Outer Space, Warworld…
Kairo groggily opened his eyes. The previous events were oddly blurry for the young Kryptoamazon, only that he was attacked. Rubbing his eyes, he noticed he was not only with Terry and Lisa in a large dark area, but they all had collars.
“Terry, Lisa! You alright?” he asked, getting to his feet.
The son of the Batman got up first. “What the hell was that?” he asked, fiddling with his mask.
Lisa laid on the ground and put her hands over her face. “People, stop yelling.” she grumbled.
Lisa would’ve continued, but she was cut off as something appeared suddenly and landed near them.
Lisa sat up and looked over at what appeared before them. “Isn’t that-.”
“R’Iva!” Kairo stumbled forward but managed to reach his martian friend. “Are you alright?”
R’iva looked at Kairo as she looked to him. “Kairo?” She then noticed Lisa and Terry. “Guys… what's happening…?!”
“Just as confused as you, green girl.” Terry asked, trying to get to his feet.
As if on cue, the same event that produced R’Iva in the unknown location repeated. This time it was two boys.
“Pins and needles!” Donnie Allen yelled, shaking his leg. When he noticed the four other young heroes looking at him, he got to his feet as he generated his uniform using the Speed Force. “Forget you saw that.” he said nonchalantly.
“Great, Speedy Gonzales is here.” Lisa commented snidely, getting helped back to her feet by the Dark Knight’s son.
“Nice to see you to, Luthor.” Shockwave replied in kind.
Martin floated to his feet and formed his uniform. “Does anyone know where we are?” he asked, prodding at the collar he was wearing
“From what I can tell ya, it ain’t the circus.” Constantine replied, walking to the others.
“You too, Zach?” Terry asked, turning to the magician.
“Nice to see ya too, Hoodie.” Constantine responded.
“And where did you come from?” Shockwave asked, eyebrow raised.
Zach smirked. “I was here for about five minutes before the Brainy Twins and Prince Sparkle Rope woke up.” he explained before looking around. “Low lighting, echo-y room. I assume that some James Bond type will come in and explain everything.”
The heroes turn to a portal that opened from a ledge above them, which a Colan appears by walking through. “Greetings, Earth residents. I know you have several demanding questions, so allow me to explain.” the Colan announced to the teens.
“Told ya.” Constantine muttered to Terry.
Terry turned his head to his friend. “Anyone could’ve seen that coming”
“I am Vroc Drol. The Technology Regent of Warworld, representing my superior, Mongul. You are all now property of Warworld.” the Colan continued, either unaware or not caring about the muttering heroes.
“Wait, Mongul?” Terry exclaimed, widening his eyes.
“You know about Mongul?” Martin asked, surprised at Terry’s knowledge of the extraterrestrial.
“Let’s say bedtime stories are interesting when I was young.” Terry muttered to Martin.
“Who cares, I'll flatten this guy in a millisecond!” Shockwave boasted. He ran at at Vroc Drol at blinding speed, but gets shocked and falls down before he can land a punch. The heroes ran to Donnie’s side to check if he was alright.
“But mommy, I don’t wanna shave Grodd today…” the Speedster petered out.
“The collars on your necks won't allow such a futile revolt. They're attuned to your bodies and powers. You will not be able to teleport, warp out, etcetera.” Vroc explained to the heroes “Any attempt in removing them will result in the same shock. Any success in removing them will result in death. Mongul doesn't want any of you dead. That is bad for profit.”
“Profit? You are trafficking us?” Lisa asked, subtly configuring a device in her armour, though with little success. “Mongul must be a bigger idiot than I thought.
“Don’t bother, any ways of communications to the outside of Warworld is blocked.” Vroc told Lisa, surprising her. “You will now be transported to your holding cell. Food and other necessities will be provided to you eventually.”
“Transp-?” Kairo tried to ask, but he was cut off in mid-teleportation.
The young heroes were immediately teleported into a dungeon.
“Jon, you holding up? I mean, we did just teleport.” Lisa asked, regaining her footing.
Kairo groaned. “It doesn't matter now. Is everyone okay?” he asked everyone else.
“We’ll be better when I get us out of here via a bi-.” Zach began to speak as the collar shocked him, stopping him from his attempt to remove the collar and making him scream in pain. “Arrgh!”
Shockwave looked at his collar. “Maybe I can vibrate out of this stupid thing.” he suggested, electricity beginning to spark around him.
Martin took a meditative position. “But I thought you said you aren’t that good at phasing yet, brother.”
“If Dawn can do it, I just have to try a bit-.” he said, about to vibrate through his collar, only to receive a large shock that surprised him “Graagh, COME ON!” he yelled in frustration.
“Everybody stop.” Kairo yelled out. “What that Coluan said was true. These collars are attuned to our bodies and powers.”
R’Iva slumped down. “This is bad…” she muttered.
“Well what do we do, fearless leader?” Donnie asked, still on the ground.
“Dad says if we're in a situation when captured to get a layout of where we are.” Terry spoke up, adjusting his mask. “So let's see what this whole place is.”
The seven then explored the spacious holding cell, but as Kairo had gotten near to the shadows, something rushed at him, snarling wildly.
Kairo sped back to avoid the attacker, and instinctively charged his heat vision while the others had rushed over to help him. Surely the attacker would have tackled Kairo if not for an energized chain keeping him tied back from them. Also shocking the assailant from lashing out even more.
Lisa looked at the snarling alien in shock. “What the hell is that?”
The light from Kairo's eyes showed the figure to be a burly pale humanoid whose face was covered in rugged facial hair and unkempt hair, with red eyes.
Martin took a good look at the alien “I… think that’s a Czarnian.” he said as his ring beeped. “Oh wait, no… a hybrid Czarnian.” he corrected himself until his ring beeped again. “With Almaracian, apparently.”
“Guess this bloke is in the same situation we're in.” Zach commented as the hybrid sneered at the teenage heroes, going back to his spot and sat there.
“Only he's been here longer.” Donnie commented to the Lantern in the room.
“Let's leave it be.” Kairo told the rest of the group, walking away from the hybrid.
Donnie sneered at the order. “Come on, he probably doesn't like you. I mean, you are hard to get along with. Watch me.” he commented, approaching the hybrid. But as he got close, he was sent flying from a telekinetic push by the hybrid, crashing into a wall. “…Nice catch, guys. Ever considered baseball?!” he yelled at the rest of the group.
Kairo gave a little smirk. “I told you.”
“Bite me!” the speedster told him, limping past.
The young heroes kept to themselves for a while, trying to come up with an escape plan or any way of contacting their parents. Until a large platter of meal was left for them by a service drone. The meals included different alien cuisines and dishes. They all approached and examined what was to offer.
“Looks like grub’s up.” Donnie commented, looking at the bizarre foods.
While most of the teens looked at the food, unsure if any was eatable, Martin helped himself while Lisa was the most uncertain of all.
“Is it supposed to move?” she asked, poking a certain alien dish. She then noticed the Blue Lantern, eating the food as if he didn’t know what he was consuming.
Zach winced in disgust. “How can you eat that stuff?”
Martin swallowed what was in his mouth and cleaned it with a construct napkin.
“When you travel space with your parents, you're bound to come across different alien foods. Most of this is healthier than some of the things you get on Earth.” he answered, happily receiving food that Donnie didn’t want. “And yes, Lisa, that is supposed to move.” he added, eating some more.
Terry was just about to grab a piece of meat that looked like something he recognised, but it was pulled away toward the hybrid.
“Hey!” he began, but the hybrid gave a ferocious growl and glare at Terry. “Okay, it's yours. Geez…”
R'Iva had shapeshifted a pouch that was inside her that carried an 'emergency supply' of oreos. She paused as she looked back at the hybrid who was chowing down the meat. R'Iva felt compassion for the hybrid, so she wanted to show kindness. She stood up and walked over to the hybrid.
“R'Iva what are you doing?” Kairo asked, noticing the Martian leaving.
R'Iva stood in front of the hybrid, and the hybrid looked back with a scowl. The Martian gave a smile and extended her hand with oreos.
“You want some?” R’Iva asked, smiling at the hybrid.
The hybrid frowned as it gave a confused look, so R’Iva had to try harder.
“They're oreo cookies. Very tasty!” she encouraged, extending her hand further.
The hybrid looked at the Martian girl, who was still giving a kind and sweet smile. The hybrid hesitated until it finally took one cookie. He sniffed the oreo until finally eating it. Then he felt something happening to his face. Something that he hadn't felt in a long while. He smiled.
R'Iva noticed him smile. “See. You liked it? you can have more.” she said as she laid more in front of him before turning her back to join the others.
“…why” the hybrid asked, shocking everyone.
“Huh?” R’Iva asked, turning back to the hybrid.
“So he can talk.” Terry muttered, eating what appeared to be a drumstick.
“Why… give me… meal… you want something… from me…?” the hybrid tried to ask.
“ No. You just looked like you needed something sweet, is all.” R’Iva explained.
They hybrid stayed quiet. “…sweet…” he muttered to himself.
R'Iva moved closer to the hybrid. “What is your name?“ she asked.
The hybrid stood up, towering over all of the heroes. “Kasador…” he answered with a growl.
The heroes sat there until Donnie broke the silence ”Rude, she didn't offer any oreos to us first.” he muttered.
“Nice to meet you, Kasador. I'm R’iva.” R’iva giving a warm smile, extending her hand to Kasador. The rugged hybrid just stared at her hand in confusion, not accustomed to such introduction. R’iva frowned but smiled once more, as she gestures to the others. “These are my friends. The one you almost jumped is Kairo. The one you sent flying is Donnie. The Blue Lantern is Martin. The girl is Lisa. Terry is the one you took food from. And then that's Zach.”
Kasador gave only a glance toward the others. “Hmm. Welcome to Warworld.”
“Not glad to be here! The service sucks.” Donnie sarcastically stated.
“He's a "lighten the mood" kind of soul.” Martin explained his friend's comment.
“So what are you little minx.” Kasador looked to R’iva. “Green or white?
“Huh?” R’iva got confused, until she quickly realized what Kasador was asking. “Oh! I'm a Green Martian.”
“I heard your types were near extinct.” Kasador said.
“Yeah… right now, it's just me and my dad.” R’iva explained.
“Do you know what Mongul has planned next for his process of trafficking us?” Kairo asked Kasador.
“I've run into Saturnians and White Martians.” Kasador didn't respond to Kairo, still paying attention only to R’iva.
“Aren't White Martians crazy strong and viscous?” Lisa asked out loud.
Martin then answered. “Correct. I've only seen a few, but I was on Mogo. He and Mother Mercy were more than enough to fend them off.”
“You come from Earth?” Kasador asked, looking to R’iva.
“Yeah. Me and my friends.” R’iva spoke.
“My mom spoke a lot about Earth. During her twenties how she found a good batch of sex partners there.” Kasador plainly commented.
Terry thought for a short moment, and then said. “Almarac. Twenties. Sex partners. That must mean-”
Kairo interjected. “Your mother is Queen Maxima.”
Kasador still didn't respond to them, as he took a bite off the meat he was eating. “Let me ask you, little minx, you know how to fight?” Kasador asked with his mouth half full.
“Yes…” R’iva replied.
“Good. Then Mongul won't just throw you to the labor or 'comfort' batches.” Kasador stated.
“Question, how bright are the rackets here?” Lisa tried asking Kasador.
Kasador still didn't answer Lisa, nor gave a single glance. This didn't go unnoticed to R’iva. “Why don't you talk to the others?” R’iva asked.
“What have they done for me?” Kasador shrugged.
“We met ya five minutes ago and you bitch-slapped me into a wall.” Donnie said.
“You got up into my personal space.” Kasador finally replying to the other group members.
“I was trying to say hi!” Donnie stated.
“And I was telling you to frag off!” Kasador shouted.
“Settle down, please. There's no need for conflict.” Martin intervened.
“Then tell your boyfriend to back up or I put him down.” Kasador growled
“As a Blue Lantern, I will simply ignore that.” Martin muttered.
Kairo stepped up and stood in front of his group, facing Kasador.
“Was that a threat?” Kairo demanded.
“Warning.” Kasador stood up straight, dwarfing Kairo. “You want some of this?”
Kairo was about to retaliate, until he stopped and realized that Kasador was aggressive because Warworld made him that way. Martin is right, there is no need for conflict. Kairo eased up and raised his hands up. “We're just anxious. We got taken from our homes and this is a new environment.”
“Hurgh. Freshies.” Kasador, having reflected how he too was taken to this world against his will, understood and went back to eating the meat.
R’iva looked at her friends and then back to Kasador “,… how long have you been here?”
“How long? Hmm. Can't say. They don't let us slaves keep track of time here. But But I take a guess for a couple’a years. I was eleven when I arrived here.” Kasador answered.
“And now you look seventeen who’s desperate need of shaving.” Lisa added.
“How did you get here?” Kairo asked.
“I was betrayed.” Kasador answered.
“By who?” R’iva asked.
“My half-siblings.” the Almara-Czaranian hybrid stated.
There was a silent pause, until R’iva stuttered. “W-why would they do that?”
“I'm a bastard. My dad hit it and left, leaving me to my mom who had already begun giving birth to children from warlords of New Almarac.” Kasador simply put as he munched on the last oreo, and walked over to a faucet near to him. “Everyone besides my mom, didn't like me. When the other zhutholes got old enough to learn I would be taking some inheritance, so they became fragging zhutholes to me. In a training trip to one wild planet, they jumped me and kept me held up until Mongul’s executives came and bought me.”
Kasador then picked up a cup of an alien beverage and poured water into the cup, and then said. “Guess how much they thought I was worth then.”
Everyone was silent, hearing Kasador tale of arriving on Warworld. Betrayed by his own family and forced to fight for years in gladiator battles against some of the most dangerous and vicious of alien species. R’iva was already shedding tears.
“50,000. You believe that? Hell, I'd be at least 500,000 back then.” Kasador exclaimed in disbelief. He was going to say more, until he felt R’iva hugging him from the side. Kasador raised an eyebrow. “What are you doing?”
“I'm comforting you.” R’iva answered.
Kasador was still confused. “Why?”
“You had it it so difficult.” R’iva explained.
Kasador thought for a moment, until he finally shrugged. “Well… yeah, it does suck. But, after all these years here, it's kind of numbing.” He looks down to R’iva, still hugging him. “… my mom was the only person who did this to me.
Martin then spoke. “Kasador. I promise, you will be taken back home safely.”
“Nightlight, I don’t think the seven of you can really take on the warlords of the New Almarac systems.” Kasador replied.
“Looks like you’ve been out of the loop for a while.” Terry said.
“The Lantern Corps have allied themselves to each other and protect the universe. My parents are two of the leaders, we’ll get out of here and you’ll be transported home, the situation relayed to Queen Maxima. Mom told me about her, she wouldn’t let anyone send you… here, if she had known.” Martin explained.
Donnie then pipped. “Wait, if Maxima is your mom, doesn’t that mean Lobo is your dad?”
“The cool one or the “Edward Cullen pretty boy” one?” Lisa asked.
Kasador gave a confused look. “How the frag should I know. I never met the guy. All I know is that he is a big rugged notorious bounty hunter who crossed paths with a bunch of big time heroes and villains in the universe.”
“Cool one it is.” Lisa simply deduced.
Warworld, Arenas and Markets…
Warworld. One would never find a more wretched hive of scum and villainy. Pirates, gangsters, terrorists, warlocks, witches, conquerors, etc. All the sorts of types were here in Warworld for two things; business and pleasure.
One person in particular, stood among other high status individuals in a dinner hall with fancy drinks. Until he heard the large screen giving updates on the newest available slaves that will up on the market.
“From Earth, Master of Warworld has attained custody of the Earth's Greatest Heroes' children.” an astral image of a woman on the screen stated. “Among them, the child of Kal-El, also known as, Superman, and the Amazon Princess Wonder Woman.
The man looked at the profile image of Kairo that was displayed on the screen*
“El.” the man whispered, so he looked into a tablet looking at the amount of currency forward by his master. He wasn't supposed to purchase slaves, he was supposed to recon the galactic network of crime and return information to his superiors. “A member of the House of El. The Prime Minister will be most pleased.”
While there were mysterious figures in Warworld, there were familiar faces too. Warworld attracted the likes of the Reach. In this case, the Scarab warrior of the Reach, who stood alongside the official he had been tasked to protect.
“This human is the son of the Flash, a being even faster than Superman himself.” the computer said.
The Reach Negotiator looked at the screen, and then looked into a tablet for extra info on Shockwave and the rest of this new batch. “This could prove interesting.”
Bronze Beetle, the scarab warrior assigned to keep the Negotiator safe, wasn't so enthusiastic. “Negotiator, why are we wasting our time here?”
Reach Negotiator then replied. “Silence, Warrior. Mongul has proven a useful ally in the past. Imagine what we can do with that speed. But let us hear what else Warworld has to offer.”
Computer continued. “Among the youngest members of the Lantern Alliance, Martin Jordan, wields the Blue Light.”
Elsewhere, a Kalanorian female in garb fit for royalty, named Saranna, looked at the screen. “Hmm… very adorable little child.”
The Kalanor Guard gave a puzzled look. “My queen…?”
Saranna then explained. “My children will need a watchdog that gives a soothing presence. Do you suppose your King, Despero, will mind?”
“I am not allowed to say. Lord Despero is beyond me and you know more of him than any.” the guard humbly stated.
“As it should.” Saranna reassured.
Zachary’s profile then appeared on the screen, with his powers and abilities listed down.
“This is the son of the Hellblazer, a powerful mystic of Earth, and the mother is a Zatara, a legendary sorcerer bloodline.” the Computer added.
A demon like creature gave an interested look. “Hellblazer? This is a golden opportunity. The Many brethren of the damned will be most pleased.”
Black Hood’s profile came up, and the computer said. “While little is known of his human, it is evident he is the son of the hero known as, Batman.”
A Tamaranian heard the name Batman, and looked up. “The Batman…” He takes out communicator. “My liege, I may have found something of interest.”
The screen showed R’iva, and said. “Then a rare specimen, a Green Martian female.”
There were rogue Saturnians who all gave interested glances.
“Then a human female with high intellect. Daughter of one called Lex Luthor.” the computer finished, showing Lisa’s profile.
In a private executive suite, Granny Goodness sat, grinning as she looked at the roster showing on a screen. “Valuable batch the Debstamian bastard got his hands on.”
Bernadeth, stepping forward, asked. “Which one shall you have me take, Granny?”
Granny gave a quick thought. “Hmm. If any, the Martian and the human girl. They would make lovely Furies, and possible mates for Darkseid's youngest son.”
“I shall devise an effort to take them now.” Bernadeth stated, as she prepared her Fahren-Knife.
Granny raised her hand. “Delay that for a moment. I am in the mood for some entertainment, isn’t that right my dear?” Granny asked the younger girl sitting by her.
The child, with a wolf’s tail wagging, look at the New God. “I know what ya mean, granny.” Looking back at another screen showing one of the gladiator arenas.
Another fight beginning, so the audio trumpet played for the opening. A humanoid slave was thrown out into the arena. The slave got back up and ran back to the entrance.
“Get out there!” enforcer growled.
“Oh, it's dangerous out there!” the slave begged.
No avail, the slave was thrown out once more where a Dryad gladiator stood ready to fight. Rather than fight and get killed, the slave made a run for it with the Dryad running after him.
From the highest executive portion, only accessible to the master of Warworld, Mongul, and his executives given permission to enter, Mongul himself sat looking at the screens showing all the fights going on, the listed numbers of materials and slaves being sold, bids on auctions, etc. Nothing should go unnoticed for the Master of Warworld, but he needed his executives to act as viceroys to different areas of his transgalactic network. Mongul turned his seat to face Tund-Ra and Vroc-Drol.
“We had spotted contraband on the Black Market district. A Starro spore.” Tund-Ra updated the latest news.
“And?” Mongul asked.
“Would you like to make an example out of that one?” Tund-Ra asked.
“Remove a limb.” Mongul ordered. “Does Kata see Warworld’s location compromised?”
“As of now, she's foreseen clear travel.” the Daxamite stated.
“I hope my new highest valued products are comfortable?” Mongul asked.
“They know their place, Master Mongul.” Vroc answered.
“The Pale Bastard almost clashed against freshies, though.” Tund-Ra commented.
“When the extra Intensive Valued Confinement cell is completed, they will be separated.” Mongul reassured.
The main lights to the holding cell had turned off, indicating the time for sleep. The youngsters had all laid down to get rest. All but one. Kairo was still awake while the others were trying to sleep.
Lisa tossed and turned, trying to fall asleep. Until she noticed Kairo still awake. “Hmm?” Lisa sits up and faced Kairo. “Can't sleep?”
“One of us needs to remain awake.” Kairo replied.
“For what?” Lisa asked.
“For anything.” Kairo said, and faced Lisa. “Go back to sleep. You need your rest.”
Lisa replied. “So do you.”
“My unique hybrid physiology keeps me going. You humans aren't built like me.” Kairo stated.
Lisa looked at Kairo with a scowl. “Excuse me?”
Kairo heard Lisa’s tone, and with a bit of confusion to her upset tone he responded. “Well you are.”
“You're not humble for humans like your dad.” Lisa commented with a pout.
Martin, who also couldn't sleep, sat up. “You guys too?”
Donnie, hearing the others waking up, stood up quickly. “Sleep is not something Speedsters do often.”
They hear mumbling of some sort of dialect, and see R'Iva on her knees facing the ground. Kasador, still in his part of the room, looked over. The hybrid then asked. “What's she doing?”
Kairo listened to R’iva and heard her speaking in the Martian language. That, with how R’iva was kneeling down, Kairo easily deduced. “She's praying to H'ronmeer.”
Donnie, in his most respectful manner, asked. “Who in the name of Grodd’s britches is ‘H'ronmeer’?”
“The Martian god of Fire, Art and Death.” Martin answered.
Donnie gave a silent pause. “…why would she pray to a guy like that?!”
R'Iva, hearing what her friends were saying, knelt back upright and faced the others. “What you said of H'ronmeer is true, but some factions of Mars and Saturn see H'ronmeer as a god of light and life.”
Kairo looked around seeing everyone awake. “You all need to get rest.”
Zachary, now also awake, replied. “That'll be real easy in a dank dirty jail cell with the threat of fighting monsters in the morning.”
“He has a point, Kai. Though, I guess what we can do is try to keep calm.” Terry said, as he takes a meditative pose.
“Meditation. I assume Tibetan?” Martin asked.
Terry answered. “Samatha, it helps calm the mind.”
Martin then takes a different meditative state, and says. “Interesting. I meditate as Saint Walker has taught me.”
Lisa begins tinkering with her armour, while Zachary began playing with some cards. The Luthor noticing, puzzled. “How do you have playing cards?”
“Magic, I don’t have to explain it.” Zach plainly stated.
Donnie zips over, and asks. “Need someone to help pass the time?”
“Sure. More the merrier.” Zach then deals Donnie in. The magician looked over to Kairo and Kasador. “What about you, Superboy Wonder? Shaggy?”
Donnie looks over to Kairo, who was now floating above the same spot arms crossed, while Kasador was sitting back in his spot.
Kairo answered. “No thank you.”
A low growl was the only thing heard from Kasador.
“So you're just going to sit there doing nothing? At least those two.” Lisa began saying, as she points to Terry and Martin. “Make it look stylish.”
“I am meditating in a sense. Just not in the way they do it.” Kairo replied.
Martin opened his eyes, and looked at Kairo. “Says the guy who doesn’t seem to be at peace.”
“I’m meditating in the sense of deep thought.” Kairo explained. “Reflecting on a saying; You have power over your mind, not outside events. Realize this, and you will find strength.”
“I don’t think that is any meditative discipline.” Terry said.
Kairo gave a disappointed look. “Then you know nothing of the Stoics.”
“What we are doing is, simply, keeping calm.” Martin explained, as he starts drawing in the dirt. “The likes of Terry and I are keeping streams calm, stable for the life in and out of it. You, my friend, are a mountain. Strong, sturdy. Though being as such is not good for every occasion.” Martin said, finishing drawing rivers and a mountain.
While the statement was meant to be a criticism, Kairo took it as a compliment. The Kryptoamazon gave a sturgeon face and said. “Well, temperance is a major virtue to Stoicism. As are; courage, wisdom and last but not least, justice.”
Terry decided to weigh in. “Sometimes ya gotta go with the flow. Nothing is ever clean cut or black and white.”
Kairo looked at Terry confused. “What does things being black and white have to do with any of this. While you all remain calm, one of us needs to be on the alert and assess on the situation.”
Martin gave a small chuckle. “You mistake being calm and being unaware.
In great convenience, Donnie tries to sneak up on Martin, who knocks him away with a construct. Martin calls out. “Thanks for aiding my point, Donnie.”
Donnie in the same hole Kasador knocked him into responded. “No problem, bruh.”
Kairo, still not convinced, replied. “Pfft. All that proves is that Donnie sucks at sneak attacks.”
“Hey!” Donnie growled.
Lisa, who was still tinkering with her mechanism, was getting irritated by the conversation. “Oh, for the love of Mxyzptlk. Will you just shut up. Some of us don’t meditate and have other methods of not freaking out.”
Zach quickly pipped up saying. “I can try and get us to sleep.”
“When were you going to tell us you could you do that?” Donnie asked, annoyed.
“When you blokes stopped being a regular Muppet Show.” Zach simply answered, as he put his cards away and clapped his hands and began rubbing them. “Now who wants in?”
“I'll remain awake.” Kairo stated.
Lisa, gave a concerned look, and said. “Jon, your physiology gets you a long way, but even you need rest.”
“Someone needs t-.” Kairo was just about to defend, until R’iva interjected.
“I'll take watch.” R’iva said.
Kairo paused in silence, as he finally acknowledged that he hadn't rested in 12 hour, before they were all abducted. “… very well.”
Kasador spoke up from his area. “I can get sleep on my own. No magic trick is being used on me.”
Zach sat himself to a wall, as he raised his hands and said. “Enoyreve tub Avi'r dna Rodasak peels.”
When the others fell asleep, Kasador and R’Iva were the only one's awake. The Almara-Czaranian looked to R’iva who was sitting cross legged.
Kasador decided to pass the time, and was curious. “You still believe in your god even after getting taken?”
“Well, yeah. My dad says to never lose faith. Heck, Martin is all about hope too.” R’iva explained, pointing over to Martin.
They look over to Martin, but are quickly distracted as Donnie twitches his leg. R’iva chucked a bit, and became silent. Having been praying to her god, and listening to her companions talk about the types of meditations, R’iva decided to ask. “Do you pray to a god?
Kasador raised an eyebrow at the question, but took no offense as he answered. “Nah. I mean, there were some ceremonies I did with my family. But it was just ceremonies for me. Not like a prayer would get me out of here.”
“You shouldn't lose hope.” R’iva urged.
“I still hope. Hope that maybe the next escape attempt will be the one I finally escape. Hope that I get back home. Hope that I see mom again. Hope I will finally be free…” Kasador paused for a moment, hearing how he had just vented his thoughts. The Almara-Czaranian looks to R’iva and added. “And hope I beat those backstabbing traitors that sold me.”
R’iva then encouraged. “If we stick together, we can find a way out of here. We will be free.”
Kasador gave a puzzled look and asked. “You guys serious about helping me? Why?”
“It's just same reason I gave oreos. It's love and kindness.” R’iva said, as she was giving another graceful look to Kasador, but Kasador was still not comfortable with her grace. This was no world where the kind flourished, it was where they are sold off for whatever their masters want from them.
Kasador scowled, still not accustomed to this kindness, and said. “Well listen here; Warworld has no time for your kindness. You gotta to be brutal and ferocious.”
R’iva was quiet, as she gave a worried look, hearing Kasador’s tone raising.
“Use what you have. You Martians are telepaths, so screw up the other bastich’s mind. Or rip into their mouths, and rip out their insides. Phase your hands into their heads or wherever the hell their brain is, and scramble that motherfragger’s brain like putty!” Kasador growled, as he motioned some of the tactics he suggested. Ending with his hand extending in claw like manner toward R’iva.
“I-I… I c-…” R’iva stuttered.
Kasador lowered his tone, and said. “I'm sure we will get out, but you gotta be ready to fight and kill.”
R’iva gave a shocked face. “-kill… ?”
Kasador’s face softened a bit and said. “There are fights where they demand it to the death.” He turns over to his spot and lays down. “Couple a hours and we be fighting. Good night.”
R’iva then sat there more anxious, while her mind went to dark places imagining the possibility of killing the person. A person who is there against their own will as well. R’iva then kept reminding herself to remember what what her dad taught her and pray to H’ronmeer for strength and courage. So that was what she did; R’iva knelt down facing the ground and began reciting her prayer in the Martian language.
Justice League Watchtower…
Lex slammed his fists down on the table. “I trusted you with my daughter for half an hour and she ends up kidnapped?!” he yelled in anger.
Superman and Batman remained silent, both understood Lex’s fury, but someone wouldn't stand by and act as if Luthor was the only one who lost their child. Wonder Woman stepped up, and looked at Lex.
“Settle down, Luthor. Lisa was not the only one taken.” Wonder Woman told Lex
“I… I’m sorry.” replied Lex as he took a deep breath. “I am not that man, anymore…” he muttered to himself, trying to focus on hand
Green Lantern leaned over to Flash. “I never thought Lex would ever apologize.”
Wonder Woman put her hand on Lex’s shoulder. “It’s ok, Lex. Now, what did we learn about the kidnappings?”
“What I can tell ya is it is a magic of some kind, but this one was mixed with some science crap.” Constantine answered.
“There have been traces of Zeta-Beam radiation at each scene.” Batman explained, causing Constantine to roll his eyes slightly.
“Has Adam Strange responded to our request on tracking it?” Flash asked.
“He has had negative results.” Batman answered.
“The Alliance is on full alert.” Green Lantern told the rest of the League. “We’re checking though every sector, but nothing’s come up. Likely, we’re dealing with someone who knows how to hide.”
“So we don’t know who took them.” Flash deduced solemly.
“The list isn’t that long, but it doesn’t mean there won’t be trouble.” Green Lantern replied, looking into space.
“Then who are our suspects?” Superman asked.
Cyborg, who had remained silent for the most part, switched on a hologram showing lists.
“Cross referencing with Lantern’s database and our own; suspects range from Apokolips to the Reach.” Cyborg presented.
“Fits their MOs. Abduction of youth and attempts to make them into superweapon,” Batman paused for a moment, knowing that is mostly the reason why their kids were kidnapped.
Superman looked at the somber faces of his teammates.
“We’ll find them. And we will get them back.” Superman encouraged his teammates, as he placed a hand on Diana’s shoulder.
“And the Titans of Old help whoever took our children.” Diana stated, as her hand clawed onto the metal table like foil.
Warworld, Intensive Cells…
Through the night, the youngsters had taken shifts of keeping watch. Zach was on his shift; so he was the only one awake. He was utilizing magic to make an astral image of his mom. Then the main lights turned on with a flash.
“Blimey! Too bright!” Zack yelled in surprise, rubbing his eyes.
Kairo and Shockwave are the among the first to get up fully alert from Zach's shout.
“No, Grodd, not the platypus burger!” Donnie yelled in surprise as he sprung alive.
Kairo was all but speechless. “...I don't want to know.”
“Talk about wake up call.” Terry added, unamused.
“You get used to it.” Kasador replied, already up and serving himself a cup of water.
“The weirdos and their alien food induced dreams?” Lisa asked, giving Kasador an odd look.
“The sad thing is, I know what he is talking about.” Martin added, causing Lisa to give him an odd look.
“That, and first fights come the day after a slave arrives.” Kasador answered, getting everyone’s attention.
“We're gonna fight soon?” Lisa asked.
Kasador nodded. “That's how it was for me and couple other bastiches I met.”
“Any particular time?” Black Hood asked, adjusting his visor
Kasador shrugged. “Could be noon, I don't know. It isn't specific.”
Kairo stood up. “So we have time to pre-.” he began to say but was cut off as the group was teleported out of the cell.
When the group realised what had happened, they were all separated in different arenas. Lisa and Terry were in a random city, Kairo and Zack were on a very high mountain peak, Martin and Donnie stood on what appeared to be Odym and R’Iva was alone on a Mars-like desert at the edge of some ruins.
"Ladies and gentlemen, let the fights begin!" a voice called out, getting the heroes’ attention. “So says Mongul!”
SK: sorry to anybody hoping to see the gladiator fights.
XM: We are COLOSSAL teases. Wait until we say who dies! I’m just surprised this chapter was longer than the first.
SK: really? That long?
XM: By about 6 pages on Google Docs.
SK: how about that. Now, like we said before, this story will be wide range of settings. In this case from Earth to Warworld.
XM: A lot harder than DBZ, as mentioned before. Wait until we get with the United Planets and alternate Earths (shudders)
SK: now, for before anybody mentions, yes, Superboy and Miss Martian are together like from Young Justice. Their chemistry was done so well. And if Superboy is here; where is Supergirl? I’m going to be quite honest, I never really cared for her.
XM: Yeah, this is kinda like “losing something in translation”: things will be changed or lost. That’s why everyone keeps giving Donna Troy so many origin stories.
SK: But I will say this, Power Girl still does exist. And no! It’s not because of her ‘obvious reasons’.
XM: If that was the reason people read about her, mustn't have worked on me (read Blackest Night, cough cough)
SK: get that cough checked out. Now to the rest of you readers, anymore concerns and questions, please leave a comment.
XM: Don’t forget to check out Son of Heroes as well, just incase you like DBZ a tad more.
SK: it’s not abandoned, but I do intend to improve the chapters is all.
XM: Take care.
SK: and God bless.