“So I hope full league intervention won’t be necessary Jonn but . . .” Arthur and Martian Manhunter we’re deep in conversation, trying to come up with some peaceful resolution to the problems facing Atlantis when they were disturbed by an incoming transmission by Superman, requesting immediate teleportation to the Watchtower. Clark sounded odd, Arthur and Jonn exchanging worried glances as the Martian locked onto the Man of Steel’s position. Seconds past, then Superman appeared in a flash of light, his face grave. 

	[I]"I fear the Watchtower may soon become compromised, we need to be on full alert," [/I] warned the Man of Steel, his warning becoming a dire prediction as a mere heartbeat later the Watchtowers surveillance warning lights whined into life, heralding the approach of a menacing looking armada that seemed to blink into existence from hyperspace. Dozens, perhaps hundreds, of ships that looked like the one that had attacked earth earlier surrounded a giant cruiser in the shape of a metallic skull streaming long, grasping tentacles. [I]Skull shaped ships are never a good sign![/I]

	With a growing sense of unease Arthur realised the entire armada was on a collision course with the Watchtower, an unerringly straight path that promised only destruction. While Jonn and Mr Terrific were busy assembling the rest of the league the King of the Sea’s was staring straight out at the fleet, his stern gaze scanning for any weakness in formation or any a sign for a strategy that may give the League an upper hand, but the cosmic invaders were inscrutable. The only avenue was to hit the enemy hard with a multi-faced pre-emptive attack, something he could hear Diana already counselling Superman with. Another reason he admired the Amazonian, she understood that battle was won by the brave. 

	It was a good plan, but looking at the foe Arthur was unsure if it would be enough. Could a handful of heroes stop such a juggernaut as that skull-ship? Would their line in the sand be enough? Arthur hoped so, but he knew that if hopes were fishes then the poor wouldn’t go hungry. 

	“I agree with Diana,” he announced to Clark and Jonn “I’ll take a team of heroes on a javelin and lead the assault squad myself, though I don’t think we should put all our eggs in one basket. Jonn, appraise the worlds governments of what is happening, we should be ready in case the unthinkable happens and we fail here. And please contact Atlantis and tell them their King orders them to marshal the armies, ready to reinforce the surface world. I would do it myself, but I am out of communication range here.” [I]Fortune favours the bold, it is often said. Let us also hope she favours the foolhardy. [/I]