<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">Monica Yen, Le Royal Monceau Hotel<br/>Issue #1: On Wings Of Destiny!</span></strong></span><br/><br/>Le Royal Monceau. A five-star luxury hotel located mere minutes from the Arc de Triomphe and Champse Elysees. The home away from home of Monica Yen for the last month while she investigated a pharmaceutical company in Paris. Business, however, never stopped. She always had to manage the day-to-day operations of Yen Securities, even from France. Her room was tailored to her needs, the hotel staff had set her up with excellent high-speed internet and two phone lines so she could take calls. As far as the staff and her company knew, she was here looking at smaller security companies with the prospects of buying one of them out and opening up a branch of Yen Securities in France. And for all she knew, she just might do that as well. She also had numerous prototypes to look over; a few small security gadgets from the boys in her tech lab that she was supposed to check out and approve for production. Security as a business was always growing and evolving. Every time those on the right side of the law took a step forward the criminals did as well.<br/><br/>Monica had been thrown into this position without much warning. In a short time she'd learned about business, finance, security equipment, electronics, penal law, and firearms. Thankfully, she could handle it. She had always been a brilliant woman and learning and adapting to new tasks came easy to her. It was no surprise that she'd come up with a few gadgets of her own. Gadgets that she'd been hanging on to for some reason. The vision goggles and the EMP discs. She didn't know why she'd kept them from her tech department. Monica had meant to, to introduce them and make them a part of her High Security line. But a nagging voice kept her from doing so, made her hold on to these things. She also had another little object; stun batons. Collapsible tonfa with rubber grips that could deliver a little shock with each hit.<br/><br/>She had been busy all day, her phone (cell or otherwise) was ringing off the hook and there was always paperwork to do. It made it hard to find time to sift through the documents she'd dug up on the corrupt pharmaceutical conglomerate she'd been investigating. But something suddenly happened that trumped all of that.<br/><br/><em>"Help him!"</em><br/><br/>Monica heard the plea for help on her TV and she looked over. Something inside of her snapped at that exact moment. She wasn't given any special powers, any extraordinary abilities. She was given the will, the burning desire to do more. To do more than push paper around and work within the confines of the law. As she watched Starman and the Iron General engage in their fateful duel she knew she had to do something more, to become something more. Starman was losing. If he was going to survive this battle, he'd need divine intervention.<br/><br/>"..Divine intervention.." Monica murmured. She stood up from her desk and swept her papers aside, revealing a book on Japanese folklore she'd been reading on the plane and in her free time here in Paris. It was still marked at the last page she'd read. One about the Yatagarasu, the three-legged crow that signaled divine intervention in human affairs. That's what she needed to be. Not just divine intervention, but a symbol. Even if only to herself. The business woman sprinted around her room, propelled by a sudden need to help save Starman. She grabbed a few articles of clothing and threw them into a bag. Before she left, she grabbed those gadgets she'd brought. She was going to put them to use.<br/><em><strong><br/>"Stop at once!"</strong></em><br/><br/>Monica shouted at the Iron General just as he reared his fist back and prepared to deliver the killing blow. Except now, she wasn't Monica Yen. She was the Yatagarasu. She didn't have a costume yet, but she did have the time to dress up in her disguise after she'd left the hotel. Monica was now dressed all in black from head to toe; a pair of tight-fitting black pants, black boots, fingerless gloves and a close-fitting black shirt. She had thrown a black scarf around her neck and used it to cover the lower half of her face while the high-tech goggles she'd invented helped to conceal her identity further. Right after her verbal warning Monica threw the little EMP disc, frisbee-ing it at the Iron General. The prototype hit his raised fist and stuck to it firmly. With her other hand, Monica fingered a remote she'd been palming and detonated the device, sending an EMP wave through the General's armor, shutting it down completely.<br/><br/>For about three seconds.<br/><br/>The blast was small, it was only going to stop the General for those few seconds, and that little disc was the only prototype she had. It was gone now. But it would give Starman the time to get out of the way and, God willing, for more help to arrive. Because now Monica was out of ideas. She had not thought this 'savior' idea through.