Nemo - SMW IV - Extreme Justice

by Spaceman

Nemo - Survivor of the Myriad World - Book 4 - The Heroes of Horai enter a new world, a Earth of a DC Universe. A world that mixes the histories of many worlds/ They don't know why they were sent to this world, but they will ensure JUSTICE! Young Justice x Justice League Crossover. Bi-Monthly Updates.

Nemo – Survivor of the Myriad Worlds IV

Extreme Justice

SIOC multi-crossover

Story Start: November 16, 2024

Disclaimer:

My Hero Academia (Boku no Hīrō Akademia) is the property of Kōhei Horikoshi and Shueisha.

Marvel Characters belongs to Marvel Comics.

Fairy Tail belongs to Hiro Mashima and Kodansha.

BLEACH belongs to Tite Kubo and Shueisha.

Inuyasha belongs to Rumiko Takakashi (as does all her other works)

Yuyu Hakusho belongs to Yoshihiro Togashi (as does all his other works).

Sailor Moon belongs to Naoko Takeuchi and Kodansha.

Justice League was created by DC Comics, developed by Bruce Timm and produced by Warner Bros. Animation

Young Justice was created by DC COmics, developed by Brandon Vietti and Greg Weisman for Cartoon Network and distributed by Warner Bros. Domestic Television.

OCs belong to Spaceman (Me).

All characters and Ideas belong to their respective owners. This is a work of non-profit and no offense is intended. This fanfiction is for entertainment purposes only.

Art – While I do appreciate fanart, I do not have the budget commission art. My cover art is free art by Perchance.

Notes:

Chapter 01 – Secret Origins

*Nemo*

In the ethereal tapestry of universes, where heroes and villains clash and destinies intertwine across dimensions, a unique saga unfolds—a tale of perseverance, transformation, and the indomitable human spirit. This is the story of Team Horai, an assemblage of exceptional characters, united by fate and purpose, as they step into a new world full of magical wonders and lurking dangers.

The Rise of Nemo

Centuries ago, in a realm abundant with heroes and villains, a man was tragically reborn. This world, colossally influenced by Quirks—unique abilities bestowed upon individuals—seemed destined to define and confine him. Yet, despite being born with a simple Quirk, he continued to strive forward, undeterred by the circumstances of his birth. In an unfortunate turn of events, a careless action by a local hero nearly cost him his life. This moment of impact became a catalyst that propelled him onto an unforeseen path.

Caught in the clutches of despair and manipulation, he was transformed into a high-end Nomu—a monstrous being engineered by a malevolent scientist. Stripped of his original identity yet endowed with formidable power, he was renamed Nemo, yet beneath the surface, the man persisted. Infiltrating a prestigious academy for aspiring heroes, Nemo gradually embraced his new self. With the unwavering support of friends who believed in him, he dared to face the villains who had brought his life into turmoil, including his own "father," the mad scientist who had created him.

They triumphed and ushered in a new age—one marked by hope rather than fear. But Nemo's journey did not conclude there. He transcended boundaries, crossing into worlds unknown. In one realm saturated with magic and wonder, he grappled with dark mages and menacing monsters, brave enough to face a terrifying dragon—the harbinger of apocalypse. In the ensuing battle, he emerged victorious, not only vanquishing the beast but claiming the mantle of the new Dragon King.

Continuing his odyssey, Nemo propelled himself into a third world teeming with supernatural beings, where he established a sanctuary—a mystical island known as Horai. For over six centuries, he and his allies tirelessly defended this world from evils that threatened its peace. Ultimately, after defeating the malevolent sorcerer Akihiko, they set their sights on yet another adventure—stepping into a new world pregnant with possibilities and challenges.

The Legacy of Izumi Horai

Among those embarking on this journey was Izumi Horai, formerly known as Izumi Midoriya and the twin sister of the revered hero Izuku Midoriya. Born in the world of Quirks, she and her brother shared the disappointment of being born Quirkless, yet their dreams of heroism burned brightly. Izuku's perseverance led him to inherit the formidable Quirk known as One for All from his idol, the legendary All-Might (Toshinori Yagi).

While her brother fought valiantly to become a symbol of peace, Izumi's fate took an extraordinary turn when she encountered an interdimensional spider, an event that bestowed upon her powers reminiscent of Marvel's famed hero, Spider-Man. She wielded these newfound abilities with grace, becoming a formidable Hero in her own right. However, it was not just the allure of heroism that guided her; her heart was captured by Nemo. Together, they traversed realms, and their bond deepened, culminating in Izumi becoming Nemo's first wife and a steadfast pillar amid chaos and uncertainty.

The Tale of Irene Horai

Irene Horai, born Irene Belserion, was a queen of a mighty kingdom in the magical world of Earth land. Known for her wisdom and benevolence, Irene forged strong relationships between dragons and humans, ensuring peace reigned in her realm. Yet tranquility was shattered when a horde of malevolent dragons invaded, threatening to obliterate everything she loved. In a desperate plea for salvation, she rallied the benevolent dragons to teach humanity magic, becoming the mother of the Dragon Slayers in the process.

The battle against evil dragons raged, and while they ultimately triumphed, the victory came at a harrowing cost. The Dragon Slayer magic bore a dreadful price—its wielders began transforming into dragons themselves. For centuries, Irene found herself trapped in the form of a dragon, a fate most cruel for one of her stature. Even as she regained her human form, her tribulations continued as she was captured by a demon spider monarch, enduring torment beyond imagination.

Salvation came in the form of Nemo, who rescued her from her plight. Her journey of redemption led her to not only embrace her past but also find love and purpose in an unexpected connection, eventually becoming Nemo's second wife and joining the ranks of the brave warriors of Horai.

The Ingenious Dr. Nobunara Oda

Dr. Nobunara Oda, known for his incomparable brilliance, was also a man reincarnated from another world, a world intricately interconnected with that of Nemo. Their shared past as pen pals blossomed into profound camaraderie. Reborn into a world dominated by Quirks, Nobunara was gifted with superhuman intelligence that set him apart as one of the greatest intellects on I-Island—a floating island dedicated to groundbreaking science and technology.

With foresight and innovation, he dedicated himself to not only restoring All-Might but also dismantling the oppressive regimes of the Metahuman Liberation Front and the notorious League of Villains. His journey of transformation did not end with heroes; he ventured into the realm of magic, creating N2 Industries to uplift Earthland through magi-technology. He later founded Horai Industries in the supernatural world, introducing technologies far beyond the understanding of its inhabitants. With each world he engaged, he cultivated change and sowed the seeds of progress, poised to make an impact in the next world he'd encounter.

Dr. Melissa Oda: The Prodigious Scientist

Dr. Melissa Oda, marrying Nobunara, became known for her ingenious creations that exceeded even her father's legacy. A daughter of Dr. David Shield, famed for developing the iconic costumes and support gear of All-Might, Melissa propelled herself into the spotlight with innovations that allowed Quirkless individuals to surpass even pro heroes. Her mastery over technology redefined the boundaries of possibility, cementing her status as a visionary in her own right.

However, as she ventured alongside her husband into the territories of the mystical, their union solidified and blossomed, creating a family that would continue the legacies of their extraordinary contributions to science and society.

The Redemption of Dr. Himiko Oda

In a narrative intertwined with heartbreak and redemption stands Dr. Himiko Oda, previously known as a villain from the world of Heroes and Villains. Gifted with a transformation ability where her obsession with blood led her down a dark, disheartening path, she became a member of the League of Villains during an era marked by chaos and loss of identity.

Her journey spiraled into darkness until she crossed paths with Nemo during an infiltration exam, where he captured her. Instead of punishment, Oda offered her a glimmer of hope, a chance to redefine herself. In what became an extraordinary transformation, she evolved from a villain haunted by her past into a refined hero of immense capability, mastering Blood Magic in Earth land and later embracing a career in hematology. Her resilience allowed her to find love with Dr. Nobunara and share a life that bore witness to both their struggles and victories.

The Tale of Danjuro and Minami Tobita

Danjuro Tobita, once a promising Pro-Hero student wielding the Quirk of Elasticity, faced a harsh reality when his genuine desire to help others resulted in expulsion from hero school. Struggles with validation and recognition transformed him into Gentle Criminal, an online villain who captured the hearts of many without ever intending real harm. His path towards redemption was wrought with difficulty, yet his skills and undertones of heroism were never obliterated.

As fate would have it, he found love and partnership with Minami Tobita (nee Aiba), another Pro-Hero student who faced rejection despite her Quirk, [Love]. A computer genius who drew strength and inspiration from Gentle Criminal's videos, Minami transformed her own circumstances through the fusion of talent and a stroke of chance that blessed her with a second Quirk, [Slice]. Her journey with Danjuro transcended barriers, carrying them into worlds where culinary delights and extraordinary adventures awaited, culminating in a loving union that echoed courage, passion, and determination.

As Team Horai sets foot into this uncharted world, armed with hope and a collective legacy built upon triumphs over darkness, the stage is set for new adventures, challenges, and a future interwoven with their shared destinies.

*Nemo*

Mobile Home Base, somewhere in the Unknown

The bridge of Team Horai's mobile home/base buzzed with an amalgam of excitement and uncertainty. The eight core members – a diverse blend of warriors, wizards, and everyday heroes – stared at the digital screens that pulsated with news feeds from a world they had only heard whispers of before. Now they were here, in the reality of superheroes, a thrilling yet daunting prospect.

"So, are we in Justice League?" Nemo Horai asked, humor dancing in his eyes as he leaned back in the captain's chair. A witty grin peeked from under his dark bangs, revealing his youth and innate eagerness for adventure.

Oda, their science officer, initiated the analysis, fingers dancing across the controls. "It's a DC World, but not a pure one as you or I would remember it." His voice was a steady and reassuring presence amidst the cacophony. The technician's glasses glimmered as he absorbed information from countless results, rapidly tabulating data like an enthusiastic computer.

Leaning against a nearby console, Himiko put her hands on her hips, "I mean, it doesn't seem too different. Superheroes, supervillains, the usual chaos. I wish it were more like the magical land we just left."

"Look," Dr. Oda interjected, "the news feeds indicate a multitude of heroes operating here, but they don't fit the historic timeline we're used to. They seem to embody various aspects and iterations of the DC Universe. Consider it like a puzzle with disjointed pieces."

The holographic display embedded in the ship's command console illuminated with bold headlines mimicking newspapers, each containing articles that detailed the heroic deeds of notable figures. As they glanced over the stories that filled their screens, the reality of their situation settled in.

The Daily Planet

Superman Saves Metropolis from Impending Disaster!

By: Lois Lane

Metropolis dazzled with soaring skyscrapers, bustling with citizens relying on their newest protector. Today, Superman's valor stood tall against a threat that loomed above the city. Just as a cutting-edge space plane prepared to land, disaster struck! The vessel, on a critical mission far beyond the clouds, experienced unforeseen technical difficulties.

As panic enveloped the control room, Superman appeared, a silhouette against the sun. Eyewitnesses shared their tales, weaving together hope and awe. Superman's flight was described as breathtaking, his power evident as he caught the spiraling craft mid-air, the spectators below witnessing a hero manifest.

"He caught that plane and set it down gently like it was a feather," one resident remarked, eyes wide with astonishment. "It's like we finally have a savior... a beacon of light amid all this chaos."

Overwhelmed with emotion, the citizens lauded Superman's timely rescue. "His presence offers us security, something we haven't felt in a long time," expressed another grateful onlooker, shaken but relieved.

Nemo pinched the bridge of his nose, shaking his head incredulously. "Superman's costume doesn't look like it was made by silver-haired mother Martha. It also lacks the red 'underwear'. It looks more like his New 52 Outfit."

Dr. Oda furrowed his brow, assigning significance to the details of the articles. "This could indicate divergences in this universe. We should expect even more strange modifications in heroes we know," he concluded.

Gotham Gazette

The Dark Knight Triumphs: Batman's Victory Over the Joker!

By: Casey Gale

In Gotham City where shadows lingered, Batman squared off against his most notorious foe—the Joker. Perched atop the abandoned clock tower, the two engaged in a fierce battle of wits. Reports spoke of Batman's signature black-and-gray attire as he swooped from the darkness.

Witnesses claimed Batman displayed unparalleled fighting techniques, employing swift martial arts moves that could only be described as a masterclass in combat. As the Joker's chaotic laughter filled the air, Batman was relentless, always a step ahead.

"The Joker thought he could ultimately trick the Bat, but it turned out to be his greatest blunder," one observer exclaimed, energizing their fellow onlookers. This showdown was the kind that created legends; Batman was proof of that.

While Dr. Oda scanned the piece for more insight, Himiko intervened, "Wait a second. Joker doesn't look like he does in the DCAU. His hair is looser, messier, and a lighter shade of green. Batman's slimmer, too."

"Indeed," Dr. Oda noted, "there seems to be stylistic differences at play. This iteration of Batman might reflect newer character designs." He continued analyzing articles, gathering more information.

Central City Citizen

Flashes of Brilliance

By: Nina Crest

The excitement bubbled throughout Central City when two speedsters, the Flash and Kid Flash, turned a routine day into an exhilarating affair. As both Rogues—Captain Cold and Heatwave—decided fighting amongst enemies was the best course of action, the streets became their battleground.

Laughter erupted when the duo of speedsters sprang into action, ingeniously orchestrating an elaborate trap. The powers of Ice and Fire collided as Captain Cold conjured a freezing blast, flipping the fight on Heatwave. Excited citizens gathered to witness this uniquely comedic, yet heroic confrontation.

"Those two can't play nice for even a moment!" shouted an amused onlooker as chaos erupted around them.

"Hold on," Nemo interrupted, astounded, "In DCAU, Wally West was the only Flash. This Flash is clearly Barry Allen and the Kid Flash must be Wally West."

Dr. Oda nodded in agreement, pointing out that the multiverse shook traditional timelines. "If this is Barry, then we might be looking at something completely different than Justice League."

Coast City Chronicles

Green Lantern's Daring Rescue

By: Mara Ellis

Meanwhile, across vibrant Coast City, another hero emerged. Hal Jordan, the gallant Green Lantern, found himself saving a Ferris Aircraft passenger plane from imminent disaster. As turbulence rocked the flight, panic ensued among the crew and passengers, but all hope wasn't lost.

Like a shining beacon, Green Lantern utilized his legendary power ring to create an emerald construct, guiding the tumbling plane to safety, much to the astonishment of witnesses below. "For a moment, we felt like we were in a comic book ourselves!" one passenger exclaimed, marveling at the display of heroism.

Nemo wholeheartedly piqued at the article's mention. "I don't think I have to tell you that's Hal Jordan, the original Green Lantern. Well, not including the pseudo-one from World War II. In the DCAU, it was mostly John Stewart." There were furrowed brows within their team; this was no ordinary universe they'd stumbled into.

The Sphere

*New Era of Diplomacy: Senator J. Allen Carter Becomes Liaison Between Earth and Mars*

By: Yure Nema, Political Insider

The headlines turned towards politics. A talented discourse filled the air with the mention of an interplanetary diplomat, senator J. Allen Carter. As optimism swelled regarding the future of Earth-Mars relations, Carter's background was highlighted, yet it unleashed a wave of unsettling history regarding the Martian encounters of the past.

Yet, this was not merely a public relations stunt. In a dreadful twist, the previous Earth representative's role had collapsed amidst scandals that drew scrutiny upon human governance. The Martian government eagerly anticipated this new era.

"Are you kidding me?" Nemo exclaimed, surprised. "In DCAU, Mars is depicted as a dead planet. Carter and his friends are supposed to land, accidentally awaken the Imperium, and get killed. An alien disguised as Carter then manipulates Earth into disarming its nuclear capabilities!"

He continued, swinging his arms expressively, "The only universe with a planet filled with living Martians is in the Young Justice animated series."

Dr. Oda absorbed Nemo's extensive knowledge, but he understood immediately the significance. "It's a multi–DC Universe Fusion."

"Let's hope it's not a Crisis Event!"

"What's a Crisis Event?" Himiko blinked.

"We'll... tell you once you get settled in," Melissa answered awkwardly.

*Nemo*

J'onn J'onzz, an extraterrestrial from the planet M'arzz—known to humans as Mars—was born in 1875 into a society divided by color. As a member of the Martian police force, specifically a M'hontrr, he dedicated his early years to maintaining peace between the Green Martians, known as G'arrunn, and their oppressed counterparts, the White Martians, referred to as A'ashenn. Caught in a delicate sociopolitical climate, J'onn frequently navigated the intricacies of Martian politics, where the ruling Red Martians, the B'lahdenn, exercised control over the land. His role often involved bridging gaps and fostering understanding among these conflicting factions, where empathy and justice were paramount.

In 1955, J'onn's life took a dramatic turn due to a Zeta-Beam accident during a scientific experiment led by Dr. Erdel. This incident transported him from his home planet to Earth. Stranded in a foreign world with primitive technology that impeded his return, J'onn took on the assumed identity of John Jones, establishing himself as a private investigator in the bustling city of Chicago. During the ensuing years, he meticulously adapted to human life, while grappling with his identity as a Martian. However, his sense of responsibility and justice never waned; by the 1960s, he cleverly leveraged his resources to transmit Earth television broadcasts back to Mars, providing a glimmer of home to his fellow Martians.

In 2002, after decades of living in the shadows, J'onn solidified his commitment to justice by adopting the mantle of the Martian Manhunter. His resolve was put to the test when he began investigating the mysterious disappearance of Dr. Willem van der Meer—a brilliant scientist of Dutch descent conducting advanced Zeta-Beam experiments. Using his telepathic powers, J'onn was able to gather invaluable clues overlooked by human law enforcement.

However, his probing brought him to an ominous observatory, a place where the very fabric of reality felt distorted. Here, he encountered a group of enigmatic beings, unlike any he had encountered before. They were immune to his telepathic abilities, rendering his usual methods futile. Attempting to reason with them, J'onn was met with violence; they shot him in a manner that would have been fatal to any human. Despite his otherworldly resilience, he sensed their overwhelming power and was ultimately subdued by a mysterious energy beam, leaving him vulnerable and at the mercy of forces beyond his understanding.

*Nemo*

Black Mesa Observatory

2003

Gotham City needed its guardian. In a place where even the shadows held secrets, Batman, the Dark Knight of Gotham, prowled the dimly lit alleys, his cape billowing behind him like a wraith. Although he had begun his vigilante crusade in 1999, it was only a mere four years later, in 2003, he found himself on a peculiar mission that would lead him far from his beloved city. His innate vigilance caused him to respond to something unsettling—a telepathic call echoing through the labyrinth of his thoughts, pulling him away from Gotham's chaos.

Navigating through the labyrinthine corridors of the observatory, Batman melted into the shadows with feline grace. The hallways were patrolled by scientists wearing expressionless white uniforms, faces utterly devoid of civilization's warmth. The air crackled with the tension of urgency, punctuated by the quiet hum of machinery and the occasional beep from security panels. Every nanosecond was critical, and the caped crusader had little time to waste.

Suddenly, his attention was drawn to movement above. There, crawling with a predatory silence, was a woman clad in a form-fitting black bodysuit adorned with a captivating dark green spider pattern. Her large, expressive white eyes shimmered as they surveyed the surroundings with an intelligence that suggested great awareness. Batman's instincts told him that she was no ordinary intruder.

As her gaze caught his, a quick exchange of signs ensued—an unspoken language sharper than words. She communicated a request for alliance, a promise of cooperation. "I'm here to rescue a hero. You?" she signed, her fingers slicing through the air gracefully.

"Affirmative," Batman responded, his subtle nod affirming their shared purpose. In a world of shadows and deceit, he had found an ally—a remarkable feat, given the company he usually kept.

They advanced together, a dance of shadows working in sync, until they stumbled upon a heavily fortified door. Its composition and the humming energy surrounding it revealed an advanced security system. Unfazed, Spider-Woman signed, "My friend M is hacking the system. Get ready."

Alarms blared through the hallway, a shrieking echo that sent adrenaline surging through Batman's veins. Ghostly scientists rushed out, oblivious to the figures lurking within the shadows. They darted past, their focus entirely on the perceived threat from the East side of the complex, leaving the door unguarded.

With a swift, fluid motion, they entered—their objective laid out before them.

J'onn J'onzz, the Martian Manhunter, lay restrained upon a gleaming metallic table, his torment evident in every line of his body. Flames flickered ominously, licking the edges of the table, threatening to singe his emerald skin. Spider-Woman and Batman shared a grim look, understanding the urgency of their rescue.

"We have to act now," Batman said, his voice barely a whisper. He approached the table, examining the intricate, cruel bindings that held J'onn in place, and the spikes that cruelly punctured his flesh. Drawing upon every ounce of strength, he pried at the first spike. It budged with a grating sound, revealing the strain marked on his face, but just as he was about to remove the second, Spider-Woman plucked it free with ease. Her engaging presence removed the air of isolation that often-surrounded Batman.

With the final spike removed, J'onn let out a guttural cry—pain mingled with relief—as green tendrils of energy began to pulse back into his form.

"They're coming back," J'onn managed, his voice hoarse but steady. As he transformed back to his heroic guise, his power surged, taking on a strengthened form that demanded attention.

"Hostage secure," Spider-Woman signed, a faint symphony of Japanese accent coloring her words. "You can open things up, Supes."

With that, a rumble echoed through the observatory as Superman burst through the wall, leaving a conspicuous hole in the structure. Debris rained down around them as he emerged, vibrant and powerful, contrasting sharply against the dimness of their surroundings.

"When did you arrive?" Batman asked, a rare hint of gratitude surfacing beneath his stoic demeanor.

"Just before you did. I received a high-frequency warning. Didn't want to risk J'onn's life by barging in carelessly," Superman explained, the heavy weight of responsibility etched on his brow.

But there was no time for idle banter. As soldiers and scientists arrived—their faces still devoid of emotion—the tension in the air grew electric. Each bore high-tech energy weapons, their intentions clear: eliminate the heroes standing in the way of their twisted objectives. With grim determination, they leveled their weapons, the air thick with the promise of violence.

Suddenly, a translucent wall of emerald green energy flared to life around them, a defensive barrier crafted by none other than Hal Jordan, the Green Lantern.

"I suggest you surrender," he declared, the glow of his power ring illuminating the chaos, his voice steady like an imposing judge.

Yet, the scientists and soldiers moved in eerie synchronization, producing sleek handheld devices that looked benign at first but belied a sinister purpose. They tossed them to the ground, and explosions of blinding light and disorienting sound erupted around them, causing Hal to stagger as the intensity surged.

Before the chaos could ensue further, a streak of red and lightning blazed through the battlefield. The Flash, Barry Allen, appeared seemingly from nowhere, deftly disarming the soldiers of their weapons, his movements a blur.

"You good, Lantern?" he asked, a grin lighting up his face despite the gravity of the situation.

"More than I'd like to be," Hal retorted, still recovering from the auditory onslaught. "Kilowog's gonna have a field day when he hears about this."

As the ringing finally subsided, the ominous silence was shattered by the thundering footfalls of soldiers and scientists. The heroes braced themselves for the impending confrontation. But instead, the very beings they fought against began to morph—clothing peeling away to reveal biomechanical constructs. The soldiers transformed into sleek, tall humanoids, woven from a plastic-like white substance and dark metals, each bearing sharp weapons that glinted ominously under the moonlight.

"What the hell are these things?" Flash exclaimed; his eyes wide as he caught sight of their grotesque transformations.

"They're drones!" Martian Manhunter warned, his voice grave. "They are not sentient, just puppets of a hive mind."

The newly unveiled invaders sprang into action, movement fluid and lethal, radiating a hunger for violence that made them equally terrifying and exhilarating.

Batman pressed the attack without hesitation. With flicks of his wrist, he released a flurry of Batarangs that found their targets with uncanny precision, cutting through the air and detonating against the constructs. They screamed, a horrid synthetic wail, as the electrical shocks coursed through their frames.

"Stay on guard!" he called out, a reminder for his team.

Superman launched himself into the fray, his strength unmatched, punching through hordes of adversaries with furious grace. Each blow delivered a shockwave that sent several invaders reeling.

Hal converted his force shield into a battering ram, sending enemy constructs flying, shattering them against the walls of the observatory.

But that was when a sudden flash of green light illuminated the battlefield like celestial wrath. Superman staggered backward, a pained gasp escaping his lips.

Kryptonite. The wretched green glow emanated from behind, striking him twice before he could react, draining the solar energy coursing through his cells.

"No!" he cried out, collapsing momentarily before Martian Manhunter rose to his defense, a quick-thinking savior amidst chaos. Shifting his density, he surged forward, plunging his hand into the commander of the biomechanical soldiers, extracting a heart of vicious luminescence—Kryptonite.

As the invader slumped, defeated, its body crumpled into a milk-white puddle of grotesque liquid, Superman felt the oppressive weight lift from his body.

"You okay, Superman?" Flash asked, his voice laced with concern.

"I will be," he gasped, regaining composure.

But as the battle escalated, so too did the resolve of the League. Spider-Woman flitted through the battlefield with an elegance that belied her lethal prowess. Each move was calculated, a blend of martial artistry and instinct that drove her to incapacitate her foes with swift and decisive strikes. Her spider silk spun like webs, ensnaring the invaders and slicing through their components without hesitation.

Around her, the remaining heroes became a storm—a dance of camaraderie and power.

"Together!" Batman yelled, his gruff voice surging above the clamor.

With calls to action, the heroes became a flurry of harmonious violence.

Hal unleashed blasts of energy, focusing on the approaching invaders. His will, reinforced by his adrenaline, manifested in grand displays of power that overwhelmed their foes. The laser-like beams piercing the invaders and causing them to vomit smoke before dying.

The Flash further lashed out, rapidly delivering punches, creating shockwaves that ripped through the constructs, their mechanical forms collapsing under the insurmountable speed. The white organic fluid arcing across the battelfield.

Superman regained his strength with each passing second, heat vision roaring to life as he targeted multiple invaders, his gaze slicing through with blinding intensity. Beams that could slice steel, slicing through enemies like a farmer's scythe.

As each mechanized creature fell, the ground beneath them became drenched in a viscous cocktail of ichor—a mixture of blackened metal and fluid-like organic matter—each testament to the League's unwavering purpose.

Finally, as the last of the biomechanical soldiers hit the cold, hard floor, there was a collective pause. The battlefield was littered with smoldering remnants, the otherworldly abominations vanquished, leaving behind nothing but the residue of their defeat.

Martian Manhunter surveyed the aftermath with somber relief as the echoes of the fight faded into silence. He turned to his allies.

"We have won today, but more Invaders will come," he murmured, his penetrating gaze gleaming with an understanding deeper than the confrontation they had just faced.

The tension in the observatory lingered like the aftermath of a storm, heavy and charged. Batman, his silhouette ominous beneath the cowl, turned his gaze to Martian Manhunter as he absorbed the gravity of their confrontation. "Then we'll be ready," he stated with a grim resolve, the words low and steady like the rumble of distant thunder.

Green Lantern, Hal Jordan, shifted his focus, stepping closer to Manhunter with an inquisitive brow. "What were they after?" he inquired, a hint of urgency creeping into his tone. The aftermath of their battle weighed heavily on him; each defeated drone was a reminder of a looming threat.

The Martian's expression was somber as he replied, "They believed I had information about Martian defenses. They plan to conquer my home world after they conquer Earth." His voice carried the weight of a thousand sleepless nights, the burden of a guardian who had seen too many worlds fall to darkness.

Hal scoffed, a hint of sarcasm curling his lips. "Confident bunch, aren't they? What makes them think they can succeed where so many others have failed?"

Before J'onn could respond, a voice crackled to life through Spider-Woman's communicator, disrupting the heavy silence like light slicing through darkness. The icon on the screen was charming—a gold heart enveloped in flowing red hair, styled into an intricate 'M.' It radiated positivity and warmth, an incongruence to the pressing threat they faced. The text below says [M Online]

"I can answer that," the voice chimed, bright and buoyant despite the seriousness of the situation. "I've been monitoring the quantum signals used by these drones for communication and have located several bases around the world."

The heroes turned their attention to the communicator, their expressions shifting from concern to curiosity, leaning in as M remote activated the screen to share real-time data. Graphs, maps, and blinking icons materialized, painting a clearer picture of chaos simmering beneath the surface of the globe.

"These bases are connected to biomedical companies in major cities across nations that are densely populated and home to some of the largest airports," the voice continued, urgency creeping into its tone. "This indicates a coordinated effort for an airborne biological attack, possibly utilizing a rapidly-transmissible alien pathogen."

The air grew thick with alarm. Green Lantern's eyes widened, feeling the implications of the revelation settle like a lead weight in his stomach. "Biological weapons," he murmured, the words tasting bitter as they formed on his lips.

"We have to mobilize," Batman stated, his voice low but tense, emanating an energetic pulse that electrified the atmosphere. "We can't afford to underestimate them. If they go through with this, millions of lives will be at stake."

Superman nodded in agreement; his jaw tight with determination. "We need to locate these bases immediately and gather intelligence. If they possess the means to launch a biological attack, we need to dismantle their operations before they have the chance to execute their plans."

"There are many locations and the enemy is a hive mind" says M. "Once we begin attacking, all them will aware. I'm calling in my friends and more heroes."

*Nemo*

Washington, DC

February 2003

Washington, DC was unusually chilly for February as the daylight faded into the silhouette of the monuments. Diana of Themyscira, clad in her iconic armor, left the Embassy with a thoughtful expression lingering on her face. Her mind was a tapestry of past and present, weaving in memories of the Justice Society and the countless battles she had fought alongside them during the tumultuous years of World War II. Despite the political turmoil of the modern era and the constraints it imposed on heroes like her, she still felt a sense of duty to protect the world.

As she stepped through the doors, a chill made her shiver slightly. The weight of her responsibility rested heavily on her shoulders, yet a flicker of nostalgia warmed her spirit. She remembered those who stood by her side in the Justice Society—those noble souls who once donned their masks to confront terror. However, the world had changed since then, heroes had been forced into hiding, and Diana had returned to advocate for peace and understanding, representing the Amazons and their values with grace.

Suddenly, the tranquility of the scene shattered. A series of sharp cracks pierced the air, followed by the unmistakable hiss of tranquilizer darts slicing through the chilly evening breeze. Instinctively, Diana reached for her bracelets, deflecting several darts with a fluid motion, while the metallic sting of the projectiles buzzing around her filled her with adrenaline.

"Stay down, Princess!" a voice rang out. It was unfamiliar but filled with urgency.

Before she could process who had spoken, a blur of red rushed in front of her. The figure was a young woman, a striking vision with fair skin, blue eyes, and chin-length bangs that framed her face, giving her an almost ethereal appearance. Her long red hair trailed behind her, almost alive as it danced in the wind, and her playful expression seemed defiant against the threat.

"Let me handle this!" she declared confidently, her voice clear and ringing through the chaos.

Diana barely had a moment to react as the newcomer's hair transformed before her eyes. The strands began to pulse with a vibrant glow, catching the light as they thrust themselves forward, snaring the darts mid-flight. With a flicker of her wrist, the red-haired heroine tossed the projectiles back with astonishing speed, returning them to their owners with a vengeance.

The American public often romanticized heroics, unaware or perhaps indifferent to the imminent danger that hovered so close. Yet now, their fascination turned to shock as they witnessed the intruders fall under their own lethal weapons.

The invaders, black-and-white biomechanical humanoids, revealed their true nature as they crumpled under the onslaught. A sickening milky-white fluid sprayed forth like blood, an alien response to their failing operations, splattering across the pavement. It was a grotesque display; the audience was transfixed, cameras rolling as reality and fiction collapsed around them.

In the midst of the chaos, the girl continued her frenetic dance, strands of her animated scarlet hair darting forth like quicksilver, slicing into enemy technology with precision that only comes from an expert. The guns of the extraterrestrial invaders began to spark, shorting out and collapsing into heaps of blackened metal.

Watching the battle unfold, Wonder Woman felt a rush of exhilaration. Here was a new ally—someone fighting for justice alongside her. With renewed spirit, she called upon her sword forged by Hephaestus, its blade shimmering in the fading light. "Let's finish this!" she exclaimed.

Together, they launched into a coordinated assault, the elegance of Wonder Woman's combat style harmonizing seamlessly with the whimsy of Minami's animated hair. As they worked together, the tide clearly shifted in their favor, the invaders stumbling backward, unable to contend with the power of two formidable fighters united against them.

Diana sliced into their ranks; her instincts honed from decades of battle guiding her hand. Each strike of her sword was deliberate, and though it felt strange to battle enemies so mercilessly, she reminded herself they were not human. They were invaders, posing as terrorists though their motives were far from human. The remnants of their forms dissolved into gray mixtures of organic and inorganic materials, only reinforcing the notion that these beings were nothing more than constructs of machination devoid of life.

Time slowed as the last of the invaders fell, splattering against the concrete. A few spectators reacted with titters of disbelief as the remaining drones collapsed and melted away into the street, creating a strange, bubbling puddle that glimmered in the low-light pollution of the city's evening glow.

"Is it… is it safe to film now?" one foolhardy onlooker questioned incredulously, attempting to scoop up remnants of the gray ooze in a water bottle as if it were some rare artifacts.

"Idiot!" Diana muttered under her breath, shaking her head in exasperation, realizing how foolish some people could be even in moments of real danger.

Even as the adrenaline still coursed through her veins, she turned to face the young woman who had come to her aid. There was something about Minami's aura that ignited a sense of camaraderie in Diana.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Diana. My name is Minami Tobita, but I guess you can call me Scarlet as a Hero name." The red-haired heroine's confidence was infectious.

"Thanks to the assistant, Minami. It's nice to meet new young heroes."

Minami giggled, the sound light and melodic, a stark contrast to the chaos moments before. She was aware of the significance of this day, a pivotal moment in history for heroes and humanity alike.

That, and how she might've actually been older than Wonder Woman, but that was an aside.

"What do we do now?" Minami inquired, a hint of excitement lighting up her blue eyes.

"Now," Diana said, her gaze sweeping over the remnants of the battle, "we must regroup and warn others. There may be more threats on the horizon."

As they took off into the quickly darkening evening, the city loomed large around them, unaware that in just a few hours, Earth would stand at the brink of alien confrontation. Together, however, they would forge ahead into this new dawn—a union birthed from chaos but destined to stand for justice. Today was not the end. It was merely the beginning of something greater—a new alliance, a new beginning, and the birth of the Justice League.

*Nemo*

St. Roch (Home of the Hawks)

February 2003

"A Clash of Heroes and Invaders"

The air was heavy over St. Roch, a city steeped in a mystique that often felt like the remnants of a far-off dream. The sun hovered ominously low on the horizon, casting an eerie shadow upon the worn brick buildings and cobblestone streets. For the people of St. Roch, the legends of the past had long faded into myth, yet their echoes lingered, especially in the tales of Hawkman and Hawkwoman, two warriors who knew the heavy burden of legacy all too well.

The two souls had lived countless lives, united beyond time and space by the magic of the Nth metal that coursed through their souls. In their current forms as Katar Hol and Shayera Thal, they served as the vanguard against a new threat. The two Thanagarians had chased an intergalactic criminal to Earth, only to discover that the battle had only just begun.

As Katar soared high over St. Roch, a sense of urgency pulsed through him. Despite their incredible powers, they were outnumbered. The skies erupted with flashes of energy as the extraterrestrial invaders began their merciless assault. Shayera's war cry echoed like a primal roar as she descended from the sky, her mace crackling with energy, her heart pounding with the promise of battle.

"Clear!" she cried, dispatching a facsimile of a human terrorist with stunning ferocity. The arc of her mace drew a visible line through the air before it made contact, creating a shockwave that blew the bombarded remains into the atmosphere, revealing the cold, mechanical truth behind the false human façade.

The invaders—biomechanical horrors clad in sleek metallic shells—gazed upon their fallen comrade without an ounce of emotion. They discarded their human forms, revealing their white-and-black exoskeletons, twitching with electrical current. Their primal instincts surged forth—primitive kinetic weapons firing, while their own bodies brimmed with energy that surged toward their adversaries.

With each clash, the Thanagarians fought with the ferocity of a caged predator. Katar swung his mace and used his wings to propel himself, while Shayera deftly maneuvered among the enemy, her combat training sharpened over centuries. Their honeysuckle connection thrummed in synchronicity, a dance of death that tore through the ranks of the invaders.

Just as the tide of battle seemed to swell against them, a monstrous black-and-white spider-tank materialized from the depths of the chaos, its massive limbs emerging from the haze of conflict. It bore an uncanny resemblance to a creature born from nightmares, its weaponry intimidating and its structure rigid—the kind of war machine that signaled devastation.

Katar's eyes widened. "Shayera, watch out!"

Before she could dodge, nets crackling with electromagnetic energy streamed from the abdomen of the beast, casting a deadly net across the battlefield. In shared disbelief, they braced for an impact that never came.

A shimmering wall of energy shattered the offensive nets, cascading around them like a waterfall of light that crashed to the ground before exploding into a tangle. The Thanagarians looked on in astonishment, their breath caught in their throats as a squad of new robots emerged from the shadows, a dazzling sight as they took up arms against the invaders.

These new fighters were tall humanoid constructs adorned with feathers, shimmering in high-tech metallic hues. They bore striking avian heads with bright eyes that radiated intelligence. Powerful claws extended from their arms and legs, and the moment they launched into battle, it was as if a tempest had arrived. With a cacophony that echoed into the heavens, they tore through the invaders with unyielding ferocity.

The invaders' weaponry felt inadequate against these new defenders. Bullets ricocheted harmlessly off the avian figures as they unleashed blinding energy beams from their vertically-hinged mouths, powerful enough to leave shockwaves in their wake as they cut through enemy ranks, effortlessly eradicating those who dared oppose them.

The melee escalated as the Thanagarians, bolstered by these unexpected reinforcements, rallied against the onslaught. Shayera billowed forth; the primal nature of her warrior spirit ignited. She laughed—a feral sound that cut through the clamor.

"Come on, Katar! Let's show them what we can do!"

They launched forward, intertwining with their newfound allies, a whirlwind of resolved fury and determination.

But the spider-tank was yet to be dealt with. It loomed large, dwarfing the heroes as it pivoted its weapons toward the avian robots, determined to eradicate them with relentless machine-gun fire. Before they could close the distance, a familiar figure descended from the air, embodying all that was pure and transcendent.

Danjuro Tobita, more popularly known as the Gentleman, glided down with an ethereal grace that belied the thunderous impact he was about to deliver. His cape billowed like wings behind him as he soared through the air, his eyes ablaze with purpose.

In an instant that felt emblematic of every classic hero story, he connected with the spider-tank, delivering a punch that resounded like the beating of war drums. The ground trembled beneath them, creating a crater that echoed through the surrounding streets. A cacophony of metal and fluid exploded from the point of impact—mechanical exoskeletons screaming in protest as the Gentleman's power surged through his fist.

From where they stood, the Hawks could hardly comprehend the speed and force of his attack. The sheer impact sent shockwaves rippling through the tank, shattering its stature and sending it tumbling through the street, losing limbs and features in its chaotic descent. The destruction raised a plume of dust and debris, as the rear of the spider-tank burst into flames, its technological visage melting away against the intensity of the Gentleman's might.

"So much for that monster," Danjuro flashed a brilliant smile, his voice echoing through the smoke. His familial charm lit the darkening surroundings as he shut out the cacophony of battle, "My real name is for my friends. My fans often call me Gentle or Tea Saint. You may call me the Gentleman."

The beauty of the battlefield was momentarily eclipsed by the shining confidence of the new hero. As he turned to the two Thanagarians, he continued, "I will not allow evil to invade this beautiful world. For its people, I will go above and beyond. PLUS ULTRA!"

With each word, he surged forward, his fist glowing with unrestrained power as he launched another assault. The resulting explosion sent the spider-tank crashing into nearby buildings, the flames ascending as the once-thriving machine crumbled into nothingness.

The Hawks exchanged glances, astonished by the audacity and bravery of this new ally. As Danjuro turned back toward them, they could feel the palpable energy of solidarity in his eyes, as though he understood the weight they carried as guardians of both worlds.

"Do you need help? Can you help us, warriors of Thanagar?" Danjuro asked, his posture held with a mix of reverence and strength. His eagerness was evident, a brave hero ready to embrace the fight side by side with fellow warriors.

Katar and Shayera, united in purpose and wisdom strung between lifetimes, nodded resolutely. "We will stand together," Katar responded, the lines of his brows furrowing with determination. "No enemy shall take our home!"

Shayera, her spirit invigorated by the presence of a new ally, grinned fiercely. "Let's show them what it means to mess with St. Roch."

With a collective roar, the three heroes embraced the chaos around them, uniting their strengths in an unwavering position. The tide of the fight had turned, and with the courage of newfound friendships, they would push against the darkness that loomed over St. Roch. Today was not just another battle; it was the dawn of a new legacy—a celebration of heroism reborn in the flames of adversity.

*Nemo*

In the dimly lit chamber of his floating lab, Dr. Nobunara Oda reclined in a state-of-the-art claytronic chair, its adaptive materials molding to every contour of his body. The chair was not merely a piece of comfort; it was an advanced work of ingenuity that allowed him to conduct his extensive research while floating effortlessly in the air. Before him, a blue holographic globe rotated, displaying an intricate web of danger spread across the globe, highlighted by ominous crimson icons superimposed over vital cities. Each icon represented a potential trigger for global catastrophe.

"Martian Manhunter was successfully rescued from their observatory base," Oda stated, his voice resonating with authority and urgency. "This critical operation prevented the invaders from acquiring key Martian defense data. Likewise, our operations thwarted the kidnappings of Wonder Woman and the Hawks, stopping the enemy from gathering intelligence on Themyscira and Thanagar."

Oda's fingers danced over a touch-sensitive console, activating a series of security cameras that displayed real-time data from various airport terminals worldwide. As a scientist, he excelled at anticipating problems, and the nascent threat from the extraterrestrial invaders was no exception. "We must remain vigilant," he continued, analyzing the data with keen intuition. "These alien forces are aware that we have become aware of their existence. They may well decide to release the engineered pathogen prematurely."

The blue hologram flickered as it zoomed to reveal a more precise breakdown of the threat. "If we fail to neutralize the situation," Oda warned, "the engineered bioweapon could devastate humanity as we know it."

There, the screens depicted a series of airports, with each bustling with life—people moving, planes being prepared for takeoff. The triumphant chaos of human activity contrasted sharply against the backdrop of the encroaching alien menace. The intertwined fates of Earth's heroes and its population drew closer as the crisis intensified.

"China—Hong Kong," he noted, his voice grave. "India—Mumbai. The United States—New York City." He grimaced as he continued naming the countries and their selected cities, each more crucial than the last. The invaders had chosen well, targeting major international airports that were not only hubs of human activity but also strategically positioned gateways for their bioweapons.

"Normally, the heroes would face insurmountable challenges with the command ship hidden deep inside enemy territory," he remarked. "But by coordinating a defense at human-controlled airports, we have leveled the playing field." Oda initiated another wave of commands, dispersing the active flight plans of the alien-infiltrated planes across the holographic display.

"Fortunately for us, their arrogance clouds their judgment. They believe that using human aircraft to stealthily distribute the pathogen will grant them an advantage. But they've underestimated our resolve." The glow of the screens illuminated Oda's determination, the friction between human intellect and alien superiority palpable in the air.

"If even one of these sites succeeds in launching the bioweapon," he continued, "humanity will unquestionably lose this battle." His fingers clenched tightly as another wave of data flooded in, illustrating the major airports at risk.

Dr. Oda shifted gears, his analytical mind racing as he drew in the collective 'will' of 30-trillion cells. "We must act before they force their hand. The longer we allow them to plot, the closer they get to executing their plan." As he pinpointed more airports—Soekarno-Hatta International in Jakarta, Indira Gandhi International in Delhi, and others—he strategically marked them as high-priority targets.

"Each of these locations represents a point of vulnerability, a gateway for catastrophe," he declared, his voice growing steadily more passionate. "However," Oda added, granting a wry smile, "their reliance on human infrastructure leaves them precariously vulnerable. This forces them to utilize their own ships, creating a situation that flips the script. Nice try, but while they play checkers, I'm playing 4D chess—a game of which they are clearly unprepared for."

His resolve crystallizing alongside a sense of urgency, Oda prepared to mobilize the heroes while shoring up humanity's defenses. The balance of power flickered precariously, and in the swirling chaos between Earth and the extraterrestrial oppressors, he knew that every second counted. The future of humanity rested on the shoulders of its heroes, and he would ensure they were prepared to stand against this imminent threat.

*Nemo*

In the depths of an alien base, machines hummed ominously as biomechanical humanoid drones patrolled the stark hallways, their metallic bodies glinting under artificial lights. Suddenly, without warning, the wall erupted in a shower of debris. Superman surged through the opening like a force of nature, a living embodiment of power and resolve. With the effortless grace of a warrior, he seized a glittering canister from a group of startled drones, their programmed minds struggling to compute the audacity of his assault.

If these invaders were capable of shock or fear, they would have been astounded at how their elaborate defenses crumbled under Superman's indomitable will. While they meticulously fortified their corridors with soldiers and intricate traps, the Man of Steel simply ignored conventional tactics, opting to demolish their fortress in a single sweeping motion reminiscent of the infamous Kool-Aid Man. In their synthetic hearts, confusion reigned—how could one man so boldly defy their full might?

Meanwhile, at another alien stronghold, a similar spirit of chaos enveloped the scene. The surveillance of biomechanical drones fell silent, their sensors alighting upon an unexpected sound. In an instant, they turned, only to discover that the bioweapon canister had vanished. The unseen hand of Batman had snatched it right from under their noses, applying the skills of a master detective and expert tactician. The Shadows were his habitat, and with a state-of-the-art teleporter enhancing his stealth, the Dark Knight possessed the uncanny ability to vanish and reappear, rendering their defenses utterly impotent.

At yet another base, the air vibrated with motion. A blur of red and flickering golden lightning streaked through the metal hallways. The Flash harnessed the full potential of his super-speed, weaving through guards like a hot knife through butter. With a deft flick of his wrist, he snatched a bioweapon canister from the grasp of an unsuspecting drone and in the blink of an eye, he was gone—many kilometers away—before even this technologically advanced enemy could register the theft.

Elsewhere, Wonder Woman stood unmoved by the clamor of the enemy base. With a single booted step, she entered, and the very architecture of their intimidation crumbled around her. In a split second, the drones, if they possessed the ability to react, had merely raised their weapons, utterly unprepared for the wrath of a warrior forged from the gods. Her divine sword sliced through them like parchment, and she swiftly exited with the canister in hand. The milk-white blood of the invaders pooled beneath her as their lifeless forms crumpled, a testament to her ferocity.

At another base, surprise cloaked the room as the drones noticed a green hand equipped with a sleek black sleeve phase through a table, moving in a way that defied logic. With precision, it grasped a bioweapon canister nestled among schematics and instruments. Before they could react, the green hand retreated into the table, its intangible hold whisking away the canister without a trace, leaving stunned silence in its wake.

Meanwhile, high above the chaos, the Invaders watched in disbelief as a spherical bubble of green energy surrounded another bioweapon canister. In a dizzying flash, the canister shot from their stronghold, launched skyward like artillery. Above, the Green Lantern, focused and resolute, caught the canister mid-flight, his ring shimmering with power, a guardian vigilant against the darkness threatening the Earth.

Another base met its fate when Hawkman, wielding the ancient power of Nth metal, launched his mace through the door with calculated ferocity. The weapon met its target with such incredible force that it created an impactful crater in the concrete wall. As one unfortunate drone found its head trapped between the door and the wall—its existence abruptly ended—the remains fell to the ground, spilling forth the invaders' white goo. Hawkman entered triumphantly, his warrior spirit undeterred, and seized the canister for the battle against their oppressors.

All around the globe, the tide was turning. Eight more alien bases fell simultaneously to Earth's mightiest defenders, each hero executing their missions with precision. Underneath the orchestrating genius of Dr. Nobunara Oda, these separate assaults were artfully synchronized—a choreography of power, speed, and strategy executed flawlessly in a singular moment. Fifteen bases crumbled under the weight of Earth's resolve, each one a testament to teamwork, ingenuity, and unwavering courage in the face of overwhelming odds.

Dr. Oda, monitoring the scenes unfold from his floating laboratory, felt a wave of pride surge through him. The world, in the balance, was not merely a stage for alien forces but a battlefield where hope and heroism danced amid despair. As he coordinated these counterattacks, each hero carried within them the promise of humanity's resilience, proving that no matter the threat, the heart of Earth's champions would always fight back.

*Nemo*

Horai Digital Space

48 hours later

As the holographic interface flickered to life, a sense of foreboding filled the air. Colossal war machines, easily over thirty meters tall, emerged from their hidden depths beneath the Earth's surface, each vessel resembling a nightmarish amalgamation of biomechanical engineering and living organism. Their piloting systems, with pulsating lights and sinewy tendrils, signaled that the invasion had escalated from covert operations to full-scale assault.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we are witnessing an invasion akin to H.G. Wells' 'War of the Worlds,'" intoned Doctor Oda, his voice steady despite the severity of the moment. The gathered heroes—Superman, Batman, Wonder Woman, Flash, and others—watched intently as he continued, "Our enemies underestimated humanity. Their initial plan to unleash a bioweapon has collapsed. And now they have activated Plan B: total annihilation."

The screen behind him began to cycle through images, each one more alarming than the last. The first display showed a vast Kansas field, now marred by an imposing structure resembling a giant termite mound fused with advanced machinery. The sickly landscape around it bore witness to the invaders' destructive presence. "This is the North America Base," Oda explained, his finger pointing toward the image, "positioned in a strategic location to oversee both coasts while providing access to Canada and Mexico."

The stark imagery stirred a mix of emotions among the heroes. Superman, the beacon of hope, squinted at the screen. He recalled stories of Smallville, his hometown, where the resilience of its people had always shone through adversity. "A missile strike managed to destroy a nearby farmhouse, but the base remains unscathed," Oda continued with a wry smile, attempting to deliver a sense of optimism despite the grave situation. "Kansas kids are tough; they've faced tornadoes time and again. They will endure."

The holographic Superman couldn't resist a smile, channeling memories of family resilience as others around the table were gripped by the harsh realities. But the moment was fleeting. The screen flickered again, showcasing the East Asia Base, nestled in the rugged mountains of China. It displayed warriors clad in high-tech armor engaged in fierce combat, while a magnificent Chinese dragon unleashed a torrent of energy that pierced the alien barriers.

"The East Asia Base is crucial for overseeing operations throughout the region, including Japan, Korea, and Southeast Asia," Oda elaborated. "Currently, it's being attacked by the Chinese Super-Functionaries, a governmental force comprised of agents with extraordinary abilities. They're led by the Great Ten."

Flash leaned forward curiously. "Super-Functionaries?" he echoed, seeking clarification.

Oda nodded gravely, "In places like China, superheroes as we know them seldom exist. Instead, the government relies on agents endowed with supernatural capabilities. Vigilantes are dealt with swiftly in such regimes; they won't tolerate rogue elements. If you want the fast-and-dirty explanation, Super-Functionaries are basically 'political prisoners with jobs'."

The screen updated again, revealing a centralized location amidst Central Europe, unmistakably Hungary. Towers fell and fires raged in the surroundings, further stressing the urgency of the situation. "This, my friends, is the European Base," Oda stated firmly. "It provides oversight for both Western and Eastern Europe while maintaining a tactical advantage to influence operations across the continent."

Footage showed European heroes navigating chaotic streets, coordinating with military forces amidst the rubble. "The challenge is not just the foes we face—it's the time it takes to mobilize, especially since many of the most powerful heroes hail from Western and Northern Europe," he added.

As the screen shifted, revealing Egypt's stark desert landscape, Wonder Woman gasped in awe and horror. Towering over the damaged Great Pyramids was the North African Base. Oda continued, "The invaders are using this base to maintain control over North Africa and oversee vital shipping routes in the Middle East. The loss of Cairo's infrastructure is more than a tragedy; it decimated a population that failed to evacuate before this horrific battle."

The devastation rendered Wonder Woman speechless. But rather than succumb to despair, her anger hardened; she'd fight to protect her people and defend the temple of all ancient civilizations from obliteration.

Finally, the surveillance moved to the last base located in the harsh north of Australia. The visuals displayed rampant destruction: crumbling structures, billowing smoke, and electrical discharges illuminating the devastation. However, there was a key difference—the invaders had suffered considerable damage at the hands of the Commonwealth of Australia's heroes and the forces of the Atlantean Empire.

"A base in Australia's Northern Territory would enable control over the region and exploit its abundant resources," Oda noted. "They also coordinated their invasion of Atlantis' city-states from this position. But the Commonwealth's heroes and the Atlanteans have struck back with ferocity, leading to significant destruction within this facility."

Images of Atlantean warriors, their scales glimmering beneath the sun, displayed as they unleashed torrents of water against the war machines. The heroic figures from across Australia demonstrated extraordinary resolve—defending their homeland and standing firm against overwhelming odds.

With their bases under siege, the war machines were reported to be damaged, heavy smoke pouring from their elevated platforms. Yet, even amidst the destruction, the determination of the defenders shone through. The combined might of Atlantean forces familiar with ocean warfare and the Australian heroes made a formidable response.

Faces turned toward one another, united in an understanding that destiny had intertwined their fates against this omnipotent foe. "We'll focus our efforts on disrupting their operations across all bases," Batman declared, his voice solemn, "but we must devise a strategy to neutralize the central hubs. These strongholds are the lifeblood of the invaders' operations."

"I suggest we send teams to each base simultaneously," Doctor Oda proposed. "Utilizing our combined strengths and coordinating efforts will maximize our effectiveness. We can't allow isolated heroes to face powerful foes alone."

Superman nodded firmly. "I'll lead a squad for the North America Base. If we can destabilize their command structure, we can rally the citizens to fight back alongside us."

Wonder Woman stepped forward, her expression resolute. "I will lead a team into North Africa to divert their attention and liberate any survivors. The people of Egypt deserve our protection."

Batman's gaze met Oda's, understanding the implications. "I'll coordinate efforts in Europe; we need to rally their forces and ensure they're equipped to deal with the creatures on their home front."

"What about Asia?" Flash interjected. "I mean, Great Ten is already on the move, but they could use our help to contain and control any fallout!"

"Leave Asia to me," Oda interjected, determination in every word. "I possess connections and intelligence on the ground to aid the Super-Functionaries. They can be instrumental in utilizing their superior knowledge of the terrain against those war machines."

With their plans taking shape and awareness of the global stakes weighing on them, the heroes prepared to disperse for this unexpected counter-offensive. Each would anchor their respective realms while concertedly dismantling the strength of the alien menace.

"We'll meet back here in twenty-four hours to assess our progress," Batman declared, cutting through the heavy ambiance with resolve. "It's time to save our world."

As each hero began to carry out the mandates of their mission, they were fortified by the united struggle against incomprehensible foes. Their camaraderie energized them, a beacon of hope against the encroaching darkness as they aimed to vanquish a threat unlike any they had ever faced before.

*Nemo*

Central China, February 2003 – In the midst of a chaotic battlefield, the Great Ten, an elite squad of heroes created by the Chinese government, relentlessly push against the onslaught of extraterrestrial invaders. The colossal black and white structure rising up from the earth serves as the Invaders' base—their anthill of destruction, designed to instill fear and chaos. Each member of the Great Ten is a living embodiment of China's rich culture, folklore, and mythology, their abilities reflecting the spirited resilience against oppression.

The Lightning Duel: Great Ten Against Invaders

As the Great Ten battle the invaders, the "Accomplished Perfect Physician" radiates a unique aura, using his voice to wield magical effects that manipulate both matter and spirit. His experience from his predecessors empowers him, but the sheer scale of the task before him—the towering Invader base and the amalgamation of ant-like drones—stress even his formidable powers. The dark, metallic landscape contrasts with the vibrant bursts of energy and the screams of conflict. The air is thick with the sounds of destruction as he wrestles to create a protective barrier against the drones seeking to overwhelm them.

In that same melee, the "August General in Iron," beats a path through hordes of biomechanical drones. Once a black ops soldier who rose from the ashes of a catastrophic ambush, he now embodies formidable strength with his iron-like exterior. Each swing of his fists shatters the enemy before him, turning the battlefield into a canvas splattered with oil-like organic fluids as he decimates the enemy forces. The visceral chaos mirrors the brutality he endured, now repurposed as a symbol of resistance.

The "Celestial Archer," another key player in this showdown of titans, remains poised at a strategic vantage point. Armed with the Celestial Bow of Yi, his arrows soar like meteors, igniting in violent bursts upon contact with the invaders. They sear through the cold steel and answer the calls of the weary earth beneath the might of the alien invaders. Each successful strike ignites hope among his comrades, an illumination against the stark absurdity of war.

On the fringes of this conflict, the "Ghost Fox Killer" dances in the shadows, her agility reflecting the cunning of her predecessors. Charged with hunting down evil men, she finds most success through her jade rui shi—her loyal companion who seems impervious to the energy beams. The rui shi, a majestic guardian lion forged from living jade, leaps into action, disrupting the line of enemy assault and rendering many drones obsolete with its ferocity.

High above the chaos, the "Immortal Man-in-Darkness" melds with his aircraft, Dragonwing, becoming one with the shifting machinery designed to combat the aerial threat. Sacrificing his own life force with every engagement means he rarely lingers on the ground for long. Yet, each plunge further into the atmosphere unleashes torrents of destruction upon the alien ships, explosions blossoming like dark flowers against the sky as their advanced technology dominates the aerial battlefield.

Though the combat rages on, not all members of the Great Ten are engaged directly in combat. The "Mother of Champions" operates within the command center, channeling her unique ability toward sustaining their numerical advantage, tying the threads of their lineage into a potent force ready to rise at a moment's notice. Each child she births serves a critical purpose, further enriching the lineage of protectors ready for battle—each a fleeting soldier in defense of their homeland.

Among the ranks, the legend of "Yang Kei-Ying," or "Seven Deadly Brothers," stirs the inspired spirits of the Great Ten. A cursed warrior, he splits into seven clones, each trained in different martial arts. As these clones overwhelm the humanoid drones with their skilled techniques, it becomes all too clear that while they can contend with the invaders' flexibility, the towering war machines present a more formidable challenge.

Yet amidst the chaos, the "Shaolin Robot" draws from his rich history, leveraging ancient technology to combat the aliens. Reawakened with purpose and enhanced through alien innovation, he combines old wisdom with modern ingenuity, successfully neutralizing the mechanical monstrosities posing the greatest threat to his comrades.

Then there's the "Socialist Red Guardsman," who empowers allies and decimates troops using his radioactive solar powers. This brilliant utilization of Durlan technology serves a dual purpose, with his emitted radiation mutating the very biology of the invading forces it touches—creating a sort of "fallout" that serves to dismantle the enemy from the inside out.

Even as these heroes forge ahead, they are still connected to a battlefield that constantly evolves. Zou Kang, the "Thundermind," inadvertently unleashes a transformative power—he becomes a Bodhisattva, channeling a multitude of extraordinary abilities that elevate him above the fray. The many canons of Buddhism now manifest as he champions the effort, empowering his comrades with newfound strength and purpose.

Suddenly, amidst the cacophony of destruction and brave stand, August General in Iron receives an unexpected transmission from command. The military is dispatching experimental technology meant to turn the tide of battle. A sense of urgency ignites as he guides the others to navigate their talents and tactics.

As the "Immortal Man-in-Darkness" streaks through the sky, shooting down alien crafts, a cargo drop arrives—an opportunity hidden within its encasing metal crate. August General catches the mysterious crate mid-air, ensuring that the new technology won't fall into enemy hands. The crate, deceptively simple in appearance with a collection of metal rods inscribed with warning stickers, offers hope wrapped in uncertainty.

"Whatever this is, it needs swift action," August General commands, passing the information to others while leading them to the designated positions for the rods. The team, synchronized through years of training and experience, swiftly deploys the rods according to a map detailing the marks on the Invader base—the glowing beacons of hope take root in the alien soil.

Meanwhile, the tension rises as distant radar logs register the collapse of the shields surrounding the base. The generals and scientists stare wide-eyed, now filled with anticipation. The Chinese General barks orders, moving forward as warriors rallied for an opportunity to dismantle the enemy stronghold.

"Commence firing!" comes the command, a clarion call that resonates with the courage of a unified force. As BOOMs erupt across the landscape, high-energy missiles surge toward the now vulnerable Invader base. Explosions resonate across the area, overshadowing the earlier chaos as the combined effort of traditional military might and superhuman abilities join forces.

The landscape fills with brilliant flashes, smoking remnants dancing on the wind—each blast symbolizing their relentless fight against cosmic oppression, fear, and tyranny. The Great Ten taste the sweet resonance of victory as each thunderous explosion obliterates the biostructures that once threatened their homeland.

Returning to base to assess the aftermath, the heroes are met by the Chinese General, a mix of admiration and disbelief on his face. "Good work, Great Ten. You truly managed to bring down the shields that allowed our forces to deal the final blow."

August General nods. "It was possible because of the new technology. It processed vital information regarding the enemy's defense—an incredible tool in our fight."

"Technology?" The General queries, brows furrowing with confusion. "I was completely unaware of such equipment being delivered. What did you receive?"

August General holds out the map detailing the invasive structure before passing it to the general. Turning it over reveals the inscribed characters: "蓬萊仙島" – Penglai Immortal Island. It was a name steeped in both Chinese and Japanese mythology, symbolizing a land of immortality—a signal of ancient fortitude and the unexpected depth of connection forged in this moment of cosmic strife.

With the Immortal Island's legacy now intertwined in their actions, the Great Ten share a meaningful glance, strengthened by their bond and purpose. For even in the darkest hour, they shine together—a beacon of hope against invading shadows. The Great Ten, armed with myth and duty, stand at the ready for the battles that remain on this world and beyond. Their fight isn't merely for survival; it's a testament to resilience, a clash both timeless and resolute.

*Nemo*

*Hungary, February 2003*

The night wrapped the Hungarian forest in a thick veil of darkness, only the sounds of distant rustling leaves interrupted the heavy silence. Standing ready in the shadows, Batman surveyed the alien base—an ominous hive pulsating like a living organism amidst the trees. The heroes assembled around him were a blend of European champions and a formidable American presence, strategic minds ready to engage in the stealthiest of operations.

"Remember," Batman's voice sliced through the tension, each word deliberate and controlled, "we need to take out the guards silently before they can alert the hive mind. This mission hinges on stealth, not brute strength."

The European heroes silently acknowledged their leader's command, their expressions hardened with resolve. Knight and Squire exchanged glances, the legacy of Arthurian valor burning brightly in their eyes. They readied themselves for action, remembering their training: operate under cover, strike with precision, never raise the alarm.

"Knight, coordinate with Squire on the right flank," Batman directed. "Nightrunner, scout ahead. Wild Huntsman and I will cover the left. And Musketeer—stay alert for any potential threats."

As they moved, a thick fog emanated from Batman's tactical devices, enveloping the heroes in a shroud of darkness that effectively masked their movements. They had become shadows themselves, a cohesive unit ready to dismantle the alien defenses without mercy. The biomechanical drones patrolled the perimeter, their cold, unfeeling forms illuminated beneath eerie lights that glowed with an unnatural hue.

"On my mark," Batman said, hand raised in a fist as they drew nearer to the edge of the base. Sharp silence enveloped them, charged with anticipation.

Crimson Fox surged ahead, deploying her natural agility as she slipped through the shadows like a whispered breeze. She approached the first guard—a drone that stood unaware and motionless. With a deft movement, she lunged, her claws flashing under the fog as she connected with the drone's neck. It crumpled without uttering a sound, the lifeless form sinking into the darkness.

"Good start," Batman acknowledged quietly as Knight and Squire prepared to engage their target on the opposite side. They struck with precise choreography—Squire leading the way with a sudden, rapid advance, his movements a blur, while Knight flanked him with a silent approach from the side. In moments, they dispatched their own drone guard, the mechanical nature of their foe causing no hesitation as they fell into silence.

The heroes advanced steadily through the labyrinth of the alien stronghold. Nightrunner, skilled in the art of stealth, scouted ahead. The corridor branched off to the left, leading deeper into the base.

Turning to Batman, he whispered, "Multiple guards up ahead. I'll take the one on the far left."

Batman nodded; his gaze unwavering. "Stay low, and eliminate one at a time."

Nightrunner sprang into action, a fluid motion filled with urgency. He executed a flawless leap, targeting the first drone with precision and landing with a swift kick that sent it crashing to the ground without a sound. The next drone barely processed his movement before he was upon it, delivering a quick blow that silenced it permanently.

The caution of silence faded for an instant, the heroes seamlessly coalescing as they pressed on. Batman led Wild Huntsman deeper into the shadows, his eyes piercing through the half-light as they neared the energy barrier surrounding the heart of the alien base.

"Flash," Batman whispered, signaling the Speedster forward. "You're up. Slip through the barrier and set the devices. We'll follow right behind you."

The Flash stood poised, the very embodiment of kinetic energy and excitement. Without hesitation, he darted forward. In a whirlwind of speed, he approached the barrier shimmering ominously in front of him, honing in on the rhythmic pulses that defined its energy. This barrier was the only thing preventing them from achieving their goal, from reaching the heart of the hive.

With a practiced flick, he maneuvered between the oscillations of energy, slipping through the momentary gaps flawless as lightning itself. Once on the other side, he accessed the case Batman had given him, setting devices purposefully against the alien technology. Each device was meticulously designed to disrupt the energy field while remaining silent.

As he worked, he felt the familiar thrill of adrenaline. The Flash had always thrived on speed, but this time, every move was steeped in purpose. With each device placed, the ethereal energy field began to flicker, sending pulses of disarray through the barrier, creating silent openings.

"Go!" he called back to the others, and as if choreographed through years of teamwork, the heroes surged forward through the holes he had created, each movement coordinated and deliberate.

The entrance shimmered as they crossed into the ambiance of pulsating lights and dark corridors, where mechanical forms were at their posts, oblivious to the silent tide of heroes entering their domain. The air was charged with tension as they stepped carefully into a world of synthetic life, the heart of the hive nestled deep within.

"Don't rush," Batman reminded, his voice low yet authoritative. "Stick to the shadows and follow the plan."

The Musketeer moved to the front, confidence coating his actions as he carefully scoured the area for any sign of danger. Nearby drones were scattered through the corridors, still oblivious to the intruders among them. Together, they maintained their stealthy approach, ensuring not a single alarm was raised amidst their ranks.

As they traveled further down the corridor, they spotted a gathering of drones standing guard in front of a door, their alertness heightened.

"On my mark," Batman said again, his eyes narrowed as he assessed the group. Silence blanketed them like a shroud, and the heroes nodded in affirmation, ready to execute the next phase of their silent assault.

Nightrunner prepared to move in again, signaling his approach as he repositioned himself into the shadows. He struck swiftly, his trained skills blending acrobatics with combat as he thrashed the first drone, the impact muffled as it fell to the floor. Knight and Squire followed suit, working in tandem, multiple strikes becoming a seamless dance of efficiency over brute force.

"Two more left," Musketeer whispered, taking aim with his rapier. He lunged forward, expertly disarming another drone as he spun away, the mechanical guard collapsing without a sound.

"Clear," Nightrunner confirmed, the group now able to advance toward the looming door, the space burgeoning with the weight of their stealthy approach.

Through the door lay the nest of the enemy's operations, the heart of the hive, silent yet throbbing with latent energy. They moved in synchrony, a tapestry of silent determination woven through their movements.

"Let's finish this," Batman urged, and with a final deep breath, they prepared to descend deeper into the alien peril that awaited them. Each hero—a parable of tradition and grit—faced the danger ahead, armed with the unity forged in secrecy and valor. They would pierce the heart of this hive through shadows, dismantling the threat of the invaders, one silent victory at a time.

Then everything violently explodes around them.

*Nemo*

The American Central Base, Kansas

2003

The American Central Base in Kansas stood as a grim monument to humanity's struggle against extraterrestrial threats. Towering high above the endless fields of corn that surrounded it, the invaders' base resembled a colossal anthill, its structure an unsettling amalgamation of black, alien metal and sinewy, organic material that pulsed with a life of its own. The base was a stark reminder of the ongoing war threatening the very existence of the planet, its dominion spreading like a dark stain across the landscape. The nightmarish backdrop of biomechanical machines skittering around like spiders added to the dire atmosphere, transforming the once-harmonizing panorama of rural America into a battleground fraught with chaos.

Despite their advanced defenses, the United States found itself reeling under the relentless advance of the invaders, the shield protecting the base a barrier even the most powerful nuclear arsenal couldn't compromise. Soldiers lined up, shock and valor etched into their faces as they guarded their territory. Among them, American soldiers exchanged anxious glances, their tradition of muscular power turning fragile under the menace of the alien machines.

Superman, the Man of Steel, stood tall amidst the chaos, his firm expression betraying nothing of the storm brewing beneath his composed exterior. Beside him, Martian Manhunter's emerald green skin and attentive demeanor conveyed the wisdom of ages, grounded in his history of intergalactic strife. "How do you plan to get past the shield, Superman?" a soldier interjected, breaking the heavy silence. His voice trembled slightly, a hint of desperation cutting through the bravado. "You can't just punch this one. The big brains in Washington say their shields will stop even our biggest nukes."

Superman opened his mouth, contemplating various tactics, his mind racing to find a solution. But that brief moment of silence was abruptly pierced by the arrival of an imposing figure emerging from a pool of shadows nearby. Soldiers and inexperienced heroes shrank back, fear shooting through them as they beheld the newcomer. Standing tall and muscular, the figure radiated power. His skin shone dark as tar under the moonlight, and his eyes glowed with an otherworldly luminescence. He was clad in sleek, modern military-style armor that clung to his physique, and a menacing mask adorned his face, with wide eye-holes concealing his expression. Intriguingly, rather than wielding conventional weaponry, he held a Japanese sword, its hilt glinting like a beacon of hope.

"Black Dragon: Abyss. That is my hero name," he proclaimed, his voice deep and filled with an almost regal authority. A small smile played beneath his mask, hinting at a sense of camaraderie born from shared purpose. It had been centuries since he attended UA Academy, learning the tenets of heroism alongside his beloved Izumi Midoriya and her twin brother Izuku. The weight of six centuries as the noble ruler of the mystic island of Horai hung at his shoulders, but now it was time once again to embrace the thrill of heroism and ally with fellow defenders of Earth.

"Is that supposed to mean something?" scoffed a nearby American soldier, his New York accent thick and laced with skepticism. He shifted his stance, eyeing the Black Dragon's sleek armor and blade with unmistakable contempt, lacking any knowledge of Abyss's illustrious past. However, he couldn't help but recognize the military precision in the other hero's appearance.

With a measured calm, Abyss raised his hand, his palm glowing with a pulsating energy that conjured an incredible sight—a swirling black portal materialized in front of them, its edges flickering like candle flames caught in a gust of wind. Another portal appeared, leading straight to the heart of the anthill-like base, the protective force fields rendered obsolete by this strategic maneuver.

"You're full of solutions. What about those walkers?" questioned another soldier, pointing a trembling finger at the towering biomechanical war machines looming over them. With metallic tentacles like the limbs of some mechanical spider, they unleashed devastating energy beams at the soldiers, relentless in their assault, laying waste to the fortified positions crafted by the United States Army.

"My wife," Abyss replied simply, as the winds began to pick up around them, weaving a potent energy that twisted the very sky above. Dark, ominous clouds gathered in swirling patterns, carrying an electric charge that enveloped the battlefield.

Then, with theatrical splendor, a powerful figure descended from the tumultuous skies. The ground trembled beneath her as she made her entrance—the Dragon Sorceress of Horai Island, Irene. Her presence was striking: thickly braided scarlet hair that seemed alive with the magic emanating from her, adorned with golden ornaments glinting in the chaos of the battle sky. Her outfit—a daringly revealing take on the traditional witch's garb—glittered as she floated down, staff held high, the very essence of magic swirling around her.

As her feet touched the ground, Irene thrust her staff vigorously downward, invoking a torrent of magical energy. Glowing seals unfurled beneath the massive walkers, illuminating the dim battlefield with spectral hues, each rune resonating with untold power. Lightning crackled in a glorious display of raw energy as it struck the walkers repetitively, shaking the very foundations of the enemy machines.

"Any more questions, soldier?" Abyss quipped, his dark eyes gleaming with purpose and determination, as he and his allies prepared to unleash a united front against the invading forces. Behind them, Superman and Martian Manhunter stepped into the swirling shadows of the portal Abyss had created, their resolve not shaken but wholly bolstered.

"Sir. No, Sir," came the soldier's reply, the determination surging within him ignited by the rallying cries of his extraordinary allies. The moment of dread dissolved, hope emerging as they braced for the battle ahead.

*Nemo*

As the heroes and soldiers stepped through the swirling shadows of Abyss's portal, they were unceremoniously deposited into the heart of the extraterrestrial base. What greeted them was a grotesque spectacle unlike anything they had ever encountered, as if the very soul of the structure had been crafted by an artist like Swiss maestro H.R. Giger after absorbing the musings of H.P. Lovecraft and embellishing it all with a relentless stream of psychotropic influence. The walls undulated with an organic-like quality, their surfaces appearing as though they had been grown, rather than constructed.

The corridors were dimly lit, with only the faint glow of bioluminescent liquid pulsing through long tubes embedded in the black-and-gray metal. This eerie illumination created an unsettling atmosphere, casting twisted shadows that danced unsettlingly across the walls. The atmosphere was thick, almost suffocating, reinforced by a web of veins and arteries formed by a messy network of pipes, tubes, and cables crisscrossing the room. To Superman, the ominous grinding of doors opening and closing reminded him of the unsettling mechanical opening of a heart valve, as though this base were more living organism than cold fortress.

The heroes had barely taken in their surroundings when a horde of black-and-white humanoid drones surged into the chamber, their movements mechanical yet fluid, marching with a single-minded determination. Armed to the teeth with razor-sharp blades and directed energy weapons, the drones quickly closed in on the assembled defenders, ready to engage in brutal combat.

Superman didn't need to wait for the order. His response was instantaneous and instinctual. He unleashed thunderous punches that sent drones flying through the air, colliding into one another with resounding crashes. With each blow, their mechanical forms crumpled like tin cans, offering proof of the enormous power a Kryptonian could wield under the glow of a yellow sun. It was evident that the invaders hadn't anticipated facing such a formidable opponent; their onslaught provided little more than a nuisance when matched against the might of the Man of Steel.

Beside him, the Martian Manhunter demonstrated a different kind of prowess. While he possessed strength that could rival Superman's, he adopted a fluid, elastic approach to battle. Shapeshifting and manipulating his density, he became a whirlwind of attacks, striking out at the drones with an agility that left his enemies bewildered. Each transformation enabled him to hit harder, slipping past defenses that would have crippled a lesser hero, leaving trails of dismantled machinery in his wake.

Among the chaos, the soldiers struggled to keep their wits about them. A pair of drones burst through a soft section of the wall, ready to engage in an attack that could overwhelm the human defenders. But before they could land a blow, a set of emerald arrows pierced the air, striking true and delivering electrifying shocks to the drones. Green Arrow, clad in his signature green garb, unleashed a barrage of arrow-flung justice, and the soldiers seized the opportunity, firing their weapons in earnest and splattering the walls with milky white goo as they decimated the enemy ranks.

The relentless waves of mechanical attackers intensified, leaving a sense of dread among the beleaguered defenders. "We are going to get overwhelmed at this rate!" shouted a soldier from New York, his accent thick with anxiety, urging his comrades to fight back harder.

"Then I'll give us some space," Abyss declared, his voice steady with resolve. He drew back his arm and delivered a thunderous punch to the wall beside him. The force reverberated through the chamber, winds created by the blow sending soldiers and heroes alike staggering back. The wall exploded, revealing an expansive central chamber beyond that contrasted sharply with the narrow, claustrophobic corridors they had just navigated. The heroes rushed through the opening, grateful for the momentary reprieve.

"Do you guys know where we are going?" asked a soldier from Kansas, his eyes wide with both awe and concern as he scanned the vast chamber filled with ominous machinery.

"The heart of the base," Abyss replied, a note of satisfaction in his voice.

"How long will it take us?" the soldier from New York asked, a hint of desperation lacing his words.

"We are standing in it," Abyss replied, gesturing around the immense chamber.

As the heroes and soldiers caught their breath, their gazes roamed across the chamber, taking in the multiple thick tubes and cables that snaked around the walls. Digital screens flickered to life, displaying live feeds of activities both inside and outside the base. Their eyes widened at the sight of four other extraterrestrial central bases located around the world—Northern Australia, Hungary, Central China, and Egypt—each one lying in ruins. The heroes were close to victory.

But the moment of respite was short-lived. Martian Manhunter suddenly clutched his head, overwhelmed by an unseen force crashing down upon him like a tidal wave. The other soldiers and heroes scrambled to comprehend the sudden pain that filled their minds, each victim succumbing to the insidious onslaught. None were spared save for Superman, whose mind was shielded by the Kryptonian martial art known as Torquasm-Vo, Martian Manhunter, who had faced similar mental assaults before and adapted, and Abyss, who remained completely immune to psychic attacks.

Together, the trio peered into the shadows, searching for the source of the mental assault. It was then that they laid eyes on their adversary: the leader of the biomechanical invaders—an inverted egg-shaped entity glimmering with a multitude of glowing lights across its surface, reminiscent of a star-filled sky. Its oscillating tentacles dropped like limp appendages from its underbelly, giving it the appearance of a grotesque jellyfish.

"Got a name?" Abyss challenged, a swirl of darkness gathering around his hands, ready for a confrontation.

"Imperium," the entity replied, its voice echoing menacingly, a chilling blend of otherworldly tones and machine-like rasp. "Surrender or I will kill the others... slowly."

With a wave of his hand, Abyss enveloped the incapacitated soldiers and heroes in swirling shadows, teleporting them to safety just as they writhed in agony on the ground.

Imperium's star-like lights flared with intensity as it escalated its attack. "Surrender!" it ordered, the pressure in the room escalating as the gravity suddenly lifted to an extreme level. The trio remaining in the chamber found themselves crushed to the ground, helpless against the newfound force.

But where lesser heroes might have faltered, Superman, Martian Manhunter, and Abyss rose to the occasion. Utilizing their considerable strength, they slowly lifted themselves from the ground, much to Imperium's surprise.

"Surrender," the entity demanded again, its voice laden with urgency.

"Now, why would you want us to surrender?" Abyss taunted, a smirk playing across his lips as he took a confident step forward despite the increasing gravity. "You haven't been killing civilians, only soldiers. Your pathogens were non-lethal, designed to incapacitate. A person invades for resources, and humans are the resources you're after."

As if to emphasize his words, the screens around them displayed empty rooms within the base. Rows of containment cells and chambers lay completely vacant, devoid of any captured inhabitants.

"While you were defending your bases, we were doing what heroes do and rescued people. Every prison was emptied, and we removed all those mind-control devices and hidden surprises," Abyss concluded.

"Impossible," Imperium sputtered in disbelief, the sound resonating with both confusion and rage. "You sacrificed your allies... to free civilians?"

"Self-sacrifice is a hero's key trait, but who said we sacrificed anyone?" Abyss shot back.

In a stunning turn of events, the Royal Guard drones had begun appearing at the chamber's entrances—massive, heavily armored versions of the standard drones, equipped with thick personal shields and a veritable arsenal of weapons. The gravity proved almost negligible for the drones, their advanced systems compensating for the extreme conditions. The trio braced themselves as the guards leveled their weapons.

But just as the weight of battle bore down around them, an unforeseen surge of combatants joined the fray. From behind, an absurdly sharp sword sliced through one drone with ease, cleaving it in two and sending its remnants splattering against the chamber walls. Wonder Woman emerged with grace and authority, her sword shimmering with unyielding resolve.

Following her lead, Green Lantern Hal Jordan manifested a colossal, invisible force that enveloped a second drone, crushing it effortlessly within its confines, demonstrating the strength of will behind his emerald ring.

From above, two powerful figures descended—Hawkman and Hawkwoman, armed with their iconic Nth Metal maces. They ravaged the drones with fierce Warlike determination, smashing two Royal Guard units to pieces as they fought with the unyielding spirit of their Thanagarian heritage.

The chaos escalated further as The Flash slashed through two more Royal Drones at superspeed, propelling one into the grip of a jet-engine device engineered by Batman. The combined assault was a moment of pure synergy among the heroes, a unified front against an otherwise insurmountable foe.

"Also, unlike villains who monologue to stroke their egos," Abyss grinned, "I talk to distract enemies so my friends can teleport in."

Danjuro Tobita, alongside Abyss known as the Gentleman, was the last to arrive. With a deft flip, he landed gracefully in the chamber, slipping effortlessly beyond the Royal Guard Drone's grasp. With unerring precision, he flipped the drone and slammed it into the ground using the gravitational forces to amplify the impact, resulting in a brilliant explosion of bio-mechanical fragments.

"Impossible... High Gravity," Imperium stammered, panic seeping into its ethereal voice.

Abyss couldn't help but smirk at the drones' mighty commander. "High Gravity? I've had more problems fighting monkeys," Gentleman quipped, his serious tone undercutting the humor. The fight had transformed into a display of relentless energy and unyielding strength fueled by the warriors' camaraderie.

The tension in the chamber reached a fever pitch. The Imperium was beginning to realize that its grip on the situation was slipping. Martian Manhunter and Superman, joined by Abyss, stood firm against the encroaching menace. Each of the heroes was fortified against mental assaults—the psychic training of Martian Manhunter rendered him resistant, Superman was protected by sacred traditions of Kryptonian knowledge, and Abyss was completely immune to that psychic harassment. The Thanagarians carried immense mental fortitude, and through expert training, Wonder Woman had gained divine protection against mental encroachments as well. The Flash's mind is open, but it's operating at such a high speed, the Imperium lacks the "bandwidth" to influence him. Even the new unknown hero Gentleman has mind protected by will, love, and "hunger".

The Imperium had no time to formulate a desperate strategy. Without warning, Superman and Martian Manhunter synchronized their attacks, shrugging off the restraining gravity as they unleashed a devastating assault upon the egg-like creature. Superman's heat vision coalesced with Martian Manhunter's Martian Vision, merging in a fury of scorching brilliance that poured against the invader.

Imperium's shields, while formidable against other types of assaults, were ill-prepared for the unique properties of their combined attacks. A cacophony of distress erupted from the creature as its protective barriers crumbled, giving way to the onslaught. The protective membrane sputtered and warped as heat enveloped it, bubbling its putrid flesh.

As the gravitational coil holding it captive collapsed, Superman seized the opportunity. With one powerful surge forward, he and Martian Manhunter pummeled the trembling creature, their fists coming crashing down in a fierce duet of strength.

Lastly came Abyss's moment—the supreme act of mercy for his enemy enforced through a display of lethal efficiency. In an instant, he drew his sword, slicing through the thrumming mass of Imperium in a single clean stroke. The entity, resembling more of a grotesque century egg than a dominant foe, fell in two halves, a loud cry of despair echoed throughout the chamber.

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The cry morphed into a voice dripping with panic and desperation, drowned out by the celebration of heroes gaining the upper hand.

With Imperium's disintegration came a violent tremor through the base, the final remnants of the stronghold beginning their inevitable collapse. Abyss, unfazed by the chaos, harnessed his shadow manipulation abilities, enveloping the remaining heroes and soldiers in a protective shroud. Using the shadows as a conduit, he teleported them all to safety, just as the structure imploded, a violent wave of debris triggered by self-destruction cascading in a cataclysmic frenzy.

When the dust settled, the heroes stood unharmed in a cleared expanse outside the wreckage of the fallen base. In the aftermath, they exchanged relieved glances filled with a sense of shared victory, pride, and, perhaps most importantly, hope. The tide of the war had shifted once more, the chance for survival basking in the light of their countless triumphs. They had faced the darkness through unity, courage, and resilience, proving that no matter the threat, the heart of a hero would always rise to the occasion.

*Nemo*

In the vast, timeless expanse of space, Earth turned slowly below, blissfully unaware of its recent brush with annihilation. The dark and twisted ambitions of an extraterrestrial threat hung like a dark cloud over its atmosphere, brought forth by the relentless onslaught of the Imperium—a sentient and merciless intelligence. It had risen from the cosmos, deploying vast armies and biomechanical drones in a bid to conquer the planet. Yet, in a thrilling display of valor, the heroes of Justice League and Young Justice had united, thwarting the Imperium's every move.

Now, the remnants of the dark fleet gathered above Earth, and at the helm of the colossal battleship loomed the Imperium itself. With a kilometer-long, sinuous structure that blended organic curves with the formidable precision of advanced technology, its hull shimmered with a ghastly black alloy, illuminated by pulsing violet lights. Unlike the drones scattered across the globe, this ship was a singular entity—a fortress built to survive the rigors of space, devoid of flesh but alive with insidious purpose.

The atmosphere within the command chamber grew tense. The Imperium, a ruthless overlord with a myriad of synthesizing eyes surveying the damage inflicted by Earth's defenders, had realized it was outmatched. It had dispatched its drone legions to infiltrate human society, weaving itself into the fabric of civilization, only to be outmaneuvered at every turn by those who wore capes and wielded powers beyond comprehension. It had unleashed a biological weapon designed to control humanity, only to see that hope dashed as the heroes dismantled its factories and liberated the bioweapons.

With five central strongholds decimated and command severed, the Imperium had no choice but to flee, abandoning his grand vision of subjugation. As the lights aboard the ship pulsed in a frantic rhythm, he activated the FTL (Faster Than Light) drive, preparing to break free from the gravitational grasp of Earth and the Moon.

But just as he thought escape was assured, an unexpected turn of events cast a shadow over his confidence. An inconspicuous ship, cloaked in stealth technology that rivaled the most advanced vessels of science fiction fame, remained undetected, an ominous specter of doom. Doctor Nobunara Oda, the mastermind within, grinned with an unsettling mix of determination and glee. His black metal vessel exemplified the pinnacle of science—an unseen weapon capable of striking while remaining hidden in the silent void, juxtaposed by its militant straight lines and angles; like something meant to be mass produced in the millions. On the sides, were it visible, would've been The Wings of Liberty stenciled in gold amidst showing lights.

Radiating confidence, Oda activated his ship's ventral weapons systems without dropping the cloak. With a cunning strategy akin to the rare ships of Starfleet lore, his ship thrummed with energy as it locked onto the Imperium's unstable defenses. The electromagnetic launcher surged to life, targeting the vulnerable energy conduits connecting the Imperium's core to its engines.

The battle was a deft ballet of technology—at 4,000 meters per second, a sleek metal rod fired from Oda's vessel, streaking through the darkness like a shooting star embodying doom. It pierced the ship's deflector shields with effortless precision, a testament to Oda's meticulous engineering and tactical superiority. The projectile cut through the formidable walls as though they were merely parchment, biting into the ship's structural heart, before metal slag sputtered out of the rear.

Inside the flagship of the Imperium, alarms blared and a cacophony of chaos erupted as the rod breached the core. Bright flashes of energy illuminated the chamber as the rod connected with the plasma conduits, severing vital links and unleashing a catastrophic chain reaction. The once-mighty vessel began to shudder violently as energy cascaded uncontrollably through its internal systems, a brilliant explosion of color and light orchestrated by the meticulous planning of a singular scientist.

The detonation released waves of superheated plasma that surged like a starving beast, consuming everything in its path. Even as his ship rocked under the force, the Imperium had no opportunity to retaliate. Oda's maneuver was swift and certain—a singular lethal strike, executed flawlessly, resulting in the violent demise of the alien overlord and his ambitions.

With the power core compromised, the ship's systems went into overdrive, spiraling into a cataclysmic meltdown. The remaining structure of the Imperium's flagship erupted violently, a spectacle resembling a supernova but contained entirely within the absence of atmosphere. The flames of destruction cascaded outward, a mesmerizing display, as the remnants of what was once a harbinger of fate succumbed to the inexorable pull of gravity. The debris tumbled back toward Earth, trailing flames like a dying star, precision-calculated orbital gatling gun fire struck at the largest pieces of debris, promising a complete incineration. Once that was done, additional airburst bombardment further-diverted the Imperium's flight path from any oceanic reefs, consigning it to the ocean depths with minimal loss of marine life—a tomb for a shattered dream of conquest.

As Oda watched the chaos unfold from the comfort of his cloaked vessel, a proud smile crept across his face. He was no longer a pariah; instead, he stood as a protector from the shadows—a master tactician who had turned the tide of a formidable battle. The glowing eyes of his robots flickered with approval, echoing the brilliance of their creator—a silent chorus to a symphony of triumph painted upon the canvas of the cosmos.

This was not merely the end of the Imperium's reign; it was the beginning of something greater, a declaration that humanity would stand united against any threat—earthbound or cosmic. Oda's mind raced with possibilities on what lay ahead, and he reveled in the knowledge that in the darkest of times, he had emerged as an unexpected savior. The universe remained vast, and its secrets continued to beckon, but for now, the Earth had found its protectors in the most unlikely of places, and it shone bright in the aftermath of calamity.

*Nemo*

The Daily Herald

February 28, 2003

A New Era for Heroes: The Birth of the Justice League

In a momentous development marking a pivotal shift in superhero history, a new coalition called the Justice League has emerged, forging a path for heroes who seek to protect the world from threats both terrestrial and extraterrestrial. For decades, since the retirement of the Justice Society of America at the close of World War II, the United States had been largely devoid of a significant unified hero organization. Governmental pressures during the Cold War led to the disbanding of the Justice Society, leaving the heroes to prioritize civilian safety over government mandates.

However, the recent invasion by an alien force, defeated only through the concerted efforts of an emerging generation of heroes, has galvanized an international response. With their unparalleled bravery and united front, heroes such as Superman, Batman, Wonder Woman, The Flash, Green Lantern, Martian Manhunter, and Hawkwoman rose to the occasion, culminating in a historic collaboration that saved millions. Their combined efforts have not gone unnoticed; the United Nations has extended its full support to the newly-formed Justice League, recognizing the organization's potential to provide stability in a turbulent world.

While the Justice League stands as the foremost hero alliance, other groups are also emerging from the shadows. Among them is The Titans—a coalition forged by heroes who played crucial roles during the extraterrestrial invasion, including Abyss, Scarlet, Spider-Woman, Gentleman, and others. Although allied with the Justice League, The Titans maintain their independence, seeking to address local concerns while upholding a commitment to justice.

Notably, several renowned heroes such as Hawkman, Green Arrow, and Aquaman have made significant contributions and are allies in the fight against evil but have chosen to remain outside of the Justice League's formal structure. Green Arrow embodies the spirit of a city protector, Hawkman grapples with personal conflicts, and Aquaman, the King of Atlantis, bears responsibilities that stretch beyond the surface world.

As the landscape of superhero dynamics continues to evolve, one thing is clear: the dawn of the Justice League heralds a renewed hope for global peace and an unwavering commitment to justice. With heroes united, fans around the world await the next chapter in the legacy of heroic vigilantes. The era of the Justice League has begun!

*Nemo*

The Light Virtual Meeting

February 28, 2003

The flickering images of high-tech displays illuminated the shadows of a dimly lit virtual conference room, where a figure shrouded in darkness presided over a clandestine meeting. Vandal Savage, a man whose very existence stretched back over 50,000 years, resembled more of an eternal specter than a mere mortal. His facial scars, remnants of the savage bear that attacked him in his youth, served as poignant reminders of both his survival and his profound transformation. Before him loomed the faces of powerful allies—an assembly of the most formidable individuals on the planet, each a master in their own right. Together, they formed an organization known as The Light.

"Heroes have united into organized groups, and so have we," Savage intoned, his voice a commanding yet composed rumble that reverberated through the virtual space. "In time, all these organizations will serve The Light."

As he spoke, the screens flickered to life, showcasing images of the newly formed Justice League, with its legendary members uniting the world against common foes. The camera spun toward each member—Superman, Batman, Wonder Woman, each a towering figure of hope and strength. Savage's expression remained inscrutable as he watched, experiencing a whirlwind of emotions that danced through his millennia-old heart: admiration, envy, and a chilling resolve.

"The Justice League is an admirable endeavor," he continued, his tone shifting to one of darker intent. "Yet, as I have seen throughout history, unity can quickly breed complacency. Humanity grows through adversity; only the strong will survive. This is our opportunity—an opportunity to guide the very evolution of humanity through adversity."

Savage clicked a button on his interface, and images of recent heroes who had defended Earth flashed beside the Justice League's logo—Abyss, Scarlet, Spider-Woman. He continued, "They, too, are developing their own organizations. The Titans are a distraction—idealists who believe in justice will falter when faced with true malevolence. We must manipulate their strengths and turn them against one another."

As focus circled back to him, Savage's commanding gaze pierced the digital fabric of the room. "The time for underestimation is over. We must act swiftly, consolidate power, and ensure that when the dust settles, it is The Light that prevails."

His allies nodded in agreement, a chilling pact forming within the vast chasm of cyberspace. There was a hunger in the air, a dark alliance craving not just survival but dominion over the future. The voices of commitment and ambition melded, their conspiracy echoing through the ages—a silent oath to seize the reins of destiny once again.

"Let us move forward," Savage concluded, his eyes gleaming with a sinister promise. "We are the architects of a new order, and through chaos, we shall emerge triumphant." As the meeting drew to a close, shadows danced across Savage's face, reflecting both the weight of his legacy and the monstrous ambition that had guided him through lifetimes—an ambition that would stop at nothing to ensure humanity's path bent to his will. The Light was not merely a beacon of hope; it would become a shadowed force to be reckoned with in the new geopolitical landscape.

*END of CHAPTER 1*

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CHAPTER 2

[Manhunters]

Feb 15