Story name: Komand'r

Description: Before she was Blackfire she was Komand'r. Tamaran's dark princess. Born a warrior, skill unparallel, she was to be desired, fawned after even, not to be shunned and disgraced as she was.

A/N; This will be the last chapter on Tamaran. Also, read and tell me what you think!

Disclaimer; I own nothing.

"Your banishing me?"

"This is no longer your home." He repeated himself. At that moment he was no longer the strong elegant king she always viewed him as; in a fleeting moment of weakness he truly looked his age.

A frown played the corners of his lips as he slumped heavily into his oversized throne. Gazing out beyond her, past the palace, out into the stars a lifeless chuckle escaped him. A hauling cough followed. Before she knew it the monstrous man was doubled over in agony.

Rising her hand she stilled it before it could reach out. What a pathetic thing to do. Even as he condemned her she was still reaching for him. His pain causing her actually concern. Hardening her outstretched fingers into a fist she locked the offending appendage at her side, watching detached as he worked through his fit.

"You're dying." She accused.

He glared a familiar glare in her direction. She was her father's daughter after all.

"I'm not there yet." He said stubbornly.

She laughed a mirthless chuckle at his expense. What a prideful old fool. Taking a step to his side she fell by his side. Leaning her head back against the cool metal of the throne her chin dipped dropping her gaze down. "You're protecting me." It wasn't a question. It was all so obvious now.

Stricken with an illness he knew would soon over come him the king had no choice. The moment he drew his last breathes she would lose her protection. Without him to rule they would never expect her as heir, Kori was far too young as well. For him to push so far. . .

He couldn't have long.

"You're as brilliant as ever, my daughter." He praised.

His voice only sounded marginal better. Softly he petted her head, such a childish act but strangly she drew much needed comfort. It had been so long since the two of them could stand to be in the same room with the other. It seemed so surreal.

This would be the last time she saw him.

"She's not ready." The menstruations of her hair stilled a tired sigh escaping.

"No." He admitted. "She is not."

"That is why Galfore will take command. She will be given time to grow, she will not be rushed into this."

"Galfore is a strong warrior." She conceded.

"He will watch Koriand'r." He assured her silent worry.

"I know." She spoke.

The massive man Galfore was a kind, generous soul. Their father being the king there was plenty the man was responsible for, he didn't have the time to individually care for his children. Galfore was their nanny. Having practically raised the two girls from birth he also had a special bond with her sister. The girl loved him as much as she did their father.

Galfore was also strong. A fierce warrior even by their kinds high standards, there was not a single person that could object to his rule. If they did, well, it wouldn't end well for those foolish enough to stand against him.

A smirk formed thinking back on the man's ruthless training. While not always seeing eye to eye with the brutish man Galfore had always treated her as he would any other. Her training was the same as her sister or any other. Hellish. Brutal. Just how she preferred.

The tears stinging the corners of her eyes were unexpected. For as long as she could remember she had hated this man. His name a curse rolling awkwardly off her tongue. The source of all her anguish and pain. No. That was a lie.

He had fooled her from the start. Taking her blame, letting her focus all her unbridled fury on him and him alone. He wasn't a fool as she had wanted, or rather aloud herself to believe.

Behind the light, beyond the crown, stood a regal, distinct, separate father protecting her as best he could. Spinning the die he was surrounded by shadows. On all sides the enemies creeped, threatening to strike at the weakened man, but like the bright light he was, HER King protected her.

She didn't love him. She still told herself. His immanent death would mean nothing to her. His existence a fleeting sound, she had lived without him before, now would make no difference . .

Oh how sweet her gentle lies were. An incomprehensible defense that so easily formed. It was instinctual at this point. Faced with the shocking truth of her own life she couldn't handle her walls rose as high as the stars. Had she overrated? No. No? No! She didn't believe that. Even now she refused to apologize. Her will was a damnable thing.

She rose.

Unable to bear the unquenchable ache assaulting her chest, the dark haired girl made to step away from her. . .father.

"I know this is all. . .disorienting." Her king spoke. "But your destiny lies outside this ruined planet my daughter. If anyone can survive it is you Komand'r."

Standing at the corridor leading to her exile, she froze. Hands clinched tight enough to draw blood she turned to him. Careful to keep all the emotion out of her voice she addressed the sick King, "Goodbye, Father."

His smile was tired, strained, full of pain. She left.

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Not long after she left the throne room she was assaulted by her sister. Having taken only a few steps the dark girl rounded on the princess her questions being cut off by her hands snaking around the young girls caller.

Looking in tear filled eyes; Koma finally realized why this stupid girl meant so much to her. All her life, she had craved an emotional attachment for anyone to just accept her, to show her the love she so desperately needed. Then there was her sister. Always there for her, putting up with her abuse, ignoring the lies told, forever staying by her side offering assistance any way she could.

She hadn't seen blinded by her jealously and rage. The way her sister loved her unconditionally was something she cherished. The reason why she protected the younger girl painfully clear now.

"Koma, I'm sorry."

Gripping her sister's caller harder than necessary she felt the tears stream down the sides of her face clouding her vision. The younger princess gave a small gasp when her forehead fell into her shoulder.

Whatever this is, whatever connection she thought they had was over now. She didn't move away from the startled girl, she just continued to cry into the girl's shoulder.

"Yes. Me too."

Koriand'r to her credit let her have this moment. She cried quiet breathless sobs into a tense shoulder. After the surprise had faded hesitant hands curled around her shaking frame. In her desperate state she allowed the comfort even leaning into the embrace.

It took far longer than needed to collect herself. Clutching her sister in a desperate embrace. Kori shook as she tried to remain strong for her.

Once again her baby sister conviction was shown through strength. For once Koma didn't have the strength to scold the younger girl. Even as Kori's grip was beginning to become quite painful she endured the traitorous contact.

She laughed at her sister's infallible stubbornness, though it came out as a dry sob. If there was one constant she could count on in her insignificant life it was her emotional sister.

"You can't leave." She whispered fiercely.

Koma felt her stomach drop. She knew? Of course she knew. Kori, the outspoken, easily unfocused princess would not listen to any order if her heart was set against. Driven by her insensible need to protect her Koriand'r refused both elder sibling and father to spy on the conversation. What a stupid girl, she thought fondly.

This would make things difficult. Her plans to sneak away silently into the night foiled. But then again, could she have really been so selfish? Leaving this way was suppose to be easier, for whom she wasn't sure, Kori would be spared the pain of her exile. It wouldn't reassure her, she thought snidely.

She would hate you, the thought sprung to the surface. Something like that would be inexcusable. She couldn't, wouldn't, do that to her. Somehow the younger girl hadn't developed the aversion everyone else had toward her, Koma just couldn't put the nail in the preverbal coffin.

"I will talk to father, I will tell him everything, make him understand."

"Kori. . ."

Koriand'r shook her head. She could see the pain written across those oh so expression filled eyes. Her sister was in an erratic emotional state that was borderline dangerous.

"I have to." She spoke gently.

"No." Kori argued. "I can't just, I will do something-"

"What will you do?" she asked harshly. Her cold demanding voice having the chosen effect cowering the emotionally hurt girl.

Green tear filled eyes stared at her uncertainty.

"There is nothing you can do, sister." She said this time win marginally less venom in her voice.

"You'll be alone." She spoke so softly.

That, perhaps was the strongest argument she could have made. The galaxy was not a kind place, even less for a tamarain. For a member of their kind, to be alone was death. The planet of Tamaran was after all surrounded on all sides by the war like empire, the cidital.

A warlike collection of species that had combined together to form an impressive collection of worlds. They were strong enough to even still the hand of the Green lantern corps, forcing the galaxy police force to let them rome as they please so long as they stayed in their quadrant of the galaxy. That of course left Tamaran to find for itself. Against a ruthless band of aliens bent on their destruction.

She smirked down to her sister, though it felt hollow. "Do you doubt me already?"

"No, of course not but this is your home."

"It's your home Kori. It has never been mine, not really."

They were silent after that. Together they stayed; content to set in silence the two sisters stared up into the night stars. The peace was not to last however. Before long Komand'r had to leave. Against her sisters wishes she left. Leaving the safety of her world, her first home, everything she knew, she left.

Though, she wasn't alone.

"Kori." She sighed. "I told you not to follow-"

Komand'r cut herself off, her eyes going wide.

An entire fleet of Gordanian ships were looming over head. Coming right for them. . .

A/n: well here you are chapter 5! And just in case you've forgotten, the Gordanians are the aliens that captured Starfire in tt. The last bit is just a set up for the next chapter, sorry if it's a little rushed, but what can you do?

Well since you read, tell me what you thought. The next chapter will be up tomorrow.