Alternia Comics

Novaman flew over the water with his face towards the star. Two years
ago, he would have found the experience delightfully disorienting.
Now, having traveled past many of those stars, it was only second
nature to navigate by them. He craned his neck up and looked ahead to
see that he was right on course, and coming close to his destination.

It was a small island in the Baltic Sea, several hundred miles off the
short coastline of Strysiavania. It's existence was a secret- as was
everyone held there.

Novaman scanned the skies between him and the island. They were still
empty, but he expected that. Streetsweeper's intelligence said that
the first line of defense was waterborne. He flipped around to look
at the black waves some hundred feet beneath him - low enough to avoid
most radar that could detect something his size, but high enough that
he might be missed at his current speed by someone down on the
surface. He wondered briefly if he should be worried at all about
waterborne defenses at this height ...

... and then the three gigantic robotic sea-dragons sprang up out of
the water to loom well over him.

"Ah, well," Novaman mused. "Stealth never was my style."

The middle one lunged forward to try and swallow him whole. Novaman
flew right into its mouth and through the back of its head. The other
two fired some kind of energy blasts from their eyes; Novaman flew to
the right to avoid them, but trailed his hand behind and let it get
grazed by one of them.

"Ah," he said aloud when it barely warmed him. "Plasma. Nice try,
Strys, but you're going to need something hotter than that."

The one he had flown through - not too badly damaged by the small hole
he had left - snaked around to fire at him as well. Novaman flew
straight at it, again, letting the plasma blast smack ineffectively
against his shoulder, and once more into the mechanical beast's mouth.
This time though, Novaman set his hands against the roof of the mouth
and lifted into the air, taking the sea-dragon with him to thrash
helplessly from its head out of the water.

Novaman swung it like a pendulum one way, then the other, and then all
the way around, spinning it's body up over and around its head to
smack it length-wise against the ocean. Hitting the surface of the
water like that from that height was as good as landing against
concrete. Novaman flew out of the thing's mouth and looked down at
its spasmodic twitching - evidence of the mangled inner workings he'd
left it with - and then to the next two who were generating some kind
of net of electricity between them as they came at him

"Huh ... I wonder how they got that to work ..."

Novaman smiled as he realized what was going on. He flew down, this
time, directly into the water to find his suspicion confirmed: the
sea-dragons were joined at the tail. He caught them both where they
were linked and dragged them down until they were fully submerged.
They had kept up the electric net, and were maneuvering to try and
wrap him up in it. He punched into each one a little ways up from the
link, and yanked out some exposed wires.

If he could have underwater, he would have laughed aloud as the two
robots electrocuted themselves in their own net.

Never get too fancy with your gadgets around a superhero whose
alter-ego is a physics teacher.