The United Nations building stands as a beacon to the United States, and to the rest world, as the hope that a global peace is possible. This is a place where all the representatives and leaders of the world can meet and try to settle their differences without having to move to the threat of war. Arguments and talks over many things had been discussed here. But things had become tense when Bush started his war on terror, and blew the crap out Sadam's reign over Iraq. Many were threatening to pull their troops out, while Bush wanted to keep troops in.
Today, however, wasn't about the war in Iraq or the other problems of the world we know. Today, they were arguing about the fact that three super villains had emerged from nowhere, taken down the only man who could stop them, and now had control over the metropolis of Go City. One question was the most obvious over this collection of cultural difference. How do you stop something that as powerful as Superman?
"The choice is clear! We must launch a full scale attack on these attackers!" one representative shouted to the whole collection of representatives.
"These are American civilians they are holding hostage! They are being held against their will in their own homes as we speak. If we attack, we might kill them, or they will!" the president shouted to the gathered people.
"They have ignored all channels of communication. We have to find a way to negotiate."
"No! America will not negotiate with terrorists. Foreign or domestic!" the president said.
"You just said we can't attack because of the hostages. Now you're telling us you won't negotiate to release the hostages. Make up your mind, Mr. President!" another representative shouted.
The whole delegation of the United Nations started agreeing with the representative. The president had backed himself into a corner and now had to find a way to pull himself out of it. What was he going to do? One thing was for sure, and he had been saying it since 9/11. The United States will not negotiate with terrorists. The president looked at all the gathered deligates and let a deep sigh.
"My fellow delegates, the United States will not tolerate terror of any kind. Therefore, I have decided that"
Before the president could finish, internal alarms were blaring all around them. Steel doors slammed into place over every single exit and were magnetically sealed closed. The delegates were starting to become concerned while the president told one of his Secret Service men to try and find out what was going on.
Outside, armed guards and soldiers from just about every country were opening fire on the three people that literally just walked in through the front doors. All three of them just smiled at the armed soldiers while they shot at them with each bullet that hit them merely bouncing off of them like they were rubber.
"Okay, break bones and shut them up. No killing." Zod said as they advanced on them.
Zod walked up to two soldiers that were firing every single round they had in their automatic rifles at her. The kept their fingers anchored on their triggers, even when she only two feet from them. Zod reached forward and clamped the barrels of the rifles closed while the two soldiers just glanced at their weapons. Zod grabbed them by the collars of their uniforms and lifted them up into the air.
"Is that honestly the best you two wussies have?" Zod asked.
Faster than anyone could blink, Zod bashed their skulls together and let their unconscious bodies drop to the floor.
Monkey Fist and Junior were grabbing guns and ripping them in half as they threw soldiers through walls, ceiling, or threw them halfway across the rooms and halls. Soldiers who had seen combat and hell like you wouldn't believe were being thrown through plaster and slamming against pillars like leaves on the breeze. None of them could fight against the tree walking titans that were dismantling the supposed might of different countries. Even the U.S. Army and Secret Service were being torn apart at the seems.
"This is Agent Johnson! Perimeter is not secured! Protect the President! I repeat: Protect – AAAAAGGGGGHHHHH!" The Secret Service agent screamed as Monkey Fist lifted him in the air and brought the center of his spine in contact with his knee cap, letting a sickening snap echo across the halls of loud gun fire and screaming men. Monkey Fist then just threw to the ground and walked over him as the three made their way to their destination.
"Protect the delegates! Get them out of here now!" different agents were shouting as everything was going to hell outside the large conference room.
The only problem with the safety measures of the United Nations building is when all the exits are closed, all exits sealed off. Only certain people and agents are given a code that will open secret escape passages. Sad to say is that the agents who knew the code were getting their butts handed to them outside the conference room. That's when everybody in the room started to hear the sounds. They looked at the main entrance and saw that the steel door was begging to bend and groan from the attacks outside. The attackers were about to break through the barrier!
"All Agents line up! Protect these people at all costs! Shoot to kill!" the head of the secret service said as every single armed agent and bodyguard gathered fifteen feet from the door and had their weapons aimed and ready.
After two minutes of hearing the door being hammered and disfigured, the attack stopped. The guards still stood motionless with their weapons drawn. They had been trained to protect vip's under any condition and no matter what threat they were up against. They knew where their loyalties were and would fight to the death for their duty. Too bad their training didn't include super powered villains.
The entire wallexploded in a large burst of dust, wreckage, and bright green plasma fire as smoke and dust from the massive blast blinded the armed soldiers. Before they could refocus their eyes, a wind that would be strong enough to consider a hurricane sent every single armed escort and guard flying backwards and hitting the large wall of the conference room. The delegates just looked on without even so much as letting out a single breath as they saw a green skin woman slowly and confidently walk down the steps and to the podium where the president had been earlier. Behind her were two men in black, with one being tall and somewhat skinny while the other was young, broad, and muscle bound.
The woman stood in the center of the floor and looked all around with a slight smirk on her face. Some people were huddled together, while others still stayed at their own seats. She looked at the entire room and just let out one loud laugh, like she had just heard the world's funniest joke.
"So this is the United Nations of the world. I haven't seen such a sorry sight since I kicked my brother's asses all across Go City. I will tell all of you this. You have saved me one hell of a massive road trip.
"I am Zod, you're new ruler. You have seen a demonstration of the abilities of my friends and I. You're great hero, Superman, has been taken out of the equation, and Team Go now lies in intensive care. And as for Global Justice? Well, just take a look at your brave soldiers and you'll get some clue to what we did." Zod told them, almost drunk on the fact that she had these people where she wanted them.
"What do you want with us?" one man asked.
"It's simple. The world! And all of you bowing to me!" Zod said, dropping her joking attitude.
"That is propostorus! We will not bow down to someone making threats! Let alone a woman!" the delegate from China told her.
Before the man could even blink, Shego was in front of him and had one hand wrapped around his throat in a vice like grip. The man began turning red in the face and began sputtering as he tried to breath, but Zod just slowly started to tighten her grip on the man's windpipe.
"Wrong move dip stick!" Zod growled and threw him over the podium and landed onto one of the unconscious guards.
Zod went to the podium and looked at the rest of the gathered delegates.
"Okay, we'll make this short. You will all turn control of each and every country over to me as Supreme ruler. In return, I'll let you all live. If you even try to protest, every single city in the known world will look like Sodom and Gomorra. And I will personally string every single one of you upside down by your balls and make you watch! Starting with the United States." Zod said as she locked her gaze on the President of the United States. "The rest of the world now literally lies with your decision. You alone will decide the planet Earth's fate, and everyone will hold you responsible. So what's it going to be you Son of a Bush?" Zod asked him.
The President slowly stood and looked at his surroundings, He looked at all the chaos and destruction that these three people had caused. They weren't even out of breath and could probably do much worse than this. He knew the United States wouldn't negotiate with any hostile force, but now the lives of countless billions were on his shoulders. He looked at Zod with her impatient look, and he looked at the rest of the people who were scared out of their wits and waiting his decision. He slowly walked in front of the green skinned woman, and kneeled in front of her on one knee.
"Oh God, forgive me." He said to himself.
Zod just smiled as she saw the supposed most powerful man in the U.S. kneel in front of her with a look of total defeat. The world was now hers to do with as she pleased.
"What now, Miss Zod?" Junior asked her.
"We let everyone know who the boss is now. You know, I think I'll call myself The Supreme One. I always liked the way that sounded." Zod said as she turned and saw the seal of the United Nations hanging on the wall behind her. In one blast of heat vision, the shield shattered and fell into a pile of pieces in front of her.
"Wade, we've been at this for three days! How much longer?" Ron asked as he hobbled away from a circuit board while the Wade Bot was trying to weld part of the internal parts together.
"I don't know Ron. We were lucky I was able to get as much information as I did. GJ's entire system is down, and it was a miracle alone that I was able to repair just a little bit of it." Wade told him over the video link on the monitor head of the robot.
"What about that Drakken guy? He built one of these things before. So why don't we ask for his help?" Tara asked as she tried to sort out some of the mess on the laser, but wasn't having that much luck. Whatever Shego and the others did, they made sure that putting this thing wasn't going to be easy to put back together.
"No deal there, Tara. Ron's the one that fried Drakken's hair off, and threw him into A Global Justice cell. Besides, he's till in recovery from that emergency surgery." Wade told them.
"Whoa, what emergency surgery?" Ron asked him.
"Remember how bad Kim kicked him?" Wade asked him.
"Yeah." Ron said.
"Well, Shego hit him so hard that one went into his body cavity while the other one popped like a water balloon." Wade said and caused Ron to wince.
"Oh man! Not even Bonnie is that sadistic." Ron said as he went back to work with the print out Wade gave him.
"You'd be surprised, Ron." Tara said, causing both boys to give Tara a weird look.
"I'm not even going to ask." Wade said and went back to work.
"Me either." Ron said.
They worked on the giant laser all through the night and into the next morning. The Wade bot was recharging while Tara was sound asleep on the Senior's couch. Ron was still trying to work on the laser, but didn't even know half of what he was doing. He had been going on coffee and caffeine loaded soda's most of the time they were there. Now the lack of sleep and the crash from his sugar and caffeine high had him almost like a living zombie. His eyes were blood shot, and dark rings could clearly be seen.
Ron's mind was running on fumes that he didn't even know what he was saying, let alone his actions.
"Got to fixie the big baddy laser. Need to be Super doper and beat Zodd. You know, I liked having X-ray eyes. Cause I was able to see what cute butt Shego have. Not as cute as KP's. Maybe laser needs drink." Ron said and poured what was left of his soda on an exposed circuit board.
The board began to smoke and sparked a few times before part of the machine blew a panel off and a puff of dark smoke began to bellow out.
"Aw shit." Ron said before sleep took over his brain and collapsed to the floor.
After a few moment's, a velvet painting of a little man began to shake before the painting itself began to melt and shift into a moving ball. The ball began to shift and change color as it floated to the laser, and then molded itself into the shape of a small man before it exploded in a flash of light. Instead of a mix of a brass frame and velvet, a little man in a purple suit and bowler floated to the ground and looked at the laser.
"Holy crow, you gotta be joking me." The little man said as he glanced at the two sleeping humans and deactivated droid.
He slowly walked over to the two and let out a deep sigh. He saw how badly banged up Ron still was as he slept, and shook his head.
"Aw man, Kid. Even if you somehow got this thing fixed, you probably wouldn't survive it." The little man said as he looked at the laser again.
He jumped up and seemed to be sitting on thin air as he looked at the laser and the trio in deep thought. It took a few more glances at the sleeping young people. He let out another deep sigh as he looked at the laser again. He glanced at Ron and let out a small groan.
"You're going to owe me one for this kid. And I thought ol' blue boy was the only one that would do anything to help." The little man said and snapped his fingers.
Like a tape going in reverse, parts and circuits of the laser seemed to be repairing itself and flying toward each other. Each part was reconnecting itself to the desired location as wires fused themselves back together again. Panels were attaching themselves over exposed parts of the large machine and covered them. In a matter of minutes, the laser was fully repaired and restored. If anyone else had been there, they would have sworn it was a brand new machine. The little man smiled at his handiwork and glanced back at the sleeping people.
"Now go save the world kid. It's going in a hand basket." The little man said to them as he snapped his fingers, and disappeared in a blast of white light.
Ron was having one of the strangest dreams in his life. He kept seeing flashes of him as Superman, him and Kim on missions. He was seeing images of them on their dates, and both of them falling in love at the prom. All of them were rushing together and becoming blurred. That's when he bolted his eyes open and sat up. He looked out one of the windows and saw that dawn was coming fast. He just let out a groan as he rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. That meant he had more work to do on the laser.
He looked up, and his eyes became wide as saucers as his jaw fell slack. The Wade bot soon came online and looked at the sight Ron was seeing. The laser was finished.
"Ron? D-Did you do that?" Wade asked him.
"N-no. I-I thought you and Tara did it." Ron told him.
"Did what? Holy Crap!" Tara said as she saw the laser.
"If we didn't finish repairing it, then who did?" Wade asked.
That's when Ron noticed something on the laser. A small purple note with the words
"To the boy scout."
Ron took the letter that was tapped onto the laser, and began to read it.
"You owe me one kid. I told you I was going to be the one friend you were going to need. Now what are you doing reading this letter? Hurry up and go save the day. Give that cute red headed girl friend of yours a pinch on the butt for me.
M."
"What's that Ron?" Wade asked him.
"A friend helped us out. Wade, you and Tara get the laser ready." Ron said as he made his way to the front of it.
"You're going to have to do itself yourself, Wade. Make sure there's enough power for two." Tara said as she joined Ron.
"Wait a minute Tara, this is dangerous!" Ron said as he tried to stop her.
"Ron, that bitch hurt Josh! They don't know if he'll wake up!" Tara said to him with tears in her eyes.
"Tara, you don't want to do this if it's just revenge. It's not worth it." Ron told her.
"Ron, you need me! You can't go up against them alone. Ron, two against three is better than three against one. Ron, please. I want to help you." Tara told him, pleaded with him as tears began to fall.
Ron looked down for a minute, deep in thought. He glanced up and saw she was pleading with him with her eyes. Finally, he looked over at the Wade bot.
"Fire it up for two people." Ron said.
"Are you sure about this, Ron?" he asked them.
"I'm sure." Ron said as they stepped in front of the laser.
Tara stood in front of the giant cannon, and looked as Wade adjusted it and aimed it straight at them. Tara began to shake as she heard the machine began to hum as power began to flow through it. Ron held her hand and gently squeezed it to let her know she would be all right.
"All right guys. Two minutes until it fires." Wade said as the barrel of the laser began to glow a faint blue.
Discover where your strength and your power are needed. Always hold in your heart, the pride of your special heritage.
"Ron, how long does it take to recover?" Tara asked him.
"Three weeks, but they'll fly by." Ron told her.
"Really?" Tara asked him.
"Don't worry. I'm speaking from experience. You won't even know how much time has gone by." Ron told her.
"And the Wade bot will keep a close eye on you while you recover." Wade said as the blue light got bigger a brighter.
They can be a great people, Kal-El, if they wish to be. They only lack the light to show the way.
"I'm scared." Tara told him.
"Don't worry, it'll only hurt for a little bit." Ron told her.
For this reason above all, their capacity for good; I have sent them you.
The light got bright as the machine's noise reached a high pitch. Tara squeezed Ron's hand for dear life as both closed their eyes as the laser fired.
My only son.