Clark Park, East Vancouver. Late afternoon.
XCOM Commander Joe Jukic surveys the park, now transformed into a neon-lit combat zone. Benches are barricades, trees are sniper cover, and glowing laser targets dot every corner.
Joe Jukic: “Welcome to Clark Park, Bieber. Tom Cruise’s old stomping grounds. Legendary training happened here.”
Justin Bieber: “Tom Cruise… really?”
Joe Jukic: “Yeah. And now it’s your turn. The United Nations Space Force needs volunteers. First mission: laser tag. Think of it as… basic combat prep.”
He hands Justin a glowing laser gun and straps a vest onto him.
Joe Jukic: “Also, hit aidd.org, the Battlefield Earth learning page. Learn the terrain, the tactics, the threats. This is your UN Space Force briefing.”
Justin fidgets with the vest. “Uh… okay. I’ll check it out.”
Joe Jukic: “Remember the Roman motto: Si vis pacem, para bellum—‘If you want peace, prepare for war.’ Clark Park isn’t just a park. It’s a battlefield. Train hard, learn fast… and maybe one day, you’ll protect Earth from the stars.”
Training Montage Begins:
- Justin dodges laser fire behind park benches, sweat forming under his hoodie.
- Joe demonstrates precise maneuvers, taking cover behind maple trees, popping out to tag targets with uncanny accuracy.
- Justin fumbles, trips, laughs—but Joe’s sharp eyes catch every misstep.
Joe Jukic: “Focus! Space isn’t forgiving. One mistake, one missed shot, and it’s over!”
- Justin finally hits a moving target, and Joe nods approvingly.
- The duo runs drills through the playground, the jungle gym now a simulated urban combat zone.
- Joe sets up “enemy ambushes” using remote-controlled drones, forcing Justin to think fast, duck low, and fire smart.
Joe Jukic: “Good, Bieber! Remember—adapt or die. The UN Space Force doesn’t wait for the slow. Move, strike, survive.”
- Justin starts moving like a natural, weaving through trees, tagging targets with precision.
- Joe smirks, tossing him a small communicator. “Next step: satellite recon. You’re ready for orbital simulations… if you survive today.”
Lasers flash through Clark Park as the sun dips below the horizon. Justin, breathing heavily, finally stands tall, his confidence building. He looks at Joe.
Justin Bieber: “Okay… I think I get it now. If you want peace, you prepare for war.”
Joe Jukic: “Exactly. And this is only the beginning. Earth and the stars are waiting.”
Clark Park, East Vancouver. The following morning.
The park is alive with the sound of birds, distant traffic, and… the excited chatter of children. Word has spread fast: Justin Bieber is here, and he’s no longer just a pop star—he’s a UN Space Force trainee and Clark Park commander.
Groups of children, ages 8–14, hover at the park edges, phones in hand, streaming videos, tweeting, and recording TikToks. Suddenly, a ripple of determination spreads through the crowd.
Child 1: “We’re tired of staring at screens all day!”
Child 2: “Yeah! I want to get out and actually move!”
Justin steps forward, vest on, laser gun slung across his back. His voice rings out across the park.
Justin Bieber: “Alright, team. Listen up! This isn’t just about fun—it’s about training your bodies and minds. Clark Park is your battlefield. Today, you move, you dodge, you run, and you play… under my leadership!”
The kids cheer, tossing their devices aside. Justin directs them through a series of obstacle drills:
- Sprinting between trees, weaving through benches.
- Ducking under ropes tied between lamp posts—his “laser grid.”
- Tossing frisbees and dodgeballs, practicing agility and coordination.
- Mini laser tag rounds, with neon targets tied to trees, teaching them teamwork and strategy.
Justin Bieber: “Remember the motto: Si vis pacem, para bellum. You want peace, stay healthy, stay strong. If you prepare now, you can tackle anything.”
Parents start watching from a distance, amazed. “He’s actually… getting them off their phones,” one whispers.
By midday, the park is buzzing with energy, laughter, and laser tag bolts whizzing past. Justin moves among the kids, giving tips, correcting stances, and encouraging teamwork.
Justin Bieber: “Good job, everyone! Clark Park is your playground… but today, it’s also your training ground. Keep moving, keep learning, and maybe one day, you’ll join the UN Space Force—or at least be ready for anything life throws at you.”
The children erupt in cheers. Phones lie forgotten in the grass. Screens are down, energy is up, and the park—once quiet and ordinary—is now alive with the thrill of real, active engagement.
Justin, smiling, looks at the sunset over East Vancouver. “This… this is how we start building heroes.”
