THE GREEN LANTERN CORPS Chapter 1The Great Yellow Impurity Part 1 The Mission
Sector 3998....Outer Rim Division - Tughead Cruiser
Sitting in his high arch command chair, an equine humanoid stares out into the blackness of space, watching the shiny white stars slowly streak into long lines as the ship enters into ‘Light Speed. Letting out a snort of foggy air from his wide horse-like nostrils, thick fog lifts up around his snout as he stands up from his seat.
"Larfleeze, we successfully hit light-speed. But you still haven’t given us specific coordinates." says a deep voice from behind.
Standing at 8 feet tall, the equine humanoid named Larfleeze, slowly looks over his shoulder to the crew of four behind him. His small black eyes full of drive and determination look upon his fellow crewmates, also of equine species.
They were muscular, big-boned and their dirty matted golden fur slicked against to their skin like a wet fur. Like him, they all had the short white bony tusks coming from their upper temple down to their equine chine. Yet, despite all the similarities that identified them as a long-lived and rare species, these crew members were shorter, pudgier, lacking in the strength and burning desire that was a hallmark of their species. These were broken down. These were followers, not leaders. They didn’t strive to reach the unreachable or dare to defy death for glory and greatness. Nodding at them, Larfleeze turns around to face the view of passing stars before him, but looks down to a brown aged paper in his triple jointed hand. Carefully Larfleeze unfolds the paper in his large hands to view its writings.
“Take us to the Outer Rim. Then, take us to the first planet that is one Parsec away from its edge. There is only one planet along the entire Outer Rim. " Larfleeze orders.
Everyone looks at each other in confusion before turning back to Lafleeze, “Bu-but that’s…there is no mapping system for the Outer Rim. How do you know?”
“Flob…” Larfleeze growls to the gray colored equine on his left, “….No starship, no Hall of Records, or Think Tank would have this location....except for the Guardians, which stands to its truthfulness." he states, "Those are the coordinates,GO!.” he shouts.
“Yes sir!” Flop exclaims nervously, turning his to the control panel but another member of the crew steps forward. Larfleeze simply turns away from him and sits back in his commander chair, ignoring his other crew-mate as he looks down upon a small map.
“What do want Chattle?” Larfleeze asks, his voice tinged with irritation.
“Larfleeze, we just performed the greatest heist in the universe!" Chattle states, "We have been pillaging and pirating space cruisers and trade ships for several entire moon cycles…” Chattle adds as Larfleeze still refuses to look at him, “…and now you want us to go to the Outer Rim? Where…”
"WHERE WHAT!!" hollars Larfleeze. His intense gaze upon Chattle makes him immediately step back as the rest of the crew shutter at his outburst. Grabbing Chattle by the shirt, Lafleeze pulls him close, inches away from his face, "HAVE YOUR INNARDS GROWN COLD CHATTLE?!" he yells, spitting on Chattles face with each word before pushing him away,"It seems your thirst for 'more' has failed you. ALL OF YOU!” he accuses.
“No-no..." denies Chattle says, almost choking on his words as other crew members nodding at him, "It’s not that..." he continues, "...Larfleeze it’s…”
“It’s just what Chattle!” Larfleeze interrupts.
“It’s that we're in Manhunter territory." Chattle confesses, "...and we are the last of our kind. And as you, I seek vengeance for being forced to watch our planet become a burning cinder because the Guardians deemed our species as unnecessary viruses and sent there the bloodthirsty Manhunters androids against us…
“But…” growls Larfleeze
“But...Chattle continues, "...that said, we 'are' the 'LAST' of our kind.” Chattle emphasizes, “And I wonder, as the rest of us wonder, if we are going to the Outer Rim, unmapped Space, where only Manhunters roam, the same androids responsible for our species extinction, what are you planning exactly? “ he asks.
“We rob, we sell, we extort, we blackmail, we treasure hunt…." Flob exclaims, “…that is our purpose and we are rich now thanks to you Larfleeze." he says, "But do you mean for us to die before we can even spend our fortune? What riches are you seeking that requires such a risk? Its not like we're going to rob Apokalips!” he states..
Larfleeze lets out a groan but doesn’t turn to Flob or Chattle, but keeps his black eyes fixed on the passing stars, "You short sighted fools believe you only live for what you can steal and raid but I want more. I can feel it, somewhere out there something greater than all the riches we've come to know. Something so great, even the Guardians have locked it away." he says.
Flob and Chattle look at each other in shock as Larfleeze tone remains eerily serious.
“And what's that?” Chattle exclaims.
“Yeah Larfleez…” Flob asks, “…what are we going after this time?
Larfleeze smiles an eerie grin at Flob and Chattle, “A ring.”
Inside a tall tower of smooth white rounded walls, blinding green light emits from the base of the tower into the sky, filling the inside of the tower with intense green light while 8 blue skinned men and 2 blue skinned women, all of them short in stature wear red robes descend inside the tower.
As the encircle the beam of green light , the Guardians of the Universe watch from the base of the floor emitting green light, ribbons of pink, blue, violet, yellow and red light swirl up along the beam of green like, swirling around it like snakes around a tree. As they surround the green pillar of light while other colors swirl around it, they watch as in the green pillar of light images of different planets, sectors of space and various locations appear and constantly change before the Guardians who float around the light as if sitting at a camp fire.
"As Guardians of the Universe..." exclaims Reegal, one of the male Guardians, "…we have an obligation to prevent chaos.” He says, noticing a flash of orange color amongst the other glowing lights, “I believe now we need to act.”
“Your statement sounds true Reegal.” says Zalla, one of the older female Guardians, as she peers into the swirling of colors of light below while images of Larfleeze ship hurling through space towards the Outer Rim appear, “We should extinguish his life.”
“Extinguish the last of his species?” Gurion exclaims, “Perhaps the destruction of his ship is more ideal and placing Larfleeze into a hibernation state will be more ideal"
"I believe we are acting presumptuously.” exclaims the female Guardian Sayd, who extends her short blue arms forward, expanding the green light as it brightens with intensity, revealing stolen items within the Green Lantern database, “Larfleeze is not a most intelligent creature, especially for one as old as he. Yet while what he is planning is not apparent, I do not think it is meant to endanger the universe itself. I believe he has, more simplistic ambitions. And forcefully placing him in a hibernated state is not the answer.”
“It is the answer if we say it is the answer.” Reegal exclaims, “We are Guardians of the Universe, we are the wisest.”
“Agreed, however, as Guardians we are the most cautious.” Sayd replies to Reegal, whose blue face frowns at the reply, “How do we know he is not trying to attract us to him? That could be snare unto itself.”
"Larfleeze is a parasite with the intellect of a scorched rock.” Zalla exclaims, “He cannot conceive of such a matter, is it not why we destroyed his species? To protect the remaining universe from their symbiotic drain that they were, for greed is all they know.”
“And because of us…” Sayd interjects, “…he now knows hate. I do not believe events are what they appear to be.”
“They are not.” Gurion says, “What we do know is that Larfleeze his purposefully going to the Outer Rim, he has pillaged objects have challenged GreenLanterns sector by sector. He has made himself known. He is responsible for the death of three Lanterns, and I believe that for him to enter Outer Rim territory will only stir chaos with the discarded Manhunters, it is time we destroyed him before he accidently releases the yellow imperfection.”
“What do you think Ganthet?” Sayd asks,
Ganthet quietly floats overhead, staring at the images of space in the green light, absorbed in deep thinking, "I believe my fellow Guardians we are the perpetrators of this situation. Larfleeze hate to us was spurred by us after we destroyed his planet which has led him into the darkness he is now in. The error of the Manhunters creation is now finally at hand and Larfleeze, as his intention I believe is not the destruction of the universe, but that of the Lantern Corp.”
“So what do you propose?” asks Zalla.
“Assign me the entire Lantern Corp to stop Larfleeze and more importantly, prevent what I believe he intends to do.”
“Surely the entire Green Lantern Corp is not necessary for Larfleeze!” Reegal exclaims, “It is preposterous.”
“Three Hundred and ninety Lanterns for is not necessary…” Ganthet exclaims in a loud voice, “…for Larfleeze nor the Manhunters, yet to deal with the Yellow Imperfection, I would call on all living things to assist me in its destruction if I could do so. We should get a location of all the lanterns before we implement any actions."
“Would that include Abin?” Sayd asks.
Everyone including Ganthet sighs and rubs his temples, “I do indeed hope, that out of all the Green Lanterns, that Abin Sur, somehow fell into a hot sun.”
MEANWHILE ACROSS THE GALAXY IN:Sector 2931...Planet Dryad
Stretched out comfortably on a sandy reclining seat as 4 distant suns slowly rise in the white sky over the Desert Planet Cha'kool’s horizon, a naked pink skin humanoid named Abin Sur, remains stretched on the beach chair like sand mold. Enjoying the intense heat radiating down from above, contently absorbing the sun rays as he holds a reflective mirror under his pink color face, the warm sun tans his face a dark pink as the heat rises from the sandy landscape like heat from griddle.
“This Cha’kool Sun is wonderful at this Moon Cycle, Blok.” Abin states, sipping glowing blue liquid from a rocky crystal cup, “Indeed most Wonderful.”
“If you like the sun you’ll like the Dryad females. Would you like me to summon any?” asks Blok.
A grin comes across Abin’s face as he turns to his left, looking at the muscular humanoid lying down in the hot sand beside him. His grey stony skin simply sizzled in the heat as Blok turns his head towards him and raises a arches his brow as a smile comes across his face.
“Really Blok?” Abin replies, “The Dryadian made of Rock Skin has a soft heart for females? I’d arrest you if I wasn’t in so much shock.”
“I do what keeps me occupied, is that a crime too?”
deet deet - deet deet
Sinestro raises his tanned pink hand to his face, “Crimes are what they Guardians say they are Blok, it’s why I’m employed.” He mumbles, looking at the Green Lantern ring on his finger flashing again with another *deet deet* sound emitting.
“Can’t you turn that fodders thing off?”
“We can, Guardians call it Death.” Abin sighs, slowly sitting up from his sand bed as white sand granules adhere to his muscular pink back and legs, “Yet I’m afraid that even in death I will not enjoy the quiet and serenity I feel as being your guest.” he says.
“You’re welcome any time Abin." Blok replies, "But then again you don’t ask for much. It’s not like tanning naked in the Galaxy’s second hottest desert planet is a luxury out here.” Blok huffs, watching Abin look at him with a pencil thin arched eyebrow, “But if you really need to get away that badly, you should consider working for other people, you are your own legend ya’know.”
Stark naked under the oppressive bright scorching hot suns, Abin smiles at the comment. Walking along the sizzling white hot sand, Abin Sur turns to Blok and raises his hand over his eyes from the overhead glare, “I love what I do Blok, you know that.” Abin replies, raising his glowing green ring on his hand before balling a fist.
“The question is…” Blok says, watching ribbons of green light burst from Abin’s ring and quickly wrap around his body, clothing him in a black and green styled uniform, “…do they love you as much as you love that ring?” he questions.
Smirking at his question, Abin nods respectively while lifting his arm over his head, hearing his ring crackle with green energy, “Don't you know Blok?” Abin asks, slowly lifting off the ground, “Nothing loves anyone as good as Tamaran.” he jokes.
Blok smirks and waves his heavy stony hand as Abin rockets into the sky with a boom before a ring of clouds explodes around him as he breaks through the atmosphere and into space.
Streaking through the hot air as Mach 6, Abin Sur narrows his glowing green eyes as the hot winds howl in his ears. Zooming over miles of desolate white sandy desert, dunes and craggy mountains, Abin draws in a deep breath as he looks up to the blindingly white sky overhead. In a burst of thunderous speed, cloud rings rapidly explode around Abin Sur as he breaks through the sound barriers, hurtling through up through the air until all the white sun light slowly fades away as the hot temperature drops.
Speeding out the atmosphere and into Space, Abin Sur halts his speedy flight and looks down at the rotating tan planet below, decorated with clouds and old meteor impacts. Letting out a sigh, Abin Sur turns around to the stars and sees the floating white ship hovering over the planet, The Manifest.
“Back to work.” Abin mumbles as he soars through space towards The Manifest.
ABIN SUR’S SHIP - THE MANIFEST
Sitting in a white chair, the pink skinned humanoid, decked in a green and black Green Lantern uniform stares into stars, his eyes fixed on the desert planet Dryad below as four moons slowly obit them.
"Sinestro, set course for Sector 1208. Light Speed." exclaims a voice behind him.
Glancing over his shoulder, Sinestro looks over his shoulder to Abin Sur standing behind him and wiping his face with a cloth.
“As you wish Abin.”
Wiping the last of the Dryad dirt and sand from his face, Abin slowly removes the cloth from his face, looking at Sinestro from behind sitting properly erect in the white chair that faces the wide touchscreen panel before him. Letting out a breath through nose, Abin Sur slowly walks over towards the co-piloting chair beside Sinestro, watching him set the coordinates.
“Did I take long?” Abin asks, entering information via touchscreen panel.
“No.” Sinestro curtly responds.
"I sense stress in your tone Sinestro." Abin Sur says, leaning back in his chair, his eyes closed and his arms folded as the ship engines warming for warp speed, “Please inform me if you plan to develop a tantrum or engage in a verbal warfare.”
Sinestro looks at from the corner of his eye Abin sitting in his chair, annoyed at his accurate deduction be quickly retorting, "No stress." he repeats adamantly, yet his eyes still lock on to Abin who remains perfectly still that it’s almost hard for Sinestro to determine if he died. Sinestro says nothing further as he turns his head to the view of the stars in space floating about like motionless crystals against the black water before they start to form long white lines as the ship explodes with speeding, hurtling them through space at Light Speed.
With only the hum of the ships engine buzzing in the background, Abin Sur keeps his eyes closed and his arms folded in a very comfortable position. Hearing Sinestro evidently motionless, Abin Sur finally hears Sinestros chair swivel, he was going to walk to his quarters.
"I should know if my pupil is stressed or not. I've been your mentor for two years now...no need to hide obvious feelings. Speak your mind Sinestro." Abin says, opening his green eyes that seem to see right through his pupil standing before, clenching his black gloved fists.
"Why did you visit him?" Sinestro asks, his frustration gripping his voice.
"To find out information." Abin responds, "Why?" he asks, waiting for more to come, there was always more to come with Sinestro.
Sinestro firms his pink face and points at him, "What you did was reckless!"
"And that is a problem!" Sinestro shouts, glaring at Abin with a scolding glare, struggling to contain himself, "The Guardians denounced him! He was banished from Oa! He's a Dryad! All Dryad's have dealings with the League of Super Assassins! And you MET WITH HIM! He was the biggest embarrassment to the founding of the Green Lantern Corps. THE ONLY ONE who was chosen by a ring...whom the ring REJECTED after only HOURS of use! I'm not saying your judgment is faulty..."
"....you’re just saying it’s incorrect." Abin finishes with a smirk as he folds his arms.
Sinestro stands erect, bristled by the smug look on his mentor’s face and remains quiet as he looks at Abin Sur in the eye, "You said it, not me." he flatly, staring back into space.
Clearing his throat, Abin rests his head on his fingers while leaning on his armrest as he looks at Sinestro with a tilted head, "Your right. It was inappropriate."
Sinestro looks at him with wide eyes, nearly baffled by his admittance.
Abin Sur shakes his head and stands to face Sinestro, towering over him, "My relationship with the Dryad race, or in this case his name being Blok, has always been consistent for the betterment of all species. He is the only one in his family that is not in the League of Super Assassins, as much as he says he is involved, he says so to save his own life. Now as much as you may protest and be concerned with how OTHERS may view this, his consistent criticism of the methods and training the Corps and insistence on lethal force, as I recall you once had a problem with, were what lead to his banishment, not his integrity." he says.
"I still don't like it." Sinestro snarls.
"Of course you don’t. You view him as inferior my pupil.” Abin Sur smirks, “That is why you don’t not like him, he is, lower than you. Yet, in order to fulfill your role as Lantern, you must learn that sometimes the Universal Hall of Records, may not have the information you need and must go to cannon fodder, lower life forms drenched in debauchery or, go to Dryad and see if they can give you what you seek for free."
Sinestro looks at Abin from the corner of his eye, as Abin Sur stares right at him, knowing that Sinestro is weighing those words.
“And I found out a great deal.” Abin adds.
Suddenly, Sinestro's ring glows bright green as a voice speaks from the ring:
Attention all Three Hundred and Nine Lanterns. Priority message from The Guardians of the Universe. One on One Hologram sequence initiating
A short blue guardian, dressed in a red robe, appears on the hologram playing from Sinestro's ring.
I give attention to all Three Hundred and Nine Green Lantern Corpsmen. It has come to the attention of the Guardians, the alien space pirate known as Larfleeze, has committed a robbery of the utmost audacity on planet Maltus, the home planet of the Guardians. Among the items stolen are artifacts that are priority for the Integrity of the Green Lanterns as a whole. We have initiated Protocol Emerald. All Lantern Agents must rendezvous at Sector 3900 regardless of your location or immediate preoccupation. Upon arrival at Sector 3900, you will meet Guardian Ganthet, who will lead you all personally to the recovery of the artifacts and the arrest of Larfleeze. Please be charged and prepared for Aggressive Negotiations.
END OF TRANSMISSION
"Well we have orders now so, whatever you made me complicit in his time will have to wait." Sinestro says as he picks up Abin Sur's miniature charging lantern, handing it to him, “Let’s go.”
"We are not going right away." Abin Sur states as he gets up from his seat, and starts punching in the new coordinates, “We’ll let ‘The Manifest’ take us.”
"ARE YOU KIDDING ME!" Sinestro exclaims, "WE ARE LANTERNS FOR OA’S SAKE! WE ESTABLISH ORDER IMMEDIATELY AND EXACTINGLY! NOT AT A SHIPS PACE OR AT OUR CONVENIENCE!!"
"Calm down." Abin Sur says keeping his eyes locked on Sinestro's sneering face, “We are going to take our ship regardless of orders as it would be foolish to arrive with the potential for a battle with your ring depleted on energy at our point which is in Sector 540."
Sinestro arches his eyebrow, looking at Abin Sur with disgust, "Ever since you started visiting those people on that desert bedrock you've been OVER charging your ring to the point that it’s crackling green electricity. YOUR sooooo slow to battle when you have to fight, ALWAYS doing things at your pace, never listening to ALL your orders...I'm supposed to be YOUR pupil and you DON'T LISTEN TO EVEN DIRECT ORDERS and you leave ME to pick up the rest! We are supposed to an ESTABLISH ORDER AT ALL COSTS! We are Green Lanterns Abin, the military force for Justice, to establish ORDER wherever, WHENEVER, HOWEVER! A TRUE LANTERN..."
Abin points his finger in Sinestro’s face, cutting him off, "A TRUE my pupil, assesses all situations first, rather than blindly going into a situation to get him or others killed. That is the way. We fight when we must and keep it short and to the point. We get what we must get done...done, that is training 101." he states firmly.
Sinestro remains quiet as he just stares at Abins ring overcharging in the portable lantern.
Abin sighs as he stares into the blackness of space as they travel at great speeds, "Sinestro, you must learn if out of all the things I've trained you to do, that the way of the Guardians is secretive though they are not evil, but you must not rush into every single order without assessing things for yourself. The Guardians just called all Three Hundred and Nine Lanterns across the Quadrant, obviously this is not just a recovery of artifacts!"
Sinestro sits in his seat, listening begrudgingly, "But..."
"But nothing Sinestro!" Abin states, "You are my pupil, my responsibility. I have not trained a pupil who has died yet.”
“That’s because they never gave you a pupil.”
“So that means your odds are high.” Abin smirks, watching Sinestro roll his eyes.
“Now listen. Blok enlightened me about Larfleeze.” Abin says, “It has always bothered me that Larfleeze, who has been an enemy of the Guardians for the past two centuries, and with his life-span as long as it is, never amassed riches, never amassed power. According to Blok, which is why we went to that Desert Planet, the League of Super Assassin paid Larfleeze for a job, upon which when he completed, he managed to steal an Ancient Map that was long thought non-existent and something the League of Super Assassins wanted very badly."
Sinestro raises his eyebrow, "What is it?”
"A map from the first Lightsmiths, the crafters of our Power Battery, detailing the whereabouts of the Green Lantern rings true weakness.” Abin replies.
Sinestro stands up in shock, “Our rings HAVE no Weakness! The Guardians….”
“Will you sit down.” Abin states, watching Sinestro looking down at him, “How are you going to know all the things I’m to tell you if you don’t shut up.”
Sinestro clenches his jaw and sits down before Abin as he continues, “Larfleeze has the original map of the Green Lanterns power source. Apparently on the same map, if what Blok says is true, the map contains the location of the imperfection needed to destroy the Green Lantern Corps."
His mind working on overdrive to put together the pieces, Sinestro stands back from Abin in pure shock, “That’s…that’s impossible.”
“Not exactly.” Abin replies, “For years now, I have been researching our so-called, ‘All Powerful Rings’ and there is an imperfection with them, but every time I am close to it, the Guardians have stopped me. I believe that Larfleeze now knows where and what the source is. That’s why the Guardians have called in all of the Lanterns.”
Sinestro looks at him confused, "But it could be a trap even if they get past the Manhunters on the outer rim. We have to warn..."
“No!” Abin Sur snaps, watching Sinestro’s eyes open wide.
“IF WE DON’T WARN THEM THEY WILL DIE!” Sinestro exclaims, “They are already going into Manhunter Territory! They…
“Need us.” Abin interjects, much to Sinestro’s surprise, “If Larfleeze seems to have found the greatest secret in a millennia, The Green Lanterns weakness, then alerting the Guardians the Lanterns to run for Larfleeze to get it, does the Corp no justice. If they get there he Larfleeze has it, they are at risk, but not us, that is if we will take our time, be the last ones there, and while for the first time in all the history of the Corps every last Lanterns descends into one place on the Outer Rim, fight the Manhunters, and search for Larfleeze, we will come in last find Larfleeze he will notice us get close enough to him to kill him.”
“Kill him?” Sinestro says in surprise, “Green Lanterns do not kill.”
Sinestro sits down, looking at his green ring before looking into outer space, “I hope you know what you’re doing Abin.”
“True, but since the Guardians explicit 'No Patrol' sector is where they evidently hid a weakness that will possibly endanger the entire Lantern Corp, compromised us and now are blindly leading the entire Lantern Corp to their possible deaths….” Abin Sur says, walking away from him, “…I see no other choice.”
"It’s WRONG Abin! We’re supposed to be motivated by Willpower NOT Fear!" Sinestro exclaims, watching Abin walk out the cockpit.
“Survival is Willpower my young pupil. If you want to know what fear is, ask the Guardians why they asked all the Lanterns to come when they could do this themselves.” He replies as the glass partition closes behind him.