I'm baaaack! Yeah, after a break from writing, I'm back at it… This is an idea that's been in my head for half a year, now, and I've finally gotten around to putting it down on paper. Soooo… Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own the Teen Titans. I do, however, own the Varukians. And the Tyvians. They are MINE! MUAHAHAHAHAA! Ahem… Onwards.

The metal doors slid open silently, and the thin, blue-skinned girl stepped through them, shaking like a leaf. Though she couldn't hear it, she knew that those doors had just closed behind her, and now there was nothing between her and the conversation that lay ahead.

"Commander? Y-You wanted to see me?"

"Come in, Tryl, I don't bite." The deep, masculine voice came from a high-backed chair in the middle of the bare, metallic room, its back to Tryl. Clutching her electronic clipboard like a shield, she stepped closer quietly, her eyes flitting from the chair to the opposite wall. The whole wall was covered with monitors, with a panel of buttons and keys running along underneath it. The majority of the screens monitored surveillance, from cameras placed throughout the space-fortress. One screen in the middle, however, showed a planet, swirling white with spots of green and blue underneath.

"Nice looking place, isn't it?" the man in the chair asked, gazing at the screen.

"Yessir," Tryl agreed quickly, nodding. Her knuckles were white as she gripped the ElectriBoard.

"It's called Earth. Tell me, Tryl, what is the population?"

Tryl let out her breath in relief, glad that she hadn't been called in to be rebuked. Fingers shaking, she tapped a few keys on the ElectriBoard. "6, 540, 000, 000, and still rising, sir."

The blue-skinned man nodded, eyes never leaving the screen. "Who is their ruler?"

There was more tapping, and then Tryl answered, "I-It doesn't have just one ruler, sir. It's split up."

"Then, who are its strongest warriors?"

Tryl quickly glanced down at the screen of her ElectriBoard, then over at the Commander. "A group of five, sir. They call themselves the Teen Titans."

The man nodded again. "Very well. Invite them to a conference. You are dis-"

He was interrupted by the wailing of an alarm and a red light flashing above them. The already tense Tryl jumped, and gave a squeak of surprise. The Commander, however, seemed unperturbed. Pressing a button on the arm of his chair, he spoke into a small mike. "Report, Captain."

There was a pause, as if the Captain at the other end were readying himself for what lay ahead. Then-

"There is an intruder, sir. In Sector four."

The Commander chewed thoughtfully on his bottom lip before asking, "It's not that little Tyvian girl, is it?"

"I-I'm afraid so, sir. She appears to have stolen some gold from the Treasury."

The man swore loudly in Varukian, slamming his fist on the arm of the chair. "Hunt her down, immediately. I will not have a Tyvian troq running around my ship!"

"Y-Yessir!" the Captain replied quickly, and the line went dead. The Commander sighed. "You are dismissed, Tryl."

"T-Thank you, sir," the secretary murmured, and gave a quick bow before scurrying out of the room.

I just want to make a note here... I know that 'troq' is a derogatory term for Tamaranians, but here I've used it to refer to a different race. Thus, the 'Tyvian troq', instead of just 'troq'. Figured I might want to clear that up, because there are bound to be people who comment on it. :)