How Would Victory Be Decided?

"Master, Oa Star is requesting communication." Zero's voice rang out in the holographic Solar System command room. "Hmm?" He-El raised an eyebrow slightly, a trace of thought flickering in his deep gaze. Why was Oa Star contacting him now? Both sides were preparing for war, getting ready to fight each other, and they wanted to talk now? Were they surrendering? "Put them through," He-El said. His standing figure fell backward, and a black-and-gold throne materialized behind him, catching him and letting him recline in comfort.