Thank you to my loyal reviewers. It is because of you that I am encouraged to continue. To answer your questions, there are no planned pairings in the story. I did not put any couplings in the master plan. But I have to say that some may come up later on, it's a work in progress. Your idea Evilkiller, is something that I have already put into perspective. Unfortunately, I tried it before, and I decided against it. Besides, Yoda himself is piece in my puzzle. You'll see it later on.

That aside, I present my nice and trimmed, not in any way rushed, Chapter 2; with more big words and some spoilers.

Chapter 2

Here's the thing about losing your consciousness, you're plunged into a total darkness and you usually have no idea what has happened. To top it all off, when you do regain your sense of self, you have no idea as to where you've been transported to.

This was exactly the case in point. Raven had drifted into her own state of nothingness, it was not nevermore, but it was equally enigmatic. All the voices of her separate emotional realities were mysteriously absent. It was not so much an escape from her usual inner disputes than it was silent torture. Mere minutes had passed but it each one felt like eternity multiplied. At last she had come to.

Raven opened her eyes, head aching. She surveyed the scenery. But from what she had expected to be Titan's Tower, she found gleaming walls of silver, at least five meters across. From what she could pick up, she was in a corridor of some sorts, the side walls strewn with large, clear windows. Then she took a sniff. The air she smelled was cleaner, no lingering thickness in it.

She heard footsteps in a distance. It occurred to her to hide as soon as possible. It is never smart to reveal yourself when you have no idea where you are. Her body was engulfed in a black magical veil. She leaned against the nearest wall and assimilated her body into it. Then she sifted herself through the wall matter and moved up to the ceiling. Then she waited for the approaching beings to come.

From below her she could see what beings were coming, and what came by nearly made her fall to the ground. They were aliens. She'd seen aliens from all over the galaxy and many were strange and disgusting, but she couldn't recognize any of the one of the dozen-or-so that were advancing. The company of aliens came by and the sheer diversity between them was astounding. Some were insectoid species and had wings. Some walked on two legs, some walked on four. Some, she was almost certain were humans. But you wouldn't see their apparel anywhere on earth, which she was now certain, was not the planet she was on anymore.

She waited for the aliens to pass and descended to the floor. She was amazed at what she saw. She wondered as to why she was knocked out. She couldn't figure out where the other Titans were. The last thing she could remember was sitting on the couch and they were all about to watch some movie that Beastboy wanted all of then to see. The million dollar question right now was: Where was she? But whatever the explanation was, it had to have something to do with Beastboy. If it were up to her, that runt would never come near anything further up the techno tree than a dirty rock.

But there was very little time to ponder on anything more, she began to hear footsteps again. But this time they seemed a little hurried. Raven retreated to the ceiling again to avoid contact. She had hardly pulled herself together when the party came in sight.

This time, there were more of them coming. She was relived to see that most of them were human in appearance. From what she could see, there were at least fifteen soldier type persons. They were covered in white battle armor and each was carrying a rifle of some sort. There was one person who walked in front of the group. He looked a lot like the others but his armor had big red stripes on it and he wielded two twin pistols in his hands. All those soldiers were in a protective box formation. In the center was an elderly looking man in deep blue robes, ordained with expensive looking accessories. There was a certain air of grandeur seemed to follow him. It almost seemed like power directly emanated from him.

The group moved down the corridor quickly. They were apparently running from someone or something. The soldier leader scanned the walkway right to left, but thankfully not up. Raven remained hidden.

Suddenly, a bright pink piece of metal tore a hole across the ceiling, a few meters from Raven's spot. Then a grey metal hand burst through the hole, widening it. Then ten, tall cloaked figures jumped in from the hole.

Each of the newcomers had a long metal staffs in their hands. The ends of the staffs crackled with pink electricity. Upon closer inspection, she could see that they had metallic feet. The things shoved their cloaks to their shoulders. They were robots. All of them were robots. Each of them had grayish armor with slim frames. They had glowing red circles for eyes and a single red circle on their torsos. They looked very state of the art. But they were not the gleaming new, far from it. The robots had battle scars everywhere, their armor was gouged. Before getting to examine further, they attacked.

The bots dashed to the humans, waving their weapons menacingly. The lead soldier waved his hand and the others took aim. Then, in a second, they pulled their triggers. Clear blue laser bolts blasted through the air. Some bots managed to dodge the attack. The others weren't so lucky. The robots' armor absorbed the shots leaving searing slack marks on their armor, but they continued as if nothing happened. One robot was hit twice in its torso's central circle and was stopped dead in its tracks.

"Fire at will!" ordered the striped soldier, he himself firing his double blasters. "Don't let the droids get to the Chancellor."

But in moments six of the droids engaged the soldiers. They struck quickly with their staffs. Some soldiers blocked with their rifles. The others were hit and dropped to their knees. The droids were outnumbered but that did not matter, it was close range fighting and they had the advantage now.

While the soldiers were occupied with six robot assailants, six leaped up and went straight for the robed man. The lead soldier took some shots at the three but he could not score a direct hit. Two of the robots grabbed the man by the wrists. The other fended off a soldier who broke off from the main battle.

The soldier fired a shot at the robot. But it dodged the bolt almost before the soldier pulled the trigger, as if the droid saw it coming. Then it swung its staff at the soldier, striking him below the ribs with such force that the soldier slammed into the opposite wall. Then it advanced and raised its staff, getting ready to deal the killing blow.

Raven had little time to think. Should she interfere? Would she let these robots kidnap this man? It was a no-brainer. She could not let this happen. She was a hero, one of the Titans. The situation was not clear, not at all. But it would be against her ideals to let this get past.

"Azerath, Metrion, Zinthos!" Raven chanted as she emerged from her hiding place. Darkness enveloped the droids' hands and slammed them to the walls. The droids were taken by surprise. The third robot stopped before killing the soldier and turned its attention to its new target. Raven focused her mind on a window and tore a panel of clear material at the droid to her left. The droid had not had the chance to get up when it was hit in the torso. The blow split it in two. The upper half tried to pull itself free, but it sputtered and died.

Raven then took her attention to the other droid she slammed on the wall. It was already beginning to get up. She enveloped the floor in front of the droid with magic. Then the floor rolled forward, smashing the robot's legs.

The droid grabbed its staff and threw it at Raven. Before it could get close, she sent the weapon zooming back. It hit the droid in the center. It tried to dislodge the stick from its body. But the light faded from its red eyes and its movement slowed down until it stopped, power gone.

But then Raven felt searing white pain shoot from behind her. The third droid had leapt up and struck her from behind. "Aaahh!" she shouted while falling to the floor, reeling from pain. She tried to get up but not fast enough. The droid kicked her in the ribs, knocking the air from her lungs. She was slumped on the floor, defeated.

The robot stepped closer, moving in for the kill. Raven tried to fight back, but she couldn't muster enough energy to do anything. But she had to fight back, she could not die here, not having any idea how she ended up here. She had too much to live for, her destiny, her friends. She could not let it end now. Rage began to build up in her head, filling her with forbidden emotion. Then inside her mind, something snapped.

She got up in a flash, finding power in her desperation. Within her, her anger had won; she was desperate to fight, to live, to destroy her attacker. But she could not do this in her current form. Raven took to her demon form. Two extra eyes surfaced form her face, above her normal ones. A red mist clouded her mind and eyes. She was not in control anymore; her inner demon had won over her rationality.

Then she turned her focus to her would-be executioner. She wanted it gone, dead though it was a robot. The droid backed off, taking a defensive stance. Raven approached she didn't need to do anything. She just absorbed the robot into her cloak. In a moment, she stepped back; the droid was nothing more than a heap of scrap metal.

Then she set her sights to the rest of the bots. They had, personally, done nothing to her. But if they were of the same kind that tried to kill her, then they had to go too. She just focused on them, nothing more. Then the remaining five droids were encased in black magic shell. With mere force of will, she crushed the droids. When she let go, the former attackers were balls of twisted metal.

"This has gone on for too long." whispered a voice in her head. "You must regain control, what is it to survive if only to live like this…"

Raven gasped. The haze in her mind had lifted; she was back in control, but just barely. Her demonic features began to fade. Her four eyes melded back into two. She began shrinking back to her normal self. The monster inside had left and Raven was back. But she was drained. She collapsed to the floor, nearly losing consciousness once again.

"Sir, are you alright?" said the leader of the soldiers as he came up to the chancellor.

"I'm perfectly fine," replied the man, a little shaken. "What of your squad, Commander Cable?"

"I have no casualties to report sir," said the soldier "Trooper CC 3221 has incurred some serious injuries but he can wait until we've gotten to your craft."

"Very good commander, I see that the Republic has not made a mistake in placing our security in your hands." nodded the chancellor in approval. The commander sped off at these words. Then the chancellor turned his attention to Raven.

"Thank you sir; but what shall we do with the girl?" the commander asked.

"Help her up and take her to the ship, we can ask questions once she gets her strength back." said the chancellor.

Raven watched as two troopers helped her up, bracing her arms on their shoulders. The soldiers moved with near mechanical efficiency. They helped another soldier, bleeding from his leg armor, up and moved out.

The trip along the walkway was a long one. But with the troopers helping her out, it only took a few minutes. None of the effort fell on her, a little escape from the moment's chaos.

They reached the door at the end of the walkway. There was a control panel to the right. The commander punched a couple of buttons and the door opened sideways with a swoosh sound. Raven looked up to see what was at the end. It was a ship, a gleaming silver ship. The ship was a very ornate vessel, with sleek, flat, form. There were two huge wings protruding from the main section. It bore some resemblance to the Titans' own ship but there were no visible engines. Raven could not think of how it could possibly take flight, but who was she to judge this planet's technology.

They entered the ship on a boarding ramp that opened up from the side of the ship. The interior of the ship was very luxurious looking; control panels themselves were advanced looking touch pads. The two clones supporting Raven lay her down in an L-shaped couch, near to the Chancellor's own majestic looking seat.

"Trooper" said the Chancellor "You may launch when ready."

"Of course sir." the trooper replied. "Sir, I believe that this was dropped by the girl during the fight." The trooper reached into his belt and pulled out something small… Raven looked closer and she found out that it was her COMMUNICATOR!

"Thank you soldier, now leave us." ordered the chancellor.

When the soldier left, Raven got up. She shook her head to clear her mind and pulled up her hood. She took a seat and reached out her hand. "The communicator please."

The chancellor gave it to her. "Well, hello to you too." he said. "Let me introduce myself, Supreme Chancellor Palpatine of the Galactic Republic."

Raven thought for a second. Chancellor Palpatine? Galactic Republic? This was Star Wars stuff; Beastboy never let her forget it. More questions streamed to her mind; further expanding her already huge archive of mysteries. Then she found out that she had been staring into nothing for a while. "Oh, yeah… Raven. Just Raven" she said taking her communicator back.

"I suppose I must thank you for saving my life. But I must say, you had us all frightened there when you turned into… that thing."

"Ah," Raven said, rubbing her forehead. "Well, let's just say that I have anger problems. Things happen when I get mad, bad things."

"I see," he said, not dropping his distinguished tune. "But your powers are amazing to say the least. But maybe I can help you further."

"Really?" Raven lifted her head in curiosity. "What could you do to help me?"

"I understand how your mind works, I know you seek control over you powers." he said. "But what you are sadly mistaken my dear. You should harness your anger, release it, let it work for your own gain!" he continued, raising his hand vindictively.

"You're insane." she said, appalled. "You can't possibly understand what I feel."

"Oh but I do." Palpatine said powerfully. "If you follow me, let me help you, you will find out that you are the one mistaken. You will learn how to put your anger to good use. Instead trying to stomp it out onto the dirt, you must let it loose on you enemies. But of course it is your choice, not mine. I would not take it against you to put this whole thing behind. But it is an opportunity that I am handing out to you. You would be wise to take it."

Raven searched her mind. Should she take this chance, this once in a lifetime chance to take her anger under the thumb? It is not like this would come up again. But this would go against her whole life's work to try and quash her anger and never let it out. On the other hand, what was the point if this new way would accomplish the same end? It hit her like a rock, there really was no choice, and there was only one answer to give…

She opened her mouth to speak… "Yes." she replied. "I'll do it."

"Very good Raven," said Palpatine "I assure you this is not a choice you will live to regret…"

With that the craft levitated. The engines hummed alive, pulsing with power. It only took them a second to take to the air. At breakneck speeds, unfelt because of the artificial gravity, the ship zoomed into space, just another speck in the cosmos.