Post by Batman (Bruce Wayne) on Oct 3, 2013 17:05:44 GMT -5
325,000 years ago…
Red lights flared through the cabin as a man clad in a suit of silver and tin foil shades glowered reflecting the lights. The metal suit was worn by most of his comrades as his digits tapped across a sophisticated computer attempting to compensate for the variances of the situation. The Kryptonian Cruiser sustained dorsal damage to its flat diamond shape design; trilithiotitanium plating was beginning to fracture creating a honeycomb of small weaknesses. The captain shouted. “Where the Epsilon Nebula did they come from?” “3rd Dimensional arrays are coming into response. Computers report there are four primitive Dreadnaught class Durlan origin. It’s logical to assume they dropped out of Transwarp after detecting our stellar trail, correcting the error by a Quadra-point 006. Stellar trail fixed.” “Fire port batteries.” <c>
The volley of weapons would blast through two vessels crippling them severely. “Computer is reporting a system failure in the shields…Hostile invasion imminent!” “They’re after the Chrono-Reactor, seal off the deck, don’t let-…” An explosion would suddenly erupt within the bridge of the ship causing a forward view screen to shatter crewmen were leeched out into space as the Captain braced himself against the console. His gaze studied over the systems to read a shield failure. He tapped upon the console and immediately a force field established saving only himself and one other person.- “We have no choice, we have to activate the Chrono-reactor now.<c>
It’s our only chance to survive and prevent the Durlan from getting their hands on it!” The crewmen nodded with understanding. “The engines are offline. I concur.” The vessel would suddenly rev for a few short moments before exploding…
Present day…
A shooting star fell from the sky towards the mountains in Canada, a meteor shower grazing the protective bubble known as Earth. Reporters of all kinds gathered around the announcement of a new Telescope engineered with the finest technology of today. Mark Brander was the chief scientist for the telescope and he stood proudly before the media, no one had access to see the telescope yet, but the crowd had assembled waiting for the unveiling. Mark Brander stepped out onto a stage.- “Ladies and Gentlemen, I would like to present STAR Labs newest achievement and-…” –An explosion blew open the side of the building causing people to collapse, their dress wear soiled by dust and brambles flying through the wall. Dust and metal flew through the air. A red laser beam shot through the smoke causing everyone to panic. Jimmy Olson watched the beams fall upon his face.<c>
“Superman…don’t…” The ginger faced man pleaded as he stepped backwards. The face of a steel helmet with a red optical lens wrapped around the right eye of a heavily armed assassin merged from the destruction of the wall. “Don’t any of you move or else you will be shot immediately. I want all of you on the ground and do not move a single inch!” A moment would pass and a woman clad in leather pants and a letter tank top stepped through with two clawed wrist blades on her arms and another man dressed in a brown outfit with a sleek brown cape, Cat ears worn upon his head with a pronounced chin underneath his mask. “Don’t mind if the kitty makes himself at home, do you folks?” He purred towards them reaching to his utility belt he jumped onto the stage in order to place C-4 explosives to the telescope.<>
“Almost there…” Catman announced while Mark Brander spoke up. “What are you doing? Pleaase don’t destroy it!” The woman grabbed Mark by the throat. “You must have a death wish. Allow me to honor it-…” Deadshot growled at the woman before her blade came to strike his stomach. “Savage, stop. We’re not here to kill anyone if we don’t have to…”
Last Kryptonian Savior: It was just another day of working for the Daily Planet. Most of the time spent at work involved either an interview with the CEO of a multi-billion dollar company or covering an event that often became a ground-breaking story; front page headlines type of deal. For Clark Kent, today's reveal of an innovative telescope by way of renowned scientist Mark Brander was a typical day at work. The rather tall man kept to himself, applying the tip of a ballpoint pen to the pages of the trusted notepad he carried, careful not to bump into any one of the many attendees as he cautiously stepped past them to observe things worth jotting down. Of course, Clark was also accompanied by co-worker Jimmy Olson and sometimes Lois Lane, yet he was unsure if she came around this particular time. The man adjusted the pair of rectangular glasses he wore above his coral-blue visions as his attention was then directed towards the stage where Brander made his entrace. Short-lived were the cheers and whistles --
Last Kryptonian Savior: of the crowd who waited in high anticipation. These cheers were soon replaced by the screams of terror and heart-gripping awe, caused by an explosion which occured at the side of the industrial building. It prompted Clark to look fast, running his visions along the immediate area as crowds of people scrambled for safety. It was then where his sights came across a trio of individuals who were surely the reason for the amassing chaos. At that moment, he became alert. Focused on the three and waiting on the perfect opportunity to act, even if such wasn't immediate. He pacefully stepped through the shuffling crowds, keeping himself at a low profile and only standing out in the way that he was traveling opposite of the many people around himself- yet mindful to keep himself out of the trio's field of visions. Clark adjusted his glasses as a duo of scarlet -red beams came firing from his oculars. To ensure he wouldn't be spotted, he kept the intensity of the beams at a minimum, to the --
Last Kryptonian Savior: point where they were practically invisible. To effectively perform this, he kept his releases in short burst, quick to their targets. The super-heated lines of radiation first made contact with the wiring of the C4 explosives, neutralizing them from the possibility of detonation. Next came two more sets of beam releases, directed at the blades adorned by Savage and a following one to the firearm managed by Deadshot. It was safe to say that by the time these three would come to notice, their weapons and intended explosive were reduced to melting heaps of metal and other materials of composition. "That should about do it," Clark said with one final adjustment of his glasses.
Deadshot immediately noticed his weapon melting and commented.- “Damn, he’s fast…” Savage snarled. “To hell with him, plan B if he’s too cowardice to face us!” Savage tapped her wrist console and spoke. “Bring in-…” A slashing of metal through air as five black and silver creatures flew through the air in the shape of metal bats. The first one struck Deadshot in the right shoulder, the second three struck Savage in the right shoulder and arm causing blood to splash from her and a cringe from her mouth. The last Batarang slashed at Catman striking his left shoulder from behind but, it had no affect against Catman’s armor and cape. A shroud of darkness fell from the ceiling in the form of a dive to strike Deadshot first throwing both figures across the floor, Batman’s cape flowing behind him concealed his body from everyone’s view. A solid punch to Deadshot’s face disarmed the assassin of his optic lens. <c>
Savage ripped off her blades and charged towards Batman landing behind him to grab the Dark Knight’s head and place it into a headlock to give her leverage and drag him away from Deadshot. “You just don’t know when to quit, do you! I’ll finish what I started in Gotham!” -Batman’s hands crawled in futility against her wrist while a grin rushed across her face until the scent traveled through air of burning flesh, Savage began to scream and backed away from Batman while her arm was sprinkled with acid. Batman gasped for air as the Titanium neck piece around him was dented some by Savage’s grip. “You asshole! What did you do to my arm!!!” “It’s Sulphuric Acid.” Batman’s attention turned to Catman who charged towards the Dark Knight while growling.- “You couldn’t take us in Gotham, what makes you think you can take us here?” <c>
-As the feline vigilante pounced Batman raised his bracers to endure the attack and only find himself pushed backwards and into a corner.- “…Because I’m not trying to take you down…I’m trying to delay you…” Catman grinned as his sharp clawed fingers raked across the painting of Batman’s promethium bracers. “Delay us? For what?”
Last Kryptonian Savior: Following the actions of Clark Kent, the three found themselves facing a completely new force. The Dark Knight who seemingly descended from the sky above to immediately take down Deadshot before taking on the other two. This was the opportunity that Clark had anticipated; in the form of Batman. Immediately following this, the man turned around and ran along in the midst of a crowd of people who were still making their way from the scene of the chaos, his fingers snapping apart the buttons of his shirt to then reveal the Kryptonian insignia. It was quite a refreshing feeling. He made his way towards an area isolated from the masses in such a silent and organized manner that no sole person would detect any differences in his deviation unless they kept an exact eye on him. In no time, his 'Clark Kent' attire was stripped and he fully adorned the blue and red costume: burgundy boots and cape with the dark-blue fitting on his body, showing off his physique in the process. The symbolism --
Last Kryptonian Savior: of hope was embedded on his chest as always. A must. "Delay us? For what?" were the aforementioned words spoken by Catman just before a bare palm was applied to his right shoulder. " I am willing to bet that the delay was for me," Superman responded prior to using a small fraction of his strength to peel the individual away from Batman and lifting him from his feet. It was then where a recovering Deadshot opted to charge towards the Man of Steel, by which Clark would kindly respond by applying the ease of gentle effort in hurling Catman at his direction. The two men collided with a flying Catman horizontally knocking into Deadshot's abdomen, sending him in a backwards hurl off the stage.