DC: Becoming Supreme With Technology ( I Beat Superman)

The vast, silent expanse of space above Earth was disturbed by a massive presence—an alien mothership, so enormous it rivaled the size of the moon. The vessel was angular and dark, its surface bristling with alien machinery that glowed with an ominous green light. Inside, the Khurds, a brutal and expansionist alien race, were preparing to make their presence known to the people of Earth.

In their command chamber, lit by pulsating lights and filled with the hum of alien machinery, Commander Zhal'Kor stood at the helm. His tall, broad frame was armored in a shimmering black exoskeleton. His sharp, crimson eyes scanned a holographic display of Earth, an unguarded prize ripe for conquest.

"Deploy the scout ships," Zhal'Kor ordered, his guttural voice resonating through the chamber. "We will test their defenses before striking."

Dozens of sleek, triangular scout ships descended from the mothership, piercing Earth's atmosphere in fiery streaks. Their engines roared as they darted through the skies, heading toward key points of interest. One of these locations was a secret U.S. military facility in the Nevada desert.

Inside the base, the night shift operators monitored radar screens. Suddenly, alarms blared as a massive unidentified object appeared on their scopes.

"Lieutenant, we've got something... no, multiple somethings entering the atmosphere!" a radar technician shouted.

"Can you identify them?" the commanding officer barked, stepping closer to the console.

"Negative, sir. They're moving too fast. Wait—" The technician's voice trailed off as the radar blips grew larger and larger. "They're heading straight for us!"

The base scrambled to respond. Sirens wailed, and soldiers rushed to their posts. Communications officers attempted to hail the incoming ships.

"This is a United States military installation. Identify yourselves immediately!" one officer transmitted.

There was no reply. Instead, the scout ships opened fire. Green energy blasts rained down, obliterating radar towers, aircraft hangars, and entire sections of the base in seconds. Soldiers fired back with anti-aircraft missiles, but the Khurd ships' shields deflected the attacks effortlessly.

Caught unprepared, the base was reduced to rubble within minutes. The once-busy facility was now a smoldering wasteland. Amid the smoke and fire, one of the larger scout ships landed amidst the ruins. The Khurds emerged, their tall, armored forms moving with precision.

Commander Zhal'Kor descended from the ship, his crimson eyes scanning the devastation with satisfaction. His second-in-command, a smaller but equally menacing Khurd named Val'Tor, approached.

"The humans' defenses were laughable, Commander," Val'Tor said, sneering.

"Good," Zhal'Kor replied. "Let their weakness be their undoing."

He turned to a group of Khurd technicians who had begun setting up portable devices amidst the wreckage.

"Retrieve their data," Zhal'Kor ordered. "I want every classified file, every strategic map, every detail about their military infrastructure. This world will fall, and we will strike where it hurts the most."

The technicians worked quickly, their equipment interfacing with the shattered remains of the base's servers. Streams of encrypted data were decrypted and displayed on their holographic screens.

"Commander," one of the technicians reported, "we have secured access to their classified information. We now have the locations of their nuclear facilities, airbases, and naval fleets."

Zhal'Kor's lips curled into a cruel smile. "Excellent. Relay the coordinates to the mothership. Prepare our strike fleet to target these locations immediately."

Moments later, from the massive ship still hovering in orbit, a series of smaller attack ships were deployed, heading toward military installations around the globe. Their mission was clear: neutralize Earth's ability to mount a coordinated defense.

"Commander," Val'Tor said, "should we spare any of their installations for study?"

Zhal'Kor's eyes narrowed. "No. Crush them all. Let this world know the might of the Khurds. By the time we are done, their resistance will be nothing but a memory."

As the Khurd fleet expanded its assault, the world watched in terror. Major cities and military bases alike were now in the crosshairs of an enemy that had come not just to conquer, but to dominate. The Khurds had declared war, and Earth had little time to respond.

Above the chaos, the Khurd mothership loomed like a grim reminder of the scale of the threat. Its shadow stretched across continents as Commander Zhal'Kor prepared for the next phase of the invasion.

"Humans," he muttered, his voice dripping with contempt. "They will bow, or they will burn."

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In the icy stillness of the Fortress of Solitude, Superman stood before the crystalline console, his face shadowed with concern. The faint hum of the Kryptonian technology was interrupted by a sharp alert—an SOS beacon from Earth. It was an automated military distress signal, originating from a remote facility in Nevada.

"Kal-El," the AI modeled after his father, Jor-El, spoke with calm urgency. "This signal indicates significant destruction. The lives of many may be at stake."

"I'm on it," Superman said, already stepping away. With a quick whoosh, he launched into the sky, breaking the sound barrier as he soared toward the source of the cry for help.

Superman arrived at supersonic speed, the landscape below him marred by smoke and fire. The once-secure military base was now a wasteland, with twisted metal, craters, and scattered debris marking the site of the attack.

Landing softly amidst the chaos, his cape billowing in the hot wind, Superman scanned the area with his enhanced vision. Beneath a collapsed section of the base, faint heartbeats echoed in his ears.

He rushed over, using his immense strength to lift heavy steel beams and debris, revealing a group of injured military personnel trapped beneath.

"Stay calm," he said, his deep voice reassuring. "I've got you."

One by one, he carried the survivors to safety, carefully placing them in a makeshift triage area. Medics who had arrived after the attack took over, treating the wounded.

As he assisted, a bloodied officer, his arm in a makeshift sling, approached Superman.

"Thank you, Superman," the officer said, his voice heavy with exhaustion.

"What happened here?" Superman asked, his brows furrowing.

"They came out of nowhere," the officer replied. "Ships we'd never seen before—sleek, fast, deadly. They attacked without warning, tore through our defenses like they were nothing. Then they landed."

"What did they look like?" Superman pressed.

"Tall, armored, humanoid," the officer explained. "Their leader was larger than the rest, with glowing crimson eyes. They... they took data from our systems, classified information about our global military infrastructure."

Superman's expression darkened. "Did they say anything?"

"Yes," the officer said grimly. "Their leader said we were weak and that they'd crush us. Then they left, just like that."

Superman looked around, his mind racing. The devastation was massive, and the implications were worse.

"I'll make sure this doesn't happen again," he promised.

Returning to the Fortress of Solitude, Superman walked swiftly toward the central console.

"Father," he addressed the AI, "I need your guidance. An alien race attacked a military base on Earth. The survivors described them as tall, armored beings with advanced technology. Their leader had crimson eyes. Do you recognize them?"

The holographic form of Jor-El flickered to life, his face etched with worry.

"From your description, Kal-El, they are the Khurds," Jor-El replied.

Superman's gaze hardened. "Who are they?"

The AI began to display holographic images of the Khurds, their motherships, and their sprawling civilization.

"The Khurds hail from the Andromeda Galaxy. They are a warrior race, expansionist by nature. Their society thrives on conquest and enslavement. They strip planets of resources and subjugate the inhabitants for their own purposes."

"What about their technology?" Superman asked.

"They are centuries ahead of humanity," Jor-El explained. "Their ships are heavily armed and shielded. Their soldiers are enhanced with armor that amplifies their physical capabilities. And their motherships... they are near-impenetrable fortresses."

Superman's jaw tightened. "What chance does Earth have?"

"With the resources at hand, Earth cannot stand against a full-scale Khurd invasion," the AI said gravely.

Superman took a deep breath, determination flashing in his eyes. "Then we need to stop them before it gets that far.

Superman activated the Justice League communicator embedded in his suit.

"This is Superman. We have a situation," he began, his voice steady but urgent. "An alien race called the Khurds has attacked Earth. They've taken critical military data and are likely planning a larger assault."

"What do we know about them?" Batman's voice came through, calm and analytical.

"They're from the Andromeda Galaxy," Superman replied. "They're advanced, ruthless, and extremely dangerous. If they launch a full invasion, Earth's defenses won't hold."

"I'll start mobilizing resources," Batman said. "Cyborg and I will analyze any data we can recover."

Wonder Woman added. "If they're as advanced as you say, we'll need reinforcements."

"We don't have much time," Superman said. "Let's meet at the Batcave to plan our next move."

As the communication ended, Superman turned back to the hologram of Jor-El.

"Father," he said, "I won't let them destroy this planet."

"I have no doubt you will do everything in your power, my son," Jor-El replied. "But be cautious. The Khurds are not to be underestimated."

Superman nodded, steeling himself for the battle ahead.