The thrust of engine and the T-Ship skyrocketed, further penetrating the heart of the heavens that once shoved the team to earth. A hand locked around the control lever, Robin yanked his headphones to his mouth, "Cyborg! Activate cloaking device! We don't know when the UFE will pass us! When it does, follow them!"

"What happens after we reach Tamaran?"

"…Still working on it!"

"Robin," A voice whined from its compartment "You don't have this mapped out?"

"I can't create a whole attack form in an hour! What do you expect, Beast Boy?"

"A foundation or somethin'"

Robin redirected his stare back into the approaching galaxies. "Our foundation is to follow, hide, and help Starfire in any way we can. Titans, do I make myself clear?"

"Affrimed!" All nodded, eyes locked on to the horizon that glowered back.

Robin shoved off his headset, suddenly to be captivated by the beauty twinkling across his panorama. Lost in its arms, he gingerly placed the gear upon the dashboard. Alongside the collision of starlight—the light that reminded him so dearly of Starfire-he forced himself into peace, imagining the princess safe, soaring beyond the clusters of stars… his belt protecting her.

Floating amongst the stars, the T-ship cruised ever so gently. The lights swaying in the distance grew nearer and nearer—Jupiter had passed moments ago, radiating her surroundings with an orangey glow. Starfire always dreamed about watching the universe pass by on the rings of Jupiter.

Locked on autopilot, the ship coursed her way to Tamaran by picking up the fingerprint-like traces of light left by the alien, gifted with photosynthesis. Three at a time, the Titans were given moments to rest: all participating in a cycle of who would keep watch.

"Finally!" Beast Boy broke a yond with passion. "S'bout time!"

Robin's turn had eclipsed Beast Boy's, his body springing from an owl form and shifting back into a human, ready to jump back into a snooze.

Robin watched the miles pass, the billions of stars marking each distance. Tamaran would be days away, their high-tech, revolutionary ship plunging through even in high speed. Robin was given time: time to think about how he would protect his team on the planet. Wanted by aliens and wanted by humans, he mapped out plans to sequester from both. When participating in a game with no win, the Titans, Starfire as their leader, planned to bend the rules and find another way—a way that avoided a crowning of false 'light' and the blame of false 'dark.' No one was righteous... No one ever could be... Every sould was split into the hands of good and the hands of evil. A war built off of communicaton, any life take would bee devastation. Time to rise up, Starfire led. All or nothing the team kept thinking. He reached into his pocket, felt the texture of the photo, and her voice spawned into his pool of memories.

'It must not end this way'

"Hey Robin?" A voice droned into his headphone.

"Raven? What are you doing up?"

"I-I know how you feel," Raven paused, hesitating to continue. "In a way, we've all raised each other. Starfire to me is like a sister—she called me that once but I was too taken back to give a proper response… I remember when we all first moved in together. I would always shove her away and hide in my room… She never stopped being kind and never judged."

Robin pressed his headphones, checking if he heard her correctly.

"S-She is strong. You don't need to worry about her, Robin."

"I know with one-hundred percent of myself that she will be strong, but for some reason, Raven, I can't bring myself to do anything else but worry."

With a tingle and a lingering kiss, a memory crept in-a memory so strong that it overtook him, captivated his mind, and sank itself into his vision. With a flash, he was next to her.

The smell of her hair was strong, his cheek pressed against it. His arm protectively rested around her who slept dearly against his chest. Half asleep, he swooned as the girl lied next to him. Wanting to wake himself to find her there, an imaginary-self tapped against the inside of his mind only to be quelled by her soft breaths against his chest.

He felt the pain of an over-bearing smile, hoping for it to be reality. The memory faded and he panicked, literally trying to hold onto it with his palms, grasping the open air. Suddenly, he saw his memories shatter and fly into fragments with a sudden gust of wind.

The conquest of wind arranging themselves in the shape of the princess, her body, the fragments of shimmering memories. The blackness of the vision melted away into an iridescent glow, reenacting their final goodbye. He found himself as a child once more, releasing the peace dove to the air.

*BOOM!* A trumpet blasted, shattering the iridescence into mirror fragments! His face reflected back and with a jolt, whipped around into the collision of a battle scene! Spears, daggers, and bolts erupted into the frame! Purple and flashing lights blew! Wind struck out of the frame! Chaos erupted as two armies ran to collide with another! No! Please stop! BOOM! Something struck the ground! The world trembled, bowing to the flashing of blistering white lights... and…

"Robin? Robin, snap out of it!"

Slowly, the smell, sound, sight, and touch of a princess sank into the oblivion of the inky blackness.

He clutched his head, his eyes wide and his breaths panting.

"Robin! Are you okay?"

"Dudes! What's going on?"

He paused for a moment, heaving in his breaths by the load, eyes wide—shocked! Caught in the wake of confusion and fear! He bit his tongue from riddling loose, gulped, and nodded… quivering.

The images casted from the boy slammed an empath to the ground. Her eyes wide, Raven clutched onto her mind, biting her lip furiously! She ducked below the dashboard, scanning the images Robin's mind unleashed! They… they were too strong for his mind to seal: a revelation. A glympse, he saw... A glympse to the future. With a quake of a stutter and rioting, pulsing thoughts, all she could whimper was, "…no… Starfire…"

(Translated from Tamaran to English on behalf of the reader)

Across the arms of the universe hovered a radiant planet who defied gravity, her people bending it at their will—the flight, free, brave, and strong. Upon that planet, in the furthest corner, inside a vaulted tucked away and protected by the epic stampede of mountains, standing in reverence to Tamaran, a tamaranean paced around a projection, its pin-points outlining the frame of a weapon. His strides were solemn—his purples and golds upon the floor… his title abandoned.

Another glided in, his feet touching the floor ever so gently. By a glance of his General, his mind locked on the hologram and clenching back all trace of emotion, the visitor hung his head, surrendering his helmet from his head… in honor of his General's loss.

"Kro'ka."

"I do not wish for condolences."

A silence fell between the two, channeling the eeriness from the General and into the air. A pulse beat! Heat steamed! He lashed back to the messenger, his voice resounding from the walls.

"You come to me," he arose his head high, his brows furrowed, and his tone, stern with demand, "Now, what is the status report?"

His gaze beat against the General, his mouth upturned, his brows askew. His contact broke and he gave in. "From… from the soldier… t-the…seventy-seventh who survived the bombing dealt by earth, a proper DNA scan was completed."

"And what is to know?"

"From his radiation we reaped into information… t-the information that enables us with knowledge of the bomb's constriction... A bomb of our own is at our fingertips."

"And what is its condition?"

"In process of construction, my General. To Intensified its impact, it is to absorb a majority of our Suns' remaining light… The explosives have the ability to annihilate the majority of the United Forces of Earth… and as a toll, our front lines…" He looked down in shame, his eyes flooding to the chrome floor, "…as you requested…"

The General stood with defiance, his face focused upon the projection of the bomb, his back turned to his messenger. Unsatisfied, he remained… He dared himself to continue, his lips writhing from his grip.

"…and what of the seventy-seventh?"

"He… H-He took his last breaths moments ago."

One… two… three… Reality swung across his world, sinking the remainder of his heart! His shoulders sank, his title, his name followed. Heart-wretched and ashamed, he shoved his arms across his eyes, attempting to clench back the swirling riot of emotion gnawing at his heart. A tear fell… the mask of a General followed... Now... Now, a glympse was revealed-the window to his hatred. He murmured, stammering, "…brother…"

"My General? Ple-"

He tightened his fists and snarled, "Messenger! Gather the men!" A bolt of anger! Hatred snaked into his soul and shot his fists through the hologram, flashing violently!

"W-What are we to do?"

He growled, "I believe the princess's three days are long overdue! Her arrival shall be soon!"

"MY SISTER IS HERE?!" Suddenly the handsome boy ornamented in purple and gold spun from his servent and back to his pompous company of Tamaranean nobility. He rechecked his posture, wiped his brow, straightened out his cloak, adjusted his tone, and turned gracefully back to his servant. "Eh-hem, I mean, let me greet her at once. My company," he smiled chivalrously upon them, "Please excuse me for the time being. My greatest apologies." He waved his hand frivolously in the air as they bowed back and glided his way to the colossal-sized bronze doors. He slipped through the opening with grace. On the queue of the giant doors' clasp, a cheer exploded and he broke for the distance, sprinting violently and flailing his arms!

-Starfire is to return!-

Author's Note: We wait upon the princess and she is to return to Tamaran! I will proudly state that I have taken the character of Prince Wildfire and based him off my little brother-like figure who lights up the world with his cheer, carelessness, silliness, and craftiness! Once more, thank you so so much for the kind reviews! I really really appreciate those so much and yes, once again, it inspires me to keep writing! This story has been so much fun to write and I really want to thank the authors that have write such amazing stories to inspire my own and that have helped trained me in that way! Okay, enough of me! Have a nice rest of the day!