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"The citizens of Junston are panicking. An unidentified spacecraft is hovering the streets, but has yet to do otherwise..."
A female reporter stood bravely on a sidewalk while people rushed passed her in search of safety. It was not a time to remain calm when you couldn't predict the intentions of a stranger. Especially something, in this case, foreign.
Some aliens already walked the streets of Junston, though still few compared to the population of humans. They were geniuses helping the planet advance. The minds of different species were necessary to become the most successful, after all. And successful they were. The buildings were tall and sturdy; cars could do more than drive; there was more to see than the moon!
Scientists of Junston dreamed of starting a civilization in outer-space.
There was much that they didn't understand still. Such as the mysterious vehicle floating above them. The technology of the spacecraft was probably more impressive than anything in Junston! It certainly looked like it...
Investigations were in order.
A man prepared to approach the newcomer. A man with two names. Right now, he was known as Proton, that being his superhero identity. People stopped running away for a moment to acknowledge a fast paced stream of electricity passing through. From a distance, it just looked like a jet of neon blue whizzing past everyone. Up close, there were sparks fizzing from that blueness that could shock you if you touch it.
Proton appeared in the ship's path, his glowing eyes of white staring with anticipation. The bodysuit he wore was form-fitting, coloured with a variety of blues. His symbol was not creative, but was a symbol nonetheless: the shape of a lightning bolt, which was displayed on his chest. A dark cowl covered his head as well, the cape attachment flowing majestically in the breeze. Just from that bit of reveal, that being his mouth and nose, one could tell he was a pale skinned human. Protecting his hands, some reliable gloves; protecting his feet, some sturdy boots. To complete the set, a dark blue belt was clasped around his waist with useful objects hung on it, including a holster with a unique firearm he designed himself.
He had no intention of attacking. Simply, he stood there to observe...
A female reporter stood bravely on a sidewalk while people rushed passed her in search of safety. It was not a time to remain calm when you couldn't predict the intentions of a stranger. Especially something, in this case, foreign.
Some aliens already walked the streets of Junston, though still few compared to the population of humans. They were geniuses helping the planet advance. The minds of different species were necessary to become the most successful, after all. And successful they were. The buildings were tall and sturdy; cars could do more than drive; there was more to see than the moon!
Scientists of Junston dreamed of starting a civilization in outer-space.
There was much that they didn't understand still. Such as the mysterious vehicle floating above them. The technology of the spacecraft was probably more impressive than anything in Junston! It certainly looked like it...
Investigations were in order.
A man prepared to approach the newcomer. A man with two names. Right now, he was known as Proton, that being his superhero identity. People stopped running away for a moment to acknowledge a fast paced stream of electricity passing through. From a distance, it just looked like a jet of neon blue whizzing past everyone. Up close, there were sparks fizzing from that blueness that could shock you if you touch it.
Proton appeared in the ship's path, his glowing eyes of white staring with anticipation. The bodysuit he wore was form-fitting, coloured with a variety of blues. His symbol was not creative, but was a symbol nonetheless: the shape of a lightning bolt, which was displayed on his chest. A dark cowl covered his head as well, the cape attachment flowing majestically in the breeze. Just from that bit of reveal, that being his mouth and nose, one could tell he was a pale skinned human. Protecting his hands, some reliable gloves; protecting his feet, some sturdy boots. To complete the set, a dark blue belt was clasped around his waist with useful objects hung on it, including a holster with a unique firearm he designed himself.
He had no intention of attacking. Simply, he stood there to observe...