Danvidar

The Moon was quiet. Peaceful, in a way only airless, lifeless rock could be. From here, Earth hung in the black like a marble, swirling blue and white.   Mark sat cross-legged on the surface, staring at it. Allen floated nearby, arms crossed, the slight glow of his force field shimmering against the void.   “Geez, kid, I’m not envious of your position here. The Viltrumites expect you to… what? Conquer Earth in your father’s place? Pretty messed up…” his one eye trailed to the side before landing back on the hero. The alien’s mouth didn’t move, all words being transmitted telepathically. “What’re you gonna do when they show up and you haven’t taken over?” He asked with folded arms, floating beside the half-breed.   “Fight them, I guess,” Mark said with a shrug. “Not like I have any other choice…” He replied, staring down at his hands, frowning beneath his goggles. “…I’m the only one strong enough to fend them off.” He added.   “Hey. Hurtful. In case you haven’t noticed, I’ve bulked