The viewscreen didn't lie, and the ultra-long range sensors were reading a positive. Looking away from the monitor, Robin's visage was grim even by his standards. His gaze traveled steadily over his teammates, his jaw set and his fists clenched with an angst he usually kept concealed. "The Justice League can't help us on this one, Titans. We're going to have to fight him on our own."

"Think we could just tell him we've got a nasty after-taste," Cyborg quipped sardonically, stoically hiding the fear that hung thickly in the air with his massive metal arms crossed. "Maybe build a giant sign sayin' the buffet's closed."

"Nice try, Cyborg," Robin comforted as jovially as he could muster, "but we're gonna need something with a lot more firepower than a sign.." Rolling his eyes, Robin continued,"He'd probably just eat that, too. Raven, could your teleportation or reality-altering powers be of any use?"

Taking a moment of deep breath and contemplation, the empath calmly replied, "There's no way I could teleport the entire human population to safety in time. That would literally take years, assuming it didn't kill me in the attempt." Raven considered aloud, concentration carving her features. "And my powers couldn't repel him or mask the entire planet," she sighed, serene and dejected at once. "I feel about as useless as Beast Boy."

Ignoring the barb and pondering for a moment, half-hunched on the couch with his brow deeply furrowed, Beast Boy muttered, "I have an idea, but it's pretty nuts."

Raven raised an eyebrow and muttered, "This should be interesting." Cyborg cracked a smile, the first among the superheroic friends for several minutes. "What you thinkin', Grass Stain? Maybe rig up a mic and tell awful jokes until he gets sick to his stomach and goes away?"

Beast Boy stood unfazed, letting the comments roll like water from a duck's back - which he could have easily illustrated if the situation had been more relaxed. This wasn't the time to get mad. Turning his gaze to the orange-skinned alien, "Star, how well do you know Tamaranian fauna?"

Breaking from an expression of what looked to be nothing short of terror, Starfire turned to her green friend. "My knowledge of animal life on my planet is vast, friend Beast Boy. It is, how do you say, complete from A to Zurmborff." A typically adroit but fish-out-of-water reply. After a moment, "Why do you ask? All the creatures of Tamaran assembled together would have little chance against... Galactus." The tremble in her voice at the name of the World-Eater was slight, but as easy to discern as its underlying feeling was to share.

Beast Boy stood up, looking somehow taller than his diminutive stature and without the usual irony or dopey grin. The expression in his eyes seemed to have deepened, as if Gar's understandable fear at having his world threatened was battling another emotion inside of him. "Cyborg, can you rig up a virtual reality interface that can connect directly with Star's mind? I need to sample a few Tamaranian creatures, particularly ones that can fly through space at above-light speeds." Cyborg nodded, "'Course, Green Bean. Nothin' to it. But what, you think you're gonna fight him off with some kinda Tamaranian nightmare creature or somethin'?"

Shaking his head, Beast Boy looked first at his best friend, then at his leader. "No, but I'll need to be able to fly through space. I can't just turn into a fish and swim around up there like I can in the ocean."

Robin rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "I still don't follow your plan. I've read about a lot of worlds, and nothing short of Krypton would even have a prayer of there being an animal that could fight at that level. And that's a non-starter for obvious reasons."

"That's where you're overlooking things, dude. Can you bring up any of the Justice League's files on the Green Lantern Corps? I remember reading about a living planet called Mogo. If what I remember was right, he was able to fight off Galactus when the World-Eater was a little hungry."

Robin looked at Beast Boy as if the green teen had just turned into a lamp again. "Gar, are you seriously considering morphing into an entire planet?" Incredulity was written all over the Titans' faces. "Can you even do that," Cyborg queried. "Is that not a dangerous undertaking for you," Starfire asked, concern etched deeply into her features.

"Where did you learn about Mogo fighting Galactus," Robin inquired, skeptical about Beast Boy's studiousness... and the general lack thereof. "I read it in a comic book," Beast Boy replied proudly, flashing that million-dollar grin of his. "Well," he faltered slightly, "It was a forum debate. But, like, a little over half the people on there said Mogo could win."

"Possibly," Robin stated contemplatively. "But he has a power ring. And you don't." Beast Boy refused to be deflated by technicalities like a lack of access to one of the universe's most powerful weapons. Nonetheless, the implications were terrifying on a few levels.

"I think..." Beast Boy started and swallowed, glancing over and allowing Raven time to make a snarky remark to get it out of her system. When none came, he continued, "I think Mogo's body is based on a group of single-celled animals, like a school of amoebas. Just like a massive number of 'em." "That's a colony," Cyborg pointed out, feeling silly immediately after the words left his mouth. Beast Boy shrugged.

"Well, I tell you guys what," he started, his eyes no longer harboring any noticeable fear. "It might not work. But my backup plan was ordering a bunch of pizzas and watching all 19 of the 'Nightmare of Chainsaws' series." Beast Boy strolled around briefly, gesturing with his finger in the air like a professor,"... including the Christmas Special that was only released in Norway and that I had to get bootleg." Robin tilted his head - while bootlegging wasn't the kind of crime the Titans dealt with, the Boy Wonder didn't approve of the team members doing anything that would make them bad role models. Beast Boy continued to pontificate, "...over and over again in the last great film festival on earth." Slight nods from the other Titans - the latter plan was a lot more in line with Beast Boy's personality.

"But ya know what," he continued with a rhetorical flourish. "I don't wanna die. And there's a chance that pushing myself this hard might make that happen. But I'll take a chance of that over a guarantee any day. But I can't do it alone."

"Great speech, Mr. President," Cyborg muttered, rolling his eyes. Leave it to BB to get a little too into what he's talking about.

"I stand corrected. Maybe I'm the useless one in this case," Raven observed. "You're totally not, Rae," Beast Boy corrected. "I need your help to see how much I can take." "What do you mean," she questioned. "While Cy's working on configuring the interface so I can see the creatures in Starfire's mind, I'm gonna need you to help me get in shape for space." "You want me as a training partner," asked the empath, obviously perplexed and slightly annoyed at the perceived condescension. "Not in the regular way," the green Titan answered, seeming more afraid of what he was about to say than of having his world consumed.

"I'm gonna need you to use your powers... and... crush me until I pass out. Over and over again. Until I can take the hard vacuum of space. And I'll probably need you to heal me up the first few times, 'cause it's liable to hurt like hell." He resisted the urge to say it would hurt 'like a bitch,' because that would just give a person like Raven the kind of ideas that would lead to bruising.

Instantly, Raven's expression transformed from looking jilted out of making a useful contribution to the team effort. A look of greater joy than her teammates had ever seen on any Raven besides her Happy emotion's face bloomed. The cambion seemed to be barely repressing an almost diabolical grin. "I am so in," she deadpanned more quickly than Beast Boy was comfortable with.

Beast Boy turned slightly away from Raven to address the entire group. "So, Robin can get me all the info on Mogo so I can figure out what to morph into, Cy will be on that VR thingie, Star can brainstorm some of the fastest-flying critters from Tamaran," the green boy gulped. " And Raven will get to live out her childhood dream of kicking my ass over and over and over." He didn't want to see Raven's expression.

Beast Boy turned to Robin. "You're in charge, Robin, but I think my plan's got a chance. At the very least, I can stall that monster until more help arrives." If they could only stall for a day or two, that might be enough time to call a few heavier-hitting members of the Justice League. Robin took a moment to contemplate, finally nodding his approval. Everyone had something useful to do.

"Titans! GO!"