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I'm down for whatever you wanna do, KL. You brought me here, I'm just following your lead. Seeing as how I just started up, tho, I'll be sticking with Thunder... obviously.
Mounting an ineffective offensive against the yellow sea monster his first time in front of Young Justice was bad enough, but taking another swing at the beast and getting swatted away like he was nothing before he could land a single blow had hurt his pride even more.

He’d tried to come back from his lightning strike gambit, but was rewarded for his hard-headedness by being knocked into a bench nearby on the dock, demolishing it with the strength of the monster’s hit.

By the time he’d managed to stumble up to his feet again, the she-beast had withdrawn, disappearing back into the ocean. Young Justice was regroup, apparently no other team member faring as well as he had, save maybe for the wolf-looking guy who had tried to make peace with the monster, and he’d been put through a boat for his trouble.

Now, though, the police had arrived in full force, cordoning off the area and beginning to question some of the Young Justice crew. He’d spotted one member off talking with an onlooker, and the wolf-man had managed to pull himself from the water and stomped back into the team’s transport, clearly upset with how events transpired.

He wasn’t the only one.

Thunder grumbles something under his breath, picking himself off and brushing the debris from his costume. With his costume restored to its almost-pristine look, he steps out of the pile of rubble that was once a public bench and makes his way over towards the team, intent on introducing himself like he had planned to do before everything with this sea monster had happened.

As he nears the group, he seems to grab their attention before even saying a word. He only realizes a moment later that it’s because of the lightning bolt adorning his chest, sparking wildly, no doubt in combination from his anger over the monster showing him up and his nervousness at meeting the team, a team he had for the longest time been hoping to join.

Courage of Achilles, remember? He reminds himself. Suddenly, jumping off of the Prudential Building back home seems like a piece of cake compared to this.

He comes to a stop in front of the group, rubbing the back of his neck and grabbing a piece of wood he missed previously.

“Uh… hi.” He greets, flicking the splinter of wood away and smiling shyly at the group, “I’m Thunder, Captain Marvel’s partner.”

No-one immediately responds, and his smile quickly turns into a frown, “…Captain Marvel mentioned me, right?”

Oh, Billy was gonna pay for getting his hopes up like this…
Crux couldn’t believe the sight before his eyes. Kyle Rayner, an orange construct belonging to Larfleeze, was flying right at him. It wasn’t possible—er, wasn’t probably, Kyle Rayner was far from immortal, but Crux had learned all he could about Larfleeze in the transit time between Oa and Euphoi. It was recorded that Larfleeze could only create and manipulate constructs of those he had killed, stealing their identity for his own repurposing. There was no report of Kyle Rayner meeting his demise, at least none that Crux had seen last time he checked.

And yet, here he finds himself, a construct version of fellow New God Orion’s hover harness slowly growing over his body, construct Kyle armed with exaggerated mechanical fists gleefully charging forward, and not a whole lot of choice left for Crux.

“Begone.” Crux unloads on the construct, energy coalescing and then unleashing from the center point of the harness, braced against Crux’s chest. The construct, the affront of Corpsman Kyle, is blasted away bit by bit. It does what it can to compensate, consuming some of the energy being hurled at him, but it ultimately proves to be too overwhelming of an offensive. The construct disappears with a wisp of orange smoke, scattered among the dust and debris of the asteroid field, and Crux dissipates the hover harness construct, breathing a sigh of relief.

Given a free moment, Crux looks around him; his allies are all being confronted by construct adversaries of their own. Meanwhile, Stel and Aurik have rushed on ahead, leaving a majority of the squad to deal with Larfleeze’s minion.

They were running out of time. They have to end this now, regroup on the planet. They needed to—

“Hey, pal!” Crux’s grabbed from behind, construct Kyle back and hissing in his ear, “You didn’t think you could get rid of me that easily, did you?” Construct Kyle laughs sickeningly, “I’m the Torchbearer, kid! I’m more powerful than you or any one of your rookie flunkies assembled here! I even outclass Stel!”

“Get—nggh, get off me!” Crux tries to wrest Kyle’s arm from around his neck, but for something with such a strong grip, Crux’s hands pass right through like vapor.

“Not so fast, godling. You have something I want…” Kyle runs the pointer finger of his free hand along the rim of Crux’s visual apparatus.

Something was wrong, Crux knew that, but even more than being ambushed, this Kyle construct… it has a personality beyond mindlessly shouting and demanding that things be his. It’s trying to intimidate Crux. It’s playing games with him, disappearing and then reappearing, targeting an object sensitive to Crux’s being and threatening to take it. It’s toying with him instead of just tearing him apart, and Crux doesn’t like it.

“I like your visor. I think I’ll take it!”

He tries to yank the visor from Crux’s face, but though Crus may not be able to break free from construct Kyle’s grip, he could struggle to keep his visor on.

“No, you won’t!” Crux groans, his anger masking his fading strength. Construct Kyle did have him in a chokehold, and if Crux should lose his concentration, even for a moment…

“Oh yes, I will! This trinket is mine, Mine, MINE!” Kyle cackles, very nearly being able to pull it from Crux’s face.

Finally, the New God loses his composure, “Back up, Rayner!” The visor glows, and construct Kyle’s head is blasted away by a solid stream of emerald energy. Crux can feels construct Kyle’s touch slacken, and he uses the opportunity to break free. Crux breaks off from firing, turns to face his decapitated opponent, though his head seems to be re-growing, and lays it on thicker than before. He doesn’t just pelt construct Kyle with repeating fire; he completely immerses the construct in searing green energy. By the time Crux lets the blast die, not even a wisp is left of Rayner. Nothing is left.

The scientist straightens his visor, returning his attention to his adversaries, still entrenched in combat.

“We don’t have time for this…” Crux groans, his rink sparking like he was kindling a fire with it. From the smallest spark, the fire grows out of his ring and into a gigantic, fully-formed being, complete with a stoic face and energy pouring out of the figure as if it were the fire itself. Anyone from New Genesis would know the being to be Takion, living avatar of the Source energy, but for Crux’s purposes, however, he was merely a really big flamethrower.

Crux juts his arms out, the Takion construct mirroring his actions. From the construct’s fingertips to the star-shaped hole carved out in his chest, the construct envelops the area in blinding, scorching energy that pours out in waves.

A wayward orange construct, likely one trying to make a move against Crux, gets caught up in the energy, and is obliterated by the pulsating energy, like a wave crashing against the rocks. The wave travels outward, undeterred, eviscerating every other Orange Lantern construct in the vicinity.

Their enemies defeated, at least for the time being, Crux lets the Takion construct fade away into the vacuum or space, exhausted from the endeavor. He knew that the constructs would be back eventually, he doubts anyone could truly permanently destroy an Orange Lantern construct, save Larfleeze himself although why would a being consumed by greed ever give anything up? They’d probably run into them once they reached the surface of Euphoi, but at least then they’d have made it that far.

Crux flies toward the center where his fellow Green Lanterns are reassembling, his ring creating a construct of the planet Euphoi with two dots flying at high speeds to a large, orange speck.

“Listen here, Lanterns Stel and Warlo have gone on ahead in pursuit of Larfleeze, but as you’ve just witnessed these constructs are more than a match for any one of us. We must rejoin our comrades immediately and help them to end this—by taking out Larfleeze, the source of these constructs and all our problems, we make this pocket of the universe a bit safer. …Then we can all go home and drink.”

There’s a small chorus of chuckles at that, “Take a moment to collect yourselves, recharge... we move out in ninety seconds.”

The squad breaks and speeds off toward the planet, together, in only sixty.
Putting the final touches on a post right now, that'll move us right along to the next part of our story.
In pursuit of the authorities, Thunder eventually wound up at the docks, the police responding to an aquatic monster that had come up out of the ocean and was inciting chaos. He wasn’t sure what the monster had done, if anything, but the question of how to respond seemed to be answered for him when Young Justice arrived on the scene. The monster immediately went on the offensive, attacking their transport.

Thunder hovers in the air, watching as one of apparently three of the same hero lunged at the monster in an attempt to subdue it. He’s quickly swatted away, sent falling towards the shallow water of the ocean below.

“That’s gotta hurt.” He winces, watching as the team falls back to assess a plan of attack. He knows he should show himself, join Young Justice and help come up with a plan. He’s got the Wisdom of Solomon behind him; he can see a dozen different ways to take this creature down with the aid of heroes such as them.

But a part of him, probably Achilles or Hercules whispering in his ear, tell him that it’d be much more impressive to take on the monster single-handedly, and win. He opts to listen to them, at least for the time being.

After all, he’s not really a member of Young Justice yet, is he?

He dives down through the air, picking up enough that he’s coming at the she-beast sideways. Whatever it is she’s capable of, he knows she’s fast because she sees him coming before he gets to her. Still, she isn’t quick enough to stop him.

He gets her with a right hook, skidding to a stop along the worn wood of the dock. He brings his arm back and catches her with an elbow under the jaw. He adjusts, stepping back away from her, bring his right arm down and slugging her in the gut once, twice, three times, though the third time is when his fist is caught. He tries to come back with a punch from his left, but she catches that. She’s strong, too, not just fast, has him backing down as she pushes him to his knees. With her looming over him, his eyes not seeing much before her snarling face and the clouds above, he gets an idea.

He lets her overpower him, pressing more and more into his space so that she’s practically right over him.

Exactly where he wants her, “CAPTAIN MARVEL!”

The area around the two explodes. Thunder is thrown from the blast, sent rolling and smoking but still his heroic self; the villain of the week was kind enough to play interference for him.

He comes to a stop at feet of the Young Justice team assembled, though he doesn’t pay them much mind at first. He’s too invested in seeing if his gambit paid off.

She’s still there, against all odds, on her knees and herself smoking a bit from taking a direct hit. In front of her is a hole in the dock, no doubt from where the lightning touched down. Thunder watches as the monster picks her head up, though, growling at him and the other heroes assembled, slowly, staggeringly, rinsing to her feet again, no worse for wear and ready to fight. Apparently she’s a bit tougher than he had anticipated.

“Oh, come on…” Maybe having a team would pay off in this situation.
Contrary to what Billy had promised him, Robert was not invited down to Young Justice HQ the day after they talked, nor the day after that. Several days had come and gone already and Robert had done nothing but linger in Boston, conducting routine patrols as per Billy’s orders and stopping crime where it happened. There had been no magical incursions, no creatures or mad scientists stirring anything up, just your typical, run-of-the-mill street crime. It was dealt with easily enough, but it left Robert’s mind time to wander, to think about what he was missing out on while waiting on Billy’s go-ahead.

Of course, this led to him immediately chastising himself. Billy had been nothing but good to him, granting Robert this power and taking him under his wing, forging him into a hero. If Billy didn’t want Robert at Young Justice, then he should listen to him.

But then why had Billy promised it to him? Why, when Billy knows it’s all Robert wants in the world, to be among a team of young heroes not unlike himself? Robert’s friends were great, but none of them knew his double-life, and not a single one of them would understand, even if they tried. The only person he knew that really understood him was Billy, but even his mentor could become distracted. His job, his classes… they were all things that commanded Billy’s attention just as much as Robert did.

So, he’s forced to wonder if Billy has some ulterior motive as to not allowing him into Young Justice. He doesn’t think Billy could be that manipulative, but even subconsciously… was Billy holding him back?

Again, Robert doesn’t believe Billy would be capable of that, but that doesn’t change the fact that Robert is by himself in Boston while Billy’s off at school and Young Justice is out there, waiting for him.

That’s most likely why Robert finds himself on the outskirts of Star City, flying towards the location Billy slipped him where Young Justice HQ was situated at. On his way into the city, though, he’s suddenly keenly aware of police cruisers, all of them lit-up and their sirens screaming for civilian cars to clear the road. By Robert’s guess, they’re all headed in the same direction, near the city’s coastline.

He smiles to himself. If ever there were a time to make his grand entrance, and prove himself to his future allies in the process, this would be it.

“Oh yeah…” He grins, picking up speed. Today, Thunder would earn his place in Young Justice, and show Captain Marvel just how far he can get without him.
So we're finally kicking the first event into gear! Just for reference, I'll be posting some of the Orange Lantern constructs mentioned in my post, just so everyone is on the same page in case anything was unclear.

The small, round Orange Lantern = Glomulus
The Orange Lantern wrapped in rags = Gretti (formerly of the Green Lantern Corps)
The "living rock" Orange Lantern = Blume

(Of course feel free to use the names in later posts. I only put off naming anybody because, from the perspective I was writing, they were unknown and mysterious. The Green Lanterns have their information readily available, as demonstrated.)

The Orange Lantern who appears to have the feminine face has no name or bio as far as I know, she's simply a stock character. Feel free to pass her over in future posts. If you want to do a bit more with her, I've linked a picture, but that's all there is. If you want more stock characters to fight, I have most concept sketches of other unnamed Orange Lanterns readily available. Just PM me and I'll send you the pics so you can work with them yourself.

Also, here's Larfleeze, the villain of our story.

If there are any other questions, comments, or concerns, feel free to PM either me or KL, though I'm unsure as to his availability at the moment.
Nestled deep within the center of Space Sector 1861, the planet Euphoi orbits a bright, blue star, defended from onlookers by a well-placed asteroid field circling the planet’s orbital path. The planet was covered mostly with plant life, uninhibited growth, sunlight, and raid making for entire continents covered in tropical forests. From the tops of trees that dwarf skyscrapers on any civilized world, birds and creature alike fend for themselves, fighting over the most delectable fruit that no-one outside of the planet has ever tasted.

The natives of Euphoi, wide-eyed and primitive, still taking their very first steps towards building a civilized society, have never known anything else. The fruit provided an amalgam of desirable nutrients and energy, as two whole fruits a day could sustain a lone adult male. The people of these villages that are beginning to grow out of the forest want for nothing, and the direction of their growth remains undetermined as of yet.

That may very well change before the day is done.

For the last several days and nights, the people of one particular lowland village have been hearing monstrous sounds coming from deep within the forest. Cackling, snorting, grumbling… a cacophony of alien voices sounding all the way back to the people from the most isolated depths of the forest.

In one particular village, a search party was dispatched in order to discover the source of the noise. They may have just found it.

The locals know the location well; a lagoon that’s fed by a waterfall, branching off of one of the rivers crisscrossing through the jungle. The trees that grow here bear this delicious fruit low enough to the ground that it’s no hassle to retrieve, so it has become a popular spot by virtue of the ease with which you could feed your family here.

As the villagers approach the tree line, peeling back the wide, flat leaves to survey the site, the blue-skinned natives are shock to see what appears to be a collection of orange ghosts parading about, their hands gripping tight the locals’ preferred food source. It would be easy for the natives to fall back on superstition, to flee and speak of this tale later, but the phantoms continue to pluck the fruit from the trees, depriving the natives of their food should lean times come.

It is fight, or face starvation; they choose the latter.

The leader of the search part, done-up in war paint and wielding a spear, steps through the foliage and hurls his spear at one of the apparitions, a small, round, gleeful-looking thing that’s remaining relatively still. The spear connects, but is deflected away by the energy comprising the being. The tiny alien and his companions, one of them with a perfectly feminine face, her pincer-like hands belying her true nature, and another with his head and upper body wrapped in fraying rags above a pristine-looking uniform. The creatures cease their marauding and turn to face the onlookers. They sneer, all at once releasing a battle cry of, “MINE!”

They move fast, inhumanely so. The dozen or so members of the search party are accosted, torn apart, and gone in seconds. The leader of the party, as well as those at his flank, is only temporarily given reprieve at the cost of their partners’ lives. They beat a quick retreat through the forest, but are just as quickly surrounded by the orange ghosts.

They tremble in fear, never having faced an enemy such as this. The leader closes his eyes, saying a silent prayer to his gods before the inevitable happens. The orange phantoms lunge at the group…

“Stop!” The orange beings halt in mid-air, the natives confused as to what’s happening before them.

They look up, wondering if their gods have answered, and are treated to a sight of only another being cloaked in orange. This one is different, though; he looks solid, not composed of light, and carries lantern in his hands.

“I’ve never see one of these things before!” He swoops down, closely examining the face of the search party leader, “They must be a rare thing! *snrrkff* I like it, I want one!”

The leader hastily replies, a dialect unfamiliar to the alien’s ears. His lantern does the job of translating for him, though.

:Please, spare us, our village… leave us be, monster!:

“Village? *snkrff* You mean there are more of you?” His words have a dangerous edge to them, “…and just when I thought you were interesting! If there are more of you, how are you special?”

He turns in the air, fleeing the scene, “Kill the rest of them! They’re of no worth to me!”

The rest of the search party is torn limb from limb, but the alien doesn’t care.

He is Larfleeze, known as Agent Orange to those who serve the Guardians of the Universe, and he only cares for that which is worth something.

“Insolent savages!” Larfleeze curses to no-one in particular, “I’ll teach them to interrupt my harvest! This fruit…” Larfleeze rolls one of the palm-sized fruits around in his hand, “will make a delicious treat to gorge myself upon, away from the prying eyes of those who would take from me! …Eh?” Larfleeze suddenly spots a steady stream of smoke rising up from a small clearing a short distance away, and remembers the party leader’s words.

“That…*snurkk* village…*snork*” He seethes, “he did say there was more of them, yes?” He asks aloud, “…If I’m to make this planet my new home, I suppose I should kill them all.”

Just then, his lantern ignites brighter than usual, “ *snurkk* Huh?”

His lantern projects a view of a squadron of Green Lanterns hurtling through deep space, on approach to Euphoi.

“No…” He growls through grit teeth, “Interlopers! Can’t they simply leave me be?! …Bah! No matter, I’ll deal with them before they even set foot on this planet… on MY planet!”

His lantern glows bright, the energy being emitted consuming him…
Crux flies in silence, privy to the discussions happening around him yet taking part in none of them. He prefers solitude, and in this case finds himself legitimately working.

Larfleeze, the bearer of the orange light, is a bit of a mystery to anyone who wasn’t present the day of the Guardians’ march into the Vega System. Since then, the alien had sequestered himself away from public view, hoping from world to world and taking what he can before fleeing again. This time, though he seems to have gone too far. The people of Euphoi are young, full of potential… they have nothing beyond hand tools, and they’re nowhere near ready to battle a Lantern of any kind.

Crux spends a majority of the flight briefing himself, slides of Larfleeze’s numerous construct soldiers flashing through his visor. He memorizes their biology, their preferred methods of take down, at least those documented by the Green Lantern Corps in the wake of their first battle with Larfleeze. He’s so busy, in fact, that he isn’t even aware they’ve exited the asteroid belt near Euphoi until Stel says as much.

:Be ready, Lanterns, as Larfleeze is not to be underestimated.: Stel warns.

:Will he know of our arrival?: Crux asks through his Power Ring.

:Negative. Though he may be powerful, Larfleeze is a simple creature without much forethought.:

Just behind the group, on the inner edge of the asteroid belt, one massive rock in particular seems to stop and turn itself of its own volition. It is soon overtaken by orange energy, beady, dead eyes and a massive maw emerging in detail on the surface of the rock, now revealed to be an alien life form. From within the alien’s wide, open mouth, orange energy begins to coalesce, charging with energy.

:He will never see us coming.:
Crux is dropped out of hyperspace once the ring registers having entered Oan airspace. The transition is smooth, and Crux is treated to the view of Oa from space. It’s breathtaking, the planet radiating this soft, iridescent glow Crux hasn’t been able to replicate or find anywhere else in the known universe. The planet truly is something unique…

:All Lanterns receiving this message report to Lantern Salaak outside of the Central Battery for an emergency situation in sector 1-8-6-1...All Lanterns receiving this mes…:

He glances down at his ring, the message being forcibly broadcast on his frequency and hijacking control of his piloting functions. It steers him in the direction of the Central Power Battery.

Crux grinds his teeth, his irritation growing, “The next time that I see Salaak his monitors won’t work right for a month… take control of my ring, will he?”

As he closes in on his preset destination, he spies two Lanterns already awaiting Lantern Salaak’s arrival, one clad in white and the other in traditional Rannian garb.

Things were about to get interesting…
From high atop the Pru, a lone figure leers down at the street below, unflinching. The wind howls around him, nothing but open air and a long drop ahead of him. He takes a deep breath, steadying himself as he balances precariously at the top of the tallest antenna he could spot.

“No fear… no fear… you’ve got the courage of Achilles, remember?” He takes care to remind himself, his words barely above a whisper compared to the cacophonous vortex around him, “No fear.” He recites the phrase like a prayer, closing his eyes and putting all of his faith in his words. He feels his fingers slacken against the metal rod he’s presently holding on to, his toes teetering over the edge. He lets go… and says the magic word:

“CAPTAIN MARVEL!”

Lightning descends from the heavens as quickly as he falls out of the sky, the bolt of noise and magic seeming to be racing him to the ground. He’s done this at least a half-dozen time, each time waiting longer and longer before pulling the trigger on summoning his powers. He’s wanted to do this ever since he was a kid, leap off of the Prudential Building, but now that he has the power to do it and survive… he feels he’s just testing himself, pushing his limits as to how far he can go. He’s young, brash as Billy would say, but then… Billy’s not here, is he?

The lightning connects. There’s a blinding, brilliant flash of light, a sound of thunder… and suddenly the young man isn’t plain-clothed, 17-year-old Robbie Currie anymore.

No, now he’s Thunder. …He absolutely refused to be called Captain Marvel Jr., Billy’s insistence on “tradition” or no.

He veers up, soaring over the brownstones of the Back Bay and out across the Charles River. He skims his fingers along the water, the wake created by him rippling out and towards either side of the shore. He rolls over in midair and turns upward, trying to make out the stars above but with little success because of the city lights. He turns again and shoots upward, up into the clouds.

Once he gets to a high enough altitude, he pauses to take it all in. The city of Boston, that skyline he’s seen all his life… he never gets sick of it, ever. But those new security postings blemishing the skyline, the so-called “police” roaming the streets who were no better than jackbooted thugs… that’s different, and he’s gotten sick of them awfully quick. But he's forced to deal, if he wants to protect his home. One needs to be on good terms with the local authorities, Robbie can practically hear Billy chastise him.

He's broken out of his reverie by the chirping of his earpiece.

“Robbie?”

Well, speak of the devil. Robbie taps the earpiece he’d been instructed to wear at all times while out and about, just so his mentor can get a hold of him, “Yeah, Billy? What’s up?”

“Where are you now?”

“I’m home, Billy.” He tells his mentor, not completely a lie, “Why?”

“I’m over at the Young Justice compound in Star City. …I think it’s about time you met the team.”

Robbie almost drops out of the sky from pure shock, “You think so?” He asks, trying not to let his elation show too much.

“Yeah, I think I do.” Billy says over the open line, “Can you make it tomorrow?”

“I can make it tonight.” Robbie argues, in no hurry to delay his induction.

“Not necessary; most of the team is taking the night off. They’re out and about. Take the night off, finish whatever homework you have left

“Yeah, okay, mom…” He groans. Sometimes, Billy really did feel like his mother.

Still, it gets a chuckle out of him, “…and then you can come and meet the team tomorrow.”

“Fine, Billy. …See you tomorrow.”

“See you then, Robbie.” The call is ended there. Robbie hovers in midair for a while, contemplating all the things to come…
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