"One minute until impact, Lieutenant," the pilot said to Issi, who was the perfect picture of poise. "Good," Issi snarled.
"Are you sure you'll be able to kill your own sister?" Katar asked, coming to stand behind her.
"Will you be able to kill the woman your heart desires?" Issi shot back.
"Your sister and my relationship was platonic at best."
"But you'd rather be married to her than me," Issi glared at him through her war mask. Katar said nothing. "Why don't you worry about taking down Earth's Man of Steel?" Issi said.
"Are you certain this Lex Luthor is trustworthy?" Katar asked, staring down at his mace lined with kryptonite.
"No," Issi said with a scoff. "He is very untrustworthy. But I was his jailer last time we were on Earth. All he talked about was how much he hated Superman and all of the different ways he was planning on killing Superman."
"All stop in 3…2…1," the pilot said, all ships coming to an abrupt halt. "Earth up ahead." Issi straightened her gold gauntlets. She gave her husband a rye smile before kissing the underside of his jaw. "Let's go kill my sister."
Carter, or Hawkman, walked the halls of the Watchtower, whistling a merry tune – swinging his mace. He loved it up here. Being that he was big into astrology and astronomy, looking out the windows at the stars was his favorite pastime. Sometimes, he felt so close, he could almost touch them. A gaggle of chatting superheroines walked past him. Of course, the stars weren't the only view-worthy things in the Watchtower. One of the female leaguers, green from head to toe, turned and gave him a sultry wink before walking away with a flirtatious sway to her hips. Oh yeah, he could totally get used to this. He turned to look out a nearby window, his superior eyesight homing in on a flying object. Crap! He flew to the monitor room. Instead of the Martian, Booster Gold stood at the helm. "We need to alert Superman!" Hawkman yelled. "They're here! Thanagarians are here!"
Shayera stood on the balcony, staring up at the early morning sky. Clark and Diana had left around 2 a.m. – 15 minutes ago. "How was your talk with Diana?" she heard from behind her. She turned to face Bruce. "I didn't hear any shouting. Nothing was broken." Shayera smiled as Bruce came closer to her. "We were fi-" Shayera's voice broke. She turned her head towards the sky. The hair on her arms stood up. She could sense them. Lights resembling stars began to appear. "Bruce," she said as he too raised his head to the sky.
"Those aren't shooting stars, are they?" he asked as he followed her gaze.
"No. They're here." As soon as the words left her lips, all hell broke loose.