Author's Note: Once again, thank you so much for reading and keeping up with the story! Also, pay attention to a certain man's speech (I have hidden many key elements and foreshadowings) and keep Robin's words in mind: "Maybe there is no light and dark... Just different shades of gray." Thank you! Please enjoy and feel free to leave a comment, saying what you liked or disliked!

Starfire slowly awoke in the stillness of the early, gray morning.

She flickered her eyes to see a blur of green. As she beckoned innocently, the blur materialized as Robin's shirt, draping over his chest, where her head accidentally pressed against. A rush of heat flushed throughout her cheeks and her helpless smile burned brightly. His arm rested around the princess in peace. Robin lied graciously against her, his eyes gently sealed, his breaths slow and steady, and his heartbeats singing as if they were of a lullaby.

She would easily admit it if anyone were to ask: she wished to remain there next to the boy… she wished to pretend that the war was a dream, a lie even—ignorance is bliss, but is it true? To the princess of Tamaran and to the heroine of Earth: what was true anymore?

She took a mental picture of the boy—oh how beautiful he was to her. Oh how strong he made her feel. Oh how she longed to be with him and oh how she cursed this war that threatened him and the rest her friends. She smiled at him lovingly and beckoned softly, careful not to wake the Boy Wonder. She arose to her bare feet that grazed against the fuzz of the carpet. She thought of the future immediately, terrified of what it possessed beyond this moment. The two identities she had learned to wrap herself in before her coming to Earth were inconstant now: Her name and her gift. She knew this, but wore the fact proudly... Princess Koriand'r of Tamaran or Starfire of Earth, she was, indeed, beloved… someone's friend… someone's heroine.

With a silent giggle, she observed silly slight of her friends, scattered upon the common room's floor. Raven was on her side, her hands cradling her head, Cyborg was sprawled out on the couch, his arms and legs dangling off the side, Beast Boy's lower half on the couch, but his upper half was not… it lazily brushed upon the carpet instead. Robin remained the same: his body turned onto his side in a fixed position where only one shape could fit perfectly. She blushed helplessly.

Across the continent, in New York, underneath the grand city, inside a steel metropolis, a mass of men and women, totaling to the number of eight, swarmed around another as if in a brawl. Their bellowing reverberated off the walls clashing with every sound wave in its path which magnified the intensity of the moment. Papers were scattered everywhere and swished on the ground and into the air at the shaking of fists. Men and women rushed the rims of the sheer wooden tables to intimidate their aggressors. Some remained hopelessly in their seat, their hand clutched over their heads.

"QUIET! ALL OF YOU!"

Suddenly, all trace of noise echoed away, leaving every eye to observe the demander. A man stood at the head of the table, his arms strangling the wooden rims, and his eyes looking as if he was ready to kill. His features were strong: his muscles bulked from his black suit and tie, his chin and cheekbones enticed and captured the light, and his black-graying hair sleeked back in a professional fashion.

"YOU STAND AND ARGUE AMONGST YOURSELVES WHEN AN ALIEN ARMY IS READY TO ANNIHELIATE OUR PLANET?" He stared around the room in silence. "SIT DOWN! ALL OF YOU!"

The seven others, those representing the seven corners scattered amongst the Earth had agreed to meet as an elite force elected from the United Nations (UN). America, New York being its commercial commerce center, was the melting pot of the world. The land was dominated by North Americans, Europeans, South Americans, Africans, Middle Easterners, Asians, and Australians who had all blended into another. America, symbolically, was thought to be the perfect place for 'the world' to meet. However, argument, especially in a crisis like this, was unavoidable.

He shouted in the still quietness, "CAN WE NOT GATHER AS NOT SEVEN, BUT ONE?" He stared around the room accusingly, his eye brows crossed, "CAN WE NOT STORAGE DIFFERENCES AND FIGHT TO PRESERVE OUR PLANET?"

All stared back at him in their seats, heavy hearted and anger faced.

"Now." He sank back to his seat. "I demand order in the courtroom!" He paused for a moment, memorizing the information upon the sheets he was able to hoard, snaking his glasses upon the thick bridge of his defined nose. "My fellow peoples of Earth, we are engaged in a war of worlds. My friends…" He arose with such confidence. "Let us begin with the beginning." He paused for a moment and walked along the outside of the table span.

"Within the Vegan Galaxy, approximately located fifteen light years from our Earth, a planet by the name of Tamaran exists, radiated by the warmth of three suns. With this exposure, the aliens, marked by their orange-tainted skin, blood-red hair, and blistering green pupils, have adapted in such a way that they are innate with the ability of photosynthesis… They draw and release energy from light."

He paused for a moment, looked down at his papers, then strolled around the room in gallant strides, "Upon days ago, we have received note that the hostile planet's condition: Tamaran is scarred itself due to self-destruction of a civil and an invasion of a certain alien race called the Gordanians…. With the planet hanging on its hinge, they looked to our beloved sun-a sun in which is proved to be quite unlike theirs in terms of energy—for relief." Reversing his steps, he dramatically shifted the tone of his voice, "Sending probes into OUR solar system, these Tamaraneans plotted to absorb OUR light provided by OUR sun." He the echoes of his crushing voice bounce off the wall for a moment. The room resounded in silence.

"Upon agreement, the United Nations sent attack forces-one force popularly known as 'The Justice League'-to terminate these probes before any harm could be done onto the people of Earth." He paused in his steps, his posture heroically built. "After 'the declaratory,' a missile constructed by the Russian Forces, was launched from the exosphere, the lives of seventy-six Tamaraneans were the accidental toll—the seventy-seventh, escaping back to the hostile planet. Our heroes, rummaging to file in a treaty, were attacked, their watchtower in ruins and their bodies, missing… all but one who was able to return to us and tell of the damage…My fellow peoples of Earth, the United Forces of Earth: War is affirmative! Will it be easy? No."

Solo, he conducted the room, the others enticed by his eloquence and heroic nature.

"We have received insight that the aliens, governed by a Tamaranean dubbed as 'Grand Ruler Myand'r,' are indeed capable of flight, strength, invulnerability, and of course, releasing and absorbing energy—a observer from Jump City tells us so."

A women, brave in her posture, stood up with question. "And we are expected to survive?"

"We, as regular citizens, are not." The man dimmed the lights which queued a projection to shine on the white wall behind him. "Look at these two bodies and compare their conditions. If you were to look closely," he clicked a button which zoomed into the flow of blood molecules. "One contains a substance of high rarity and the other does not. This substance not only allows the humans to bend reality to a certain degree, but also matches any Tamaranean statistics: their strength, the agility, and their endurance. Recent experiments and research are able to provide us with evidence." He paused

"In other words, one with this substance is equipped with certain powers and is diagnosed as what we, Americans, call 'super-beings.' For these super-beings have the ability to take down a Tamaranean. "Now, for my proposal." He flashed the lights back on and addressed the table in confidence.

"My friends," his eloquence shifted to a tone that was… personal per-say. "Earth is a rich planet. Her waters… her mountains…and my God, her people… We, my friends, have built mighty cities and constructed thriving nations represented here today. Can we afford a loss? Can we afford the slaughter of our race?"

Claps erupted throughout the room, all inspired by the man's presence.

"No!" He was prompted on the spotlight of the climax. "We cannot! Therefore- it is our duty to invade Tamaran, our super-beings as the United Forces of Earth, fighting to preserve our Earth!"

The crescendo of claps reverberated off the walls as the head of the table bowed in honor.

"Peace, my friends." Silence drained the room once more, "I have constructed a recruit squad. We plan to start on immediate notice." He paused, heroically propped above the seven. "All in Favor?"

As a unit, they seven sectors of the world together cried. "I!"

"Indeed." The head nodded. "Sections of Earth, gather your supers, heroes or villains, badge them with honor, and send them to the UFE headquarter within the span of three days. We on the fourth day."

Across the continent, in New York, underneath the grand city, inside a steel metropolis, the head leader spoke into an empty courtroom, a projection in front of him.

"Affirmed, President Roak. The Tamaranean was last reported in Jump City, maintaining a residence upon Titan's Isle; however, I strongly advice for the UFE to not interfere with-"

"Her royal blood will serve as hostage as I command!"

"We have a Tamaranean in captivity as it is! Can we not spa-"

"I shall not tolerate argument for God's sake! Our world is in jeopardy! Any less from the hostiles may cause us a defeat! She will be our key to victory! Can you meet my requests, General Superman?"