DC Universe vs. Star Wars Universe
Chapter 1: First Encounter
Flares of light turn golden for a moment as if the sun had drifted that much closer. A single ray of yellow energy struck the street turning cars into instant ash. The ground cracked open the sounds of screams were muted the Man of Steel he had learnt from long years how to drown out the cries of fear, the cries of shock and panic form the cries of panic, and hurt from pain and suffering.
Faster than a speeding bullet the man of steel appeared in the skies racing to the scene his form majestically framed by the suns life giving rays. In a red and blue streak he descended towards the scene that would change the world. With his red cape flapping in the wind his face stern and the fierce light of his sapphire eyes penetrating the cloudy plumes of smoke rising from the split concrete.
From the broken street rose a dark figure more machine then man the only sound besides the falling of water from a broken water vein, the hideous sound of mechanical breath. A solitary figure arose from the crater the darkness of his armor marred by dust and debris. The masked face being stared up through red filter light.
The sound of sirens penetrated the still silence and police cruiser pressed the breaks of their cars. Old hands at this another alien creature fallen from space to terrorize fair Metropolis. Swat units poured out from armor cars their rifles and shields ready to halt this newest threat, before the world's greatest hero could ever take flight.
Sight align foreign words penetrated the gloom as the red filter shifted into focus and the dark solitary figure remembered sweeping vistas of far off worlds. A world he despise of sand that was barren, and a land of plenty where he had once been loved. Before him he sense fear and anger, hatred and envy he smiled behind his mask; a mask that had stricken fear in the hearts of the galaxy. Drawing himself up he drew upon the power that resided inside. His body expanded inside and that expansion was mirrored outwardly rising up floating until his boots touched the paved street.
The cops kneeling and standing spoke words of arrogant pride, words that people speak when they think they have an advantage, but their words fell on deaf ears and the dark figure moved towards them the gait of his walk strangely hypnotizing.
The man of steel raised his voice to stop the inevitable outcome, but it happen before he could speak the report of guns he flew down his cape whipping about him, but he need not have bother for the bullets stood motionless in midflight.
The dark clad figure cocked his head to the side, his towering form for a moment pausing as he gazed at the hundreds of projectiles suspended in motion. He laughed a laugh he had not felt for years from when he was whole, before all that he knew was stolen from him. His wife taken, his children hidden, his life destroyed and his body taken by his friend and master. Anger boil inside him and if he had been more man then machine then he would have cooked himself from the inside out. Instead he motioned with his hand sending the projectiles to ground a ringing sound like raindrops upon a roof.
The officers so cocky and confident backed away in fear now, but it was too late as the towering figure made a simple gesture with his hand. His open palm formed in a choking hold. In a single Instant he clenched his fist tight a hundred lives winked out of existence.
A sonic blast shattered the windows, buckled structures and the roar of a man, in the body of a man god cried out in grief. Mad with rage the Man of Steel descended all of the compassion washed away in sea of anger and hatred. He struck with all his might, but it was already too late the dark figure step aside casually as the ground buckled beneath the punched meant to destroy him. Great fissures sprung up causing the city block to fall into itself where the punch landed.
Turning to face the dark apparition the Man of Steel breath heavily causing the air to turn cold freezing the ground and the rubble around him pushing the black clad invader back. Ice coated the black figure his movements once smooth if slightly odd were not jerky giving the man of steel the advantage as he struck a blow driving the armor man to his knees.
"Who are you?" Superman asked with deadly calm his burning eyes giving the lie to this outward demeanor.
"The force is strong in you," answered and dark clad figure heavy breathing echoing in the now silent city if one could tune out the sirens and alarms blaring white noise.
"You killed innocents I will not let you escape," said the enraged hero moving with all the speed he could muster punching with all his might.
The dark figure stopped the assault in mid-strike, even in his weaken state, and with a single gesture sent the man of steel hurling away to crash into a building.
Undeterred Superman rose up flying towards his enemy both hands extended outward he shrugged off the curious push that had sent him hurling earlier slamming into the armor figure who black cape flutter behind him as Superman lifted him heavenward.
The dark figure reached out with frozen grip grasping the Man of Steel around his thick corded neck choking the life and breath from him. Superman's grip weakened, his flight becoming erratic before he unleashed the heat rays that scored a path across his adversary taking the arm that choke the life from him in a death grip off sending it hurling away. In a show of anger Superman hurtled downward slamming the alien invader into the ground driving him into the earth. Anger and rage fueled Superman in that moment as sent a devastating punch in the dark villains face, punch after punch Superman delivered into the mask of the villain.
Finally his senses returned and he looked around himself seeing the destruction he had wrought he looked up as those comrades and compatriots surrounded him their eyes cast away too afraid to speak openly before the symbol of just.
Only one person spoke, "Get a hold of yourself Clark," The whisper came as another dark figure this one a force for good spoke.
"Bruce," Superman whispered in despair as he stared into the cape crusaders dark eyes. "He killed them?" he said questioningly as he looked at the hole he'd punched into the earth's crust.
"Get a hold of yourself, we will retrieve the body and do a thorough scan of his mind if there is anything left."
"I understand…Bruce," Superman said his eyes clouded his voice sad, but resolved. "Do you still have it…just in case?"
"Of course Clark," Batman replied turning his attention to the crater his ringing out with command and authority as he commanded the League into action.
What was his name he wonder? He had walked cold impersonal corridors of star destroyers, and stood upon the bridge of the ultimate weapon and watched it be destroyed as he was thrown into darkness. He had lay dying after finally taking destiny into his own prosthetic hands. He had saw his sons face for the first time. Each breath he had taken was like breathing in the fires of the sun. He had passed on he had become one with the universe. He had been redeemed and seen his old master his friends, he linger watching over the daughter he had tortured and pursued across the galaxy he watched his bloodline swell and then one by one he had saw them fall.
He had watched, and he had waited, and then they had come and he had been wrenched from his abode he had been taken from the universe and sealed in a great battery and used for longer than he could image. Now he was free somehow, but in this horrible manifestation. Curiously there was no hatred, there no was peace either, but acceptance.
His thought stilled and new presence intruded on his domain, eons of waiting and the old lessons came back his master's words reaching into his conscious as he built walls of defense. He could not detect the origins of the life form, but he was powerful.
"My name J'onn. I have been set the task of discovering who you are."
"To tread into the mind of Lord Vader is to tread upon the path of the dark side," He replied his voice the embodiment of fear.
"Vader?"
"Vader?"
"Who is Anakin?" The Martian Manhunter asked. Seeing the divide three aspects of this being. A child and a slave, his only love his mother. A young man proud and scarred a hero loved and admired, but beset with doubt, and envy. And the enforcer more machine and then man, powerful and strong a force of terror and destruction the face of evil, but still a puppet."
"You want to enter my mind, so be it? Feel My pain fill my suffering, know the power of the dark side," The voice said the deep and powerful voice commanded compelling the Man-Hunter into the depths of the twisted mind of a man who had been Hero and Villain who had saved countless millions and doomed billions in single move. He had rescue the damn saved families taken the entire world from the clutches of greedy power brokers, and had slain and entire people in vengeance he, broken oaths and sworn allegiance to evil he had cause the death of beloved, had fallen to his brother, and risen to take vengeance and the order that raised him and taught him the ways of the force. He was the balance by destruction and life he was the force.
For the Martian Man-Hunter it was too much to bare. He had watched his world be razed, but his experiences had nothing on the scale of destruction witness and participated by the mind he'd enter. The Martian Manhunter felt fear as if he were caught in some nightmare. He saw ships at the command of single being spanning across vast light years laying waste upon all who impose him. He watched countless beings fall to a glowing red blade and shouted out as the full wave of emotions from distant stars crash over him. He screamed in his mind a scream that could wake the dead, but to the outside world he was till as a statue as the mind of Darth Vader swirled through his consciousness.
"Something's wrong," Said the flash his red figure with yellow lightning bolt appearing in a swirl of dust and wind as knelt before the man hunter looking into his vacant eyes.
"What can we do," Superman asked concern in his voice.
"Call—I"
"!" The Man-Hunter screamed his form shifted into a thousand faces and races instantaneously his face turning into a boy leaving his mother and unshed tears that linger in his heart to the young man who wielded a glowing blade of blue light who ran cross vast battle fields and different worlds a champion of justice. Then his face changed into a horrible vestige of pain and agony of disfigurement. The mask of warring emotion spoke of wells of deep hatred and resentment whether directed outward or inward no one could tell. it was a face burn beyond recognition. Then he took on the appearance of the dark vestige an appearance that had sent entire world scrambling for cover. Finally the Man-Hunter moved, falling lifelessly to the ground his body laid out across the desert terrain that Superman's blind rage had taken the battle to.
"J'onn," Superman said going to him his face strain as he watch is friend for any stirring of life.
"He's dangerous, too dangerous to leave, we must take him to the Hall of Justice holding facility."
"Not the watch tower?" The Green Lantern asked stepping forward to lift the Martian from the ground using his green power ring to form a stretcher lifting the Martian up.
"No to the Hall, I won't have the Watch Tower compromise and an enemy we have Intel on. Take John to the hall as well he might be possessed and if he is he will be too dangerous to contain."
The green lantern nodded his head extending the field of his ring into a stretcher the military used to take their wounded off the battlefield. John Stewart Blasted off the flash on his trial as Superman and Batman stood isolated from the league none daring to enter their personal space.
