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Irish stood behind Athena as she and Huscarl conversed. Irish listened in but not too intently just enough to hear promise of coffee and ammo, that was all he needed. Hell he could have done without the ammo if it meant a cup of piping hot coffee. He set his rifle down but on the metal floor and muzzle leaning against the table the coffee maker was propped on, he grabbed a Styrofoam cup and filled it with coffee. He looked around for sugar and was dissapointed to find none but remembered something he had in one of his vest pockets, he pulled the Velcro and reached inside grabbing four packs of sugar. He smiled remembering when he had put these here almost a week ago. He tore the tops with his teeth and emptied them into the coffee, he grabbed his rifle and held the cup in the other hand following Athena outside then downing the coffee as he felt the cold night air grip him. He grabbed an extra clip for his FN SCAR-H and put it in one of his back pouches, he and Athena returned to their barracks and he grabbed his flask and stuffed it in the vest pocket previously occupied by the sugar. He closed the Velcro pouch and patted it, it rested just below his right pectoral. He walked outside and made his way to HQ, he stopped in on Huscarl.

"Sir," He said walking over to the coffee maker, "What exactly is the plan from here?"

riurik said
HellHoundWoof, could you post the character sheet that KL approved so that we can get to know your character?

Sure. Not a problem.

Name - Prevæk Tura
Age - 30
Sector - 1423
Homeworld - Da'
Personality - He is a dry humored individual with little care for his own life, he would have people believe that he has no love for any however he cares greatly for those he serves beside. He is capable of sacrificing himself for the good of others as any good lantern should be.
Experience - 6 Months in the Core
Constructs - War Hammer, Sword and Shield, Cannon, Small spaceship, War Gauntlets.
Former Occupation - Street Rat/Foot Soldier
Alien Power - Prevæk has four strong arms two of which protruding from just below his other arms. His people are known to be gifted with reading emotions of others, an empathetic link with the minds of others.
Appearance - He stands at 7'3 with dark orange skin and grey eyes. He has four arms the second pair rest under his other primary two. His uniform consists of the standard green skintight suit, a large lantern logo spans across his chest.
BRIEF Bio -

At the age of 30 he was forcefully enlisted in the F'ar fleet, before that he was nothing but a street walker a useless creature whom many would not deem worthy of pity. He was taken from the streets by a recruiter for the F'ar fleet and given a number, a suit of combat armor and a group that was not unlike himself. He alongside four other new recruits were sent into combat with the Cre'ai, (a species that populated one of his planets many habitable moons), he was thrown into battle with no experience. The instant the ship landed he was forced out alongside the mob of other soldiers and pushed onto the ground. He saw Cre'ai drones making their way towards his landing team and he cringed at the site of them and saw many of his comrades being shredded by the horde of them.

He saw as the tide of insectoids cut more of his people down moving slowly towards him, eventually he saw a gap where he could clearly see the creatures, he had taken classes in biology while he was in school and knew the look of these creatures but it was nothing in comparison to their in person stature. Six bright yellow eyes stared at him, its four legs moving forward as its two front arms swung its massive claws, he raised his rifle and fired wildly at the creatures in front of him. One fell and his confidence was renewed, until he saw one launch itself forward over his head into his comrades shredding them in pieces. He watched in terror as it cut down his fellow F'ar, until finally he was one of 8 left standing clumped together surrounded by the enemy. Each had their rifles raised and they circled as the creatures each made small movements, Prevæk pointed his rifle at each of them that moved. He heard one shot go out behind him and upon instinct himself fired, he saw the energy leave his rifle and connect with one of the creatures nearest him. The sound of the shot had not died before the Cre'ai rushed the small group, he felt a claw cut through his top left arm, another stab through his right leg, another just between his shoulder and neck spraying blood across his uniform, then another planted itself under his bottom right arm. He looked behind him while clutching the trigger of his rifle and saw his few remaining comrades ripped to shreds. As he felt the cold grasp of death reach him he saw a bright green light, it shot down towards him and he reached out with his upper right arm and as it descended the Cre'ai dispersed. Slowly backing away from the tidbits of F'ar soldiers they had left behind.

Prevæk felt himself being lifted by an unknown force and then felt no pain in his body. He felt warmth surge through him then looked down his upper right arm still extended into the sky, he saw his military uniform at his feet and that he now wore a green suit that contoured itself to his body. Across his chest was a lantern and he was surrounded by green light, he looked up towards his outstretched hand and brought it down to his face. On his middle finger he saw a green ring, it pulsated and he clenched it into a fist and was greeted with what felt like pure power. He looked around him and saw the Cre'ai backing away slowly, he aimed his fist in front of him into one direction of the circle gathered around him and imagined energy blasting the creatures to nothing but the ring flashed and he looked down at it then thrust it out towards his enemies again. This time the rings response was much more abrupt, it encased him in the same green energy that kept him afloat. He raised all four of his arms and began pounding on the energy but he could do no damage to it, he cried out hoping to be allowed vengeance on the creatures he saw gathering around the green cone of light that surrounded him. The cone shot into the sky and he watched as the moon faded away then he saw his home planet, Da', it faded into obscurity then he looked up and saw some kind of wormhole, the cone seemed to be guiding towards it and as he went through it he felt no fear, he felt as though this were destined. Within seconds he found himself gracefully descending towards a circular world which seemed to be built of the same green energy he was encased in, Oa, he felt that he himself didn't speak it but the ring told him these words.

Since this day he has been trained to use his will to generate most any construct he can imagine, though he is still rusty with new constructs he can function fully in a battle with the constructs he has mastered. Though not a well known lantern he is certainly not one to be forgotten once met.

Notes - He will occasionally speak with his ring as though it is in fact a fully conscious being.

The Cre'ai

Pravæk while in using his combat constructs

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