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[Doctor Ozymandias]

“Hello, Reader.”

“Much like humanity, I take both pride and peace in laying my eyes upon a vast ocean of twinkling stars and possibility— of great miracle and wonder alike: inside of a prism of reflection and brilliance that you, reader, may know as the multiverse. For I am— The Watcher: I observe all that transpires here, and I do not, can not, and will not interfere. But not all that I watch is glory and goodness.

For every bolt of tranquility, unfortunately sparks an ember from the depths of turmoil.

An ember, called conflict…

On Genosha, Earth-616C lost.


A blood-fueled massacre left the Mutant population more than halved. Days later, a mutant— no— a force known as Magneto decided to take matters into his own hands. Born beneath the boot of men with power, and damned to forever tear at those laces, this Magneto of Earth 616C had finally come to a solution to men with power— to take it from all.

Every coast was devastated. Powerless. The only lights that burned for days were fires from crashed planes… and the lights of the heroes that remained.

They shined.


They helped, they fought, and they mourned.

But, they restored.

Yet still, conflict brews, and as does the aftermath. A man known as General Ross has managed to put his hateful energy into more than just one man— but an entire nation:

For General Ross… has been elected President of The United States.

Hate grows. As does distrust..

Come into the eye of the universe where war is always on the brink of beginning…


Or into one…where it already has.”


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[Doctor Ozymandias]

Washington, D.C.

Capitol Hill

6:30 am

Steve Rogers was accustomed to waking up early. He was always an early riser, even in the days before the ice, before the Serum, before the war. These days, however, he was up early simply because he barely slept the night before. There was simply too much on the Captain’s mind.

The nation he loved and swore to protect was set to tear itself apart. Since Magneto’s devastating attack on the world, anti-mutant sentiment was on the rise. Hatred stewed and boiled as fear crept across the nation like the chill of a winter storm.

Anti-hero sentiment was on the rise as well. The use of superpowers and abilities beyond those not mortal man were being viewed as dangerous and volatile. On top of mutant registration, the call for superhuman registration in general was getting louder. It was becoming harder and harder to ignore.

The Avengers were no more. All their egos under one roof, and he couldn’t keep them in check. The Thunder God found us petty. The Iron Man, too vain to accept his faults. The Hulk saw himself as too dangerous. One by one, Avenger after Avenger left. And he himself, too blinded by the mission to see it happening under his watch.

Steve rubbed his eyes and made his way to the bathroom of the hotel the government had put him up in. It was lavish compared to his humble apartment in New York. He knew everything was optics. Put Captain America in a cushy hotel, make him seem pampered and out of touch. But Rogers wasn’t Stark. He cared little for optics. He was about *actions*. He looked into the mirror of the bathroom, splashing water on his face. He was to stare down his greatest foe this morning: Congress.

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[Doctor Ozymandias]

EARTH’S ORBIT— PRESENT DAY.


Tul-Bor slid the last vial of plasma into the four-pronged centrifuge. The machine arm calibrated smoothly, vials drew in and it began a slow rotation in the center of the console table. He silently reveled in the yin-yang satisfaction of science and machinery, then folded his arms behind him and stepped back to peer through a towering observatory window; out into the abysmal, light-dotted depths of space. Then, he lifted a finger and tapped the air. On cue, hexagonal plates of the display glass shifted like 3D models and rapidly re-dressed the window in an alternate view of the space ship’s rear, and a look upon the planet named:

Earth.

Doctor Tul-Bor of the Kree Empire gazed upon the fleeting image of the planet Earth. From there, he could see its rotten core; a bustling orb of mud and birth-grime. Yet, one somehow that bore something else besides its madness and guilt. The seeds in that core were sweet—and by Kree-Lar— it could surely fill his three stomachs far better than any sustenance. For it also bore the fruits of science — of potential; and none other than Tul-Bor would bear the basket. He smiled to himself. His brow quivered beneath the weight of that and the ghost-echoes of praises-to-be from the Science Council:

‘Oh, Tul-Bor. Truly one of your best expeditions.’
‘Oh. Tul-Bor. How did you manage this?’
‘Oh, Tul-Bor!’

“Doctor Tul-Bor.” The voice was real.

Doctor Tul-Bor turned.

“Yes?”

“It is by law of logic that we meticulously check inventory, starting with case files of expedition samples.” the female Kree scientist at the center-interface said. The lights above the workspacd reflected off of her clean-shaven head.

“Of course.” Tul-Bor’s nostrils flared as he inhaled, “I simply thought it—“

“It should be noted that the specimens captured do have allies— and Supreme Leadership has still classified this as a stealth mission to avoid issues of the diplomatic nature. Shall we begin?”

“Very well.” Tul-Bor cleared his voice and smoothed his form, ironing his frustration in.

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[Doctor Ozymandias]

``MEANWHILE, IN THE DEPTHS OF SPACE…``

The former herald of Galactus approached the edge of the shore. On the rugged edges of a crimson, swirling nebula, on the very edge of his board, Norrin Radd sat a respectable distance away from what was an entire solar system being born. He felt the weighty romance of gravity some hundred thousand feet out in the distance, and watched moonrock and star-matter alike all fall victim to its influence.

That is when; a belt of astroids caught the Silver Surfer off guard — and into its jaws. The cosmic winds shook him in the slightest, but it took only a second for him to gather the ability to stand on his board again.

A transparent force-field of cosmic energy orbed around him, pulsing its body out like that of a bubble. It smoothly objected rocks, floating them away from him just softly enough so that he could still closely observe the matter.

The Silver Surfer put his arm in the roaring current of the asteroid belt, just to feel the vibrations of its beating life against his body. It was a heartbeat.

One of a new solar system..*

By the glories of Zenn-La; the very fact that I can witness this is truly a blessing. I wish that there was someone other than Galactus to directly thank— at least, for marvels such as this!

Perhaps, there is— and one day, I will find them.

The Silver Surfer put a flat palm against the wall of rocks moving at rapid speeds, and when his silver skin touched it, they parted in a space perfect for him.

On his board, the Silver Surfer departs onward.