Chapter One
The World Station
On a New Earth, three months later.
"Its finally finished Eobard." Victor said.
"Finally?" Eobard complained. It had been a busy few months for the impatient speedster. Only leaving their abandoned plot of land to steal technology, this earth had no superheroes, or supervillains, they existed in movies and comics but this earth was mostly protected by ordinary human soldiers and police men. He'd laughed when he found that out. Eobard would have described their technology as early twenty-first century but they were still centuries behind what he and Victor were working with.
This world was also vastly different geographically, there was no Central City, no Metropolis and no Gotham. Victor had mentioned that entire countries like Wakanda and his own homeland of Latveria didn't exist either. Not knowing or caring what they were, Eobard questioned no further.
"We are on the cusp of greatness Thawn" Victor said ignoring his town. "Our plan, our design, can finally begin."
"I think you're getting ahead of yourself Victor." The Reverse Flash said with a shake of his head. "The people here could still find us, whoever we bring across could find us."
"I'm not saying we bring the Fantastic Four here right now!" Victor snapped. "But we can bring others here, minor players, some to assist us, some to..."
"-Either play the hero and have these heavily unprepared people freak out, or go on stealing, murdering rampages across a new world, distracting any would be heroes from us." Eobard interjected
"Exactly."
"It'll be chaos." He said, a dark smile spreading across his face.
Enter: LEX LUTHOR
"I would suggest that you send me back to my Earth metahuman." Lex Luthor said to Eobard disgustedly. They had unexpectedly pulled him in whilst he was using his power armour and its weapons had instantly been primed and focused on the Speedster.
"Dont be like that Luthor, I offer you an opportunity." Eobard said with a smile.
He paused for a second, his eyes narrowed. "Speak then."
"Doctor Doom and I found a fresh world, free of superheroes, free of supervillains. You don't exist here, none of us do. No more sordid past, no Superman-"
"Hmm. A world untainted by the boyscout." Lex Luthor said, intrigued but not enough to lower his weapons. "Tell me more."
"We would simply like your assistance in designing protection and further installments for and within the station." Eobard explained. "Then if you want to, you can go back to your Earth."
"This station and this planet do seem like interesting investment opportunities." He mused. "Very well, Reverse Flash, I will help you but I want something in exchange."
"...and what would that be Luthor?" Thawne said with an encouraging smile.
"Control of a state."
Enter: DOCTOR OCTOPUS
"Victor Von Doom?" He said, weary eyed and pale. His rare breed of cancer, which would soon become terminal had just begun to take effect on him. He got up a second later and began to dust himself off from when he felt his waist. "Whe-where are my arms?"
"Teleported you here without them Otto, I know how dangerous you can be with them." Victor grinned.
Octavius grimaced. "...and why did you teleport me here in the first place?"
"To borrow your genius, in exchange for something you want." Doom put simply.
Otto looked up at Victor and the two men locked eyes. "A cure."
"It will be done Otto, there are four geniuses now within the World Station."
He nodded in reply. "What do you want me to do first?"
Enter: BOBA FETT
The bounty hunter updated his log: planet unknown, ship missing. Weapons, armour and jetpack intact. He was on his way to sell information to the Empire, not the most exciting of jobs but they paid incredibly well. Then he was here, torn away from his ship and dumped in a crop field. Fett walked for nearly an hour before he saw a red farmhouse in the distance, he updated his log again: Possible agricultural planet. Technology level assumed to primitive. Planets still existed like this on the far reaches, targets liked to hide out there but they were few and far between.
He approached the house and scanned it with a touch of his helmet. There were three heat signatures inside, human, male and two females, one of them a child. Boba returned his pistol to his holster and tracked the adult male. He was leaving the home. The bounty hunter watched him sit on a bench a few metres from his house from his place in the crops. He was an older man with a moustache, a worn pipe in his mouth. Not a threat. Slowly, he stepped from the field.
The old man got up from the bench with a start, taking the still smoking pipe from his mouth. "First of all, what are you doin' in my corn- and secondly, what the hell are you wearing son."
"Mandalorian battle armour." Boba answered him bluntly. "What planet is this?"
The old man paused, his head cocked slightly. "what?"
"what planet is this?" Boba snapped back at him.
The farmer seemed to notice the (to him) mysterious gun in his holster as he took a step back and fell back into sitting on the bench. "Earth... Where are you from?"
"Not here... Where is the nearest spaceport?" Boba asked simply.
"Like Nasa?" Boba clearly saw the man didn't understand, perhaps they were more primitive of a world than he had first thought. He spoke again. "Look, the next towns a few miles up the road but, youre not gonna show up like that are you?"
Part of him said he should be protected at all times, a more reasonable side told him going undercover might be a safer option. He needed to gauge this planets technology level for himself if he was im any hopes of building himself a distress beacon. "What would you suggest?"
"I have some of my boys old clothes in the house, should be round your size, give me a few minutes." He got up and began walking towards the house. He turned back with a smile. "Co-could you possibly wait 'round in the barn? I'm thinking you might scare my granddaughter."
Enter: SIRIUS BLACK
He assumed he had died. Bellatrix Lestrange, a flash of green light, then a crack. He had thought at first the noise was his body hitting the ground but quickly remembered the killing curse kills you long before you hit the ground. Then he remembered what he was doing. Harry is in danger. He apparated towards the Ministry, as close as he could get anyway as much of the building was covered in enchantments to stop him getting into far.
He was in an underground car park. He apparated to the ministrys entrance. A large post office. His head was spinning, was he apparating being thrown off perhaps. He apparated to Diagon Alley, Hogsmeade and finally Hogwarts, none of them were where they should have been but Sirius knew enough natural and muggle landmarks to know he was in the right location.
Confusion overwhelmed for a second. What if he had died? He hadn't expected much of an afterlife but what kind of punishment was this? What was this place, where there was no wizards or witches, no Hogwarts and no Harry Potter. His concern for his Godson grew by the second, he had left him with the diabolical Bellatrix.
He apparated back to the ministrys former entrance, it was the late afternoon and no one saw him. What would he do now however? His stomach growled to tell him what his next course of action should be. He reached into his pockets and found a single galleon, which would be enough to buy multiple fine meals in any Wizard establishment; he knew that wouldn't be the case in Muggle london.
Across an empty road he watched a man lean into a box on a wall, there was a glowing screen inside it. He pushed a few buttons and a thin sheet of plastic came out followed by a dozen sheets of coloured paper. Muggle money. It clicked in Sirius's head. He turned into a large grey dog and charged across the road, barking at the man. He turned, jumping in fright, the wallet he was tucking his notes into flying from his hand. The dog caught it easily and turned as he landed before bounding off down the street leaving the man behind slightly less money and very bewildered.
Sirius wasn't proud of himself but atleast he could buy himself something to eat and perhaps somewhere comfortable to sleep.
Enter: CORVUS CORAX
The Primarch of the Raven Guard was ready to bring war to the foul xenos below. It wasnt a war his sons were used to fighting, one where a show of might was required over a series of quick and stealthy assaults. His assault force and him had begun to drop from the backs of thunderhawks onto the world below and Corvus lead them. Then suddenly he wasn't. The technology of his suit faltered for a second in the blackness before he was falling again. This time he was alone and hurtling through a blue sky towards a series of large square buildings, seemingly made of glass and metal. Where was he? He rotated in the air, the sky above him was empty, the elite assault force were gone. His communication channel with his men and the ship had turned to static. He rotated again and angled his jetpack, slowing him down before he spiralled upwards and landed with a skid onto a roof of the skyscrapers around him. "By the Emperor." He growled, his helmet analysed the oxygen level of the planets air, it was clean, alot cleaner than most Imperial planets he'd been on. He unclipped his helmet and removed it with a hiss and took a deep breath of warm air. He took a couple of steps towards the edge of the rooftop and looked over it, his enhanced eyes allowed him to see down the many dozens of floors between himself and the ground. Streets spread for miles, covered in humans and vehicles that looked like more primitive and tame versions that he had seen Imperial Guardsmen use.
He saw red and blue lights, converging on his position, he heard alarm sirens closing in all around him. Corvus wondered if all of that was for him, was this a human world that hadn't yet been brought into compliance? Would his word on the Imperial Truth and the Emperor's light be enough for them without the truths a fleet of ships could unveil? No, he was truth enough of the Emperor's light.
"P-put your hands up." A mans voice said weakly, the Primarch had turned and drawn his three-headed whip in a split second. Two men in white uniforms stood in front of a small doorway, each holding a small firearm in front of them, aimed at his chest. Even without his armour Corvus would be at least twice the height and width of these men.
"Is this who your planet sends to great visitors? I mean you no harm." Corvus told him calmly.
"Put down the weapons." The other man told him. He seemed only slightly more courageous than the first.
"Perhaps we both should." The Primarch suggested. These men wore little protection, thin black vests that he doubted could withstand a direct strike from his whip or one of his guns. His enhanced ears detected the whirring of blades, some kind of primitive aircraft. He was correct.
A white helicopter coupled with red and blue prints and the word Police written on the side. A broadcasted voice spoke from it. "Stand down or we will fire." The side door slid open, the riflemen Corvus had already spotted began to take aim.
The Primarch grimaced "Very well." He flicked the whip towards the helicopter, he judged the distance perfectly the ends of it wrapping around the tip of a rifle aiming for his head and yanked it from the shooters grip. The two rooftop guards opened fire, their guns fired some mind of small metal projectile, which pinged off his armour without leaving much of a scratch. He put his helmet back on and disarmed the two men with two motions of his arm. He ran towards the edge of the roof and threw himself off, the wings of his armour roaring into life.
THE WORLD STATION
Doctor Doom smirked at the screens in front of him. There were dozens of screens but many were currently blank, only three were active. One followed the alien bounty hunter Boba Fett as he changed into human streetwear in a barn. One followed the giant warrior as he ran from the human police, across Washington rooftops, with more humans joining the chase with every second. A third worked on relocating the wizard on its feed. Victor hadn't predicted he would have teleportation abilities but Eobard had built technology that could track people of other dimensional origins, as their molecules vibrated at a different frequency.
"Did you really need to call them Doom Drones?" Eobard commented, standing behind him. Otto and Lex shared an awkward glance with one another.
"How do these people factor into this plan Victor?" Luthor asked him. "We could design better distractions than these."
"To stir the pot, to inspire our own creations, just to... See what would happen?" Victor said, not looking away from the screens. The third drone had just refound Sirius Black.
"I have completed blueprints for a power source that can power your World Station." Otto told him, that finally made Victor sit up.
He turned around and stood up, "For how long?"
"Permanently." He told him. "But the items needed for it are rare or may need to be synthesised. It could be months of work and my- uh-"
"I gave you my word Octavius." Doom said sternly. "Tell Thawne what you need and he can retrieve it, while he does that we can work on curing you." He turned to Luthor. "How goes your work?"
"The cloaking device is nearly finished but I admit that I have been distracted." Lex told him honestly.
"With what?" Victor asked, surprised the businessman wouldn't want to be out of the station as quickly as possible.
"Designing a virus that would insert a version of my history across this world's internet, this Earths best cyber security is practically non-existant compared to my software." Lex said smugly. "It's also taking hundreds of millions of dollars from offshore accounts, illegal money from people who will have no recourse. Soon, Lexcorp will be an established enterprise and that name will be strapped across a New York skyscraper." He had selected the big apple as his state of choice and Doom had happily given it to him, he hated the city, calling it a breeding ground for would be fools who call themselves heroes.