The Phoenix (Here Comes This Rising Tide)

A/N: Hi! Welcome! Here is week one's installment of my promise to update every second week! I wrote it fast and it is unbeta'd, so all mistakes are mine. 

Bit of a warning: this contains major character death

When Captain Gerard Way came out of the Starspace gates at Corpheus, it was chaos. So many ships were in the air, it took a second for traffic control to notice that their ship was there.

"Captain Way! I mean- hailing The Phoenix. What brings you here?" The operator at the other end of the comm line had dropped all pretense of formality. That sort of thing happens when you're hailing from a planet that's rigged to explode sometime in the next 24 hours.

"We don't need to land, sir. Don't mind us," Gerard replied.

"Are you sure? Would you like us to send a hospitality speeder to your ship?" The operator asked eagerly. He sounded so young.

"No, thank you. You have a lot on your hands already."

The line was silent, and Gerard thought it had disconnected, but the operator softly said, "Are you here to rescue us?"

Gerard closed his eyes, heart heavy. "Just get all the civilian ships out of here, okay kid?"

"Okay." the line disconnected.

The view outside the window was beautiful. Corpheus was a planet almost completely covered with cities. The light pollution made it glow, a hazy light like cigarette smoke over the planet's surface. The horizon curved up along the bottom of the viewscreen, grey-brown and doomed.

Mikey came into the cockpit as Gerard maneuvered their small military vessel closer to the planet. Never in all their visits here had the Way brothers seen the airspace so crowded. Corpheus was the capital planet of an outer galaxy and was often bustling with cargo and tourism ships. But now, there were ships big and small floating around. They were all lined up in some sort of fashion, so many people trying to get off-planet.

Corpheus has been targeted by LUES, a political group that was trying to push for a more central government- by means of war. Plans for the attack had been leaked months ago, and the government entered into negotiation to prevent it. But a week ago they had hit a disagreement, and LUES dusted off their fabled planet-destroying weapon. Everyone scrambled to do something, the Way brothers included.

Gerard and Mikey Way had a reputation for being heroes. They had been involved in a lot of violent spats over the years, always coming out on top. Nobody knew where they came from. They flew a stolen ship and had little records. But they were excellent fliers and warriors, and every so often they would show up to defeat the evil, succeed, and then disappear for a random amount of time. So it was no surprise they were here.

"Do you have the co-ordinates of LUES' ship?" Mikey dropped into the copilot's chair with no amount of fanfare.

"You're supposed to find it, dipshit," Gerard replied, glancing fondly at his brother.

"You said you were keeping an eye on the radar, you absolute slime!" Mikey said, outraged.

"Yeah, but I need two eyes to drive, tentacleball," Gerard said, as he drifted to a traffic-free corner of the airspace.

Mikey grumbled but pulled up the holoscreen, finding the co-ords in seconds just like Gerard knew he would. "They're just on the other side of Crassa. Gate-jumping, so it's slow. Oh! Now they're nearing Odiosis!"

"That's not in the direction they're supposed to be going. What are they doing?" Gerard leaned over Mikey's shoulder, scanning the map for the blip that was LUES' prized ship.