The Man:

"It's nighttime," I say, watching as the lights from all over Oa slowly turn off one after the other. As the stars come twinkling on, I look up at them.

"What are you doing," a voice asks from behind me. Turning, I see Laria standing there with crossed arms.

"Nothing much," I answer, turning back. "Just a little stargazing."

Laria takes a few steps and stops when she is side by side with me. She too looks up.

"What exactly are you looking at," she asks after a few minutes.

"Again," I start, "Nothing much. Just a little bit of stargazing. It's something I like to do. Really help to calm the mind."

"Calm the mind," she repeats.

"Between Superman's invasion, the Green Lanterns hating us, oh, and let's not forget Atrocitus suddenly appearing out of nowhere, believe me. I think this is something we can all use."

"I guess," Laria says, looking back up. "Still, I see stars all the time when I fly through space."

"So do I," I say, "But every now and then, don't you just want to sit back and look peacefully up at the night sky? You know, before explosions and green beams fill it."

"I guess. This is the longest we've gone without any yellow lanterns attacking us."

I turn to look at Mogo.

"Thank you Mogo," I say, waving at the big guy. Either Mogo doesn't see me or he ignores me, but I don't care.

"So what brings you up here," I ask, turning from the stars to Laria. "You should be resting with the others. Not talking with me."

"That's actually why I came up here," Laria says, turning to face me. "We need to talk."

Supergirl:

"Oh god," I say, covering my ears with my hands. "I can't listen to this anymore."

Walking down the stairs, I walk through the hallway. I think I'm trying to find my room but I can't be sure. All I know is that I don't like The Man talking with Laria. It's really bothering me, but I don't want to interfere. Instead, I want to talk with someone, but the only person I can really talk to is busy.

I tap my wrist.

"I hope this works."

Christelight:

My head goes up and down as I beatbox to the tune of my music.

"Tur, tur, tur, duh, duh, duh, mum-mum, mum-mum, done, done."

While still beatboxing, I stop when my phone goes off. Stopping and clearing my throat, I answer the call.

"Hello," I start, "Man? Is everything okay? How's Oa?"

"It's bad," someone else answers, not The Man in Sunglasses. It sounds like Supergirl.

"Supergirl," I ask, "Is this you? How are you able to call me?"

"It's a feature of the suit I was given," Supergirl answers.

"You mean the excellneno-suit. Oh man, I wish I had one of these. These suits are awesome."

"Yeah, they're awesome. Listen, Christelight, I don't know if it's late or not on Earth, but I really could use someone to talk to. Are you free?"

"Uhhh, sure. Wait, why aren't you talking with The Man? I mean, are you two close or something?"

"We're not that close," Supergirl says.

"Really? I don't know if I can say this or not, but I thought you two were close. I mean, we've never actually seen each other, but from what I've heard, you and The Man are normally always together. From the moment he rescued you from Styker's."

I let out a sigh.

"Maybe you're the wrong person to be talking to," Supergirl says.

"Wait, wait, wait," I say, clapping my hands and trying to stop Supergirl from hanging up. Thankfully, I think I succeeded since I can still hear her breathing. "Supergirl, I don't know what's going on up there, I really don't, but I do think I can say this at the very least."

Taking a deep breath, I let out a sigh before talking.

"I think whatever it is that's going on up there, you and the man will be fine."

I wait for Supergirl to respond, but it takes a while. Eventually, Supergirl says thank you and then ends the call.

"Okay," I say, turning my music back on. "I'm definitely missing something."

Supergirl:

"You and the man will be fine," Christelight said. I repeat Anthony's words to me.

"I sure hope so," I say.

Looking up, I realize I somehow walk into the empty dining room. The lights are off, but I can still see the table and the seats. After dinner, the man stays behind to clear the table and clean the room. He said it was okay and everyone left, but I stay behind to help him.

"Cheer," he says, offering me a piece of bread. Confused at first, I took the bread and watched as the man tear off a piece. He then tapped his piece of bread against mine.

While looking at the table, I hear a series of explosions going off. Right away, I jump into the air and fly through the hallways.

The Man:

"What's going on," Laria says, raising her ring and her life support turning on. Now in a green glow, we both look up.

Past the sky, mixed with the stars, are dozens and dozens of white tunnels opening.

"What are those," Laria asks.

"Those are boom tubes," I say, recognizing the white tunnel immediately. "Darkseid."

Superman:

"Superman," Cyborg screams as he comes running into the control room.

"Cyborg," I say, unhooking the control and flying off the chair. "What is it? What's going on with Oa?"

"These are boom tubes appearing all over Oa," Cyborg answers. Raising his arms, he brings up a hologram display showing Oa. There are massive boom tubes surrounding Oa, and flying out of these boom tubes are parademons.

"Darkseid," I say, clutching my fists. "Prepare the beta flies! Now!"

The Man:

"What's going on," Kara screams as she shoots out from below deck. "Wait, where are we going?"

About to answer, I'm cut off by everyone also running out from below deck and asking the same question.

"Where are we going," Jason asks.

"Wait, are we setting sail," Jaime asks.

"Are those boom tubes," Flash yells, pointing at the sky. Soon, everyone is looking at where Flash is pointing.

"Yup," I answer from the Rusted's bridge. "Laria, I need both you and Arisia to open Oa's shield for a bit so we can cross through."

"On it," Laria replies. Arisia hearing us starts to glow green herself. The two then fly ahead of us. Meanwhile, Kara flies to my side.

"Glad to see you," I say, nodding my head.

"Same," Kara replies. "What's the plan?"

"Honestly," I say, turning a dial on the ship's control. "Fight and hope not to crash."

As I turn the dial, parts of the Rusted's deck open, and a dozen of cannons quickly pop out.

"Do any of you know how to operate cannon?"

"You're kidding right," Cold asks.

I roll my eyes.

"I miss being a crew of the Jackdaw sometime," I whisper.

Looking past the Rusted's bow, at Laria and Arisia as they chant the oath, they open the shield just big enough for the Rusted to fly through. Jumping onboard as we pass them, the shield closes behind us.

"None of you can operate the cannons," I start, "But at the very least, you can shoot from the deck. Grab onto the railings and shoot anything that looks like it wants to rip your head off."

"Don't you fall into that description," Jason asks.

Shooting out my hand, I focus my will and ask Hal's ring to summon a hand. The ring listens to me and forms a hand to slap the back of Jason's head.

"I won't rip your head off," I say, "But I should as heck will slap the living heck of it!"

I thank the ring and watch as the hand disappears.

"Head on," Selina yells, pointing at a swarm of parademons crash directly against the Rusted.