Tens of thousands of people had gathered in Freedom Square for the event. Newsmen, families, political activists and not so discrete employees of the secret service mingled with the huge crowd in front of the gargantuan stage. The president of the united states would soon make her appearance, but the crowd hadn't gathered for her. As revolutionary as a female president once had been, the crowd had come for the fabled super heroine Stacie Morgan otherwise known as the scarlet starlet.

There was a unison gasp of anticipation from the crowd as a man entered the stage, taking a microphone from its holder and clearing his throat. "Ladies and gentlemen." He announced, "the president of the united states of America!"

The crowd cheered as the president herself entered the stage, waving with a big white smile plastered over her face. She was young, well dressed and ruthlessly charismatic. "Hello Nova city!" She called out as the announcer handed her the microphone. "How are ya'll doing today!?" She asked, garnering a new round of applause and cheering from the assembled people.

"We are here today to celebrate someone very special. Someone who has lead the way for women everywhere, and been a great personal inspiration for myself. I'm speaking of course, of our own scarlet starlet!" The roar of support that came from the crowd was deafening, and it seemed like it never wanted to subside.

High above them there was a red line shooting through the sky, soaring through the air and landing just an inch from where the gasping president. Unceremoniously grasping the microphone from the president Stacie jumped up and down as she jogged along the stage with her curly red hair flowing behind her and waved to her fans. "Whooa, go Nova city!" She cried out, and thousands upon thousands of screaming voices answered her.

"Fucking bitch." The president mumbled, adjusting her suit as she gave Stacie a venomous look, signaling to cut her microphone as she picked up another one.

Smiling again she looked out over the crowd. "In light of her efforts against the criminal element, not just in Nova city but in all corners of our nation we've decided to award her the medal of honor." She proclaimed, opening a small box and taking out the prestigious medal.

It took a good long while before things had calmed down enough that the ceremony could proceed and the order could be pinned to Stacie's red tube top. The honor itself was an odd fit with the rest of Stacie's outfit which was comprised of a pair of pink thigh highs with white stripes, a pair of sturdy red boots, tight red hotpants and a tube top that only just managed to hide her ample bosom.

Much later it would be said that this had been Stacie's finest moment, up there on the stage in front of those hopeful thousands.

But that was before it happened.