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Post by Spider-Man Beyond on Sept 9, 2006 15:31:54 GMT -5
Kilowog, Tomar Re, Ch’p and Arisia approached the ruins of the power battery, hoping for some sign of Hal. Kilowog began furiously digging until he caught site of a black glove. He doubled his effort until Hal was uncovered. Tomar knelt down and listened to Hal’s chest. “He’s alive!” Tomar screeched in a very bird-like manner. “Son of a pooz…” Kilowog said shocked. “Tomar, get him, Salakk & the girl back to OA immediately. We’ll follow up with the prisoners." ---
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Post by Spider-Man Beyond on Sept 9, 2006 15:35:43 GMT -5
Hal awoke in a large room surrounded with beds full of injured Green Lanterns. Medical droids tended many of the more gravely injured. And, as far as he could tell, he was in a recovery area. He started to rise when a little blue hand came down on his chest and stopped him. He glanced over and saw a single Guardian standing beside him. Either he was incredibly weak or the Guardians were far stronger than they appeared. “Harold Jordan of sector 2814, you have shown exemplary courage, skill and, if I may say, a bit of luck. My brothers and I were most impressed with your abilities and, due to an unfortunate vacancy, would like to offer you a permanent place among the Elite.” “Please, call me Hal. Thank you for your generous offer, but if it is all the same, I would really like to get back home…” Hal replied. “Alright, ‘Hal’, you may return home as soon as you wish.” The Guardian continued, “But the offer stands, you are not required to make OA your permanent residence to be one of the elite… just be prepared, you may be called on occasion to assist with urgent matters not pertaining to your sector. And you may call me Appa Ali Apsa. I am the Guardian that governs your sector. I do expect great things from you… I will be watching…” Appa Ali Apsa turned and floated off as a familiar voice broke the silence. “You son of a Pooz, I knew you were too stubborn to die.” Kilowog beamed at Hal as he and Tomar Re approached. “Yeah, how’re the others?” Hal asked. Kilowog’s smile (Hal had finally determined that it was, in fact a smile) quickly faded, “Well, Chaselon is gone. Kiman killed him. Salakk has seen better days, the Guardians have fitted him with a prosthetic arm, of my own design, I might add.” “Ch’p & Katma’s got a few bumps & bruises, but she’s stopped calling you names under her breath anytime you’re mentioned,” Tomar Re added cheerfully. “The girl Ch’p rescued will be OK, her name is Arisia, she’s an alternate GL, I’m actually off to train her as a permanent corpsman now,” Kilowog said. “Well, at least some good things have come of this… Where’s Guy?” Hal asked rising up out of the bed again. “Gone,” Tomar Re explained. “As far as we can tell, his ring did not turn back to normal. The virus was completely obliterated, but Sinestro’s ring was the first to be infected and suffered irreparable damage. Strangely, he was the only one that didn’t become a mindless drone… It indeed, corrupted his mind, but it left his memories & thoughts in tact. It just amplified his hate & anger. When the virus died, he most likely became himself again…” ---
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Post by Spider-Man Beyond on Sept 9, 2006 15:40:24 GMT -5
Epilogue: Outpost Delta, Centauri system. Guy Gardner sat on a stool in a bar on the space station. He was surrounded by all sorts of unsavory types. Aliens… lots of alien scum. He nursed a pint of some sort of ale… lost in thoughts & memories that were his, but not. He had killed the ugly pink alien guy & taken his magic ring well over a month ago… yet for the life of him, he had no idea why he had done the things he did up to now. He knew that Hal Jordan was a Green Lantern… he knew the names of other Green Lanterns… though he didn’t know why. He remembered the name Qward & that it was a nasty lump of rock in another dimension… but again, he didn’t know why. Hell, he couldn’t even remember how he got back into his own dimension. Hell he wasn’t even sure he knew what a dimension was. What the @#$& am I doin’ out here? I’m a @#$&ing pilot! Well… at least I still got you baby, he thought to himself as he gazed down upon the ugly yellow ring on his right hand. One thing was for sure… he couldn’t go home again. How would he explain being AWOL for over a month? How could he face Jordan again knowing the @$$hole beat the snot out of him… even if he did deserve it. But still, what was he going to do with his life? He looked over at an add stuck to a board… a picture of an ugly pasty white alien in what looked like KISS makeup. The add read: “LOBO, the baddest bounty hunter in the FRAGGIN’ Galaxy!”Well… maybe I’ll try my hand at bein’ a bounty hunter…---
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Post by Spider-Man Beyond on Sept 9, 2006 15:43:23 GMT -5
Earth Hal never thought he’d see it again. He had been back for a little over two weeks and he couldn’t be happier. He spent a few days with his brother Jim, in Los Angeles and was now on his way back to his new apartment. He drove North on Highway 1, up the coast of California, towards Coast City. Oh how he loved the sunshine… The black rented convertible Mustang didn’t hurt either. The following day would be his first at Ferris aircraft, and he couldn’t be more ready to start his new life. He had not heard from the Guardians or any of the other Corpsman since returning, which was fine, he needed a break. He had discovered an interesting change in the behavior of his power ring while he was foiling a bank robbery though… his ring no longer held a weakness to the color yellow. He wasn’t sure if it was his alone… but he wasn’t going to press the issue… so he kept it to himself. He had no idea if the change was permanent, but if not, so be it, he’d proven himself already. Yes indeed, his life looked pretty darn good… End.
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