The spaceship's alarm blared, the sound echoing through every corridor as red warning lights flashed. Outside the room, squads of reinforcements gathered, armed with advanced weapons and heavy armor. When they realized the situation inside was spiraling out of control, the troops stormed in, determined to neutralize the intruder by any means necessary.
However, these troops were never meant to be the main plan. They were a fallback, a safety net in case the real trap—the force field cage—failed.
The force field wasn't some last-minute idea hastily thrown together. The captain had anticipated this scenario long before the confrontation. His plan had been meticulous: lure someone from the mysterious alliance aboard, someone high-ranking and dangerous. If diplomacy failed, they would trap the individual using the force field and overwhelm them with other specialized weapons.
The force field was supposed to be foolproof. It was strong enough to restrain even the most powerful beings. Earlier, when The Flash demonstrated his incredible speed in his skirmish with Bishop, some of the ship's officers had suggested reevaluating the plan. The Flash's performance had been terrifying—his movements so fast that he seemed more like a phantom than a person.
But the captain, confident in the trap he had designed, refused to change the strategy. "No need to panic," he had said. "Speed won't matter if he's locked inside the cage." Even if The Flash somehow avoided stepping into the force field, the captain believed their army of well-equipped soldiers would eventually overpower him. After all, no matter how fast someone was, they were still just one person.
What the captain failed to understand was that The Flash wasn't just fast—he was something else entirely. The crew's only point of comparison was Bishop's speed, which, while impressive, was still measurable and understandable. The Flash, however, operated on a level they couldn't even begin to comprehend.
Now, as the reinforcements charged into the room, they moved with purpose, each wielding weapons specifically designed for combat against high-speed threats. Two soldiers in the lead carried strange devices that looked like launchers, their barrels glowing ominously as they prepared to fire.
But The Flash didn't wait to find out what those devices did. In the blink of an eye, he was moving. His red suit blurred as he dashed forward, weaving through the soldiers like a gust of wind. The air seemed to crackle with energy as he struck, delivering precise punches and kicks.
Before the troops even realized he was there, they were down. The two with the glowing weapons were sent sprawling, their devices clattering uselessly to the ground. Others were left groaning, their armor dented and shattered from the force of The Flash's blows.
The room fell silent except for the faint hum of energy lingering in the air. The Flash stood in the center, his golden lightning arcing across his body. Without hesitating, he turned and dashed out of the room, leaving behind a trail of destruction.
His goal was simple: take over the entire ship. If anyone stood in his way, they would be dealt with just as easily. The plan forming in his mind was straightforward: disable every enemy and leave just enough survivors to interrogate later.
As he raced through the corridors, two more squads appeared ahead. But they didn't even have time to react. By the time they registered the red blur closing in, The Flash had already moved through them. He struck with devastating precision, and one by one, they dropped to the floor, unconscious. Their weapons never even had a chance to fire.
Suddenly, a massive shadow filled the passageway, blocking his path. The figure was enormous, standing tall enough to nearly scrape the ceiling. It was Dewan Stone, the fleet's strongest warrior. His presence exuded power, and his heavily armored body shimmered faintly, protected by an advanced force field.
The Flash didn't hesitate. He charged forward, his fist cocked back, ready to deliver a blow powerful enough to shatter steel. His punch connected squarely with Dewan's chest—only to be met with an unexpected resistance.
Dewan didn't budge. Instead, a ripple of energy spread across his armor, absorbing the impact and deflecting The Flash's attack. The recoil sent The Flash flying backward. He crashed into the metal wall behind him with a deafening clang, sparks showering the air around him.
"Ha! You thought you could just waltz through here?" Dewan's voice boomed through the corridor. "You've met your match! I'm Dewan Stone, the strongest in the fleet!"
He raised one massive hand, summoning a wave of distorted energy that shot toward The Flash. The attack was fast, but The Flash was faster. Before the wave could hit, he darted to the side, moving like a streak of lightning. The energy blast struck the wall behind him, tearing a massive hole through the ship's hull.
The Flash skidded to a stop, assessing his opponent. Dewan wasn't just strong—he was heavily armored, protected by layers of reinforced plating and a powerful force field. His strikes were destructive enough to tear through the ship itself. The Flash realized he couldn't rely on brute force alone.
Dewan charged, his fists swinging like wrecking balls. The narrow passage left little room to maneuver, but The Flash ran up the wall, defying gravity. He sprinted parallel to the floor, his movements so fast that he seemed to vanish and reappear.
As Dewan swung again, The Flash phased through the wall, disappearing completely. For a moment, the passage was silent. Then, on the outer surface of the spaceship, The Flash reappeared. He sprinted along the ship's hull, his golden lightning leaving a streak of light against the darkness of space.
In a split second, he phased back into the corridor, reentering from a different angle. This time, he landed directly in front of Dewan, his fist inches from the alien's face.
Dewan froze, his wide eyes filled with shock. The Flash's speed wasn't just physical—it was tactical, strategic, and unstoppable. For the first time, Dewan felt fear.
This man isn't just fast, he thought, his body trembling. He's a ghost.