Sometimes you're, well kind of screwed, and when you're surrounded by an army of people with superpowers and they all hate your guts? Well that's one of them. I suppose I could have handled things better, but honestly no one really prepares you for these kind of things. You know, losing your job, being kicked off your planet and having your soul stuffed into the body of a ten foot tall weapon of mass destruction. You know, shit like that. I blame the american educational system, it really never prepared me for the real world.

To be fair though, I kind of asked for this, paid 9 points for it, but you know, I've always been a smartass. So now I'm surrounded by freaked out guards with tanks, jet aircraft, actual super heroes, and their all looking to tear me a new one, right next to me is Mr. Freaking Rogers and I'm negiotiating a surrender, my surrender.

"I have spoken to Mr. Rogers and he has convinced me of the errors of my ways. I wish to defect."

I look over and see three guys with more guts then sense, the man talking infront of the camera man reminds me of Urkel, not familar with the show, well I'm going into it. Point is, someone hit him hard with the dork stick, an asian man sits in a broken down van emptying a flask while a white guy holds the camera with shaky hands. This is my introduction to the entire world. Overall, this could have gone better, a whole lot better.

"Are you surrendering?"

"Yes...it's traditional for the surrendering party to give their sword to a person of authority. The mayor of the city would be sufficient."

I am just pulling this stuff out of my ass.

"It would take some time to get him."

"I am willing to wait."

"We have the PRT here, um we are the warriors and defenders of this world, would you be willing to surrender to us?"

"That would be acceptable, I would need the highest ranked person in the area."

The guns were still pointed at me as they called on bulky cell phones and radios.

"Anything else?"

"It's also traditional for the surrendering party to play a song...then for the superior one to play theirs, the anthems of their respective people."

"What?"

"I am expected to play you the song of my people, well we're not a musical race, is it exceptable if I have my minions play you a song from a world that I once visited."

He blinked.

"Another world?"

"We're not from Earth."

He looked at the others.

"So, um the song?"

"It's from the only world to have ever successfully defeated us, translated into your tongue it is titled 'hopes and dreams save the world'."

Mr. Rogers is being escorted away, I nod at him as he waves goodbye.

"This is fine, but if there are any tricks..."

"I understand, I am willing to wait."

The crowd of heroes kept their eyes on me, a few people looked scared but as time passed they started looking bored, I saw some musicians filter in, they wore military uniforms. A woman in a wheelchair appeared. She looked calm, cool and collected.

"I am the PRT representative."

"Is your band ready?"

They looked at her, the news crew from eariler arrive again.

"Yes."

I had my creations play the song, then I pulled my sword out of my scabbard and got on one knee, I held up the sword both palms up in a pose of supplication. The sword was taken from my hands, when the song ended and the band started playing the national anthem. When it was finished a rather large black van appeared, I held up my hands as I walked into it. I got into the van and they closed the doors. I couldn't see outside, it was solid plate, an armored vehicle. As surrenders go, I think I did a good job. I mean for my first time, not that I plan of making a habit of it.

The inside of the vehical was dark and could feel my minions still outside. I closed my eyes and ordered them to disolve. I sat in the darkness alone as the van moved to some unknown destination. I had no idea what awaited me in the future, but at least I had started right?