In Metropolis, Kara gave a speech to Galactic Federation ambassadors who were "compelled" to show up. They included Humans, Jin-Saiyan, Titans, Coluans, Braalians, Winathians, Imskians, Orandos, Naltorians, Zoonians, Bgztlians, Talokians, Tromians, Durlans, Xanthus, Phlons, and several others that either joined willingly or were effectively coerced into the Galactic Federation.
"After several world wars, my government came to this city arbitrarily to promote truth, justice, and the American Way among all the worlds of this quadrant. We have assembled here again, representatives from numerous worlds, this coalition of planets, to hammer out the issue of our time: Alien Sex," Kara said.
"And once we have succeeded here, countless generations will look back on this moment with a puzzled raised eyebrow," Kara concluded. "I brought Pope Barney here to deal with the moral implications of this."
"The Church has concluded that the bestiality prohibition does not pertain to alien-alien sexual relationships so long as said aliens are sentient beings. So long as children are born while the parents are validly mated, according to the customs of their culture, they are legitimate. Upon a Church blessing to make an illegitimate marriage legitimate, the children will retroactively be made legitimate," Pope Barney said.
"Of course, worlds are not legally required to follow your religious rules," Bertor said smugly.
"The Church will acknowledge marriages even if they're legally prohibited and will deny marriages even if they're legally permissible according to her own criterion," Pope Barney replied. "And any politician that promotes an alternative criterion to the Church will be immediately excommunicated and their Christian citizens will be granted moral permission to overthrow such a politician."
"Only with a published Papal Bull," Bertor pointed out.
"Yes, that is correct," Pope Barney confirmed.
The two stared at each other in awkward silence. "Anyway, I'm more concerned with what to do with alien-hybrid babies. In the history of this planet, interbreeding between humans and Neanderthals gave way to the Neanderthal extinction. Over the last thousand years, virtually all ethnicities, all 650 ethnicities became extinct along with their language, religion, and culture through interbreeding and war. I will not allow my pet race to go extinct in the same way," Kara said resolved.
"Now, the obvious solution is to simply ban or discourage alien-hybrid babies but that would be deeply hypocritical of me and racist as fuck. So, you're all here to give me what I want without me looking like a total bitch as per usual," Kara directed.
That evening, Kara and Mon had a rare dinner night at the Palace. "How is the conference going?" Mon asked already knowing the answer.
"Shitty," Kara said vaguely. "I find myself confused. On one hand, it was interbreeding with Europeans that led to the Native American extinction of their population and culture. On the other hand, the replacement theory was common among white supremacists in the 21st century."
"Who gives a fuck? You're not even human," Mon said dismissively.
"I've lived with humans longer than my own kind. In many ways, I'm just a human with powers. I look like them, speak like them, move like them, and even think like them sometimes," Kara mused.
"Do I need to make the decision for you?" Mon rolled his eyes.
"I'm trying to have a high-level ethical conversation with you," Kara said peeved.
"If you wanted that, you should just talk with your oversized dildo aka Barney," Mon told her off.
"I'm not entirely sure I trust him," Kara said narrowing her eyes.
"You just figured that out?" Mon scoffed.
"What would an Insane do?" Kara asked curiously.
"Typically, we'd commit mass genocide on the hybrids and those who created them, but we'd keep a few of them around to see if they could become capable fighters. Most of the time...they were just retarded and died horribly," Mon said honestly.
"In the ancient days of Krypton, the hybrid would just be sterilized, no fuss," Kara sighed. "Then, much later, they would have been given the opportunity to pod a child. What we did together with Kon and Mara would have been seen as a total abomination on Krypton. That tickles me a little."
"If you deny hybrid rights, you compromise the legitimacy of Kon and Mara to the throne," Mon warned.
The Moon
On the moon, Francis X Hummel was perpetually pissed off. He was also the head administrator of the moon mining base that sought after that sweet Helium-3. The humans that lived on the moon began to form a different culture and saw themselves as no longer Earthlings. Instead, they called themselves "Mooninites".
Francis' office window showed the mining operation as well as a spectacular view of Earth. He held the rank of Manager, an O-7 general rank. His subordinate was Tom Baxter, a Chief Engineer, an O-4 major rank. The two were in the industrial branch They were watching an activist video of a recent special interest group: Terra Prime. They were also perpetually pissed off.
"In light of all the wars and alien invasions, we have a whole world to rebuild. Not only our cities and homes but mankind, itself. Now is not the time for disunity and second-guessing ourselves. Unless we act decisively, we will pass on a world of decay and debauchery to future generations. For the sake of our children, and our children's children, and our...," Activist Philip Green declared.
"His views are so misunderstood," Francis sighed.
"We must reject the impure and cast it out!" Philip Green concluded.
Francis turned the TV monitor off. "Before I was appointed to this post, I was studying to be a historian. They say Green was a genocidal madman for promoting the euthanasia of hundreds of thousands with radiation damage. Their millions of descendants would have been all fucked up but our alien queen in her infinite wisdom vetoed the idea."
"The victor always writes the history books," Tom said sadly.
"Do you think I'll be misunderstood?" Francis wondered.
"You? Nah," Tom shook his head.
"I don't know. Sometimes, I don't even understand myself. Like, what the fuck am I doing?" Francis wondered.
"You're doing what you have to do, not what you wanted to do," Tom assured him.
"Tom, you're a wise man," Francis nodded.
Earth
Kara held a lunch meeting with the key leaders of the Galactic Federation: Bertor (Titan), Questor (Colu), Beren (Naltor), and Sodom (Jin-Saiyan). "Look, everyone in the galaxy has the right to enjoy these humans...," Kara began.
"The solution is simple. You find the interbreeders and their offspring and you execute them, two thousand, ten thousand, however many it takes to get the message across," Sodom said.
"Sod, that shocks and appalls me," Kara rebuked.
"How about a 'hunt an interbreeder day' in a global purge?" Sodom suggested.
"Not better," Kara scolded.
"The lack of humility before nature here is staggering. Don't you see the danger, inherent, in what you're trying to do here? Genetic power is the most awesome power in the universe, but you yield it like a blond ditz," Questor said.
"How so?" Kara allowed.
"The problem here is that it didn't take any discipline to obtain your power here. You read what other human leaders had done and you took the next step. You didn't discover the knowledge for yourself, so you don't take any responsibility for it. You stood on the shoulder of a real genius, Brainiac Five, and you went as fast as you could and before you even knew what you had, you conquered it, social engineered it, and put this species in your private zoo," Questor critiqued.
"I don't think you're giving me due credit. I have done things no other human or Kryptonian or alien leader has ever done before," Kara said defensively.
"Yeah, but you were so preoccupied with whether you could, you didn't stop to ask yourself whether you should. Humans had their shot; nature is selecting them for extinction. We know this because any race that interbreeds itself into extinction is too dumb as fuck to live. It's that simple," Questor said.
"I don't know how you can say that as a scientist, Questor. How can I not act?" Kara asked rhetorically.
"How can you assume you can control humanity? These humans can be aggressive, and they will defend their mating habits violently, if necessary," Beren warned.
"Lord Bertor, can you appreciate what I'm trying to do?" Kara asked.
"I don't want to jump to any conclusions but aliens and humanity, separated genetically from the very beginning, are now mixed together. How could we possibly have any idea what to expect? If you don't want alien-human interbreeding, put the planet on lockdown," Bertor advised.
"I don't believe this shit. There must be a way other than complete lockdown or fatalism," Kara said frustrated.
The Moon
Francis assembled his disgruntled team of Mooninites. They included Major Tom Baxter, Captain Hendrix, Captain Darrow, Captain Frye, and Sergeant Crisp. The rest of the mining personnel were sent to the barracks and locked in their rooms to be used as hostages. "Ladies and gentlemen, you're being detained against your will. Allow me to give you my sincerest fake apology. It's not my intention to harm you but to have the other side harm you. You will not be detained any longer than necessary to accomplish our mission, probably, maybe," Francis said to them all via the intercom system.
Francis then had a meeting with his men amounting to a dozen. "Make no mistake, we're all in harm's way. We're facing off against an OP Kryptonian queen, her Insane consort, the Vindicator Corps, the Galactic Federation fleet, and billions of drones. What we intend to do requires poise, precision, and a lot of audacity. We'll be branded as traitors, tortured, and sentenced to death. I don't know about you, but I don't give a fuck. We're saving the human race from annihilation. God-willing, we will force the government to compromise on our demands and get the fuck out of here. We will never again be allowed back on Earth's soil. Not going to lie, we're probably toast."
"Can you die with that?" Francis asked directly.
"Yes, Sir!" they all shouted enthusiastically.
"Now, our families have been told of fairy tales of European pilgrims living peacefully with the Native Americans, eating turkey and pumpkin pie. Well, I have choked on these lies my entire life. Here, the lies stop!"
Earth
At the Palace, Kara held a security meeting on what to do about the Mooninites. "You know, the guy I appointed to be the Manager of the moon mining colony has been on three mining tours in Vietnam, Panama, and Iraq. He can mine anywhere. The guy is a stud, a legend, a super-human hero, if you will. As usual, I'm an excellent judge of character," Kara said obliviously.
"General Hummel and his men have detained 81 miners, are armed with cloaked chemical weapons pointed at Metropolis, and have a list of terrorist demands," Brainiac 5 brought up.
"We don't negotiate with terrorists," Mon said instantly.
Kara gawked at him. "Mon, you're a terrorist and I negotiate with you every other night."
Francis then appeared on the TV screen. "Frank...it's been a while...so...how can I help you?" Kara asked.
"I'll get straight to my point. Alien immigration and interbreeding are a threat to our way of life, and the existence of our species. As an endangered species, yourself, you should appreciate what I'm talking about. I demand an end to all permanent legal resident visas to aliens, sentences against alien-human sex, and the exile of all inter-species families from Earth soil," Francis demanded.
"Frank, what am I...some kind of dictator? Someone that can just make policy happen on a whim?" Kara scoffed.
"Yeah," Francis confirmed.
Kara frowned realizing he was right. "You know I'll have to make an exception for myself and my family, right? Kind of makes me a big hypocrite."
"You alert the media, I launch the gas. You fail to give in to my demands, I launch the gas. You've got forty hours to make good on my demands. As an insurance policy, I'm keeping the miners here detained with me, on the moon, for as long as I can hold out," Francis said and then signed off.
"Cover stories will be made to explain to the miner's families their communication blackout. The Daily Planet will be under tight management to avoid any leaks," Brainiac 5 said quickly.
"Damn, that's cold," Kara said impressed.
"What is the casualty rate of one of these cloaked gas rockets?" Mon asked curiously.
"Sixty or seventy thousand dead," Brainiac 5 calculated. "Also, no one in this room will be immune to the gas. A teaspoon of the substance detonated in the atmosphere will kill everyone within eight blocks."
"Jesus, Barney. Why is this a thing?" Kara asked shocked and appalled.
"I have chemical weapon stockpiles to terminate any kind of organic creature including Kryptonians and Jin-Saiyan as insurance for mutual cooperation," Brainiac 5 explained. "Apparently, General Hummel found some of them."
"Countermeasure?" Mon asked.
"Wildfire is able to incinerate most chemical weapons except this one," Brainiac 5 replied.
"Fuck'em. I'll fire on the moon base, kill everyone there, and let the gas evaporate in the vacuum of space," Mon said.
"Let's not be too hasty. We can send drone units into the moon base to surgically kill these motherfuckers with no loss of innocent life," Kara objected. "Barney, can it be done?"
"It can but I'm going to recruit our best chemical agent," Brainiac 5 said.
Jan Arrah aka Element Lad was in his apartment in Metropolis making out with his new human girlfriend, Shvaughn Erin, a hot red-haired woman assigned to the science department where he worked. The two were bare-chested as they made out on the sofa. "Let's make hybrid babies that will populate the whole planet," Jan said to her, totally intoxicated by her beauty.
"Wait...what?" Shvaughn wondered.
"I'm totally serious," Jan assured her. "You got naughty red hair."
"Jan...I have a penis," Shvaughn revealed.
Suddenly, the apartment doors were breached as a drone team tore into the place and took Jan to the floor. "What the fuck?" Jan cried out.
"Should have answered your phone," Brainiac 5 lectured as he took Jan away.
A disgruntled Jan was placed in a meeting with Kara, Mon, and Brainiac 5. "Jan, nice to see you again. The reason we brought you in is because you're a genius when it comes to chemical warfare," Kara said.
"Got my first chemistry set when I was seven, blew my eyebrows off, and never saw the cat ever since," Jan joked.
"What the fuck?" Kara shook her head dismayed. "Look, the gas is lethal as fuck. It's Joker's laughing gas, so powerful it can kill me, Mon, you, and a large population of humans. We need you to neutralize it."
"So...this isn't a training exercise," Jan realized.
"No shit, Sherlock," Kara said obviously.
"A space-drop launch on the mining facility will be seen by the full Earth. Likewise, a ground assault will be easily seen, and Hummel will launch. Our only option is to use a network of mining tunnel systems underneath the facility. I'll jump the terrorists from behind and take their rocket positions," Brainiac 5 said.
"Do we have the plans for the tunnel system?" Mon asked.
"Negative. The tunnel system is likely to be an incomprehensible maze. It will take time to get through it all and not be detected," Brainiac 5 said.
"And if you're detected, we're fucked," Kara frowned.
"There is someone who may have more up-to-date information on the tunnel system," Brainiac 5 hinted.
"Forget it. I'm not going to enlist him for this. He's so old he probably has to wake up three times a night to take a piss," Kara said referring to J'onn.
"He's been to the moon before. He knows the land more than anyone alive. He can also sense residual psychic energy that can point us in the right direction," Brainiac 5 pointed out.
Mars
Kara found J'onn hanging out alone in his underground crib. He was ancient-looking and frail. "There's a special situation on the moon, Earth's moon. I need your help," Kara said.
"By all means, tell me your problem, Kara," J'onn said condescendingly.
"I have a hostage situation on the moon, eighty-one human miners. You know the moon. You've been there plenty of times. If I don't give into their demands, they'll fire a cloaked chemical weapon at Metropolis," Kara said.
"The White Martians also tried to interbreed us out of existence, one way or another," J'onn said as he read her mind. "Maybe, they're right."
"J'onn, you're the closest I have to a friend who pretended to be a black man for a long time. What should I do?" Kara asked seriously.
"All the interbreeds, kill them with fire," J'onn replied.
Kara rolled her eyes. "I can't be deciding this with a gun to my head."
"I want your best hotel, a suite, a shower, and a new suit," J'onn demanded.
"How about a shave and haircut as well," Kara mocked.
"Fuck you, Kara," J'onn grinned.
Earth
J'onn took his sweet time enjoying the hotel and getting ready in Metropolis. Eventually, he arrived at the Vindicator HQ looking like an older version of Hank. "Tell me about the tunnels," Brainiac 5 requested.
"It will take you wherever you need to go," Hank said vaguely.
"Where is the best access?" Brainiac 5 asked with a hologram map of the facility in front of them.
"The septic exit," Hank pointed out.
"Where do we go from there?" Brainiac 5 asked undeterred by what Hank was suggesting.
"No idea. I'll know it when we get there," Hank said.
"I don't know about this. Hank is too valuable to die in some lame-ass adventure like this," Kara said concernedly.
"He's valuable intelligence. He must go with me," Brainiac 5 insisted.
Mon was with Jan. "Your mission is to take out the launchers and neutralize the gas. With Infrared, we know where the launchers are located," Mon said, showing him a hologram map of the facility. The launchers were on the roof.
"I'm slightly concerned this gas will kill me before I can neutralize it," Jan said. "Also, my only power is elemental manipulation. I could get shot."
"Jan, don't be a bitch," Mon scolded.
"I have to hurl," Jan said and then ran off.
Mon followed Jan into the restroom where he was still throwing up. "You look like shit," Mon remarked.
"I always knew something like this might come up in the Vindicator Corps, but nothing prepares you for it. Now, I'm responsible for an entire city. What if I fail?" Jan asked freaked out.
"They're just aliens," Mon said dismissively. "Look, you've been well-trained for this in the simulator, and you have a drone team backing you up. I'll be on the wire, backing you up."
"There's something else, something terrible, my girlfriend is in Metropolis, and...she has a dick," Jan revealed.
"Keep your mind on what you're doing out there. I'll send someone to get your boyfriend and take him to HQ," Mon assured him.
Kara got on the phone with Francis. "Look, I have a few problems with your demands...," Kara said lamely.
"Don't give me problems, give me solutions," Francis barked.
"You know my stance on terrorism," Kara said.
"This isn't about terrorism. It's about justice," Francis shot back.
"If I give into your demands, I look weak as fuck to Earth and the Galactic Federation," Kara excused.
"Not my problem. You're looking at fifteen cloaked chemical warheads pointed at the heart of Metropolis. You have seventeen hours," Francis told her and then signed off.
Kara turned to her Vindicators. "Begin the incursion operation."
That night, a squad of Brainiac 5 drones, Hank, and Jan met up. "J'onn will take point. Jan is our specialist. When he neutralizes the threat, we wait for the calvary," Brainiac 5 said to Hank and Jan.
An Atlas shuttle docked with the USS Nemo on the other side of the planet away from the view of the moon base. The Nemo then cloaked with Mon commanding. Inside the Nemo, the group met up and put on their equipment. Hank, Jan, and the drones wore suits against the vacuum moon atmosphere. Their black suits were sleek and covered the entire body, an air regulator, and goggles. Additionally, there was a forcefield regulator in case there was a breach of the suit. The drones carried plasma rifles and pistols.
"This is going to feel queer," Hank said to Jan.
Suddenly, all of them phased out of the ship, dropped onto the Moon's surface, and inside the tunnels underground without anyone noticing. The squad made good time through the tunnels and ended up at the underground entrance. Flames and pools of molten material were everywhere. Hank gave an uncomfortable look, but then phased through the door and unlocked it for the squad without making a noise. Hank then led the squad further into the facility, detecting residual psychic energy from the miners who had passed by.
"You enjoying this?" Jan asked exhausted by their pace.
"It's better than most days, reading philosophy, avoiding gang-rape by Reds although it's less of a problem these days. I guess I'm losing my sex appeal," Hank smiled.
"Holy shit, dude," Jan said stunned.
Hank led the squad to the tunnel right underneath the shower room. "Motion detectors," Brainiac 5 sensed with his eyes. With his index finger, he sent a small cable through the drain and looked around. The cable then used a magnet to move the motion detector out of the way. It was nearly perfect. "Standfast until we secure the area," Brainiac 5 said to Hank and Jan.
The squad entered the shower room through the drain and secured the area. Unfortunately, the shower room had numerous windows leading to the floor above it. Francis' men suddenly appeared with their plasma rifles surrounding the squad. An immediate firefight ensued between Francis' men and the drones. The plasma rifles by both sides were more than capable of destroying either side and Francis' men had an elevated position. The shower room became filled with bouncing plasma fire until all the drones were destroyed.
Kara saw the battle on her TV monitor through Brainiac 5's eyes. "Well...shit," she sighed.
Hank and Jan were still alive in the tunnels. "What's your status?" Kara asked Jan.
"All the drones are dead. It's just me and the Martian," Jan replied.
"Proceed with the mission," Kara ordered.
"Wait...what?" Jan wondered.
"You heard her. We're more than enough to take them," Hank said confidently.
"I've assessed the situation and I'm leaving," Jan said freaked out.
"There are eighty-one hostages still up there," Hank reminded him.
"Including us when we get captured," Jan said pessimistically.
"If you leave, I'll kill your ass," Hank said with glowing red eyes.
"This isn't what I do. I'm a chemical weapon specialist, a scientist," Jan told him.
"You can defuse the rockets, so you're going to help me right now," Hank said to him.
"I'm going to help you right now," Jan as his mind was altered to be less of a bitch.
A bomb was then dropped near their location by Francis' men. Hank grabbed Jan and phased him underground. J'onn then phased Jan back into the tunnel once the fire had faded. Another bomb detonated near them. Again, Hank phased Jan through the walls and into the lunar soil. After avoiding a few bombs, Hank and Jan made their way to the morgue.
"Why here?" Jan asked creeped out by the room.
"I can still sense the last psychic thought before death here," Hank said as he looked around. "You sure you're up for this?"
"I'll do my best," Jan shrugged.
"What kind of bitch-ass answer is that?" Hank asked unimpressed. "That's what losers say. Winners go home and fuck a woman without a dick."
"Look, I didn't know, alright. I don't have telepathy or X-ray vision like you do. That's right, I read your file. You're a Swiss Army knife of powers," Jan said.
The two entered a botany lab where one of the launchers was located. Without hesitation, Hank fired heat vision on the first man blasting his head off. The second man fired his plasma rifle at Hank with the beams merely going through him. Hank and the man took cover at the same time. Hank returned to solid form and fired heat vision at the man's cover position lighting him on fire.
"Too close to the rocket, holy shit!" Jan shouted.
The second man fired two plasma rifles at the same time blasting away at their cover position. Hank fired heat vision at his feet blasting them off. Jon fired a beam at an air conditioner unit overhead making all of its components as heavy Osmium. The air conditioner fell from the ceiling and crushed the man's body.
"Not bad," Hank said.
"That was the most terrible thing I've ever seen," Jan said shocked and appalled.
"Don't cry on me," Hank shook his head.
"Listen, I'm just a biochemist. Most of the time, I work in a glass jar working on doomsday weapons that can terraform an entire planet. I try to live an uneventful life. But this, Joker's laughing gas, is the deadliest substance the galaxy has ever known so cut me some fucking slack," Jan told him off.
"No," Hank refused.
"Fuck me," Jan realized and then focused on a canister filled with the gas. Focusing hard, he neutralized the gas instantly to helium. "Phase your hand into the rocket to remove the guidance chip here."
Hank did just that removing the chip. Francis' men suddenly ambushed them with plasma fire. Hank grabbed Jan and phased him through the floor where they ended up on a mining cart that raced them down a mine shaft. Once the mine cart crashed, the two were thrown off it. Francis' men were close behind. Hank morphed his appearance to that of Francis and ambushed several men, killing them instantly, and taking their weapons. He then morphed back to Hank.
"How do you do it?" Jan asked amazed.
"It helps to be a badass," Hank replied. "But, in retrospect, I'd rather be a poet or a farmer."
"Really?" Jan asked surprised.
"No, I'm just fucking with you," Hank smiled clearly enjoying himself.
Francis started getting desperate as he started to realize what he was up against. He took one of the hostages and put a pistol to his head. "Give us your sad story," Francis demanded.
"I'm a father of three and, uh, Oh God!" the hostage said as he was shot.
"I know you felt that, Martian. Give me back my guidance chips or more will be shot," Francis threatened.
Hank felt the man die in his mind and Francis' thoughts. "Good thing I don't give a fuck."
"What?" Jan asked confused.
"Never mind. We have more work to do," Hank said to him. "I'm going to preoccupy the general. You find the last launcher."
"Well, okay then," Jan said shakily.
Hank casually walked up to Francis and his men in the command center of the mining facility. Francis' men had their plasma rifles on him as Hank approached him. "Name and rank," Francis asked him.
"Director Hank Henshaw of the Department of Extraordinary Operations, retired, of course," Hank replied sarcastically.
"You're a long way from home, Martian," Francis said seeing through the act. "How are you involved in this?"
"I have a unique set of skills, skills that make me a nightmare to people like you," Hank said coyly.
"Do you know why I'm doing this or are you just being used like everyone else?" Francis asked.
"I perfectly understand where you're coming from. The White Martians tried to interbreed us out of existence. I have seen countless eugenics wars over the last several centuries on Earth. But this is not the way. Threatening your own people with death if you don't get your way. Any other alien queen would tell you to fuck off. This is an act of lunacy," Hank told him.
"I know this alien queen. I read her autobiography and studied her psychological profile. She's more human than she would care to admit. For several years we have waited for her to do the right thing. This may be the push she needs," Francis argued.
"Take it from an old man, acts of terror only create a backlash," Hank told him.
"Terror is relabeled to revolution and patriotism if one wins," Francis countered. "Now, where are the guidance chips?"
"I destroyed them," Hank shrugged.
"Bad move, Martian," Francis said pissed off.
Meanwhile, Jan was getting his ass kicked by one of Francis' squads. He was captured and put in a cell like the other detainees. Hank was also placed in a cell for all the good it would do. "You sensing a lot of anger on this island with that telepathy of yours? A bunch of pleasure-seeking psychopathic humans. Shame on me for getting involved in this shit show," Jan complained. "Anyway, I only got one chip destroyed. There are two left. You listening to me?"
"Yes, I'm here. I was just thinking how wonderful it would be if you would shut the fuck up," Hank said peeved.
"Why do you do it? Be a hero, I mean?" Jan asked.
"Nurtured the hope that there was hope that after I die, I would see my first wife and daughters. Modest hopes, but they keep me on the straight and narrow," Hank said solemnly.
"You got a plan for how we're going to get out of these cells?" Jan asked.
"Oh, that's the easy part. I was just taking a nap," Hank said and then phased out of the cell. Hank then went over to Jan and deactivated his cell.
"You could do that this entire time?" Jan asked frustrated.
"I'm on old man. I need my nap time," Hank said.
"You aware of what is at stake?" Jan asked incredulously.
"I read his mind. He isn't going to do shit," Hank said dismissively.
As the deadline approached, Francis gave the order. The missile fired from the moon mining facility to Metropolis. The cloaked missile penetrated the energy shield surrounding Metropolis and went straight for a crowded stadium. At the last possible moment, the missile deviated from the stadium and fell into the Atlantic Ocean. After the miss, Francis reassessed his options with Tom.
"What's the play, Sir?" Tom asked respectfully.
"I'm not ready to kill these people," Francis replied.
"You're coming loose, Sir," Tom noted.
"I'm in perfect control," Francis told him off.
He then broadcasted his message to Earth on a hacked frequency. "I am Manager Francis Paxton. I have in my possession a weapon of mass destruction capable of killing tens of thousands of people anywhere on the planet. I have no intention of using this weapon provided every non-human leave immediately. A new era is at hand. An era that would expose interspecies unity as a vicious lie. An era that will witness a government that will put our world above all others. An era where humanity casts off the shackles of alien interference and determines its own fate. Terra Prime, recognize."
Earth
At the Palace, Kara gave a sigh of relief but was ambushed by concerned ambassadors at the conference. "Demonstrators have surrounded the Titan embassy," Bertor said annoyed.
"Isolated incidences, I'm sure," Kara lied.
"Protesters are chanting outside our embassy," Luc Ranzz of Winath complained. "And they're using words that hurt my feelings."
"It seems to be a coordinated plan," Bertor mused.
"Why the fuck are we still here?" Luc asked concernedly.
"Get a grip, you two. God damn. Humans protest over every little thing...like an oil pipeline. Who gives a fuck?" Kara said dismissively.
"The fact that Paxton has so many human followers is troubling," Bertor said.
"I find your telepathic police state more troubling," Kara rolled her eyes.
"How can you speak of uniting worlds when your own world is deeply divided?" Luc asked.
"Cuz, I'm a Kryptonian absolute ruler. These humans protest because there's nothing at stake, no consequences. They do it for the fun of it, to amuse me, to piss me off. I am Earth, not them," Kara reminded them.
The Moon
Francis met up with Tom, Darrow, Frye, and Crisp; Hendrix had already been killed. "Sir, what the actual fuck?" Darrow said outraged.
"You changed the coordinates," Frye said accusingly.
"Not they think we're gutless. That we won't actually do it," Crisp said.
"They're going to bomb the fuck out of us now," Frye said obviously.
"They don't know we missed on purpose," Tom said defensively.
"We planned for this contingency. Take four hostages, the gas, and evacuate. I'll deal with the consequences alone," Francis ordered. "Mission is over. I'm not about to kill eighty-thousand of our own people. That's crazy as fuck. We bluffed, they called it."
Earth
At the Palace, Kara was beside herself. "These last few hours have been pretty dark. How does one weigh human life? The millions of Metropolis against the eighty-one hostages seems like easy math but a soul is eternal, infinite. This is happening because I failed to act when I could have. This is my fault," Kara admitted. She then turned to Mon who was expecting an answer.
"Take them out," she said softly.
The Moon
In the command center, all of Francis' men suddenly dropped to the floor unconscious. "I have secured the mining facility," Hank radioed.
"I've jammed communications. If they strike the mining facility, they'll make martyrs of me and all the hostages. Humanity will realize the threat of alien rulers," Francis said. "The same will happen to Martians. Kara has already turned you into her pet Martian. This world should be controlled by human hands, human minds, human souls," Francis said.
"The galaxy is a crowded place," Hank reminded him.
"Not our problem," Francis scoffed.
"If not for alien superheroes, Earth would be dead a dozen times over," Hank pointed out.
"Kara and her kind bring them to us," Francis argued.
"For over two hundred thousand years, humanity has ruled itself and done a shitty job. The time for human leadership over the Earth is over," Hank said.
"That's a world I cannot accept," Francis said sadly and then fired his pistol at his window. He was sucked out into the vacuum atmosphere of the moon. His lifeless body landed on the lunar surface. Hank morphed into J'onn and floated over to the body. After confirming he was dead, J'onn gently phased the body under the surface.
Mon instantly teleported near the moon and powered up a strike. J'onn telepathically signaled for him to stop. Mon changed his aim at the last moment. The beam hit the lunar surface a distance away from the mining facility.
Earth
Kara addressed the ambassadors at the conference. "Fellow delegates, I have seen what humans can be at their worst. This ain't shit. A thousand years ago, an organization called Cadmus arose to oppose alien presence on Earth. They gained support after my people, the Kryptonians, engaged in terrorist acts and attempted to kill or enslave every human being on the planet. With such high stakes, no one gives a shit if they're called racist or xenophobic. Not when the lives of your countrymen, your family, and your very self are threatened. I conquered this world. I made a mockery of democratic institutions. I've killed countless humans to get to this point. I have exposed Earth to alien threats. Humanity has every right to fear me, to oppose me, to want to destroy me," Kara began.
"But...human leadership has continually failed on an epic scale. Humans destroyed each other in world wars, genocides, and disease spreading. They've destroyed their own environment. Inequality was obscene. And I did nothing for years because it wasn't my business. For one thousand years, I was not around, and it only got worse. And this is not to say Kryptonians like Kal-El or Dru-Zod could have done it better. Fuck no. Only I am suited to lead this world. Only I have the strength of character, the intellect, the drive, and the morality to lead this world. I have to be in charge not only because I am the best suited but to also prevent anyone else from taking this chair," Kara continued.
"I am here as Queen of Earth, Supreme Leader of the Galactic Federation to honor someone else. That someone else is the true ruler of the galaxy and I can think of no one better. So, you can either be with me or against me," Kara said to them all.
Meanwhile, Mon had a chat with the Terra Prime organization leader, Philip Green. "The situation on the moon was never in doubt. J'onn J'onzz could easily have run through your men like a knife through butter. We simply made it more dramatic for training purposes. Also, I had absolutely no qualms about killing all the hostages from the very beginning to end the threat," Mon said.
"Of course, we condemn the actions of Francis Paxton. He does not represent our methods to obtaining our goals," Philip said with false sincerity.
"Whatever," Mon rolled his eyes. "We have agreed to make the alien population no more than point one percent of the Earth population at any given time. That's the same foreign-born population as China in the 21st century and, therefore, cannot be racist. As of now, that would be...two hundred thousand aliens. These are aliens with tourist, transit, business, work, and student visas. At the same time, only point one percent of humans may visit other worlds or else the whole planet may decide to evacuate itself."
"This is an agreeable limit," Philip said cautiously.
"As for Earth citizenship, a person must be at least five-eighths human," Mon said flatly.
Philip merely stared at him as he tried to run the calculation. "I imagine that would disqualify most second-generation alien-human hybrids."
"I noticed that," Mon said obviously. "These so-called hybrids can either not be citizens at all or they can be citizens of another world that will accept them."
"Sure, but why five-eighths?" Philip asked curiously.
"That's the blood quantum level for some Native American tribes in the 21st century so our limit, today, therefore, cannot be racist," Mon explained. "Of course, a small percentage of the population will have Galactic Federation Imperial citizenship on all worlds. That would be people like me."
"Of course," Philip said flustered.
"Kara has a thing for you, humans. She's going to do everything possible to reduce interbreeding and promote human fertility. But, at the same time, she doesn't want to be an asshole to some poor hybrid schmuck who never asked to be born. So, we good? You going to stop your terrorist threats now?" Mon asked.
"For now," Philip allowed.
"For now? You, motherfucker. I can accept that...for now," Mon chuckled amused.
Author's Notes: The end of Season 4, Enterprise, basically had The Rock plotline but in space. Curious to have Peter Weller look basically as Ed Harris from The Rock. He's also the obvious villain of Star Trek Into Darkness with a similar mindset to his Enterprise character. As with CW SG, Enterprise fails to truly answer the controversial questions of alien immigration, interbreeding, and human sovereignty of Earth. The stakes are simply not high enough, political arguments do not rise above cliches, and the issue is dropped with no consequences shortly thereafter. Also, the technology to destroy any planet in the system from a planetary base laser weapon is never used again. As someone with my own alien-hybrid baby, this hit me in the feels.
As an aside, Jan's girlfriend, Shvaughn Erin, was retconned to be an MTF transsexual in the comics without changing anything about her character. The industry just thinks it's cool to make female characters trans for funsies without any backstory or how their background informs their character beliefs and priorities. As per usual, I treat the issue with the highest level of respect and responsibility.