ChasNicollette
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Green Lantern
It is said that in space, no-one can hear you scream.
This is true, more often than not.
But by the same token, in space, it is possible to hear oneself think.
Stones spun endlessly through the vacuum, great chunks of terrestrial detritus now utterly, unfortunately, devoid of life. This was an asteroid belt, and it engirdled its solar system, ever-shifting, ever rising and ever falling.
Once, this asteroid belt had been a living planet, in more ways than one. This had been Mogo, a legend of The Green Lantern Corps.
This had once been Elizabeth's partner.
And now she sat upon the stones of him, the spinning stones of him, sitting in the Lotus position of ancient Earth, and she meditated. She meditated there in the manner of a sage meditating upon the gravesite shrine of an honoured ancestor.
And she could hear herself think.
Her Power Ring gleamed in the night, a molten-plasma aura of green crawling around her skin, providing oxygen, keeping in her body heat, deflecting micro-meteoroids created by the endlessly-clashing asteroids.
Her eyes were closed, and her long dark hair floated in the microgravity of The Mogo Belt.
She wore her Green Lantern uniform, though she wore no mask upon her face.
Eschewing the optional mask, Elizabeth instead chose when active as Lantern to veil her eyes with a shadowy, inky black, honouring her father's legacy. It made her troublesome to behold for certain races with an irrational fear of the dark, but black was a standard colour in The Corps' raiment and this did not violate dress code.
But those eyes now were closed.
And she was listening to herself think.
Until, inevitably--
'Elizabeth Kara Greystone, Green Lantern of Sector 2261 and its vicinity.'
She opened one of those eyes.
And there, hovering before her, diminutive, barely the height of her head, was a projection of one of the ancient Guardians of The Universe. A glowing green hologram sent direct to her Ring from the direct centre of known space.
She quirked an eyebrow, and opened her other eye.
"Online," she replied, crisply. "How may I be of service?"
Emotionless and wholly logical, it was rare for one of the Oan people to have a facial expression of any kind. But this one looked... uncomfortable.
'You are native to Sector 2814,' this Guardian suggested.
"That was a long time ago," Elizabeth confirmed, "relatively speaking. But yes."
The Guardian steepled his fingers, and he appeared to digest this.
'You know that we are not what once we were, as a Corps,' he admitted, reluctant. 'Rings are few in number, and despite the assistance of your erstwhile grandfather in establishing an artificial singularity as an alternate gravitational guidepost, the loss of your esteemed partner has rather hampered our ability to select new Lanterns from those in this Universe without fear. The Book of Oa, too, is tattered.'
"Days are dark," Elizabeth nodded, slowly, wondering where this was headed. "But they are not at their darkest."
'Hm,' the Guardian mused. 'Perhaps. But the darkness of days too is relative. And it seems that darker days indeed are coming. Perhaps not as black as The Blackest Night. Instead, a Darkest of Days.'
Elizabeth arched an eyebrow, but her face was inscrutable. "What need have you of me, in the face of this?"
'It is perhaps time again to establish a Lantern on Earth,' the Guardian declared, 'of Sector 2814. There is a gentleman working at The Time Institute in Metropolis in the region once called Kansas. His name is Rond Vidar. Approach him regarding Lanternship. If he is not found wanting, if he is capable of overcoming fear... signal us, and we will use that signal to direct to Vidar one of our reserve Rings of Power.'
Elizabeth straightened, stood up and firm, her left Ring hand held before her, and the hologram adjusted itself instantly to remain at her eye level.
"I know that personal gain from the use of our Rings is strictly prohibited," Elizabeth suggested, choosing her words carefully. "However, as Metropolis and its outlying regions are... of historical sentimental value to my family..."
The Guardian grunted dismissively, distastefully. 'This request is neither unanticipated nor unprecedented from you, Elizabeth Greystone. Very well. You may sightsee. But do not tarry overlong.'
Elizabeth nodded her firm assent. "No evil shall escape my sight."
'Indubitably,' the Guardian intoned, and then the projection vanished.
Elizabeth pointed her Ring hand aloft, and soared away in a streak of billowing jade energies...
"Another time, partner," she murmured behind her to the resting place of Mogo. "It was good to... socialise."
And then the green light propelled her faster than photons, and galactic distances became a matter of hours rather than a matter of lifetimes.
It is said that in space, no-one can hear you scream.
This is true, more often than not.
But by the same token, in space, it is possible to hear oneself think.
Stones spun endlessly through the vacuum, great chunks of terrestrial detritus now utterly, unfortunately, devoid of life. This was an asteroid belt, and it engirdled its solar system, ever-shifting, ever rising and ever falling.
Once, this asteroid belt had been a living planet, in more ways than one. This had been Mogo, a legend of The Green Lantern Corps.
This had once been Elizabeth's partner.
And now she sat upon the stones of him, the spinning stones of him, sitting in the Lotus position of ancient Earth, and she meditated. She meditated there in the manner of a sage meditating upon the gravesite shrine of an honoured ancestor.
And she could hear herself think.
Her Power Ring gleamed in the night, a molten-plasma aura of green crawling around her skin, providing oxygen, keeping in her body heat, deflecting micro-meteoroids created by the endlessly-clashing asteroids.
Her eyes were closed, and her long dark hair floated in the microgravity of The Mogo Belt.
She wore her Green Lantern uniform, though she wore no mask upon her face.
Eschewing the optional mask, Elizabeth instead chose when active as Lantern to veil her eyes with a shadowy, inky black, honouring her father's legacy. It made her troublesome to behold for certain races with an irrational fear of the dark, but black was a standard colour in The Corps' raiment and this did not violate dress code.
But those eyes now were closed.
And she was listening to herself think.
Until, inevitably--
'Elizabeth Kara Greystone, Green Lantern of Sector 2261 and its vicinity.'
She opened one of those eyes.
And there, hovering before her, diminutive, barely the height of her head, was a projection of one of the ancient Guardians of The Universe. A glowing green hologram sent direct to her Ring from the direct centre of known space.
She quirked an eyebrow, and opened her other eye.
"Online," she replied, crisply. "How may I be of service?"
Emotionless and wholly logical, it was rare for one of the Oan people to have a facial expression of any kind. But this one looked... uncomfortable.
'You are native to Sector 2814,' this Guardian suggested.
"That was a long time ago," Elizabeth confirmed, "relatively speaking. But yes."
The Guardian steepled his fingers, and he appeared to digest this.
'You know that we are not what once we were, as a Corps,' he admitted, reluctant. 'Rings are few in number, and despite the assistance of your erstwhile grandfather in establishing an artificial singularity as an alternate gravitational guidepost, the loss of your esteemed partner has rather hampered our ability to select new Lanterns from those in this Universe without fear. The Book of Oa, too, is tattered.'
"Days are dark," Elizabeth nodded, slowly, wondering where this was headed. "But they are not at their darkest."
'Hm,' the Guardian mused. 'Perhaps. But the darkness of days too is relative. And it seems that darker days indeed are coming. Perhaps not as black as The Blackest Night. Instead, a Darkest of Days.'
Elizabeth arched an eyebrow, but her face was inscrutable. "What need have you of me, in the face of this?"
'It is perhaps time again to establish a Lantern on Earth,' the Guardian declared, 'of Sector 2814. There is a gentleman working at The Time Institute in Metropolis in the region once called Kansas. His name is Rond Vidar. Approach him regarding Lanternship. If he is not found wanting, if he is capable of overcoming fear... signal us, and we will use that signal to direct to Vidar one of our reserve Rings of Power.'
Elizabeth straightened, stood up and firm, her left Ring hand held before her, and the hologram adjusted itself instantly to remain at her eye level.
"I know that personal gain from the use of our Rings is strictly prohibited," Elizabeth suggested, choosing her words carefully. "However, as Metropolis and its outlying regions are... of historical sentimental value to my family..."
The Guardian grunted dismissively, distastefully. 'This request is neither unanticipated nor unprecedented from you, Elizabeth Greystone. Very well. You may sightsee. But do not tarry overlong.'
Elizabeth nodded her firm assent. "No evil shall escape my sight."
'Indubitably,' the Guardian intoned, and then the projection vanished.
Elizabeth pointed her Ring hand aloft, and soared away in a streak of billowing jade energies...
"Another time, partner," she murmured behind her to the resting place of Mogo. "It was good to... socialise."
And then the green light propelled her faster than photons, and galactic distances became a matter of hours rather than a matter of lifetimes.
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