Welcome back to MoS, and happy new year. Firstly, I'd like to apologise for the wait, college work got in the way and the dreaded Writers-block set in. However, I'm back, for now at least. We are about halfway through this story now, and this chapter was a shi* to write. So enjoy chapter nine(or eight, depending on how you look at it.)

*Previously, 2025*

Grilek pulled off his mask, he sighed.

"Soon enough the Neo-Terra bomb will be ready, and Tamaran, shall shudder in awe." He murmured as he walked out of his quarters.

"Ah, you're here." Came a voice.

"Emperor Wildfire, it is good to see you again." He said politely.

"Ah, my people await your speech on the Galactic guard. It seems so long ago we fought Mimic, doesn't it?"

"Indeed it does, Emperor." Said Commodore J'zal Triumph.

*Galactic Guard Headquarters, somewhere near the centre of the Galaxy.*

The group awoke around the same time. They were in a metallic room with beautiful furnishings, It was almost like being in a palace, but bigger and more comfortable.

"Ahh, you're here. Good." A voice came from the door. The group turned, and saw J'zal Triumph.

"Triumph, were the hell are we?" Mar'I spat.

"Alas, I do not know you. Yet."

"You will do! You're going to be m-" Orinoko clamped a hand over Mar'is mouth.

"It doesn't matter yet. But as she asked, where are we?" He asked, hand still over Mar'is mouth.

"You are in the Headquarters of the Galactic Guard young sir. The centre of defense against such threats as th Gordanians, The Hivemind of Griske, and the insidious Twins of Carnage and Chaos, now follow me to the Rogues wing, I need to show you something."

*Insert boring walk to the Rogues wing here*

The Titans stared at the massive wing, Rows upon rows upon levels upon levels of cells.

"Look in this cell." Triumph pointed at a particular cell.

Inside the cell, was a corpse of Mimic. Starfire hid behind Robin, still terrified of the 'demon'.

"Mimic shares the same bio-morphic signature as Soul. This has lead us here to believe that he is somehow connected to him. If this is so, the Twins may kill him as well."

"Wait, they killed Mimic? We're fighting one of the most powerful villains we're ever faced, and you're saying that they may just kill him for kicks?" Robin bellowed at J'zal.

"Of course I am. I never 'kid'."

An Adjutant ran up to Triumph, "Sir *mumbled voices*"

"Is that so? How…interesting." He turned to the group. "It appears you are down one person. A Mary Celeste Logan." He said.

The group looked around, Beast Boy, Raven and Orinoko frantically so, Triumph laughed heartily.

"Shes fine, she's on Earth…"

*Insert scene break here.*

Celeste lit the candles, and sat in the centre of the circle.

"Azrath Metrion Zinthos, Eliade Mroa Lioasv." Murmuring the incantation she opened a rift, locked years ago.

A woman stepped out, dressed in a plain robe, and wearing an ornate headdress, a single lock of coal black hair dropped over her left eye, and her hair cascaded down her back.

"Azar…" Celeste whispered.

"You called me, young Mary Celeste Logan." The High priest Azar spoke, her voice soft yet serious.

And there you go. R&R please, and I'll update soon.

Cult'r out, for now.