The Prometheus Javelin cut silently through the void as it exited hyperspace into the Vega system. Its advanced cloaking technology activated instantly, its sleek hull dissolving into the starry backdrop, rendering it invisible to both sight and sensors.
On the command deck, Rachel sat in her captain's chair, fingers tapping thoughtfully on the armrest as she studied the holographic tactical displays showing incoming sensor readings.
They'd made good time—just two days had passed since departing Earth, days they'd spent training intensively and preparing for what awaited them.
Dick looked up from his tactical display, shaking his head. "I still can't believe you did that. You're pushing the ship pretty hard."
"Are you actually complaining about Mother Empress and me finding a faster route?" Rachel asked, raising an eyebrow.
"No, of course not, Raven—"
"Captain," Rachel corrected, her gaze sharp.
Dick momentarily tensed under her gaze before replying. "Right... Captain. Don't get me wrong, the faster route was great—after all, it saved us a day's worth of travel time. But when you suddenly appeared on the bridge demanding an immediate course change, it caught everyone off guard. Some warning would've been nice before yanking us out of hyperspace like that. None of us even knew you were looking into alternative routes. And honestly, that maneuver put some serious strain on our systems. I'm just saying—"
"First Officer Nightwing," Rachel fixed him with a deadpan stare. "Consider this. Our intelligence is over a year old, based on our prisoner's travel time from Vega to Earth. The extra day we gained allows for more reconnaissance, which means better intelligence and a higher probability of mission success. Isn't that worth a momentary disruption?"
"You've got me there," Dick admitted with a sigh, leaning back in his seat. He couldn't help but smile slightly, recognizing this as her subtle payback for his Titans Tower design choices. "Smart move, Captain."
Hearing the banter, the rest of the bridge crew could only chuckle and snicker quietly.
"Approaching planet Okaara," Kara soon announced from navigation, her eyes rapidly processing the stream of data across her displays.
At her station, Kori's fingers moved across her console as she adjusted the ship's trajectory.
"Atmospheric composition is similar to Earth, it should be breathable for all of us," Richie announced from his station analyzing the readings from the planet.
Kara paused as she viewed the planet from the viewport, her eyes clouding with emotion. "This world sits at the edge of what was once my people's territory before the Citadel invasion and my sister's... betrayal."
"Good. We're sticking to the plan," Rachel said with a nod. "Okaara provides the perfect staging ground to gather fresh intelligence before we move against Tamaran." She swept her gaze over her team before giving out her orders. "I'll lead the landing party with Batgirl, Wonder Girl, Blue Beetle, and Beast Boy. Remember, our mission is reconnaissance only—get in, gather information about the current situation, and get out without being detected." She turned to Dick and added, "Nightwing, you'll command the Javelin while we're planetside."
Barbara adjusted her utility belt, double-checking her equipment before saying, "According to our preliminary intelligence, Okaara has minimal Citadel presence. It mainly serves as a trading post and refueling station, which should make completing our objectives relatively straightforward."
"Nevertheless, let's stay vigilant," Rachel cautioned. "As I mentioned earlier, Starfire's intelligence could be outdated. Conditions change rapidly in contested systems. We should also assume that Starfire's sister has surveillance throughout her territory."
She tapped a command into her terminal, causing her battle suit to partially integrate with her uniform, manifesting a hood which she pulled over her face as she rose from her seat. "If complications arise, I can extract us immediately."
"And I can break things if needed," Donna added with a hint of a smile, adjusting the bracers on her wrists.
Gar jumped up excitedly. "First alien planet I get to set foot on! Man, I feel giddy."
Kori approached the landing party. "Be careful, all of you. The people of Okaara are generally peaceful, but they fear the Citadel and my sister. Do not reveal your connection to me unless absolutely necessary."
The team nodded in unison before making their way to the shuttle bay. Dick's voice followed them through the comm system, "I'll maintain orbit and keep the Javelin cloaked. Constant communication, people. Any sign of trouble, and we're pulling you out."
As the party settled into the shuttle with Donna at the controls, the craft detached smoothly from the Javelin's underbelly. Its cloaking system activated immediately as it descended through Okaara's atmosphere. Donna piloted the shuttle with ease, bringing them down in a clearing several miles from the nearest settlement.
"Touchdown complete," she reported, powering down the engines. "Nothing on the sensors. We're good to go."
The landing ramp extended with a soft hiss, revealing an alien landscape. The air carried unfamiliar scents, like nothing on Earth.
"Alright," Barbara said, taking command of the ground team. "Blue Beetle, take the northwestern quadrant. Beast Boy, take the northeastern. Scout the perimeter of the settlement and gather what intel you can. Meet back here in two hours unless you hear otherwise."
Jaime nodded, his scarab armor flowing over his body. "On it." His armor formed wings that carried him skyward, quickly disappearing among the clouds.
Gar closed his eyes, concentrating. His skin rippled, bones and muscles reforming into the shape of a six-winged bird-like creature with iridescent plumage they'd observed on approach.
"That's one beautiful bird," Barbara muttered with a smile as Gar trilled and took flight in the opposite direction.
Rachel stepped forward, extending her hand and creating a spatial ripple before them. "This will take us directly to the settlement's edge without being seen. Let's go," she said quietly before stepping through.
Donna and Barbara exchanged a glance before nodding and following Rachel through the ripple, which closed silently behind them.
Soon the three women moved through the streets with ease. Their uniforms made them stand out, yet the sophistication of their attire kept most locals wary and at a distance. Donna's senses picked up snippets of conversation in various languages, which her universal translator rendered in real time, while Barbara observed the patterns of movement, identifying potential information sources.
"There," Rachel murmured, nodding toward a structure with colorful lights and the unmistakable sounds of revelry coming from within. "Establishments like that are information hubs in any culture."
The establishment, something between a tavern and a communal hall, buzzed with activity. As the three women entered, conversations momentarily faltered. Their beauty, even by the diverse standards of an interstellar trading post, drew immediate attention.
"Over there," Barbara whispered, nodding toward a corner table that offered a perfect vantage point of the entire establishment. She guided them through the crowd, and once seated, surveyed the room with a satisfied nod. "Perfect. Now we wait and listen."
"How long do you think we'll need to wait?" Donna whispered, leaning slightly toward Barbara as her eyes scanned the establishment.
"Not long," Barbara replied. "Let's just be patient and see who approaches us first."
As expected, they didn't have to wait long. Three large, scaled humanoids approached their table, their mandibles clicking in what appeared to be their species' equivalent of a leer.
"Well, look what we have here," the largest one gurgled, mandibles clicking hungrily as he leaned in. "Three exotic beauties wandering where they shouldn't. Say, ladies, need someone big and strong to show you around? After all, there are many dangerous men out there who would just love to eat you all up! Besides, I bet I've got plenty to... offer pretty little things like you."
"Boss, do you think they can even understand—" one of his companions began.
Barbara cut him off with a polite smile. "We appreciate the offer, but we're simply enjoying a quiet moment. Thank you."
But the alien wasn't discouraged. He rather loved a feisty challenge, and his hand reached for Donna's shoulder. "Come on now, don't be—"
His words stopped abruptly as Donna caught his wrist, her face remaining perfectly calm. "I wouldn't," she said softly.
Startled, the alien jerked against her grip and tried to pull away, his face contorting when he realized he couldn't break free.
"Fucking bitch! Release me now!" he snarled, mandibles clicking aggressively.
"As you wish." With a casual flick of her wrist, Donna sent him stumbling backward into a table of drinks, shattering glasses and drenching nearby patrons in colorful alien liquids.
"Boss—"
"Boss, are you alright?"
The alien staggered to his feet, his features contorted with rage. With a subtle gesture to his companions across the room, he hissed, "You'll regret doing that."
Instantly, six more creatures of various species rose from their seats, hands moving to their concealed weapons.
"Last chance," the alien snarled, mandibles clicking menacingly. "Come with us now, or we'll paint this place with your blood."
"This is pointless," Rachel sighed and, with a subtle gesture of her hand, created rippling distortions beneath each aggressor. The floor seemed to dissolve instantly under their feet. Their startled cries echoed briefly as they plummeted through the spatial portals, which sealed silently as Rachel lowered her hand.
A stunned silence fell over the room. Every patron froze, their eyes wide with disbelief. No one had expected this seemingly ordinary group of women to handle themselves so effortlessly against known troublemakers.
Then, from behind the bar, slow applause broke the silence. A tall, thin alien with four arms and pale blue skin stepped forward, his wide mouth split into an amused grin.
"Well! That's certainly not something you see every day!" he exclaimed, studying the women with genuine interest briefly before turning to address the room. "Everyone, return to your drinks. These guests clearly value their privacy, and I suggest we all respect that."
The patrons returned to their conversations, though curious glances still drifted toward the three women as the four-armed alien approached their table.
"Ladies," he said with a slight bow, "please accept my apologies for that unpleasant disturbance."
"It's fine," Barbara replied coolly, sizing up the alien she presumed to be the proprietor. With a smile, she straightened her posture and crossed her legs, projecting just the right amount of confidence. "Scum like that exist everywhere. But if you truly wish to make amends, perhaps you could provide your finest service and drinks as compensation? Surely that wouldn't be too much trouble for an establishment such as yours."
The proprietor's face twitched slightly as he assessed the situation. After witnessing their display of power—especially from the hooded woman—he decided appeasement was the wisest course.
"Of course," he replied with a practiced smile. "I am Karnaak, owner of this humble establishment. As an apology, I'll personally attend to you, and your first round is on the house." With another bow, he retreated toward the bar.
Rachel rested her chin on her hand, raising an eyebrow. "Well, that was subtle."
"Zip it, Raven," Barbara said, rolling her eyes as she relaxed her posture. "You're one to talk."
"They'll be fine," Rachel shrugged. "I just sent them for a little swim in that river we passed on our way here."
Donna chuckled. "That should cool them off."
"Like father, like daughter," Barbara said with a wry smile. "Orach has the same habit of dunking troublemakers in the Gotham river whenever they get on his nerves." She glanced toward the bar. "Besides, it worked. Look—we've caught exactly the attention we needed..."
Just then, Karnaak approached their table with a tray of exotic drinks. "Your refreshments, ladies. On the house."
Barbara's eyes narrowed slightly as she studied him. This was exactly the opening she'd been waiting for. "How generous," she said with a practiced smile, lifting her glass. She took a small sip and immediately regretted it, barely managing to maintain her composure as the foul-tasting liquid hit her tongue.
Rachel and Donna exchanged a subtle glance, noticing Barbara's reaction. With the slightest nod to each other, they raised their glasses to their lips. Just before the liquid could touch their tongues, Rachel created a nearly invisible spatial ripple between their lips that diverted the drinks away, sending them harmlessly outside the settlement.
"Excellent," Donna commented smoothly, setting her empty glass down with a satisfied expression.
Rachel nodded in agreement. "Quite unique."
Meanwhile, Barbara suppressed a cough, her eyes watering slightly.
"Absolutely... delightful," she managed with a strained smile before looking up at Karnaak. "But I wonder if you might recommend something else? We're… new to this sector and unfamiliar with the local specialties."
"I could tell right away you weren't locals," Karnaak said with a knowing smirk as he leaned closer, his voice dropping to a murmur. "Been running this place long enough to recognize a team when I see one. Mercenaries, perhaps? Or military from another system?"
"Something like that. We're just passing through," Barbara replied with a casual shrug.
"Fair enough," Karnaak said with a nod. "On Okaara, we don't ask too many questions. As long as your credits are good, you don't damage my establishment, and you keep trouble to a minimum, your business remains your own."
Donna tilted her head. "You seem quite observant."
Karnaak smiled as he replied, "When you serve drinks in a place like this, you learn to see everything. People talk freely when they think no one's listening. All kinds of information pass through these walls."
"Interesting," Barbara said, sensing an opportunity. "Perhaps we could make an exchange then—your finest drinks for some... information?"
The alien's expression turned calculating. After a moment's consideration, he nodded. "What would travelers like yourselves want to know about our sector?"
"We've heard rumors from acquaintances," Barbara said, casually swirling her drink, "about some major events happening in this system. A parade of the Citadel's forces on Tamaran, if I recall correctly? Sounds like it might be worth seeing."
Karnaak's face twitched slightly. "Ah, you've heard about the parade. Yes, there's quite the spectacle planned for tomorrow on Tamaran. Empress Komand'r is parading the full might of the Citadel Alliance through the capital. Impressive show of force, if you're into that sort of thing."
"There seems to be more to this story than you're letting on," Barbara said, meeting his gaze with a raised eyebrow.
Karnaak glanced around before leaning closer. "Let's just say it's meant to keep certain... dissatisfied elements in line."
"So there's still resistance on Tamaran," Barbara said, her voice dropping as she leaned in. "And here I was under the impression the Empress had crushed all opposition by now."
"It's not just Tamaran," Karnaak added. "There are still a few resistance cells across the system."
"I see." She traced the rim of her glass thoughtfully. "A parade this extravagant isn't just about showing off military might—it's about sending a message." Her eyes met Karnaak's. "But when rulers rely on fear alone, they create desperate people. And desperate people become dangerous. The Empress must realize she needs something more definitive to truly end resistance." She tapped her finger against her glass, studying his reactions. "So what's really happening tomorrow? Those rumors we heard about the royal family... there's truth to them, isn't there?"
Karnaak glanced around nervously before turning back to them. "Look, you seem... resourceful, I give you that. But that kind of information isn't shared freely in public spaces for a reason. It would cost you considerably more than a few drinks."
Barbara exchanged a look with Rachel, who subtly activated her terminal. Within seconds, a substantial credit transfer notification flashed on Karnaak's personal device. His eyes widened briefly before his expression settled into something more casual yet guarded.
"Prince Ryand'r," he said quietly. "The Empress's younger brother. He's been charged with leading the resistance against her rule. They captured him three days ago. Tomorrow's parade isn't just a show of force—it's a public execution. The Empress wants everyone to witness what happens to traitors... even royal ones."
The three women exchanged glances, maintaining their composure despite the gravity of this news.
"Is the Empress truly willing to execute her own brother? Her flesh and blood?" Donna murmured.
"Family ties mean nothing to Blackfire," Karnaak said with a grim nod. "If anything, she seems especially eager to make an example of him precisely because they share blood."
Barbara fixed her gaze on Karnaak. "We'd like to know more about this parade. Security protocols, timing, the route—details that tourists should know to get the best... view."
Their conversation continued as Barbara skillfully extracted every valuable piece of intelligence. By the time they finished, Karnaak's account had received several more credit transfers. With all the necessary information about Tamaran's situation now in their possession, they stood up and soon left, with Donna and Rachel stepping out first followed by Barbara.
Outside, as they rejoined the bustling street, Barbara grabbed their shoulders and pulled them close. Her voice was dangerously low as she hissed, "Neither of you actually drank those drinks, did you?"
Rachel and Donna exchanged a glance, their expressions perfectly innocent. Donna's lips curved into a slight smile.
"What are you talking about, Batgirl?" she replied smoothly. "Of course we drank them. You don't think we'd let you suffer through that awful concoction alone, do you?"
Rachel's face remained impassive. "I have no idea what you're talking about," she said, though the slightest hint of amusement flickered in her eyes.
Barbara's eyes narrowed, a smile slowly spreading across her face. "You two are the worst," she said, shaking her head. "I can still taste that... whatever it was... and you both just pretended? Let me guess, Rachel used her spatial powers to divert the drinks before they even touched your lips, right?"
Rachel avoided eye contact, her lips twitching slightly, while Donna burst into laughter.
"Alright, we admit it," Donna said, still chuckling. "It was hilarious watching you struggle to keep a straight face. Batgirl, defeated by some weird alien drink."
Barbara rolled her eyes. "I'll remember this, both of you. Just remember, payback's a bitch—and she bites."
Moving through the crowded market, they blended seamlessly with the crowd, listening to conversations between merchants and patrons. Soon Gar joined them, transformed into a vibrant alien bird perched on Barbara's shoulder, quietly relaying intelligence into her ear. In this interstellar trading hub where diverse species mingled, a woman with an exotic feathered companion attracted hardly any attention.
Once they reached a quiet alley, Rachel opened another spatial rift, and they stepped through to their shuttle's location. Jaime was already waiting, his armor retracting as they approached.
"Our intel was correct. The Citadel maintains a small presence here," he reported crisply. "There's a garrison on the north side. It's mostly for show, but they're monitoring all traffic entering and leaving the system."
Gar transformed back to his human form, stretching his arms. "The locals are terrified of Star's sister. This Empress Komand'r is seriously bad news. They call her 'Blackfire' in their language—said she burned three entire worlds that refused to acknowledge her rule."
As they boarded the shuttle, the ramp retracted. Once they settled in their seats, Donna started the shuttle's engines. "We need to get this information back to the others. Kori needs to know about her brother."
As the shuttle lifted off, Barbara activated the secure comm channel. "Javelin, this is ground team. Mission successful. We have critical intelligence to report."
Dick's voice came through. "Roger that, Batgirl. Go ahead."
"Ryand'r is alive and we know his general location," Barbara said. "But he's scheduled for public execution tomorrow during a military parade on Tamaran. It's being staged as a display of the Empress's power."
There was a pause as everyone on the Javelin turned to look at Kori, who visibly trembled. When she finally spoke, her voice was tight with emotion. "Our brother... no… how could she?"
"Star," Dick's voice, steady and calming. "We'll get him out. We have time. Now that we know his location, we can devise a plan."
A choked sob came through the comm, then Kori's voice broke through, filled with grief. "My sister... she's taken everything from me. Our parents... our home..." Her tone suddenly hardened with determination and rage. "But I will not let her take Ryand'r too."
"Kori," Rachel's voice softened as she addressed her friend by name. "Nightwing's right. I know this is extremely hard, but we need you to stay focused on the task at hand." She paused, choosing her next words carefully. "Look at it this way—this parade is actually working in our favor. An event this size will spread their security forces thin across the capital. We'll set course for Tamaran now, gather what we need along the way, then make our move when they least expect it." Her tone grew resolute. "Your brother will be safely aboard this ship by tomorrow night. That's a promise."
Kori nodded, wiping the corners of her eyes. "I… I understand, Captain."
Soon, the shuttle docked smoothly with the Javelin, the team filing quickly onto the command deck where the rest awaited. Kori's eyes were fixed on the landing party, Dick standing supportively at her side.
Barbara pulled up a holographic display, sharing all they had learned. "The parade begins at midday. Security will be focused on the main processional route. Ryand'r is likely being held in the central palace tower, heavily guarded."
"But," Donna added, "there's a weak spot. According to our source, Komand'r wants this to be a spectacle. She's ordered Ryand'r to be transferred to an open transport for the parade, where everyone can see the 'traitor prince' before his sentencing."
"That's our window," Rachel said decisively. "We'll intercept during the transfer, replace Ryand'r with a decoy, and extract him before anyone realizes what's happened."
Gar raised his hand. "Uh, decoy? Wait, like what you did with Wonder Woman during the Thanagarian invasion?"
Rachel nodded. "Similar, yes. I plan to leave that would-be Empress a nice little present—just like I did those Thanagarians."
Gar flinched slightly, glancing at Rachel with wide eyes. "Okay, that's genuinely terrifying," he said with a nervous laugh. "But it's for Star's brother so, I'm all in."
"It's definitely risky," Barbara cautioned, projecting security estimates onto the main screen. "Once the switch is discovered, the entire planet will be on high alert."
"Which is why we need a two-phase approach," Rachel explained, her voice calm but firm. "First, we extract Ryand'r without anyone noticing. Then, once he's safely aboard our ship, my little surprise will create enough chaos for us to easily make our escape."
Kori stepped forward, her voice steadier now. "I know my sister well. When she realizes Ryand'r is gone, she'll lash out. She will become reckless, desperate to reassert control. That is when she's both at her weakest and her most dangerous."
Dick added beside her. "That just means we can't afford even a single misstep."
"Don't worry, Star. We'll get him out," Rachel said, her eyes serious as she exchanged a subtle glance with Barbara before addressing Kori. "Batgirl and I have already started mapping contingencies. Your brother's safety comes first, then we can worry about what comes next."
Barbara nodded. "Exactly. Priority one is getting Ryand'r safely aboard and into a med pod. After that, we can turn our attention to dealing with your sister."
Ahem
Diana cleared her throat, drawing everyone's attention. She'd been leaning against the wall, silently observing until now.
"I like your enthusiasm, Titans," she said with a measured tone, "but we need proper reconnaissance first. From what Kori has shared about her sister, the Empress won't leave obvious vulnerabilities. Her Psion peace treaty has given her time to strengthen her defenses." She looked directly at Kori. "And remember, Komand'r isn't just ruling Tamaran now—she controls the entire Citadel Empire. Their warships likely surround the planet."
Kori nodded solemnly. "Wonder Woman is right."
Barbara and Rachel exchanged a glance before Barbara addressing Diana. "We've considered that. We'll approach cloaked on impulse power, then cut the drive and drift on inertia toward one of Tamaran's moons. From there, a small team—Raven, Beast Boy, Wonder Girl, Blue Beetle and myself—can take a shuttle down, disguised among space debris. Even if their sensors detect something, they'll dismiss it as junk caught in the planet's gravity."
"Once planetside," Rachel added, meeting her mother's gaze, "we'll split up as we did on Okaara to verify our intel. If there's an opportunity to extract Ryand'r before the parade, we'll take it quietly without drawing attention. Otherwise, we'll implement our plan to strike the transport, and I'll create a spatial rift to bring the rest of you down from the Javelin as discussed."
Diana tapped her fingers against her crossed arm, considering the plan. After a moment, she nodded. "It has gaps, but it's our best option. Proceed with caution. This is your mission." She paused, her gaze sweeping across the team before settling on her daughter with a pointed stare. "Just remember, Titans—pride makes for poor judgment. If you need backup, call me. I didn't come along just to enjoy the view."
Rachel's lips twitched slightly at her mother's warning before she replied with a wry smile and a slight nod. "Understood."
Next, Barbara walked them through the infiltration plan based on their gathered intelligence. Each team member received their specific assignment, and she detailed multiple contingency plans in case things didn't go as expected.
"All stations, report in," Rachel commanded, settling into the captain's chair as everyone took their positions.
"Cloak functioning at optimal levels. FTL drive primed and ready," Kara reported.
"Good." Rachel nodded. "Starfire, navigation status?"
Kori's fingers danced across the controls, her expression a mix of determination and anticipation. "Course plotted for Tamaran, Captain. Awaiting your order."
"Then let's bring you home," Rachel said, leaning back in her chair. "Starfire, engage thrusters."
In the next moment, the Javelin surged forward, heading straight for the heart of the New Citadel Empire and the planet Tamaran.
Tamaran
The capital city of Tamaran hummed with activity. Ships carrying dignitaries and guests streamed through Citadel Empire checkpoints as three cloaked figures—Donna, Rachel, and Barbara—moved through the crowded streets. Their hoods drawn low, they silently studied their surroundings, blending with the excited atmosphere while sensing the tension beneath.
Their infiltration had gone according to plan. They slipped past the orbital defense grid, landed on Tamaran's moon, and sent their chosen small team to the planet's surface, their shuttle touching down in a forest near the capital. Gar took the form of a native Tamaranian bird and soared toward the city, gathering intelligence from above while the team reassessed their strategy based on sensor data collected during their descent.
The scans revealed heavy security around the city's perimeter, forcing them to adjust their plan. Jaime would remain with the shuttle rather than join the ground team. Using her understanding of space laws, Rachel transported herself, Donna, and Barbara directly into the city, completely bypassing the security checkpoints. Now, as they moved through the streets, they noticed Citadel troops stationed at every intersection, their weapons conspicuously displayed.
"The locals are miserable," Rachel whispered, her empathic senses picking up the emotional currents beneath the surface. "Only the offworlders are enjoying themselves."
"Makes sense," Barbara said quietly. "These offworlders are just like Komand'r's inner circle—here to gawk at a fallen prince and curry favor with the Empress. Nothing draws people like them more than a public spectacle of humiliation."
"We should split up," Donna suggested, her voice barely audible over the crowd. "We can cover more ground."
Rachel nodded. "I'll head toward the palace. You two scout the parade route." With that, they melted into different directions.
Barbara and Donna found their way to a multi-level market overlooking the main avenue. Below them stretched the parade route—cleared and prepared for the Citadel's display of military might.
"They've blocked off every side street and secured all access points," Barbara observed, cataloging the security positions. "Everything matches our expectations so far."
Donna nodded. "Looks like Karnaak wasn't exaggerating." She gestured subtly toward the crowds. "Let's mingle and see what the locals are saying."
"Let's hope Raven finds a way into the palace and locates Ryand'r," Barbara said as she rose to follow Donna. "Otherwise, we'll need to proceed with our plan to attack the transport."
As they navigated through the marketplace, Barbara's shoulder collided with a hooded figure, causing her to turn.
"My apologies," the figure murmured, offering a quick bow before continuing on with their group.
"No problem," Barbara replied absently, her attention drawn to an alert flashing on her terminal. Her brow furrowed as she studied the display.
"Something wrong?" Donna asked, touching her shoulder lightly.
Barbara glanced in the direction of the retreating figures. "That's odd. My terminal detected highly encrypted communications from that group. If they were Citadel forces, that would make sense, but..."
"Why hide their faces?" Donna finished her thought.
"Exactly," Barbara said. "They could be working against the Empress, like us."
Donna's eyes narrowed thoughtfully. "Should we follow them?"
Barbara shook her head after a moment's consideration. "No. We need to stay focused on Ryand'r. We can't afford any distractions."
With a nod of agreement, Donna followed Barbara as they melded into the crowd, listening for any information that might aid their mission.
Meanwhile, Rachel approached the palace perimeter. Creating a pocket of altered space around herself, she slipped past guards and sentries, completely invisible to all observers. Following Kori's directions, she located a secret passage in an inconspicuous section of the palace—only to discover it blocked by heavy metal bars.
"Damn," she whispered, her thoughts racing. "Mom was right… fine, I'll just have to work a bit harder."
Undeterred, Rachel raised her hand and activated her terminal. "Mother Empress, scan for security measures beyond these bars."
A soft blue light emanated from her terminal as it scanned the passage. "Analysis complete," reported Mother Empress. "Multiple security measures detected: pressure-sensitive floor panels, thermal imaging grid above, and motion detectors along both walls."
"Wow," Rachel raised an eyebrow. "She's not taking any chances, is she?"
"Indeed, Princess," Mother Empress replied. "This Blackfire has quite thorough security protocols. Would you like me to disable these systems?"
Rachel shook her head. "No, let's not disable anything. This mission is part of my field training, and I need to rely on my own abilities. Besides, without access to their systems, any tampering could trigger alarms. Even with your impressive capabilities, it's not worth the risk. Just map out a safe path for me."
"Understood, Princess. Calculating optimal route now... done," Mother Empress responded as a holographic path materialized before Rachel, highlighting a safe path through the security grid. Drawing on her spatial manipulation abilities, Rachel warped space precisely around herself, stepping carefully between danger zones while her terminal continuously updated her on nearby threats.
Minutes later, she found herself in the palace dungeons. Though she doubted Ryand'r would be held here on his execution day, she didn't want to leave any stones unturned.
The prison was a chamber of misery. As Rachel moved silently past cells, she saw prisoners—many clearly Tamaranian—chained and beaten. Their suffering rolled outward in waves, forcing her to strengthen her mental barriers.
Finding no sign of Kori's brother, she paused to reconsider her approach in front of an empty cell. That's when an unexpected voice froze her in place.
"I sense you there, though I cannot see you."
Rachel turned slowly. In a nearby cell, a woman sat cross-legged on the floor, her limbs bound by glowing shackles. Despite her visible mistreatment and weakened state, her eyes—filled with unmistakable strength—fixed precisely on Rachel's invisible position.
"Your magic leaves traces," the woman said softly. "Faint, but perceptible to one with mystical training. You seek someone, don't you? Perhaps I can help."
Rachel hesitated, then made a calculated decision. While maintaining her position within her pocket of space, she expanded the dimensional fold to encompass the prisoner's cell. This created a secure pocket dimension around them both where they could speak without fear of detection.
"Who are you?" Rachel asked, materializing from shadows.
The woman's eyes widened briefly at the sight of such a young sorceress materializing before her, then her lips curved into a weary smile. "I am Kalista. And you?"
Rachel's empathic senses detected no deception from the prisoner. "They call me Raven. I'm looking for Prince Ryand'r."
Kalista's expression shifted. "The prince was moved early this morning to the ceremonial chambers near the Grand Hall. The Empress wants him..." she paused, "presentable for his public execution."
"He was already moved?" Rachel frowned, her brow furrowing in thought. "So finding him in the palace seems unlikely now."
Leaning closer to Kalista, she asked, "What about his security detail? How many guards were escorting him?"
"Four elite warriors and at least two attendants took him," Kalista replied, leaning forward as far as her restraints allowed. "They've fitted him with power dampeners like these." She nodded toward her shackles. "If you plan to go after him, expect at least that many guards, likely more."
"Why help me?" Rachel asked, her eyes narrowed, naturally suspicious.
Kalista shifted, her chains clinking softly. A bitter smile crossed her face. "Look around." She gestured weakly at her cell. "The Citadel destroyed my world and threw me in here to rot. What wouldn't I do to see them fall?"
"You're with the resistance," Rachel frowned, sensing her emotions.
"We prefer to be called freedom fighters, The Omega Men," Kalista corrected, a flash of pride breaking through her exhaustion. "We had the Citadel on the defensive on Euphorix until..." She trailed off, her expression darkening. "Our mission went sideways. When Primus—our leader—tried to sacrifice himself for the team, I used my magic to force him to safety instead." Her voice dropped to barely a whisper. "The movement needed him more than me."
"I understand. The enemy of my enemy is my friend, is it?" Rachel nodded thoughtfully.
Kalista managed a wry smile. "Is that a saying from your world? Interesting phrase... but yes, it fits our situation perfectly."
Rachel then activated her terminal. "Batgirl, Wonder Girl, I'm inside the palace, but our target's been moved already."
"What?" Barbara's voice crackled through. "The parade isn't even close to starting. Why move him early?"
"Classic misdirection," Donna replied. "Have to admit, this Empress knows what she's doing."
"I'll keep searching the palace anyway," Rachel said. "Even if I can't find him, I might uncover something about her plans."
"Copy that," Barbara responded. "We'll maintain position at checkpoint Alpha. Looks like we're shifting to plan Beta—intercepting the transport."
"Great," Donna muttered. After a moment she added, "But here's a thought—if she's this cautious, she'll almost certainly use decoys. How do we identify the real transport?"
"I'm worried about that too," Rachel admitted. "We might need to fall back to Plan Delta."
"Seriously?" Donna groaned. "That doubles our risk and triples our workload."
"I agree with Raven," Barbara cut in. "Better to do that than hit the wrong transport and expose ourselves prematurely. Raven, continue searching the palace and report back. We'll work on confirming which transport is real and meet you at checkpoint Beta instead of Alpha. We can decide on our final approach then."
"Got it." Rachel turned back to Kalista. "Do you know how to reach the ceremonial chambers from here?"
Kalista offered a wry smile. "I'm afraid not. They don't exactly give prisoners the palace tour."
Rachel nodded and prepared to leave when Kalista called after her softly.
"Wait. If you succeed... if you find any of the Omega Men... tell Primus I'm alive. Tell him—"
"I'll do better than that," Rachel interrupted. "I'll come back for you."
Kalista shook her head urgently. "No. The prince must be your priority. My fate is secondary. If you rescue him, you can disrupt her plans. She controls most of the sector, but Tamaran has been the most resistant. If the prince is rescued and rallies his people—and Tamaran revolts—resistance movements across the sector will find new hope."
Rachel studied the woman for a moment, then made her decision. With subtle manipulation of the spatial fabric around the cell's lock, she triggered the release mechanism. The door remained closed, but the lock was now disengaged.
"When chaos erupts later today—and it will—push this door open," Rachel instructed. "Head for the east wing service exit. My team will create enough of a distraction. If you can't find transport off-planet, make for the forest near the city. We'll wait until evening—if you make it there, we'll take you with us."
Kalista's eyes widened. "You risk much for a stranger."
"I was raised to repay kindness," Rachel replied with a slight smile. "Besides, something tells me we'll need allies like your Omega Men before this is over."
With that, she vanished into the shadows, retracting her pocket of altered space as she moved silently toward the exit. Her Ki spread outward, mapping the palace and creating a path to the ceremonial chambers, hoping to find Ryand'r against the odds.
Checkpoint Beta
Rachel stepped through a spatial ripple onto the rooftop terrace of a bustling multi-level restaurant. The spot offered perfect cover and an unobstructed view of the parade route.
Donna and Barbara were already waiting, their cloaked figures blending seamlessly with the other patrons enjoying the view.
Rachel slipped into a seat between them.
"There you are," Barbara said, looking up from her terminal. "Find anything useful?"
"Any sign of Ryand'r?" Donna asked quietly, her eyes never leaving the crowded streets below.
Rachel shook her head, her expression grim. "I couldn't locate him, but I managed something potentially more valuable." She leaned forward, lowering her voice. "I got deeper into the palace than expected—all the way to the Empress's private office."
Barbara's eyes widened. "How did you get past the security?"
"Understanding space laws has its advantages," Rachel said with a slight smile. "I infiltrated her personal system and found something interesting. There were deployment plans for Citadel forces throughout the sector—detailed formations, supply routes, staging areas. All positioned in a pattern that suggests..." she paused, choosing her words carefully, "they're preparing to invade Psion space."
Barbara's brow furrowed. "Are you certain about this?"
"I couldn't grab everything before some staff walked in and I had to vanish, but what I saw was clear," she said, tapping her terminal to share the partially downloaded data with both of them. "Look at these patterns—they're clearly attack formations, not defensive positions." Rachel lowered her voice. "This whole parade and execution? It's just a distraction from something far bigger than we thought."
"I see what you're getting at," Barbara replied, her eyes narrowing as she analyzed the data patterns. "These deployment formations aren't defensive at all."
"Great," Donna muttered. "And to make matters worse, we still can't figure out which transport has the prince. They've got decoys everywhere, all with identical security."
A bird swooped down from the sky, landing on Barbara's shoulder with a soft chirp. The disguised Beast Boy tilted his head, eyes darting around for potential threats before chirping again and relaying his findings directly into Barbara's ear.
Barbara nodded as she decoded his message. "Gar confirms it. Multiple identical transports, all heavily guarded, taking different routes that all eventually converge at the execution platform. No way to tell which one has Ryand'r."
"Then we go with Plan Delta," Rachel said decisively. With a flick of her wrist, she opened a spatial ripple beside their table connecting to their shuttle. The air rippled, and Jaime Reyes stepped through, his Blue Beetle armor dormant but ready beneath his uniform.
"About time," Jaime said, joining the group. "What's the plan?"
Barbara checked her terminal one last time. "We need to move now. The dignitaries are already taking their seats. Let's get a better view of this circus."
The team melted into the growing crowd. Rachel established a secure link with the Javelin hidden on Tamaran's moon, streaming live footage to Kori and the others waiting in orbit.
From their positions, they watched as the procession of dignitaries filed in—Citadel officers with medals gleaming on their chests, wealthy merchants dripping with jewels, and then, unexpectedly, two Psions flanked by masked bodyguards.
"Psions?" Kori gasped through the comms. "Why would they even attend this event? They never participate in other races' gatherings, especially on potential enemy territory."
"Something's definitely off," Dick confirmed from the Javelin. "According to everything we know, Psions are notoriously reclusive. They don't make diplomatic appearances like this."
"I think this connects to those deployment plans I found," Rachel said quietly. "This whole situation feels—"
"Like we're watching a trap being set," Barbara finished, her voice tense. "Everyone stay alert. This could go sideways fast."
The crowd suddenly hushed as Empress Komand'r made her entrance. Unlike the flashy outfits around her, she wore a sleek black and silver battle armor that emphasized power over pageantry. The crowd erupted—some cheering genuinely, others clearly following prepared cues.
Komand'r raised her hand, and silence fell instantly.
"My people, honored guests," her voice projected effortlessly across the square. "When I took this throne, our system was falling apart—planets at each other's throats, resources wasted, our citizens living in fear."
She swept her arm in a grand gesture. "Look at us now! United under one banner, we've created order from chaos, wealth from poverty, and peace from endless war."
The Empress turned toward the alien visitors with practiced grace. "I especially welcome our distinguished guests from the Psionic Hegemony. Your presence marks a turning point in our shared history."
The Psions rose, their scaled skin catching the sunlight. The taller one stepped forward. "The Hegemony is honored by your invitation, Empress. We watch with... interest... as you reshape your half of the system."
"She's completely rewriting history," Rachel whispered. "Twisting the facts to paint herself as some kind of savior."
"Classic dictator playbook," Barbara agreed, her eyes tracking the interaction. "But those Psions... their body language tells me they're not convinced by her performance." She kept her voice low in the comm.
Donna scoffed. "You can actually read those reptiles? Anyway, I'm more concerned about their security detail." She discreetly nodded toward the four masked figures standing behind the Psions. "Something about those bodyguards feels off."
"It's not just you," Gar chirped softly from Barbara's shoulder, still disguised as a native bird. "My animal senses went haywire the moment I saw them. Every instinct telling me they're dangerous."
Rachel's eyes narrowed as she studied the masked figures. "Interesting," she murmured, reaching out with her empathic senses but getting nothing but static.
After finishing the diplomatic pleasantries, Komand'r faced the crowd again. "Today's parade isn't just for show—it's a reminder of the strength that guards our peace, the discipline that preserves our order, and the unity that secures our future!"
Right on cue, the parade began—a perfectly synchronized display of Citadel military power. Soldiers marched in lockstep, followed by hovering weapons platforms bristling with cannons. Fighter squadrons roared overhead.
"Real subtle," Donna commented dryly. "She's flexing hard."
"She clearly wants to intimidate them," Barbara sighed.
"Look at those Tamaranian troops," Rachel pointed out. "They've completely absorbed them into the Citadel military structure."
From the Javelin, Kori's voice trembled with barely controlled fury. "My people were warriors with honor, not puppets in someone else's army."
Throughout the parade, Komand'r couldn't help but steal glances at her guests, especially the Psions. While most dignitaries watched with appropriate awe or at least pretended interest, the Psions remained impassive. Their complete lack of reaction clearly irritated the Empress, though she quickly masked her annoyance behind a diplomatic smile.
The mood in the crowd suddenly shifted as a massive float turned onto the main avenue.
Kneeling on the float was Prince Ryand'r. Though chained and visibly weakened, he remained defiant. His royal outfit seemed designed to mock his fallen status, and power-dampening shackles bound his limbs, but his head was held high.
"No..." Kori's voice broke through the comm, raw with emotion. "Ryand'r..."
Emotion surged through the crowd like a wave—first whispers, then gasps, finally erupting into shouts of anger. The Tamaranians, especially, couldn't mask their feelings. Tears streamed down faces, defiant cries rose until guards brutally silenced them, while others simply bowed their heads, hope extinguished. As the float bearing Ryand'r halted before the imperial stage, the prince looked up at Komand'r, who regarded her brother with cold detachment from her throne.
An attendant stepped forward and announced. "Prince Ryand'r of Tamaran," he announced, his voice echoing across the square, "you stand accused of high treason against the Empress and the Citadel. Evidence shows you conspired with terrorists, plotted assassination, and sought to destabilize the peace we have established."
Ryand'r looked directly at Komand'r, his eyes burning. "The only traitor to Tamaran stands before you wearing a stolen crown."
The crowd gasped again. A guard struck him from behind, forcing him to his knees.
"For these crimes," the attendant continued smoothly, "there can be only one sentence—death, to be carried out immediately as a warning to all who would threaten our peace."
Komand'r rose, her face a perfect mask of indifference. "Let justice be done."
A massive executioner stepped forward, lifting a glowing energy axe. The Titans tensed, ready to move.
"On my mark," Barbara whispered. "Three... two..."
The executioner positioned himself behind Ryand'r, weapon raised—
When suddenly an explosion rocked the far end of the square. Smoke billowed into the sky as a powerful voice thundered across the assembly.
"TYRANT EMPRESS! THE CITADEL'S REIGN OF TERROR ENDS TODAY!"
The Titans froze, caught completely off-guard.
"What the hell?" Donna hissed. "This isn't us!"
Through the smoke emerged a group of fighters—a diverse band of different species united in purpose. At their head strode a commanding figure, tall and imposing, definitely not human.
"Could it be...?" Rachel murmured, Kalista's face flashing in her mind. "Looks like someone else has decided to make their move."