Kara, Mon, Brainiac 5, and a platoon of imperial soldiers came upon an Indian village in the Adilabad Forest. Kara sat in the center of the village as a young girl etched a non-permanent tattoo on her hand. The rest of the village sat "Indian style" in front of their queen out of respect and curiosity. The girl sang Indian songs as she did her work. Kara smiled condescendingly at the girl's singing and artwork. Kara eyed the artwork of a swan on her hand.
"Thank you for your gift of painting and song," Kara said gently.
Barking hunting dogs interrupted the peace and tranquility of the village. A hunting party led by Mon brought several dead deer into the village and placed them on a wooden pallet. The Indian villagers dispersed, disgusted by the sight of it. "Really, Mon?" Kara sighed.
Mon emerged from the forest in his Insane ceremonial armor, with a plasma rifle in his hand, and smoking a cigar like a boss. "A good day of hunting?" Kara asked dismayed.
"Yes, it was," Mon confirmed.
"Can you believe it?" Kara asked showing the artwork on her hand.
"Yeah...it's amazing," Mon rolled his eyes. "Who's the artist?"
Kara gestured to the girl. "What? This little girl?" Mon scoffed.
"I've been waiting all day for you. Do you even remember why we're here?" Kara asked him.
"Have you?" Mon questioned. "Barney, why the fuck are we here?"
"We're here to arrest the tribal leader," he reminded him.
"Quite right. Arrest the bastard," Mon ordered his men. They found him in a hut meditating. He was a short bald man with a white mustache. As he was surrounded, he put up resistance in the form of his words.
"I fought the caste system, but you still cannot touch this. Slumdog skillionaire, first name messiah, raps so hot, I spit yoga fire," he said to impress them.
"I'm the queen of civil rights from the city to suburbia, no shoes, no shirt, but I'm still going to serve you. Make you swallow your words, so you can break the fast, then thank God almighty you can eat at last. I admire the way you fought the British power, but I have a dream one day you'll take a shower. Like the H in your name, you ought to remain silent," Kara told him off.
"With protests and women, the same advice goes, always stay away from the hoe," he said to them all referring to Kara.
"I have so much street cred, they write my name on the signs. I'd ring you for tech support, but I got a no-bell prize," Kara mocked. "Brother, we have more beef than one of your sacred cows, but I'm about to beat you so hard right now."
"I'm passively resisting the fact that you suck. I am celibate because I don't give a fuck," he replied.
Kara signaled for his men to arrest the tribal leader, beat the shit out of him, and carry him away quickly before the village could revolt against them. As the tribal leader resisted, a sergeant was about to shoot him.
"Sergeant!" Mon shouted at him.
"Sir," he said as he stopped what he was about to do.
"That plasma cell in your pistol was manufactured in England with drone workers and English precious metals. It crossed the seven seas to get here. And you want to waste its battery life on this piece of shit?" Mon asked him.
"What the fuck?" Kara mouthed amazed at him.
"Find another way," Mon ordered him.
The Imperial soldiers took out their batons and beat the tribal leader down until he stopped "resisting" and threw him into a truck. The Imperial convoy then took off with the tribal leader leaving the deer hunt for the people to snack on.
Outskirts of Delhi
The arrest of the tribal leader created a PR disaster for the Imperial regime in India. Thousands of protesters surrounded an MP Imperial outpost. They prevented any supplies from entering the outpost and pushed against the gates. Imperial soldiers in riot gear stood at attention with only a weak-ass fence in front of them. "Release our leader!" the protesters shouted referring to the tribal leader that had been arrested.
The protesters pushed and pulled on the fence nearly taking it down. A rock was thrown over the fence and hit a picture of Kara placed above the door of the MP station. The framed picture fell to the ground with the glass broken. The MP commander eyed the perpetrator, the only Indian among thousands wearing an easily identifiable red shirt.
"Arrest that bastard!" the MP commander ordered. "And bring him to me."
No-nonsense MP officer, Sergeant Raju, rose to the challenge, jumped over the fence, and went over the red-shirt man. With just a baton, he beat the shit out of dozens of protesters as he was swarmed. Despite being manhandled by the crowd, Raju continued to beat fools with extreme prejudice. With super-human endurance, he continued his way toward the red-shirt man. With the determination of a machine, Raju whacked anyone and everyone around him that got in his way.
The other Imperials watched in amazement as Raju climbed a tower, allowed it to collapse onto a crowd, and then pushed an entire crowd off a ridge. Raju kept smashing his way through the crowd until he finally reached the red-shirt man. He took the red-shirt man closer to the outpost as he tore through the crowd with his martial arts and baton. Raju then forced the red-shirt man through the gate where he was formally arrested. Raju then splashed his face with water to make himself presentable and went back to his post like a boss. For his trouble, Raju's uniform was a bit disheveled, and he had a cut above his left eye. On the other side of the fence, several dozen people were still on the ground severely beaten.
Imperial Base-Delhi
In a ceremony, all the MP officers were gathered in a formation. Brainiac 5 supervised a human general who was giving out awards. "Out of seventy-five enlisted candidates, three have been selected for officer cadet school. They are Philip Anderson, Charles Langford, Frank Poole," the general read out. "As for the rest of you, better luck next year. Now, disperse."
Feeling left out and discriminated against, Raju went to the gym to vent his frustration. Pissed off, he destroyed the punching bag after several punches. Brainiac 5 took note of Raju but made no comment. It would require more than brute strength to prove Raju was ready to be an officer.
In the governor's office, Brainiac 5 had a meeting with an Indian Lt. Governor, Mr. Edwards. "Queen Kara and Prince Mon are not here. You will speak to me," Brainiac 5 said to him.
"When Her Highness and His Highness visited Adilabad recently, they arrested a tribal leader. It is the opinion of my office that you return him to his village," he said boldly.
"Why?" Brainiac 5 questioned.
"Even if you oppress these people, they won't raise their voice. But they have a trait. They like staying in herds like sheep. If one lamb goes missing, it causes them distress," Lt. Gov. Edward said.
"I have analyzed the threat assessment of this village as super-easy, barely an inconvenience to handle," Brainiac 5 said.
"Don't misunderstand me. I am merely telling you what I know," Lt. Gov. Edward backed down.
"Of course. The tribe will be under observation, but I will not let our prisoner go," Brainiac 5 replied.
The tribal leader was brought into a courtroom with Brainiac 5 presiding as the judge. Kara was on her throne chair observing the proceedings. The room was packed with interested Imperial officers. "To the charge of elderly neglect resulting in the death of your father, indecent exposure to adults and minors, sexual assault involving daily enemas, sexual abuse of minors, sexual slavery of minors, indecent incestuous relationship with your grandniece, physical assault of minors, adultery, and rejecting medical care for your wife leading to her death how do you plead?"
"Piece of shit," Kara said, shaking her head.
"I simply cannot bear to look at Queen Kara's face. The expression is often like that on the face of a meek cow and gives one the feeling as a cow occasionally does, that in her own dumb manner, she is saying something," he replied.
"Motherfucker," Kara glared as she stood up. The Imperial officers were ready to pounce on the tribal leader and beat his ass.
"Order, we will have order," Brainiac 5 ordered everyone. "Guilty or not guilty," he said to the defendant.
"Not guilty," he rolled his eyes.
"Your Honor, the defendant insists on a vegan diet except for milk which must be goat milk," his defense attorney said. "And that goat milk must be fresh, Your Honor."
"The Court will accommodate this request," Brainiac 5 allowed.
"He also insists that young boys and girls be placed in his bed to test his vow of chastity as well as theirs," the defense attorney continued.
"The Court...cannot accommodate this request," Brainiac 5 denied.
"My client is seriously ill. He's been fasting for years, is losing his teeth, has no hair, and is chronically constipated," the defense attorney said.
"The Court will give fair and adequate access to medical care," Brainiac 5 assured him.
"My client requires nude massages with lime juice and mustard oil from underage girls," the defense attorney continued.
"The Court cannot accommodate...this request," Brainiac 5 denied.
"If my client's demands are not met, he will appeal, Your Honor," the defense attorney warned.
"As is his right," Brainiac 5 allowed.
"Wait...what the fuck is wrong with you, two?" Kara shouted, out of turn.
"Your Majesty, I'm just doing my job," the defense attorney said defensively.
"No, fuck yourself," Kara yelled at him.
"Order, we will have order," Brainiac 5 said as the room exploded into shouting and cursing. "Due to the seriousness of these charges, bail is denied. Your right to a speedy trial will be observed by this Court."
As the defendant was taken away, Kara noticed something a short distance away.
On a bridge, a train derailed with fuel tankers falling into a river and exploding. The river was full of fuel and fire with a young boy in the middle of it all on a boat. Raju, while off-duty, was on the bridge when it happened. He coordinated with another man named Bheem to rescue the boy. The two met on the bridge with Raju on a horse and Bheem on a motorcycle. They attached ropes to each other's midsections and then leaped off the bridge at high speed. As they swung toward each other, Bheem grabbed the boy off the boat and into the air while Raju swung toward him with an Indian flag. The two exchanged what they had with Raju taking the boy and Bheem taking the flag. Raju threw the boy onto the safe beach while Bheem was shielded by the flames by the flag. The two then swung toward each other and grasp hands to stop their movement. The two untied each other, fell into the water below the flames, and then walked on the river bottom like a boss.
Supergirl flew toward the disaster with sonic booms. She eyed the Indians celebrating Raju and Bheem in dramatic style. The Indians formed a giant human pyramid and brought Raju and Bheem to the top. Understanding the situation, Kara decided not to steal their thunder and circled away. She would clean up the oil spill, the raging fires, the dead fish, and the destroyed bridge at a later time.
From that point on, Raju and Bheem had an unbreakable purely platonic bromance. Both men would be hopelessly lost in the sauce as to their respective missions. Raju still wanted to be the best MP in the empire and Bheem wanted to free his tribal leader from trial. As such they read, hiked, played with goats, rode motorcycles, raced trains, and engaged in tug-of-war games with children. As their trust increased, they started doing air squats with each other on their shoulders.
Meanwhile, Kara was organizing a large party at the palace with gardens, lights, fireworks, and security everywhere while the trial continued.
In the courthouse, the prosecution laid out their case against the tribal leader bringing forth a number of witnesses. The first witness was one of his female companions. "What is the defendant's typical diet?" the prosecutor asked.
"Nuts, grains, fruits, and vegetables in small quantities," she said.
"What is the reason for this veganism?" the prosecutor asked.
"To curb his sex drive. It's quite formidable," she said.
"And does this diet cause chronic constipation?" the prosecutor asked.
"Yes, he would often be on the toilet for hours at a time," she said.
"And did the defendant order you and other female companions of his to visit him while he was on the toilet?" the prosecution asked.
"Yes," she replied.
"Objection, relevance?" the defense attorney asked.
"It's obvious sexual harassment to order someone to visit you while you take a shit," the prosecutor said.
"The witness is a nurse, and this is all medically confidential," the defense attorney argued.
"She's not a registered nurse so confidentiality doesn't apply," the prosecutor replied.
"Move on," Brainiac 5 ordered the prosecution.
"Did the defendant drink milk directly from a goat's teat?" the prosecutor asked.
"Objection, relevance?" the defense attorney questioned.
The night of the party, Raju had suspicions that Bheem was up to something. After interrogating some of the people in Bheem's inner circle, he discovered that Bheem was a revolutionary trying to free the tribal leader. Raju then faked an injury to gain Bheem's sympathy, and, at that moment, Bheem spilled the beans as to his plan and loyalty.
Bheem's followers got themselves a truck and rammed it through the gate to get into Kara's big party and rescue their tribal leader in the jail. Upon successfully entering the Imperial courtyard, they unleashed 30 zoo animals onto the party composed of lions, tigers, jaguars, bears, wolfs, and buck deer. The imperials gawked at the leaping animals with WTF expressions. Using fire torches, Bheem directed the predators to go after the imperial soldiers and civilians.
At first, the Imperials fired on the animals with some success but then it quickly became a disorganized stampede. Bheem did his part to beat down Imperial soldiers with his martial arts and, at one point, threw a jaguar at one of them. As torches fell on the tents and grass, a fire began to spread. Seeing the captain of the guard, Bheem attacked him, took him down with relative ease, and stole his ID card to the jail cells.
"What the fuck?" Kara wondered as she saw the pandemonium around her.
Finally, Raju arrived on the scene in his MP uniform. "Raju, why are you wearing a police uniform?" Bheem asked confused.
"I'm arresting you for rebelling against the Imperial government," Raju informed him.
"I can't believe it," Bheem said shocked and appalled.
"Surrender, Bheem, or I'll kick your ass," Raju threatened.
"I swear on my mother's grave, I didn't do anything wrong," Bheem told him.
"You broke through the gate, ran over several people, unleashed zoo animals onto the field killing even more people, and you've committed a shit-ton of assault all within the last ten minutes," Raju said incredulously.
"I told you why I'm doing this," Bheem said defensively. "We came here for our leader. We just want to bring him home. I'm begging you."
Raju took Bheem to the ground to handcuff him, but Bheem scrambled out of his grip. Raju gave Bheem a good punch and took back the access card he had stolen. Infuriated by this, Bheem finally took the fight seriously. Kara watched as the two Indians went at it. Bheem had the superior strength of the two, but Raju was faster. The two got massive hits on each other and then started wrestling on the ground. With neither having the advantage, the two managed to untangle themselves and get back to their fight. In the next round of fighting, a torch fell onto the fireworks causing all of them to explode at once.
In the confusion, Raju lost sight of Bheem. After easily dispatching a tiger, Raju noticed Bheem climbing a rope to the roof of the courthouse. Raju quickly intercepted Bheem on the roof as he tried to get access inside. The two fought and then wrestled on the floor until Bheem managed to stab Raju to the chest. Bheem then tried to escape by jumping off the roof. Raju, despite his serious injury, got back up and wrapped up Bheem's arm with a rope. As Bheem jumped over the roof, Raju kept his footing on the roof. Bheem got caught up and became suspended in the air. At this point, Imperial soldiers had their rifles aimed at the suspended and helpless Bheem.
Kara watched amused as Bheem was finally brought down and arrested. She gave Raju a look of interest and walked away.
The next day, Brainiac 5 led his soldiers to track down everyone that had assisted Bheem in the attack. At the same time, Kara awarded Raju the rank of lieutenant, a direct commission. Raju was then reassigned to the massive Imperial armory filled with rifles, grenades, and ammunition. Raju continued to excel with his sniper rifle. Meanwhile, Mon was in the forest wilderness looking for rebels. He found some in a random village.
"One of our officers attempted to recruit people into our system. This village elder manhandled him," Brainiac 5 reported to Mon.
"Heinous crime," Mon shook his head, shocked and appalled.
"If he were a citizen in our system, he would be given a trial," Brainiac 5 said.
"If only," Mon rolled his eyes. "The sentence is death," he declared.
A soldier came forth to shoot the elder dead as he was tied up around a tree. "Soldier, do you understand how valuable the power core in your rifle is? It was manufactured by an English engineer at full pay. It made its way here on an English ship. By the time, that power core has made its way to your rifle, it has cost the Crown...," he said and trailed off.
"Barney, how much does it cost?" he asked confused.
"We no longer use currency," Brainiac 5 reminded him.
"So, it's free?" Mon questioned.
"No," Brainiac 5 replied.
"Then, it must cost something," Mon argued.
"It costs the Crown roughly six hours of labor," Brainiac 5 suggested.
"Alright, alright, it has cost the Crown six hours of labor...," Mon considered. "I imagine the time to get these power cores to these rifles took longer than six hours."
"Of course," Brainiac 5 confirmed.
"You know what...fuck it," Mon gave up. "Find another way," he ordered the soldier in front of him. The soldier picked up a large mallet and beat the tribal leader with it.
"This will not win the hearts and minds of the people," Brainiac 5 reminded Mon.
"Good," Mon said unconcernedly. "Pray this creates a revolt, pray we're that lucky."
With that said, Mon came back to New Delhi and saw the damage that had been done. "One bastard did all this?" he asked incredulously.
"He had help," Brainiac 5 corrected.
Mon rolled his eyes and then focused on Raju, in a new lieutenant's uniform. "I appreciate you. Your service to me has been duly noted."
"Thank you, Sir," Raju replied.
"I want this bastard punished in such a way that millions, literally millions, will rise up against the empire," Mon said ambitiously.
"I'm not going to watch. I have better things to do," Kara told him and walked off.
"Fine, be that way," Mon said disappointedly.
"Flog him publicly," Mon ordered Raju. "Flog him until he falls to his knees and confesses his crimes of rising up against us. Flog him until he begs for mercy."
"Sir," Raju nodded.
In order to make rebellion more likely, Mon made sure the entire Indian public knew about it. Meanwhile, Kara was in the courtroom, watching the trial continue against the tribal leader. A little girl was on the stand as a witness.
"Did you bathe with the defendant?" the prosecutor asked.
"Yes, many times," she replied.
"Did he ask you if you had a good bowel movement on these occasions?" the prosecutor asked.
"Yes, many times," she replied.
"How did you come into the defendant's service?" the prosecutor asked.
"I was gifted to him by my mother," she replied.
"So, you're a slave?" the prosecutor asked.
"You say so," she shrugged.
"And how old are you?" the prosecutor asked.
"Six," she said adorably.
Outside, Mon was busy flogging Bheem with a large Indian crowd swarming around the barbed-wire fence. Raju whipped Bheem repeatedly while he still had his shirt on making it difficult to determine the actual damage. "I'm not seeing very much blood. Whip him harder," Mon instructed Raju. After several more hits, Bheem was almost at his knees.
"Lieutenant, where's my pool of blood? Why isn't he kneeling?" Mon asked annoyed. "Lieutenant, try this one," Mon said as he handed him a more formidable whip with spikes. "Try it out on the pillar first, so he knows what he's dealing with."
Raju ripped up the pillar with the new whip. Still, Bheem refused to kneel and found renewed strength as a leaf passed over his face. Bheem then got to his feet and readied himself for another round. As Raju continued to whip him, Bheem sang a song of resistance against Imperial rule. Raju continued to whip and beat Bheem so hard there was even blood on his own uniform.
Raju then tried to force Bheem's legs into a kneeling position without success. When that failed, Mon directed the soldiers to chain his legs and arms. Bheem's arms were pulled up and his feet were chained to a large weight from the floor. As he was pulled up, Bheem's arms and legs were most certainly dislocated. After a few minutes of this, the Imperial soldiers dropped the weight around his feet so that Bheem simply hung in the air from his arms. Bheem was then dropped to the floor. Still, Bheem refused to give in and gestured to the crowd to resist.
To Mon's amusement, the crowd then revolted. The Imperial soldiers quickly found themselves overwhelmed by the large Indian crowd. Bheem, unconscious at this point, was taken away back to jail. Mon then got involved in the fight until the crowd dispersed.
Inside the courtroom, Kara was vaguely aware of what was happening outside. The tribal leader's grandniece was then put on the stand. "How did you come to the defendant's service?" the prosecutor asked.
"I was gifted to him by my mother at age six," she replied.
"And how old are you now?" the prosecutor asked.
"Thirty-three," she replied.
"During all those years, what was your sleeping arrangement with the defendant?" the prosecutor asked.
"I would sleep with him in the nude," she said.
"Were there others in his bed as well?" the prosecutor asked.
"His other grandniece and sometimes young boys. He believed himself to be a watchdog to prevent the girls and boys from doing anything sexual and to test his own chastity," she said.
"Did the defendant ever do anything sexual with you or anyone else in his bed?" the defense attorney asked.
"No, he was completely celibate," she replied.
"Did he ever masturbate in front of any minors?" the defense attorney asked.
"No, he believed semen was sacred and that the key to solving our nation's problems was for every man not to spill his seed," she said.
The next day, Kara was slightly irked by Mon's performance. "What the fuck, Mon? I can't even hear what's going on in court with all that racket," Kara complained as they toured the jailed.
"You should have been with me, participating in the flogging of that bastard," Mon said. He then turned to Raju. "I want the best hangman for the job. I want him squiggly on the rope, his eyes bulging out of his head, and slowly being strangled to death."
"Yes, Sir," Raju replied. "But I doubt you will see fear in his eyes," he said boldly.
"Oh, really? Know something I don't?" Mon questioned.
"I mean, the fear that didn't appear while he was being whipped repeatedly will not appear in the face of death," Raju said.
"What do you suggest?" Mon entertained.
"Let us hang him in front of his tribal leader whom he has come so far for," Raju suggested. "All of the world's fear will be in his eyes."
"I see you have learned the ways of the Insane, young man," Mon said impressed.
"Really, Mon, God damn," Kara shook her head dismayed.
"Have him ready by four, have the tribal leader there by five," Mon ordered.
"If we bring him out to the city square, he will be a martyr. Best to take him to the banks of the Yamuna River where we can dispose of the body discreetly," Raju suggested.
"Negative, I want him to be a martyr and hopefully start another riot," Mon rejected.
"Mon, just do it. I'm not feeling very welcomed in this country," Kara ordered.
"Fine, whatever," Mon relented.
The next morning, Raju and his men took Bheem to the Yamuna River to hang him. Mon and a number of Imperial soldiers were present as well to witness and provide security. As Mon's convoy arrived, Raju suddenly drove faster with the tribal leader in his custody. An explosive went off below Mon's vehicle, destroying it completely.
Mon emerged from the smoke and fired on Raju's vehicle. The beam hit the rear tire flipping the vehicle. Raju and the tribal leader went flying as the vehicle flipped a few times. Raju hit a tree and his back was sliced into by a broken-off tree branch. Raju detached himself from the tree and quickly shot at two Imperial soldiers trying to arrest him.
As it happened, Raju had a change of heart and sabotaged the Imperial weapons. Bheem freed himself from his restraints and started to kick ass on the Imperial soldiers. Raju took to the forest where he took down Imperial soldiers one by one. Finally, Bheem escaped with the tribal leader on his back. The two ran off into the wilderness while Raju fought with the Imperial soldiers. Raju was finally put down and apprehended.
Mon teleported to the scene and looked around for Bheem and the tribal leader. "Where the fuck did he go?" Mon wondered.
"From the hanging point, his only means of escape is Agra. We are currently sealing it off," Brainiac 5 informed him and then showed him a hologram map. "I should find them soon."
"In the meantime, I'm going to play with my new toy," Mon said as Raju was taken away to jail.
At the jail, Mon and Brainiac 5 came upon Raju's cell. "I want him well-fed so I can beat his ass at full strength," Mon ordered.
"He's on a hunger strike," Brainiac 5 informed him.
"Well…shit," Mon sighed.
As they came to his cell, Raju was actually doing pull-ups with his chains. "What do you hope to achieve with exercising if you don't give your body protein?" Mon asked him.
"You have every right to work but not expect the result," Raju said cryptically.
"Is that so?" Mon wondered. He then gestured for the jail cell to open where he was then beaten by Imperial soldiers. "Throw him into the solitary cell."
That night, Kara and Mon were in the palace. "Mon, I don't feel we're on the same page when it comes to governing this planet," Kara began.
"Oh?" Mon wondered.
"I seek harmony, peace, and tranquility, and I get the distinct impression you seek the opposite," Kara pointed out.
"So?" Mon asked unconcernedly.
"What happens to your Insane reputation if your wife constantly contradicts you in public?" Kara asked.
"Like I give a fuck what these humans think of me," Mon scoffed.
"So, you don't mind if the humans come to the conclusion you're my bitch," Kara asked bluntly.
Mon simply stared at Kara. "What are you proposing?"
"Just that if we're on the same page, I can give you more opportunities for you to engage in your Insane hobbies," Kara enticed.
"What am I? A dog you throw a bone to?" Mon refused.
"Barney has all the bones and Barney cooperates with me. So, if you want the bones that Barney has, you have to cooperate with me," Kara told him.
"You have a letter," Mon evaded and handed her one.
Kara looked over the letter from the tribal leader. "I have no doubt about your bravery or devotion to this planet, nor do I believe that you are the monster described by your opponents. Many of your reforms attract me. You seem to have done much for the peasant class. I admit an iron hand is there. But as violence is the basis of society, your reforms deserve an impartial study," she said as she read the letter.
"Well, how nice of him. Maybe, I got him all wrong," Kara admitted.
"When his wife was sick, he refused to let her have penicillin, calling it an alien medicine. After her death, he got malaria. When this happened, he allowed himself to be injected with quinine which saved his life," Mon brought up.
Kara merely stared at Mon. "But, of course, they're two different medicines and he may have changed his views after his wife's death. It's hard to say," Mon smirked.
"I think…I have been going about this the wrong way," Kara glared.
The phone then rang interrupting Kara's murderous thoughts. "What's going on, Barney?" Mon asked.
"They escaped into the forest, but they're still in the barracks," Brainiac 5 reported.
"How?" Mon wondered. "I broke that man's legs."
"He's being carried by the other on his shoulders. We have a few dozen casualties here," Brainiac 5 said.
"Should have broken his legs and his arms," Kara chided Mon.
"I'll nail them, personally," Mon said to Brainiac 5.
Mon teleported into the forest and looked around for the two Indians. He sensed their ki signature, but it was barely detectable. Walking around, Mon hunted them down with his vision and hearing. In the trees, Raju hid in the darkness. Wrapping around a tree trunk, he fired an arrow with a grenade attached to it at Mon. The arrow hit Mon and exploded.
Annoyed, Mon turned toward the direction of the arrow and fired energy shots into the trees creating sparks throughout the forest. Mon continued to fire into the trees until Raju fell to the ground with a thud. Mon continued to fire in Raju's general direction but missed each time in the darkness. Raju scrambled to get away on the ground with his limping legs.
Bheem through a rock from a different direction. Mon immediately fired on the rock. Bheem tossed his spear with a grenade getting a direct hit. Mon shook his head dismayed as his blood began to fall on the ground. Raising his hand, Mon fired at Bheem's general location. Bheem fled the scene and jumped into a lake.
Several arrows were shot at Mon in quick succession. Mon either evaded the arrows or caught them in the air. Mon fired all around him creating shockwaves and explosions throughout the forest. Kara could see the forest getting lit the fuck up from her palace.
"Solar Flare," Mon said as he became extremely bright. Now, the entire forest was lit as if it were daytime.
Raju fired a flaming arrow onto the grass near Mon. The arrow lit the fuel on the ground creating a firestorm. Mon took a casual step back from the flames. Raju continued to fire arrows through the flames and at Mon. As before, Mon merely evaded the arrows or let them bounce off his armor.
Bheem fired another grenade arrow from the lake toward Mon. The explosion ripped through the forest and sent tree debris all around Mon. Raju fired, in quick succession, four grenade arrows toward Mon. The explosions threw dirt and forest debris into the air. Mon remained standing but was slightly ruffled from the attacks.
Raju and Bheem then emerged from the smoke to take on Mon directly. Raju kicked Mon to one side while Bheem attacked with his spear. Mon disarmed Bheem of his spear as Raju fired arrows at him. Bheem then gave Mon a strong uppercut as Raju, now out of arrows, used a fiery wooden club against Mon's armored chest. Mon fired a beam from his index finger through Raju's shoulder to disable him. Bheem took up his spear and rammed it into Mon's gut. The spear shattered on impact.
Unexpectedly, Raju fired a flaming arrow into Bheem's chest. The arrow ignited an explosive vest around Bheem, killing him instantly, and blasting Mon. He emerged from the explosive with blood and ash on him. Pissed off, Mon turned his attention to Raju. He grabbed a hold of him and slammed him up against a tree. Mon eyed Raju, forcing his head to the right and to the left as if to examine him in an obvious power move. Mon then dropped him to the ground.
Raju picked up a wooden club and swung it at Mon. He merely shattered it with his forearm and then backhanded Raju to the ground. Raju got back up and backhanded Mon as hard as he could. Mon merely smirked unimpressed. Mon playfully punched Raju in the face a few times and then tossed him away. Mon pursued Raju as he attempted to retreat. He punched him in the gut and face several times splattering the vegetation with Raju's blood.
Raju lured Mon toward one of his traps. "That's right, kill me," Raju taunted. Mon hesitated, looked around, and then cautiously approached. Raju activated a trap from above. A large wooden log fell right on Mon. Just as the log was to hit, Mon deflected the log so that it slammed against Raju's body, splattering him.
Mon then walked off toward the palace.
The next day, Kara consulted with Brainiac 5 on prosecuting the tribal leader. "Convicting him with a jury of his peers will not be easy," Brainiac 5 advised.
"I have a better idea," Kara considered. "Let it be known that the queen will pardon anyone that murders that motherfucker."
"Do you actually intend to follow through on that promise?" Brainiac 5 asked.
"Yes," Kara replied truthfully.
"Very well. I wouldn't make a habit of giving out such pardons," Brainiac 5 advised.
"When this world is mine, I'll wipe the slate clean. Things will be different," Kara promised.
"In my experience, it won't be that easy," Brainiac 5 warned.
Soon after Kara's pardon offer was released, the tribal leader was walking with a large group of followers. Two women acted as his walking sticks as he interacted with the crowd. One man bowed before him and then shot him in the torso several times with a pistol. The tribal leader fell to the ground and died on the spot. Knowing he would be pardoned by Kara, the tribal people took hold of the assassin and beat him to death.
After the news hit, Brainiac 5 came to visit Kara. "He's dead. The country mourns for him out of spite against you."
"It's good that I am so terrible, lest the people become too fond of me," Kara replied as she saw out her window countless angry protesters swarming around her palace.