REIGN
By FAH3
METROPOLIS
Sheri removed her glasses in a huff as she rubbed her eyes. Almost an hour and a half ago, she was at Cadmus Labs HQ and had seen what had become of her former employer Dr. Drakken. Official records had said he was arrested for tax evasion, but she had known better. He had experimented on himself, and he was now in a government freak show that loved to play God. Years ago, she and her brothers stormed the place after they had taken samples of their DNA when she was a young hero. She had seen their attempts at cloning her, and was sickened by it. Before they had been forced to leave, she torched their morgue and every cold storage they had. Today, she found out that they had extra samples of her DNA and they had been using it. If Mercy hadn't told her to come back like she had, there was a good chance she would have fallen off the wagon and drained that bottle of Jack she had been hiding for the past few years.
As Sheri stepped off the elevator and into her high rise office/apartment, she saw Mercy standing at her desk with her eyes glued to a monitor screen. Sheri didn't feel good, was angry, and really needed a stiff and hard drink. So if this wasn't something life altering, someone was going to go flying out of a window.
"This had better be good." Sherri growled.
"One of our satellites got this a few minutes ago before we lost contact." Mercy said as she transferred the image she was looking at to several larger monitors all over the office. What Sherri was looking at made her eyes almost pop out of her head as her mouth hung open. The image was that of the biggest starship she had ever seen. And one thing was certain. The starship in front of them wasn't made by humans at all.
"When was this taken?"
"Two minutes before I called you." Mercy said.
"It's been over an half an hour, which means they've been in orbit for a while." Sherri said.
"I've been monitoring airwaves. Several reports have already been made about something entering the atmosphere." Mercy said.
"What has NASA said?" Sherri asked her.
"Nothing."
"Nothing?"
"They haven't said anything about it. There isn't even any talk about it on military channels." Mercy said, causing Sherri to think for a moment.
"Zoom in on that image." Sherri said. As she watched as the image kept getting larger and larger, she kept her eyes peeled. It was alien technology, so she wasn't sure what –
"STOP!" Sherri said, making Mercy hold the image. "Mercy, what does that look like?" Sherri asked as she pointed to a row of strange looking devices.
"I'm not sure. The design looks familiar though." Mercy said as she looked at the image.
"It should. Remember that little 'package' that alien android gave us a few years ago?" Sheila asked her assistant.
"You mean the one that allowed us to make Metallo?"
"Uh-huh. I've still got R&D going over various projects from that thing. And that's one of them. It's an energy cannon." Sheila said.
"How powerful is it?" Mercy asked.
"The prototype we're working on is the size of a small cannon you see in pirate movies. And if the data is correct, it has enough power to level almost two city blocks. And the cannons on that ship looks like they're about the size of a greyhound bus." Sheila said.
"But why wouldn't NASA say anything?" Mercy asked her boss, causing Sherri to stop and think for a moment.
"Mercy, contact the Justice League." Sherri said.
"What?"
"JUST DO IT!" Sherri shouted, making Mercy scramble to Sherri's desk. Sherri immediately began typing commands into the desktop computer before she began frowning.
"I can't get them. There's nothing but static."
"Contact one of our military contacts. Satellite phone, land line, use any of them." Sherri said.
Sherri watched as Merci grabbed the phone and began dialing and saw the worry and confusion fill her assistant's young face. Mercy didn't have to say a thing. Sherri even tried calling her brothers on her cell phone and heard nothing but static. Whoever these beings were, they were trying to jam Earth's communications.
"Do we know where it's heading?" Sherri asked.
"Projections show that it's heading straight for Coast City, California." Mercy said to her.
"Use Morse code if you have to, but contact NASA and Coast City. Let them now they've got company coming and it isn't friendly." Sherri said
COAST CITY
The Ferris Airfield was one of several hundred complexes that was owned by Ferris Air, one of the leading aircraft developers in the world. But one of the hangers close to the runway, once the home for a new experimental fighter jet for the United States Air Force, was now nothing more than a mass of flames and unrecognizable burning debris. Several fire trucks had been on the scene for almost an hour fighting the blaze, but the hazardous chemicals inside the hanger had made it almost uncontrollable and kept fueling the blaze. The fire fighters had been doing there best to try and keep the other hangers from catching fire since there was various kinds of jet fuel in the hangers next to it. For a moment, it looked like the blaze was finally under control as the flames began to die down.
The relief was too short lived before an unseen fuel drum caught fire and exploded in a massive fireball. Several fire fighters were pushed to the ground, loosing control of their hoses as the blaze burned hotter and anew. As the blaze grew in intensity, the flames began to catch onto the other hangers. The fire chief was shouting for the firefighters to get back. Several had regained their footing and hoses, but the fire chief knew all too well that the heat of the fire would eat through the metal of the other hangers in no time. That meant the hangers were now nothing more than ticking time bombs. Unless a miracle happened, the airfield was going to be a greasy black spot. As the trucks were quickly backed away as the inferno grew hotter, what seemed to be a small boom echoed directly above them. As far as the fire chief knew, no space shuttles ever landed this close to the Western seaboard. And all aircraft were told to avoid the Ferris Airfield. As several of the firefighters looked up, something fast came flying out of the sky and landed directly in the middle of the wild blaze. In what seemed to be only the fraction of a second, a massive explosion rocked the airfield. The sudden explosion caused many of gathered fire fighters to cringe as they covered their ears while other had fallen onto their backs. There was a slight ringing in all of their ears as they looked back up, and saw that the fire was gone. There wasn't really anything left of the hanger that had been on fire, or the jet that it once housed. And from the center of the smoking wreck, a slim feminine figure emerged with a long flowing red cape hanging from her shoulders and a sleek yellow visor covering her eyes.
"You mind telling me what the hell was all that?" the fire chief asked as the woman walked up to him with a relieved smile on her face.
"If you want to stop an oil fire, you set off an even bigger explosion next to it. Sucks out all the oxygen." She said to the experienced fireman.
"That was one hell of a big risk. What if that little stunt of yours backfired?" The man said as his face began to turn a dark shaded of purple. Obviously, he didn't agree with the young woman's method of extinguishing the fire.
"The place was fixing to go off like a Roman candle. Sometimes desperate times call for desperate measures." She said to him.
"I say that we don't looked a gifted hoarse in the mouth. Thanks Superwoman." A young rookie said as he removed his helmet and wiped his sweat off of his brow with the back of his gloved hand.
"I saw Superwoman, and that bitch ain't Superwoman." The fire chief mumbled to himself as he went back to the fire truck he had arrived in. He stopped a few feet short of it as he glanced up into the night sky and noticed something strange. "Is that a plane coming in?" he asked as he pointed toward the dark skies behind the young woman's head.
The young Superwoman turned as several other firefighters also looked at the strange set of lights that were shinning in the distance. Normally, the flashing lights of various planes were white or red. These lights looked more like several glittering prisms that were hovering instead of flying.
"I don't think that's a plane." The young woman said.
"It isn't!" one of the officials of Ferris Air said as he rushed out onto the runway as fast as he could and tried to catch his breath when he reached them. "It – it isn't. All communications are down, but Gough Industries has been sending messages through various radio frequencies using Morse code. That's an alien spacecraft, and it's heading directly for us. And according to the transmissions, it's heavily armed!" the man said as the panic in his face became more evident.
"If it has that many lights, then that thing's got to be huge." Another firefighter said out loud.
"It looks like I'm going to be staying in Coast City a little longer than I planned." The woman said.
"We appreciate it, Ma'am. With Green Lantern being called away every so often, I don't know what we would have done." The man from Ferris Air said. "But, what if they really are hostile?"
"Then they're going to regret the day I left Metropolis." She said as her suit began to glow.
METROPOLIS
High above the skies of Metropolis, the cybernetic organism that claimed to be Superwoman was using its various sensors to scan Metropolis both visually and monitoring police bands. It had already completed one sweep of the massive city and was about to begin another when the various super computers alerted her of an incoming contact on a private frequency.
"White House to Superwoman, can you read me?" the voice said almost inside her head.
"Superwoman here. What's wrong?" she asked.
"We just received a message from Gough Industries in Morse code. They're claiming that a large alien craft is inbound to Coast City. We've tried to contact NASA, but everything is down."
"Give me a moment." The cyborg said as its machine components went work. "Communications are being jammed, sir."
"Then that means the report is correct. We can't contact any of our armed forces at the moment, Superwoman. We need you to get to Coast City in case these visitors are hostile."
"I'm already altering course." The cyborg said as she banked and plotted course to the West Coast.
"Be on your guard. You might have a fight waiting for you."
"What makes you suspect that?"
"A satellite was able to get a picture of this ship before everything went down. According to Gough Industries, this ship is heavily armed. We're talking about weapons of mass destruction on a much larger scale."
"Acknowledged, White House. I'll be on my guard."
"You will have some back up when you get there. Before we lost communications, we were receiving reports that the visored Superwoman is already there."
"She is?" the cyborg asked.
"She's been there for the past few days."
"That sounds a little too convenient if you ask me." The cyborg said.
"You don't really think she's in league with these aliens, do you?"
"I guess there's only way to find out."
THE WATCHTOWER
Mr. Terrific was monitoring and checking up on the various workings and systems of the station as part of his normal routine. Everything with the reactor was still green, and several of the lower decks were reporting everything was normal so far. There were a few problems with several Javelins, but they were being repaired at that very moment. Besides a few toilets becoming clogged, it seemed that everything was still functioning as it should be. As a matter of fact, everything on Earth seemed to be quiet at the moment. And that was a little strange since it was almost extremely rare occurrence in their line of work. However, the only thing that was making him become a little uneasy that he had caught a glimpse of J'onn in his peripheral vision. J'onn's facial expressions were hard to read at times when he was in his Martian form, making it seem like he wasn't feeling anything. But at that moment, J'onn seemed to be very frustrated. And if it was that obvious to read his usual neutral demeanor, that made Mr. Terrific very uneasy.
"Everything okay, J'onn?" he asked the green skinned alien.
"Something's not right." he said as he began checking various systems.
"I didn't see anything malfunctioning when I ran my usual diagnostic." Mr. Terrific said.
"It's not that." J'onn said.
"Okay. Then what is it?" he asked.
"You're aware I'm telepathic, right?" J'onn asked him.
"I think everybody up here knows that." Mr. Terrific said.
"On Mars, we have to be trained from birth on how to control our abilities. But even then, we can still hear the thoughts of everyone around us. So we are taught how to tune other minds out in order to function, and how to concentrate on specific minds." J'onn said.
"You still have to do that on Earth?"
"Especially on Earth. But something isn't right, though. Even when I tune out other minds, I can still sense them. I can sense the minds of everyone on the station and many people on Earth. But right now, I feel like one area on the Earth has just suddenly gone quiet. I can't sense anything." J'onn said.
"Gone quiet?" Mr. Terrific asked.
"I can't hear anyone near the Pacific Ocean anymore. It's as if they're not there." J'onn said.
"Could it be because we're on the other side of the planet right now?" Mr. Terrific asked.
"But we'll be above North America in a few minutes. As we grow closer, their thoughts should be growing louder. Instead, there's nothing but silence. Psychic static, if you will." J'onn said
"Let me check the satellite feeds. Maybe they can find something." Mr. Terrific said and began monitoring the various video feeds.
"Find anything?" J'onn asked.
"Nothing so far. I've been going over the video from the past four hours and – wait a minute." Mr. Terrific said as he began to rewind some of the footage he had just watched.
"What is it?" J'onn asked as he walked to Mr. Terrific's station.
"I'm not sure." Mr. Terrific said as he began to watch the footage more closely. "I don't believe it." he said to himself before replaying the footage. "Why didn't I see this? The footage I'm looking at is a recorded loop."
"How can you tell?"
"There's certain patterns in the video feed I can see. After a few minutes, I see the same exact pattern. Something is jamming the satellite transmissions."
"Our monitoring systems have been compromised." J'onn said to himself. As both realized what had happened, the power grid in the entire space station seemed to slow for one brief moment before everything returned to normal.
"Was that a power surge?" Mr. Terrific asked.
"Impossible. Not unless,"
"Captain Atom to Bridge!"
"Bridge here, Captain." Mr. Terrific said.
"I'm in the Javelin hanger, and we've got a problem. None of the systems are responding. It's as if the whole hanger is on lockdown!"
"That can't be right." Mr. Terrific said as he began to go through the various lines of code.
"J'onn? This is vigilante, can you hear me?" the heavily southern accented voice said.
"I read you. What's wrong?"
"I'm on level 34. I was trying to head home on the transporter pad, but the dang thing is on the fritz."
"It's not just that transporter pad. All of the transporters are off-line. Weapons, communications, the hangers, everything. That power surge must have been a computer virus. The Watchtower just became a prison, J'onn." Mr. Terrific said.
"Captain Atom, this is J'onn. Do what you can to bring the hanger back on-line. If you have to, blow the doors open."
"I'll do what I can. Atom out."
"All repair crews report to the main reactor. Run a full system diagnostic, and make sure the reactor is stable." J'onn said into the PA. "The last thing we need is for the station to become a ticking time bomb." J'onn said to himself.
"This is no coincidence, J'onn. Someone planned this." Mr. Terrific said.
"Someone doesn't want us in the way. But who?" J'onn asked.
"It has to be someone who can also block your powers. What about Gorilla Grodd?" Mr. Terrific asked.
"I just received a progress report from Gorilla City yesterday. He's still incarcerated under maximum security." J'onn said. Then, J'onn let out a loud gasp like he had just had the wind knocked out of his lungs as his eyes widened in pure horror. J'onn just stood rooted to the spot before he collapsed to the floor.
"J'onn!" Mr. Terrific said as he rushed to the Martian's side. "J'onn, what is it?"
"S-so many." J'onn whispered.
"What?" Mr. Terrific asked him.
"I-it felt like millions of voices cried out in terror, a-and were just suddenly – silenced. S-something – horrible h-has happened." J'onn said as Mr. Terrific helped him back on his feet.
"Guys!" Josh said from one of the lower levels.
"What is it, Flash?" J'onn asked him.
"California's coming up, and something wrong down there!" Flash shouted.
Most of the heroes in Watchtower's bridge rushed to the viewing windows as fast as they could as they came into orbit above California. As soon as it came into view, everyone's eyes widened in shock. From one point on the West Coast, a massive bright light began to shine, like a lens flare on a picture. They could see a small circle emerge from it before it dissipated, but they all knew what had just happened. Someone had just set off a nuclear, and there was nothing they could do about it.
"Does anyone know where that is?" Star Girl asked.
"I'm not sure, but I think that's Coast City." Josh said.
"You mean Green Lantern's hometown?" Hawk asked while his brother Dove just looked on in horror.
"We need to get the communications back up. NOW!" J'onn said.
"I'm on it!" Mr. Terrific said as he rushed back to his station. This didn't make any sense. Why all this effort just to attack one point on the West Coast? It couldn't be a full scale attack, otherwise there would be multiple attacks all over the continent.
"J'onn?" Mr. Terrific asked, trying to gain the Martian's attention. "J'ONN!" he shouted.
"What is it?" J'onn asked.
"Everything just came back on-line. As soon as that explosion happened, the Watchtower's systems returned to normal." Mr. Terrific said. "J'onn, you won't believe this."
MINUTES EARLIER
For once, as it sometimes happens, the weatherman's forecast had been right for a change. Clear blue skies with the only clouds in the sky being those that almost looked like white cotton. The temperature outside was in the low seventies, with a nice cool breeze blowing through the city here and there. There was no smog outside, no sign of rain, just the perfect day to be out and about in Coast City. And many of its citizens were doing their best to enjoy the day as much as possible. Families and children were in the parks, playing and having fun or just enjoying a family meal together. Public pools were open, and filled with the laughs and splashing of the swimmers there. If anyone were to say it was a perfect today, then they would be very sadly mistaken.
Everyone and everything in Coast City seemed to instantly freeze in its place as it came toward them. A massive shadow that began to eclipse all light from the entire city as the giant object from space blocked out the sun's rays. The underside of the mammoth almost looked like a bizarre alien city that had been turned upside down. Several spires reached downward toward the city, almost looking like they had been made and shaped to resemble hideous stalactites. The paint the covered the ship was an orange that could only been seen in the sky during the setting sun, but everyone in the city could see the various dents and scratched in its metal skin from its travels through the depths of space. And hovering above the city, looking at the massive ship with wide eyes wonder and fear, was a young woman wearing a yellow crystal visor and a flowing red cape.
"Sweet Jesus." She whispered to herself as she saw the alien creation up close. She thought she could handle it when she found out the ship was on its way to Coast City. But now that it was here and hovering above her, she was seriously starting to doubt herself and her abilities. "Okay, just calm down. Let's just see what this sucker's decked out wi,"
"DON'T MOVE!" a strange voice said behind her. When she turned around, she frightened for a moment, but only for a moment, at what she saw.
"What are you doing here?"
"We've arrived, my Lord." One of the pilots said to it's hulking commander.
"Release the pods."
"Sir, shouldn't we give the systems a moment to," an engineer said before his head exploded in a smoking mass of flesh, bone, and brains. Everyone looked on in fear as their leader lowered the small weapon and placed it back into its holster beside his command chair. His eyes glared at the remaining bridge crew as they all froze in place and began to quake in fear.
"If any of you question my orders again, I'll will personally tear your hearts from your chests with my bare hands. We are behind schedule, and our presence has been discovered. NOW LAUNCH!" he bellowed.
The remaining engineers wiped the blood and brains from their dead crewmate off of the control panels and immediately set to work while the pilots made sure their positions above the city were secured and the necessary systems were getting more than enough power. What was about to happen next, they were going to need every ounce of power they could get if they were to survive. Of course, when it came to their commander's wrath, many of them would rather be in the city below them right about now.
"Are you just going to float there and stare at me, or are you going to help?" Galatea asked the woman in front of her.
"Why bother?" the woman asked as the crimson red eye piece focused on her as the various scanners within her began to take several readings.
"Is that tin can on your head working right? We've got aliens just hovering above us, and we don't know what their intentions are." Galatea said, but the cyborg just floated there.
"Right now, it doesn't matter what their intentions are. In a few moments, it won't matter." The cyborg said.
Soon, like a strange rain, several sphere's the size of fully loaded mini-vans began to rain down from the ship and onto Coast City. The orbs crashed into the streets, destroying various cars. They were crashing through the various buildings, their combined weight and speed actually burrowing through the buildings destroying anything in their ways. Several of the smaller buildings were being pelted several times and began to collapse in on themselves, causing walls of debris to flood the streets and causing the various citizens to choke and almost suffocate. But the one thing that could be considered one of the most horrifying, heart wrenching sounds ever known was the sounds of everyone screaming. In terror, pure intense fear, and in gut wrenching pain. She could hear all of it from above the city. People below her were either in pain or dying from the spheres as they fell upon the city below her. It was the sounds of those screams that snapped Galatea out of her fear and worry.
"I don't care what the hell you do, tin head. I've got a city to save!" Galatea said as she flew passed the cyborg and began looking for a way for her to enter the ship to stop all this. They cyborg merely smiled as her cybernetic arm began to shift and change.
"Turning your back on me was your first mistake." She said as she began to fly after the young women and was easily catching up to her.
As Galatea kept surveying the surface of the alien ship, she suddenly found herself jerked backward as a strong arm circled around her neck and began to choke off her air supply. Immediately she grasped the arm that was choking her as hard as she could and tried to pry it away from her throat, but she couldn't. The strength that she was being held with was incredible. Almost impossible! As she glanced upward, she could see long red hair, and part of the face of the woman she had once been a replicant of.
"What – what the hell a-are you doing?" Galatea demanded as she continued to pry the cyborg's arm off of her.
"There's one thing I want you to know." The cyborg whispered into her ear as she felt something hard being jabbed into her back. "You will be blamed for deaths of millions."
Galatea's eyes went wide as soon as she heard those words. With every ounce of strength she had in her entire body, Galatea jerked to the left and broke the cyborg woman's grip on her, but also felt an intense burning feeling in the right side of her lower back that went all the way to her abdomen. She gripped her abdomen and almost balled into a fetal position as the burning seemed to grow and intensify. She gritted her teeth so hard that she felt she was jamming her teeth deeper into her jaw as tears streamed from her eyes and down her face uncontrollably. How she didn't scream from the agonizing pain, she didn't know. She truly didn't. If there was some other way to describe the ungodly amount of burning and pain that seemed to just suddenly flood throughout her body, agonizing wouldn't be it. She wasn't sure any word in any language in the universe could describe how much she was hurting at that moment.
"Still alive? I'm actually impressed. I expected you to be as burnt as the city soon will be." The cyborg said, causing Galatea to look up at her through her tears. The cyborg was floating closer toward her, and she could see her cybernetic arm was shifting and changing into something larger and more threatening. She didn't need to be as smart as Kal-El to know that her arms was turning into one ugly, big ass cannon.
"Lord, all 77,000 orbs have been dropped. What are your orders, sire?" a small engineer on the bridge of the alien craft asked as he humbled himself before merciless commander. At that moment, the small alien wasn't even sure he could keep any of his three bladders under control.
"Y-you d-don't – care. D-do you?" Galatea asked the machine in front of her.
"But I do care. I care a great deal about this city's fate." The cyborg said as the weapon her arm had become began to power up. "What I care about is that everything in this city, and in this entire area, is completely obliterated." The cyborg said as she leveled the large cannon evenly with Galatea's head.
"DETONATE THEM, YOU FOOL! NOW!" the large tyrant screamed, his voice almost shaking the very bridge itself as the engineers typed in the commands for the sphere's below them.
"Fusion grid if forming, Lord Mongul. Power level is now at twenty-three percent and rising quickly."
"RAISE THE SHIELDS! Once the grid is in place and ready, we'll have to ride out the biggest explosion this planet has ever seen." The commander said with sadistic glee in his eyes, and blood thirsty and murderous smile on his face.
"The grid is formed, sir!" one engineer shouted to his master.
"Then let this village of pathetic Earth trash die!"
The cannon was leveled to her face, and Galatea could see the energy blasts forming in both barrels of the weapon in front of her. For one brief moment, she wondered if this was how some humans felt while looking down the barrel of a gun as it was fixing to fire its deadly projectile. Fear and sadness filled her mind as she realized she was fixing to die in a matter of moments. She closed her eyes, not wanting to see the blast coming for her as she whispered one last phrase before it was all over.
"Kal, I love you."
Something else happened. Both of them heard it at the same time, stopping there actions as they floated in the air. Galatea's eyes bolted open as she and the cyborg looked down as they saw the explosion begin to happen. It was almost amazing as time seemed to slow to a crawl within those moments. The entire ground seemed to swell like a bubble before everything began to crack like an egg. All at once, buildings cracks and collapsed like a house of cards, the streets shattered like thin sheets of ice. And then came the blinding white light. In a series of seconds, seventy-seven thousand individual explosions coalesce into one massive blast. Every office, every home, every school and hospital is atomized and becomes nothing more than dust in the wind. The west coast is completely shattered as more then seven million men, women, and children that once called this city home die.
Inside the bridge of the alien craft, every life form and creature inside of it had to hold on for dear life as the magnitude and shockwave of the blast it had caused violently rocks the ship almost beyond anything it was built to withstand. Even though there was a chance they may die at that moment, everything and everyone stayed at their post and continued to work to their best abilities to make sure the ship stayed in one piece.
"Shields are down thirty-nine percent, sir!" one of the pilots shouted.
Hold steady! We're through the worst of the blast. We can only hope that the leader has survived." The commander said.
It may have seemed like only seconds, but it felt more like years as the blast and the shock waves shred and buffet everything in their path. But finally, after what felt like endless hell on Earth, the blast and shock waves finally pass. As the clouds of debris and intense fire finally begin to part, nothing remains of Coast City. No plants, no structures, not even insects. Nothing but the crater the massive blast created. Inside the ship, the commander of the murderous horde responsible delighted in the wake of so much carnage and death. If he had heard the screams of all the innocents before they died, he most likely would have had an orgasm on the spot.
"We're directly above the epicenter and it's perfectly calm, lord." One alien tech said.
"Then we must hurry before the leader arrives. Move to the next phase and release the seeds." The conquer said.
Once more, the alien craft unloaded another payload. This time, unlike the bombs that had just killed so many, these orbs were smaller and larger in number. Looking like thousands of over sized marbles, the strange orbs propelled themselves deep into the ground. Once they reached the depth they were programmed to reach, a strange metamorphosis began. The seeds opened, and micro machinery began to extend, replicate, and build. Like a hideous plant from a nightmare, the machinery in the seeds continued to build and grow, connecting with the machinery of other seeds and continued to expand. The smoothed and burnt ground broke and shattered as the machinery pierced through and continued to connect, to grow, and to build something hideous and massive on the graves of so many innocents.
"Underground completion is complete, Lord Mongul."
"Excellent! The leader shall be pleased with us when we finally rendezvous. Bring us closer to the constructs. As soon as the docking bays are finished, dock the ship." Mongul said as he stood, towering over every one of his crew and exited the bridge.
It had only been ten minutes since the Coast City was wiped off the face of the Earth, and the machine seeds were already finished creating the base of hideous structure that aliens would soon call home. And not far from the construct, a metal fist punctured through the ground before a dirt covered body with flowing red hair followed. The red cape was in taters and slightly burned, as well as various parts of the uniform she wore to hide the biological portions of her body. As soon as she was on her feet, she launched herself into the air until she was high above the alien city. From her position, she could see that destruction was so massive and all-consuming and the self-constructing replacement for the dead city was breathtaking in its appearance. It was all so beautiful in the cyborg's eyes.
"Wh - - uperwo – an yo" a transmission said. It was the White House. They were trying to contact her. She had to compensate for some of the debris that was still in the air. "White House to Superwoman, are you there? For God's sake, if you can hear me you've got to answer!" the transmission said.
"I can barley hear you, White House. There's a lot of debris in the atmosphere." The cyborg said as she saw that half of the alien base was now complete. She could now also see the alien vessel flying towards a docking port and immediately made her way towards it.
"Thank God. Everything was jammed earlier, but now there's too much smoke and ash to see anything. We were finally able to contact the Justice League, but what they've told us – Superwoman, what do you see? Tell me that this isn't really,"
"I'm – afraid so." The cyborg said, making sure it sounded upset. "I did everything I could, but it's gone. Everything is – is just gone."
"Why? I mean – HOW? There's got to be something!"
"The only thing here is a large smoldering crater, White House."
"What about that alien ship? Can you even see it?"
"It's gone without a trace, White House. There was a good chance it was destroyed in the explosion as well. Right now White House, the only thing here is me. But I'll keep looking." She said as she landed on top of the alien ship as a large hatch opened three feet in front of her.
"Sweet Jesus, Mary, and Joseph. Do what you can, Superwoman. We'll be sending emergency teams A.S.A.P.."
"Superwoman out." She said as Mongul's large massive form rose through the hatch, and what visible light made his yellow skin resemble the same tone as a putrid corpse. Mongul walked to the small cyborg and looked down at it before it sank to one knee and looked down. "You do know that we're behind schedule."
"The construction is almost complete, master. It shouldn't be much longer.
"Good. We will make these backwater idiots choke on their own blood." The cyborg said with a small chuckle.
"Yes, master. Your dreams shall be fulfilled." Mongul said as he took the human hand of the cyborg and kissed it.
"I've reshaped Coast City to my desire. Once I'm done, Earth shall be damned! And the universe shall forever blame Superwoman for it!" the cyborg said as it looked at it's creation brought to life. "Once construction is finished, begin work immediately. Metropolis shall be our next target."