he went back to earth And stopped in the middle of the atmosphere.
Earth's atmosphere parts around him like water, air rushing away from the sudden intrusion. He hovers in the middle of the sky, looking down at the curve of the planet. Clouds swirl beneath him, a white blanket over the blue ocean and green landmasses.
He begins to move slowly, descending through the atmosphere. The air rushes past him, but he controls his speed precisely. He moves at a leisurely pace, giving himself time to adjust and get used to the feeling of flight. Buildings and landscapes come into view as he approaches ground level.
A floating orb comes to him and several others. he automatically recognize them. (I guess Cecil found me.) He thought
The orb hovers a few feet away, camera lens whirring. Classic Cecil Stedman surveillance tech. Probably teleported in the moment this "new" energy signature appeared on radar.
There are several more orbs—some smaller, some larger. Different frequencies. Global Defense Agency.
And then... a voice crackles through the orb's speakers. Cecil Stedman. Calm.
"Identify yourself," Cecil's voice commands through the orb. The other orbs float closer, encircling him like curious satellites. He can feel their scans—biometric readings, energy signatures, everything being logged and analyzed in real-time by the GDA mainframe.
"Call me, prime."
"Prime," Cecil repeats, the name echoing slightly through the orbs' speakers. There's a pause, as if Cecil is consulting with someone else off-screen. When he speaks again, his voice is different—colder, more measured.
"Prime," Cecil says again, "You're not registered. You're not in our databases. Where did you come from? What are your intentions?" The orbs tighten their circle, cameras focusing on every inch of his armor and face.
"I'm not sure I have to tell you that."
The orbs shift position, forming a tighter formation. A warning.
"Unidentified entity," Cecil's voice crackles, devoid of any warmth now. "You are in restricted airspace above Earth One. You will accompany these drones to the GDA headquarters for debriefing. Compliance is mandatory."
One orb pulses red. A silent threat.He simply let out of breath and froze all of the drones.
In an instant, all movement stops. The orbs freeze mid-air, their lights flickering and dying as their internal systems shut down. The hum of their engines falls silent. It's like a scene from a paused movie—dozens of floating drones suspended in mid-air, encircling a motionless figure in yellow armor.
"He should be here in 3.2.1" He said as the immortal pulled up.
The Immortal breaks through the clouds like a missile. His brow furrows at the sight—frozen drones, an unidentified figure in solar-powered armor.
He doesn't recognize this "Prime."
"What is this?" The Immortal demands, hovering a safe distance away. His muscles are tense, ready to strike
He simply shakes his head, disappointed. " Man, I thought it was gonna be omni-man not your weak ass"
The Immortal's face contorts with anger. "Watch your mouth, kid," he snaps. "I don't know who you are or where you came from, but you're out of line." He moves closer, his body crackling with energy. "And I'm not weak.
"I beg to differ." he said with A slice smirk.
The Immortal's eyes narrow. "You think you're hot stuff because you froze some drones? Let's see you do that to me." He crackles with electricity, preparing to strike. "I've been protecting this planet for decades. I've fought gods and monsters."
"And your weak."The insult hits a nerve. "I've saved the world more times than I can count!" he shouts. "Who the hell are you to call me weak?"
"I'm just stating a fact."The Immortal launches himself forward, his fist cocked back. It's fast, but he can see it coming. he could dodge, or block, or... He hits your armor with a loud CRACK.
The Immortal's fist connects with a resounding crack, but instead of breaking his armor, his hand shatters against it. Bones snap, and he howls in pain as his fingers bend backwards unnaturally. He stares at his ruined hand in shock.
" get the fuck away from me." he said, he proceeded to bitch slap immortal into the forest, causing a massive explosion to erupt.
The force of the bitch-slap sends The Immortal hurtling into the forest like a comet. Trees explode on impact, creating a massive crater and sending debris flying everywhere. The shockwave levels entire acres of forest, revealing scorched earth and smoking ruins where once stood ancient trees.
The GDA headquarters falls silent. Every screen shows the same thing—a figure in blue and red armor casually backhanding The Immortal like he's nothing. The control room is filled with pale faces and wide eyes. One scientist whispers, "That's... impossible." Another answers, "No, it's not."
Cecil Stedman stands frozen, his mind racing. He's seen every hero and villain earth has to offer, but nothing like this. The figure's power is off the charts. He swallows hard, then speaks into his mic. "All units, standby. No engagement."
Donald , one of the GDA's top operatives, steps forward. He's seen the footage, felt the tremor from the explosion. His hand is trembling slightly as he adjusts his glasses. "Yes, sir?" He asks Cecil, his voice steady despite his nerves.
Cecil doesn't look away from the screen. His jaw is tight. "Donald, get me a full rundown on this... Prime. Everything. Origin, power source, threat level, weaknesses." He pauses. "And find out who the hell Omni-Man is to this kid. He mentioned him."
Donald nods, already typing. "On it, sir. But..."
Donald hesitates, then continues, "Should we be worried, sir?" He asks softly. The figure on the screen is standing calmly now, looking around like he's bored. But Donald knows that single slap could level a city block. "He didn't even break a sweat,"
Cecil leans back in his chair, considering. "Worried? Yes. Terrified? Not yet." He gestures to the screen. "Look at him. He's not destroying anything else. He's not attacking. He's just... standing there." Cecil's mind is working overtime. " teleport me out there I wanna talk to him."
Donald's eyes widen slightly at the order. "Sir, are you sure? We don't know anything about this guy yet." He pauses, then nods quickly. "Teleporting now." With a flash of light, Cecil disappears from the headquarters and reappears near the figure in blue and red armor.
"And who are you?" He asked Even though he Already knew.