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Jason stood at the center of Elysium's war room, the vast chamber dim except for the shimmering projection of a moon-sized object slowly drifting across the solar system map. His voice carried the weight of command as he addressed the gathered core of the Pantheon—Wonder Woman, Green Arrow, Aquaman, John Stewart of the Green Lantern Corps, Red Hood, and the stoic Martian Manhunter.
"Three hours ago," Jason began, his tone steady but edged with steel, "our new detection system picked up a massive object entering our system. At first, we thought it a glitch. Two hours ago, all doubts ended when the Justice League's Watchtower confirmed the same reading."
The hologram shifted, zooming in on the colossal form, its jagged silhouette like a scar in the void. Jason's eyes hardened.
"What we are facing is no ordinary vessel. Officially, Pantheon will join the League in a joint operation. Diplomatic contact will be attempted first—if that fails, we will demand its departure and assert our right to defend Earth." His gaze swept across the table, sharp enough to silence even Green Arrow's usual quips. "That is the official stance. Unofficially…" His words grew heavier. "We are staring down a war. This 'ship' rivals the size of our moon. It brims with weapons of mass destruction. And its master is none other than Mongul—the Warlord"
A ripple of unease swept the table. Diana's expression hardened, her fingers tightening against the polished surface. Manhunter's crimson eyes narrowed, his mind already racing. Green Arrow leaned back, brows furrowed, but it was his voice that first broke the silence.
"Hold on—how do we know Earth's the target?" Oliver asked, skepticism covering the tension in his voice. "Mars is inhabited too. Couldn't Mongul be gunning for them?"
Jason turned, his reply clipped but precise. "Trajectory's locked on Earth. Even if it weren't, I refuse to tolerate a planet-killer drifting near our neighborhood. Warworld doesn't orbit. It conquers."
Manhunter inclined his head, his deep voice calm yet pressing. "Wise words. But I have a question not for you, Jason… but for John. What does the Corps intend?"
At that, all eyes shifted to John Stewart. The seasoned Lantern sat rigid, but his complexion had gone pale, the emerald ring on his hand trembling faintly. When he finally spoke, his words spilled like shards.
"This… this can't be possible." He rose to his feet, the chair scraping back sharply. "Someone has… claimed Earth."
The room froze.
Jason frowned. "Claimed?"
John's voice wavered, anger and disbelief mingling. "Under galactic law, the Green Lantern Corps cannot interfere with a world already under the ownership of another. Hal and Guy received the same notice. Earth is marked. We—officially—are barred from defending it."
Diana's eyes narrowed, her voice low and dangerous. "And who dares claim our world?"
John sank back into his chair, his face shadowed. "They won't say. Only that the claim is recognized… and whoever made it, the Corps fears them."
A thick silence pressed down on the war room. Green Arrow muttered a curse under his breath. Manhunter's expression turned grim, his alien features unreadable yet heavy with thought.
Jason leaned forward, voice sharp with finality. "Then it doesn't matter. I never planned on relying on the Corps." He straightened, his presence filling the room like a drawn blade. "We fight our own battles. Diana and I will head to the Hall of Justice. We'll meet with the League, and together, we'll prepare for what's coming."
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An elderly man with white hair and the bearing of long political winters rose to greet them. He introduced himself with the sort of gravitas the office demanded.
"Gentlemen — welcome… to the office." Vice President Steven Harvey Benedict's voice carried across the table. He settled into his chair opposite them and did not waste a breath. "I want to make a few things clear. The government is fully backing you, Jason. We trust you. That said, the Justice League remains the primary global response. They still command public confidence — particularly Superman. I would have loved to give you the lead for this operation, but the primary authority goes to the League. If they fail, you will be empowered to take over."
Jason offered a slow, courteous nod. "I appreciate the trust, Vice President. I have faith in Superman and the League. We disagree on methods, but when it comes to an extraterrestrial threat, we are on the same side. The League is ready."
"Good," Benedict said, folding his hands. "Then let's join them in the meeting room."
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The room they entered felt like a war council carved into glass and steel. The Defense Minister, the Vice President, a live video feed with the President, Superman flanked by Captain Atom — it was an assembly drawn from statecraft and myth.
The Defense Minister opened the briefing with businesslike precision. "We have established secure communications with our allies and even with states we normally struggle to agree with. Because this is a global issue, every major nation is on alert. All public observation systems will be synced within five hours. NASA and civilian arrays will go live. We have a prepared address to prevent panic. What is left now is first contact."
Superman's voice was steady, familiar — the room quieted when he spoke. "The Justice League will attempt diplomatic contact first. We will try to learn why this vessel has entered our system. Be warned: Warworld is built for conflict. It is unlikely to be peaceful."
Every eye in the room turned to Jason and Diana, waiting for affirmation or contradiction.
Jason leaned forward a fraction. "I agree with Superman." His tone was calm; there was no grandstanding, only fact. "Warworld is a moon-sized battle-weapon. It carries planet-destroying payloads and self-repairing drones. Its owner is Mongul. Our options are limited: convince Mongul to leave, or eliminate him and take control of Warworld ourselves."
The Defense Minister exhaled, the weight of that sentence settling on everyone present. On the screen, the President's expression was unreadable but resolute.
"Then do what you must," she said into the feed. "Keep the insertion team small and capable of extraction. Prepare for the worst — we will mobilize global defenses — but attempt diplomacy first. Survive and bring back any good news you can. Good luck, gentlemen."
The room closed on a single note of preparation. Plans would be made, contingencies set. The first move — the conversation with a warlord on a moon-ship — would begin with the League at the fore. If it failed, the government had already made clear where authority would shift.
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