08-28-2016, 06:26 PM
(This post was last modified: 06-16-2018, 01:03 PM by Thaal Sinestro.)
The people of the Town knew what it meant when they saw his symbol in the sky. Stay inside. Lock your doors. Comply with the instructions of any Corps member. Be afraid of what might happen next.
The Sinestro Corps’ symbol appeared in the sky like a second sun, its light condescending into the town below, casting everything in its fearful golden glow. The streets cleared rapidly, citizens shuffling in nervous trots into whatever establishment was closest, slamming the doors and closing the shutters. Those who had nowhere else to go rushed from the immediate area, darting into alleys or ducking into their wagons. There was a sudden stillness in the air, a nervous quiet. The wind blew, and a single pane banged back and forth.
Suddenly, gunfire.
The shots ricocheted off of the shield that Phantom held in front of him, sparks flying off the transparent yellow as he slowly stalked forward. From the strength of the bullets, the man in white was probably a Prime. It took all the focus the exo had just to maintain the defense, but his nervousness bolstered its strength. Every time it wavered, he remembered that Sinestro was watching, burning through him with his amber eyes, judging his every move. The shield didn’t break.
“Come on now, traveler,” the robot spat, oil leaking down his face, “don’t make this harder for yourself than you’ve already made it. Just give up, and I’ll have some mercy on you.”
The deputy, Sinestro, flew high above the scene, his arms crossed, his eyes narrowed. He was ready at a moment’s notice to cut off the criminal’s exit or, if needed, snuff out their life. Instead though, he simply observed. He had been reluctant to put the exo on this mission, as simple as it was. When he had found the gunslinger in the desert, he was little more than a killing machine. Sinestro had seen a spark of something more in him than a simple dualist however, and attempted to foster some sense of purpose into his cybernetic soul. Thus far, the results had been mixed.
“I can tell you’re smart,” Phantom said, creeping around the edge of the hoverbike, his constructed cloak waving with each step. “Just come on out. Make this easier for both of us. I don’t wanna have to kill you.”
Sinestro’s ring flared to life, a beam of energy tearing down from the sky, but it was already too late. The stranger rolled out from beneath the craft and buried a knife in Phantom’s electronic throat. Oil and sparks sprayed out in a horrible display before his ring duplicate could manage to contain the bleeding in a protective seal. A millisecond later, a beam of yellow blasted the outlaw away from the Corpsman and into the dirt.
Phantom scrambled for a moment before his hand found the handle of the blade, jerking it out wildly. The ring’s automatic systems plugged the wounds, constructs forming replacements for each of the machine’s vital systems as he stumbled down to his knees. The exo choked for words, only to have black oil leak from his lips. His optics flickered, and he could sense his systems starting to fail.
There were no Ghosts here to bring him back. There were no doctors that could repair him. There was no hope for him. And in the absence of Hope, there was only Fear.
Phantom turned towards the robber, his body enflamed with a yellow aura. Every aspect of his body prickled and twanged with the ring’s power, absolute terror having taken hold of him, filling him with the full power of the Sinestro Corps’ ring. Weapons formed around him with barely a thought, a wall of pistols of every manufacture surrounding the machine. All of the hammers drew back in unison, and in similar unison, they began to fire.
Dirt and stone flew into the air as the streets were torn apart, the gunslinger’s constructs firing faster than a hundred men. The pale man shouted in shock and attempted to turn and bolt, but the hail of hard-light bullets fell upon him, perforating his legs and back with more holes than anyone would bother counting. He fell instantly and without a word, red flowing down his white jacket.
A hand pressed into the lawman’s shoulder, and all of the pistols jerked to face its owner. When Phantom saw who the hand belonged to, they vanished. The machine quavered, his robotic legs buckling beneath him. The korugaran caught him as the uniform faded off of Phantom’s body, his convulsing body shivering in his superior’s arms. “Di-” he gurgled, “did I d-do…” Black flowed from his open mouth, strangling the machine’s last words.
Sinestro offered a rare smile, and nodded. “You served well. Your reputation stands.”
“Never been beat,” the Corpsman chucked weakly. His hand grasped the deputy’s uniform, leaving a dark streak over the symbol on his chest. Phantom’s eyes flickered once again, then faded into emptiness.
Sinestro slowly shook his head slowly. “And your service is not yet finished.” He pressed his hand into the gore of the exo’s neck, and a prismatic light shined from within. Slowly, the exo’s internal systems were replaced, omnilium filling the gaps and fusing the severed wires. Eventually, he was repaired, and the deputy lowered his yet unconscious body to the ground.
Sinestro’s uniform slowly flickered away, as he looked down at his Corpsman, his attire returning the poncho and wide-brimmed hat as he processed the encounter. He had never been able to save the men and women he lost in battle. The grisly deaths of hundreds of his soldiers flashed through his mind. Green Lanterns, as well as Sinestro Corps. So many loyal to him had died. But here, in the Omniverse, he could save them.
It was then that his attention drifted to the man who Phantom had gunned down. Squinting, he lifted his ring and scanned the man. “Life signs?” he asked.
“LIFE SIGNS MINIMAL, BUT PRESENT,” the ring barked back.
“A lot of fight, indeed,” the lantern purred. “Additional information?”
“CHARLIE PRINCE, HUMAN. PLANET OF ORIGIN: EARTH.” The crackling voice paused for a moment. ”LIFE SIGNS FADING.”
The deputy stalked over to the robber’s body and kicked away his gun. Kneeling down, he flipped Charlie onto his back, and placed his palm on his hole-riddled chest.
“Charlie Prince of Earth...” A white light began to gleam, and Sinestro smirked to himself. “Welcome to the Sinestro Corps.”
The Sinestro Corps’ symbol appeared in the sky like a second sun, its light condescending into the town below, casting everything in its fearful golden glow. The streets cleared rapidly, citizens shuffling in nervous trots into whatever establishment was closest, slamming the doors and closing the shutters. Those who had nowhere else to go rushed from the immediate area, darting into alleys or ducking into their wagons. There was a sudden stillness in the air, a nervous quiet. The wind blew, and a single pane banged back and forth.
Suddenly, gunfire.
The shots ricocheted off of the shield that Phantom held in front of him, sparks flying off the transparent yellow as he slowly stalked forward. From the strength of the bullets, the man in white was probably a Prime. It took all the focus the exo had just to maintain the defense, but his nervousness bolstered its strength. Every time it wavered, he remembered that Sinestro was watching, burning through him with his amber eyes, judging his every move. The shield didn’t break.
“Come on now, traveler,” the robot spat, oil leaking down his face, “don’t make this harder for yourself than you’ve already made it. Just give up, and I’ll have some mercy on you.”
The deputy, Sinestro, flew high above the scene, his arms crossed, his eyes narrowed. He was ready at a moment’s notice to cut off the criminal’s exit or, if needed, snuff out their life. Instead though, he simply observed. He had been reluctant to put the exo on this mission, as simple as it was. When he had found the gunslinger in the desert, he was little more than a killing machine. Sinestro had seen a spark of something more in him than a simple dualist however, and attempted to foster some sense of purpose into his cybernetic soul. Thus far, the results had been mixed.
“I can tell you’re smart,” Phantom said, creeping around the edge of the hoverbike, his constructed cloak waving with each step. “Just come on out. Make this easier for both of us. I don’t wanna have to kill you.”
Sinestro’s ring flared to life, a beam of energy tearing down from the sky, but it was already too late. The stranger rolled out from beneath the craft and buried a knife in Phantom’s electronic throat. Oil and sparks sprayed out in a horrible display before his ring duplicate could manage to contain the bleeding in a protective seal. A millisecond later, a beam of yellow blasted the outlaw away from the Corpsman and into the dirt.
Phantom scrambled for a moment before his hand found the handle of the blade, jerking it out wildly. The ring’s automatic systems plugged the wounds, constructs forming replacements for each of the machine’s vital systems as he stumbled down to his knees. The exo choked for words, only to have black oil leak from his lips. His optics flickered, and he could sense his systems starting to fail.
There were no Ghosts here to bring him back. There were no doctors that could repair him. There was no hope for him. And in the absence of Hope, there was only Fear.
Phantom turned towards the robber, his body enflamed with a yellow aura. Every aspect of his body prickled and twanged with the ring’s power, absolute terror having taken hold of him, filling him with the full power of the Sinestro Corps’ ring. Weapons formed around him with barely a thought, a wall of pistols of every manufacture surrounding the machine. All of the hammers drew back in unison, and in similar unison, they began to fire.
Dirt and stone flew into the air as the streets were torn apart, the gunslinger’s constructs firing faster than a hundred men. The pale man shouted in shock and attempted to turn and bolt, but the hail of hard-light bullets fell upon him, perforating his legs and back with more holes than anyone would bother counting. He fell instantly and without a word, red flowing down his white jacket.
A hand pressed into the lawman’s shoulder, and all of the pistols jerked to face its owner. When Phantom saw who the hand belonged to, they vanished. The machine quavered, his robotic legs buckling beneath him. The korugaran caught him as the uniform faded off of Phantom’s body, his convulsing body shivering in his superior’s arms. “Di-” he gurgled, “did I d-do…” Black flowed from his open mouth, strangling the machine’s last words.
Sinestro offered a rare smile, and nodded. “You served well. Your reputation stands.”
“Never been beat,” the Corpsman chucked weakly. His hand grasped the deputy’s uniform, leaving a dark streak over the symbol on his chest. Phantom’s eyes flickered once again, then faded into emptiness.
Sinestro slowly shook his head slowly. “And your service is not yet finished.” He pressed his hand into the gore of the exo’s neck, and a prismatic light shined from within. Slowly, the exo’s internal systems were replaced, omnilium filling the gaps and fusing the severed wires. Eventually, he was repaired, and the deputy lowered his yet unconscious body to the ground.
Sinestro’s uniform slowly flickered away, as he looked down at his Corpsman, his attire returning the poncho and wide-brimmed hat as he processed the encounter. He had never been able to save the men and women he lost in battle. The grisly deaths of hundreds of his soldiers flashed through his mind. Green Lanterns, as well as Sinestro Corps. So many loyal to him had died. But here, in the Omniverse, he could save them.
It was then that his attention drifted to the man who Phantom had gunned down. Squinting, he lifted his ring and scanned the man. “Life signs?” he asked.
“LIFE SIGNS MINIMAL, BUT PRESENT,” the ring barked back.
“A lot of fight, indeed,” the lantern purred. “Additional information?”
“CHARLIE PRINCE, HUMAN. PLANET OF ORIGIN: EARTH.” The crackling voice paused for a moment. ”LIFE SIGNS FADING.”
The deputy stalked over to the robber’s body and kicked away his gun. Kneeling down, he flipped Charlie onto his back, and placed his palm on his hole-riddled chest.
“Charlie Prince of Earth...” A white light began to gleam, and Sinestro smirked to himself. “Welcome to the Sinestro Corps.”
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