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Superman #11 Teaser
« Thread Started on Jun 27, 2008, 8:56am »

Space

Ceti Alpha Five was a world populated by a people on the threshold of greatness. Tall golden spires stretched out of the endless ocean surface and into the heavens, as if to symbolize the ambition of the people who built them to reach for the future. The sunlight traveled the millions of miles across the void and showered the planet in golden rays that seemed to make the brilliant spires twice as bright, and the waters shine like the surface of the sun they originated from.

Tomorrow would have been a great day for the Gindarians as they would have finally launched their first vessel into the cold void outside of their waterless barrier, if it weren’t for an object the size of a small moon that had mysteriously entered into orbit. At first the Gindarians did not know what to think. Could it be possible that life existed elsewhere? That others could live in an environment totally alien to their world of constant fluid?

Then the object lowered into the atmosphere and the gravimetric forces pulled on the planet, causing violent waves to slam against the spires. From the ship a thousand glowing spheres shot out and plunged beneath the waters. Nearly every piece of machinery stopped working and computer refused to respond to their commands, as a force greater than them seemed to be operating them remotely.

Panic struck the Gindarians and the military unleashed the entirety of the Gindarians’ arsenal, an impressive array of might that alone could have split the planet in half. Hundreds of rockets sped through the water, turbulence swirling in their wake like a tornado until they broke the surface and flew towards the target.

Standing alone, inside the massive ship, was its sole operator. He observed the missiles through an enormous holographic viewer without a single hint of emotion on his metallic face, and his arms crossed behind his back with the casual attitude of a polo observer. The missiles slammed against an impenetrable shield that shimmered upon impact, and just like that the tremendous explosions faded to reveal the object still hovering serine in the sky.

He mentally commanded the hover disc he stood on to shift, and it carried him to a row of computer panels that blinked seemingly random in operation. With another mental command he checked the progress and saw thousands of terabytes of data downloading into another tesseract of space.

{INCOMING COMMUNICATION}

The message flashed across the holographic viewer, sending flashes of red across his green shell. The language was instantly translated, since he had cracked the primitive language within a fraction of a second upon entering the planets atmosphere. Without a concern to the native’s pleas, he ignored the transmission and mentally ceased the alert.

Hour’s later progress reached a hundred percent and the small spheres were recalled from their operation and zipped back into the ship. The ship moved again, creating a gravity surge that shook the planet and toppled nearly every spire that stood, crumbling them into the ocean. As the ship reached space a giant beam of violet energy, approximately six miles in diameter, fired and spanned the miles to the planet below in the blink of an eye.

The watery surface sizzled and steamed as the beam traveled and drilled into the crust and down to the core. It punctured the center of the planet seconds later, creating a cascading effect that sent the entire world into a seizure.

As the moon-sized ship gained speed away from the world, it slowly crumbled and broke apart like a cookie smashed into crumbs under the hand of a cranky child. Tomorrow their world, the Gindarian world, would have stood in representation of their achievements…instead the floating rubble would simply stand to represent their grave.

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