Norrin Radd sped through the void of space, singlemindedly hurtling towards Earth. Of all the many peoples in the universe that he had come across in his travels, only the heroes of earth had any chance at all against the danger he came to fortell
The sphere of earth came up in his sight, a tiny blue sphere lit up against the yellow sphere of the sun. Strange, that a planet that small could create beings so powerful- but then again, had not a similar planet created him? No, Galactus created him. Norrin Radd was Norrin Radd no more- he was the Silver Surfer, born to range the cosmos. What was that strange ruins on the moon though?
As he entered earth's atmosphere, he raced around the globe to New York. In an odd twist of fate, most of Earth's champions were concentrated here. Flying through Manhattan, he searched for the Baxter building, but he could not find it. Neither could he find Dr. Strange's brownstone, Stark Tower, or even Spider-Man. Perhaps he was in the wrong city. The Surfer flew up, only to see two cities flanking New York he had never before seen. What had happened?
A quick check in upstate New York yeilded no sign of Charles Xavier's mutants, and so the Surfer made his way to the West Coast. At this point, he would even take the thunderbolts.
But he couldn't find them. Instead, he happened on a giant crater south of San Francisco, and then...
"Halt! Stop Your Vehicle!"
Turning around, the surfer saw a man in a green suit encased in a green aura.
"Under whose authority?"
"The authority of the Green Lantern Corps."