Alternative Universe Quick Info:
Completely New Universe and story. Does NOT follow any comics or cartoon continuity.
Required Knowledge: Members of Animated Teen Titans and Young Justice.
Including a few DC Universe-related characters from the depths of DC Wikia. Re-introduced for this fic.
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C01: Define 'Evacuation'
Log In: Princess Koriand'r.
New Captain Log
Tamaran Time: Year 1242. Month 31. Day 15. Three months and six days after escape.
For every week, I have been making these logs to update the things that I have found throughout my journey on the empty void. Living in here wasn't easy, but it was better than the life I endured in Tamaran, better than war.
I know I have written this one so many times, but it was the one that I couldn't get out of my head. The Kryptonians have taken over Palamar. At least I assumed that they have managed to take it over. We've suffered great losses, and putting me on this spaceship was a last resort that my father should've not picked. I told him it's a bad idea putting me here. I want to join in the fight. I can fight, but he wants to protect me. And now I'm trapped in space, not sure where my father is going to find me.
So far, I have not been able to make contact with any of them. Four cities have been attacked, including the capital. All they need to completely take over my home planet is to take that city alone.
It's been three months. My food supply is low. I doubt that I can survive the empty void of space for so long. Maybe one day or two if I choose to skip dinner, but I can't. I'm getting weaker. I'm desperate. I need help, or I will die.
Maybe father was right. Maybe the utopia that was Tamaran will one day meet their ends. Maybe I deserve the same fate that my people deserve. We had to end up being in a conflict with so many others including our own. The Kryptonians and Citadelians have gone too far. They have killed my family, my friends, and my peoples. I would kill them if I get a sight of them.
At least when I'm good enough to survive the hunger. At least when I can find my way to get out of this dark empty room.
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Princess Koriand'r finished her audio log on her computer. All she could see outside was the blinking stars and the dark void surrounding it. She was surprised that this ship was able to float for days let alone months. The Tamaranean ship was built ages ago. It was an old design, but very much fuel-efficient.
The power button was the first thing that caught her eye as she finished her log. She pushed the said button and logged off the computer. Nothing more to do in there other than to let it gloat and sit in there doing nothing. It was one of the few ways for her to record her journey. The only thing that could accompany her was the sound of a humming engine, silent but incredibly deadly. She wouldn't know if one Kryptonian insect would sneak upon her and kill her at any time. She wouldn't know if someone would come and pirate her ship. Those damned pirates. The last thing she wanted them to do is to take her already depleting food supply. She would fight them. She would incinerate them for sure.
The cockpit was a one-man operation. Besides the already complicating operations of controlling a one-man Tamaran space ship, there was her battle armor just near it, still as sturdy as the moment her father crafted it for her. The shiny metals of only the best that the Tamaran planet could afford were glimmering in the lights even when it was covered by nothing but darkness. When she walked on it, the armor got her attention. It was enough to make her to push that button to turn the lights on.
The armor shined bright vibrant enough to the dark contrast of the void. A light violet color with a touch of silver on its sides. Her shoulder pads were cushioned with a solar panel modified to absorb more ultra-violet lights from the son, a source for the powers that the monstrous Kryptonians provided to her, either by bad luck or just pure greediness. Her chest plate didn't cover up her belly, a design decision proven to be surprisingly effective as her armor heated up and did nothing but burn it all the way through.
The emerald from her belt was a gift from Commander Ph'yzzon, her father's most trusted corporal and an all around charming gentleman. Ph'yzzon gifted her this for luck, but his fate suffered a huge loss. Her bottom part was nothing but a standard Tamaran army metal armor, although shortened to a little bit lower to the bottom of her knees.
Looking back at the armor can do nothing but bring back bad memories. The suffering of her people on the hands of the Kryptonians, the burning city of Palamar on the hands of the tyrannical General Zod, and the lives of innocent peoples dying at the hands of the Kryptonians. Yes, the Citadelians had a lot of work into this. However, the Citadelians were not a threat. They were just an old enemy, who sought for the help of the Kryptonians that were intellectually superior. She wasn't sure why would Zod control the Citadelians to take over and murder most of her peoples, but she was very sure that he looked for nothing but power.
The mechanical jumpsuit that she got from the storage room was the only comfortable clothing that she got. It didn't make her to look like a princess at all. It made her to look like a random intern peasant working inside the ship's engineering systems, but she was growing tired of the sound of that metal clinging with the bed. She didn't even strap it all the way up. It was too hot wearing one of those inside. The air conditioning malfunctioned several days ago and she couldn't fix it. So all that was left at her top was just her white singlet. Her back had enough of incredibly awkward bed positions. The armor was only going to make it worse and especially the jumpsuit. Might as well take her clothes off.
The princess took a seat on the cockpit and checked out for some relevant status on her spaceship. At one moment, it could be running amok and she could've accidentally turned on some of the unnecessary components that will consume the fuel.
"Fuel status: 24%." she began. "Autopilot on. Shields and thrusters online. Temperature is quite high. Fix is imminent until I am able to get out of this ship, or preferably breathe in the vacuum of space."
Things were doing normal at least for the first twenty five minutes after she woke up. She went on to her daily routine, checking up the ships and making sure that it was up and running. However, there weren't a lot of difficulties throughout the checking, not at least to the point where she was being pulled by some weird gravitational pull.
"EMP damage. Thrusters Powering Down."
"What?" Koriand'r said. "Identify source."
"Planet E-451, also known as 'Earth'."
"Re-assign all available powers to thrusters."
"Critical error."
"How critical can it might be?"
"Power Lines Disconnected."
After a few curses off of her Tamaran language, her spaceship began to lose power. Her thrusters not having enough power meant that her ship was not going to move anywhere.
"I can't fix it from the inside." Koriand'r said. "Evacuation Systems. Status?"
"Online."
"Is this nearby planet habitable?"
"Calculating... Calculating complete. Planet Earth is 99.2% habitable."
"Then I'm leaving." Koriand'r said. "Initiate evacuation. Target Planet Earth."
"Confirmed."
Realizing that the ship was nothing but a heap of junk at this moment, she got out of her cockpit and went into the armor display. She unzipped her jumpsuit all the way down and wore the battle armor to sustain further damage. She went into her bed locker and grabbed a bag inside. She packed up her jumpsuit inside the bag and stormed into the evacuation room where the evacuation pods exist.
Putting the bag full of her personal items and herslef inside the pod was not a challenge. The pod was big enough to put it in. She can eject herself from from inside the pod, but she wasn't sure if she could endure the ejection process.
"Ejecting. Goodbye, Princess."
The ship did exactly that. Princess Koriand'r held her bag tight, circling it into her body and closing her eyes to whatever kind of possibilities that might happen. She might have suicidially dive-bombed herself into the earth's surface, but it was much better than getting stuck in a ship that is about to completely lose power in the middle of the dark empty space.
She was not ready for what was about to come. The heat caused from entering the earth's atmosphere was too much for her to handle. At this moment, it was one of her nightmares come true.
At that moment, nobody can hear her scream.
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Damian Wayne once celebrated his 17th birthday being absolutely trashed around the public by drinking god knows how many beverages that he put on that party. She knew that he was just putting an act. Someone like him could endure a lot of beer and still never get drunk. Unlike his father, he never actually got to hang around with the ladies, not that he wanted to anyway. He had never expressed any sorts of interest. Perhaps maybe he was quite as complicated as someone like Bruce Wayne, not that she knew. Bruce Wayne was a person that has never seen his son in the light of day.
The young billionaire had another hobby other than spending his drunk night. If not for his step-brother Richard Grayson, he wouldn't have been putting that Robin costume every night, patrolling Gotham City to find out the baddest of Gotham's baddest. Not a lot of crimes in Gotham lately thanks to viglantes roaming around and lots of self-defense programs given to the citizens. It was a lot more effective than viglantes, but they were still around.
"You could've dealt with that a bit faster."
"We're done here, Penny." Damian said. "Close the cave."
Robin put his storage ring into an armor display inside the bat-cave, which completely puts all of his Robin outfit so that it was being put on a display. The outfit was reduced to a molecular level and transferred into another place. A brilliant invention by Palmer Tech that was able to store a significant number of batarangs and shurikens.
"You know, if Palmer Tech didn't give you that shrinking storage ring, you'll going to remember how painful it is to take that costume out and put it back into the display."
"Yeah, more than you can think of." Damian said. "Nice to see that the ring works at least."
"It's a very dangerous technology." Julia said. "Palmer will only let a few peoples get a hand on it. Glad that he chose you."
"Yeah well, I saved him a couple of times, back when he wasn't wearing that hi-tech shrinking suit."
Julia Pennyworth had to be Damian's caretaker as her uncle Alfred receives treatment in the Gotham General for a tumor. Like her predecessor Barbara Gordon AKA Oracle, she had to watch Damian on his back through the computers. Her hacking skills were one of the best in the business, probably a lot more than Oracle at this very moment, and mostly because she retired.
"You're doing well tonight." Julia said, closing in the secret library door heading towards the bat-cave. "But I guess I know what you'd say."
"Trouble as usual." Damian said. "Time passes by and the only thing that we got is more troubles."
"You know, there's this one small institution that the government made called the GCPD?" Julia said. "They might be working on this particular trouble you're having."
Damian scoffed. "What work? If you consider counting daily paychecks from Cobblepot as work, I would give you a promotion for defecating."
Julia giggled. "Charming."
Dick Grayson once said that it was rare for Damian Wayne to display a sense of humor, but growing in Gotham City with his friends and family had shaped his personality into something closely resembling his father. While in the battlefield, she might overheard his voice threatening the other bad guys. In the battlefield, the old rough and tough Damian Wayne was in there, but at home he was a lot more relaxed, at least in terms of his personality.
"How is Alfred?" Damian asked.
"Are you planning on visiting him?"
"Of course." Damian said. "But you got to him first when I can't."
"He has a lot of things to worry about other than you." Julia said. "The doctors said that they were able to at least remove some of the tumor out of his systems, but they weren't sure about the aftermath. It could grow back anytime, so they keep him under watch."
"I can't believe it just happened, you know?" Damian said. "I cannot stand to see a family dying in that place."
"He's not dying, Damian." Julia said. "You know him. In all of that trouble, he kept his cool. He's a strong lad, one of the best in the business. He's going to get through it, just like any other times he put himself in hospital."
"I don't want this one to be his last." Damian said. "I don't want him to be put in there at all."
"Well, I can't tell you about it." Julia said. "Only time can tell."
Damian kept his head down and putting his hands on the pockets of his expensive suit. Despite Julia's insistence on asking him to wear a more relaxing outfit for day-to-day basis, but he just couldn't let go of that suit, the same way he couldn't let go of that other suit he got. It was almost like every suit was a reflection of his personality.
A few steps in the Manor's hall wouldn't cause a significant vibration. The next one however will. A sound of a huge explosion coming from the west of the Manor managed to stop the steps of the two teenagers. What should've caused a huge earthquake turned out to be just the blinkering lights. Thankfully, it didn't shake the entire manor down because that would be extremely problematic. Instead, what happened was a large shroud of cloud coming up on the Bristol Forest.
"What was that?" Damian asked.
"Whatever that was, it came from Bristol." Julia said as she checked the point of impact on her phone.
"I'm going to suit up." Damian said. "I'm going there."
"Do you really have to suit up?" Julia said. "I mean it's not that far."
"It could be dangerous." Damian said. "Can't risk anyone coming in closer to it."
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Robin rode his motorcycle through the Bristol Forest. The dirt motorcycle that he bought was enough to get through the hard terrains. It was more than enough to put him a lot into trouble. Since it was around midnight, barely anyone was passing the Bristol highway, so there was only him and the tress passing by.
"There's a lot of fire here." Robin said. "Get emergency down here."
"The press is going to love it by the time they found you there."
"Screw the press." Robin said. "If nobody clears out this forest, Gotham's going to have a breathing problem."
"Your call."
He arrived to the impact point. The Bristol forest was quite dense, but there was still enough space for him to roam around that place with a dirt bike. Whatever kind of object that caused the explosion and the fall broke through several hard oaks, causing a major fire throughout the forest. Robin was able to get through that and finally arrive at the source of the entire mess.
It was some form of an escape pod with the size of a human. According to Robin's material scanner built on his mask, he was unable to identify the metal that was engrained in the said pod. If it was human made, the scanner would've picked it. Not even NASA has a database on it.
"Metal is unidentifiable." Robin said.
"Oh wow." Julia said. "Could it be alien?"
"Yeah well," Robin said. "Let's not jump into conclusions."
When it was engulved in flames, Robin took a cryo grenade and blasted some parts of the crashed pod to take out the flames covering up pretty much most of the entire thing thanks to the branches and the trees. After the cryo grenades did their job, Robin approached the said escape pod and took a closer look.
"It's open." Robin said. "The pod is open."
There was a sound of a click that can be heard from the back of his neck, and the sound of something charging and powering up. Whoever came out of that pod just pointed something harmful towards him. He was in deep trouble.
"Who are you?"