Disclaimer: I do not own the Teen Titans or the Justice League or their characters. They are owned by DC Universe Comics.
This is my second multi chapter fic. It's an AU cross over with Teen Titans and Justice League.
Multiple pairings inside.
Princess Koriandr stared into the night sky from the balcony of her room. The view from the palace heights always afforded the best vantage point to star gaze. Unfortunately for the young woman this was not a leisure activity. She like many of her fellow countrymen were watching the skies. Watching and waiting for one of two possible events. Either their fleet will return victorious in their mission or the Gordainians will attack again.
She sighed sadly as she shifted her eyes to a new section of sky. Their fleet left over 7 solar moons ago. If they were successful in their mission they would have heard by now. Some word. A message. Something. Anything other than this silence.
Given the lack of contact it was most likely they all fell in battle. That would mean the Gordainians will attack and soon. Their last attack. A final push to wipe out the Tamaranain race and culture. Their bid to end this long bloody war which they had started. Either they would all be killed or worse taken to the Citidel to be salves. Either way it meant death to Tamaran.
Her heart sank again, if that were even possible considering how low she felt at this time, as she thought of the friends she saw off the day they left on the campaign. Friends she missed dearly. Due to her station she had so few she could really call friends. She sighed again and bowed her head in silent prayer. Then she thought of her family members. Her father, uncle, and younger brother. She felt slightly guilty for thinking of them last , but in truth she couldn't think of them any other way than alive and well. Ever since her mother was assassinated her relationship to her surviving family members had suffered. Her death had a devastating effect on her family and the entire planet. Turns out her mother was the one thing that kept them together. The only person she considered closer than family was her mentor and caretaker since she was a small child, Galfore. In her father's absence he held the function of Grand Ruler if not the official title.
'Oh X-Hal please , see fit to send my loved ones back to me.' She said to herself. It had become her nightly prayer from the first day she learned of the task force. Actually she said it morning, noon , and night. And several times in between. Because their so called master plan was nothing more than a prayer. A faint hope to prevail in a war that has been going on for almost three generations. More lives than anyone could count had been lost to this senseless slaughter. The reason for the fighting long forgotten over the years. Reasons replaced with anger and bitterness. One thing was for sure, the Gordainians started it and they intended to finish it. Hence their desperate attempt to stave off the inevitable.
The plan in of itself was simple. Deal a rippling blow the enemy's ability to continue the fighting and buy time for themselves to regroup and prepare. An all out attack at three key locations: their forward defense installations, a primary materials production facility, and a key food production location. Take down these three targets and they will have extended the predicted defeat by at least 16 months. Hopefully that would be enough time to regroup their forces, repair the lines of defense , and find a way to hold out until a final solution could be found.
Over the years many attempts were made to halt the fighting. Some worked better than others. Some failed pitifully. Negotiations were not possible with the Gordainians. For some reason they didn't seem interesting in anything but the conflict. The last attempt to gain allies was a monumental failure. More so for her and her sister. They were to both be given to a race called the Cyons as a symbol of their commitment to the union proposed. In reality the Cyons were in league with the Gordainians. Koriandr and her sister Komiandr were taken prisoner and subjected to the most horrifying treatment imaginable. The Cyons experimented on each girl. Expanding and enhancing their natural talents to the extreme thru science. Transforming each girl into a weapon. For what reason no one was sure since the sisters managed to escape their prison before it could happen. Some might look at this and envy the powers they obtained. However, after going through the pain and humiliation of their ordeal, they would have to disagree in the strongest possible way.
After enduring months of 'living in hell' the sisters managed to escape and make their way back to Tamaran only to find that their sacrifices were in vain. The Cyons alliance hurt their cause more than imagined crippling key war production facilities and worse yet ... the Gordainians managed to kill the queen. All in all it was a total and utter disaster.
Koriandr was about to retire for the night when a palace servant burst into her room shouting for frantically.
"Princess! Princess! News of the fleet! Princess!"
This had her full attention "What?! What news have you ?!" Forgoing her anger at this person for invading her sanctuary without the proper protocols a person of her rank demanded.
"Princess ... we have received word that a single ship for the fleet dispatched had entered our controlled space and will be landing within the hour. Minister Galfore has requested that both you and your sister be in attendance. I have been sent to escort you to the throne room immediately. There must be no delay. " he finished with a deep bow.
'Much better.' She straightened herself before calmly replying "Very well. You may fulfill your task now with my approval. " She said looking down at the prostrate man.
He rose slightly from his position and backed out of the room. Once outside he waited for the Princess to join him. As she started towards the throne room he fell into step and they were on their way. Upon reaching their destination he broke off and returned to whatever duty he was performing before being sent on his errand. She paid little mind to his departure.
When she entered the room she was announce as per tradition. She noted that her sister was already there and the council of elders had been assembled. Paying the customary respects to the council and the Prime Minister she took her appointed space. The room resumed its low murmur as dozens of conversations erupted. She listened intently and was able to pick up a few of the things being said.
"If the fleet was destroyed how is this one ship returning?"
"We should implement our defense plans now! It is obvious that the enemy is coming and we have no protection!"
"No we must wait. Let us discover the truth before we commit to any course of action that might ..."
"Silence!" Galfore roared and the room fell silent. When you could hear a grrelnick toot he waved a massive hand at the guards signaling them to open the chamber doors. As the doors parted a single figure entered the room. Koriandr immediately recognized him as long time friend Greynor. She had to restrain from launching herself at the young man and hugging him. 'Finally! A friend has returned. But ... where are the others?' She frowned at the thought.
"Lancer 1st class Greynor of the Red Guard welcome home. Report."
"Princess Korimandr, Princess Koriandr, Prime Minister Galfore, Assembled Counsel Members, and the honored warriors in attendance I bring unhappy tidings along with the most wonderful news."
He paused to exchange bows to each princess and the others. He then composed himself and waited for the numerous whispers to stop before he continued.
"I must report with a heavy heart that the King, Prince Ryandr, and Duke Ferllneck have perished in battle along with most of our fleet. Myself , our ship, and less than half the crew are the only survivors of the attack. "
"That news is most distressing." Galfore stated to the assembly. He hung his head for a moment before continuing " We will morn their loss afterwards, however, for now we need to know as to the success of the mission." Galfore finished in a calm booming voice.
"Our mission, Prime Minister Galfore , was a complete failure."
This was meet with an outburst of startled gasps and disbelieving cries. It was as they feared.
"If the fleet failed ... then we are doomed." Galfore said effectively silencing the entire room. The defeat in his voice echoed throughout the great hall. Koriandr glanced around at the assembled faces. She could see it in shadows of their faces. She could see it in their eyes. 'This is the end.'
"No sir. We are not doomed. In fact the war is over. The Gordainians will bother us no more. They are all dead."
AN: There you have it folks the introduction to my story. Next we'll have details of what happened while Greynor was away. Please R&R. As always your comments are always appreciated.
