Scanning a debris field left behind by a shattered mining platform, Green Lantern noted the metal tumbling in slow arcs toward a populated trade lane.
The fragments gathered, piece by piece, guided into a tight orbit by his construct for later retrieval.
- broke. It had been either this coffee or a meal. He had gone for the coffee.
And here he was in an empty baseball field, on his own, on Valentine's Day.
The Corps. The life.
He nodded to himself as a chill dropped across the field.
๐๐ฎ๐ฑ๐ต๐บ ๐ฃ๐ข๐ด๐ฆ๐ฃ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ ๐ง๐ช๐ฆ๐ญ๐ฅ
๐ข ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฃ๐ช๐ฏ
๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ฑ๐ด ๐ข๐ญ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐จ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ค๐ฉ
Who was that? Who wrote that? Kerouac?
Hal sipped his coffee staring out at the empty baseball field, that American haiku in his head. Just over a month until baseball season. It had -
- been ๐บ๐ฆ๐ข๐ณ๐ด since he had last seen a game. His father used to take him to all the games when he was a kid. That and the flying...
Years since he had had the time to see a game. The life of a lantern. Now living in a trailer, getting by with his test piloting, but he was -
- damaged freighter back onto a safe vector. Nothing dramatic, just course corrections and reassurance over comms. A week ago Hal had been inside ๐๐๐ง๐ฌ๐ค๐ง๐ก๐, holding the line against something that could swallow planets! Now... he was traffic control.
Hal watched the -
๐ผ๐ ๐กโ๐๐ ๐๐ก.แฃ ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ ๐ก๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ค, ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ ...
Hal stared up at the stars, sitting in a camping chair. So close, just a short flight away, all of them. He prayed for a mission.
Evicted...!
Here he was, the Green Lantern of this sector living in his brother's trailer. He wasn't presumed dead this time on his return, but at least he still had a roof over his head. This time... nope. Evicted.
Great, just great...!
Sector 2814
Approaching Earth...
Hal eased his speed as the planet filled his vision. From orbit there was no sign of the many conflicts.
He let himself drift for a moment. The fatigue settled in now that the urgency was gone. He had never been told about this part, the -
@Tomar_Re ๐โ๐๐๐.
It landed with quiet precision. Sinestro allowed himself the smallest smile.
"Perhaps," he said. "But it is rarely where things stay."
๐๐๐ง๐ฌ๐ค๐ง๐ก๐ย fills space long before it fills Halโs thoughts! Plates the size of continents slide and realign, slow and deliberate, the planet is constantly correcting itself. Every adjustment feels intentional!
Hal flies straight at it. Behind him, the green light of the -
@FearLantern@ArisiaRrabGL@GreatMedphyll@Tomar_Re@SalakkOfSlyggia@CyborgOfMight@Sector2261 - captured Lanterns began to stutter, then falter, no longer able to circulate cleanly!
"Time to get out of Dodge!" Hal muttered, clambering to his feet. He noted that Arisia had got everyone free. One last look around and he nodded to himself. He took off like a green comet -