Minutes Before the Meeting – Tamaran Royal Palace
"Prince Ryand'r, we've secured all prisoners," Taryia reported. "Citadel stragglers who resisted have been executed. Those who surrendered are being transported to the labor mines."
Ryand'r sat behind what had once been his eldest sister's desk—the Citadel Empress's—reviewing the flood of reports from across the capital. Since Kori and the Titans had temporarily returned to their ship, he and Taryia had worked tirelessly to restore order. The process had moved with surprising speed.
The rebel soldiers who'd fought to free their world and rescue their prince had heard directly from Kori herself—their Aspect of X'Hal—commanding them to bring order after the chaos of battle. While they respected Ryand'r and Commander Taryia, knowing these orders came from Kori transformed obedience into devotion. She was no longer simply their rightful heir; in their minds, she was the living embodiment of their goddess X'Hal. Her words carried divine weight.
The civilians responded similarly. Those in the capital who'd witnessed Kori's radiant energy form—though from a distance—cooperated the moment they understood the rebel forces acted on the goddess's aspect's authority. As news spread and celebrations erupted throughout the city, the people not only followed orders but actively assisted in restoring stability. They believed their new goddess would bring prosperity and protection against the tyrannical Citadel and any other threats.
With such widespread cooperation, Taryia and Ryand'r's commands were executed swiftly despite their non-stop work. They continued issuing new orders while overseeing operations. Every dignitary who'd arrived to support the Citadel was captured and detained. All Citadel sympathizers and collaborators were systematically hunted down and apprehended.
"We're making progress on the military installations," Taryia continued, pulling up a holographic display. "Control is being reestablished across all key sites. We're also conducting a full inventory of weapons, ships, and defensive systems."
Ryand'r nodded, his expression grave. "Good. We've driven the Citadel from our world, but this is only the beginning. We need to ensure Tamaran never faces occupation again. When they return—and they will—we must be ready."
"Agreed," Taryia said. "The question is: how much time do we have?"
"Not enough. Which is why this meeting with the Omega Men is crucial. We'll need every advantage, every ally." He glanced toward the viewport, searching for his sister's ship in the sky. "And we'll need my sister to decide who she's willing to become for our people."
Taryia followed his gaze. "The people already believe she's X'Hal's aspect. That belief alone has given them more courage than they've felt in years."
"I know." Ryand'r's voice softened. "But Kori has always carried the weight of being our hope. Now they're asking her to carry the weight of being their goddess. I just pray it doesn't crush her."
Taryia gave a wry smile. "I still can't believe she actually came back..." She paused, remembering those who'd died during the Citadel's ambush. "General Karras and everyone who died that day... their souls can finally rest. I just wish they could have lived to see her glorious return—the one they'd been waiting for, the one the entire resistance was established for."
Ryand'r turned to see the melancholy on Taryia's face and sighed. "I do too. They were good people. They believed in my sister—that she would return and take her rightful place on the throne and free our world from the Citadel. Speaking of which, I never got the impression you were much of a believer in my sister. Were you?" He raised an eyebrow.
Taryia hesitated, then shook her head. "No, my prince. What I believed in was the General and the men and women beside me in the resistance. To me, honestly, all that mattered was getting rid of the occupying force. That's all."
"I expected as much... How about now?"
"Now... I saw her, felt her power, watched her fight for our freedom. She's the reason we have this chance to regain what we lost and stand strong with our heads held high once more. So, my prince,"—she met his gaze—"I do believe in her now."
Ryand'r gave her a knowing smile and nodded. "Good to know."
After a moment of hesitation, Taryia decided to ask the question gnawing at her. "My prince, permission to speak freely?" She lowered her face slightly, letting the front bangs of her hair fall over her eyes.
Ryand'r nodded. "Granted."
Taryia met his gaze, the melancholy now gone, replaced by something colder. "Is there still a part of you that sees the criminal Komand'r as separate from the Citadel?"
Ryand'r flinched. After a moment, he leaned back in his chair. "She was pushed into the Citadel's hands, Taryia. You heard my sisters' voices during the battle... we all did... as they fought one another."
"I sympathize with what happened to her—I truly do—and to some extent I agree that the way we Tamaraneans treated her pushed her toward the Citadel. But that doesn't change what she did. She killed the king and queen—her parents, yourparents, my prince—and as part of the Citadel, she occupied our world. And the last straw? Agreeing to trade our own people to those Psion bastards. I can't even imagine the horrors those souls are facing. No... I'm sorry, prince. Maybe it's because you're her brother that you still want to see something redeemable in her, but to me and the rest of our world, she's a war criminal. There's only one thing that should happen to her now."
Though he'd braced himself, Ryand'r was still shaken by the raw emotion in his General's words. His expression clouded, but he closed his eyes, took a steadying breath, and exhaled slowly. Then he opened his eyes and met her gaze.
"I understand her crimes, Taryia. I'm not pardoning her… I can't. Not after everything that's happened." He paused, wrestling with the admission. "But maybe you're right. Maybe deep down… I'm still just her little brother, hoping she can be saved."
His voice softened. "Because like Koriand'r… I remember who she was before all this… before the Empress. I remember, the big sister who protected us. Who scolded us when we screwed up but covered for us anyway. Who played with us. Who loved us." He leaned back in his chair, gazing up at the ceiling. "I've missed those days for so long. Every time I tried and failed to stop her, it was those memories—the belief that somehow I could reach the sister beneath the Empress—and my duty to our people that kept me going."
He looked down at his hands, Komand'r's anguished voice from the battle still echoing in his mind—the truth buried beneath the Empress. "But now... I blame myself for being so blind. For not seeing the pain festering underneath all those smiles. That she was suffering because of people we thought were good, and we… her family… we just never knew. If only I'd seen it sooner..."
"Don't do that to yourself, Ryand'r. It wouldn't have changed anything."
Just then, Kori's voice startled them both. Taryia immediately moved into a defensive stance in front of Ryand'r, not recognizing the speaker. A spatial ripple opened, and Kori stepped through, followed by Rachel, Dick, and Donna. Barbara had taken command of the Javelin with Kara at the helm, allowing Dick to join the ground team for the visit.
As Rachel prepared the ripple connecting the ship to the palace, they'd overheard the tail end of Ryand'r's confession and decided to listen before making their entrance.
"Sister, you're here." Ryand'r stood, and both he and Taryia relaxed as they recognized the arrivals.
Kori met his gaze with a simple smile and nodded. "I am." She paused, taking in the work spread across the desk and seeing her brother in that position—a responsible ruler. She couldn't help but give a proud smile. "Being a ruler suits you, brother."
Stunned, Ryand'r took a moment before shaking his head rapidly. "No, sister. The throne is yours. At most, I'm only keeping this chair and this office warm until you officially take your place."
Kori's smile turned wry. She shook her head but didn't pursue the matter further, understanding this wasn't the right moment. She knew what must happen next. "We can discuss this later. For now, it's time to meet with the Omega Men and decide how to proceed. We have much to discuss."
Just then a communication alert chimed on the desk's console.
"My prince! The Omega Men have arrived at the palace," a soldier's voice crackled through. "They're waiting for an audience with you and Her Majesty Koriand'r."
Ryand'r straightened. "Escort them to the throne room. Inform the elders… what remains of them and our generals." He met his sister's gaze. She nodded. "Tell them we're ready to begin."
"Understood, Your Highness."
Taryia saluted Koriand'r. "Mighty X'Hal, if I may be so bold—are you meeting them to forge an alliance?"
"It's not just an alliance." Koriand'r glanced back at Raven, then turned to meet Taryia's gaze. "A unified front. The Vega System has been divided for too long—between the Citadel, the Psions, and scattered resistance cells. If we're going to survive what's coming, we need to stand together."
She moved toward the door, then paused. "And Taryia? Thank you. For everything you've done. For never giving up on our world and supporting my brother."
Taryia smiled—a rare expression that softened her battle-hardened features. "It's what your father would have wanted, my princess. Now let's finish what we started."
Together, they left the office and headed toward the throne room.
Throne Room
The guards pulled open the throne room doors. Kori entered, walking with a commanding presence, Ryand'r and Taryia flanking her one step behind. Dick followed directly after them, with Rachel and Donna a step behind him.
Inside, the Omega Men waited alongside the surviving elders and other rebel leaders—Taryia's subordinates and commanders from across the resistance network.
All eyes turned to Kori as she strode toward the throne with measured steps. When she reached the dais, her fingers traced the throne's armrest, and for a moment, melancholy flickered across her face—memories of her father's commanding presence in this very seat, her mother's grace beside him. As the moment passed, she drew a slow breath, steadying herself. Then she turned and gracefully sat down, crossing her legs.
The moment she took the throne, every Tamaranean in the room dropped to their knees, heads bowed. Emotion rippled through them—trembling hands, tears barely held back. They were witnessing what so many had died believing in, their rightful heir claiming her place. The reverence went deeper still, for they had all seen Kori manifest as X'Hal incarnate on the battlefield.
Dick, Rachel, and Donna took positions flanking the throne. The Omega Men, though not Tamaranean, bowed their heads respectfully—a gesture of solidarity and respect for their allies—while remaining standing.
"Rise," Kori commanded, her voice resonating through the chamber.
"Yes, Your Majesty!" The response thundered back in unison as the Tamaraneans rose to their feet. The Omega Men lifted their heads as well.
Kori's gaze swept the assembled leaders before settling on Primus and the Omega Men. She noticed several faces she hadn't seen during the battle. Her eyes paused on Kalista with a hint of approval before returning to Primus. "I see your rescue operation was successful. No losses?"
"None, Your Majesty. We have you and your allies to thank for that." Primus inclined his head, then his gaze shifted to Rachel. He bowed deeper. "Kalista told me what you did for her. You have my gratitude for helping free my wife."
He knew little about this dark sorceress, but he'd witnessed her power on the battlefield—and heard how she'd helped Kalista in the prison. That earned his respect.
Following her husband's lead, Kalista smiled warmly at Rachel and bowed alongside him.
Rachel's eyes remained closed, her Ki sense tracking every movement in the room. After a moment, she opened them, met their gaze, and gave a simple nod of acknowledgment.
Primus glanced at Kalista, slightly puzzled by the minimal response. Kalista—who'd gotten a read on Rachel's character during their brief encounter in the palace prison—gave her husband a subtle shake of her head and a small smile. She understood. The nod was Rachel's way of acknowledging their gratitude.
Kori's attention returned to the full assembly. "We stand here today because we fought as one. Because we refused to surrender to tyranny." Her voice carried authority and conviction. "But our victory on Tamaran is only the beginning. The Citadel still controls much of the Vega System. They will regroup. And when they do, they'll return with overwhelming force."
Murmurs rippled through the chamber. Taryia stepped forward, her expression resolute. "Your Majesty speaks the truth. By now, Citadel forces have likely withdrawn to their strongholds to consolidate."
Tigorr's feline features twisted into a snarl. "Then we strike now. Before they can recover their strength."
"Patience, Tigorr," Primus cautioned. "Rushing in without proper preparation has cost us dearly before. We need strategy, not just strength."
Broot's massive form shifted as he crossed his arms. "Primus is right. Citadel's military infrastructure spans multiple worlds. More concerning is their fortress." His voice grew grave. "We can raid their outposts, but without knowing where that fortress is positioned, we're fighting blind. A direct assault on any facility would be suicide."
Taryia's eyes widened. She exchanged stunned glances with the other Tamaranean commanders before stepping forward. "Wait—are you saying the rumors about a mobile space fortress... they're actually true?"
Primus met her gaze and nodded grimly. "Very much so. We are among the few who've encountered it and survived. It's their primary base of operations—constructed from fragments of a destroyed moon. While they use conquered planets as staging grounds, that fortress is the heart of the Citadel empire. It's Empress Komand'r's true seat of power."
He paused, letting that sink in before continuing. "The real problem is it's mobility. We've never been able to track its location for long. Worse, it's heavily armed and protected by elite forces. Even if we somehow determined its current position, approaching it would be a death sentence." He turned to meet Kori's attentive gaze. "Your Majesty, if we're to succeed in this campaign, we'll need a strategy to counter that fortress."
As the commanders began murmuring among themselves at this revelation, Kori raised her hand. Silence fell in the room. Kori met Primus's gaze and replied. "That's precisely why I've called this council. We need more than scattered resistance cells fighting isolated battles. We need unity—a true coalition spanning every world suffering under Citadel rule."
An elderly Tamaranean woman, one of the surviving council members, spoke up. "Your Majesty, with respect... the resistance groups across the Vega System have different goals, different leadership structures. Some seek liberation, others vengeance. How do you propose uniting such different forces?"
Kori met her gaze steadily. "By giving them what they all want—freedom." She let her eyes sweep the room. "You're right. This division has prevented us from mounting effective resistance. That's why today, I'm proposing the creation of the Vega Alliance—a unified coalition with representatives from every liberated world and resistance movement."
Nimbus drifted forward, his energy form crackling. "And who leads this alliance? The Omega Men have operated independently for years—like many other groups. Most resistance cells won't pledge allegiance without a convincing reason, even if you were to ask."
"I won't ask them to pledge allegiance to me," Kori replied. "I'll ask them to stand beside us as equals. The Vega Alliance will be governed by a council—with representatives from each world, each movement, in equal partnership."
Dick stepped forward slightly. "After the establishment of the alliance, our first priority should be securing supply lines and establishing safe zones. Tamaran can serve as our primary staging ground, but we'll need protected routes between allied worlds."
Silence followed. Questioning glances passed between the Tamaraneans and Omega Men. They'd accepted the Titans as effective allies—more than that, as the warriors their rightful queen had brought with her—but Dick's authority and position remained unclear. Finally, Ryand'r spoke up, voicing what everyone was thinking.
"Forgive the interruption, but before we proceed..." He paused, his gaze moving from Dick to the other Titans before settling on his sister. "We're deeply grateful for your support—that much is clear. But I think we'd all benefit from understanding who our allies are. Sister, perhaps proper introductions are in order?"
Kori nodded. "You're right—let me introduce my companions before we continue any further." She gestured to them. "These are my friends and comrades. When I arrived on their world, hunted by Citadel forces, they protected me and took me in. They gave me a home when I had nowhere else to go."
Her expression softened as she exchanged a brief glance and smile with Dick. "I became part of their team—the Teen Titans, or simply the Titans. We're Earth's champions, working alongside the Justice League, a more experienced group of heroes who mentor us. Together, we've been through experiences that have made us who we are today."
She gestured to each in turn. "This is Nightwing, our team leader." Then to Donna. "Wonder Girl, second princess of the Amazons—a warrior race of exceptional women." Finally, to Rachel. "And Raven, a sorceress, captain of our ship the Prometheus Javelin, and princess of the House of Gula." She paused. "The rest of our team is currently aboard our ship in orbit, waiting for our decision here."
Each Titan acknowledged the assembly with a simple nod as they were introduced.
The Tamaraneans silently absorbed the introductions—and the way their queen spoke of Earth with unmistakable warmth, especially when her gaze lingered on Nightwing.
"Could the queen have taken a consort?" The question surfaced in many minds. Then came the revelation that two of her allies were also princesses, sparking whispers throughout the crowd. Though unfamiliar with Amazons or the House of Gula, they heard the reverence in Kori's tone.
Ryand'r on the other hand, felt something tighten in his chest.
"Does she consider Earth her home now?" The thought stirred complicated emotions in him and an inexplicable worry, but he quickly masked his expression. This wasn't the time for doubt. Tamaran needed unity, and everyone needed to rally behind his sister.
He drew a steady breath, stepped forward, and met Nightwing's gaze directly before bowing deeply. "Thank you for taking in my sister when she had nowhere else to turn. For protecting her, training alongside her, and helping her return home. You have my deepest gratitude."
Following his example, every Tamaranean in the room bowed in unison. "We thank you, honored allies."
Dick stepped forward and placed a hand on Ryand'r's shoulder, helping the prince rise. "Prince Ryand'r, please rise. Believe me when I say this, the honor has been ours. Fighting alongside Starfire, witnessing her strength and leadership—" He glanced at Kori with a smile. "She's proven herself time and again, not just as a warrior, but as someone who inspires others to be better." He turned to meet Ryand'r's gaze. "She is one of us."
Donna nodded in agreement. "Kori has been more than a teammate. She's family."
Rachel opened her eyes, her gaze moving deliberately across the room before settling on Ryand'r. "Your sister's power speaks for itself," she said in a measured tone. "But I need to make something clear. We're here because of her. This isn't our world or our system. We'll help, but don't expect us to win this war for you."
She paused, letting the gravity of her words sink in. "I told Starfire the same thing during the battle. This is your world. Your Vega System. If this fight is going to mean anything—if the sacrifices are going to matter—your people need to be the ones who finish it." Her gaze shifted toward certain Tamaranean elders and commanders, who suddenly felt a chill run down their spines. "So if anyone here is thinking you can just use us as your weapon... you're badly mistaken."
Donna nodded silently in agreement. Kori and Dick looked puzzled at first, but following Rachel's subtle gaze and noting certain reactions among the crowd, understanding dawned. Their eyes narrowed, marking those faces in their minds.
Primus watched the exchange with growing interest. He'd been telepathically reading surface thoughts among the Tamaraneans, but he couldn't figure out how Rachel had picked up on the same undercurrents. "Does she have telepathic abilities like mine? Or is it magic? But I sensed no energy fluctuations..."
During the battle, primal terror had paralyzed him when Raven appeared on the battlefield, preventing him from getting a proper look at the powerful young sorceress. Now, with her so close, curiosity won out over caution and he reached out with his telepathic abilities toward her mind.
But, the instant he made contact, intense searing pain exploded through his skull. Blood flooded his mouth, but he clenched his jaw to hold it in. His eyes went wide as the backlash slammed into him like a physical blow, his mind reeling. He trembled, unable to shake what he'd witnessed. Time had frozen. He'd felt severed from everything—dragged into an endless void where two enormous orbs of dark blue flame stared down at him. He realized now that they were eyes... terrible and inhuman. That same primal terror from the battlefield crashed over him, only stronger now, more visceral, before something violently expelled him. "Those eyes... that presence... it was the beast from the battle! So it wasn't a spell or illusion—it's real. An actual entity." His hands shook. "Gods above, what is she? Just what kind of a monster is she?"
"Do not ever do that again." Just then Rachel's voice cut through his thoughts. "This is your final warning. Ally or not, I will end you."
Primus looked up to find Rachel's eyes beneath her hood blazing as they fixed on him. He swallowed hard, understanding he'd crossed a line. "I... I apologize, benefactor. I meant no offense. My curiosity got the better of me." He bowed deeply.
The Omega Men tensed, as did the entire room. None had realized what had just happened, but seeing the leader of the Omega Men bow and speak those words, the rest understood after a brief moment of shock—Primus had done something wrong. Before anyone could speak, Primus straightened and gestured to his team with a shake of his head, silencing those about to protest. The matter ended swiftly.
After a measured breath, Primus turned to Dick. "I agree with your assessment, Nightwing. Could you elaborate further and tell us what you have in mind?"
Dick nodded and pulled out a datapad, activating the prototype integrated miniature HRE technology. Particles coalesced into a three-dimensional map of the Vega system. "Based on our gathered intelligence, we've identified three critical Citadel strongholds." He highlighted each location as he spoke. "Their primary fleet command on Karna and the construction facility on its moon. Their training base on Slagg, built over abandoned Psion research facilities. And the mobile space fortress that serves as their administrative center."
The image of the base was fuzzy—just a vague silhouette against the backdrop of space.
He paused. "This shouldn't surprise anyone—we can't locate the fortress. It's constantly moving, as Primus described. But we have coordinates for Karna and Slagg. I propose we strike both simultaneously after forming the coalition army. That should force the fortress to reveal itself."
Ryand'r moved closer to the map. "This matches our intelligence."
Primus studied the projected data, now fully recovered from his earlier lapse. "Impressive reconnaissance. This aligns with our data, with only minor discrepancies. We'll share what we have to help you refine these details further and the map." He gestured at the highlighted targets. "We've wanted to hit these sites for years, but never had the numbers. Without a proper armada, it's been impossible. With a coalition force, though? We'd actually stand a chance."
Just then Kalista stepped forward. "Excuse me but, I'd like to propose we target Okaara first."
All eyes turned to her. She straightened and met their gazes steadily. "Okaara offers significant strategic value. It's a major trade hub—ships, weapons, intelligence networks. It was the Citadel's original base centuries ago. Now it's a nexus for mercenaries and black market resources." She paused. "If we liberate it, we gain another staging ground and potential recruits. Consider this, I can erect mystical barriers to protect key locations, but we'll need more than magic to hold a territory. We'll need bodies—and Okaara has them."
Ryand'r considered this, then turned to his sister on the throne. "She's right. We have a full treasury from the tributes paid to Komand'r. Let's use those resources to hire mercenaries and bolster our ranks."
Dick nodded. "Agreed. More ships and soldiers improve our odds."
"I agree as well," Primus added.
Just then Taryia stepped forward, her expression serious. "But Prince, is it wise to trust mercenaries? How do we guarantee their loyalty?"
Primus smiled wryly at this comment. "That stings, General. Did you forget we're mercenaries ourselves, in a way?"
"No, I didn't mean—"
"You're not wrong," Primus interrupted gently. "The rule with mercenaries is to always have contingencies. But remember—many still have homes and families in Vega. Resentment against the Citadel runs deep. With the right pay and cause, we can work with them." He paused. "I'll personally screen the group leaders, and your Tamaranean abilities will help us detect any deception. That way we can ensure no leaks. Does that work for you?"
Taryia hesitated, not entirely convinced, but she trusted Primus. She nodded.
Rachel, who had been listening silently, opened her eyes and discreetly tapped her terminal, sending instructions to Mother Empress.
Meanwhile, Donna spoke up. "What about powers outside the system? Your former or current allies? Other interstellar organizations? Even if they're individually weaker than the Citadel, couldn't we include them in the alliance? Organized forces would be more reliable than loose mercenaries."
Primus's expression darkened. "After the Green Lantern Corps fell, there's no one left with the reach or resources to intervene in Vega."
"Can't or won't?" Tigorr snarled.
"Probably both," Primus said. "We'll send word through whatever channels still exist, but don't count on anyone coming to help."
Kori nodded, having anticipated this. "Then we rely on ourselves and those willing to fight for their freedom. The Vega Alliance will be our strength." She addressed the assembly. "We'll send envoys to every resistance cell, every liberated settlement, every enslaved world—with proof of what happened here. We'll offer them a choice, join us and fight together, or stand alone and accept servitude forever." She paused, then announced, "Our team has prepared something to help make our case." She turned to Dick. "Nightwing, show them."
Dick exchanged glances with Primus and Taryia before tapping the datapad. "We've prepared something to distribute throughout the system." The HRE technology activated again. the projection before dissolved and particles swirled and coalesced into another holographic display—battlefield footage showing Kori's transformation into her energy form, the manifestation many considered X'Hal herself, her devastating assault on the orbital fleet from the Javelin's perspective, and her final confrontation with the Citadel Empress. Lastly ended with the message that conveyed, stand up and fight together.
When the recording ended, the chamber fell into moved silence. The editing, the captured moments, the message—it stirred something deep. Hope. Purpose. The will to fight.
"This is brilliant, sister," Ryand'r said, his voice thick with emotion. "Everyone who sees this will be inspired. Witnessing your power, seeing X'Hal manifest through you—they'll rally to our cause."
"A masterful creation," Primus murmured. "Far more effective than combat logs or tactical reports. With this, we actually have a strong chance of recruiting the forces we need."
Kalista and the other Omega Men nodded their agreement.
Dick stepped back into position, satisfied.
Doc, the bio-organic healer, stepped forward. "Your Majesty, I can coordinate medical support across the alliance. We'll need to establish field hospitals and secure supply chains for medical equipment and personnel."
"Excellent," Kori acknowledged. She turned to Primus. "Though it seems clear, I must ask formally. Do the Omega Men agree to join this alliance?"
Primus exchanged a meaningful glance with Kalista before stepping forward. "The Omega Men pledge our full support to the Vega Alliance. We've fought too long and lost too much to turn back now."
Kori nodded, then turned to Taryia. "General, you'll coordinate military operations with the Omega Men. Integrate our forces and develop joint tactical procedures." She shifted her gaze to her brother. "Ryand'r, you'll handle diplomatic outreach and logistics here on Tamaran. You'll also serve as my voice when I'm off-world."
Ryand'r bowed his head. "As you command, Your Majesty."
Kori drew a deep breath and raised her voice to address the assembly. "Let's continue our discussion and finalize the details of our plans."
Two hours later
As the meeting concluded, the Omega Men and Tamaraneans began filing out. Ryand'r hung back, waiting until Kori finished speaking with her teammates before approaching. "Sister, may I have a word? Privately?"
Kori nodded and gestured for the others to go ahead. They stepped outside the throne room, and once alone, she turned to face him. "What's on your mind?"
Ryand'r studied her face, choosing his words carefully. "Your friends from Earth... it's clear they've earned your trust. They treat you like family." He paused, something complicated flickering in his expression. "But I need to ask—do you still consider Tamaran your home?"
Kori's expression softened. She placed a hand on his shoulder. "Tamaran will always be my home, Ryand'r. This is where we was born, where our parents raised us, where our people need me and more importantly it's where you are." She glanced back toward the doorway where her teammates had gone. "But Earth gave me a home when I had nothing. It gave me purpose when I felt lost." Her voice dropped. "And it's where I found love."
Her gaze drifted to Dick, and without realizing it, a small smile touched her lips.
Ryand'r caught the look and sighed quietly. 'I thought as much.'
Kori met his eyes again. "I'm both Tamaranean and Titan. I don't have to choose one over the other."
Ryand'r nodded slowly, but his expression remained thoughtful. "I understand. And I'm grateful they were there for you when we couldn't be." He hesitated, then continued more carefully. "But sister... everything I've seen today tells me you came back out of duty. Out of obligation to our people."
He held her gaze steadily. "Your heart isn't here anymore, is it? It's on Earth… with him that man called, Nightwing." There was no accusation or judgment in his tone, only quiet observation. "You don't want to stay and rule Tamaran. You want to go back with your team… with him."
The words hit harder than Kori expected. She looked away, unable to meet his eyes. When she finally spoke, her voice barely rose above a whisper. "You're right. I planned to discuss this with you after our mission."
Ryand'r's expression softened. He turned to look out the window at the Tamaranean sky. "Then follow your heart, sister. You have my full support."
Kori's eyes widened, then filled with emotion. She pulled him into a tight embrace. "Thank you," she whispered. "Thank you, little brother. And whenever you need me, I'll be here."
Ryand'r returned the embrace, managing a slight smile. "I suppose that makes me the future king." His voice turned more serious. "But sister... if we survive this war and that man ever hurts you, just know—I'll personally bring our entire armada to Earth."
She pulled back, startled, then met his protective gaze with a soft laugh. "Understood."
They shared a moment of warmth before Ryand'r headed toward the administrative offices and Kori returned to her team.
"What was that about?" Donna asked, one eyebrow raised.
Kori just smiled and shook her head. "Nothing. Let's go."
Rachel nodded and waved her hand. Space rippled before them, and the team stepped through the portal.
Javelin
"Welcome back," Barbara called from the captain's chair as the ground team emerged through the spatial ripple.
"Glad to be back," Rachel said, walking toward her with a nod.
Barbara met her gaze. "You taking over, or should I stay? You look like you could use more sleep."
"Nah, you stay put." Rachel reached out to the captain's chair and pulled up the system report on the armrest terminal. "Everything looks good. You and Dick keep the bridge—I need to work on the captured tech and interrogate the prisoners."
Barbara raised an eyebrow. "Psions or guards?"
"Guards first." Rachel's expression grew thoughtful. "I have a suspicion to confirm."
"Sounds good. Dick and I will be busy with the Omega Men data anyway." Barbara gestured toward the displays. "I'll update you if anything comes up."
Rachel nodded, waved her hand to open another spatial ripple, and stepped through into the med bay.
From her station, Kara caught their conversation but stayed silent, continuing her analysis of the data they'd just received from the Omega Men. She restrained her curiosity, knowing Rachel would fill her in later.
Med Bay
Rachel stepped through the spatial ripple into the med bay.
"Mother Empress, let's get to work," Rachel said, raising her arm. She opened her dimensional pocket and extracted the four suspended bodies. Four med pods hummed to life in response, their chamber covers sliding open with soft hisses of pressurized air.
With a gesture, Rachel guided each body into its designated pod. The medical equipment activated immediately, scanners sweeping over the unconscious forms as vitals flickered onto the displays. Mechanical arms extended, carefully removing pieces of armor and weaponry. As the final masks came off, they revealed three males and one female.
Rachel's eyes widened. "This is... unexpected."
The female's face was unmistakable. "Faora," Rachel whispered. "The Kryptonian."
She had studied the battle logs from the Kryptonian invasion extensively. Faora was one of only two survivors from that conflict—a hardened warrior who had nearly killed several Justice League members before being subdued by her father and sent to the Phantom Zone.
Rachel's expression grew grim as the pieces fell into place. "So my suspicion was right."
Days after Kara's arrival, Clark had shared the results of analyzing Kara's ship. The dimension where she'd been stranded wasn't just any prison—it was the Phantom Zone itself. Rachel had wondered then about the shadows that escaped her grasp during the conflict between the House of Gula and the Green Lantern Corps. Were they Kryptonians? She'd hoped she was wrong.
But seeing Faora before her, the pod's readout confirming her species, left no room for doubt. Rachel turned to examine the other three pods.
Each display read the same, 'Species: Kryptonian.'
"All of them," Rachel murmured. "They're all Kryptonians."
"You were spot on, Princess." Mother Empress's voice emanated from the terminal as her holographic form materialized beside Rachel. "I've confirmed it from the data downloaded from the captured Psions."
Rachel's jaw tightened. "I was hoping to be proven wrong." She turned to face Mother Empress fully. "If those escaped shadows were Kryptonians, and the Psions are actively experimenting on them..." She paused, the implications weighing heavily. "Our priorities need to change. Now."
Mother Empress nodded, her expression equally serious. "I agree. The readouts indicate extensive modifications—enhancements to their physiology that optimize solar radiation intake and processing. Each specimen here registers a base power level between 80,000 and 100,000. Factor in the armor and additional augmentations, and the strongest of these four crosses 110,000."
"That's demigod-level power," Rachel said thoughtfully. She studied the displays more carefully. "What about their neural scans? Any anomalies?"
"Yes, and this is where it becomes truly concerning." Mother Empress's eyes glowed, and a detailed brain scan projected into the center of the room. "Each subject has been implanted with a neural control chip. The technology incorporates submission protocols capable of overriding conscious thought—essentially turning them into mindless slaves."
Rachel's fists clenched. "Perfect super soldiers. No will of their own, just raw power waiting to be directed." She met Mother Empress's gaze. "Kara asked you to download the data from the Psions' data pads. What did you find in the files?"
"Quite a lot, actually." Mother Empress waved her hand, and new data streams began flowing across the displays. "The files confirm that the Psionic Hegemony has multiple pure-blooded Kryptonians under their control. Most of the data pertains to various experimentation programs."
She gestured, isolating specific files. "The first category is straightforward enhancement—logs detailing augmentation procedures designed to amplify the Kryptonians' base strength. But one particular modification caught my attention. It's still in development on their homeworld: an emergency protocol that prioritizes raw power over all else. They're calling it a 'berserk state.'"
Rachel leaned forward, studying the simulation data. "How much of a power increase are we talking about?"
"According to their simulations, a Kryptonian in this berserk state could achieve power levels ranging from 150,000 to 250,000. And that's just the starting point." Mother Empress's tone grew darker. "In that state, they continue to grow stronger the longer they fight."
Rachel's eyes widened, stunned. "That's god-tier power for this realm. Are you telling me the Psions have found a way to artificially create gods?"
"In a manner of speaking, yes." Mother Empress expanded the data. "But there's more. The second category of experimentation involves breeding programs. They've been attempting to create hybrid soldiers by cross-breeding their Kryptonian specimens with other species."
She pulled up genetic diagrams. "Their initial attempts using only Kryptonian subjects failed—the female Kryptonians they enslaved somehow lost their reproductive capabilities, possibly due to trauma or their captivity conditions. However, they found success when the Citadel Empire provided them with Tamaranean female specimens."
Rachel felt a chill run down her spine. "They've been breeding Kryptonian-Tamaranean hybrids?"
"Correct. And the results exceed their original specimens." Mother Empress displayed power level projections. "A young hybrid registers between 25,000 and 70,000. A mature hybrid ranges from 80,000 to 120,000—and that's without any augmentation or armor. If we factor in their berserk protocol..."
"How high?" Rachel's voice was barely audible.
"Between 200,000 and 350,000. And like the pure Kryptonians, they grow stronger the more they fight in that state."
For the first time in years, Rachel's composure cracked completely. Her face showed pure shock. "Godking level." She lowered her head, and after a long moment, looked up with fury in her eyes. "What have these Psions created? An army of Godkings?" She slammed her fist on the console. "That kind of power could sweep through this entire universe!"
"Princess." Mother Empress's calm voice cut through Rachel's rising panic. "I understand your concern, but you need to focus."
Rachel took a sharp breath but remained tense.
"I've run extensive battle simulations using this data, factoring in every fighter we have aboard the Prometheus Javelin." Mother Empress brought up tactical displays. "In a direct fight, only House of Gula members—namely you and your mother—could consistently take down these enhanced soldiers. If we add Kara to support you both, your odds improve even more, despite her being a fledgling cultivator."
She held up two fingers. "You've got two major advantages. First," she lowered one finger, "you command Primordial Laws—power that transcends everything in this realm. Second," she lowered the other finger, "according to the data, they only have about 300 hybrids, and this berserk protocol is brand new. They probably haven't implemented it across their forces yet."
Mother Empress's expression softened slightly. "Remember, Princess, we're operating in a lower-realm universe. As a cultivator, you have access to techniques and abilities far beyond what they can comprehend. I've also devised multiple contingency strategies for you and your team to review."
She smiled and placed her hand on Rachel's cheek. "Whatever path you choose, remember: you're not alone. You have your team, your mother, and me. And if the situation becomes truly dire, I can contact the young master—your father. So take a deep breath, Princess. Face this challenge as the field experience it is, and learn from it."
Rachel closed her eyes and drew in a long, steady breath. When she opened them again, her composure had returned, her expression calm and focused. "Thank you, Mother Empress. I needed that."
Mother Empress smiled gently. "You're still young, Princess. Such reactions are natural." Her smile faded, replaced by renewed concern. "However, this situation with the Psions troubles me for another reason entirely."
"The Tuffle gene," Rachel said quietly, her eyes narrowing. "I thought about that too, during my... moment just now."
Mother Empress nodded gravely. "Exactly. Until now, we've been fortunate. But if the Psions continue experimenting with Kryptonians on this scale, it's not a question of if they'll encounter a Kryptonian carrying that gene—it's a question of when."
"And if they unlock that potential..." Rachel didn't finish the thought. She didn't need to.
"Princess, there's something else." Mother Empress waved her hand, and a new holographic image manifested in the center of the room—a massive structure, a tower still under construction. The architecture was strange, almost organic in some places, yet clearly technological.
Rachel studied it, her brow furrowing. "What is this?"
"That's what concerns me. I found this in the Psions' encrypted files." Mother Empress zoomed in on specific architectural elements. "I'm not familiar with typical Psionic architecture, but these design elements... they're reminiscent of Higher Realm civilization construction techniques."
Rachel's expression grew solemn as she examined the structure more closely. "What are the chances it's actually Higher Realm technology?"
"Too early to determine with certainty. Right now, it's speculation based on structural similarities." Mother Empress turned to face Rachel directly. "But Princess, given everything we've discovered, I strongly suggest we make infiltrating the Hegemony's homeworld a priority—sooner rather than later."
Rachel's eyes remained fixed on the holographic structure. "You have a theory, don't you? What do you think they're building?"
Mother Empress didn't respond immediately. After a long moment, she met Rachel's gaze. "Like I said, it's too early to tell with certainty. What I can tell you is that there are elements about this tower that demand investigation. We need more data—not just speculation based on stolen files and extracted memories. A direct reconnaissance mission to their homeworld will give us the intelligence we need to formulate a proper response."
She paused, her expression darkening. "The questions we need answers to are: why are they building this? And more importantly, who gave them the knowledge to construct it?"
Rachel stared at the structure, her mind racing through the implications. "If the Psions have access to Higher Realm technology..." She fell silent for a moment, then continued, her voice low. "I can only think of two possibilities. Either they have a Higher Realm backer, or... they've found someone with the Tuffle gene and are extracting this knowledge from a reawakened Tuffle."
She sighed and rubbed her temples. "Honestly? I'd rather it be the first option. Going by the records of the Great War, I really don't want the Tuffles returning."
Rachel turned to Mother Empress, her expression grim but determined. "You're right. We need to investigate this personally. The Hegemony's homeworld—we need to get there, and soon."
"We are in agreement, Princess," Mother Empress nodded.
"Alright." Rachel straightened with renewed determination. "Let me gather more intel directly from the source."
She reopened her dimensional pocket and extracted the two captured Psion scientists, their unconscious forms floating before her. With a grasping motion, Rachel pulled them forward until their heads were firmly in her grasp.
"Good thing they're still unconscious," Rachel murmured. "This will be easier."
She closed her eyes and delved into their minds, her consciousness piercing through their mental defenses like a hot knife through butter. Memories, data, security protocols—everything they knew flooded into her awareness. She sorted through it methodically, confirming what they'd already discovered and extracting new information.
After several minutes, Rachel's eyes snapped open. "High Council members Zaria and Fyraa." She released the Psions, letting them drop back into her dimensional pocket—but not before infusing a trace of her Ki in both for future tracking. "Interesting. Zaria oversees the strength enhancement programs, recent technological development, and the new berserk protocol. Fyraa manages the breeding and cloning operations."
A cold smile crossed her face. "Looks like we have our primary targets."
"Good call, Princess." Mother Empress's eyes gleamed with approval.
"Mother Empress, pull up the data from the Omega Men," Rachel instructed, her mind already moving to the next phase. "Specifically, any intelligence they have on the Citadel's mobile fortress."
Mother Empress's eyes shone briefly, and the holographic display shifted to show images of massive spacecraft—the mobile fortress the Omega Men had encountered during their campaigns against the Citadel Empire.
Rachel studied the images, her eyes narrowing. "So that's what it looks like, but..." She frowned. "Why do I feel like there should be more to this?"
Suddenly, her eyes widened. "Ah! Mother Empress, overlay the schematic I constructed from Komand'r's memories."
Mother Empress nodded, and in the next instant, a translucent blue schematic materialized over the existing images. As the two aligned, a much larger and more menacing structure took shape.
"No wonder I felt something was missing," Rachel breathed. "So 'The CITADEL' project is an upgrade to their existing fortress. That's almost the size of a dwarf planet."
Her mind kicked into overdrive as she studied the structure. "Just powering this thing would require a massive amount of energy. What are they using as the power source?" She paused, studying the schematics more closely. "Hold on... considering its shape and size... could it be a Dyson sphere?"
Rachel's eyes widened as the pieces fell into place. "If I'm right, that would provide them with more than enough power for such a fortress. But to do so, that would mean... they captured a star." She let out a low whistle. "Wow. Kori's sister is ambitious, I'll give her that."
Her eyes shifted to the circular indent at the center of the structure—an almost dark, mouth-like shape that dominated the design. "And this... this is supposed to be the structure's main weapon? Is it a cannon of some sort?"
Rachel's expression grew serious. "If I'm right about the power source, then the output of this weapon would likely match at least ten percent of the Void Sentinel's main cannon."
"If those upgrades are finished, the Citadel will have a weapon that could force the entire alliance your group helped establish today to kneel in submission," Mother Empress said. "That said, I don't think they've finished construction yet. And Princess, with their Empress in your possession, the probability of them deploying that weapon—even when it's complete—is relatively low."
"Even so, I can't in good conscience suggest the team venture into Psion space before we neutralize that fortress," Rachel sighed. "The risk is too great."
"Why not divide and conquer?" Mother Empress suggested.
Rachel lifted her head, raising an eyebrow. "You're suggesting we split into teams? One stays to deal with the Citadel while the other heads to Psion space?"
"Exactly." Mother Empress nodded. "You, the Mistress, Kara, and M'gann should form a team and head to Psion space aboard the Prometheus Javelin. The rest of the team can stay behind, coordinating operations from the Tamaranean and Alliance fleets."
Rachel considered the proposal, her mind evaluating the risks and benefits. "That could work. We'd maintain pressure on both fronts simultaneously, and the Javelin's stealth capabilities make it ideal for reconnaissance in Psion territory."
She began pacing, working through the details. "The others can support the alliance fleet here, helping to locate and potentially sabotage the Citadel fortress before it becomes fully operational. Meanwhile, our team infiltrates the Hegemony's homeworld, gathers intelligence on these enhanced Kryptonians and Kryptonian-Tamaranean hybrids, and investigates that mysterious tower."
"Precisely," Mother Empress confirmed. "And if either situation deteriorates beyond your team's capabilities, I can immediately alert the other group or contact the young master if necessary."
Rachel stopped pacing and turned to face Mother Empress. "Alright. Let's do it. But first, I need to brief the team on everything we've discovered. They need to understand exactly what we're up against."
She gestured to the holographic displays. "Compile everything—the enhanced Kryptonians, the tower, the Citadel fortress. I want tactical assessments, contingency plans, the works. Everyone needs to be fully briefed before we move."
"Already done, Princess," Mother Empress replied with a slight smile. "I anticipated your request."
Rachel smiled. "Of course you did. Thank you, Mother Empress. For everything." She paused, her voice softening. "And for keeping me grounded when I needed it most."
"Always, Princess," Mother Empress said warmly. "Now go. Your team is waiting."
Rachel nodded and headed for the exit, but stopped in the doorway. "One more thing—I know you can reach Dad through the subspace channel. Just... give us a real chance to handle this ourselves before you call him in, okay?"
"You have my word," Mother Empress assured her.
With a final nod, Rachel left, already thinking through how she'd present everything to the team. Behind her, Mother Empress's form shimmered and vanished.
The pieces were falling into place. Soon, they'd have their answers—one way or another.