Primal Requiem

Disclaimer: I do NOT own Teen Titans

Beta: Dragon Wizard 91

Kenju- I actually thought those ships were about the same size. Trial, error, and feedback are how I learn best. Though I think that's technically the case here. Well, since I'm not really following the comics, that might give you a guess to who I left out. Nope, the plan is not quiet or clean, but it is incredibly well thought out.

Regular speak

Thoughts and Emotions talking to person outside mind

Demonic or Animalistic speak

Demonic or Animalistic Thoughts

Translating to English

Non-demonic Higher Beings will change depending on mood

AN: besides Gar, all the Beastans here are dragons.

In his wolf-man form, Gar stood on the edge of the cliff at the base of the palace and looked over the desert lands with a distant look in his eyes. He had told everyone his plan and they had agreed to it. He idly wondered how many had caught the single problem with his plan, problem for them anyway. The Ex-Tameranians were already gathering weapons and sending out messages to the other cities to evacuate the planet for a safe haven they had a great distance away from Tamaran.

He could smell the fear from the People of Tamaran from all over the world as they got the news. He could smell their fear of leaving, fear of capture, and fear of death. They were so afraid right now. One part of him, the old and fading part that was almost human,-the part that was a hero- pitied them and wanted to stop the ones responsible for this. Another part, the new and growing part that had embraced his true heritage and nature, was grinning at the smell and what had caused this fear.

The fading ghosts of his past life were not his current issue. Rather, the status of his new one was what really had his attention. Until Starfire had mentioned it, he had almost forgotten something amongst his planning. He was probably going to cause the death of at least half the Beastans out there. The killing part wasn't the issue, rather who he was killing and who for. While he had only recently found out, the Beastans were indeed his people, his own kind. Should he really be fighting them when they would gladly welcome him with open arms? He had nothing against the Tameranians, but to cause the mass murder of an army of Beastans, who had given no reason that he himself should fight against them, made him let out a growl-like 'hmmm' as he thought about the situation.

This brought up the point about the problem with the plan. If Gar decided to switch sides at any moment, for whatever reason, the plan would fall apart like a house of cards. From there, he could predict the outcome. The Beastans would win, many of the survivors here would be killed and the rest would be forced into servitude. From his understanding, Beastans looked at most creatures in a very similar way to how humans and most other "Intelligent" life forms saw "non-sentient" creatures, or "animals" as humans would say. "Irony that the creatures possibly at the top of the evolutionary pyramid are more instinctual and primal than most," Gar mumbled to himself in slight aggravation.

That was when his mind wandered back to the outcome if he turned sides. The likelihood that his former friends would actually leave without him AND the princess was next to none. Their most probable fates were easy enough to guess. Cyborg would be briefly examined to see if he had any kind of technology they didn't already have before they killed him. Robin would be dead, most likely either in the battle or after some of the Beastans with a male preference had their fun. Starfire would probably go to either a Beastan ruler, the General of the Army here, or a soldier given great credit for the fall of Tamaran. Raven...he had no delusion that there was a good chance the fate she would have was the same as her mother's, several times over. Only way around that was someone that didn't want to breed her making a serious claim on her. He made a mental note to insure that those two didn't experience such a fate. He may be trying to sever the ties of his past self, but he still wasn't so heartless to let that happen to those two. His mind hadn't managed to completely cut them out of his heart...yet.

His ears twitched as someone approached him, "What do you want, Princess Koriand'r?" He asked without turning to face her as she stood next to him on his left.

"I have come to express my gratitude," She said with a small smile on her face.

Gar looked over at her with a raised eyebrow, "For what?" He asked, already guessing the answer.

Starfire stared into his dark green eyes, as if searching for something, "For saving and protecting my people," She answered simply, a bit curious about what else he thought she would have said.

Gar, turning back to the desert, scoffed softly at this, "I did no such thing. I just unintentionally gave them the ability to free and protect themselves from their conquerors. As for saving them, I may have just delayed their death and enslavement," He said in a low tone with only slight irritation showing itself in his voice.

Starfire stared at him for a moment, "Friend Gar, what do you think of the situation we are now in?" She asked in a voice that seemed to radiate curiosity, yet was contained behind a more placid look.

Gar stared at her as she had, fighting back a smirk at the aliens' seemingly odd behavior. The woman standing in front of him wasn't Starfire, the teen age heroine whose personality resembled his former self in many ways. This was definitely Koriand'r, High Princess of the warrior race of Tamaran. Like two sides of a coin, the two personalities were almost identical, but with certain differences. The biggest to note was how much calmer Koriand'r was, and how her nature as a ruler shown through- these traits usually came and left when needed in regular times. Now, her disposition as the heir of a throne had become her main mindset in this hour of blood and death. And as a Princess, that also meant she was a politician by proxy. An honest one most likely, but a politician none the less.

He gave a growl of thought before answering, "If you mean by the coming battle, then I can't tell you who's going to win," He admitted as she looked at him with a slightly curious look.

"My people may not be victorious today-," She paused as Gar's eyes met her's,"-but we both know that this battle belongs to you," She said in an eerily calm voice as her eyes showed sadness in them.

Gar took a deep sigh of breath before speaking, "So, you did figure out part of my plan that I didn't mention," Gar said with a slight smile at the girl's ability to see into his plan. He idly wondered who else figured it out. "Tell me Koriand'r, do you intend to kill me?" He asked as he turned to face her, sounding amused instead of accusing.

Starfire's eyes widened slightly at the question, "No. Even if I could bring myself to do such an act, I would not," She proclaimed without the slightest hesitation, causing Gar to raise an eyebrow, "While you may not think of me and the others as your friends, I still think of you as mine. Even if I did not, you are the only hope my people have now. Without you there is no hope. We could only fight and die meaninglessly or run with the Beastans pursuing us until they eventually catch us. With you on our side, there is at least a possibility that victory will be ours," She said as Gar looked at her with a surprised expression.

"Then what are you here for?" Gar asked neutrally, only having a few guesses on where this was going, as he gazed over the desert.

Starfire bit her lower lip as she thought how to ask her question properly, "I have come to see if there is any way to ensure your loyalty for this coming battle?" She asked as he snapped his head in her direction, eyes narrowed as if searching her for something only he could see.

"Tell me very plainly what you're asking me Princess Koriand'r," He all but demanded in a warning voice.

Starfire was very taken back by this reaction. She had no idea what she could have said that offended him, but hoped it was merely a misinterpretation,"I believe the earth phrase would be 'What is your price'?"She said, hoping the expression would make more sense than her still-improving English. Now that she thought about it, she wondered why they weren't speaking in her language since she knew Gar could speak it.

Gar's stare lessened some as he looked at her with blank eyes, "Be very careful with that offer Princess. You offer anything and you might end up losing everything," He warned as he peered into her determined and unwavering eyes, before sighing and turning back to the desert, "For this battle, you owe me nothing," He said, not needing to see her surprised face to know it was there, "Think of this as a last favor-or request- from Beastboy. Because after this, I will have no debts to anyone," He proclaimed in a voice of finality.

Starfire looked sadly at the boy that she had known so well. Besides perhaps Robin, no one knew Starfire as well as Beastboy did. During the early days of the Titans, when no one really knew each other and Robin was still swapped getting everything organized in some way, Beastboy had been the one to help introduce her to many things on earth, his own ignorance towards somethings made her feel less foolish about earth customs. He had actually been the one to introduce her to the wonderful concoction known as mustard and the "Mall of Shopping". He had never been "weirded out" by what she did, but he had a little trouble explaining some things. It hurt to think that their friendship was nothing more to him than a debt to rid himself of.

"You owe me nothing for our friendship, Friend Gar," She stated as she tried containing the sadness in her voice.

Gar looked towards Starfire out of the corner of his eyes. He didn't take any enjoyment in her sadness, but did he dare say he cared? "Tell me Koriand'r, was Robin really that interesting or were you afraid that I was a Beastan?" Gar asked, almost sadly yet some how humorously as he completely turned towards her, gazing into her large green eyes.

Starfire looked shocked at Gar, not sure what to say. While her suspecting that he was a Beastan in disguise was the original reason she never attempted to be more than a friend, she didn't actually have a reason for the rest of the time they had been friends. She first realized that he was a unawakened Beastan sometime before Raven told them of her father, possibly even before Terra tried to kill them. Robin had still kept her at bay back then. The closest she and Beastboy had been to being more than friends was...was when she comforted him after Terra's treachery had come to light. That was one of the first times she actually hated someone that she had once called friend for any amount of time. Beastboy...it was a wonder to her he hadn't become full Beastan with the how angry and sad he had been. She heard it took something very traumatic to "Awaken" a beastan. The scary thought to that was that since he didn't "Awaken", he had probably been through something worse.

As she began to answer, Gar suddenly snapped his head to look behind him and a war-cry rang through the air as a large and bloody figure leapt at Gar with a large Tameranian spear pointed at him. The figure was Galfor, sporting many injuries and blood covering most of his torn outfit. His eyes looked mad from rage and exhaustion. The sight of his princess standing before a Beastan, thinking it was going to attack her, had given him the drive to fight again.

Gar had little time to actually think of what to do, but it was long enough to figure out that if he moved, Starfire would get hit. He had no weapon and the handicap of having to stop the attack from hitting Starfire. He couldn't stop the small smirk that made its way onto his face as his instincts kicked in. Right as the spear got within reach, Gar's clawed hand shot up, both cutting the metal spear-giving it a smaller yet sharper blade- and pushing it upwards as Galfor landed, leaving him wide open. Gar quickly kicked Galfor in the gut, sending him back flying a few feet, and twisted the spear out of the Tameranian's grasp as he did so. He drew the spear back, before a hand caught him before he could throw it. He shot an angry glare at the owner of the hand, Starfire. Her eyes pleading with him not to harm Galfor anymore. Gar knew he could kill Galfor, whether by shaking Starfire off him or by switching hands, yet he didn't. He merely dropped the weapon as she released his wrist.

It was then he noticed that quite a few of the Ex-Tameranians, along with Rema and a now healed Robin, were standing and staring from the various entrances the recently ruined palace now had. His glare never ceased, his blood outraged by the blood that was denied him, as Starfire looked a little scared. Whether that was from his glare or the silhouette of green bio-energy building up around him, he didn't know or care at the moment. His glare then slowly changed into a small yet evil grin, "Well, I might just have to take you up on your offer NOW, Princess Koriand'r," He whispered coldly as he walked by, too low for Robin to hear it, causing her to almost gulp at his words.

All of the mutated aliens immediately got out of his way as he walked on by, his anger still visible through the grin. Robin made his way over towards Starfire who looked very worried about something as she looked towards the ground, "Starfire, what happened?" He asked in a concerned voice.

"Forgive me, but I think I may have just doomed us all," She said solemnly as she went over towards Galfor, who was barely conscious, 'Or just myself perhaps,' She thought to herself worryingly.

Reama just sent an angry stared at the princess who had dared to upset her...Reama supposed master was the only fitting term at the moment, as embarrassing as it sounded at first, "That girl may have just cost her people their last chance or cost herself everything," Reama muttered in Beastan, some part of her wishing she could punish the girl. Reama shook her head at this thought, wondering if this was an effect of Gar's "bonding" as she, Ferninia, and Gar himself started to call it. She really needed to ask those two about this after Gar settled things here. Gar did this and Ferni knew more about these kinds of things anyway. With that, she turned and made her way back to the small clearing from the rubble that most of the others were staying at for the moment.

Other Side of the Palace

Gar growled softly to himself as he walked out of the Palace, stepping over the rotting bodies of Tameranians as he went, towards the hill with the dead team of Beastans still there and the distant army of Beastans across the desert. He stood against the wall of the entrance and waited for moments, before suddenly speaking, "It's rude to eavesdrop on a private conversation, Roth," He said as Raven, a little startled, came out of the entrance and looked at him with her usual, apathic face. This did nothing to prevent Gar from smelling the maelstrom of emotions that were just beneath the surface. She was feeling sad, confused, and many other emotions. Most of all, she was angry. Angry at everything that had happened since they arrived on this planet, at herself for not stopping it somehow, and angry at him. He didn't even need to ask why she was angry at him.

"I didn't lie, Roth," He said softly as she starred at him with a confused expression, "You're angry at me because 'I' told you that you weren't alone, no matter what you thought, and now you feel that 'Beastboy' has left you," He clarified, causing Raven to look at him in utter shock at how easily he read her.

"How did you-?" She started, but was interrupted.

"No matter how well you hide your emotions, I could always smell them, I just couldn't figure out what caused them at times. Getting inside your head was always a task I loved to struggle with as 'Beastboy'...Now, I think can tell what you're thinking with little trouble," He answered emotionlessly, shocking her even more.

"Then what am I thinking?" Raven challenged, a bit skeptical to this claim.

Gar stared at her for a moment before sighing, "You're thinking, 'How could he have changed so much?', 'Would he really go to the Beastans?', 'Will he ever be the same again?', and 'Is there any way to change him back?'" He listed off as Raven looked on in astonishment and perhaps even fear at his ability to read, or predict rather, her thoughts, "The answer to the second question is simple. Yes, under other circumstances I would without a second thought. The answer to the third is no, I won't ever be the same, even if I had a choice in that. The last question, don't bother because I wouldn't let you or anyone else get away with it," He said coldly as he walked in front of her, their eyes never leaving the other's gaze. He suddenly switched to human form, losing a foot of height in the process, leaving him at around six feet tall. He leaned down slightly so that they were at eye level, "As for the first question, are you sure you knew me that well to begin with?" He asked as Raven looked on in shocked silence. He turned and started making his way into the desert, "You know, the field of war really isn't some place for an Azarathian to be," He called out before disappearing in the blink of an eye.

What Gar didn't know was that Raven's emotions hadn't just been from his words, but from a vision that came to her. Before her she saw a desert trenched in blood. The ripped bodies of human-like, humanoid dragons, and full dragon formed Beastans littered the field with their flesh, organs, bones, and weapons lying all over the place. The ground beneath the sand had fallen through at several, perhaps strategic spots. Within them, the glow of molten lava could be seen. But the nauseating scene of horror was nothing compared to what was near the base of hill the palace rested on. There was Gar, crouching over a dead female beastan. She had died in her human form, horror etch into her face. He clawed into her torso, feasting upon whatever flesh he happened to grab, unbiased in his search to sedate his cannibalistic hunger. He suddenly stopped as his ears perked up. He slowly rose, standing at seven feet as usual, and turned towards her. It was only then she realized he was no longer a humanoid-wolf, but a humanoid dragon.

His green scales were caked in blood; his own rapidly healing injuries were ignored as he stared at her. His suit was ripped, especially down the middle of the back, but it too were repairing itself. His claws were at least half a foot each. The horns on top of his triangular head were only short, for the time being. The claws on his toes were curved like a raptors. His eyes glowed an unholy green as his pointed tongue licked his blood stained lips and teeth. The only sound Raven could hear was the low breathing of Gar's breathing, her own labored breathing, and the panicking beating of her heart.

Unable to look any longer, she turned towards the palace only to be met with a sudden rush of heat. As soon as she opened her eyes, she wished she hadn't. She was in the main hall of the palace-the same room where Starfire had almost been married in. It and the rest of the Palace were burning as the screams of terror could be heard in the distance. Raven almost thought she was looking at hell. She could make out the bodies of some of the Former Tameranians she had seen, all dead, their bodies full of brutal injuries with several Beastans feasting on the bodies. Over at one side, she saw Cyborg. He was ripped to pieces, with several Beastans looking at his remains with disappointed expressions. When she looked the other way, she saw Robin. He was dead, and his body was mangled all over. Several Beastans, she couldn't make out their gender at the moment, looked rather pleased as they walked away from the corpse of the boy wonder.

Then she could see many of the Ex-Tameranians bound with even stronger restraints, all looking even more broken than before as many Beastans kept watch over them. Raven also noticed a few Beastans...violating their prisoners. She also could make out Reama and Ferninia, both of their eyes glowing green, as they stood near a Former Tameranian she knew to be called Gal'ra. Reama looked slightly annoyed as Ferninia seemed to molest Gal'ra and licked her neck with a perverted grin. Raven then noticed all of the prisoners, even the victims were looking up at something. Raven followed their gaze and her eyes widened in horror. Most of the ceiling had given way and the rubble had been moved from the floor. But that wasn't what they were looking at. There was a large pillar that made a make shift bridge across the floor above them. On it was Starfire, tears raining down from her eyes as she stared up at the Beastan holding her up by her neck. The Beastan was Gar, in his human form, a smirk on his face as he stared at the broken girl in his grasp. He brought her closer until his mouth was right next to her ear. Although he whispered, Raven could hear it as if it was her in those clawed hands, "Sorry Koriand'r, but I'd rather live as a monster among beasts than waste another minute on earth as you all try to turn me back!" He stated as green energy began to leak out of his hand like little snakes and into Starfire. Her eyes began to glow green, a much darker shade than her normal glow, and her hair got several green streaks through it as a symbol of some kind appeared on her neck.

Gar released her, letting her fall to her knees on the pillar-turned-bridge as she stared up at him with wide glowing eyes. She slowly rose, staring at Gar with a confused look, a small smile coming to her face as his hand came up and rubbed her cheek. It was then that Raven realized what had happened. Gar had warped Starfire's mind. Not simply controlling it or erasing it, but binding her will to his own. What the effects of this would be, Raven wasn't completely sure. By the looks of it, Starfire's personality was there, but her will belonged to Gar now. Gar had become Starfire's master. Raven then saw that Gar was staring right out at her. His eyes glowed as she felt something attack her mind, causing her to close her eyes and grit her teeth in pain.

When she opened her eyes, she was back outside the palace. No fire, no bodies, and no Gar. "They weren't real, they were just visions, they didn't happen," She chanted to herself as she fought to hold in her tears and her lunch, but a "yet" kept appearing in her mind as she said this. Her legs felt weak as she leaned against the wall for support. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't get those visions out of her head.

Unseen to Raven, a pair of narrowed cobalt blue eyes stared down at her from above. Ferninia had seen the half-demon go in the direction she sensed her master heading. Ferni didn't trust these people that had been her master's friends before his awakening. There was a reason New Awakeneds rarely associated themselves with their past friends or lives in general. The people they knew could rarely cope with the change their friend went through. It was too sudden for them and too great, especially the fact that even the most pacifistic gained the lust for blood and sex that all Beastans had. The usual case was that they all turned on them with a rare few who stuck with their friends. The only exceptions were when the people that the Newly Awakened had been raised by were similar to Beastans in some way. Usually a warrior race of some kind. Not like the Tameranians who prided themselves on their self-control. The ones that let their instincts guide them. The ones that many called "Savage".

She didn't trust them, but her master already had them handled. She had only gotten a glimpse into his mind, yet it still scared her a little how easily he could predict what was going to happen. She had possibly seen more of the plan than Reama did, or that Gar even wanted her to see. Like all of the Zefera family, Ferninia was deadly loyal to an individual, not a group. She had never found anyone that got her attention until she saw Gar. It was a common, practically genetic tradition of her family. They never swore true loyalty to anyone, except one individual. No one knew who that person was until they actually saw them. And when Ferninia saw Gar, it was just like her mother had told her it would be. Everything suddenly stopped as a strange feeling of awe rushed through her. Her cold and laid-back personality melted away as an eagerness to learn more about this Newly Awakened washed over her mind like a tsunami. Finally, several perverted dreams entered her mind as she examined his body.

This is why when he had shot up and grabbed her and Reama, she didn't fight. When his claws tightened, she showed no fear and bowed her head. When his mind forced itself into both her's and Reama's minds, she didn't resist in the slightest. She had let him ravage her very mind and soul as he pleased. That was the way of the Zeferas, complete and eternal capitulation to a being that would one day surpass them, their sovereign. Many great Beastans had a Zefera at his or her side at one point. They looked not for glory for themselves, but for the potential of their master or mistress to reach its full potential. Funny thing about her family was that they never expect anything, let alone love, from their master or mistress but they usually got it any way. Ferni chuckled to herself, idly wondering if she would be so lucky to gain even a slither of Gar's attention. No Zefera ever expected love, no matter what.

The one bad part about the Zeferas was that they saw their lives as insignificant to the lives of their lady or lord. This was bad because by the time they had sacrificed themselves, their sovereign had come to love them in some way.

At The Beastan Camp

Nu General Gonrad Naksen was an old dragon with red scales and white stripes going horizontally over his head and the back of his body, covered by a red Beastan uniform. Beastans didn't technically age and he wasn't really that old by most standards-barely into his six-hundreds- but he felt old. He had been in the military for most of his life. He joined when he was about thirty and nearly spent two hundred years in service to Bersek Thrinor, the Alpha King of Drogina- the capital of the Dragon Empire. About half of those years were spent settling a rebellion within the empire itself, as some still didn't believe Bersek should rule, even though he single handedly killed the entire ruling family before himself. It was quite surprising, seeing as everyone thought that he had barely gotten into the bottom of the high twelve ranks at the time.

Gonrad had to leave for a few years to heal his body from when he survived an explosion. He was given permission to retire from the military when he had fully healed as the rebellion had all but completely died down after the king himself beat the leader of the rebels with little effort. If what he heard was correct, the king wouldn't have killed the rebel leader if he wasn't so annoying, stating that the man hadn't been worth killing.

Gonrad spent his life peacefully for the most part after that. Got three mates, raised a family, and watched his children grow up to be fine Beastans and have children of their own. That was until about two hundred years ago. That was when the Council of Alphas had come to a decision. The time had come to begin The Old Plan. It had been something Beastan leaders had talked about for over a million years. They had waited a long time, advancing their technology, their powers, their minds, their armies; the entire race of Beastans was at its highest. Their spies had been to the farthest reaches of the universe, and were now on almost every planet. Few beings actually knew about Beastans as more than a creature they barely ever knew or saw, most notibly were the races of this system and one other as well, who had only learn about beastans a little over thirty years ago. Thankfully, they had isolated themselves from the rest of the universe at the time. Bersek Thrinor had taken care of them personally and left no trace they ever existed. Their sun had made sure of that.

The first hundred years was spent getting used to the heavy fighting again, learning about new technology, and finding out his part in the plan. In the last hundred years, Gonrad had helped train the younger and less experienced soldiers. All of the Beastans were moving as one and they needed to be their best for this. With one mate dead, and another saddened by his departure, and the last in a different army, Gonrad felt very old. He hoped his surviving mates would forgive him if he died and forgive him for agreeing to return to active duty. He sighed, thinking about the chance that he or his other mate might die, leaving him or the other more heartbroken with the other. If they both died, chances are they would meet their remaining mate in the afterlife fairly soon after.

"General!" A young called, causing the general to look up from the map of Tamaran and towards two Beastans carrying another, one whose scent he didn't particularly recognize as one of his men. It smelled more like that newly awakened that had been there earlier before leaving. Kid probably didn't even know that they knew he was there. That was when he smelled something else; Blood. Beastan blood. Dragon Blood.

"What happened?" Gonrad demanded as he noticed the injuries on the young dragon and his features. His blue uniform was ripped off at the left shoulder and right leg with small rips all over it. The boy was about six and a half feet tall with black scales, blue streaks, and a silver line on his spine that diverged onto his legs, arms, and ran up his head until it stopped between the eyes. It was an interesting design, one that Gonrad had never seen before. The boy also had several still-healing wounds all over his body. A fist sized hole in his stomach, a large cut going from his left shoulder to the middle of his back, a smaller cut running down his right leg, and many other non-life-threatening injuries. Gonrad looked up and noticed that a crowd was forming. They all looked curious and sickened by the boy and his injuries, respectively.

"Take-" Gonrad started to say before the boy started coughing violently, spitting out blood every now and then. He opened his eyes to reveal two blazing blood red eyes and had a look of hate the general rarely saw in one so young. "Who did this to you?" Gonrad asked softly as he approached the injured boy.

The boy's eyes softened as his vision cleared, "The Palace...creature...Tameranians freed...mutated...others...dead," He rasped out, struggling to speak, panting as he did.

Gonrad eyes widened in surprise at these words. Something had freed and mutated the Tameranians the infiltration/stealth team had defeated and captured, and said team was apparently dead, "Who or what was it? Was it a Beastan?" Gonrad asked, hoping to get an answer before the kid passed out.

The boy made a 'come closer' gesture and waited until the general was directly in front of him, "He called himself...Trosnem," He whispered out, almost hauntingly, barely enough for even Gonrad's hearing to catch. The boy's head dropped, either because he was too tired or asleep.

"Get this kid some medical attention!" He bellowed as a few medics came and quickly took him aboard the ship.

One of the captains came up to the general as he watched them take the boy away, "General, you don't really believe it was a Trosnem do you? I mean, they're myths or extinct, right?" He asked, sporting a weak grin.

The general did not return the gesture as he sighed, "I don't know what the kid saw, but I do know that it is powerful enough to take on a team whose specialty is taking over a large population with few numbers, somehow alter other creature to do it, had the gall or arrogance to call itself a Trosnem, AND it's possibly fighting against us," He answered solemnly.

"Possibly?" The captain asked, rather confused by the statement.

"This thing could be nothing more than a confused Beastan with a few strange abilities. It's not very common that those pop up, but they do. If it's possible, I would rather have this thing on our side than against us. Either way, we have a mess to clean up," Gonrad answered firmly as the captain nodded nervously, sensing the general's slight frustration at this turn of events.

Within the Ship

"Hey, boss doc! Take a look at this!" A medic called to the head doctor of the group, who glared lightly at the medic's name for him. He then saw what the medic was talking about.

"Well, he certainly heals fast. At this rate, he'll be able to see the reconquering of the Palace. Poor kid just needed a little rest and cleaning. He probably was using all the Bio-Energy he could just to get here," The doctor chuckled softly as the boy began to stir, most of his wounds now closed up. His blood eyes opened again as he slowly brought himself to a sitting position, "Easy kid, you're not good enough to get up yet. Damn, I wish half the bastards out there had half your healing rate, it'd make my life a lot easier, I know that," The doctor said with a laugh as the boy chuckled a little,

"So kid, got a name?" The medic asked, tired of calling him 'the boy'.

The boy grinned a bit as he cleared his throat, "Name's Ark,"

Under the Desert Outside the Shield

Green eyes glowed as it looked up in the pitch black cavern. An unseen, sadistic grin appear on it's face as it continued it's work.

End of Chapter

Well, newest chapter and longest yet. Now before anyone says anything about Starfire's OOCness, if there is any really, it's front or her poker face you could say. You pretty much need some form of it when in politics. Question to ponder; What is Gar's full plan? What was Starfire's answer? What might Gar ask from Starfire? What exactly did Gar do to Reama and Ferninina? How and/or why does it seem like Gar can read minds? What did Gar mean when he said "...the field of war really isn't some place for an Azarathian..." What did Raven's visions mean? Which will come true? What is the "Old Plan"? Who is Ark? Who is under the desert? Who will Gar side with?