A calm but urgent voice spoke in his ear through the comms. "Mobius, we have a Kaiju in the Middle East. It's already wreaking havoc. The Guardians are occupied, and every local hero who's tried to stop it has failed. This is yours. Contain the damage."
"Understood," he replied, his voice a synthetic growl from behind his faceless mask. "Parameters? Containment or... termination?"
A tense silence followed, broken only by the static of the open line. Finally, the voice came back, grim. "I was going to say containment. Unfortunately, the UN has overruled us. They want it dead."
No response was needed. In a burst of speed, he launched from the ground, a black streak against the sky, flying directly toward the chaos.
His sleek, black combat armor was accented with silver, and the familiar GDA sigil was emblazoned on his shoulder pads—a clear declaration of who he served.
Fifteen minutes later, the sonic boom of his arrival echoed over the dunes. Below, the scene was one of devastation. A monstrous shriek tore through the air as a colossal, centipede-like Kaiju, its chitinous armor gleaming in the sun, effortlessly scattered the military forces attempting to halt its advance. Tanks lay overturned and smoldering. With terrifying purpose, the creature was carving a path of destruction through the desert, its relentless trajectory carrying it toward the outskirts of a densely populated city.
"Target in sight." He said as he studying the Kaiju, trying to locate it's weak point. "Engaging it now."
With a second, concussive sonic boom, he became a projectile, crashing into the Kaiju's midsection. He sliced through the thick, chitinous armor with pure kinetic force. The beast roared in agony, its massive body thrashing frantically—whether to crush its attacker or simply to flee was unclear.
Ignoring the flailing segments, Mobius focused on the source of the noise. He shot upward, a blur of black and silver, and delivered a single, devastating blow to the creature's head. The force of the impact was absolute; the head didn't just crush—it vaporized in a mist of gore. A torrent of dark blood and pulverized flesh rained down, painting the desert sand in a wide, grotesque circle. The headless body convulsed for a moment longer before collapsing into a lifeless heap.
He levitated higher into the sky, gaining a full view of the massive carcass to ensure it was truly dead.
"Target eliminated." He paused, his sensors scanning the dead soldiers and destroyed vehicles below. A cold, tactical assessment. "Casualties are... within acceptable parameters."
"Understood," The voice replied through his earpiece, the tone shifting from grim to relieved. "You can go home now. The Guardians have finished their problem and can respond to any new threats."
He gave a slight nod, already turning to orient himself toward the US. "Understood. Just remember," He added, a hint of dry humor in his words, though his modulated voice flattened it into a mere statement of fact. "I still have school tomorrow. So try not to call me after this."
With a sonic boom, he begin his journey back home.
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2022 Reginald Vel Johnson High School
The figure known as Mobius was gone, his powerful armor stored away in his personal room back at the GDA headquarter. In his place was Kaelan Stedman, a teenager doing his best to blend in with the crowded hallway. He adjusted the strap of his backpack, the mundane weight of textbooks a stark contrast to the memory of the Kaiju's weight collapsing under his fist.
When he enter his classroom, he already can see the protagonist of this world, Mark Grayson, sitting at his seat doing homework that he, possibly, forget about. But Kaelan didn't talk to him, he didn't plan to get close with him when the nuclear man, Nolan still there.
Kaelan remembered his life before this one. He had seen the Invincible show, so he knew a little about this world. But since he never read the comics, his knowledge was limited.
The class went by in a blur. He saw Mark's friend, William, welcome him. They started talking about the recent attack on the White House.
'So the story has already begun,' Kaelan thought as he walked past them. 'No more peaceful days. Hello, chaos.' He sighed, remembering how crazy things were about to get.
"Hey, Kaelan!"
A girl's voice shouted from down the hall. He turned and saw her: Eve Wilkins, his childhood friend.
"Hey, Eve," he said with a small smile. He was putting books into his locker and taking others out. "You seem cheerful today. What's up?"
"Haven't you see the news?" Eve said while smiling a little. "There's a new hero appear in the Middle East yesterday, putting down a large Kaiju without much effort."
"Yeah, I saw something about that," Kaelan said, his tone casual as he focused on his locker. "Stopped it before it reached the city. Saved a lot of life."
Eve didn't say anything for a moment, just raised an eyebrow. "You don't seem very impressed."
"There are a lot of heroes around the globe, Eve," Kaelan said, finally raising his eyes to look at her. "More pop up every single day. And even more of them... disappear." He shut his locker door, the metal clang echoing softly in the busy hall. "Let's just hope this 'Mobius' guy is one of the ones who lasts."
Eve sighed a little. "Come on, let's eat before the bell rings." She began to walk towards the cafeteria, and Kaelan fell into step beside her.
The days continued without much problem. To his surprise, Kaelan didn't get any more missions from the GDA. The silence from them was... weird. After the Kaiju, he'd expected to be busy. The quiet felt less like peace and more like the calm before a storm, making him tense. He kept his head down, went to class, and tried to act normal, but he was always waiting—waiting for the other shoe to drop.
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GDA Headquarter - Pentagon
The teleportation hub deposited him directly into a secure briefing room. Cecil Stedman stood before a massive screen, his back to the door, his posture rigid.
"So, what's this matter that was so important you had me skip school?" Mobius asked, his modulated voice cutting through the sterile air. "This better be good."
Cecil didn't turn around. The main screen flickered to life, displaying seven familiar symbols, each now crossed out with a stark, red X.
"The Guardians of the Globe," Cecil said, his voice gravelly with a weight Kaelan had never heard before. "They've been murdered. All of them."
"So, we still have Omni man." Kaelan said nonchalant.
"That's the problem, he's also found injured within the Guardians Headquarter, badly too." Cecil continue.
Kaelan didn't said anything first, making Cecil think that he's processing the information throw at him.
"So, you want me to find out who the attacker is?" Kaelan asked, the question deliberately ridiculous. "You do know that if someone killed the Guardians and put Omni-Man in the hospital, there's not much I can do to stop them."
'Even though I already know exactly who did it.'
Cecil shook his head. "Don't be ridiculous, kid. That's a job for detectives and spies. No." He pointed a finger at him. "I want you to stay on high alert. You are our contingency plan, our safe switch for this period. Until Omni-Man recovers and we understand what we're dealing with, you are the strongest asset we have on standby."
"Sure." Kaelan nodded. "It's not a bad thing to help out my uncle when he's in trouble." Kaelan said with a teasing tone, though the modulator make it not that friendly.
Cecil chuckled a little. "You better be."
His chuckle was cut short as he suddenly reached for his earpiece. The longer he listened, the more his face tightened with frustration.
"Of all the times," he exhaled sharply, looking back at Kaelan. "We've got an alien invasion downtown. Deal with it."
Kaelan nodded. Without another word, he was enveloped in light and teleported out of the room. Cecil vanished a second later.
Within the bustling GDA command center, Cecil materialized in a flash. His assistant, Donald, was already at his side, holding a tablet and feeding him information.
"The Teen Team is already en route to the location," Donald reported. He paused, his expression uncertain before continuing. "And... Nolan's son is also heading toward the place. He's wearing a yellow and blue suit."
Cecil sighed, rubbing his temples. "We need all the help we can get right now, Donald. Especially with the situation we're in."
"Mobius is approaching the mission area, ETA 30 seconds." An operator called out, monitoring his screen.
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'Flaxan Invasion,' Kaelan thought as he streaked through the sky. Not wanting to let the public learn about the GDA's teleportation tech, he had been dropped a few miles out, arriving as fast as he could.
But he wasn't the earliest. Invincible—Mark—was already on the ground, frozen in the middle of the chaos, just like in the show.
Kaelan shook his head but couldn't blame him. The kid had no training, and the sudden, brutal reality of death was overwhelming.
Without hesitation, Kaelan flew into the fray. He became a black and silver missile, crashing directly through a Flaxan tank. He ripped the turret from its mangled chassis and hurled it like a spear into a second vehicle. Both erupted in a fireball, their destruction achieved in seconds.
When he finished this, he crash into the Flaxan troops, killing them in large number and successfully gaining their full attention. Making the civilians can continue their evacuation without much harm.
Within this carnage, the Teen Team arrived on site but stunt by the carnage in front of them. A man cover in blood and surrounded by bodies.
The Flaxans, however, did not press their attack. A command was issued in their guttural language. Recognizing the catastrophic losses and this new, unpredictable variable, they began a frantic retreat, falling back through their shimmering portal to regroup and devise a better plan to conquer Earth.
When the last portal flickered and closed, the immediate silence was deafening, broken only by the crackle of fires and the distant cries of survivors. Almost on cue, GDA transports descended, and soldiers in black tactical gear swarmed the area, swiftly establishing a perimeter to secure the countless Flaxan bodies and discarded technology for research.
As Mobius issued calm, clipped orders to a GDA lieutenant, his modulated voice a stark contrast to the gore that covered him, the gathered heroes finally found their voices.
"Who... what is that?" Rex Splode whispered, his usual bravado completely absent as he stared at the blood-soaked figure.
"He's Mobius." Atom Eve replied. "I have see a news report about him fighting a Kaiju at the Middle East before." She stop for a bit. "He didn't went... berserk when he's fighting that time."
As their discussion continue, Mobius turn and look at the Teen Team and Mark, seeing that they look elsewhere when they see that he turning towards them.
He let out a low, mechanical chuckle at their nervous movement.
The distinct thrum of a larger, armored helicopter filled the air as it landed nearby. The side door slid open, and Cecil Stedman stepped out, with Donald following closely behind, tablet in hand. Cecil let out a low whistle as he took in the gruesome scene of the aftermath.
He walked over to Mobius, his eyes scanning the blood-soaked hero from head to toe before shaking his head with a wry, almost amused expression.
"You really want the media to brand you a monster, don't you?" Cecil said, his voice too low for the others to hear. "Couldn't have left a few of them in one piece for the cameras?"
"This is the most effective way of dealing with it." Mobius said with his modulated voice, making it's too cold, none human.
"Yes it is." Cecil agreed, his tone shifting from casual to matter-of-fact. He then turned towards the others, his demeanor becoming more diplomatic. "You all did great also, though the invasion ended before you could fully intervene."
His praise was genuine but carried the unspoken weight of the situation. They had been spectators to a slaughter, not participants in a fight. The Teen Team shifted uncomfortably, the compliment feeling hollow next to the brutal display of "efficiency" they had just witnessed.
Suddenly, one of the abandoned tanks being hoisted by a crane began to rust at an unprecedented rate, its metal flaking away into nothing. With a shriek of failing metal, the crane's grip gave way, and the disintegrated tank crashed to the ground in a heap of reddish dust.
"Huh," Cecil grunted, turning to eye the bizarre phenomenon with sharp curiosity. "Scan it. I want a full report on what just caused that," he ordered the nearby GDA agents.
Before anyone could move, a new, synthesized voice cut through the chaos. It came from a large, sleek robot that had seemingly arrived without notice.
"The phenomenon is the result of a severe temporal differential," the robot stated calmly, its optic lens focusing on the group. "The Flaxans' dimension operates on a vastly accelerated time stream. Their brief incursion into our world caused localized temporal entropy. Essentially, that tank experienced centuries of decay in a matter of seconds."
"So if they come again, I can just evacuated the city and wait till them get cancer." Cecil said as he looking at Robot, smiling a little.