Location: Champions Island, that morning…
The sun’s light beamed down from the heavens upon the beautiful city of Champions Island, it’s warm comforting light reaching to every inch of the island, casting away any form of darkness into the deepest corners of the city of heroes. Since the formation of the team, its members have faced grave threats, from an alien invasion that threaten theirs and all Earth’s very freedom, to government conspiracies and the wrath of the gods, and a hunt for mythical dragons which lead the team into an icy abyss with some of the world’s most demonic forces. But even through all those trails and challenges, the Champions of Peace prevailed. And now, with the world seemingly at peace the mighty heroes have now been given the opportunity to enjoy this rare time of tranquility; but as for one Champion, his world was anything but at peace…
“Lights: On.” A shallow voice spoke as a low beam of light suddenly flashed within the dark meeting room of Champions Tower, the light bouncing off the steal table which sat in the center of the room, casting the shadows into the far corners. A smaller beam of light cast itself upon one of the empty chairs; following with next chair as one by one the lights came on from above, circling each empty chair counterclockwise until finally reaching the last chair. As the light flashed on, a uniform coated in the bright colors of red, white, and blue appeared from within the darkness. “Computer: On.” The same shallow voice spoke once more as from the center of the table, a beam of light shot up towards the ceiling, creating a wall of several holographic screens; each containing different information on each and every member of the team, past or present.
For a moment the young hero’s emerald eyes began to skim through each member’s files as they passed by. “Computer, search: Dodd, Jason. Codename: Eclipse.” Within seconds, all of the tiny screens were absorbed back into the center of the table as they began to form a much larger image. Leaning back in his chair, his soulless eyes were now staring at a life-size hologram of the Champions former leader and Charles’ closes friend as it slowly spun in place. Hovering just in front of the model, little bits of information were floating just above the model’s knee caps. The system cataloged all information of each member that had been gathered, but was now only displaying some of the more basic info such as Eclipse’s name, age, height, weight, eye color, and so forth.
But out of all that information, the Star-Spangled Hero’s eyes looked upon one bit of information that glowed before him; he’d lost count of how many times he read those words over and over in his mind, literally spending minutes doing so as if those were words would change his life. But the truth of the matter was, it wasn’t what he read that would change his life. [Eclipse Status: Active], letting out a deep sign, his lips slowly parted, “Status, change: Deceased.”No, it was the words he was forced to change them to that forever changed his life. He watched as the computer changed the status, erasing the old one and replacing it with the new. Picking himself up out of the chair, his head hung low as he couldn’t find the strength to look at the image of his best friend any longer, “Computer. Lights: Off.” And in the blink of an eye, the young hero was consumed by the darkness around him.
Making his way down the hallway, the windows looked down at the beautiful city below, the suns light glimmering through the glass. It had a few months since Eclipse’s death, and even now only a few people knew the exact details of his death. As far as everyone knew, Jason died like he would have wanted…a hero. But as for a select few, no one would every truly know what role Charles had played in the death of one of this generations greatest heroes, nor would they ever understand the grief he would forever have to carry. But for today, none of that would matter, for today would be a day no one would ever forget.
It came without any warning; its very size sent fear down his spine as its mighty waves crashed through the city, destroying everything in its path as it over took the whole island. It was unthinkable, unimaginable, incomprehensible; but most terrifying of all…it was unstoppable. For out of all the powers on earth, out of the smartest and brightest men and women, with the greatest heroes assembled to defend this world, no one could have imagined it would be the very world that would send the hardest blow.
His eyes flickered open as they stared up into the smoke filled skies; clouds swirled above blocking out the very light of the sun. Lifting himself to were his upper torso was now face-up, he could not imagine what his eyes were seeing. Buildings destroyed, offices now in ruins, and streets flooded with debris; Champion City was gone. Picking up his tattered and battered body up, his suit was torn and ripped, blood trickled down his forehead leaving a streak of crimson red across his face, and along with a few broken bones; but considering he was now on the rooftop of a building three blocks away from where he was just mere seconds ago, it could have been a lot worse.
Standing at the edge of the half destroyed building, his eyes peered out upon what was once the home of the world’s greatest superhero team. Hundreds of people were now dead, dozens of heroes were on the island, and no way to contact the outside world for assistance or support; he was on his own. Pulling out his undamaged communicator he pressed the button on the side, hearing the static which told him it was still functional, the young Champion of Peace did the only thing he could think of.
“I don't know who is listening to this or if anyone can even hear me, but if you are listening please hear my cry. Your city, your very home has been destroyed. Hundreds of lives have been wiped out in a matter of seconds while hundreds of others still hang in the balance. We have no one to contact for help and we have no idea how extensive the damage truly is…but from where I stand, minutes ago I could see a city of angels yet now all I see is nothing but utter ruins. So to all my fellow heroes, to my brothers and sisters-in-arms who are able to help, to simple anyone who can hear the sound of my voice, there is really only one thing I can truly say in a time like this and I pray that each and every one of you will heed it...”Lowering the communicator away from his mouth, with bolts of pain flowing through every vain in his body, War Killer lifted his father’s mighty shield into the air and with one powerful voice he sounded the call, “CHAMPIONS UNITE!”