Vision Comics: When Worlds Collide

[RookieBatman]

Hey everyone here at HCRealms. Vision Comics is a fanfiction universe I've created (with some help). It sets a new spin on the Golden Age DC and Marvel Universes. This is the first issue of the intro story. "When Worlds Collide," I think, may be a pretty common title, but I chose it because of the story's resemblance to Jules Verne's classic novel of the same name.
The lead-off story is shared between two titles, Marvel Comics and Action Comics. After that, the adventures in the Vision Comics universe are covered in eight different titles: Marvel Comics, Action Comics, JSA, Invaders, Batman, Captain America, Marvel Mystery Comics and More Fun Comics (starring the Spectre for the first six issues).
I've written the first three issues of each of these titles, and I'm hoping to put them on a website soon, and do a more ordered "professional" system of one issue a month, etc. But until I can, I decided to put at least the intro story here and see what this fine online community thought of them.
Now I KNOW you're all just drooling in anticipation, ;) but I have to say one more thing. Vision Comics wasn't made by myself alone. I had a lot of help from another writer (his penname is "Jakazul") who actually had the original idea to do a Golden Age universe. He also wrote the two issues of Action Comics: When Worlds Collide. So hats off to him, and now, on to the story!

[RookieBatman]

MARVEL COMICS
WHEN WORLDS COLLIDE
#1: On Golden World
By Rick Michaels

Captain America crashed through the door that stood between him and the Red Skull’s inner sanctum. He stopped as he saw the Red Skull a few yards away from him, across the room. The fatigue of the fight was starting to get to him, but he still had a lot left to give.

“So, we meet again,” the Red Skull said, with the voice of one not at all afraid.

“It’s over, Skull,” Captain America said, gripping his shield more tightly. “Look around you; Germany, all of Europe, the world, is done fighting this war. The enemies of freedom and right have been defeated, and so have you. But you’re still trying to fight World War Two. It ended a year ago; when will you realize there’s nothing left to win? You can’t win, Skull.”

“Maybe, and maybe not. But at least I can kill you.” The Red Skull snapped his fingers, and out of sliding panels in the wall, ten armed Nazi soldiers emerged, leveling their rifles at Captain America.

“Now it is my turn to say, ‘You can’t win,’” The Red Skull uttered smugly.

“Maybe, and maybe not,” Cap said, readying himself for action. “But I’ll sure give it a try!” Cap leapt toward the soldiers, his shield in front of him, protecting him from the hail of bullets that issued forth. Cap landed in front of the soldiers, kicking one and knocking another out with a powerful swing of his shield. One Nazi came up behind him, and tried to club Cap with his rifle, but Cap turned quickly and blocked it with his arm, while still blocking incoming fire with his shield.

Cap lowered his shield slightly, letting the straps fall from his arm, and grabbed the edge of the shield. With a mighty heave, Captain America threw it, sending it flying forward like a powerful triangular Frisbee, knocking down three more of the enemy soldiers. He charged forward, knocking another enemy down on his way to retrieving the shield. He picked it up, not even breaking stride, and quickly brought down the last three soldiers.

But in the thick of battle, Cap had forgotten about his arch-foe, the Red Skull. Even as his arm returned to his side, the Skull was closing in behind him with a knife, ready to strike.

“Cap, look out!” Bucky, Cap’s sidekick, shouted, as he jumped toward the Red Skull from an unseen observation post. He had been waiting for a moment such as this, and he arrived at just the right time. Cap turned at the sound of Bucky’s warning, but Bucky was already in action. He kicked the Red Skull in the shin, and then deftly took the knife from his hand. Cap finished him easily with a right hook.

“Good work, Chum,” Cap said, as he took a deep, labored breath. Bucky saw the reason for it.

“Cap, you’re wounded,” Bucky said fearfully as he saw two ugly red spots beginning to soak through Cap’s costume. Cap faltered, leaning his arm against a wall for support.

“Cap?” Bucky asked, not knowing if his mentor would be okay.

“Don’t worry, Bucky, it’ll heal,” Cap said, and then passed out.


A week later… Captain America was not at all at full health, but thanks to the resilience that the Super Soldier Serum had given him, he was well on the way to recovery. He wasn’t well enough to fight yet, but he was well enough to attend a meeting of the Invaders, a group of heroes who fought the enemies of freedom in the Second World War. Since the war had ended, they had stayed together, but Cap could tell that they were beginning to feel that a team such as theirs was no longer needed in a world so full of heroes. People could take care of themselves now, it seemed. Those of the Invaders that were interested in staying together were in favor of changing their name to something less warlike. Maybe “The All-Winners Squad.”

Cap came in, and when he saw, along with the Human Torch, both the Whizzer and Miss America in attendance, he knew that the Torch had called the meeting for something very important. The Whizzer and Miss America were not the big-time famous heroes that Cap and the Torch were, but they still seemed able to make up just as many excuses not to come. Ironically, the Whizzer, a man whose mongoose blood gave him superspeed, often seemed too busy for the group. For all four of them to be there at once was an occasion worthy of recognition. But then, it must be something very important if they all had come.

Captain America almost fell out of his chair when he saw Prince Namor, who held the heroic title of The Sub-Mariner, walk into the room. The prince had, during the war, been an active member of the Invaders, but after the war ended, he decided that the danger to his home was gone, and returned there. For the last year, Namor had held little more than an honorary position on the Invaders. The color drained from Cap’s face as he realized that the only news that could drive Namor from his underwater home must be truly earth-shattering.

“Well,” Namor said, looking down on the seated group with the arrogance of a king regarding his subjects. “What was it that was so important that I should be dragged away from my home? I haven’t missed the surface world very much at all.”

“Oh, I assure you,” the Human Torch responded gravely, “It’s very important. The world as we know it may never be the same.” The Human Torch paused, and then began to tell the news that signaled the end of their world. “Astronomers have seen a gigantic meteor coming toward Earth. At first, they thought it was small, but they’ve since realized that it’s just farther away than they thought.”

“How big is it?”

“Big enough,” the Human Torch said, his voice taking on even more gravity, “To destroy Earth.” The others looked shocked, and were about to protest, but the Human Torch continued. “There’s just no other way around it. If we don’t eliminate that thing before it hits, Earth will be no more.”

“Well then,” the Whizzer exclaimed, “we’ll just have to take it out!”

“But how could even we destroy a meteor that big?” Miss America asked, as always disagreeing with the Whizzer.

“Cap?” The Whizzer asked, looking to the man who always had a plan. Cap was momentarily speechless, but the Human Torch rescued him and the others from a prolonged agony.

“If, God forbid, we can’t keep this thing from destroying Earth, there still is another option, to save at least many of the inhabitants of our world. The U.S. government has been working on building an enormous spacecraft, which could take, I think he said, about one hundred million of us to a different planet.” The Human Torch was bombarded with questions from the shocked listeners. He explained that a scientist and inventor named Michael Erskine had made a major breakthrough in interstellar travel, and the government had set him immediately to work forming a spaceship, using the Artic Circle for a workspace. This was necessary due to the ship’s grand size, and it also allowed them to continually test whether the ship would be able to handle the intense cold weather of space. Astronomers had located a planet in a solar system close to ours. Geographically and atmospherically, it was very similar to Earth. Naturally, the astronomers had no way of knowing if the planet was inhabited, but it was a moot point. If Earth were destroyed, the survivors would simply have no other place to go. The meteor was yet a long way away; it wouldn’t hit Earth for two months. If they worked fast, they might be able to fill up the spacecraft and launch it by then.

“A hundred million people,” Captain America said, whistling through his teeth. “That’s a whole lot of people to pick out in two months, yet a mere fraction of the people that will be left. How can we make such a choice?”


About two months later…

“I never thought this day would come,” Captain America, in his civilian identity of Steve Rogers, said somberly. The spacecraft had taken off without any complications, except, of course, for the billions of people left behind.

“I bet Prince Namor feels that way and then some,” Jim Hammond, the Human Torch responded. Namor had barely been convinced to come on the ship, even though Captain America and many others went to a lot of trouble to secure him, and other Atlanteans, a special “aquarium” section just for them. Like every other country in the world, not everyone from Atlantis was permitted to come, and Namor had stated that he had an obligation to stay with his people, even if it meant death. But finally Captain America convinced him that his duty was also to preserve the proud race of Atlantis. The stubborn monarch relented then, which was fortunate for the ship-builders. After going to all the trouble to construct the section for the Atlanteans, they would not have been very happy to just go back and dismantle it.

Yesterday Steve, Jim, and all the others of the ship who had been unfortunate enough to see it, had viewed a spectacular, and spectacularly devastating display as the huge meteor plummeted towards Earth’s surface, catching fire as it entered the atmosphere, and then crashing powerfully into the Earth. The collision was so massive that the people on the ship almost thought they could hear it despite the vacuum of space. Added to the imagined sound was a cacophony of screaming voices joined to rumblings in the deepest part of the earth as the planet shuddered, and then burst, in an incredible explosion that rocked the large spacecraft. It was a scene that nobody would ever forget.

“So many people,” Steve said, his eyes moist. Jim put a hand on his shoulder, trying to comfort the inconsolable.

“We tried, Steve. We really did. You know as well as I that we waited until the last possible moment to launch the ship.”

“And we did every thing we could to destroy that meteor before it could harm Earth. But we failed, Jim. We failed miserably.” Steve Rogers hung his head, and then sat down. The physical wound he had taken in the fight with the Red Skull had healed, but a new one had replaced it. A wound that wouldn’t heal so easily; the realization that he had failed the country that had looked to him for help when they needed him. He had failed, when the whole world had needed him.

Steve’s solemn reverie was broken by the sound of the ship’s communication system. A voice urgently requested Captain America and the Human Torch’s presence in the main control room. As they were alone, Steve and Jim immediately doffed their outer clothing in favor of the heroic garb of the two foremost members of the Invaders—still, Earth’s heroes.

Cap and the Torch made their way as fast as they could in the gigantic ship to the main control room, and were met by a very worried Professor Erskine.

“What’s going on, Professor?” Cap asked, apprehensive at the worried look on the Professor’s face.

“Terrible news, Captain. The light speed drives have failed. I’m not sure why; perhaps if we had had more time for testing, this wouldn’t have happened, but obviously, that wasn’t an option.”

“What happens now?” Captain America asked.

“We have a secondary means of moving the ship, but it means we won’t get to the planet for forty years.”

“Forty years?!” Cap asked, befuddled. “We only have a year’s worth of rations! We’ll starve!”

“I have a plan. I shall release a chemical agent throughout the ship that will put all of you in stasis. You won’t need food while you’re in hibernation.”

“What do you mean ‘all of you?’ ” The Human Torch asked.

“Someone must stay to pilot the ship.” Professor Erskine noticed the argument about to leave Cap’s mouth, but cut him off. “There will be no discussion. I’ve already made my decision.”

A small nose filter protected the professor as Captain America, the Human Torch, and the rest of the colonists on the ship, slowly fell to the ground, banished into a dark, deep sleep.


Forty years later… Captain America awoke in his bed as he felt a small jolt hit the large spacecraft. He felt another one as he noticed that the Human Torch had also woken up from his hibernation.

“What happened?” The Torch asked, groggy. “How long has it been?”

“Let’s find out!” Cap said, and the two raced to the main control room. They found a very old Professor Erskine trying to work the controls to take them into a landing. He informed them that the planet was indeed inhabited, and the inhabitants were, it appeared, trying to destroy the ship.

“They seem to be targeting the landing gear. Don’t they know what will happen if they destroy that?”

“Only one thing to do,” Captain America said, swinging into action. “Rally the troops!” Cap called out over the intercom system. Pilots on the ship readied to scramble, and soon the Human Torch, his sidekick Toro, Miss America and the Sub-Mariner were joined outside of the plane by airmen such as Bomber Burns, K-4, the Flying Flame, and Captain Desmo. The combined might of the heroes served to stop the attackers, but unfortunately not before the landing gear was highly damaged. The ship loomed large over the planet as it fell freely toward the ground.


Get the flipside of the story as this tale is continued in Action Comics: When Worlds Collide #1.

[spidergirl1]

Nice!

[RookieBatman]

ACTION COMICS
WHEN WORLDS COLLIDE
#1: Marching Orders
By jakazul

If you haven’t already, read Marvel Comics: When Worlds Collide #1 before reading this!

The eleven members of the Justice Society of America, referred to as the JSA by most, sat at the round table, the large shield-shaped emblem painted onto the center glistening in the dim light.

Batman, Superman, the Atom, Mr. Terrific, The Red Tornado, the Flash, the Green Lantern, the Spectre, Wildcat, Wonder Woman and Dr. Midnite, each in full costume, stared intently at the wall-mounted screen at the end of the room. On it gunfire blazed as a troop of rogue fighter jets blasted at a huge spacecraft, crashing toward Long Island like some sort of metal meteor.

“Great Scott!” Superman said as the ship landed and Long Island was buried forever underneath it. “The whole island! But...”

Batman’s solemn look intensified, silencing Superman as the screen cut to the president’s grim face.

“That’s it, Justice Society. The aliens wiped out the entire island and all of the fighter jets that attacked them. So far we haven’t got any information on them, but they seem to have no qualms about destroying the Earth or, for that matter, the humans on it.”

The Green Lantern, Alan Scott, stood, his muscular figure the poster image of a hero, his stern expression still handsome even with a frown set on it. “Alright, Mr. President, what can we do to help?”

“I’ve discussed it with the Head of the Joint Chiefs of Staff and the Secretary of Defense, and we’ve reached a conclusion. The aliens showed no regard whatsoever for human life. If we let them continue, the whole country could be in ruins soon, the whole world even.”

Alan and several others gasped at these words, only Batman keeping his customary unreadable expression.

“So you want us t’ crush’em, is dat it?” Wildcat asked in a gruff, scratchy voice, receiving glares from Green Lantern and Superman as though he had said some horrible curse word in front of the president.

“I wouldn’t have put it quite like that,” the president said. “But that is what we want you to do. These aliens must be stopped before they pose an even greater threat to the American way and freedom as we know it. They’ve already destroyed an entire island—an entire city—and have landed just a few miles off our shores, not to mention the Air Force pilots they destroyed. Who knows what’s next? Bombs? Death rays? We can’t let it come to that, Justice Society.”

“Of course, Mr. President,” Jay Garrick, the Flash, said, looking up. “But how do you propose we go about stopping them? I’m the fastest man alive, but I doubt these aliens are going to challenge us to a race for freedom.”

Superman, who had been standing at the front of the room, head bowed in thought, finally spoke. “How do we know, though, that the aliens are actually trying to destroy us? They might’ve been acting in self-defense. We don’t know...”

“They destroyed an entire island. That isn’t self-defense!” Wonder Woman said, smashing her fist against the table, her armor gleaming in the dim light as her body moved. “That’s destruction! When the Nazis invaded, did you say ‘leave them be. It’s self defense?’ ”

Superman, back still facing the rest, turned and looked her in the eyes, his own taking on a red glow. “This is different! The Nazis knew what they were doing; we don’t even know if these aliens are an intelligent race. We can’t just go in there and...”

“They must be intelligent.” Flash cut in. “Look at that ship they built. It’s amazing! The thing must hold millions of people!”

“More likely it holds a stash of advanced weaponry!” Green Lantern retorted. “The aliens are probably going to try to blast us to shreds as soon as they can! Do we say it’s time to stop waiting then?”

Batman stood and brought his fist down hard on the table, shaking it and silencing the arguing members of the JSA. “If you’re all done acting like kids it’s time we decide what to do.” He said in a firm voice. “You’re arguing is getting us nowhere fast and it’s all beside the point. The invaders apparently want a battle. I say that’s what we give them. This isn’t a game. They’ve destroyed Long Island, they need to pay.”

“What about the lives of the pilots?” Flash asked, a bewildered look on his face. “They got killed by the aliens too.”

“They didn’t follow orders.” Alan Scott stated as though that settled the matter. “They deserved what they got.”

“No one deserves that!” Dr. Midnite said, outraged. “They were blasted out of the sky trying to protect our nation!”
Green Lantern gave him a look as though the idea that there could even be heroes that didn’t follow the rules to the letter was insane.

The Spectre cut in, this time standing, his chair wobbling slightly as though it was about to fall, and wisps of smoke slithering around the room. “The issue here is not whether those men deserved to die. That is not our place to judge. The issue here is that the aliens represent a threat that must be faced.”

“And you know this how?” Wildcat asked with a glare, not realizing that Spectre was agreeing with what he had said earlier.

“Would everyone just calm down?” Flash asked, glaring now. “We’ve all agreed on one thing, haven’t we? The aliens must be destroyed.”

“I agree.” Spoke Red Tornado and Wonder Woman almost simultaneously. Superman also spoke his agreement, but half-heartedly.

“Good.” Batman said, with no emotion penetrating his stern monotone. “Then we need to decide what our next move is.”

“We go to the ship an’ crush da aliens before they have a chance t’ get us.” Wildcat stated, cracking his knuckles and standing as though he was just going to walk to Long Island now and give the aliens a piece of his mind.

Green Lantern gave him a withering stare that clearly stated he considered the man to be one of the biggest idiots that had ever crossed the face of the planet, but before he could speak, he was cut off by the Atom.

“I’m with Wildcat,” he said in his deep voice, and stood, seeming to grow as he readied himself for action.

“Come on, man,” Superman said in a voice sounding more like Clark Kent, his reporter alias. “You can’t seriously think you’re just going to waltz down there and beat them up, do you?”

“Why not?” Wildcat asked, honestly not understanding that he couldn’t stop a war with a couple well-placed punches. “Ya t’ink I ain’t strong enough?” He growled, flexing his muscles.
Green Lantern and Superman exchanged glances and rolled their eyes while the Atom sat back down, still confused by the conversation.

Batman looked on as though he was watching a group of kindergartners struggling to figure out two plus two, while Dr. Midnite and Mr. Terrific conversed quietly. They were the only besides the Spectre that had remained calm through the entire conversation. Even the Red Tornado was getting excited, arguing loudly with the Spectre over whether or not the rogue pilots had deserved to die.

The arguing was finally broken by the president on his video-link; he had been forgotten in the chaotic arguing.

“Alright, Justice Society,” He began, drawing immediate attention from the Green Lantern and Superman. The others soon noticed as well, except for Wildcat, who was launched into an argument with Wonder Woman, not noticing that she had walked away.

“I see that you’ve got different viewpoints on the matter, but you all seem to agree that something needs to be done. The question is; do you think you can handle it?”

This finally brought Wildcat’s attention. The phrase “can you handle it” was like a gunshot to his brain. He recognized it immediately and acted by reflex. “Yeah, we can handle it! We can handle anything.”

The president smiled at this, then continued. “Then you have your assignment, Justice Society. Eliminate the Alien threat. For America.”

“For America,” Green Lantern saluted, followed by Superman and then Dr. Midnite.

“For America,” Batman agreed, along with Flash, the Atom, and the Spectre.

“For America,” Mr. Terrific, Red Tornado, and Wonder Woman said, the statement traveling like a wave around the circle.

“Let’s get’em.” Wildcat said in an excited growl.

“That gets my vote.” The Atom said, standing up again.

“Alright,” Superman said, “What’s the plan?”


When Worlds Collide is continued in Marvel Comics: When Worlds Collide #2.

[zaurial]

Excellent! This is the Ma Hunkle RT, right? I just did a fic about her.

[RookieBatman]

It's kinda Ma Hunkle. We change some of the characters around (I don't know if it's that obvious here, but Superman is more like his earliest version, less powerful, no x-ray vision, etc). Red Tornado is one of them; we couldn't really figure out a way for the fat old lady wearing a pan to be taken seriously. But that doesn't come up until the JSA Giant-sized bonus issue #1.

[RookieBatman]

MARVEL COMICS
WHEN WORLDS COLLIDE
#2: Declaration of War
By Rick Michaels

Previously: Captain America and the Invaders were thrust into a problem that even they, with all their strength and intellect, couldn’t solve. An incredibly large-sized meteor was hurtling toward their Earth, on a course to destroy it completely. The Invaders were powerless to stop it, but many of the people on the doomed planet were saved when Professor Michael Erskine revealed an experimental spacecraft that he had built, using a new method of interstellar travel. However, due to obvious reasons, the work was rushed, and the engines failed. Professor Erskine got the one hundred million surviving inhabitants of Earth to their new home, but not without putting them in stasis. They woke up forty years later, having not aged due to the chemical agent Professor Erskine subjected them to. Captain America soon realized that the ship was under attack from the inhabitants of “New Earth.” Superheroes and skilled pilots soon came to the ship’s rescue, but not before severely damaging the landing mechanism. Without that, Professor Erskine was forced to crash-land the ship, destroying a densely populated island, and a small part of the mainland. With an introduction like that, could retribution possibly be very far away?

“He needs help,” the Human Torch yelled anxiously, as he carried the prone form of his young charge, Toro. The boy had a deep wound in his shoulder, where a spear had hit. Toro’s flame had burned off some of it, but half of it got through the flame before it could be consumed, and had cut into his shoulder. The weapon was quickly burned, but the wound remained.

The Human Torch carried his sidekick to a man who identified himself as a doctor. The doctor began examining the boy, while the Torch looked on worriedly. He didn’t notice Captain America come up behind him.

“Jim,” Cap said quietly, putting his arm on the man’s shoulder. “He’ll be okay. He’s a trooper; a fighter.”

“I hope you’re right,” the Torch said, trying not to worry, despite what he was seeing before his eyes. “How could this have happened?”

“They hit hard and fast,” Cap said. “I mean, we’ve got this gigantic ship sitting here like some manmade mountain, we can’t expect to not get attacked.” The two heroes, and all of the other colonists that were off of the ship, were on an empty section of the coast that the ship had partly landed on.

With a rush of wind, the Whizzer appeared beside the two heroes. “Maybe it’s time we did some attacking of our own.”

“It’s certainly something we need to discuss,” Captain America said thoughtfully. “Jim,” he said, wanting to give the Torch something to do to take his mind off of the plight of Toro. “Why don’t you get the other Invaders? Do your best to get Namor to come; this is important.”

“Alright, Cap. Thanks,” the Human Torch said, preparing to fly away. “Flame on!” he said, and rose into the air. Cap and the Whizzer watched him fly toward the ship, and then enter it.

“Hey, Cap,” the Whizzer said as they walked slowly back to the ship. “I was thinking of changing my name. Do you know what ‘whiz’ really refers to?”

“Well,” Cap said, chuckling. “I think that your actions speak for themselves. People respect you as a hero for what you do, not for what your name is.”

“But you think people take me seriously with a name like this?”

Cap laughed as he remembered some of the pranks the Whizzer had pulled at Invaders’ meetings. “Nobody’s ever taken you seriously.”


The Black Marvel examined the ground in front of him. Captain America had sent him and Tigerman to track the attackers through the forest, and see if they had a base nearby. The Black Marvel, a Native American highly skilled at tracking, had lost the trail momentarily, but picked it up again.

“Hmm,” Tigerman grunted loudly, but the Black Marvel quickly motioned for silence. They kept walking, as quietly as they could, and then the Black Marvel stopped. He motioned for silence once again.

Suddenly, the two men saw a red figure with a white cape fly rapidly toward them. The Black Marvel leapt out of the way, rolling as he grabbed an arrow and notched it to his bow.

Tigerman, however, did not get out of the way. Instead he swung at the man with a strong uppercut, but the man, known to the inhabitants of New Earth as Captain Marvel, barely felt it. The Black Marvel pulled back the arrow as he saw the enemy throw a punch at Tigerman. The single blow sent the hero flying backward, crashing through the trunks of trees, and finally coming to a stop yards away.

The Black Marvel, seeing the strength of their assailant, lowered his bow and retreated, melting away into the forest. The enemy turned and looked for him, but the Black Marvel would not be found.


The Invaders had gathered in their makeshift base inside the ship, and were discussing what their course of action should be.

“Wait a second,” Miss America spoke up. “We got attacked a second time? How come I didn’t know?”

“How could you not know?” The Whizzer responded. “It wasn’t exactly the quietist thing. You were probably drying your hair or something.”

“I was not!”

“Alright, alright,” Captain America said, breaking in before a real argument could start. “Don’t worry about it, Whizzer.”

“But what happened?” Miss America asked.

“This morning,” the Human Torch explained, “about ten to fifteen people attacked us. Took us by surprise. We put up a fight, but they weren’t interested in fighting; they just wanted to test our strength. They wore costumes, like us, and they were organized. They had an exit strategy.”

“Almost like New Earth has its own version of the Invaders,” the Whizzer commented.

“How’d they get away?” Miss America asked.

“Just when we were starting to outnumber them, one of them brought out this circular object, and the wind started really picking up. I guess it was probably artificial, like the device is some kind of fan or something. The wind kicked up the dust, and we couldn’t see them. When the dust cleared, they were gone.”

“To where, though, we’re not sure,” Cap added. “I sent some people to look into that, but for now, I’d like to give the floor to the Vision.” Cap nodded to a green-skinned man sitting quietly off to the side. “I asked him to come up here before we left so he could learn a little about our new home. Thanks to the fact that it took us forty years, he’s learned quite a bit.”

“So you’ve been here for forty years, huh?” The Whizzer asked. “You must be pretty old.”

“I am eighty-three years old,” the Vision answered. “I am what you would call middle-aged.”

“Really?” Miss America asked. “How old do people from your planet live?”

“In my home, people often live to one hundred and fifty years.”

“So, Vision,” Captain America broke in, wanting to get back to business. “What have you learned in your time here?”

“When I first came to this planet, I posed as a superhero to gain their trust. I have succeeded in this, and have learned their language. They are a good people. I don’t understand why they have chosen to declare war on you.”

“Declare war?” the Human Torch asked, shocked. “Are you serious?”

“Yes. The President of this country, a place that is in fact very much like the United States, has stated that ‘the aliens’ must be stopped, and has declared war.”

“So why hasn’t the army attacked?” Captain America asked.

“The President has decided to enlist the aid of a group of superheroes, the Justice Society of America, to combat ‘the alien menace’ by more subtle means than military might.”

“That group that attacked us?”

“Yes.”

“Well, let’s fight back!” the Whizzer said. “We can take those guys.”

“I agree,” the Human Torch said.

The group started arguing, but was interrupted when they noticed someone standing at the door.

“Black Marvel,” Cap said, concerned. “What happened?”

“We were attacked. A man came at us, with amazing speed. He could fly, and he wasn’t one that attacked us this morning. He killed Tigerman.”

“No,” the Human Torch said, angry. Silently, he hoped that the explorer wasn’t the second casualty in the war.

“I circled around,” the Black Marvel continued, “the superheroes have surrounded the base, and they are watching the perimeter to make sure we don’t leave.”

“So we’re under siege?” the Whizzer asked.

“Not quite. They cannot keep watch everywhere, and one, two or three people at a time could easily slip out. But food is a concern. We will not be able to plant many crops in this confined space.”

“Namor,” Captain America asked. “Can your people get us food from the ocean?”

“I could,” Namor said sternly. “But I don’t think it is a good idea. If we harvest enough oceanic wildlife to feed a hundred million people there will be none left. And it would only feed them for a very short time.”

“Alright, that’s not a good idea. What’s the alternative?”

“Hey,” the Whizzer said excitedly. “We could set up an underground, like the French did in the war. We could go into the cities, and hide out, and then sneak around and steal food from them, and maybe even have some underground means of getting food on a regular basis, while we sabotage their plans to kill us.”

“But should we really be stealing?” Miss America asked. “That’s wrong. I don’t think we should resort to those underhanded tactics.”

“Would you rather we starved to death?” The Whizzer asked. “We only have so much food on the ship.”

“It’ll last us a year. In that time we could find some other way of getting food.”

“No,” Captain America said firmly. “We can’t sit around and wait for them to give up. These people are trying to destroy us, and as much as I don’t like this, we have nowhere else to go. We are the only survivors of Earth, and if we want to live at all, we are going to have to claim our section of land on this planet. We have to live. And if war is the only way, then war is the way it’ll have to be. Human Torch, work with the Whizzer on his plan. That’s all for today, thank you all for coming.”


When Worlds Collide concludes in Action Comics: When Worlds Collide #2!

[RookieBatman]

ACTION COMICS
WHEN WORLDS COLLIDE
#2: Declaration of Death
By jakazul

DAILY STAR
Long Island Destroyed By Alien Invaders, JSA Deciding Next Move

Yesterday afternoon at approximately one in the afternoon tragedy struck Earth as an alleged UFO landed, destroying Long Island under it and taking millions of lives. A rogue unit of the US air force known as the Black Doves attacked, but the heroic effort cost them their lives. Bystanders say the technology was extraordinary and that the aliens must have weaponry capable of mass destruction.

The president has contacted the JSA, Justice Society of America, who is still deciding its next move. As of yet we know very little, but we do know that the JSA has recruited a small army of superheroes, who are now surrounding the alien ship which has landed off shore, in an attempt to thwart the aliens from escaping.

The entire area is being blocked off, in an effort coordinated by Gotham City Police Commissioner James Gordon alongside the JSA. Working with them is the New Long Island Police Department, a group formed by Long Island residents who were not at home at that final moment. The NLIPD is funded by several organizations and companies, which wish to stay anonymous.

Also missing are many outsiders including our own Clark Kent. Search parties have been issued, however…
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“Alright, men,” Alan Scott, the Green Lantern, called out. “We’ve just received news from the front.”

“Could ya’ quit using that Army lingo?” Wildcat asked.

Alan shot him a glare and then continued. “Captain Marvel just got back from patrols. He says he was attacked by two of the aliens. He killed one, but the other got away.”

“Killed him?” Dr. Midnite asked. “Why would he kill him? It would’ve done us more good to capture one of the vermin and study it for weaknesses.”

“He says it was an accident. One attacked him and he sent him through a tree.”

Wildcat looked up. “They sent him through a tree? How tough are these guys?”

Alan looked at him as though trying to figure out just how stupid the man could be. “Not Marvel, the alien. He sent the alien through a tree.”

Atom smiled. “So they aren’t so tough.”

Alan’s gaze fell on Atom now. “Didn’t you see the footage when they destroyed Long Island?”

“So they are tough?” The Atom asked, confused. Alan swallowed the urge to blast Atom with his power ring. “They’re tough, but not too tough to beat. We’ve had quite a turn out of heroes and a great deal are still coming. The guards around the alien’s ship are growing. Hopefully no more aliens will escape and…”

As if that was a cue, Jay Garrick, the Flash, burst into the room suddenly, slamming the door open so fast that it broke, and then came to a screeching halt.

Alan turned to him, frustrated. “What is it, Garrick? You were supposed to be on patrol with Clip Carson.”

“That’s just it,” Jay spoke so quickly the words ran together. “They got Clip!”

“Got him?” Alan asked, startled. “They captured one of our men?”

Jay hung his head. “They…didn’t bother capturing. Some guy, looked like he was made of granite or something, came up and tried to stop us, said something I couldn’t understand. Clip shot him, but the bullets didn’t do anything, the guy was tough as Superman, maybe even tougher. He just reached out, crushed Clip’s head like a paper sack, and threw him a few yards out into a building. I was fast enough to escape…but not fast enough to stop him,” Jay added ashamedly.

Alan closed his eyes tight and pinched the bridge of his nose, thinking. “Send someone to get the body. As soon as you’re through, get us an attack…squad.” He finished stupidly as Jay Garrick returned into the room in a streak of red followed by three armed men.

“This is Skip Schuyler, Red Logan and Mike Gibbs,” the Flash said. “They were friends of Clip’s. Say they’ll help if they can. They’re some of the best fighters around.”

“Just three people?” Alan asked, skeptically.

“There’s more on the way. Purple Mask volunteered, but we still need him to patrol the west side.”

“Alright,” Alan said. “Superman, go with them and try to track down this rock-man or whatever that killed Clip. Be on the lookout for the one that got away from Captain Marvel, too. I’m sure you’ve gotten a good description of him.”

“Yeah, Cap told me. And when we find them?” Jay said, waiting for Alan’s reply.

“Take prisoners if you can, but don’t hesitate to kill if necessary. After all, we know now that they’d do the same to you.”

“Gotcha, Green.” Jay said before exiting with Superman and the others.


The attack party walked quietly through the small forest on the coast near where the alien ship landed, Jay zipping ahead and back constantly, filling them in on what was going on.

They had been going for only about a half hour, though it seemed like three times that, when Jay circled back with a worried look on his face.

“There’s a party of aliens right through those trees. They look like they’re exploring. Two have unconcealed weapons, the other’s in some sort of costume. I can’t tell if he has any weapons, but he looks powerful.”

Gibbs pulled out his handgun and made sure it was loaded, and then looked up. “Alright den, let’s go in.” He responded in a deep voice. “Dis here’s all da weapons I need ‘gainst dese alien scums.”

“Shouldn’t we stay clear?” Logan asked. “They aren’t the ones we’re searching for, are they?”

“They’s the ones ‘at crushed Long Island, ain’t they?” Gibbs asked, daring anyone to argue. “Dat’s what I t’ought. Let’s move!”

He crouched and edged into the clearing, gun poised. He aimed at one of the aliens, and then fired.

The bullet sped at the costumed man and was stopped by some sort of magnetic field, then thrown back at him.

He dodged, firing again and again, but the force-field blocked all of his shots. He stepped out and lunged at the man who turned and fired what looked like a bolt of lightning at Gibbs.

Gibbs was flung into the ground, an aura of energy still hovering around him as he struggled to pull himself up, then fell back, dead. Skip had already drawn his gun and shot one of the aliens, who fell to the ground, and was aiming at the second when the costumed man fired another bolt of energy at him.

Skip fell back and rolled for a moment from the impact as Flash and Red Logan began to run.
Logan turned and fired, narrowly missing another lighting bolt, but catching a bullet from another of the aliens full on.

Jay picked him up and ran, dodging lightning and bullets from every direction. These aliens were a serious problem, he realized. All of them seemed to possess different super powers or weapons and they seemed unafraid to kill.

That’s when he remembered Superman. What happened to Superman? He’d been right behind them, hadn’t he? Jay stopped and set Logan down. “Wait here,” he said, then zipped back towards the clearing.

Superman and the aliens were gone. The entire clearing was empty except for the dead bodies and scorched spots where lighting bolts had struck the ground or trees.

“Supes?” Jay called, hesitantly. What was to say these aliens couldn’t turn invisible too?

"Superman?” He called again. “Where…”

Suddenly one of the aliens, the other one with the gun, hit the ground before him with a cloud of dust.

“Huh?” He looked up.

Superman and the remaining alien were leaping from the branches of trees, battling in mid-air and firing lighting and laser-vision across at each other.

It might have been comical if there hadn’t been scorches and blood stains all over them, although it looked like much of the blood on Superman was not his, but the alien’s.

“ARRRRRRRRRRGH!” Superman roared, leaping forward again and tackling the alien.

The two toppled to the ground in a cloud of dirt and there was a crack as Superman brought his fist down hard in the alien’s face, then another crack as Superman was thrown into Jay by a burst of electricity.

“Run!” He shouted at Jay, still facing the alien. “Not without you.” Jay said. He turned slightly, looking back to see the alien flying away into the air. Superman leapt after it, but it was too late.


Flash, Red Logan and Superman arrived at JSA headquarters less than fifteen minutes later. They were bruised and bloody, Logan was unconscious and Superman was feeling his wounds even through his kryptonian super-tough skin.

“What happened?” Wonder Woman asked as they stepped in, causing the Green Lantern, who had been deep in a quiet discussion with Batman, to turn. “You’re back! What did happen to you?”

Jay laid Logan on a chair and Superman collapsed against a wall. “We found a troop of aliens. Gibbs attacked. We killed two, but they got Skip and Gibbs. We’re lucky to’ve gotten out alive.”

“Two more.” Alan shook his head. “Alright, get down to the medical ward and see if they can help Logan. Superman, you alright?”

Superman looked up, a trickle of blood coming from his split lip. “I’ll…be fine.”

Wonder Woman rolled her eyes. “You should go, too.”

”I think she’s right,” Alan said, “I know our doctors can’t do much for you, but have them take a look, just in case.” The Green Lantern turned back to Jay. “Go get the rest of the JSA, we need to decide our next move.”

“What are we gonna do?” The Flask asked, always ready for action.

“These aliens are dangerous, you’ve seen that. They killed so many people already. We need to stop playing around,” the Green Lantern said determinedly. “It’s time we realize…this is war.”


A battle cry has sounded. A war has begun. Follow the story; see the war unfold in the pages of Batman, JSA, Invaders, Action Comics and more!

[RookieBatman]

As that last blurb indicates, this is the end of the beginning, and the beginning of the story. :cheeky: I have written three issues of eight different titles in the Vision universe. I had planned to post them on the internet, but right now I'm not sure I have enough time and stability to do a regular once-a-month schedule (and I wouldn't do it any other way). I still welcome your comments, though, and if you really want to read those others, you can get them by special request.