My powers are more dangerous than any Superhuman on the planet. I was born with the ability to control gravity. But over time, as my powers grew, Itheu caught the attention of a sentient creature that resided in the Sun's solar energy. The creature was dying, and needed a symbiotic host. I agreed and my powers became that of the universe itself.

I became the hero known as Galaxy. I was capable of creating meteors and asteroids to crash into my enemies, unleash piwerful bursts of Solar energy and radiation. My gravity powers could create miniature supernovas and black holes.

I lost control of my abilities during an eclipse. The supernova was too large and destroyed an entire city. I was thrown into the Verge, a prison for Superhumans built with power dampeners. It felt as if I couldn't breathe, the dampeners draining the solar and celestial energy in my body. Even the being bonded to me became lethargic. Days passed that became weeks, then months. Maybe a few years, but with the windowless, darkened cell, it was hard to tell the pasage of time.

I was surprised when I heard the steady hum of the dampeners in the measurements of my cell go silent. Moreso when the door opened and light spilled in. There in the doorway, shrouded in bright orange light was a tall, thin man in a pinstriped suit with a white shirt and red and white striped tie. His hair was brunette and swept to the side, and thick stubble lined his harsh, square jaw. His green eyes scanned over me with a curious gaze.

"Mr. Jones, or do you prefer Galaxy?"

"Call me Galaxy."

"Very well, Galaxy. I represent a new organization created by the President of the United States, one that depends on the assistance of Superhumans. The President has agreed to pardon you if you decide to join a special task force for the organization for a dangerous mission."

"What is it?"

"Doctor Thanatos has stolen plans for a device that will catch onto an asteroid and drag it towards Earth. If it strikes...Well I don't need to tell you what would happen. As a person with powers from space, he believes that you're likely a unique expert on the matter."

"Ok. If it saves lives...I'll do it. On one condition."

"Of course."

"No pardon. I...my powers are too dangerous for the public, I should return here after the mission is completed until the President needs me again."

"Very well, let's go, and I'll let the President know once we're above ground." Stepping into the hallway, I could see that the light was coming from magma outside the window.

"Where are we?"

"Mount Vesuvius, the Verge is run by the UN and EU. And with Pompeii being mostly uninhabited, it was one of the safest places to hold Superhumans. Other prisons are pocated in Antartica and on the moon. Come on, the more time we waste, the greater chance for calamity."