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"Robbers apprehended for the most part. How's everything on your end? Don't tell me they're giving you trouble,"

"Robbers on my side are in SCPD custody or should be by now. There was this one, a female, got a pretty good surprise hit on me. Nothing I couldn't handle though. Told you that boxing glove arrow would come in handy. I'm making my way toward you now." Out of the bank now, courtesy of it's back way exit, Green Arrow started for where his motorcycle was parked. The hooded Star city vigilante steadied himself atop of it revving the bike to life. Headlights now flashed brightly in the alleyway as a couple walking by were met to see the vigilante pulling off into the night. Car horns went off while the Green Arrow went weaving in and out of traffic. And even with the bank far behind him now he still heard the ambulance's cry as it neared the bank. Thanks to his part in stopping the heist they wouldn't have to tend to any of the non-guilty party. The guilty party on the other hand....well let's just say, you shouldn't stick your hand in a cookie jar not given to you.

In the next twenty minutes or so, Green Arrow started to ease up on the bike's gas until there was just a low growl. The growl turned into a hum eventually and then the bike itself was let back to it's sleep. When Spartan met the ground he'd also meet his partner who was just getting off of his bike and walking towards him. "Good work here. Probably should get a move on before the boys and blue get here. I already called Lance on the way over."

Some time ago, in a not so distant past.... the life of Sara Lance was about to change. Not change in the manner of a well thought out planned life. A curve ball thrown by the hands of fate, was about to take this young girl out on an adventure filled life. A life, that changed who she was....

Five years ago....

Who knew being bad, could feel so good? Well, not bad per say, just a little more on the naughty side. Sara Lance, the youngest daughter of Quentin and Dinah Lance, had been a little more bold with her actions than when she was younger. Perhaps it was because she had grown up, borrowed her big sister's shoes and decided to get a real feel of life. Once she got a taste of what life might possibly be like? Sara decided that following in the footsteps of her sister was not the route she wanted. She wanted something different. Sara decided that it was time to do things her way. To be original and unique. Not become part of the cookie cutter version of society bred civilians.

Rebellious nature was the word that came to mind. Someone who took risks, did actions that were out of the ordinary. Spontaneous actions done at random. Sara Lance was building her character, who she was and what role she had in life. In a sense, Sara felt stronger and more confident than she had ever felt with her daring, wild streak taking roots. Imprinting along her brain. Along with that wild, rebellious streak that took a hold, Sara felt that on occasion she had the mentality of a bad girl. And had proved this on many occasions. By pushing the limits! Mainly due to the fact that she had a huge crush on her older sister, Laurel's boyfriend, Oliver Queen.

At first, it was a friendly hello while passing by as her sister, Laurel and Oliver would hang out. Later that friendly hello turned towards a more inviting calling that displayed a casual case of flirting with Oliver, nothing beyond that. Sara did that just to see Laurel make that face. You know, the expression a person makes when he or she gets flustered. This was nothing more than good old sister rivalry. Laurel was just a few years older than Sara, but the two of them always had sibling scrabbles over something. Whether it was new clothes, something materialistic, to the extent of certain jealousy acts mixed with rebellious actions. Sara would win some battles, whereas Laurel would win the majority of them. However, there were times if Sara didn't listen, or obey big sister rules, their father Quentin Lance would put the law down, hard and heavy. As the years went on, any time Sara got into trouble that involved her sister, or some other activity that Laurel didn't agree too. Sara began to rebel. Feeling as if it was her God given right to do so! So that her voice could be heard! Not left behind.

To fight back, not involving anything physical. Sara started seeking out certain interests that Laurel had at one point and pursued it with her own fire. Actions that weren't necessarily actions that should have been taken on. But the need was there, so she felt obligated in doing so. Sara took precautions to make sure that she wouldn't get caught. One of those particular interests, was someone who was considered off limits. However, casually flirting never hurt. Right? It wasn't until, Oliver Queen started to repay the flirts Sara had given him with his own. Once that activity started, Sara and Oliver had clicked, quite literally. Maybe it was because Laurel was forcing something onto Oliver? That he wasn't ready for? Who knew. Sara only knew the signs she saw form between Oliver and her sister, from the time she'd see how they'd converse with one another. While watching them, she'd conjure up ideas as to what she would like to do with Oliver Queen. At the same time, there was that nagging voice in the back of Sara's mind that was constantly trying to sway her to not get involved and leave whatever business going on between Oliver and Laurel as is. Perhaps it was the effect of having a guilty consciousness? The naivety of Sara's mind at that point in her life didn't always choose the most logical path to follow. She knew what was considered right verses wrong. And to always cover her tracks so that whatever action she made, didn't get her caught. But something happened one night... some force persuaded Sara to do something she had never even fathomed before. Never thought would even be possible. Somehow, whether it was fate or something else, Sara and Oliver managed to hook up behind Laurel's back and have a relationship begin to kindle.

Just to see how far this relationship would kindle, Oliver invited Sara to go on a sail with him and his father, on their family yacht, called 'The Gambit.' To get away from it all. To start fresh. Sara's giddiness, overpowered any voice of reason that may have been trying to tell her that in doing this would cause an issue later with her sister. Gladly accepted Oliver Queen's offer and joined him and his father on a nightly sail out to sea.

It didn't seem like many days had passed, as Sara Lance approached Oliver standing along the docks greeting him with a warm smile. She felt their time shared on this voyage at sea, was going to be the highlight of their lives. Feeling the pull of a calling cast Oliver's way, from his father, Mr. Robert Queen. She knew it was time to board. With Oliver Queen at her side, Sara felt high as a kite! The two of them had done the impossible! Neither one of them had gotten caught! Sara returned the smile Oliver had cast her way as they boarded, 'The Gambit'.

As the yacht pulled away from the dock and the scenery of Starling City faded from view. Sara and Oliver went to their private cabin to spend some quality time with one another. Sara couldn't help but give in to the butterfly effect that had her connected at the hip with Oliver. She couldn't recall of a time in her life that she had this much fun and excitement! Sara actually thought for once in her life, something grand had been granted and earned. What could possibly go wrong? Little did she and Oliver know, the yacht they boarded would be their last ticket to paradise. The trip would be cut off sooner than planned as, 'The Gambit', got caught up in a horrific, violent sea bound storm.

The storm? Seemed to appear from nowhere! There was a sudden and abrupt hard rocking of the vessel. When the wave that struck the yacht passed, the unnerving sensation of being tossed, flipped and tumbled without warning caught the both of them by surprise. The harshness of mother nature's reality, decided to make it's presence known, pushing and separating Oliver and Sara away from one another. And in instant, Sara was forcibly, pulled away from him. Screaming Oliver's name as she was sent spiraling down into the cold, unknown sea bound waters of the violent sea. As Sara's environment changed drastically, she fought with all her might to keep afloat, along the surface. As powerful waves, smacked and pummeled against her frail body. With the sense of impending doom, Sara watched in horror and disbelief as the yacht she was on, sank quickly due to the violent storm. The wind causing the waves of water to whip wildly all about her. Was what silenced her screams of calling out for both Oliver and Mr. Queen. She couldn't see Oliver or his father, let alone the crew members that had been on board. She couldn't help but feel scared, lost and completely alone as she did her best to tread water. Sara couldn't help but feel as if she had been dealt a hard hand of punishment, for her actions behind her sister's back. Actions that had a steep price. A price she was certain she could not pay.


Present time

Located somewhere back in the states, Sara Lance stood hidden in a down pour of rainfall that seemed endless. Every part of her body, from head to toe was being hammered hard with horizontal rain being pushed around with violent, howling winds. She was right dab, in the center of a passing storm. Lost to some deep, forgotten thoughts in a not so distant past. What was it about storm filled nights? That kept Sara on edge? Was it because of being separated from someone known, to feel as if she was the only survivor of that shipwreck? Constantly reliving the sensation of drowning, with no form of rescue coming. That if she wanted to live, she had to survive by beating that storm with everything she is. Storms since that fated night constantly pulled Sara back to that place in the past. A past that has forever haunted her to present day. Unanswered questions that leaned towards fate. Or was it indeed fate that made Sara and Oliver take that path? Sara closed her eyes, trying to let that memory become washed away with the sensation of the pelleting rain, pounding against her face. Long, drenched hair plastered across her features as she could feel the storm, slowly passing by. Allowing her other senses to become magnify her surroundings. The sound of the falling rain had almost removed the sound of something whooshing by her body. As if a strong, draft of wind was blowing by. Perhaps it was the familiar sound of wind whipping closer to her body, in the form of an assault. That made her realize an oncoming attack was coming her way. The sound, caused Sara to react by blocking what she heard coming hard at her side. Again the sound repeated, but in a multitude of short, hard jabs aimed at her upper torso, as the rain continued to hammer down around the two souls now fighting one another. Each attacking jab sent her way, Sara blocked with the backsides of her arms, hands and body. Forcing her silent attacker to move backwards, against their own footing. Sara's attacker may of thought that she had been distracted by the storm. When in fact it was perhaps a sixth sense she had gained in training, after her untimely and unscheduled departure from the uncharted adventures she had on Lian Yu. Sara had been rescued at one point, taken away from the island, Lian Yu to a place called Nanda Parbat. A place, that became Sara's home for two years. A place where Sara Lance trained hard in Nanda Parbat, gaining a talent that has helped her grow stronger, become more confident in herself, to be able to defend herself and others if needs be. As well as take and snuff out any lives that dared to take her own. The strained crack along bones had been struck just right, as her assailant cried out in agony. Without a single thought to change her mind, she had silenced her attacker. Ending his life in an instance. To where in another life, she would never of dreamed of harming another in order to survive.

Hunger.......Hunt......Prey.......Hunger That was all that it ever concerned itself with. All that he ever concerned himself with.The hunger was ever present, insatiable. So powerful that it had sent itself on a journey across the stars, bringing it's presence and gifts to countless worlds and reaping it's harvest. Yet no matter how many worlds fell, no matter how many souls it fed upon, it was never enough. Never enough to sate it's appetite, never enough to sate his appetite. A dozen star systems had fallen to him, billions of souls enthralled to his will. When would it be enough? If not billions? Trillions even? Perhaps it would never be. Perhaps it was the nature of the universe, for a being like him.

Go. Find me new prey. Find someone worthy of facing me. Those were the order-thoughts that were a constant in it's mind. Out there somewhere was being that could perhaps sate the hunger-lust, perhaps a being that could finally put an end to this constant need. It hurtled through the vast emptiness of space, accompanied by three of it's brood-siblings. Retracting and swinging it's giant tendrils back and forth releasing small burst of psionic energy that helped to project it through space. It seemed impossible for creatures of their size to be able to move through the void at such speed, each of them were massive in length, nearly three hundred and fifty meters in both length and width, their scaly flesh resistant to the deep freeze. They were each moving at speeds of hundreds of thousands of miles. Any deep space scanners would have recognized them as nothing more than meteors or comets, passing harmlessly through space.

That was not the case. They were hunters, in search of prey and food. Their hive like mind probed for any trace of sentient life, spreading out a search pattern that stretched across the entirety of the Sol System. Prey each of them pulsed to one another, their sensor-minds tingling with strong traces of sentient thought. Somewhere around seven billion in fact. They had found food finally, their search bringing them to a new world. A blue world. The hunters sped up their pace, hurtling themselves faster and faster, putting themselves on a direct course for the world known as Earth.