INTERSTELLAR BATTLEFRONT: My Jouney Across The Universe

[A//N: Hello! This is a rework on my Original series, it holds the same premise, but a different setup. Hopefully you all enjoy it, sorry again for the change! But I still hope you like it all the same!.]

Wayne's consciousness stirred like ripples on still water, sluggish and uncertain. His eyelids felt like they were weighed down, his body heavier than it should be. He didn't remember going to sleep. He didn't remember feeling tired.

And yet… he was waking up.

The first thing that registered was the air. It was crisp, fresh, carrying a strange scent—something slightly sweet, almost electric, like the calm after a thunderstorm. Then came the feeling beneath him. Soft earth. Grass. He could feel the individual blades brushing against his fingertips.

Then, slowly, painfully, he forced his eyes open.

His breath hitched.

The sky was wrong.

Instead of the familiar blue he had seen every day of his life, an alien hue stretched above him—deep, swirling violet with streaks of silver, like someone had spilled molten metal across a canvas of twilight. Faint, wispy clouds drifted lazily, tinged with colors he didn't even have names for.

Panic crept into his chest. His body tensed.

This isn't right.

Wayne pushed himself up, muscles groaning in protest. His head throbbed, his vision tilting for a moment before steadying. He took a slow, deep breath, forcing himself to stay calm.

Okay. Think.

The last thing he remembered was…

His mind went blank.

He squeezed his eyes shut. Nothing. No recollection of where he had been before this. No memory of how he got here. He should be panicking more, but for some reason, something in his gut told him to wait.

And then—

A whisper.

No, not a whisper. A memory.

A voice, familiar yet distant.

"Wayne… I'm sorry. I have to do this. I don't have a choice."

His breath hitched. That voice—

"Please. Just trust me. It's the only way to keep you safe."

A sharp pain lanced through his skull, but more voices followed. Seven of them.

"Forgive us, Wayne."

"We didn't want this."

"We'll come for you. Just hold on."

"Please don't hate us."

"This isn't forever."

"Stay strong."

"We love you."

The voices blurred, overlapping, fading into an endless black void.

And then—nothing.

Wayne's eyes snapped open, breath coming in short, ragged gasps. His hands dug into the dirt, gripping it like an anchor to reality.

What… the hell was that?

His brother. Seven women. Apologies. Desperation. Something about keeping him safe.

It didn't make sense. None of it did.

Wayne swallowed hard, pushing himself to his feet, his legs slightly unsteady. His heart was pounding in his chest, his instincts screaming at him that something was wrong.

He forced himself to take in his surroundings.

A forest. But not like any he had seen before.

The trees were massive—trunks as wide as houses, stretching so high into the sky that he couldn't even see where they ended. The leaves shimmered faintly, catching the strange silver light from the sky above. The ground was covered in thick, soft moss, and in the distance, he could hear the faint rustling of creatures moving unseen.

Wayne exhaled slowly. This definitely wasn't Earth.

The realization sent a shiver down his spine.

He took stock of himself. No injuries. He was wearing the same clothes he usually did—simple jeans, a black hoodie, and sneakers. Everything seemed intact.

But that didn't answer the most important question.

Where the hell was he?

His stomach twisted as another thought hit him.

And how the hell does he get out of here?

Wayne turned in a slow circle, scanning the towering trees, trying to find any sign of a path, civilization—anything. But all he saw was endless forest, stretching far beyond what his eyes could follow.

Great. Just great.

He ran a hand through his hair, taking another slow breath. Panicking won't help. He needed a plan.

Step one: Find a way out of this forest.

Step two: Figure out where the hell he was.

Step three: Find answers.

Step four: Survive.

Easy, right?

Wayne let out a dry chuckle, shaking his head.

"Yeah. Sure."