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The floor shook as the five colossal war-machines advanced, their weapons glowing with murderous intent.
"SCREEEECH!"One raised a cannon-arm and fired, the energy beam scorching across the room.
"MOVE!" Canary shouted, diving aside before unleashing a scream that ripped through the metallic chamber. The sonic blast hit the front-most robot, forcing its circuits to spark violently as it staggered back.
Batgirl rolled forward, twin batons igniting with electric current. "Your turn, big guy!" She vaulted onto its arm, striking joint after joint with precise strikes. The machine collapsed to one knee as she jammed a charge into its neck, frying its optics.
"Incendio!" Zatanna's hands erupted in flame, her spell arcing like a whip that burned across two machines at once. They stumbled, burning plates peeling away under the magical heat.
For a moment—it looked like victory. One fell. Then another.
But as the girls caught their breath, dozens of drones flooded the chamber, swarming the remains of the fallen robots. Metal screeched, sparks flew—within seconds, the hulking machines rose again, fully repaired.
"…You've got to be kidding me," Canary muttered, blood on her lip.
Batgirl spun her batons, sweat on her brow. "They're respawning?! No… the drones are rebuilding them!"
"Then let's crush the drones too!" Zatanna yelled. "Hctiws morf tsurt!"A bolt of mystic lightning shot across the chamber, frying half the drones mid-air.
But the reaction was immediate. The nearest war-machine let out a mechanical roar, its chest opening as dozens of mini-rockets launched straight at her.
"Zee, WATCH IT!" Canary's scream tore through the rockets mid-flight, shattering some in a chain explosion. Still, the shockwave slammed Zatanna into a wall, coughing blood.
Batgirl snarled, launching her grappling hook onto the monster's back and stabbing her baton deep into its spinal cables. "STAY—DOWN—DAMN IT!" Sparks burst out, the robot collapsed again… only for drones to rush in once more.
It became a vicious cycle. Destroy one—another rebuilt. Attack the drones—the robots turned berserk, weapons spewing fire, rockets, and beams with terrifying precision.
Hours seemed to bleed into minutes as the three women fought relentlessly. Canary's throat was raw from constant screams, Batgirl's arms ached as her batons cracked from overuse, and Zatanna's voice trembled as her incantations pushed her magical reserves to the brink.
Still, they refused to fall. Each time they were knocked down, they rose again. Each time one was nearly killed, the others covered her.
And then—suddenly.
The machines froze mid-motion. Drones hovered lifeless in the air before crashing to the ground like broken toys.
"…What… the hell?" Batgirl whispered, panting hard.
A familiar voice echoed through every speaker in the WarWorld:
"This is Jason… I have taken down Mongul. I shall be taking over the WarWorld now… Stop your missions."
The women stood in silence, bloodied, bruised, and barely breathing. But they were alive.
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"BLACK FLASH, BABY!" Harley's manic laughter echoed as her bat crunched another drone's head, sparks spraying like fireworks. She twirled mid-spin, eyes wide with chaotic delight.
"Harley, less screaming, more smashing!" Green Arrow snapped as he loosed three arrows in rapid succession. Explosions tore through the swarm, but more poured in. "Robin, we don't have time! Their numbers are infinite!"
"I KNOW, I KNOW!" Robin shouted back, ducking under a drone swipe before jamming his taser straight into its processor. The machine shorted out, giving him a split second to return to his hacking. "Stop rushing me!"
Beast Boy shifted into a massive rhino, charging through a cluster of drones and sending them flying. "Arrow's right! This is endless!"
"They keep comin' back like my ex-boyfriends!" Harley laughed, smashing another into scrap. "Only this time I'm havin' FUN!"
The chamber was chaos. Drones poured from every hatch, lasers ricocheting off walls. Beast Boy's transformations tore them apart in raw power, Harley's unpredictable swings smashed through with wild energy, Arrow's precision kept them at bay, and Robin—despite every distraction—kept typing, coding, and fighting, sometimes all at once.
It was brutal. Hours of relentless combat pressed them to their limits. Robin's forehead dripped with sweat as his computer beeped furiously.
Then—suddenly, the drones froze. One by one, their optics dimmed, lifeless husks clattering to the floor.
Robin blinked, stunned. "Wait… did I—?"
He looked at his screen, realization dawning. "I did it! I actually can shut down the generator's system! I—"
But before he could finish celebrating, a voice echoed through the WarWorld, chilling them to the bone.
"This is Jason… I have taken down Mongul. I shall be taking over the WarWorld now… Stop your missions."
The four froze in silence, the chamber filled only with the crackling of broken drones.
"…Wait… HE beat Mongul?!" Green Arrow muttered, disbelief etched across his face.
Harley giggled, wiping blood from her cheek. "Guess our boss just became king o' the moon."
Beast Boy's green eyes narrowed. "…Or something worse."
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Jason sank into a command chair like it belonged to him. The Warworld's systems shimmered around him in cyan glyphs and holographic menus. With a few calm taps he killed every active operation—engines idling, weapon arrays powering down, automated defenses slipping into standby. He didn't need fanfare. He only needed control.
A single line of text flashed: Ownership pending. He smiled without humor and tapped the confirmation. Taken.
Outside, the battle-sky stilled. Superman and the heroes in orbit let out the breaths they'd been holding. Mongul's roar was gone. For now, the threat was dead.
Jason leaned forward and scanned the Warworld's message log. There were dozens of incoming packets—threat reports, petitions, classified feeds. One in particular caught his eye: a recorded transmission from the Alliance of Stars. He touched it and the Warworld obliged, spitting foreign syllables into the speakers. The alien voice was oily, indignant, recorded long before Mongul's final collapse.
The Warworld overlaid an automatic translation in clean text across the holo.
"Damn it, Mongul! You're declaring war on Darkseid indirectly by challenging the humans! Do you think you can stand against Apocalypse? Return to your senses. That planet is doomed anyway—Darkseid has claimed it. It's gone."
The speaker's portrait—an obese, sleazy-eyed magnate—blinked in the corner of the holo. The message dripped contempt. Jason listened, let the anger in the message sharpen his features, and then he reached for the main comms.
"Connect me to every contact the Warworld can reach," he ordered. The ship hummed and began bridging channels across star-systems, opening transponders, broadcasting handshakes. Systems across a dozen languages acknowledged the call.
Jason straightened. The holo compiled his voice into a thousand tongues, queued every relay. He didn't need theatrics; he needed to be heard.
He breathed, then spoke into the void with the kind of calm that made the ship itself seem to hold its breath.
"This is Jason, Leader of the Pantheon—an organization sworn to protect Earth and its people. Together with a like-minded alliance known as the Justice League, we have defeated and killed the criminal called Mongul. As spoils of war, I have claimed this Warworld. It will no longer be a weapon for conquest.
I declare this Warworld a shield for Earth—a second moon to guard it.
Listen carefully: Earth is off-limits. I don't speak in diplomacy to make friends; I speak in terms you all understand. If you wish to trade, to speak, to visit—do so with respect. If a single threat is directed at Earth—political, military, or otherwise—then I, Jason, King of Curses, will take your head.
That includes Darkseid. Stay the fuck away from my planet—or I will kill you. Simple as that."
The broadcast flared through the channels. The Warworld translated and re-sent the declaration in hundreds of dialects, each one trailing on the heels of the original: blunt, absolute, unavoidable.
When the last relay pinged, Jason sat back. Around him the ship recalibrated—its weapons locked, its sensors arrayed not toward invasion but toward guardianship. He let the silence settle like a new kind of law.
"Translate that and push it to all channels," he said to the ship as if giving a casual order. The Warworld answered with a soft, mechanical affirmation.
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