JLU 2001 Fanfiction - Martian Manhunter #10

I created the Hyperclan in the hopes that one day they would become my soldiers whenever I decided to rebel against Darkseid. Many activities have been conducted in secret under my rule and among them has been the creation of super soldiers to one day combat Darkseid. Now my brother J’onn has thrown me into a position of having to present one of my super powered teams. They are from the wretched White Martians. It was my hope to forge a peace between the lowly White Martians and the obviously superior natural Martians. So it was in a gesture of good will that I created the Hyperclan.

Protex was the leader of the Hyperclan. His great strength and great speed would prove to hopefully be my best weapon against Darkseid’s hordes of Kryptonian warriors. My scientists have every hope of making more Martians like Protex except they will be even stronger. It is in the creation of Protex that I hope to find a rallying point for my people against Darkseid.

Fluxus is an advancement of Martian’s natural shape-shifting ability. He has become an omnimorph of sorts and his skills in information gathering are second to none. If his traits could be passed on to an army of Martians we would be able to gather enough Intel to make a serious dent into Darksied’s forces.

A-Mortal is the physical presence amongst the Hyperclan. His strength outmatched that of Protex’s, but we were unable to give him any other abilities as a result. Protex and him are the two links that need to be attached in order to create a soldier capable of taking on Darkseid’s Kryptonian fleets. If I could somehow combine their powers into one the Martians would stand a chance.

The abilities of Tronix while potent would be more useful in helping the outer worlds of Darkseid’s empire to arm themselves quickly. Her heat beams have proven able to melt steel almost instantaneously. She’s a powerful combatant, but her powers can serve more practical uses. While I desire the Martians to be the ultimate victors over Darkseid I am not opposed to having other worlds aid me.

Zum is one member of the Hyperclan that I am most pleased with. His great speed has proven itself to be of amazing potential. I can just imagine the world of possibilities with this member of the Hyperclan. A man with super speed like his could steal away technology, infiltrate bases, and kill men without anyone ever even knowing it. The Martians possessing this ability would be a major asset.

The abilities that we managed to produce in Zenturion are nothing short of amazing. We managed to change his shape-shifting powers into something called an Omni-Arm. One part of his body has the ability to alter itself into any form of weapon and produce powerful blasts. A side effect of the change was that his intelligence was heightened to a large degree.

We built up Armek as a major robotic power and the results were much to our liking. He is backed with enough weaponry to take on all of Darkseid’s Furies and Amazons combined. At least that’s our hope. It is always good to think positive about these things. Especially, in the matter of taking down anything to do with Darkseid.

Primaid was the least of the Hyperclan. She was possessed with uncanny fighting abilities and in a simulated battle she was able to fight off quite a few robotic versions of Amazons that my scientists constructed. She was not the most successful of my experiments, but we were able to do one very unique thing with her. Her body was adapted to survive the extremes of cold and heat. Her durability could prove to be a useful tool in the future.

This is all assuming of course that the Hyperclan defeats my brother and his minions.

J’onn walked through the streets of the Pittsburgh Block in search of the restaurant called “New Magic”. Of course the place wasn’t a restaurant at all, but most of Darkseid’s forces believed it was. It was in fact a safe house for Prophet J’onn and his disciples. A sorceress named Circe ran the “restaurant”. She was hated greatly by Darkseid’s Amazons and it was here in the Pittsburgh Block that she made her home.

J’onn had met her a few months ago when he was trying to save a group of workers from massacre by a group of Parademons. He had been alone in that fight and the rest of his disciples were in the Istanbul block preaching. Circe had aided him and though he could have handled it alone he was grateful for the aid.

“Should we really trust this woman?” Poison Ivy asked as she put her green cloak over her head. It was beginning to rain for the fifth time today. There were 15-minute breaks when it wasn’t raining and even a woman enamored over nature grew tired of the constantly falling water.

“Circe is a woman hated by the Amazons. Is that not enough reason to trust her?”

“In this world I’m afraid to say it isn’t. I have lived for a long time J’onn. I would prefer to live long enough to see Darkseid fall.”

J’onn smiled, “As would I Ivy. And we shall. Circe will provide us with a greater means of spreading our word. Once Atom and the others arrive all will be explained.

“Of course J’onn. I just have this feeling that being here is not a good idea.”

Upon presenting the Hyperclan to Deacon Strange he still felt like more was needed to do away with J’onn and his disciples on Earth. I could see that he obviously did not wish to fail. Darkseid’s wrath was well known and those who suffered it rarely came back to tell the tale. So Strange wanted to make sure that J’onn and his people would be smears on the rocks.

So I promised Strange that I would come along with the Hyperclan and personally see to the end of my brother. It would be easy to track down J’onn with me coming along though I wouldn’t let Strange know that. Unknown to him and Darkseid there was a psychic link between members of the Martian Royal Family. It had been that way for centuries. A well-kept secret that would now be used to my advantage.

J’onn was dead and he didn’t even know it yet.

“I’m glad to see you and cabal made it here safely,” Circe said as she sat down plates of food for everyone at the rickety round wooden table, “I was beginning to think that Darkseid’s forces had finally gotten the better of you all.”

“Not a chance,” Atom smiled.

“I think I speak for everyone here when I say that we have no clue why we’re here,” Constantine said as he took a long drag from his cigarette. The items were very hard to come by and it usually took Constantine a great deal of time to buy them on the black market. So when he did get the items he indulged in them quite heavily.

“Shame on you J’onn. You didn’t tell them anything?” Circe asked as she passed around wooden cups to everyone at the table.

J’onn gave Constantine a dark look. The warlock always had a way of being entirely too blunt in any given situation, “No. I felt it would be better if we discussed everything here.”

“It’s not good to keep your charges in the dark,” Circe advised.

Poison Ivy put a hand over J’onn’s and looked lovingly at him, “I’ve been telling the boy that for years.”

Circe laughed, “You and I both know the only women that are paid any attention to on this planet are the Amazons.”

“I think we skipped over a crucial point. Why are we here?” Constantine asked with a hint of annoyance in his voice.

“We are here because I finally think it’s time we strike a heavy blow against Darkseid,” J’onn replied.

Clayface nearly yelled with delight, “It’s about time. We’ve been sitting on our asses for years!”

“Yeah, I’m with Clayface. We should have hit the Big D a long time ago,” Captain Atom added.

“I see you have an eager group of warriors. Maybe they won’t be so eager after I tell them our idea,” Circe smiled as she poured out everyone’s drinks. “We want to sink Thymscira.”

Constantine’s cigarette dropped out of his mouth and hit the floor. Poison Ivy’s eyes went wide with shock. Clayface shifted his mouth into a very over exaggerated frown.

“Not so eager anymore are we?” J’onn asked.

“And how the hell do the two of you intend to do that? The Amazons are some of Darkseid’s fiercest warriors,” Constantine reminded sharply.

Neither J’onn nor Circe had time to answer the question as the door was blown open to reveal A-Mortal of the Hyperclan, “You won’t have to worry about the answer to that question. You’ll all be dead before you have a chance too.”

Seeing my brother filled with a mix of emotions. Admittedly, I was sure all I would feel was hate. J’onn had jeopardized our people and now he was jeopardizing my plans of producing an army to oppose Darkseid. I should have rid myself of him a long time ago, but some misbegotten love for my brother stayed my hand. Now it had come to this.

It didn’t take long before the battle between J’onn’s allies and the Hyperclan spilled out into the street. When my brother caught my eyes well then I knew the battle had truly begun.

“Still a dog of Darkseid I see,” J’onn said disappointed as he landed on the ground in front of his brother.

Malefic could barely contain his anger, “I protect our people. You sought out our annihilation by dare trying to openly challenge Darkseid. Your foolishness caused all of this!”

“I would rather see our people fall than to be slaves!” J’onn screamed.

“That is why you were never fit to be Emperor,” Malefic snapped as he ran forward and punched J’onn across the jaw.

The prophet went flying through the air and slammed into a wall sending a big plume of dust into the air. Malefic quickly pounced on his brother through the dust and pounded away at him relentlessly.

“I swear on the graves of my ancestors that I have always ruled our people with the best of intent,” Malefic said as he lifted J’onn up from the dirt and pulled him in close so that he could whisper, “I fight for them in ways you do not know.”

With that he tossed J’onn through the air and right smack into Clayface who had been battling Armek and Primaid. The two bodies collided and Clayface’s loose form wrapped itself around J’onn. The temporary distraction was all that Armek needed to unleash a blast that was able to explode Clayface into a thousand pieces.

“It’ll be a little bit before he pulls back together,” Primaid joked.

“And it’ll be a bit before you get up,” Constantine replied as he snapped his fingers and fire erupted over the two Martian’s bodies. The two aliens writhed in pain and fell to the ground in agony.

“You told them our secret!” Malefic screamed in rage at the unconscious J’onn.

With his telepathy the Martian ruler reached out to Constantine’s mind and sent out waves of suicidal thoughts. Constantine tried to fight off the thoughts, but he couldn’t. His mind just wasn’t powerful enough.

“I hate myself. I just want to die. I’m worthless,” Constantine grumbled pathetically as his body began to glow and energy overtook him. It was only seconds later that his body exploded and sent energy outwards. Poison Ivy, Protex, A-Mortal, and Fluxus were all caught and killed in the explosion.

“Monster!” Captain Atom roared as he went flying towards Malefic. Zum and Tronix cut his charge short. The speedster beat him across the face with a lead pipe while Tronix blasted him from behind with her heat beams. The two members of Hyperclan underestimated Atom’s sheer will and power. Reaching behind him he grabbed Tronix by her arm and slammed her into Zum. Then with incredible strength he punched straight through the two Martians.

“It seems your Hyperclan has proven less than useful,” Deacon Strange complained as he prepared to finish off the remainder of J’onn’s forces.

“Darkseid should have taken care of my brother on his own! I have lost valuable soldiers here,” Malefic groaned.

“I shall protect you Emperor!” Zenturion exclaimed as he transformed his Omni-Arm into a large cannon and began to barrage the heroes with giant glowing blue globules. The blasts were ripping apart the street and driving people out of their homes in fear.

“Your Emperor needs no protection you failure!” Malefic screamed as he transformed his hand into a giant knife and sent it through Zenturion’s skull.

Deacon Strange looked at Malefic flabbergasted, “You rash fool! He could have covered our escape!”

“Oh there will be no escape for you two today,” Circe said, “J’onn told me of a place that I think will be most appropriate for the two of you.”

Circe’s hands began to glow and a white portal opened above Malefic and Deacon Strange. They felt their bodies become light as they were being drawn upwards into the portal.

“The Still Zone is just the place for two bickering fools like yourselves,” Circe said, “I hope you enjoy the stay.”