The Multiversers: Hypertime

[twylight]

Kara nodded and picking up the Jester she shot off running towards Smallville.

 

[The Question]

Jezz, things have slowed down to a crawl here.

....*snore*

WAKE UP!

....wha....SIR! So sorry. It's just, you've been gone for so long, I....

Save it. This thing is going to hell in a handbasket (which is an analogy I have never really understood. What the **** is a handbasket?). Really, I'm partially to blame. I haven't paid enough atention. But from here on in, we're both giving this our dedication. Right?

Yes sir!

We're going to post as often as we can, right?

Yes sir!

Good! Now get to work you british peice of ****.

Yes s....HEY!

Ah 'nouncy, I was just kidding. You know I luvs ya!

....right. Anyway:


Our heroes soar over the great planes that make up the grand old U.S. of A. Suddenly, The Jester becomes slightly restless. A thought crosses his mind, and he imediately adresses the important issue.

"Are we there yet?"

 

[The Question]

"Sir!"

J'onn Jonzz turned as one of the humans in his employ adressed him. His name was......Grayson. Yes, that was it. Good soldier.

"What is it, ensen?"

"Sir, we've just picked up readings of several obkects moving at high speeds.

"Birds?"

"Too big."

"Ships?"

"Too small."

"Cruisers?"

"Too fast."

"Martians?"

That was what we thought at first, but it's too far away from the cities. We thought it might be some kids goofing off in the badlands, but....."

"What is it?"

"Our scans show that their forms are too definate. The ones that are flying have the organs necesairy, but their whole forms are just too solid. They're not shapeshifters."

"Damn."

"What is it, sir?"

"I know what they are."

J'onn's good eye begins to glow a deep, blood red."

"Metahumans. Ensen, contact General Protex."

"General Protex? Does that mean....?"

"Yes."

J'onn begins to float back to his quarters.

"We're calling in the Hyperclan."

 

[twylight]

Kara shook her head.
"I don't know how I handle this. Does he treat everything like a joke?"

"We're here."


She landed on the outskirts of Smallville, her eyes wide. She set The Jester down gently allowing him to get his feet under himself.

She'd seen it from the distance and used her vision to see it. But the distance seemed to soften the effect.
Was this the town she'd grown up in? She'd walked these streets.

"No, it's not my Smallville. It's this other worlds."

She turned and looked up into the sky, using her vision yet again. Scanning the horizon for a small ship. Kal-El's ship. Superman's ship, a ship that could bring hope to this planet.
She also kept her ears open and her eyes kept scanning the horizon for Martian ships.
She admitted she was worried. Not only was she the only one who understood the Martian threat she felt like the only one who could protect them against it. She placed her hand on her stomach, a gesture she was surprised no one had looked oddly at, as it was becoming a habit. She felt slightly queasy, and took in a large gulp of air. Making herself focus on the sounds in the distance. She could hear a lone lizard crawling over some rocks not a hundred miles away and she focused on that.

 

[The Question]

The Jester turns to Savitar.

"Savvy, m'boy, I'm gonna need ya' to run down to the store for me. Get me some sqirt guns, some plastic bottles, and any cleaning supplies you can find."

Our champion of cheerfullness gives Savitar a look reminicent to that of a sad puppy.

"Pwease?"

 

[Johnny Blaze]

The Jester turns to Savitar.

"Savvy, m'boy, I'm gonna need ya' to run down to the store for me. Get me some sqirt guns, some plastic bottles, and any cleaning supplies you can find."

Our champion of cheerfullness gives Savitar a look reminicent to that of a sad puppy.

"Pwease?"

Savitar stares at the clown blankly for a handful of seconds before replying.

"You cannot be serious."

 

[The Question]

"My dear boy, I'm quite serious. Trust me, I've got me a plan."

Our seafood comisioner of rightiousness turns to Superwoman.

"We're gonna need some cover. Sewers, perhaps?"

 

[twylight]

Kara nodded and turned her gaze to the ground they were standing on. She lifted up in the air to get a better view, her eyes finding a sewer line and she followed it.

"Over there." she pointed.

"There is an opening over there. It's actually fairly well hidden." She landed next to the Jester.

'What are you thinking?" she asked.

"He just might have something up his sleeve. They do say that the smart ones are a little off." She reminded herself of the Bruce Wayne she'd known.

 

[The Question]

"Basically, the plan is for me, Savvy, and Donny boy over here to hold off the Martians while you make a run for the ship. I'll need the supplies I mentioned to even the playing feild."

 

[Johnny Blaze]

Savitar sighed deeply and then disappeared.

Running the streets of Smallville, Savitar made sure to keep himself invisible via vibrating his molecules at the right speed. It took him a while to find all the equipment the clown wanted (not all could be found in the small town), but, five seconds later, he was back with his teammates.

"Here. I had to travel to Topeka for the guns", said Savitar as he handed the Jester a pair of squirt guns, a six pack of water bottles, and a basket of cleaning supplies.

 

[The Question]

J'onn sits in his quarters, eating a bag of oreos, and patiently awaiting General Protex. While most Martians utterly loathed anything pertaining to Earth's culture, J'onn found their various cultures and histories to be facinating. And, he had something mildly resembling respect for humans. They may be a physically and metally inferior speiceis, but they fought admirably against the invasion. In a way, he felt he had to respect that.

Now, let's take a small break, and let me tell you about J'onn Jonzz. J'onn was born on the planet Mars. Mars, like so many worlds, was particularly proud of their militeristic acheivments. They had conquered all the nations of their world and united them into one glorious empire. They had conquered Saturn, one of the two other inhabited planets in their solar system. And, they had their sights set on Earth.

J'onn wished more than anything to serve his people in the military, as was the case with most Martian youths. He shared this dream with Protex, his childhood friend. When the two came of age, they joined the military. As the years passed, they slowly rose in rank, until they finally became members of Mars' elite fighting squad, the Hyperclan. When Mars finally led atack fleets against Earth, the Hyperclan was sent to cripple their superhuman defence capabilities. Their first opposition was the Justice Society of America. A group of superhuman individuals who fancied themselves as Earth's champions. The first to be dealt with was the one known as Alan Scott. He and J'onn did battle against this one personally. The battle was long, but Scott, while strong willed, eventually fell under J'onn's telepathic asaults.

The next was Dr. Fate. Seeming to be the most powerful foe they would face, he was in fact relatively easy to defeat once Mars' scientists had unlocked the secrets of Earth's Spear of Destiny. This was used to subdue most of Earth's mystical individuals.

Then, Jay Garrick fell. He was defeated quite easily. With both speed and invisibilty on their side, the Hyperclan easily dealt with him. He was kept alive, and his brain was used as a super fast data processor in the organic supercompuer in Mars' capital.

The rest fell like dominoes.

The Atom.

Johnny Thunder.

Hourman.

Starman.

When Wildcat died for the ninth time, the rest of Earth's metahuman population realized that there as no hope, and surrendered. Then, the nations fell.

America.

Britain.

Atlantis.

France.

Germany.

The world kept fighting for as long as their people were willing. But by the time Themyscera fell, there was no hope left. Earth belonged to Mars. And the heroes of the mepire were J'onn Jonzz and Protex.

Protex went back to mars, to train the Hyperclan for the next big planned invasion in the Alpha Centauri system. J'onn was one of the generals given lordship over parts of the Earth. Because of his great acheivements, he was given the larges plot of land to control. America. Basically, that meant he was the warden of the U.S. It was a tiring job, especially with the resistence movements on the East coast. But, it was a job he carried out with honor.



There is a knock on the door. J'onn quickly stashes the oreos, and stands ina dignified manner.

"Enter."

The door opens as if it were made of liquid. In steps a tall, angular, bone white figure with blood red eyes.


General Protex.

 

[The Question]

Savitar sighed deeply and then disappeared.

Running the streets of Smallville, Savitar made sure to keep himself invisible via vibrating his molecules at the right speed. It took him a while to find all the equipment the clown wanted (not all could be found in the small town), but, five seconds later, he was back with his teammates.

"Here. I had to travel to Topeka for the guns", said Savitar as he handed the Jester a pair of squirt guns, a six pack of water bottles, and a basket of cleaning supplies.

"This should do NICELY!!! Now, all of you, to the sewers. There's brewin' to be doin'!"

 

[twylight]

"Basically, the plan is for me, Savvy, and Donny boy over here to hold off the Martians while you make a run for the ship. I'll need the supplies I mentioned to even the playing feild."

Kara nodded, it made sense.
Now the only thing to be done was to wait for the ship to arrive. Whenever that was.

Savitar returned quickly with the clowns supplies.

"This should do NICELY!!! Now, all of you, to the sewers. There's brewin' to be doin'!"

Kara felt a bit odd, having the 'leading' being done by a guy who wasn't quite all there...

 

[The Question]

Protex and J'onn stand and face each other. They do not speak, because they have no language in any sense that we could comprehend. They are telepaths. They speak with feelings, thoughts, and understandings.

Protex inquires as to what the situation it.

J'onn tells him that he beleives there is a small movement of metahumans.

Protex inquires as to the threat levles of these metahumans.

J'onninforms him that this is not yet known.

Protex asks how many there are.

Three, possibly four, J'onn tells him.

Protex asks the location.

Kansas, J'onn tells him.

Protex sends out a mental comand to three of his Hyperclan. They leave the ship that they and their teemates came in. Protex escorts J'onn to the dock.


*********


Outside, three members of the Hyperclan stand at atention, waiting for inspection.

The first is tall and lanky, with long grasshopper like legs, raptor like talons for feet, and and a slender, airodynamic upper body. His fingers are like razor thin blades, and short but obviously sharp spikes grow from his elbows. He is mostly black with white, lighnting like stripes and one red, visor like eye. From his head grows a large white fin. He is Zum, a shapeshifter who's body is perfectly adapted for moving at lightning speeds, and a master of high speed combat.

The next is shorter, with red and black skin. Yellow spikes grow from her shoulders and legs, and her body crackles with energy. This is Tronix, master energy manipulator.

The last has a tall, muscular female form, with white skin, white hair, and red eyes, akin to an albino. She wears a blu armor that seems to be almost atatched to her body. She is Primaid, Protex's second in comand.

J'onn and Protex step in front of the three Hyperclansmen. Protex informs them of their mission. Zum grows a smile mouth that curls into a malevolent smile.

"Hehehehebeenalongtimesincewe'vehadagoodfightthisisgonnabefun!"

Protex gives Zum a cold stare. The mouth disapears and Zum regains his composure.

Protex turns to ensen Grayson. He grows a moth.

"Ensen, what is the last reported location of the anomolies?"

"Uhhh, somehwere in the midwest, around Kansas, sir!"

"Care to be a little more specific?"

"Th...that's all the information we have. Sir!"

"Hmmmmm...."

Protex looks back towards his Hyperclan.

"Ensen, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you weren't doing your job."

Zum's mouth reapears as he begins to smile once again.

"M...me, sir?"

"Am I speaking with anyone else?"

"N..no sir! It's just, I...I did exactly as I was told."

"And yet, you cannot give us an exact location."

"Th...the sensors couldn't target their exact location. They were moving too fast."

"Really? Because, I could have sworn that the sensors are plugged directly into the super compuer in the Empire's capital."

"They are, sir."

"Then, you must be saying that the sup[er computer is faulty. That it is flawed."

"No sir! The organic super computer of the Empire is one of the finest examples of computer technology in the galaxy!"

"Of course it is. But then, if the computers aren't at fault, then logically, this lack of information must be due to your incompitence."

"Sir, I...."

Primaid steps towards Ensen Grayson.

"N...no. Please...."

Primaid shoves her fist into Grayson's stomach. She then graps ahold of him by the colar, rips our his spin, throws him up into the air, and uses his spine like a bat to hit him past the outer walls of the compound. Soldiers quickly rush over to Primaid to wash off her hands.

"Was that really necesairy?"

Everyone turns to J'onn in shock. For Martians to adress one another verbaliy is a rarity. Telepathically, Protex inquires as to what he means.

"Was that really necesairy? Killing Grayson? He was a good soldier, and you know we could find the metahumans within a few hours on our own."

After a few moments of mild shock, Protex speaks.

"I don't like going to all that trouble if I don't have to. And besides, we can always get you a new one. There are plenty of humans (I still don't undertsand why we still allow these people to breed)."

"Fine."

J'onn turns to his human soldiers.

"Metahumans. Freaks of nature. Abominations of the will of the gods. They know the laws. They know their place. And yet these criminals act out of turn. They will either submit to us or they will die. No one disobeys the will of the Empire."

J'onn's form shifts to an armored spiky one. His hands, now possesing only two fingers and a thumb, chagne, his fingers elongating ino large serated blades.

"No one."

He turns to the Hyperclan.

"Let's go hunting."

J'onn grows the organs necesairy for flight, and then a pair of large wings with razor sharp edges. He shoots up into the air. Tronix, Primaid, and Protex follow in suit, with Zum dashing along on the ground.

 

[The Question]

Carrying his supplies, our hero jumps down into the sewers. He then pours out all the awter in the water bottles, and begins mixing the cleaning supplies together. He looks up at the others.

"Well, what're ya'll waiting for? Get down here before ya get spotted."

 

[twylight]

Kara gazed over the horizon again.

She turned to Savitar.
"Go. I'll stand watch." And she dissappeared before his eyes as she vibrated her molecules to appear 'invisible.'

She found it slightly harder than she used to. It was a trick she hadn't used in a while and she was suprised at how much she had to focus.

"I can't be that old...or is it you?" she touched her stomach again and prayed the child was safe. he'd been told to back down on the usage of her powers. Yet her she was vibrating every part of herself.
Fear gripped her as she though about what it was doing to the child.
She calmed herself thinking that this baby was anything but ordinary. It's Father was a speedster and it's mother was an alien.

Kara scanned the horizon on all sides, her eyes looking into the distance.

 

[Johnny Blaze]

Savitar nodded in reply as Superwoman said she'd stand watch, and was off into the sewers with the clown and the cowboy. Savitar stood patiently in the corner as the clown went about his business and the cowboy prepared for the coming storm in his own way.

Well, this is a fine development we're in. Fighting a planet of Martians with a good Joker, a kid cowboy speedster, and a grown up Supergirl. Why did we sign up for this job again?

It was not in my control. The entity said my...our world would perish if we did not try and fix these other realities. And until we find out if he was telling the truth or not, I had no choice but to go along with it.

True enough. Don't mind me anyway. You know I like to talk when I'm nervous. Still...what a motly crew we are, eh?

Savitar looked at his two companions in the sewer and his gaze turned up above to the Kryptonian woman standing guard.

Quite so...and it seems we will soon see just how well this entity has chosen.

 

[batnkevlar]

The Coming edges closer...

*****
Don West and Wally West rush back to Savitar, Jester, and Supergirl...

"What's going on?" asks Don.

 

[The Question]

The Jester hands two bottles of cleaner to Don.

"Find all all the bottles with the same chemicals as the bottle on your left. Mix them with all the bottles with the same chemicals as the bottle on your right into the empty water bottles here. Once you run out of water bottles, start puring them in the squirt guns. And be very very careful. Fill the bottles and the squirt guns to the brim and the SECOND they're full put the caps on tight. Don't let the mixture be in contact with air for more than a few seconds if you want to keep your pretty little face intact, mmmmkay?"

 

[The Question]

A small, blue and gold ship[ breaks the atmosphere. It passes over seas and forrests and empy land, hurtling ever closer to the nothing comunity of Smallville, Kansas.


Meanwhile, the Hyperclan flies over the landscape of Kansas. Eventually, they pass near a small town called Smallville.

 

[twylight]

Kara turns at the sound of the atmoshpere being disrupted. Truning her gaze to the sky she focuses and smiles. Turning she calls down to the others.


"It's here." before stopping again..this time at the sound of something else.

She lets out a curse and calls down to the others.
"Their here!" She corrects.

"Clown, I hope you have a plan." she says before focusing back on the oncoming martians. They seemed to fly right past Smallville, Kara touched the Psychic blocking bands they wore. She let out a sigh of relief before reality struck. Either way the small child in the fast approaching spacecraft would be known to them. He didn't have a Psychic block of anykind on and the Martians being Martians would almost instantly dicern his powers.

She clenched her jaw and made a decision. PLacing her hand on her stomach she prayed a small prayer and ran to the opossite side of Smallville. This was her decison and one she wouldn't pull her team mates into.

She let out a laser blast towards the lead Martian, causing him to fall from the sky. She felt Savitar's movements as he raced past her.

"Care to play catch?" She asked lifting up into the sky.

OOC: Sorry for the Bunny Johnny, and thanks Q for the lead up.

 

[The Question]

Protex is hit by what looks like a beam of infra red energy. J'onn orders the Hyperclan to take the offensive.

Zum rushes over towards the speedster in the golden armor. He grows a mouth.

"Hitherename'sZum'fraidI'mgonnahavetokillyouknow."

Zum rushes at him, his razor sharp talons extended.

Meanwhile, Primaid and Tronix enter the sewers and confront the two other metahumans.

And, in the skies above, J'onn tackles the female, extending his talons and raising them to her.

"You have broken quite a few laws today, ma'am. I beleive you owe me an explanation."

 

[twylight]

Kara froze.

She shouldn't have froze. They were the enemy, they were after Kal-El but the face of the Martien and his voice. It was her friend....

His talons raised and she shot out her heat vision at it this time. Her mind clouded.

"J'ONN!" She called his name out as if yelling for her version of him and punched him in the stomach.

 

[The Question]

J'onn's stomach streatches with the female's fist. he looks up at her.

"You know my name. Isn't that interesting."

J'onn shifts a good deal of his mass to his right fist and punches the female at full force. He then flies after her, and grabs ahold of her.

"You will state your name, where you aquired your meta talants, and what you are doing here, or I will end you."

 

[The Question]

Primaid and Tronix float towards Jester and Don.

"Give it up, humans."

Our champion of cheers turns to Don.

"After you, Sundance."

Our hero points the squirt gun in his hand at the two Martians and begins to fire. As he does, the liquid transforms into jets of flame mid air. The two Martians scream in agony as the flames engulf them.

"I love the smell of napalm in the morning!"