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The Watchtower's command room hummed with cold, efficient energy. Holographic stars drifted across the ceiling. Screens showed the Warworld an iron moon crawling toward the inner system—while maps, flight vectors, and unit rosters scrolled along the walls.
"Estimated arrival time: four hours," Adam Strange said, voice clipped and steady. "That gives us exactly four hours to prepare."
Superman rose from his seat, the room falling to a hush as he spoke. "Our plan is simple and smart. We'll hold the planet with the greatest concentration of forces we can muster, League and Pantheon working together. While the bulk of our assets protect Earth from long-range bombardment, a handful of specialized teams will infiltrate the Warworld itself."
The double-doors at the back opened without sound. Batman stepped through, cape falling like a shadow across the threshold. A ripple of acknowledgement ran through the room.
"Because this is a planetary threat," Superman continued, "Batman has agreed to temporarily lead the black-ops infiltration teams."
Batman moved to the projection console. With a flick of his gauntleted hand a three-dimensional model of Warworld blossomed in the air—spikes, plating, the endless arrays of guns and missile barrels. He tapped the model and the ship shuddered, sections lighting up at his command.
"We've received solid intel from the Lantern database," Batman said. His voice was calm; every word measured. "There are three vital objectives inside the Warworld."
He pinched the projection and the ship's surface peeled away in layers.
"First: the Core. It's the generator—everything runs off of it. Knock that out and you cripple the Warworld's power distribution."
He carved deeper with a gesture. A chamber glowed at the center of the model.
"Second: the Key Room. Warworld isn't just a weapon; it's a machine. The Key is the control nexus. Without it, Warworld is an armament with no operator—an inert moon."
The room watched the Key pulse in the holo, a single node of control.
"And third," Batman said, his voice low enough to make heads turn, "Mongul himself. Even if you remove power and Key, Mongul is the wildcard. He is the man who commands the whole thing. He must be neutralized or captured."
He stepped back and the model snapped into three distinct operational zones.
"We'll form three shadow teams," Batman concluded. "Redundancy is our friend. If any single team fails, the others compensate. We only need one success to take it down."
Hal Jordan leaned forward, unease tightening his jaw. "I still think destroying it is the safest option," he said. "One clean strike—no risk of him regaining control."
Jason let a small, sardonic smile crawl across his face before he spoke, voice cool as polished steel. "Good luck protecting the planet from millions of pieces of a broken moon falling on their heads," he said, mocking. He didn't look angry—only clinical. "We can't risk turning Earth into shrapnel."
Batman's eyes flicked to Jason for the fraction of a second before returning to the holo. "We will not risk planetary devastation," he said. "The infiltration plan is the best way to neutralize the threat without making the planet the collateral."
Superman nodded once, decisive. "I'll coordinate planetary defense and the engagement window. Batman will assemble the teams and run infiltration ops. Pantheon and League units will be distributed to defend key orbital corridors and evacuation corridors."
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Space shimmered with the glow of Warworld's engines as the monstrous moon drew closer to Earth, its jagged plating bristling with weapons. The League's heaviest hitters gathered before it, a shield wall of gods and legends. Superman hovered at the front, cape flowing like a banner in the void. Beside him, Wonder Woman, Captain Atom, the three Lanterns, Hawkman and Hawkgirl, Doctor Fate, and dozens of others took their stance.
"Final warning," Superman's voice carried through the comms, steady and commanding. "Turn back. If you continue, we will destroy the Warworld before it ever reaches Earth."
The only response was laughter. Mongul's face flickered across their comm screens for a moment—amused, dismissive—before the feed cut.
The Warworld opened. Its surface split like the shell of a monstrous beast, unleashing a tide of rockets, blinding lasers, and endless swarms of drones. Death poured forth, aimed straight for the blue world below.
"Brace!" Hal Jordan shouted as constructs lit up around him.
The heroes surged forward in perfect sync. Green constructs wove shields in the void, Superman's fists shattered missiles into harmless fragments, Wonder Woman spun her blade against beams of light that would have leveled cities. Hawkman and Hawkgirl tore through drones like hawks through a flock, while Captain Atom detonated bursts of nuclear energy that turned entire salvos into dust.
The battle had begun. And it was nothing less than war.
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Inside the Warworld, silence pressed against the infiltration team like a weight. Batman led at the front, every step precise as the shadows bent to him. Behind him, Nightwing moved in practiced silence, though his jaw was tight. Red Hood followed, gunmetal glinting under dim light, and Raven trailed, her cloak brushing the steel floor.
"Team Alpha, in position. On route to the power core," Batman's voice crackled through comms.
Nightwing shot a glare toward Red Hood. "This is ridiculous. Him? On my flank?"
"Focus," Batman replied sharply. His tone left no room for argument. "We don't have the luxury for grudges here. The mission comes first."
Red Hood smirked under his helmet but said nothing. The silence that followed only made Nightwing grind his teeth harder.
Raven, meanwhile, kept her gaze low. Her hands tightened on her cloak. She hadn't volunteered for this—Jason had pushed her into it, claiming she needed the experience. It felt like she was wearing boots two sizes too big.
The darkness of the Warworld swallowed them whole as Team Alpha descended toward its beating heart—the Power Core.
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Jason led the Strike Team through the Warworld's jagged corridors, his rifle resting casually across his shoulder. Black Canary followed with focused calm, Zatanna in her flowing coat beside her, and Batgirl with sharp eyes scanning every shadow.
"Team Beta," Jason called over comms. "On route to the Main Room. Expecting contact in five."
He clicked the comms off and glanced at Zatanna with a half-smile. "So, what's your deal, eh? You vote on my side, but when it comes to joining Pantheon… you chicken out?"
Zatanna frowned. "I voted because of a promise. I don't think you're wrong, Jason. But I'm not ready for… that part of it. The killing."
Jason tilted his head, studying her. His tone dropped, losing the teasing edge for once. "You say that like we enjoy it. Like we want you to join us for blood. None of us do. It's just… the only solution left on the table."
"That's not the best solution," Batgirl cut in, sharp and cold. "It's the easiest."
Jason blinked. Then he chuckled. "Oh… fantastic. A mini female Batman. Same old arguments, same old moral high ground." He let out a long sigh and waved a hand dismissively. "Whatever. Let's just get this done."
The Strike Team marched on, toward Mongul himself.
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The corridors of the Warworld trembled as Team Delta sprinted toward their target. Green Arrow led the way, bow drawn and steady even in the chaos, Harley Quinn skipping along behind him with a grin too wide for the situation. Beast Boy shifted into a wolf to match their pace, while Robin—staff spinning in hand—stayed close, sharp-eyed and silent.
"Team Delta," Green Arrow said into the comms. "Approaching the Key Room now." He slowed, scanning the passage as mechanical whirring echoed ahead. His hand reached for his quiver. "Get ready. The drones know we're here."
The shadows ahead unfolded into a tide of metal, eyes glowing red, weapons primed.
Green Arrow nocked three arrows at once, his grin fierce and hungry for the fight. "Showtime, kids."
Robin's staff extended with a snap, Beast Boy shifted into a tiger mid-stride, and Harley twirled her mallet like it was a toy.
The Warworld wasn't going to give them the Key easily.
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