Let's go back to where it all began. How did Jack meet the Supersons? How did he become close with both Damian and Jon? This story will answer those questions. It will include 3 arcs, with the first one being 'Arrival', the second arc will be named...
Raxagron. A battlefield. Apokolips have been at war with the planet for years. The main city, Rarcadia, was now in ruins. Explosions kept rocking the citadel itself, where the last of the Raxagronians were, fighting to the bitter end. The first years of the War, Johonova Norantinotek led the fighting forces, with great success, almost beating Apokolips 3 years into the war. Today, that same General was in the Citadel of the council of Raxagron, where every civilian were... those who survived anyway. Fighting along side him, was his three sons that were left, Jakhaler, Jonovobos and Jaxon. Johonova had six children, 3 girls and 3 boys. the three girls, Jackelyne, died a noble hero, sacrificing her own life to save her siblings and Father from Kalibak, an obligation she set upon herself, being the oldest of the children. She killed Kalibak in the process as well as one of Apokolips most dangerous death squad as she blew the whole city of Rarcadia. The twins, Julyana and Judyana, died with their mother at a very young age at the start of the war, leaving Johonova with the last of his children. Johonova found himself in a desperate situation as he was forced to retreat to the city where his oldest daughter died in a last straw of the war. Something deep inside him kept telling him that the war has already been lost, but he won't stop and does not take no for an answer.
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(The Ruined City of Rarcadia, Raxagron's Main City)
"How's the situation?!" A distressed Johonova asked over the radio, but he heard but crackle. "Raxavonia! Report!" After a while, he finally gave up as he pounded on the radio. "Damn! Oh Help us Raxa..."
"What's the situation Dad?" A young Jakalher Norantinotek approached him.
"Raxavonia, Raxagron's second city... has fallen." Johonova sadly announced. '
"Any more cities we have left?"
"Raxacronica and Raxadronivey." Johonova sighed.
"Two left?" Jakalher eyes shot open. "That's it?"
"We almost won the war Three years ago..." Johonova pounded the desk near him.
"The head of the Vroboltagrobano family." Jakalher lowered his head. "Yeah, I remember."
"I remember..."
3 Years ago.
The house of Vroboltagro stood above the orange mountains of Raxagron's third city, Vrabocadia. Jakalher, his father Johonova and his older brother, Jonovobos were in the main hall of the main house, with the head of the house, Lord Vroboltagro.
"My lord." Johonova, and his two sons that were with him, bowed down before him. "We humbly request audience with you..."
"Request accepted." Lord Vroboltagro stood from his throne and approached them three. "Arise, my friend. It has been too long since we last met." He smiled as Johonova stood up followed by Jakhaler, and Jonovobos. "The head of the house of Norantinotek..."
"It has been quite the time, Walbrov." Johonova shook his hand. "This war has done its damages on our world... And I require your assistance."
"Assistance on what?" Lord Walbrov Vroboltagro raised a brow. "Your forces are suffice, aren't they?"
