Earth-DCX
02-02-2007, 08:46
The multiverse, a many-layered structure too complex for even most gods to imagine, stretches out into the far reaches of infinity.
An infinite number of universes make up the bulk of the multiverse, each universe made up millions of dimensions, packed in together so close you can't see them. Some of these dimensions are barely the size of peas, some like planets, others accomodating trillions of galaxies.
In one universe very similar to many, many others, one such dimension, known to most people who knew of it as Apokolips, was wrapped around a small blue planet. The inhabitants of this planet called it Earth. It was very, very similar to the multitide of other planets in other universes with the same name. But, as always, this one was different.
Apokolips and Earth co-existed at this time, ocupying the same space in a very confusing way.
Seven figures stood between this limbo state and total bondage of the two worlds. To anyone watching them would not appear to be doing anything in particular, but thy were actually xpending huge amounts of chemical, electrical, kinetic, and magical energy keeping Earth and Apokolips apart. They stood stock still for hours and hours, engaged in fierce mental battle with a goldlike entity.
At last, with a mighty transdimensional wrench, the two worlds were pulled apart. Earth ripped itself away from Apokolips and the huge amount of energy that the seven figures were directing was unleshed. It scythed across the city of Metropolis, flattening buildings. But Apokolips bore the brunt of the assault.
The dimension was decimated, but the enrgy plunged on, ripping through the fabric of space-time itself. What it opened was not a black hole, but something far more powerful. Earth was unable to resist its pull.
The planet flashed through several universes, carried on a wave of pure quantum. At last, it came to rest, thundering like a giant pool ball into a sinkhole.
That sinkhole was in the orbit of a small yellow sun, very similar to its own. But it was in a very different place.
Seven figures picked themselves up, pulling themselves out of piles of rubble.
"It it over?" whispered a tall, dark-haired man, his red cape shredded to tatters.
A shorter figure in the shattered remnants of black armour leaned against him for support. "It's over," he gasped "Apokolips is destroyed. Darkseid is dead."
A humanoid creature covered in green fur knuckled its way to the top of a mound of smashed stone and twisted metal and sniffed the air a few times.
"Wrrrong," it growled.
The others stared at the green things before a pale, raven-haired woman in what was once a black cloak spoke up.
"Garfield is right," she said "We are not back home. We have been transported somewhere else."
"I don't understand," said the red-caped man "This is Earth, isn't it?"
"Look at the stars."
The new voice was a smooth, dulcet one that came from a tall, athletic woman with flowing blonde hair, her golden breastplate reduced to shards of useless metal.
As one, the seven looked up at the night sky. The stars were wrong.
"This is Earth," she said "But where is that?"
An infinite number of universes make up the bulk of the multiverse, each universe made up millions of dimensions, packed in together so close you can't see them. Some of these dimensions are barely the size of peas, some like planets, others accomodating trillions of galaxies.
In one universe very similar to many, many others, one such dimension, known to most people who knew of it as Apokolips, was wrapped around a small blue planet. The inhabitants of this planet called it Earth. It was very, very similar to the multitide of other planets in other universes with the same name. But, as always, this one was different.
Apokolips and Earth co-existed at this time, ocupying the same space in a very confusing way.
Seven figures stood between this limbo state and total bondage of the two worlds. To anyone watching them would not appear to be doing anything in particular, but thy were actually xpending huge amounts of chemical, electrical, kinetic, and magical energy keeping Earth and Apokolips apart. They stood stock still for hours and hours, engaged in fierce mental battle with a goldlike entity.
At last, with a mighty transdimensional wrench, the two worlds were pulled apart. Earth ripped itself away from Apokolips and the huge amount of energy that the seven figures were directing was unleshed. It scythed across the city of Metropolis, flattening buildings. But Apokolips bore the brunt of the assault.
The dimension was decimated, but the enrgy plunged on, ripping through the fabric of space-time itself. What it opened was not a black hole, but something far more powerful. Earth was unable to resist its pull.
The planet flashed through several universes, carried on a wave of pure quantum. At last, it came to rest, thundering like a giant pool ball into a sinkhole.
That sinkhole was in the orbit of a small yellow sun, very similar to its own. But it was in a very different place.
Seven figures picked themselves up, pulling themselves out of piles of rubble.
"It it over?" whispered a tall, dark-haired man, his red cape shredded to tatters.
A shorter figure in the shattered remnants of black armour leaned against him for support. "It's over," he gasped "Apokolips is destroyed. Darkseid is dead."
A humanoid creature covered in green fur knuckled its way to the top of a mound of smashed stone and twisted metal and sniffed the air a few times.
"Wrrrong," it growled.
The others stared at the green things before a pale, raven-haired woman in what was once a black cloak spoke up.
"Garfield is right," she said "We are not back home. We have been transported somewhere else."
"I don't understand," said the red-caped man "This is Earth, isn't it?"
"Look at the stars."
The new voice was a smooth, dulcet one that came from a tall, athletic woman with flowing blonde hair, her golden breastplate reduced to shards of useless metal.
As one, the seven looked up at the night sky. The stars were wrong.
"This is Earth," she said "But where is that?"