The Orbiter shook and shuddered and the figure in blue watched space ripple through a viewscreen in the hall. He sighed and turned, beginning to walk slowly. He walked in the shadows to the control center. He quickly turned on all the computers and began a power cycle. All was in readiness. The Monitor watched his screens and nodded. The computers had woken him up and set the screens to show him the beginnings. The time had come and his preparations would have to do. The Crisis had begun. All the Multiverse was in danger. Perhaps even the Omniverse. Now he must contact his pitifully few agents in the target universes and hope that all his plans and settings had been enough.
He knew his enemy, whoever he or she might be, was lurking out there in the wings and would have to be stopped when he inevitably reared his head. Things were growing and the others had warned him it had reached other dimensions and times as well.
For now, the Monitor aimed at reducing the damage of the oncoming cataclysm as much as possible. It would begin in those seven universes and spread from there... And all the universes would be affected. And nothing at all could be done to stop it. But maybe, maybe, he might be able to blunt the disaster and save a world. Whether anyone would thank him for saving them, especially for what would come afterwards.... Well that was a different matter.
He sent the calls through the system and watched the screens as his five chosen agents went to work. He sat back and contemplated the madness that just one short year had brought into his life. The computers had given him a hope. A small hope, but a hope nonetheless.
He had been reborn out of darkness in the womb of The Orbiter just a year ago and been briefed by his ship's computers. He had been cloned and awoken because of the oncoming crisis, which his computers had predicted with a 96 certainty would destroy the universes if nothing was done to prevent it.. He had spent days relearning how to walk and act and about the current conditions of the universes. he had studies them all and determined that he would split off a small group of universes from the billions out there.
They would be merged by his action and the Crisis would be localized to them... but it would be bad there... and he wasn't sure he could stop anything after that. He kept his computers running and hoped he would be able to find out who had started this and why. For now, he had done all he could and all he could do was watch as his allies began to fight their battles...
It was October 31st and it was the day everything would change...