Dr. Gear-o watched in disbelief as his prized creation was being dismembered. Immediately, he realized the danger to himself being defenseless and began to flee. However, he was halted at the very presence of the Panther that appeared stealthily before him. “What!? How could you’ve!?” He turned around, then turned back at the Panther in disbelief. “I need answers, Gear-o,” The Panther explained, swiping his utility belt back to his possession. He then drew out some of his Panther discs to hold them ready in hand.

Justice Union#1: Episode 7 - "Secrets Revealed"

Gear-o gulped in anxiousness as he peered at the silver, slicing discs, sparkling under the laboratory lights. “If you move, I can’t promise you won’t find your head on the ground,” the Panther said. “Alright! I created that stupid piece of junk! Yes! I used Ultraman’s DNA to make an android-like counterpart! But that confounded piece of machinery wouldn’t obey me! So I just got rid of it! Yes, I got rid of it! So I decided to work a new project! The Z-5-0 LASER CANNON! It is my prized creation…in progress. Would you like to see?” Gear-o ranted. “Cut the trash, Gear-o. I know you don’t specialize in Androids, you’re purely robotics,” the Panther deduced. “Who put you up to it?!” The Panther asked demandingly. Bullets of sweat formed on the Doctor’s balding head. “Eh, I decided... to change my fashions,” he covered up. “But you hate people,” The Panther reminded him, raising his Panther discs into the air. “Alright! Alright! It was some alien galactic warlord…Thrash morkus or something! He provided me with the box of necessary materials, it was for some sort of project… I don’t know…I don’t care!” The Panther’s eyes widened. “You mean, Thrasymochis, the interplanetary conqueror who believes that Justice is for the weak!?” The Panther blurted. “Yes! Whatever his name is. He must’ve heard how well I do with robots, and chose me for the experiment! I was paid a handsome reward to build my own laboratory!” Gear-o explained. “In the…sewers?” Panther asked. Gear-o faltered. “Well, it has to be a secret laboratory mind you!” He replied. “You fool, you don’t know what you’ve done!” The Panther cried. “Where’s the box of cloning materials?!” He yelled. The doc began sweating like a pig roasting in a hot volcano once again. “I…I…sent them back! I sent them back with all the information on how to build the Ultrabots! It was part of deal. And you know how Dr. Gear-o makes good on good deals.” He said. “Here’s the deal…you just handed the entire earth over to the infamous galactic warlord who decimates entire planets!” The Panther screamed in anger. “How can we stop the Ultrabots!?” He asked. The doc put his hand to his chin. “Well, there was a fail-safe device that I had built just in case that robot posed any trouble to my operations, but the darn chrome dome broke it,” he explained. The Panther picked the doctor up by the collar once again. “Fix it… and get it working again!” He demanded in an urgent tone. Dr. Gear-o brandished his fist in the air. “That was not in the schedule!” He retorted. The Panther waved the doctor back and forth. “Well, PUT IT IN YOUR SCHEDULE!” he invocated, raising his right fist back. At the sound of these words, Gear-o consented, and the Panther threw him across the room to his working table, monitoring his every move, and making sure the completion of the fail-safe device occurred.