Grace pounded against the walls of her prison, she could feel the walls shake as her super strength impacted but nothing budged. The aliens who designed the prison must have accounted for super-powered individuals like her. She still could not believe that she had been incarcerated in the first place. It was a complete mistake. Grace had been on Earth living her normal life when she and her family had been caught in the crossfire of an attack by Thanoseid. The Titans of Genesis had transformed Grace into a being designed to combat Thanoseid and sent her into space.
Every time she thought of Thanoseid, her blood boiled. She saw her family incinerated before her eyes and that made her angry but there was something more. The body she had been given cried out for Thanoseid’s blood. She did not remember much about her brief time with the Titans but they also hated Thanoseid. He was their kin and they wanted him dead. When Grace closed her eyes, she saw Thanoseid’s face. She needed to kill him. It was something she knew in the very core of her being even though it scared the hell out of her. She had never wanted to hurt anybody, not even the drunks she had tossed out of bars as a bouncer.
She had landed on a station where she decided on a whim to stand up for herself and some other weirdos. They had locked her away even though she was not the aggressor. Now she was stuck in a space-bound prison when she just wanted to go home and forget all of this. She wanted vengeance for her family but she never expected to get this far. She punched the wall again and almost thought she dented it just a little. Encouraged, she renewed her struggle and pounded at the wall again and again. She thought she heard something on the other side and so she stopped for a moment. Sure enough, there was also a pounding coming from the other side. She raised her fists again and attacked the wall. The wall suddenly exploded outward in a shower of flame.
A man in a mask stepped into the opening and he carried two alien space pistols. Grace tensed as she anticipated getting shot by this maniac. After some of the smoke had cleared he pressed something on the side of his mask and it disappeared. The man had dark black hair and blue eyes. He smiled at Grace and then looked over his shoulder.
“Arsenal!” the man yelled. “You used too much again! I keep telling you and you keep doing it. Moderation!” He spoke with familiarity and humor and it immediately made Grace more at ease although she was still confused. What had she done to earn a prison break?
“Keep your pants on, Grayson,” a voice said. A raccoon carrying a very large gun jumped into view. “I know what I’m doing.” The raccoon was wearing a sort of armor and a jetpack. It was definitely not a normal raccoon.
“Who the hell are you?” Grace asked. “What are you doing here?”
“My name is Peter Grayson,” the man said. “But you might know me as Nightlord.”
“Who?” Grace asked. Was she supposed to recognize that name?
Peter groaned and the raccoon laughed. “I guess not,” he said. “This is Arsenal. He’s our demo guy. Expert at breaking out of places.”
“He’s a raccoon,” Grace said, still a little in shock.
“You take that back!” Arsenal yelled. “I’m not a raccoon!”
“Enough,” Peter said. “Maybe don’t use the R-word. You’re Grace the Destroyer?”
“I don’t even know where that name came from,” Grace said. “I don’t want to destroy anybody.”
“What about Thanoseid?” Peter asked.
“Yeah, you want to destroy him?” Arsenal asked.
Grace’s fists clenched. “What do you know about Thanoseid?” she asked. “You’re not with him, are you?”
“No way!” Arsenal yelled. “We’d never throw in with that punk.”
“I want to kill him,” Grace said. “I don’t think I can stop until I kill him.”
“My girlfriend was his adopted daughter and we’ve joined with her to stop Thanoseid,” Peter said. “We could use your help.”
“You could use a lot of help,” Grace said. “Do you really think that we can take on Thanoseid?”
“I believe we can,” Peter said. “We have the plan to make Thanoseid go hasta la vista, baby.” He said the last with a comically bad Austrian accent.
“Wait, where did you hear that phrase?” Grace asked. “It’s from the Terminator.”
“Terminator 2, actually,” Peter said. “I saw it before I was abducted from Earth.”
“I’m from Earth!” Grace yelled. “What are you doing all the way out here?”
“I could ask you the same thing,” Peter said. “But I fell in with a bunch of pirates called The Ravagers after my space shuttle conked out. I just haven’t been back to Earth since then. Nothing really back there for me.”
“I guess that’s true for me too,” Grace said. “My family died on Earth.”
“Mine too,” Peter said. “So I guess that means your free to join up with us?”
“I guess so,” Grace said. She did not even know who these people were but she still felt like she could trust them. Moreover, she did not really have a choice. Without them, she would be stewing in prison instead of fulfilling her directive.
“Well, if you’re coming, you better shake a leg,” Arsenal said. “We don’t have long. Starfire and the others can’t hold off the guards forever.”
“He’s right,” Peter said. “You’re either in or you’re out. We have to get a move on.”
“I’m in,” Grace said. “As long as I get to kill Thanoseid. He killed my family.”
“All I can promise you is that you get to have a hand in his destruction,” Peter said. “I don’t know who will get the killing blow but I’m not saying that it won’t be you.”
“Good enough,” Grace said. “Let’s go.”