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would your rank your opinions of Tom King, Scott Snyder and Grant Morrison?
1. Tom King
2. Scott Snyder
Dead to me: Grant Morrison
@Star Lord
Feel free to interpret the Nova Corps however you need for your story.
So far as the GLC... they're basically Interpol. I can't see them having a standing agreement with the Ravagers. I could see one or more Green Lanterns maintaining confidential informants inside a group like a Ravagers, but piracy and the mafia are the main things that my Green Lantern story is focused on from a law enforcement angle.
Feel free to interpret the Nova Corps however you need for your story.
So far as the GLC... they're basically Interpol. I can't see them having a standing agreement with the Ravagers. I could see one or more Green Lanterns maintaining confidential informants inside a group like a Ravagers, but piracy and the mafia are the main things that my Green Lantern story is focused on from a law enforcement angle.
In the greater cosmos, the people are protected by two sides in the interstellar justice system; the Lanterns who investigate crimes and the local authorities who prosecute the offenders. The call came in at nine seventeen, Oa Standard Time. Hikers in a park had uncovered a body on a planet inside Sector 2814. That makes it my problem. My name is Kai-ro. I carry a ring.
The heat greeted Kai-ro the second that he'd stepped out of the Sentinel, already feeling himself beginning to sweat as his body reacted to being far and away from the regulated environment of the space patrol cruiser. Raising his right hand, a green energy field enveloped the small boy's form.
He took flight. It was still raining ash, black tendrils continuing to rise from smoldering bits of wrecked buildings around where firefighters and engineers continued to labor at extinguishing the fire and repairing services to the surrounding parts that were still habitable.
Following the coordinates that had been provided him, the Tibetan youth landed in a wooded area on the far side of the planet from the city where the freighter had gone down. The park area was decently marked, with trails splitting off in three directions. The area wasn't too well kept, but there wasn't a lot of overgrowth either. Looking around, the boy could see a handful of hikers. And it was afternoon on a Wednesday. Safe to assume this was a fairly well trafficked area. A rather public place for a random body to simply appear.
Their Jane Doe was lying under a white tarp, buried in a shallow grave at the foot of a slight, rolling hill that was blanketed in leaves. Unusually heavy rainfall for this area had washed out the top soil and exposed the remains. A family of campers had literally stumbled across the corpse playing frisbee. They'd called the local cops, who'd called the Green Lanterns when their field analysis revealed the body wasn't native to this planet.
Jane Doe had definitely seen better days. Heat, parasites, predation, and a number of other factors contributing to a rather harshly decomposed body. The visual alone was disquieting. The smell was outright horrific. Even with the ring reinforcing the training that he had received, Kai-ro had to pause in order to process and center his thoughts several times as he examined the area around the body.
Waves of green light bathed over the corpse. A three-dimensional graphic projected as the boy used the ring to conduct a cursory analysis of the body.
The knife blade had broken off between the third and fourth rib took the mystery out of murder. She'd been stabbed. Five, maybe seven times, judging by nicks in the bone.
Excavating the body carefully, the boy worked methodically. There was evidence of clothing that had been produced using a synthetic polymer, the recycling technology producing a stable - if temporary - fiber that hadn't held up well so that there were only tatters of disintegrating fabric to try and guess at what Jane Doe had been wearing.
The ring of silicone around her wrist was a different story.
A wristband for entrance into a club.
The green constructs evaporated as the emerald light seemed to retract back into the ring on the child's hand. Crouching down, the boy carefully brushed a bit of soil away from where the faint outline of a logo was still distinguishable on the silicone band.
"Why is it every time a Lantern needs something from me, it involves something a year dead and decaying?"
Hildabrant von Buron was, among many other things, an autopsy technician and a qualified coroner. She was also something of a legend in the medical community. During the Bolovaxian crisis, the fiery red head had been an enlisted medic who had been among the first responders to the Bolovax Vik massacre. Images of her running the battlefield and dragging injured back with her had made her something of a poster girl of the war and earned her the name 'Hot Ice Hilda,' a moniker that had stuck with her through the decades even though few living today knew of the iconic image of a red headed medic sprinting under fire with a Bolovaxian twice her size over her shoulders.
Today, Hilda's red hair had hints of steel gray at the temples.
"Because the guy that was shot on the street this morning bores you," Ch'p answered flatly, giving a faint nod to another body that lay under a white sheet on the morgue rack behind the woman.
Hilda merely scoffed in reply, the woman working meticulously over the decomposed remains of Jane Doe. "This was a farm girl," the coroner noted aloud.
Jane Doe was a Graxian. Or, part Graxian anyway. It made Graxos V the next logical step in the investigation, though Kai-ro noted the description of Jane Doe's probable origin. They could isolate their inquiry to the rural areas of Graxos.
"Ah," Hilda murmured, pausing to look at a reading on the board before she raised her head up. "From what's left, I'd estimate cause of death to be internal hemorrhaging, from multiple stab wounds to the chest and neck."
"How long has she been dead?"
"Ballpark estimate? Thirteen months," Hilda replied, picking up a datapad and making a few annotations. When she'd finished, the woman held the electronic clipboard out for Kai-ro to take. "Seventeeth rotation of the solar equinox is going on the certificate. Give or take a day... two days in either direction."
Nodding, the boy took the medical examiners report. "Anything on the weapon?" the H'lven asked, landing on top of Kai-ro's shoulder.
"Surprisingly, yes," Hilda answered, turning behind her to pick up the tray containing the sliver of metal.
"I've had to remove these from bodies before. It's an Graxian shiv," the red headed medic reported, setting the tray aside and then reaching over to call up a display of a knife on the monitor at her work station. Gesturing to the image, the woman added, "People use them for hunting and fishing. They're relatively cheap and made for mass production, so the blade isn't of the best quality. Tends to break off when it strikes bone. Makes for a nasty fishing accident."
"That sounds like a dead end," Kai-ro noted aloud. He didn't need to calculate the probability of trying to track the purchase of such a common place weapon, though the overlay supplied by the ring was already doing that calculation for him.
The answer was, the changes were very, very low.
"What about the clothing?" Ch'p asked, ignoring Kai-ro as the H'lven read the coroner's report from over the boy's shoulder.
"That was very badly decomposed, but I was able to recover a couple of fiber strands," Hilda noted. "The fiber is composed of a synthetic polymer of unstable atoms," the woman noted, highlighting a molecular structure on a monitor overhead. "I've never seen a matrix like it."
Kai-ro looked up, and was surprised to recognize the image on the screen. "We have," the boy remarked, exchanging a look with Ch'p.
G R E E N L A N T E R N
"MARY JANE'S LAST DANCE" || PART IV || POST THEME (@Lord Wraith remix)The heat greeted Kai-ro the second that he'd stepped out of the Sentinel, already feeling himself beginning to sweat as his body reacted to being far and away from the regulated environment of the space patrol cruiser. Raising his right hand, a green energy field enveloped the small boy's form.
He took flight. It was still raining ash, black tendrils continuing to rise from smoldering bits of wrecked buildings around where firefighters and engineers continued to labor at extinguishing the fire and repairing services to the surrounding parts that were still habitable.
Following the coordinates that had been provided him, the Tibetan youth landed in a wooded area on the far side of the planet from the city where the freighter had gone down. The park area was decently marked, with trails splitting off in three directions. The area wasn't too well kept, but there wasn't a lot of overgrowth either. Looking around, the boy could see a handful of hikers. And it was afternoon on a Wednesday. Safe to assume this was a fairly well trafficked area. A rather public place for a random body to simply appear.
Their Jane Doe was lying under a white tarp, buried in a shallow grave at the foot of a slight, rolling hill that was blanketed in leaves. Unusually heavy rainfall for this area had washed out the top soil and exposed the remains. A family of campers had literally stumbled across the corpse playing frisbee. They'd called the local cops, who'd called the Green Lanterns when their field analysis revealed the body wasn't native to this planet.
Jane Doe had definitely seen better days. Heat, parasites, predation, and a number of other factors contributing to a rather harshly decomposed body. The visual alone was disquieting. The smell was outright horrific. Even with the ring reinforcing the training that he had received, Kai-ro had to pause in order to process and center his thoughts several times as he examined the area around the body.
Waves of green light bathed over the corpse. A three-dimensional graphic projected as the boy used the ring to conduct a cursory analysis of the body.
The knife blade had broken off between the third and fourth rib took the mystery out of murder. She'd been stabbed. Five, maybe seven times, judging by nicks in the bone.
Excavating the body carefully, the boy worked methodically. There was evidence of clothing that had been produced using a synthetic polymer, the recycling technology producing a stable - if temporary - fiber that hadn't held up well so that there were only tatters of disintegrating fabric to try and guess at what Jane Doe had been wearing.
The ring of silicone around her wrist was a different story.
A wristband for entrance into a club.
The green constructs evaporated as the emerald light seemed to retract back into the ring on the child's hand. Crouching down, the boy carefully brushed a bit of soil away from where the faint outline of a logo was still distinguishable on the silicone band.
"Why is it every time a Lantern needs something from me, it involves something a year dead and decaying?"
Hildabrant von Buron was, among many other things, an autopsy technician and a qualified coroner. She was also something of a legend in the medical community. During the Bolovaxian crisis, the fiery red head had been an enlisted medic who had been among the first responders to the Bolovax Vik massacre. Images of her running the battlefield and dragging injured back with her had made her something of a poster girl of the war and earned her the name 'Hot Ice Hilda,' a moniker that had stuck with her through the decades even though few living today knew of the iconic image of a red headed medic sprinting under fire with a Bolovaxian twice her size over her shoulders.
Today, Hilda's red hair had hints of steel gray at the temples.
"Because the guy that was shot on the street this morning bores you," Ch'p answered flatly, giving a faint nod to another body that lay under a white sheet on the morgue rack behind the woman.
Hilda merely scoffed in reply, the woman working meticulously over the decomposed remains of Jane Doe. "This was a farm girl," the coroner noted aloud.
Jane Doe was a Graxian. Or, part Graxian anyway. It made Graxos V the next logical step in the investigation, though Kai-ro noted the description of Jane Doe's probable origin. They could isolate their inquiry to the rural areas of Graxos.
"Ah," Hilda murmured, pausing to look at a reading on the board before she raised her head up. "From what's left, I'd estimate cause of death to be internal hemorrhaging, from multiple stab wounds to the chest and neck."
"How long has she been dead?"
"Ballpark estimate? Thirteen months," Hilda replied, picking up a datapad and making a few annotations. When she'd finished, the woman held the electronic clipboard out for Kai-ro to take. "Seventeeth rotation of the solar equinox is going on the certificate. Give or take a day... two days in either direction."
Nodding, the boy took the medical examiners report. "Anything on the weapon?" the H'lven asked, landing on top of Kai-ro's shoulder.
"Surprisingly, yes," Hilda answered, turning behind her to pick up the tray containing the sliver of metal.
"I've had to remove these from bodies before. It's an Graxian shiv," the red headed medic reported, setting the tray aside and then reaching over to call up a display of a knife on the monitor at her work station. Gesturing to the image, the woman added, "People use them for hunting and fishing. They're relatively cheap and made for mass production, so the blade isn't of the best quality. Tends to break off when it strikes bone. Makes for a nasty fishing accident."
"That sounds like a dead end," Kai-ro noted aloud. He didn't need to calculate the probability of trying to track the purchase of such a common place weapon, though the overlay supplied by the ring was already doing that calculation for him.
The answer was, the changes were very, very low.
"What about the clothing?" Ch'p asked, ignoring Kai-ro as the H'lven read the coroner's report from over the boy's shoulder.
"That was very badly decomposed, but I was able to recover a couple of fiber strands," Hilda noted. "The fiber is composed of a synthetic polymer of unstable atoms," the woman noted, highlighting a molecular structure on a monitor overhead. "I've never seen a matrix like it."
Kai-ro looked up, and was surprised to recognize the image on the screen. "We have," the boy remarked, exchanging a look with Ch'p.
The spire collapsed.
The building shuddered, breaking apart as its foundation gave way. A cloud of dust and debris swept upward, further obscuring the billowing clouds of ash and smoke as the former high rise became flush with the street.
A green flicker.
Rising from out of the column of smoke, the emerald light resonated as it ascended toward the sky. It was a clenched fist, punching it's way out from within the crumbling darkness. In the center of the construct, the boy shielded the woman in his arms.
The green construct peeled away as the boy craned his head back. Aya's voice cued in his mind the same instant that his ring began feeding him information about a massive subspace displacement wave detected moving into the Omicron Ceti system.
A vessel just seemed to appear overhead.
The majestic white vessel with it's distinctive pink starbust immediately identifying it as a hospital ship of the Interstellar Committee of the Star Sapphire, an organization composed of healers and counselors dedicated to the ideal of doctors without borders.
More ships were shooting into orbit of the planet now. Green Lantern Sentinel-class patrol cruisers. A Nova Corps Signifer-class cruiser.
A large Bolovaxian cut an imposing figure through the air, as the Green Lantern known as Kilowog made his way toward where Kai-ro was passing the woman off to a doctor in a pink-and-white uniform of the Star Sapphires.
"Is there anyone else in there?" the woman asked.
The look in the eyes that the boy had briefly connected with flashed through the child's mind. "No," the young Green Lantern answered simply.
An easy answer.
A hard reality.
"There's no one else."
THREE DAYS LATER
"Startling new video released today amid new allegations that the regime of President Oub'x has used chemical weapons in the ongoing civil unrest between the Oub'x government and the H'lven rebels. The Nova Corps has made no official statement regarding these new allegations, while a spokesman for the Green Lantern Corps stated that the Corps will continue its ongoing investigation into sapient rights violations by the Oub'x government."
"In other news, the Interstellar Transportation Safety Board has commenced official investigation into the terrestrial crash of a commercial star-freighter on Omicron Ceti IV, the casualties from which are now estimated at around 2,900 dead and another 6,000 wounded."
"We go now to our own Saint Walker, on location at Omicron Ceti IV. Saint?"
"Thank you, Jorus. I'm here with Doctor Yrra Cynril of the Star Sapphire. Doctor, could you describe for us..."
With a grunt, the small chipmunk-like alien got up and floated through the air toward the kitchenette.
Omicron Ceti IV was a right mess, but the situation had stabilized enough to where the GLC and Nova Corps were starting to pull back and allow the planet's own civil authorities to handle their shit. Planetary authorities were continuing to examine the wreckage, though the ITSB was taking over the official investigation into the cause of the crash.
The H'lven pulled down a thimble-sized coffee cup, pouring himself a shot of Joe as the diminutive Green Lantern drifted about the interior of the patrol cruiser.
The kid was still passed out in his bunk.
Returning to the small work area, the H'lven sipped at his coffee, paying scant attention to the ongoing news cycle as he tried to organize the various forms and reports that would have to be ordered into field notes. And, eventually, something at least passingly resembling a report about the initial situation that they had arrived into on Omicron Ceti IV.
Especially with that fracking Saint Walker poozer down there, questioning if any of the Green Lantern's actions contributed to the massive property damage.
Just what was that guy's problem, anyway?
Green Lantern Ch'p, there is a subspace communication from the civil authorities of Omicron Ceti IV.
Another sip of coffee. "Patch it through," the squirrel-like alien uttered, lowering the thimble-cup away. Raising his head back, Ch'p raised his voice as he said, "This is Green Lantern."
The face of a young rookie cop filled the screen. "This is Deputy Jorus of the Omicron Ceti Sheriff's Department," the young man said, introducing himself. "Normally we wouldn't bother the Green Lanterns with a routine detail such as this, but the ITSB investigation has pulled away a lot of our detectives."
"What you got, Corporal?"
"Well, sir... we've got a body."
The H'lven side-eyed where the Tibetan monk was still sleeping in.
"I'll have someone right there."
The building shuddered, breaking apart as its foundation gave way. A cloud of dust and debris swept upward, further obscuring the billowing clouds of ash and smoke as the former high rise became flush with the street.
A green flicker.
Rising from out of the column of smoke, the emerald light resonated as it ascended toward the sky. It was a clenched fist, punching it's way out from within the crumbling darkness. In the center of the construct, the boy shielded the woman in his arms.
The green construct peeled away as the boy craned his head back. Aya's voice cued in his mind the same instant that his ring began feeding him information about a massive subspace displacement wave detected moving into the Omicron Ceti system.
A vessel just seemed to appear overhead.
The majestic white vessel with it's distinctive pink starbust immediately identifying it as a hospital ship of the Interstellar Committee of the Star Sapphire, an organization composed of healers and counselors dedicated to the ideal of doctors without borders.
More ships were shooting into orbit of the planet now. Green Lantern Sentinel-class patrol cruisers. A Nova Corps Signifer-class cruiser.
A large Bolovaxian cut an imposing figure through the air, as the Green Lantern known as Kilowog made his way toward where Kai-ro was passing the woman off to a doctor in a pink-and-white uniform of the Star Sapphires.
"Is there anyone else in there?" the woman asked.
The look in the eyes that the boy had briefly connected with flashed through the child's mind. "No," the young Green Lantern answered simply.
An easy answer.
A hard reality.
"There's no one else."
G R E E N L A N T E R N
"MARY JANE'S LAST DANCE" || PART III || POST THEMETHREE DAYS LATER
"Startling new video released today amid new allegations that the regime of President Oub'x has used chemical weapons in the ongoing civil unrest between the Oub'x government and the H'lven rebels. The Nova Corps has made no official statement regarding these new allegations, while a spokesman for the Green Lantern Corps stated that the Corps will continue its ongoing investigation into sapient rights violations by the Oub'x government."
"In other news, the Interstellar Transportation Safety Board has commenced official investigation into the terrestrial crash of a commercial star-freighter on Omicron Ceti IV, the casualties from which are now estimated at around 2,900 dead and another 6,000 wounded."
"We go now to our own Saint Walker, on location at Omicron Ceti IV. Saint?"
"Thank you, Jorus. I'm here with Doctor Yrra Cynril of the Star Sapphire. Doctor, could you describe for us..."
With a grunt, the small chipmunk-like alien got up and floated through the air toward the kitchenette.
Omicron Ceti IV was a right mess, but the situation had stabilized enough to where the GLC and Nova Corps were starting to pull back and allow the planet's own civil authorities to handle their shit. Planetary authorities were continuing to examine the wreckage, though the ITSB was taking over the official investigation into the cause of the crash.
The H'lven pulled down a thimble-sized coffee cup, pouring himself a shot of Joe as the diminutive Green Lantern drifted about the interior of the patrol cruiser.
The kid was still passed out in his bunk.
Returning to the small work area, the H'lven sipped at his coffee, paying scant attention to the ongoing news cycle as he tried to organize the various forms and reports that would have to be ordered into field notes. And, eventually, something at least passingly resembling a report about the initial situation that they had arrived into on Omicron Ceti IV.
Especially with that fracking Saint Walker poozer down there, questioning if any of the Green Lantern's actions contributed to the massive property damage.
Just what was that guy's problem, anyway?
Green Lantern Ch'p, there is a subspace communication from the civil authorities of Omicron Ceti IV.
Another sip of coffee. "Patch it through," the squirrel-like alien uttered, lowering the thimble-cup away. Raising his head back, Ch'p raised his voice as he said, "This is Green Lantern."
The face of a young rookie cop filled the screen. "This is Deputy Jorus of the Omicron Ceti Sheriff's Department," the young man said, introducing himself. "Normally we wouldn't bother the Green Lanterns with a routine detail such as this, but the ITSB investigation has pulled away a lot of our detectives."
"What you got, Corporal?"
"Well, sir... we've got a body."
The H'lven side-eyed where the Tibetan monk was still sleeping in.
"I'll have someone right there."
Okay, I know there's always arguments about Superman keeping his secret ID. I can live with him just putting glasses on and it changes everything... usually. Though when he's built like a weightlifting champion how does he maintain his secret identity?
Christopher Reeve does a good job of demonstrating how glasses and posture can visually change a person in this clip
youtube.com/watch?v=BIaF0QKtY0c
"You are an old soul, child..."
Two floors down. Left at the seated Buddha. Right past the golden tapestry. Inside the third door.
For as long as he could remember, Kai-ro dreamed of a place inside the temple that he had never been. A wing damaged during the Chinese invasion of Tibet. It was forbidden to pass down those halls. He had never been there.
Except in his dreams.
...had it been a dream?
The memories were so vivid. So real. Hallways that were just as they were in his dreams.
Inside the third door was a room. Empty, except that hadn't always been the case. Someone had lived there.
...had he lived there?
The back corner concealed a loose floorboard. There was a box underneath a coarse piece of canvas. It had been waiting for Kai-ro to find it.
Or had Kai-ro been waiting for it to find him?
He knew what lay inside it, even though he had never opened the box. Not even in his dreams. It was a ring. A single jade ring.
Kai-ro was one of the young monks who was believed to be the reincarnation of a teacher. But which teacher? It was a question that the elders seemed at an impasse to decide, even as Kai-ro grew older.
"You are an old soul, child. The question is, whose soul?"
"KID!"
Ch'p and Aya's panicked voices permeated the thick fog that seemed to be suffocating him.
Which, for the record, was not helping matters.
Green light pierced the darkness, illuminating the wreckage as the emerald hued figure pushed himself up. A large slab of concrete and rebar rested on top of the young figure, a collapse of the floors above him having sandwiched Kai-ro between several layers of a building that was teetering on the verse of a complete structural failure.
Except there was a lifesign, buried far within. Someone was still in here.
Someone had to help.
On his hands and knees, the child coughed as he tried to get his bearings. The wind had been knocked out of him, and now he found himself struggling to catch his breath. His vision was blurry. A sense of vertigo washed over him, as he could feel his consciousness start slipping...
Aya's voice interjected inside of his head. Your physiology is still that of a juvenile of your species, Green Lantern. Your ability to maintain this level of activity is not sustainable without considerable risk.
Breathe in.
"In brightest day..."
Breathe out.
"...in darkest night..." As he spoke, he seemed to find a second wind. The Tibetan boy's brown eyes flashed with an otherworldly, eldritch light as they turned a brilliant shade of green. Slowly, the boy rose to his feet. The large slab of concrete falling from off his back as he casually came up from the ground.
How many hours now? Five? Ten? Twelve?
He didn't know. It didn't matter. There was still more work to be done. There were still more people who cried for help.
The boy felt his nose running. Sniffling, he brought his hand up to his nose and saw his fingers stained red as they came away from his face.
Omicron Ceti IV needed a hero.
Instead, it had a ten year old with a gaudy fashion accessory.
Swallowing, the boy tasted the acrid copper on the back of his throat. Steeling himself, he pushed further inside the collapsing building. A sweep of a green hand lifted debris out of the way, revealing the huddled and broken form of an older woman crumpled to the floor.
Cradling the woman in his arms, the child's green aura began to spread across the stranger's body.
She was still alive. She was still here.
Kai-ro wasn't a hero. But maybe he could make a difference.
The boy started to lift the woman up from the floor when he heard the sound.
People breathing.
He turned his head. His eyes connected with theirs. People. Ordinary, normal people. Frightened people. Huddled together in a corner, unable to move. Unable to run. Unable to make a sound.
The building came down on top of them before Kai-ro could even open his mouth.
Two floors down. Left at the seated Buddha. Right past the golden tapestry. Inside the third door.
For as long as he could remember, Kai-ro dreamed of a place inside the temple that he had never been. A wing damaged during the Chinese invasion of Tibet. It was forbidden to pass down those halls. He had never been there.
Except in his dreams.
...had it been a dream?
The memories were so vivid. So real. Hallways that were just as they were in his dreams.
Inside the third door was a room. Empty, except that hadn't always been the case. Someone had lived there.
...had he lived there?
The back corner concealed a loose floorboard. There was a box underneath a coarse piece of canvas. It had been waiting for Kai-ro to find it.
Or had Kai-ro been waiting for it to find him?
He knew what lay inside it, even though he had never opened the box. Not even in his dreams. It was a ring. A single jade ring.
Kai-ro was one of the young monks who was believed to be the reincarnation of a teacher. But which teacher? It was a question that the elders seemed at an impasse to decide, even as Kai-ro grew older.
"You are an old soul, child. The question is, whose soul?"
G R E E N L A N T E R N
"MARY JANE'S LAST DANCE" || PART II || POST THEME"KID!"
Ch'p and Aya's panicked voices permeated the thick fog that seemed to be suffocating him.
Which, for the record, was not helping matters.
Green light pierced the darkness, illuminating the wreckage as the emerald hued figure pushed himself up. A large slab of concrete and rebar rested on top of the young figure, a collapse of the floors above him having sandwiched Kai-ro between several layers of a building that was teetering on the verse of a complete structural failure.
Except there was a lifesign, buried far within. Someone was still in here.
Someone had to help.
On his hands and knees, the child coughed as he tried to get his bearings. The wind had been knocked out of him, and now he found himself struggling to catch his breath. His vision was blurry. A sense of vertigo washed over him, as he could feel his consciousness start slipping...
Aya's voice interjected inside of his head. Your physiology is still that of a juvenile of your species, Green Lantern. Your ability to maintain this level of activity is not sustainable without considerable risk.
Breathe in.
"In brightest day..."
Breathe out.
"...in darkest night..." As he spoke, he seemed to find a second wind. The Tibetan boy's brown eyes flashed with an otherworldly, eldritch light as they turned a brilliant shade of green. Slowly, the boy rose to his feet. The large slab of concrete falling from off his back as he casually came up from the ground.
How many hours now? Five? Ten? Twelve?
He didn't know. It didn't matter. There was still more work to be done. There were still more people who cried for help.
The boy felt his nose running. Sniffling, he brought his hand up to his nose and saw his fingers stained red as they came away from his face.
Omicron Ceti IV needed a hero.
Instead, it had a ten year old with a gaudy fashion accessory.
Swallowing, the boy tasted the acrid copper on the back of his throat. Steeling himself, he pushed further inside the collapsing building. A sweep of a green hand lifted debris out of the way, revealing the huddled and broken form of an older woman crumpled to the floor.
Cradling the woman in his arms, the child's green aura began to spread across the stranger's body.
She was still alive. She was still here.
Kai-ro wasn't a hero. But maybe he could make a difference.
The boy started to lift the woman up from the floor when he heard the sound.
People breathing.
He turned his head. His eyes connected with theirs. People. Ordinary, normal people. Frightened people. Huddled together in a corner, unable to move. Unable to run. Unable to make a sound.
The building came down on top of them before Kai-ro could even open his mouth.
@Blue Demon
How do you want the Shi'ar to fit into the universe at large?
My only idea at the moment are that Sector 1014 (H'lven's home sector, the planet that Ch'p and B'dg are from) is basically in a Syrian Civil War that the GLC and Nova Corps are working together to contain, though for now it's just a background element that will be fleshed out over time. The Shi'ar could be completely absent or complicit or even a cause for the current situation. I'd leave it to you.
Everything else is just Kai-ro pulling over Skrulls for speeding, issuing Uatu a citation for loitering, and boldly going to donut shops across Sector 2814.
If she is accepted I'll work on how Shi'ar fits into the whole GLC, Nova Corps and other space faring military forces.
How do you want the Shi'ar to fit into the universe at large?
My only idea at the moment are that Sector 1014 (H'lven's home sector, the planet that Ch'p and B'dg are from) is basically in a Syrian Civil War that the GLC and Nova Corps are working together to contain, though for now it's just a background element that will be fleshed out over time. The Shi'ar could be completely absent or complicit or even a cause for the current situation. I'd leave it to you.
Everything else is just Kai-ro pulling over Skrulls for speeding, issuing Uatu a citation for loitering, and boldly going to donut shops across Sector 2814.
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