Down at the Justice Union headquarters, everything was calm. Bundles of super-heroes roamed the area, ready to take action if there were any signs of mortal threat or immediate danger. A transporter was set under the main hall of the gigantic building, where heroes were able to come and go as they pleased. One of the Justice Union core members, Eaglet Girl was monitoring outside activity with the use of the electronically centralized Justice Union supercomputer. As she was searching through files, an instant transmission blitzed onto the screen. It seemed to be an urgent message. As the static cleared, Ultraman's face appeared, as grave and solemn as ever. "Eaglet Girl, there's trouble. A mass army of gargantuan mechanical robots is devasting southern Uruguay. Get everyone with the ability of flight to get down here as soon as possible. Deploy all units, transport ships, and vehicles. Hurry, the army is overwhelming us out here!" he cried. "What about those who are not here?" Eaglet Girl asked. "Try to contact every single one of them. We need all the help we can get....Agh.....arg....ARRRAAAAAH!" With the last remnants of the transmission faded with cries from a struggling comrade, Eaglet Girl hurried to alert all active roster members. She quickly darted for the intercom, and pressed the button to activate it. "Attention all members. There has been a deadly rampage ensuing in the southern vicinity of Montevideo," her voice echoed. Heroes of all shapes and sizes stopped in their tracks to listen to the message, but some shot blank stares, and confused moans. A bit perturbed, Eaglet Girl explained, "Montevideo, the capital of Uruguay! In South America!" she bellowed. Many voices of acknowledgement and realization echoed through the compounds. "Oooohh. Yes, now you see." She said dumbfoundedly. She explained in detail, "I repeat a deadly arsenal of giant robots is plaguing the city of Montevideo. Ultraman has issued a draft of all active members, and inactive, to immediately transport themselves to the city. Those who have the ability of flight, get on your way, NOW! Others, please find the transportation dock immediately and wait for further orders." At that, she hung up the intercom and fled to aid the leader of the Justice Union.

Justice Union Preview: Crash Course In Mechanices

Archer was sitting down in the cafeteria of the headquarters, sipping away at his cafe latte. He was wearing a feather-tipped hat, maroon-colored garments that represented Robin Hood's, leather gloves, and buckled leather boots. His tunic shown bright red as he put down his cup, then reaching to grab one of his arrows. He began examining the sharply tipped edge of the dart. "So, another emergency for the league, eh?" he said to himself coolly. Just then, someone approached from the distance. "Yes. I see you've mastered the ability to sense my arrival, Kevin Manboat" replied a deep, dark voice that came from the shadows. "'Tis the gospel truth," Archer replied. The other man slowly strode out of the darkness. "You're assigned to this mission, too, Archer. Don't forget that. You'll be bunking in Sector 7-G, riding in the Blackbird Airliner," said the mysterious voice of core team member, The Blue Panther. "Better make this one count, or you'll be on the inactive roster for a while." He explained. "It doesn't matter if I'm active or not," Kevin shot back. "I do what I please, whenever I want." Kevin put his arrows back into his quiver. "I trust that my journey will have the expected roomy accomodations," he wondered. The Blue Panther sighed, and replied, "Hmm. Looks like you'll be bunking with Vagabond Thomas Fletcher, and Pyra, aka Carol Tanbert." Kevin fold in arms with a bewildered look on his face. "But.....I thought Pyra could fly?" he asked the Panther. The Blue Panther folded his arms as well. "Yes, that is true, but only in her embellished state," he clarified. Disapprovingly, he lowered his arms. "Ah well, one cannot live in the world without the world living with him." Archer philosiphied. "Now where is this 'Sector 7-G?'" He asked. The Panther pointed into the large retractable door in the far distance, where many members were flocking toward. "Follow those people, and once you're inside the docking bay, find the sign posted "7-G" on top of a doorway, once you go through there, one of our complimentary robots will help guide you." He explained. "Ah, just what I need today, mechanical incompetence." Kevin complained. "What are we battling this mission anyway, my esteemed black cat?" He asked. The Blue Panther raised a brow at him. "Well, first of all, it's the Blue Panther. And I'm glad you asked that Mr. Manboat. Eaglet Girl has already explained that it is lethal mechanical robots that we are battling today. Hope you have lots of fun." He said sarcastically. "Figures," Kevin said, ungleefully. They then bid each other farewell and Archer began strolling down toward the large garage door that lay on the far side of the headquarters. Along the way he saw many various, color-differerentiated costumes that burned his eyes. "Can't they wear anything less repulsive?" he asked an unknowing crowd. "I wish I had some sunglasses," he wished. A few minutes passed and Archer was finally in the docking bay. Dozens of spaceports and warpholes were located around the "space" garage. "Funny." He said. "I don't come here too often." He scanned the area looking for his sector. "Sector 6-A, 6-B...." he examined. Finally he was able to spot his relatively small sector, 7-G. Curious, he went through the doorway, which revealed a cramped little jet that was no larger than a bus. "Hmmm, this should be fun." He said sarcastically. Then a small, slim, mechanical robot came reving towards him. "Excuse me sir." the robot said in a slightly programmed tone. "I must verify that you are entitled to ride in this...space....space....space ship." It stuttered. "Just great." Kevin started. The robot ran a full diagnostic on Archer scanning his retinas, nose, hair, you name it. "As a matter of verification, I must, must blow air into your eyes." The robot told him. "No!" Kevin negated. He tried to fend off the robot and turn his head away, but the robot was too strong. He blew a small blast of wind into Kevin's eye, and Kevin receded backward. "You fool!" He cried. The robot stared in puzzlement. "Fool......Fool....Fool? Does not compute." The robot explained. "Oh forget it," Kevin said frustrated. "Please board the ship now. Your two co-passengers are ready and waiting. I will be your pilot for today." The robot prompted. "Even better! Soon robots will be controlling are lives....creating boundless catastrophe!" He cried, perturbed.

The cockpit opened and he found the two passengers already awaiting him. "Do you always wait until the last minute?" A western voice asked Kevin. He was dressed as a cowboy, with a 10-gallon hat atop his head, bandana around his face, pistol belt around his waist, and cowboy boots with the traditional spurs. "Tha name's Thomas. Thomas Fletcher, but you can call me Vagabond," he greeted. "Nice to meet you." He said. "Yes, likewise, Yosemite Sam." Kevin mocked. "Hey now, there's no need for rudeness." Thomas said. "We're all here to work together. Ain't that right Carol?" He asked a young woman beside him with black hair, wearing a slightly green outfit. "Ah, you must be Pyra." Archer concluded. "How come you can't fly on your own?" He asked. "Hey now, what's the matter with yall?" Thomas acted Kevin. Archer sighed, and sat down. "You must pardon me. I'm a bit of a loner. I'm not used to all this superhero business. I'm more comfortable with "normal people," such as my colleagues in acting." He explained. "Well, not to dampen your britches, but I'm not much of a "super" hero either. I'm just a vigilante trying to avenge the weak and needy. Just like you." Thomas concurred. Thomas picked up a pack a cigarettes and lit one."To answer your earlier question," Pyra chimed in. "I am unable to fly because I am not able to transform into my enflamed state in space. I must absorb energy from the sun through the atmosphere in order to ignite," she said. "By the way, my name is Carol Tanbert." she greeted him, outstretching her hand. "Pleasure's all mine." Kevin replied politely. The robot's programmed voice interrupted, "Excuse me, if you are all finished with your greetings, than I will commence with the navigation to our destination to Montevideo, Uruguay. Please fasten your seat belts, do not play any electronic video games or devices, and above all, please no smoking." Thomas took the cigarette out of his mouth and threw it to the ground. "Darn." he said.

"We will gain liftoff in 5....4....3...2..1!" the robot yelled. After that, the engines revved, the cockpit rumbled, and the rockets began to flare. In a matter of seconds the rockets propelled the aircraft speedily into space, heading towards its destination. "Estimated Time Arrival: 13 minutes and 42 seconds." The robot bellowed. "Sit back and relax. Have some peanuts if you will," it offered. Soon thereafter, the aircraft had come into the earth's atmosphere, and was hovering over the grand South American landscape. "Would you look at all those mountains?" Carol asked in wonderment. "They're beautiful." Vagabond looked out the window at the lush green-covered mountains that stretched across the area. "You don't see no mountains like those up in Montana." Thomas agreed. As the two were gazing at the beautiful geography, Kevin had something else on his mind. He sat in his seat, tapping his arm rest. "I think it's crazy to entrust our lives with inanimate beings." Kevin pointed out. "Think about it, when worse comes to worse, if the robot suddenly shorts out, can any of us fly this contraption?" He wondered. Thomas entered the conversation. "I've heard that these here robos are state of the art robotech robots. They ain't failed at nothing people tells me." Thomas said. At that very moment, a small, but distinct exploding noise came from the front seat. "Malfunction! Malfunction! Coordinates set...auto-pilot...failing........shuuuttiinnngg.....doooowwwnn" The robot said, its programmed voice getting lower and lower, deeper and deeper until it came to a halt.Thomas stared at the exploded robot. "Of course," Thomas began. "Talk's talk," he reasoned. Kevin panicking, grabbed onto his seat and held on tight. "I think.. it's time that we all screamed in terror!" Kevin proposed. Agreeing, the three heroes screamed in terror as the aircraft speedily thrust down towards the moist jungles of Brazil.....