With a flash of light, a tiny, battered, one-man space craft
erupted into normal space. Frantically the craft's lone occupant
checked her navigational sensors to be sure she'd arrived in the
right place. She was trying to reach Earth, but something had
gone wrong. Oh, she was in the right system alright, but she'd
come out of hyperspace too soon for some reason. Earth was still
a tiny point of light ahead of her. Her face was wet, but not
from tears as she gazed out the veiwport. Her head was spinning,
but it wasn't excitement at being so close to her second home.
She wiped the blood from her eyes as another wave of pain induced
nausea threatened to overtake her. No, Koriand'r was far from
pleased.
'X-Hal!' she thought. 'How could I have been so stupid! I'm
in position to orbit their fourth planet not Earth. I'll have
to…'
A blinking red light on her console demanded her attention. She
stabbed the control, praying that whatever it is that's malfunctioning
, it wasn't the stardrive. It wasn't. It was worse. She ran a
systems diagnostic twice over to be sure, but to no avail. Her
engines were fine, but the life support system was shorting out
and all indications were she would never make it to Earth before
it failed completely.
In pain and despair, the one time Princess, sank back into her
chair. After all she'd survived, after all she'd fought through
and endured, that it would end like this. Her mind went back over
the events of the last few years. When she came to Earth the first
time, she was just a run away slave from the Citadel Empire, barred
from ever seeing her family again. But she'd found a new family
in a group of teen heroes called the Titans, a new name and purpose
as the heroine Starfire, and love in the arms of Dick Grayson,
the man now known as Nightwing. But Raven, her former teammate
and friend, had cost her everything she loved on Earth. No not
really Raven, but that dark, evil part of her Raven always tried
to hide from the world. No matter which, the effect was the same,
she'd become used, confused, and hurt. Koriand'r didn't even trust
herself, much less Dick and the other Titans. When the chance
came to leave Earth and liberate her home world of Tamaran, she
took it. Over the course of that struggle against the evil science
obsessed race known as the Psions, she had buried the long time
enmity between herself and her sister, Komand'r, and found herself
in a new relationship with a man from her world called Ph'yzzon.
She tried to love him, she really did. She even married him, but
her heart was never fully in it. She still loved Nightwing too
much to ever really let him go. Over the course of their battle
with the Psions, her world was destroyed, but with the aid of
her old teammates in the Titans they did defeat the Psions and
claim a new world as their own. Raven, the good Raven , even stayed
behind to help them rebuild. It was Raven who told her she was
pregnant with Ph'yzzon's child. Raven left New Tamaran shortly
after Koriand'r's son was born. Ph'yzzon and Kom had rebuilt their
new world's defenses, and with the birth of Gra'zzon, it seemed
New Tamaran was at the dawning of a new age. Then came the Sun
Eater, and the betrayal at her sister's hands. Her world was destroyed
by the alien monster, her son and family probably dead, yet she
didn't have time to grieve. She had to reach Earth with the Dusk
alien she had encountered, to warn her former home that it was
to be the creature's next victim.
She never made it out of the system.
The Titans may have beaten the Psions back, but they had not
totally defeated them. Like vultures, their ships lay just outside
of New Tamaranean space, waiting to descend on the newly founded
world in a moment of weakness. They intercepted her ship before
she could make the jump to hyperspace. She knew she had to warn
Earth, no matter the cost, so Koriand'r transported herself on
board the lead Psion vessel and started unleashing the starbolts
that earned her Earth name against the Psions and their Gordian
henchmen, the self same starbolts she'd gained after being captured
an experimented on by the Psions years before. She caused enough
of a ruckus on board the Psion ship that her own vessel and Dusk
were able to escape into hyperspace. As the Gordians finally subdued
her, Koriand'r prayed that Earth received her warning in time.
For the next few months, she was again the captive of the Psions.
She watched helplessly as they picked through the remains of New
Tamaran. While they found no survivors, few of the bodies they
recovered could be identified. Not that this concerned the Psions
in the least. They were happy to have the new tissue samples.
They eventually got around to experimenting on her again. But
for all their vast intellect, the Psions had apparently learned
nothing from Koriand'r's previous "visit" with them.
She again freed herself from their machines, and battled her way
to a small escape ship. The battle had left her badly wounded,
and the shuttle took a pretty heavy pounding before she made a
hyper jump out of there.
That was one week ago. For the past seven stellar cycles Koriand'r
had made jump to jump to jump. Always heading out in a different
direction to try and keep the Psions from guessing her course.
They had almost recaptured her twice. But it had been days since
she last encountered them, and if any thing she thought she'd
be safe this close to Earth. Even the Psions weren't crazy enough
to pop into this system and risk the wrath of Earth's champions.
'And after all that,' Koriand'r thought. 'I'm going to die
out here. Not from enemy fire, not from my injuries, but from
a leaky shuttle.'
She tried to think of her options, but the throbbing of her head
made it difficult.
'I have to… to get help. Have to try and signal Earth.' Koriand'r
fought her way through the pain. 'The Justice League have a
satellite… I think. Or wasn't that destroyed… No… wait… I can't
remember.
"X'Hal!!" She cried aloud! "This is stupid!
I'm sending a broad ban distress signal and just hope it reaches
someone in time."
Koriand'r struggled to boost the range on the ships com system
in the hopes that her signal might reach all the way to Earth.
It was difficult to do only using her left hand, but her right
hand and fore-arm were so badly broken that even trying to move
them was almost enough to make her pass out. She was almost ready
to send the signal when the proximity alarm went off. A ship was
coming into the limited range of the craft's sensors. It had apparently
been behind the smaller of the red planet's two moons, hidden
from view when she arrived.
'Oh please let it not be a Psion ambush, not here, not now.'
Then she corrected herself.
"No!" She said aloud. "I am Koriand'r, Princess
of Tamaran, Warrior of the crags of Okaara! And I'm tried of
running. If those little toads want to try something again,
this time I'll give them far more than they ever bargained for.
Let's see what those creeps have sent after me this time."
To her surprise (and silent relief), it wasn't a Psion ship after
all. In fact though it seemed vaguely familiar, Koriand'r could
remember ever seeing a vessel quite like it. The almost triangular
ship was about the size of a light freighter of some kind, but
though she had been from one end of known space in her life to
the other, she could not recognize the technology that comprised
it. She gave the ship a quick scan. No active weapon systems,
in fact the whole ship seemed to be almost powered down except
for one or two internal systems, and while there were life form
readings, they were… fuzzy. What ever it was, it wasn't a Psion
ship, and it wasn't getting ready to blast her out of space. She
redirected her com signal and chanced opening a channel to the
mysterious vessel.
"Attention vessel," Koriand'r paused, unsure of how
much to tell the strange craft. "My life support is damaged
and I am need of emergency assistance. Can you assist me?"
There was a long, terrible silence. And then with a start the
mysterious craft seemed to come to life, running lights activated,
engines came online, and the whole thing turned in space to point
straight at her. Koriand'r gritted her teeth, and prepared to
face certain death if the vessel fired on her from this range.
And then, as she sat there shaking in fear, pain, frustration,
and rage, a voice came back over the com system.
"Kory? That you, Goldie?"
"Who… Yes it's me but…" Kory head was swimming with
questions, or was it just her injuries?
"Hang on, Princess." The familiar voice shot back.
"I'll get you out of there."
Before she could answer, Koriand'r found herself surround by
the shimmering lights of a transporter effect, and the cockpit
of her damaged craft faded from view.
When she woke up again, Koriand'r found herself seated in chair
in some kind of well lit sick bay area aboard the strange vessel.
A small spherical device floated in front of her, an auto-doctor
she'd seen used on Citadel ships. It was zipping around her, tending
her injuries.
"Geez, girl, you got yourself messed up good this time."
The disembodied voice spoke. "Shattered hand, busted ribs,
several head injuries, some wicked blaster burns. What happened,
Kory, the Psions get you again?"
"Yes, but how do you know me?" Koriand'r asked into
the air. "Your voice sounds familiar but I can't… Victor?!?"
A holographic image of her former comrade Victor Stone snapped
into existence. But not Victor as she remembered him. This image
was of a completely human black male, not the shining silver Cyborg
she had served with in the Titans, or the glowing red Techis she
had last seen him as. Victor's image smiled broadly.
"Hiya, Princess." The image's smile quickly faded.
"Kory, I'm… I'm sorry about what happened at New Tamaran.
Gar and I went through that system just a couple of weeks after
it happened and got run off by the Psion fleet. I wish we'd
been there. Maybe we could have stopped it."
"It's alright, Victor. There was nothing you or I could
have done to stop it. I'm glad that my companion reached Earth
in time to stop it from being destroyed it as well." Kory
said sadly. Then with a forced smile she asked "Is Gar
here too? And why are you only appearing as a hologram?"
"What, you don't like my new look?" Victor smiled
again, happy to change the subject. "Nah, Gar ain't here.
Why don't you come on down to my lab and I'll tell you what's
going on here."
"I'm not sure if I can walk that…" Kory began.
"Who said anything about you walking?" Victor asked.
The chair Kory was in rose from the floor and began to hover.
"Come on, I'll hover along with you"
The two old friends made their way into the corridor and glided
through the ship's interior. For the first time in nearly six
months, Kory felt safe again. Whatever the autodoc gave her it
was really easing her pain. She felt she could think straight
again for the first time in weeks. She nestled back in her floating
chair and listened to Victor's tale.
"Well, after the Titans helped kick the Psion's off your
world, you remember that me and Gar decided to go space exploring.
We had a blast for the first few months, Gar even won us this
ship in some kind of space poker game. And the more time passed
after the rest of the Techis were killed, the more myself I
became."
"You seem back to normal to me, Victor." Kory commented.
"Thanks." Victor smiled and continued. "Everything
was going great until a few months back my Techis body started
to act funny. I was feeling this strange drawing feeling. This
need to go back to the spot where the Techis ship was destroyed.
That's when we discovered what happened to your world, Kory,
since it was in that system that the Techis died. I can't explain
it, but I couldn't leave that area. So we hung around and waited
for the Psions to leave. Gar was bored out of his mind and worried
about me. But I couldn't let him know what was happening to
me. My Techis body was starting to malfunction. They were a
techno-organic collective remember. I only joined them because
my original body was so screwed up at the time, I felt I had
no choices. I hind sight I must have still been more out of
it than we thought to join up with them in the first place.
But after the rest of the collective died, that body couldn't
exist long-term without them."
"Anyway," Victor continued as a door slide open for
them. "we finally got to the spot where the Techis ship
exploded and that's where we found this."
Inside the room was a three meter long, roughly cylindrical shaped
object lying on a raised platform. Hundreds on cables were connected
to it, as well as what looked like some sort of monitoring device.
"A Stasis Pod?"
"Yeah." 'Vic' moved over to stand beside it. "The
continents of this stasis pod are the key to my continuing survival.
All I had to do is figure out how to use it. I guess I got kind
of obsessed with it. Gar got bored with my sitting around researching
and experimenting, especially since I hadn't clued him in on
what was going on. So a few weeks back I dropped him off on
Earth at his request and parked the ship out here. I started
the final phase of the experiment about a week ago. If it works,
I'll be as good as new. Better even. It's going well so far.
I shouldn't have to wait much longer."
"Vic, maybe its the pain medication your droid gave me,
but I'm not following you." Kory shook her head. "Where
are you exactly? And why the hologram?"
"I'm attempting to merge with the contents of the pod,
Kory." Vic replied. "I set up a neural link to the
main computer core so I could moniter ship functions and control
some of it's systems. But me, the real me, I'm in the pod."
"I'm sorry, Victor, but I still don’t understand exactly
what you mean. Real you?" Kory was pretty sure now that
it wasn't the drugs, that Victor was just being cryptic, unusual
for him.
"Let's just say…" The hologram's face beamed. "that
I found myself."
Before Kory could answer, the ship was rocked by explosions!
Alert claxon blared and Vic's holographic form flickered.
"Victor! What's going on?!?" Kory screamed!
"Damn! Psion pursuit ship just decloaked and started firing
on us." Vic's hologram continued to flicker. "I'm
trying to raise the shields and get us out of range, but when
I designed my link up to the main computer I didn't have combat
in mind. I don't know if it will hold…"
Vic's hologram form winked out of sight as the ship's hull rocked
again. Kory rose from her chair and stumbled her way to a console.
Apparently Vic's link had been broken, just as he feared it would.
A quick check and Kory discovered she could control almost every
system from this terminal. The ship was pounded again as Kory
desperately tried to raise the shields. But her efforts were in
vain, the second volley from the Psion vessel had knocked out
the main shield generator. She was trying to get the back up systems
online when the Psion's began hailing them.
"Attention vessel. Our scans indicate you are harboring
a Tamaranean specimen of ours. We intend to retrieve her. Prepare
to be boarded."
A Tamaranean curse on her lips, the orange skinned alien princess
gave up on raising the shields and did a quick scan of the enemy
ship. If she couldn't stop them, she might as well know how many
she'd be facing. It was a small Psion pursuit craft, not much
bigger the a shuttle craft. Her green, pupil-less eyes narrowed.
'Good!' she thought, going over the scan's data. 'There are
only three Psions and 20 or so Gordians. They couldn't risk
sending anything larger this close to Earth. I've handled twice
that many before with no trouble at all.'
But her aggressive warrior's nature had gotten the better of
her. For as she tried to turn on her heel and march to the corridor,
her legs gave beneath her and she tumbled gracelessly to the floor.
She struggled to her feet again. She summoned all her inner strength
and the discipline forged in the fires of Okaara. She tightened
the high tech sling that secured her broken right arm and brushed
her volumous chestnut hair away from her face. She could hear
a boarding party already onboard, making their way through the
ship. She took a deep steadying breath. Yes she was injured, exhausted,
and drugged, but she was Koriand'r. She was Starfire. And she
would go down fighting.
Inside the stasis pod, Victor Stone's mind was racing. The Psion
attack has severed his link to the ship and it would take too
much time to reestablish it. Those reptilian creeps had probably
already boarded by now and Kory was in no condition to fight them
off. With grim resolution, he knew what he had to do. He had to
complete the process now, immediately. True it was about 90% completed
anyway, but nothing had been tested, half of the back systems
hadn't been finished. But that didn't matter, his friend, no a
member of his family was in danger and this was her only chance.
Victor mentally bore down and attempted to complete in minutes
the process that by all rights should have taken days.
The Psion was not pleased. When the slight reptilian scientist
had accompanied his ten Gordian mercenary troops on board the
wounded vessel he thought all they would need to do is collect
their half dead specimen and leave. The last thing he expected
was to have a screaming woman come flying down the corridor at
them, energy bolts blasting from her hand. The physically weak
Psion race had long relied on the nearly 3 meter tall, four armed
Gordians for their defense. Imagine this Psion's annoyance at
having two of his guards killed in the female's first attack.
But the scientist in him could not help but marvel at the destructive
power that his people had created in this subject all those years
earlier. Yes, if it had not been for their experiments into her
races natural ability to absorb and harness solar radiation which
his fellows had preformed on the specimen and her sister, then
neither would posses these remarkable energy wielding abilities.
The Psion had begun to formulate a new test by which he could
determine the exact erg output of this specimen given maximum
solar exposure when the head of the nearest Gordian exploded.
He was beginning to wonder if this pursuit and capture mission
was going to be worth the costs when one of his servants struck
the female in her bandaged arm with the staff he was carrying.
With a scream the Tamaranean fell to the deck. She was greeted
by a large green fist as her assailant pressed his advantage.
This was much more to the Psion's liking. Though another species
might have been bothered by watching a four armed brute pummel
a beautiful female, the Psion's only concern was that the Gordian
not irreparably damage this specimen before they could finish
experimenting on her. His optimism didn't fade when a starbolt
erupted out of the Gordian's back. She was off balance now, stumbling
her way away from them down the corridor and firing blind. As
his guards pressed their advantage, the Psion began recalculations
for his next experiment.
Within the stasis pod, Victor Stone raced to finish his preparations.
He quickly checked every system. Everything seemed fully operational.
It was now or never. With an odd mix of fear, anticipation, excitement,
and dread, Vic made the final connection that would bring his
core consciousness back online.
Starfire was losing. Her head was swimming again, and her eyes
wouldn't stay focused. She kept blasting away at her pursuers,
but she wasn't hitting anything but bulkhead. The Gordians weren't
even trying that hard to catch her anymore. They hung back, waiting
for her to lose consciousness. And they were right. None of Kory's
training or resolve could help her now. Her body had been pushed
far past the limits of her endurance, and was failing her. She
continued her retreat, until she stumbled back into the chamber
where Vic lay helpless in his stasis pod.
'No! this is not where I ment to go!' The panicked thought
blazed across her mind. 'Now they'll capture Victor as well.
I'm sorry Victor. I've failed us both.'
Starfire slumped down next to the pod, trying to keep her quivering
hand pointed at the open doorway. The Gordians approached the
door way and she fired a starbolt, hoping to drive them back,
but she missed by a mile. No, her pursuers didn't fear her anymore.
With malevolent grins on their broad faces, the reptilian thugs
entered the room.
With a snap and a hiss the pod split open. The startled Gordians
took a step backward, training their weapons on the pod. Steam
billowed from the open pod into the chamber. Kory struggled to
turn and see what was happening. She heard a gasping inhalation
of breath from within the pod. Something was moving inside there.
Obscured by the smoke a large figure rose, standing inside the
pod.
"Who invited you frog-faced freaks on to my ship?"
The left eye of the figure flashed red.
Leaping from the pod, the figure laid into the nearest Gordian,
slamming the alien into the bulkhead. Light glinted off this man
as he effortlessly held the Gordian to the wall with a silver
hand. The smoke began to settle, revealing the figure's full form.
Starfire's eyes widened in shock and surprised. It wasn't the
red and black glowing Techis form of Cyberion she had last seen,
but the gleaming silver armored Cyborg she hadn't seen in years.
True, he looked more like he did after he was rebuilt by the Russians
than his original form., but just seeing his face again made her
feel much better.
The Gordian's shock had worn off and they leveled their blasters
at Cyborg. They unleashed a hail of deadly energy blasts, most
of which ricocheted harmlessly off his armored form. Vic swung
his captive into his comrades, knocking some of them down. A larger
blast of energy knocked Cyborg off his feet. One of the Gordians
stood holding a bazooka-like blaster in his arms, aiming it again
at Cyborg.
"Nice gun." Vic smiled as he got to his feet. His
armor began to shift. A pair of guns appeared over each of his
shoulders, with smaller weapons appearing on each wrist. Plates
slid into place over the exposed skin of his face. "Now
try mine."
Fire erupted from his weaponry driving the Gordians back. Two
fell beneath Cyborg's assault. Cyborg ceased fire, seeing the
Gordian's had vanished around the corner. The weapons disappeared
back into his armor and the right half of his face reappeared.
He took the break in the battle to turn to his fallen comrade.
"You okay, Goldie?" He asked kneeling beside her.
"It's you! I mean really you again!" Kory exclaimed.
"How did you…"
"I know. Pretty cool, huh?" Vic smiled. "I'll
explain later, Kory. I've got to finish taking out the trash."
Almost in response to Vic's comment a Gordian claim rushing in,
trying to smash Vic in the back with his massive staff. Cyborg
spun around and caught the staff in one hand.
"Not big on fighting fair are you, lizard lips?"
Cyborg sent a jolt of electricity into the staff, leaving the
big alien dazed. "Good. Me neither."
With that Cyborg tore into the Gordian landing a quick succession
of blows that left his opponent out cold before he knew what was
happening. The three remaining Gordians tried to rush the armored
human en masse. They faired little better. Cyborg dispatched them
in quick succession. Vic was clearly enjoying him self. He smiled
all the way through the fight. He was himself again. Sure his
hair hadn't grown back yet, but that would come later. When it
was over Cyborg stood in the midst of the unconscious attackers.
He was breathing a little heavily, but he was enjoying being able
to do that too.
Down the corridor the Psion stood in stunned silence. He had
recognized the being from their files, a cybernetic organism from
the Terran system. But he had joined the Techis some time ago.
He shouldn't have been able to survive this long without the others.
And now it was standing there staring down the corridor, staring
at him. He clicked open his communicator and contacted his ship.
"If you're leaving, shrimp, take this lizard meat with
you." Cyborg shouted down the hall.
A transporter beam flared, but it didn't whisk the Psion away.
Rather 6 more Gordians appeared, armed with much heavier weapons.
"Leaving, Terran?" The Psion replied. "I think
not, for now there are two excellent specimens aboard for our
study. Surrender now or we will take you by force."
"Get stuffed, scale-dome!" Cyborg retorted. "You
want Starfire, you going to have to come through me!"
"An unfortunate response." The Psion looked at the
floor. "Gentlemen…"
The Gordians opened fire. The corridor exploded in a vast array
of light and smoke. When it all cleared away, Cyborg was still
standing, behind a shimmering force screen.
"You think I'd be stupid enough to leave this little Techis
trick out of my upgrade? You frogs are dumber than you look."
Placing his right hand to a pod on his belt, a small device
detached and began to re-shape Cyborg's hand. "Now that
you've seen my new tricks, let's drop this field and show you
an old favorite. Folks, meet my white sound generator!"
Before the Gordians could react, Cyborg dropped his force field
and fired. Waves of force washed over the boarders knocking the
lot of them senseless. When the barrage ended, Cyborg brought
his weapon to his face and blew over it. He walked over to a computer
terminal. A pair of computer jacks extended from his fingers.
Plugging himself into the computer, Cyborg activated the ships
transporters and beamed his defeated enemies back to the Psion
vessel. With a smile on his face, Vic activated his ship's weapon
systems and began to pepper the Psion ship with laser fire. With
the majority of their Gordian thugs out of action, the Psions
had no desire to continue their attempts to retake Kory. As fast
as their ship could take them they sped out of the system.
"Good riddance!" Cyborg said aloud. "Better
check on Kory."
Running back to the spot of his rebirth, Vic found his gorgeous
teammate unconscious against his stasis pod. As he knelt to lift
her, he notice his chest plate was slightly too large and shaped
wrong to lift her gently.
'Should have designed this a little better.' He thought. 'Not
that this is going to be a problem.'
"Kory? Goldie? Hang on a sec, Princess." Vic said
standing back up. "This will only take minute."
At his mental command, his armor began to slide and shift. Wrist
and ankle components releasing and retracting into the main body.
The shoulder plates lifted up and his chest plate separated down
each side. Cyborg reached down and lifted the off his chest and
back plates entirely. He set the armor down next to the pod. In
truth he didn't look much different. Most of his body was still
covered with silver metal. But he was overall much sleeker in
shape, the metal on his limbs had a more banded look and there
was more dark skin showing on his shoulders, chest, and thighs.
He knelt again and gently lifted the wounded Titan. She stirred
a little and was again surprised at Victor's appearance.
"Wha… Victor… you look like…" She mumbled.
"I know Kory. I'm me again." Vic responded.
"I'm … happy for… you…" Kory trailed off into unconsciousness,
resting her bloodied head against his chest.
In the sick bay, Kory's diagnostics did not look good. She was
hurt and hurt bad. Far more than Victor could hope to heal with
his limited knowledge and resources. He did what he could to stabilize
her for transport to the one place she knew she'd be both safe
from the Psions and get some expert medical care. It was time
to go home. A flood of conflicting emotions flowed through him.
True he was himself again, for the first time in years, but there
was a lot of unfinished business back on Earth. Particularly in
New York, at the one place he'd need to take her: S.T.A.R.R. Labs.
He caught his reflection in the monitor.
'Never thought I'd be happy to see this mug again.' He thought.
'Still, my life's been left pretty much a mess since that crap
with Joey and the Wildebeests. Maybe I should just drop her
at the JLA base and go.'
His emotions must have been showing, because he was brought out
of his thoughts by a gentle hand touching his arm. Kory was conscious
again, and even in her drugged and injured state she smiled up
at Vic.
"It will be all right, Victor." She said. "Sarah
is a strong woman, she can take this. Take me there if you need
to. It will be nice to be home again."
"I thought Raven was the mind reader." Vic grinned
and wiped the tear from his eye. "You got it, Pretty Lady.
Let's go home."
To be continued in FDC's New
Titans #131!!
Writer's notes: Well, there you have it. My first Titans
tale. You will note that the Titans team has decided to count
the events of the Final Night Black and White Preview issue as
having happened. It put Kory in a good place for us, both in taking
her out of her series end status quo and it gives us tons of toys
to play with down the road. I also wanted to get Victor back as
Cyborg, not as Cyberion. Vic was my favorite DC character back
in the day, and more than anything I wanted to see some justice
done to him since real DC has screwed him up so badly. When we
planned all this I really wanted to get this story out before
JLA/Titans began, but alas, it was not to be. But it is nice to
see that the Pros and I are on completely separate paths to the
same goal: Restoring the Titans to greatness. I welcome any comments
and criticisms you might have about this story. If I got my facts
wrong, blame Michael. He's my research division. If you thought
it sucks in general, blame me since this was all my bright idea.
While this story is pretty much wholly mine, our future issues
will be much more a collaboration of our ideas, which are meshing
remarkably well. You can look for the New Titans #131 sometime
soon. We've got it fairly well plotted, but I gotta script it
yet.
TITANS FOREVER!
Clay Arceneaux- miryclay@bellsouth.net
