J'onn studied the Javelin 7 crash site. As he had expected, the nose was buried into the ground, dirt piling around it and moving up the spacecraft's body in an attempt to swallow it whole. There were scorch marks dotting the ship's exterior, no doubt where the Tamaranean blasters struck. The exhaust ports at the back clearly took the majority of the damage as they were ruined beyond repair. One of the wings was completely detached, found on the opposite side of the clearing the Javelin had crashed into. The other wing was twisted around in a way it was not designed for.

There was a large hole on the vessel's roof. It was perfectly round, indicating it was artificially made. The Tamaraneans had cut their way through the hull, making the opening large enough to remove Despero. Diana had been able to confirm this just before she had been knocked out. According to her, she had tried to stop their attackers, only to be hit with some sort of concussive device.

All around, his team had secured the perimeter, making certain they identified where every piece of the Javelin was. As they completed this, the Justice League arrived. Superman and Green Lantern were the first ones J'onn saw. Steel, Firestorm, and Fire arrived next, the latter carrying Ice with her. Just one look at the scene had set many of their faces into stern countenances.

Curiously, J'onn didn't see Batman or Flash. Neither were Green Arrow and Black Canary present, or even Captain Atom. The Martian had made an effort to broadcast the situation, so they all should have heard him.

"You're certain it was the Tamaraneans?" John Stewart asked as he surveyed the damage. He grimaced at the exhaust ports, seeing them blackened by fire.

"It sure as hell wasn't Thanagarians," Hawkgirl responded. "I know my people's tech and the ships that attacked weren't theirs. Also, we just got done fighting the Tamaraneans, so I'm pretty damn certain it was their ships that we saw attacking."

"It's better that we have our facts straight," Superman said, trying to defuse the situation. "Not much has changed since your team left. That island they're calling New Tamaran hasn't opened up for any sort of negotiations with any country."

Which meant there were no diplomatic relations with these foreign people. Considering what he witnessed on the beach outside Jump City, it seemed Blackfire was playing a game only she knew the rules to. No doubt the situation was of her design.

"The important thing is that we need to retrieve Despero," Diana then spoke up. "We can't leave him in their hands, whatever designs the Tamaraneans have for him. He is simply too dangerous."

"Any ideas on how they restrained him?" John Stewart then asked. "I can't imagine they just knocked him out and carried him away."

"There were power dampeners restraining him," J'onn informed the Green Lantern. "We were also using a stasis field to prevent him from reaching out with his telepathy in the event the dampeners failed, as well as restrict his movements."

"Then they probably kept the dampeners on," John surmised. "Damn, what the hell are they thinking?"

"When one has a question, John Stewart, it is wise to present it to the relevant party."

Heads lifted up and J'onn immediately saw Ganthet. The sky above them was filled with Green Lanterns, nearly turning the blue sky green. Ganthet was landing on the ground close by, his robes fluttering from the gentle breeze his flight created. Two Green Lanterns landed on either side of him, standing at attention like guards.

"Ganthet? What are you doing here?" John questioned.

"Kilowog informed me of the most recent development," the Guardian responded. "We felt it was in the best interest of all if we combined our forces to retake Despero."

The plan was to turn Despero over to the Green Lantern Corp, so J'onn did not see any fault with this logic. "We appreciate your speedy arrival. We were merely waiting for the rest of the League to arrive so that we ventured to New Tamaran at full strength."

"Is there anyone else you are waiting for?" Ganthet asked.

Batman and Flash were the first two names to come to mind. Seeing as both men had yet to respond to their comm links, J'onn decided to ignore his respects to privacy and reached out along the mental links he maintained with them. He failed to sense Batman, but that was no surprise given his circumstances. He did touch upon Flash's mind and soon discovered that both men were…otherwise preoccupied.

"No, there does not seem to be," J'onn answered after several moments.

"Really?" Hawkgirl responded. "Because there's a distinct lack of talking around here, meaning Flash isn't around. He'd be good to have when invading a heavily-armed island."

"Flash is currently on another mission," the Martian reported. From the corner of his eye, he noticed Superman and John sharing a curious look with each other. Clearly they were unaware of this. "I doubt he will be showing up."

"And the one called Batman?" Ganthet brought up. "My last encounter with him indicated he would be someone good to have for negotiations should they be necessary."

"He is with Flash, though what they are doing, I was unable to discover."

There were more shared looks. For a moment, J'onn wondered if there was something he was unaware of. With Batman involved, it was more likely than not. However, now was not the time to investigate. They had another objective that took precedent.

"Then this is all we have coming with us," Superman declared. "Let's move out."

The Justice League lifted up off the ground. While Fire held onto Ice, Kilowog used his ring to seal Black Lightning and Vixen within a bubble construct, lifting them up into the air as well. Ganthet joined them as well until the League was mingled without the Green Lantern forces. As one, they took off towards the west.

With such a large force, J'onn was more than certain the Tamaraneans would consider this an invasion, but there were more pressing matters at hand than observing a reclusive people's right to isolation. They had created this situation and they would have to forego any such pleasantries.

It was a secure line, and only one person could use it. This was done on purpose, and if the phone programed for the number was used, only this device would receive. It would only mean one thing, and that was bad news.

Bordeaux was quick to seal off her office, making sure no one could see into it. Lip readers were a factor, and so blinds were lowered even as she placed the phone dead center on her desk. Returning to her seat, the director of A.R.G.U.S. answered.

"Report," she commanded. Things like pleasantries could not be afforded for this caller. The shorter the call was, the better.

"The Justice League is mobilizing. The strike team has returned, but there's been a complication."

Their detection system had picked that up. They at least knew now that it wasn't malfunctioning, which gave more credence to the stealth capabilities of their recently retrieved alien technology. However, this report was not the kind she had been hoping for.

"Define complication."

"The strike team came into contact with the enemy armada. They were able to subdue the leader and take him into custody." So far, that sounded like good news. Without the leader, the enemy fleet would have to take time to determine its next move. Best case, it turned around. Worst, it continued on its course to Earth. "Upon re-entry, the strike team was attacked and the enemy leader was taken captive."

Someone attacked the Justice League's strike team? Who? "Is there any identification on who attacked?" she demanded.

"The League claims it was the Tamaraneans."

The Tamaranians. Now how had they pulled that off? Their little island was under twenty-four hour observation. They had satellites, eyes on the ground, and even deep-sea subs patrolling the waters. Nothing came up on their detection equipment so the attack didn't happen in the atmosphere…the alien technology. Of course.

That fleet of spaceships had arrived on the planet without alerting them. It stood to reason the same stealth technology that hid the World Engine from radar was the same for their smaller ships. Under the right circumstances, the Tamaraneans would only need to find a blind spot in their perimeter, and then they could fly out without setting off any alarms.

By all accounts, the Tamaraneans now had possession of the enemy leader. What was the endgame here? What were the Tamaraneans trying to accomplish?

"The League has contacted the Green Lantern Corps, and the two are planning to join forces to try and retake custody of the enemy leader. They're heading out right now. What are your orders?"

Taking a deep breath, Bordeaux considered their options. This was not a good situation; things were bad enough trying to stall pretty everyone from getting their hands on the World Engine, at least until they could learn all they could about it. Now, one of the lower priorities just went to the top of the list.

What's more, the enemy leader wasn't some new threat. By all accounts, this was the same one that had led the very first alien invasion of their planet. He was the leader of the Kalanorians, Despero, and he was in the process of making good on his invasion plans. He was back on Earth, the last place anyone would want him. This needed to be addressed now, not later.

Every option at their disposal flashed before her eyes, everything that included their heavy artillery, the technology stored in the Red Room, their various agents…oh, that was right.

"We have a team of our own already enroute to the Tamaraneans' island. Do not interfere with them. In the meantime, keep yourself embedded, and if the opportunity comes up that you can eliminate the threat, take it. If you can't, do not expose yourself. You're too valuable an asset for that, Captain. Keep me updated when you have the next opportunity."

"Understood."

The connection was cut, and Bordeaux was left with her thoughts. The League's recruitment of new members had been a boon for them, a chance to get an agent of their own on the inside to keep tabs. Though established originally to not just clean up the messes left behind by the League, A.R.G.U.S. was also supposed to be a liaison to this new power that was upsetting the balance of international politics. That relationship had never taken shape, not in the way it was supposed to.

But monitoring and keeping track of the League's movements were part of the job, and when that recruitment drive began, she had taken the chance to try and get an agent of their own embedded. It had been simple; the only hard part was selecting who they could use and reach out to them first before they could try out.

It couldn't be just anyone. It had to be someone with a burgeoning reputation, had some power that would definitely draw League attention, and possessed the skill that would allow them to fit seamlessly in without drawing the wrong kind of attention. They found their man in Captain Nathaniel Adam.

So far, he had not been detected, and through him A.R.G.U.S. had been witness to the internal fracturing of the League. Intel on how Lex Luthor manipulated events and was the mind behind the Legion of Doom also served to explain how that fracture had taken place in the first place. An investigation into the billionaire was in the process of being set up, but the odds of anything coming from it were slim. Luthor was too wily and slippery to ever face any consequence from his actions.

It was one thing to know he was responsible and another to prove it.

Luthor aside, things were starting to accelerate in ways she did not like. There were too many players, and each one had their own agenda. The Tamaraneans were making another attempt of their own, and after last time, there was no way it would work out for any and all involved. What were they thinking? Were they so desperate that seizing a dangerous alien was their only recourse?

There were still too many holes to plug up, but plugged they must be. The League had proven itself vulnerable, and their alien guests, be they Green Lanterns or Thanagarians, could not be trusted no matter what human features they might share. The less said about the rest of the world, the better.

Why is it then that she felt that things were about to get a whole lot worse before they got better?

Seeing the so-called Defense Shield Generator from satellite images was a poor substitute for seeing it in person. The structure was far more massive than Batman had expected; it was practically its own city in size. Thanagarian ships surrounded it like a protective safety net.

Keeping his distance, Batman eyed the construction site through binoculars. The morning sun was slowly lighting the world up, allowing him to spy on the site. Despite how far away he was, he could still detect the perimeter patrols performed by guards on foot and smaller ships through the air. In fact, there were quite a few air sweeps throughout the entire region. The vigilante had taken cover a few times so as to remain undetected.

Unfortunately, he wasn't able to spy an entrance, at least on this side. If there was one, it was on an entirely different side, which would take quite some time to locate if he circled around at his current distance.

That was a total waste of time when his partner could move faster than the human eye could detect.

As if on cue, Flash appeared at his side. "They have that place locked down tighter than any prison I've ever seen," the speedster reported immediately. "It's damn near water-tight."

"Did you hear anything about Harkness and the others?" he asked, never once lowering his binoculars.

"No, nothing. I caught moaning and groaning from the guards, ya know, the usual complaining. None of them seemed to know what we wanted to know."

Finally, the dark-clad man lowered his binoculars, placing them back in their pouch on his belt. "Then we'll need to get in closer. Think you can—"

Before he had a chance to complete his question, Flash had his hands on the Dark Knight and they were suddenly rushing through a world of blurring colors. That all changed when Flash brought them to a stop behind a Thanagarian ship, one that was sitting on the ground near the generator. A wave of nausea overwhelmed Batman, causing him to brace himself against the side of the ship, resisting the urge to wretch.

"Oh, sorry," Flash quickly apologized. "I keep forgetting about that."

"Do you know how much I hate that?" Batman glared at the young man.

"Do you know how much I hate it when you sneak up on me? Consider us even."

Well, it was hard to argue with that. The vigilante just settled for a lingering glare before he got his stomach under control and straightened himself out. Edging towards a corner of the ship, he peered around it, spotting Thanagarian guards strolling by. "Where did you bring us?" he questioned.

"West side of the generator," Flash answered, keeping his tone low just like the dark-clad man. "Not as much activity over here."

Good man. "We know Harkness' team was taken to some sort of brig. We need to find where that is."

"Too bad none of us are mind readers," Flash muttered. "That would make this so much easier."

Batman didn't bother to tell the red-clad man that Thanagarians had mental defenses against such things. He remembered that from the first Kalanorian Invasion when J'onn had mentioned having difficulty reading Hawkgirl's mind.

Something in the back of his mind warmed up—that was the best way he could describe it. It was such an unusual sensation, a gentle reminder of…

"Ace?" he internally called out.

The sensation grew warmer and he knew what the source of the warmth was. "Do you think you can get the information we need?" he questioned his resident telepath. "Even J'onn has difficulty entering Thanagarian minds."

"Leave it to me," was all she responded with.

"Do you need anything from me?"

"Get one alone and make direct eye-to-eye contact. You'll need to take off your mask. I'll take care of everything else."

"Flash, we're going to need to capture one of the guards and interrogate them," he suddenly said. "Think you can bring one here?"

"If they're alone, yeah. They seemed to move in twos though," the red-clad man answered.

That could work. If Flash brought one here, he would then have to do something with the second, which would give the vigilante the time to let Ace do what she needed to without an audience. "Then we'll need to take care of both of them. When the next patrol comes by, grab one, restrained them, and bring them here. Knock out the second one and put them somewhere they won't be found easily."

"You gonna interrogate one of them?" Flash inquired.

"Something like that. It'd be best if you kept away since the League has had…issues with how I do things. This way you can have plausible deniability if asked."

"If you say so. How long will you need?"

"Two minutes." Though that had been Batman's voice, it wasn't his words. Ace had suddenly taken over his mouth.

"Got it. Be ready." Flash then took off.

"Don't do that again", Batman growled internally to the girl in his head.

"I'm sorry. I thought it would be faster if I answered."

Batman just let his disapproval do the talking for him. Any further internal thoughts would only interfere with what they were about to do. Suddenly, a Thanagarian guard crashed down on the ground, his back against the ship as his legs stretched out in front of him. His hands and feet were bound together, the guard blinking bewilderedly at his situation. Flash was nowhere in sight, most likely seeing to the guard's partner.

Immediately, Batman went into action. He moved right in front of the Thanagarian and yanked off his mask. "What are—?!" the guard began to demand before he was suddenly cut off. His mouth dropped open, eyes widening, his face twisted into an expression of horror.

The warmth Batman had been feeling in his head suddenly vanished. For a moment, he felt utterly alone in his own head, a sensation that was alarming. Something was missing—or rather, someone.

Seconds stretched out, becoming a minute. The guard remained frozen where he sat, drool beginning to leak out of the corner of his mouth. By his estimate, a minute forty had passed before he felt the warmth return to his mind, making him feel whole.

"There's a ship coming to take those men," Ace reported.

"Which one?" he immediately asked even as he pulled his mask back on.

"None of these. I'll know it when I see it."

"So we need to move. Where do we need to go?"

"Somewhere high so I can see everything.

Batman found himself turning his attention to the generator. It was the tallest structure here and if they located this prisoner ship quickly, their exposure would be minimal.

At that moment, Flash returned, standing right in front of the comatose Thanagarian. "Geez, Bats, what did you do to him?" he gasped.

"Nothing gentle," the vigilante responded. "Harkness and his team are being boarded on one of these ships. We need to get somewhere high to locate it. Think you can get us on top of the generator?"

"No problem," Flash said slowly, still staring at the guard. He then shook himself and suddenly rushed at Batman, grabbing him, and raced them towards the generator. He ran them right up the side of the generator until they were on top of it.

Again, Batman felt queasy, but he ignored it as best as he could, opting to begin looking around, searching for Ace's ship. He spun around in a circle, surveying the construction site, even tilting his head up to see

"There! That one in the air!"

Batman spotted a huge ship. Its front was tall and rectangular, its lengthy sides subtly bending outwards. Extending out of its back was a large tube that ended in a massive exhaust port. It hovered in the air, overshadowing just about everything outside of the generator itself, and a much larger command ship.

I think I'm going to need a longer grapple.

The island had looked volcanic the last time any of them had seen it, but it seemed that new Tamaran had cooled and hardened since. Despite that, everything about it screamed "alien!" The coloration of the soil, the small bits of vegetation that was starting to grow out of it, and that was what was visible thanks to it being dark out.

Most of their lighting came from the Tamaranean camp. There was activity, normal except you could tell there was a lot of urgency here.

"Anybody else getting a bad feeling here?" Wonder Girl whispered. At least someone else was feeling it.

"Everyone is alert," Raven stated. "I'm sensing high levels of anxiety. Conversely, I do detect one mind that is completely calm."

Very little to go by, and really, only the physical behaviors could be used as evidence for the anxiety. Ever since those ships touched down, there was a feeling of electricity in the air and it affected every one.

"Do you sense my sister?" Starfire asked. Only she seemed willing to risk her position, the group doing their best to use any rough terrain they could find to keep their presence hidden. Two of them were out scouting, which left the remaining six to try and set up up a last second stakeout.

"I feel her," Raven confirmed. "After her little stay in the tower, I doubt I'll ever forget what she feels like."

Red Robin kept his eyes trained on the camp. Somewhere in there, Kid Flash and Beast Boy were checking things out, and hopefully they would be back soon. In the meantime, they would need more information before they did anything.

To Cyborg, he asked, "Anything on your scans?"

His response was immediate. "I started with infrared. No offense, Starfire, but your people are hot. Their body temperatures are so high they are messing with every heat signature in the area with the exception of their ships. Night vision was more trouble than it was worth since they have the area around them lit up. Best I could do is zoom in."

"Anything so far?" Cyborg's abilities may not have been Superman's but they were better than what most of them could do. He knew the truth about night vision; he tried that himself with binoculars, but there was enough light to obscure it all.

"It's not as sharp as I want it to be, but it's better than nothing," the larger, cybernetic teen answered. "There's a lot of movement and…hold on a sec."

There was a sudden change in Cyborg's tone, and Red Robin went on edge. What could it be? What else had Blackfire brought with her, and why now was she pulling it out? It could be anything at this point.

The darkness of night was not enough to hide the growing scowl on Cyborg's face. "Motherfucker, I recognize that bastard."

Bastard? Was he referring to Galfore?

"Do you see that big guy? The one that nearly hugged Starfire in half?" Terra asked.

Cyborg shook his head. "No, they got a Kalanorian there."

Starfire was quick in her response. "Are you sure?"

An affirmative nod. "I'd recognize a Kalanorian anywhere. They're the reason my dad made medical history with me. I don't think I'd ever forget what they look like."

That's right. S.T.A.R. Labs had been hit the day of the first alien invasion, and Silas Stone's lab had been there. Cyborg had been cut down, along with his mom, and then his dad had to make a choice. For Cyborg, his new life as a cyborg began with the Kalanorians.

"Can you describe him?" Starfire pressed, her gaze back on the camp.

"There's a lot of activity," Cyborg eventually answered. He focused more, or at least gave the appearance of focusing more, before he continued, "I got Tamaraneans walking though my sight…but he's big. I think he's a he. And he's pink. Doesn't look like he's really bothered either. Does that mean anything to you?"

The Tamaranean took her time answering. "My knowledge of Kalanorians is limited. I do know they are hued with either purple or pink. There is only one I know of who is notable and possesses a pink hue. With the Thangarians' revelations…there is a distinct possibility that this could be a scout or…or it could be the Destroyer himself."

"How sure are you that this is this Destroyer guy?" Wonder Girl asked softly. The armored blonde had picked up how serious of a situation this could be and had dropped any and all snark.

"I have never met the Destroyer face to face. Not many have that still live. Even were I to rest my optic organs on this Kalanorian, an affirmative identification may still be beyond me," Starfire admitted, hands balling into fists. "Yet…yet if it is him, then my sister has put our people in immeasurable danger…"

The only warning any of them had was Raven giving a sharp, "Kori!" right as Starfire launched herself into the air, practically zooming her way to the camp. Aw hell, no, now was not a good time for this.

As the Tamaranean's form grew smaller the closer she approached her people's refuge, Red Robin stood up with no care for cover. Starfire was about to blow it anyhow, and there was little that he could do about it. Maybe Raven if she acted fast enough—

Suddenly, Kid Flash was right beside him, a green rat balanced on his shoulder. The speedster greeted, "Reporting back, boss, our alien friends are up and arms and hey, where's Kori going? I thought she was sticking with you."

She should have stayed with the others, kept calm, and discuss potential strategies in which to uncover what her sister was planning. Starfire knew she was not thinking, and currently did not care. The very idea that someone as dangerous as Despero residing amongst her people halted all reason and allowed fear to conquer.

Her lack of knowledge was her weakness. Her inability to be able to predict what her elder sibling plotted continued to shame her. Already, Blackfire had endangered the lives of her friends and everyone on this planet. If Despero was indeed the Kalanorian being held, then her sister could instigate another extinction level event.

It was to be expected that if her fellow Tamaraneans spotted her, they would try and apprehend her. She was an exile again, this time with majority blessing. The failure to terraform Earth was an injury to their warrior pride. Forgiveness was not an offer quickly given and so several guards on patrol flew up to intercept her.

They were armed with plasma rifles, more than one aimed at her, but she had speed and momentum as allies. They may not have a favorable opinion of her, but she was still Tamaranean, and in revelation of the destruction of their home world, this meant they possessed hesitation. This combination of reasons was what allowed her to tear through the line and continue deeper into the camp.

Her arrival was attracting attention. Tamaraneans saw her, many raised their plasma rifles, but not used them. With numbers as low as theirs, keeping as many alive was a priority. She despised herself for using it to her advantage; yet, there was so much at stake here.

Her eyes examined every individual searching for her sister. Black hair amongst orange would allow—over there. Her flight path angled and she rushed towards Blackfire as quickly as she could. It was at this time that her fortune changed and several warning shots were fired at her. There was hesitation at killing a fellow Tamaranean, but the Grand Ruler was a different subject.

Starfire had to avert her course, reducing speed until she stopped. This allowed any pursuing Tamaraneans to catch up and surround her. It hurt to see and experience this, but the threat that potentially could cause more harm to her people held more import.

"What is the meaning of this?!" she cried out, her voice loud and clear. "What machinations are you engaged in this time?!"

Blackfire was looking up at her now. Then, to Starfire's shock, her sister turned away, dismissing without even saying a word. Would she not answer? Why?

Words, words needed to be exchanged, and done so this instant! But one could not do so when the other refused to exchange. How could she get Blackfire to speak? What could she say that would provoke a response?

Against her will, she tore her eyes away from her retreating sister and searched for any inspiration. Her people were starting to close in, more than likely to forcibly escort her away.

The pink man and the sight of him captured her attention. Even from this distance, he stood out, Tamaraneans surrounding him with their weapons never leaving the living visage. Yet, it felt as if the plasma rifles were unnecessary, not even posing a threat to the captive Kalanorian. Perhaps it was because power itself seemed to radiate from his person. She knew not the exact identity of this man, but right now it was her only option.

"Why do you keep the Destroyer amongst you?!" Starfire bellowed. "You will kill our people! Destroy them! Have they not suffered enough?"

The last traces of any movement Blackfire made came to a still. Without warning, her elder sister rose out of the field of Tamaraneans below, cape whipping about behind her as Starfire's sibling reduced the distance between them.

"What would you know of our suffering?" Blackfire hissed, practically swiping away her guard so that she could speak directly to the younger sister's face. "You who took up arms against us? You who deprived us of the World Engine, the only machine that could save us? The only one who has tried to destroy us is you!"

Galfore was arriving behind their Grand Ruler, but he had yet to take any action himself. Starfire could not blame him. They were both his bumglorfes. To take one side would be to oppose the other, and she could not force him to make that choice.

"And you think keeping the Destroyer himself amongst our people is not cause for our extinction?!" Starfire found herself yelling back. "He is a danger to all life! None can control him! The force that defeated him the last time has failed! You are not in control—"

"Do not lecture me!" Blackfire interrupted. "It has always been about what you think! But I will save our people! I will deliver us from extinction using whatever means I can! I don't care how many people have to die so that mine will live! You sided with the humans; you lost any right to have a say about our future!"

"And you are choosing to end all of our futures! You cannot keep him!" Anger was beginning to rage within, and righteous fury demanded release.

"And I will turn him over once I secure Tamaran's future and not a second before." Blackfire's eyes had begun to glow, purple radiating.

Starfire blinked only once, comprehension reached. "You plan to ransom him. You plan to ransom him back to those who seek his capture?"

"It may not be as glorious as the victory the World Engine would have provided, but any victory now will do."

"Look around you! Is this what your victory looks like?" She threw an arm out gesturing to the camp below. "This is a battle you cannot win. Will not! Our people cannot continue living like this; they do not have shelter or the means to produce more food!"

"And that is what Despero's return will provide for." The glow of Blackfire's eyes dimmed, the dark optics flickering over the younger sibling's shoulder. "Speaking of, it seems our wait is coming to an end."

Frowning, Starfire looked over her shoulder. Distantly she saw the night sky…but growing in intensity were the green glowing auras of the Green Lantern Corps. Other dark shapes accompanied them, the Justice League no doubt. Their arrival was imminent.

With a large grin on her face, Blackfire gestured. "Bring him front and center. I have a negotiation to attend to. And move her out of the way."

The Grand Ruler of Tamaran began to descend back down to the island below. Before Starfire could try and follow, she found herself blocked off, the barrels of multiple plasma rifles aimed at her. One jerked, commanding her to follow and after a look around, the younger Tamaranean found she only had two choices.

She could try and fight, but with the current hostility directed towards her, any hesitation from her people to fire would be overridden. The other choice was to follow along and try not to be placed too far.

Galfore watched her, a sad expression on his face. He turned and began to follow after Blackfire, but not before instructing, "Move her to a side. We will address her grievances later. Do not harm her."

Now her choice was made for her. Without a protest, Starfire allowed herself to be led away, clearing the airspace as the approaching forces of the Justice League and the Green Lantern Corps began to arrive.

The ship holding the Suicide Squad is based off of the one the Justice League was held captive in Starcrossed episode. There's another reference in that scene to a different JL episode, but I'll let y'all figure that one out lol