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It is hard to damper the spirits of a Tamaranean, they were a notoriously hearty people and the young Korand'r was no acceptation. Despite his nearly countless failed attempts at cooking, dozens of ruined pots, the multiple pleas from his fellow teammates to quite, a handful of food sick friends, and one case of him somehow setting a pot of water on fire Korand'r was still as determined as he ever was to master the arts of preparing Earthly cuisine. So with a fire in his eye and a pep in his step, well a pep in his non-step seeing as the young alien was currently floating above the ground, Korand'r began gathering ingredients for another attempt at a cake. Milk, flour half a dozen eggs, cheese, ham, pretzels, chocolate chips, and half a pineapple were just a few of ingredients that the alien gathered and dumped into a large mixing bowl.

Korand'r was so consumed by the stirring of his "batter" that he was utterly oblivious to the fact that the whole of his team managed to gather behind him, well until they began to speak that is. Turning the young alien offered them his nearly trademark grin before speaking. "The good morning my friends!" His tone was as warm and kind as it always was, it never seeming to falter. As he listened to each of his teammates speak Korand'r didn't for a moment let up from his stirring, him mixing with such speed and force that in no time the once bowl of miscellaneous goods soon was all one uniform glob of goop. Dipping a finger in then quickly returning it to his mouth a look of pure bliss came over the orange fellows face. "Oh friends you must try the batter of the cake!" Korand'r said with glee, holding the bowl filled with the chunky orange yellow mix out towards his friends with excited eyes to see their take on his latest concoction.

But as if a higher power was at play in order to save the other young heroes' taste buds from the brutality that was Korand'r's cooking yet another alarm was set off through out the tower, and a burning stove was not the culprit this time. Quickly each of the so called Teen Titans received an alert of the communicators each of them were given informing them that there was bank robbery in progress. To what could only be relief for his teammates Korand'r set aside his toxic brew of would be cake then turned back to them. "It seems the day is in the need of saving!" The alien exclaimed valiantly, looking over each of his teammates with a grin. "Titans do the go!"

Central City, 10:37 AM

The day had started off like any other, the sounds of the city stirring to life as people began to bustle about and set off to start their daily lives. The sun shone brightly in the morning sky, its rays only being obscured by the occasional cloud that drifted by. Countless hordes of people scurried to and fro carrying out the thousands of tasks that made up their days. Cars revived their engines and honked their horns in dissatisfaction of being caught in the congestion of morning traffic. Despite the overall clamoring that coursed through the city there was a unmistakable calm, one felt as safe and secure on these streets as they would feel in their own home.

The peace that filled Central City was unfortunately absent in the recently formed young hero group known as the Teen Titans head quarters as a nearly deafening alarm rang out through the whole of the facility. Though they were quite the new group the team had already had their share of troubles to deal with so alarms such as this was nothing too new for them. The only question was what exactly was this one for? Was it another robbery in progress? Was there a hostage that the heroes needed to help defuse? Or was there some superpowered mad man running rampant in the city threating the lives of everyone? Unfortunately for the young heroes this alarm was sounding for a problem that was much closer to home.

"Cease you machine of fire and baked goods!" Was the words that bellowed from the orange hued young man that was known to the public as the hero Nova or rather to his fellow team mates as the alien Korand'r. The otherworlder was currently in a fight against the cloud of smoke that was pouring out of the stove that held what looked like a flaming pan. Korand'r managed to reach through the black fog grab the mini inferno of cookware and pull it out of the stove, this act may have been unimaginably painful for the average person but luckily for the young alien he was made of a sturdier stalk than most. He moved the flaming dish over to the sink and quickly stuck it under a flood of running water, effectively putting out the fire but doing nothing for either the smoke that still blanketed the room nor the alarm that roared through the base.

Korand'r looked down upon his charred, and now also soaked, attempt at cooking and let out a defeated sigh. The young man may have been quite the adept warrior on the battle field he was still very much in the dark when it came to the more domestic skills, especially those of the Earthly verity. "The making of the cake is quite challenging." He said to himself as he scrapped the remnants of his failed baked good into the trash. "But it is the challenge I will master!" Korand'r declared with vigor as he set out on retracing his steps of preparing cake batter, all the while as the fire alarms still went off around him.

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