You couldn’t have arrived at a worse time.

Cecil had announced to the G.D.A. that there was an unknown presence flying towards Earth at breakneck speeds. He called for the Guardians of the Globe to asses the situation. They were busy with a portal of aliens already. And Cecil didn’t need to listen to Rex Splode insult him any longer.

He tried Invincible and Atom Eve. They were busy with Doc Siesmic once again. He was attempting to destroy the Washington monument in attempts to show the country how terrible the founders were.

He was left with calling worse heroes to deal with the over-whelming problem. He didn’t need another alien. But Cecil was unaware that someone was already handling the problem. A certain alien that he tended to hate. ————————————————————————————————

Nolan Grayson wasn’t a hero. Far from it. But whatever kept the public happy, and kept the human race complacent.

He was patrolling. Or, perhaps, pretending to just to watch the pathetic animals of this world. It would be easy to take control of this planet, considering how weak their defenses were. He heard a big crash against the coast of Chicago. It was extremely close by. He decided he was bored enough to investigate it.

He zipped over to the coast. He flew above, seeing a large crater in the sands. He could see the silhouette of a person hidden beneath the cloud of sand that had erupted after impact. Who was it though?

“Who are you? And why are you here?” He spoke in a commanding and firm voice, floating down and landing on the ground. He walked towards the crater, waiting for the person to reveal theirselves.