that naked girl from earlier HAD to be whoever was attacking them, judging by the frequency to transform from helicopter into jet.

"We're all going to die!" He suddenly ran out, a small force field appearing around his body. Bullets bounced and pinged off of the energy sphere, which soon shattered, given the power of the barrage and his current wimpy situation. Odysseus glanced up in the sky, then broke out into a sprint, tackling Watts out of the way just in time to see a burst of explosive 30mm rounds turn the bunker Into a smoldering pile of rubble.

"Next time, don't make a beeline for wherever you need to go." Odysseus said. "You wanna end up in pieces like that bunker over there?"

Watts slowly nodded, gulping.

Magnus, meanwhile, tossed one last stone at the direction of the jet, another clear miss. He panted, strangely, since those rocks were not necessarily heavy to him, possibly because of the strenuous work. Columns of stone rose into the air, in an attempt to clip the jet, but were all unsuccessful, and gradually sank into the ground.

"God dammit, what the fuck do you need to kill one of these?" He growled, watching the jet fly away, then turn around for another run..

or was it?"

This time, the jet gained some altitude, cruising straight over the the island and taking off at a faster speed in the opposite direction.

"I think we scared it off!" Magnus shouted, victorious.

"Or it could just be coming in for another strafe.. or ammo.." Odysseus added.

Either way, it was a relief to have the jet NOT on their asses for a while, considering for all they knew, they were tired of its shit.

They all prepared to exit, when they heard another hissing sound, like the one before which blew up the Bofors platform. Odysseus looked up to the sky, his eyes suddenly filling with irritation rather than satisfaction.

"You've got to be fucking with me, right now."

A spiraling black object lowered from the heavens, coming down at a quickening pace. Judging by the looks of it, it was no doubt a bomb, and given its size, it had to be a big bomb. A really big one.

They were gonna need a bigger bunker. Hell, they were gonna need a bigger island for this one. It was a doozy, from the looks of it.

"Everyone, SCATTER!" Magnus yelled. Everyone blindly darted off into three different directions, until Magnus yelled once more for them to come back.

"Wait, COME BACK! COME BACK!" Magnus yelled, opening up his arms. Watts had a small forcefield around his body, whilst Odysseus had stripped off his body armor and other shit weighing him down, sprinting at the speed of an Olympic athlete towards the gigantic rock monster. Once in his arms, Magnus slowly turned himself from a humanoid figure into a more rocky figure, his thick outer rocky layers solidifying into a bedrock-like surface, reinforced with a layer of diamond-like plating, effectively rooting themselves in place in a nigh-impenetrable... well.. bunker. Though, considering the size, they were all having second thoughts on if this was a good idea or not, and if just running away from it like in an action movie would be the greatest idea.

Magnus's face poked out of the top of the rock-bunker-thing, then morphed back inside to protect himself. "Okay. Ten seconds until impact." He predicted. "Hold onto your butts."

"I never thought I'd say this..." Odysseus began. "But..." He looked at the face of Magnus straight in the eye. "Hold me. tighter."

Over the wailing of Watts, the two could hear the sound of the bomb screaming in, planting itself into the ground, and, a split second later, detonating in an earth-shaking rumble.

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A blue-white flowering explosion sprouted outwards from the island, encompassing the whole damn thing. The ensuing fireball and flash of hot white light incinerated the various now derelict navy ships still out there, leaving behind a massive shockwave and a gigantic mushroom cloud which extended up into the most extreme of altitudes. The shockwave slammed right into Doctor White and his forces, and the ensuing tidal wave threatened to swallow the island. They'd been at a safe enough height to avoid this, however, but still watched in horror as the water rose and encompassed most of the island they were on. It was funny, though, seeing the island standing there one moment and gone another.

"Fuck!" A soldier suddenly yelled loudly. One of the marines scanned the sky with his LMG, then pointed up into the clouds. "Up there! I see her!"

True to what he said, Arma was coming in for a bombing run on the survivors. Her previous A-10 warthog form morphed into a fast-moving gunship helicopter, equipped with rapid-fire rocket pods, a 30mm chaingun, and more. Luckily for the Division Black soldiers and the surviving Marines, the C-RAM air defense they had online locked onto the helicopter before it even entered its effective range, and proceeded to empty out a couple hundred 20mm rounds into its general direction. While the troops leaped for whatever cover they could, the C-RAM kept on, blasting its tracer 20mm gun into the sky, simultaneous to the ground assault made by the chopper. It seemed as if time had been slowing down... Well...

Until the 20mm rounds clipped Arma's fuselage and tail rotor.

A fiery flash erupted from the rear rotor. The helicopter then began a spiraling plummet towards the ground, black smoke belching from its rear rotor. It spun out, soaring over the soldiers before clipping its tail on the ground, and bounding over to an opposite hill.

Immediately the soldiers sprinted over to the crash site- in total, there were 20 of them, some being marines and the other being the agents stationed on Dr. White's protection detail. From his distance, Dr. White could hear the brief clicking and popping of gunfire, possibly to make sure she was down.. for good.


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Through the smoke and flames, Veronica could see several silhouettes surrounding the small crater she created when she crashed down. The helicopter was gone, replaced with her flaming, bruised, and scarred body. Parts of her were riddled with bullet holes and scratches from the 20mm CIWS, and she hurt like hell, anyways. For all she cared, though, she was alive, well, sort of.

She groggily crawled out of the hole, feeling a boot on her palms. Looking up, it wasn't a helping hand- no...

It was a rifle barrel pointed straight on her forehead.

[Pantorrum]

Dark Star
UN Headquarters

He had made his escape from the General Assembly Hall, and thus he unlocked the doors from his wrist control. Just as he did, literally hundreds of guards charged in and quickly secured the hall. They quickly found it was to late, and 31 general Assembly members had been killed.
Malcolm had made his way out of the complex, turning invisible and fazing through walls to save time. When he reached the exterior of the building, he decided to deal one last blow to the UN before taking his leave. He wanted the world to know that a single super powered individual could get the better of an entire army of normal humans. He didn't have long, though. If the Justice League arrived, he would be done for.

Levitating some 40 feet above the ground, he went into Metal Mode and made himself visible. A massive group of 200 guards quickly spotted him above, and a few tanks moved into position. The commander could be heard on his radio as he contacted the men inside.
"We have him here! We need you here now!"
It was perfect. The more men here, the better example he could make. He began to descend when suddenly tanks began firing at him. His enhanced reaction time allowed him to switch to invisible mode, allowing the shells to pass right through him and hit the building itself. The UN building shook from each shell that hit, causing massive damage but not bringing it down. Quickly realizing the mistake, the tanks silenced their guns leaving the men below without support.
Changing back to his Metallic Mode, he continued descending into the crowd of soldiers and vehicles beneath. Every man opened fire, the bullets dinging off of him with no effect at all. The metal he was made of could withstand a nuclear blast and then more, these bullets literally felt like nothing.
"Foolish people, you have no idea what I am capable of." He landed on the ground, pointing his hand at a humvee and firing a single beam. The vehicle exploded, killing several men with it. He point his left hand at another and blew it up as well. Dozens of men charged him, and he leaped into the air, dropping a single metallic ball that exploded and killed at least 12 men. Pulling his pistol, he fired the entire round in just 2 seconds flat. Each shot struck the necks of their intended targets, as he decided to aim there instead of their helmeted foreheads. landing on the ground again, he drew his katana and began to engage the rest of the men. They all began to fire at him, and simply for show he sliced almost every bullet in half. he dodged those he could not stop with ease, having enhanced reflexes as a superhuman. Shots that missed him struck other soldiers, killing them instead.
With his katana drawn, he charged a group of men, slicing two in half and jabbing his katana into the chest of another. He pulled it out, flinging it into the neck of the General commanding the men. Pressing a button on his suit, the sword flew back to him, quickly returning to his hand. Pulling a handful of metallic orbs, he tossed them in various directions. Several vehicles exploded all around him, and dozens of men lay dead.
Already, half the men were killed and he had barely begun to break a sweat. He still had a hundred to go, and a hundred and fifty more were on their way. He needed to wrap this up, though, because the Justice League would no doubt find him if he stayed to much longer.
"I would love to stay and play, but I really have to get going. I have one more gift for you."
He looked at the tanks propped up in the distance. Lasers shot from his eyes as he looked at each tank, all 4 of them exploding and killing several troops with them. Malcolm then walked over to the Generals dead body, laying a card on his lifeless corps. the card had a lone symbol on it, a black star. It was his call sign.
He took off into the air, tossing several small orbs behind him. Each one released an electrical pulse, shocking the remaining men with 5,000 volts of electricity. Just as the last man dropped dead, the men from within the building arrived with shocks of horror on their face, only to see Dark Star flying off just before he turned invisible. He would make his way back to Luthor and collect his second half of the payment.

[Charmera]

Mars
Mars made his way to Cat's room and nodded at her problem. "I'll just hack into the file Cat. I'd rather do it on my own... No offense." Mars said, he trusted Cat and thought she was a good friend, but her powers scared him a bit. If they were in the wrong hands, they could do a lot of damage. He sat down in the chair that Cat offered him, pulling out a flash-drive where kept portable decryption programs. It wasn't as effective as his super computer in his lab would be, but it could decrepit a file no problem. He plugged it into the computer and as the program worked to scramble and decode the password Mars spoke to Cat, "So how's the search been going? You've been in your room a long time. Nico's a little worried, so are the rest of us." Mars told Cat until there was a dinging sound from the computer which indicated that the file was now open. "Well, there you go. You want me to leave?" Mars asked his teammate.

"I've found nothing. Though I think this Nirvana thing is something..." Cat replied then paused. "Actually, you don't mind staying here for a bit? I could use the company..." She then looked at the files she had in front of her. Their titles didn't tell her anything immediately. She was about to double click on one of them when suddenly the files started vanishing. He eyes widened. "Someone's scrubbing the files remotely!" She exclaimed, quickly tossing one of the files onto the hard drive.

Meanwhile, a figure seemed to manifest in the YB server room, pouring herself out of the server machine itself. The figure was clad in black, with a blade in her hand. She proceeded to run out of the room, tripping off a security alarm in her haste. She began to run towards the exit with considerable speed.

[New Rob Halfordia]

A young Arcosian boy walked through a wide alley in between sets of spiring buildings in the streets of Arcos. He stood a measly four feet tall, being only 7 years old. Despite his age, and small size, people stared at him with fear and disgust, as if he was a monster. Those walking towards him on the street quickly shifted their path, their gaze of animosity and trepidation unmoving. For, they stared at a child who, despite being the savior of Arcos, was feared due to his uncontrollable power. This child was known as Frost.

He had fought off the Majins, sustained near life ending injuries, but nothing could prepare him for the pain of the isolation that would come with being born with power. It was unmatched by any physical pain. People did not treat him like a savior, but instead like a monster. His brother, the new King of Arcos, King Cold, took credit for Frost's doing, claiming the title of savior. Now, even simply walking down the streets was enough to make people fear for their lives.

Each time Frost went for a walk, he prayed something might change, that maybe, he might be able be normal. But each time, he was brought to the grim realization that he would never be normal. He wasn't like the others, he was a weapon, something to be feared and loathed, only loved in times of war, and by those who perpetrate such conflict. And even then, it was a cold, materialistic love that one could only have for an object.

Walking through the alley, he saw a group of Arcosian children his age playing with a ball. Frost approached them nervously, "Can... can I play with you guys..." he asked, with a somber timidness. He expected them to act like the others, coldly denying him and moving on.

"Sure! Here catch!" one of the children warmly said, tossing Frost the ball. He was unprepared for them to actually accept him, so when the ball was tossed, Frost momentarily juggled it before finally firmly grabbing it with both hands in what could only be described as a minor spectacle. Looking up, Frost lightly tossed the ball to the Arcosian boy to his right. The ball cycled around, and Frost was actually having fun as they tossed it.

Then, one of the children suggested that they move back, so they could throw the ball a little bit harder. Frost agreed, and the group separated out about twenty feet. When the ball reached Frost, he decided to overhand throw it to the next kid, accidentally hurling the ball towards the boy. It struck him in the face, leaving creating an open wound and causing the child to start crying. As the Arcosian boy's friends rushed to him, Frost yelled out, "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean too!" trying to explain himself.

The children didn't say anything, but only looked at Frost with that look. The same fear and loathing that the adults viewed him with. Two of the kids slung the injured friend's arms over their shoulders, and the group began walking away, occasionally glancing back at Frost, their eyes filled nothing but unease.

Frost held back tears as he ran to the end of the alley, throwing an arm up to block his eyes and try not to cry. As he reached to outside of the wide corridor in between the buildings, and neared the open street, he looked back into the alley, wiping his arm across his face as he did. People were still staring, like he was some kind of monster. Frost looked down at his hands.

He closed his eyes, and let out a small whimper, holding back the urge to cry. Maybe they were right, maybe he was a monster. What do monsters do, Frost wondered, when the answer suddenly came to him. He slowly opened his eyes, and a single tear flowed down the right side of his face. This time, his red eyes were not filled with sorrow, nor distress. But, mirrored the eyes of those around him. Hatred.

He lifted his right hand, pointing it down the crowded alley, and a small purple ball of energy of energy formed. A monster does not sit idly by while innocents content themselves with enjoyments in life. A monster kills.

Suddenly, Frost woke up in Xander's guest room, sweating and breathing heavily. It was a dream. But even if it was a dream, that didn't make it any less real. Frost slowly got up, and exited the guest room. Plopping down on a couch, he waited for Xander, who had yet to introduce him to his wife or anyone else for that matter. The man had seemed to be in a hurry for something, simply telling Frost how to find the guest room and then running off.

[The Fallen Jedi]

The Unsung Brother
Part 1: An Uncomfortable Family Reunion

"Get a squadron ready for my departure, we're going home."

"What in the world..." Satera muttered with awe, watching as the column of energy began to slowly dissipate before disappearing in it's entirety, leaving an ominous vortex spiraling around the wormhole that the sudden burst of energy left behind, this was a once in a lifetime opportunity, not even the Primordials witnessed such an event in their lifetime, this energy was actually strong enough to tear through the universal walls and leave the Masaki Galaxy itself relatively unharmed save for the already unstable state of the cosmic forces that flowed throughout the Galaxy "That column of energy was unlike anything that I've ever seen before, It could tear through the universes walls and yet it didn't tear our home to pieces, what is going on here?" Satera wondered, Ryuichi having been teleported into one of the many sleeping chambers of the Grand Cathedral where he could be left undisturbed while Satera and Alastir investigated the cause of this sudden explosion of energy that rattled Mortis to it's very foundations "Alastir, have you ever witnessed an event of such proportions in your lifetime before, because even my memories cannot recall such an event ever being mentioned in the prophecy." Satera asked, looking down at the docile energy core of Mortis.

Alastir shrugged, even his vast knowledge having no recollection of such an event taking place before "It is beyond my knowledge Satera, not even my absorbees have any memory of such an event occurring within their lifetime, I fear that this may have been caused by the deaths of Shimura, Asumar, and Kazuko. Far too many heralds of the Galaxy's Cosmic Forces have been extinguished from the mortal plane, and their energy has been returned back to the source of all life in this Galaxy, the core of Mortis." Alastir hypothesized, staring at the vibrant core of Mortis, it's green hue representing how this specific energy was considered to be nature incarnate "Perhaps that burst of energy was meant to call upon another bearer of the Primordial Cosmic Force in order to even out the imbalance caused by such an influx of death-" Alastir defensively manifested a shield of dark energy as soon as the Core of Mortis delivered yet another destructive burst of energy that sent the Dark God and the Fused God crashing into ground with extreme force "Another burst of energy?!" Alastir shouted inwardly in utter astonishment, the violent energy subsiding as quickly as it appeared.

"You are correct Lord Alastir, Lord Satera..." a baritone voice began from within a shield of energy that began to slowly crack, being manifested by the power of the Core of Mortis and through his own energy "Or should I say father Satera?" the man, now revealed to be Ximen Masaki stated, a blank expression on his face, his ice blue eyes staring directly at Satera, sensing the energy of Spera and someone far more powerful within this fused being "You have not forgotten about me, have you not father?" Ximen asked, a small smile forming on his face "I haven't had the chance to apologize to you for what I did long ago, but I assume that the Core of Mortis has offered this opportunity for us to reconcile in this dark hour, correct?"

"Ximen..."