Who: Victor von Doom NPCs: Doombots When: February 15, 2010 Where: Doomstadt, Latveria What: Upon the arrival of Galactus, Doom readies secondary plans Rating: PG
Monitors flickered, showing the action in New York City from several news channels and private feeds. Doom barely glanced at them. He knew from the Surfer that the form they saw was not truly Galactus and so it meant nothing to Victor von Doom. A mirage meant for the minds of mortals, but Doom refused to consider his own mind so.
While others dallied, attempting to damage a creature which existed in a form they could not even comprehend, Doom worked on a contingency plan. There were several plans in the working, one being the Negative Zone gun. Doom had taken Reed's design and improved upon it exponentially. He was fairly certain it would work against this planet eater.
The second plan was housed inside the Negative Zone gun. An extra device that would pay great dividends to Doom, to Latveria, and then to the world. There was no situation so dire that one could not hope to benefit from it.
However, Doom was a rational man, and the possibility had to be considered that the gun would fail. Particularly left in the hands of those incompetent fools. And so one had to consider what to do when your planet is eaten.
Thus the egg-like chamber resting here deep in the dungeons of Doomstadt. It looked to be of darkened steel, like Doom's armor. In fact it was woven together with a substance and an energy heretofore unknown on earth. Modeled on the energy source of the Silver Surfer's power, it was created to in fact be repelled by such force. Doom was certain it would survive any natural calamity resulting from the attack, whether it be falling into the core of the earth itself or being flung into space. He hoped that its unique energy signature and power would cause it to be repelled from Galactus, immune to the touch of its power. If not, Doom would have to move on to other, more desperate plans. They were not ready, not tested, but if it came to it Doom would survive.
An entrance lay open on the survival chamber, a dim, warm light beckoning from within. Doom turned to watch the monitors. It was not time yet. Doom would wait and hope to savor the sweet taste of victory.