Roger that. He was cute. She had seen enough war movies and TV shows to know what that meant. No witty remarks, no nonsense, focused, intense. These Green Lanterns really did come in every which flavor, didn't they? Her lips twisted and pursed slightly in an impatient quirk when his plan consisted of 'stick close'. But, really, it wasn't like she had any better plans to offer. "Who's your friend?" she tossed in, gesturing at the Watcher that loomed in the near distance. "They're good at being useless."
Kory quieted her idle thoughts as the next wave approached. She had to concede that the funnel was a good idea. This might just work. "You got it." She blasted the first oncoming meteor as it hit the next slope. Predictably, it broke down into smaller targets. Hopefully, whatever fragments got past them would be too small to cause any significant damage to the ships' shields. "Imperial city of Tamarus. Earth is my adopted home." Stewart may or may not know Tamaran was no more. But enough chit chat. They had things to blow up. A fierce grin came over Starfire's face as she let loose in a way she never truly could back on Earth. Out here, she had no collateral damage to worry about. On the contrary, any target she missed could compromise the precious lives and culture of the people of Ba'alagan. Not only were nearly all of the planet's survivors in those ships, but so were their libraries, their sacred objects and a large amount of priceless works of art from a mixture of cultures which had nearly thirty thousand years of uninterrupted history.
No wonder big head person in a skirt was dutifully Watching from a safe distance. This was a turning point for civilized life in this sector. And yet, Big Head was doing nothing to help. Kory really would have a few choice words for that Watcher if they stuck around after this.