09-01-2013, 04:42 PM
“The catch is,” Sinestro spat, “that we’re here. The ‘Omniverse.’” He finished clasping the plain, archaic trousers. “We are trapped here by the power of that creature that I must assume we all saw before awakening.” Pulling the brown tunic over his crimson chest, the ex-lantern began fastening the ornate steel clasps all the way up to the garment’s high neck. “It seems to think we’re ‘interesting.’” The belt was thick, excessively so, with a buckle that ran far larger than its use would necessitate. “And so, we are here to entertain it.” The boots were as disproportionate as the belt, thick and heavy, running all the way up the calf to just below the knee.
“Indeed,” Ganon said in his deep, unmistakable bass. The thick shouldered man gave a cordial smile and began to lift himself from his knee.
Thall stepped back in shock, in his delirium not noticing that he had knelt down to address him the entire time. The man, no, the titan, was not shorter than the lean soldier, but instead almost a full foot taller. He was no Arkillo but what he lacked in pure mass he seemed to make up for in cunning.
Everybody in the group was either made of metal or had a bladed weapon of some kind. Two had weapons that reminded him of Cyborg’s. In fact, they both looked like cyborgs. Warriors of some kind, every last one of them.
He could already see the pockets of alliances being formed. A group of technologically based individuals, as well as the small boy clad in green. There was some green woman plodding angrily towards a pair of others in the distance. Now another woman was heading off into the white, towards what appeared to be an archway in the distance.
Squinting, he saw something else near the gates. “We should all leave as soon as possible,” he said, pulling the long, ornate jacket he had been given over his shoulders.
”And why is that?” the robed female asked.
He lifted his finger, pointing to the distance. “I believe this place will get much more ‘interesting’ here in the next few minutes.”
The giant Ganon squinted and scowled as his eyes fell upon the growing cloud that poured through the gate. “That may be a wise course of action.”
“More than you may know,” the woman in the red suit chimed in, motioning in the opposite direction, indicating a swarm of equal size. She hefted her large arm-cannon up, her facial screen flickering back to opaque.
The metal boy with glasses slowly stepped backwards, facing the horde closest to him and slid his shield in front. His thin lips curled into a frown and a bright glow hummed out of his own weapon.
“Raising Heart, start scans on the approaching forces,” the woman politely asked her small, red sphere.
Yes, my master, it replied.
“We need to either move or fight,” the blonde woman said matter-of-factly, “And I vote we move. I don’t think any of us are in the position to have a stand-off with whatever’s coming.”
Sinestro felt naked amid these people, even the children had swords and guns. Without his ring, what was he? Who would fear some dreg from another world, stripped of the only thing that made him-
No.
He was Sinestro. Even before he was a Green Lantern he was his world’s greatest archaeologist. When the Guardians had recognized him, he rose among the ranks and restored his world from a suffering, struggling cesspool into a pinnacle of order and law. From Korugar, he corrected his sector. After his sector, the universe. After that pathetic bastard Jordan had him sent into the antimatter universe, he found a way. The Qwardians had forged him a ring, and he had escaped. From that ring, he forged a Corps, a force that challenged the very progenitors of the universe. He had been the first White Lantern. He had defeated Nekron, and saved the universe and all of its inhabitants.
He would find a way. He wouldn’t just survive, he would conquer.
“Indeed,” Ganon said in his deep, unmistakable bass. The thick shouldered man gave a cordial smile and began to lift himself from his knee.
Thall stepped back in shock, in his delirium not noticing that he had knelt down to address him the entire time. The man, no, the titan, was not shorter than the lean soldier, but instead almost a full foot taller. He was no Arkillo but what he lacked in pure mass he seemed to make up for in cunning.
Everybody in the group was either made of metal or had a bladed weapon of some kind. Two had weapons that reminded him of Cyborg’s. In fact, they both looked like cyborgs. Warriors of some kind, every last one of them.
He could already see the pockets of alliances being formed. A group of technologically based individuals, as well as the small boy clad in green. There was some green woman plodding angrily towards a pair of others in the distance. Now another woman was heading off into the white, towards what appeared to be an archway in the distance.
Squinting, he saw something else near the gates. “We should all leave as soon as possible,” he said, pulling the long, ornate jacket he had been given over his shoulders.
”And why is that?” the robed female asked.
He lifted his finger, pointing to the distance. “I believe this place will get much more ‘interesting’ here in the next few minutes.”
The giant Ganon squinted and scowled as his eyes fell upon the growing cloud that poured through the gate. “That may be a wise course of action.”
“More than you may know,” the woman in the red suit chimed in, motioning in the opposite direction, indicating a swarm of equal size. She hefted her large arm-cannon up, her facial screen flickering back to opaque.
The metal boy with glasses slowly stepped backwards, facing the horde closest to him and slid his shield in front. His thin lips curled into a frown and a bright glow hummed out of his own weapon.
“Raising Heart, start scans on the approaching forces,” the woman politely asked her small, red sphere.
Yes, my master, it replied.
“We need to either move or fight,” the blonde woman said matter-of-factly, “And I vote we move. I don’t think any of us are in the position to have a stand-off with whatever’s coming.”
Sinestro felt naked amid these people, even the children had swords and guns. Without his ring, what was he? Who would fear some dreg from another world, stripped of the only thing that made him-
No.
He was Sinestro. Even before he was a Green Lantern he was his world’s greatest archaeologist. When the Guardians had recognized him, he rose among the ranks and restored his world from a suffering, struggling cesspool into a pinnacle of order and law. From Korugar, he corrected his sector. After his sector, the universe. After that pathetic bastard Jordan had him sent into the antimatter universe, he found a way. The Qwardians had forged him a ring, and he had escaped. From that ring, he forged a Corps, a force that challenged the very progenitors of the universe. He had been the first White Lantern. He had defeated Nekron, and saved the universe and all of its inhabitants.
He would find a way. He wouldn’t just survive, he would conquer.
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