trans_9 | Part 1 - Ring Around the Rosie

The briefing was, well, brief, given the complicated situation they were being thrust into. Stacy tried to give them as much as she could but apparently her intel on this universe was rather limited.

For this reason, they were dumped rather unceremoniously on a vast planet, with grassy green fields, the dropship that dropped them off retreating on autopilot and disappearing back into the transdimensional ether. It was a lovely planet at the very least, with vast deep blue skies, teeming with vegetation, but oddly, they all would likely find themselves dealing with the unnerving inkling feeling that they were somehow being watched. There were no sentients or even animals in site, however.

The only thing they could do right now was wait. They had been told that they would be found, that they would be offered rings, taken into these different Corps of people, and they they needed to make sure the war ended in a way that didn't devastate life in this universe.

That was something of a tall order.

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Roger'd seen a lot since Staci picked him up, or at least he thought he had. This kind of thing.... This was something new. Prophecies and rings of power and nobody quite knowing what was going on, and a lightshow like something out of a Barsoom novel and its talk of the Ninth Ray-

He held up one armored hand, curious to see what came his way. He didn't have to wait long. A streak of blue peeled off from the other colors of the lightshow, orbited his hand once, and came to a stop in his palm.

Blue. Huh. The whatever-it-was alien (they didn't have any of that species on Stacy, that was for sure) had said something about bringing hope. Not what he would've said he was good at, necessarily. Not out of what he'd heard the ring wielders talking about, anyway.

Then again, it hadn't been love or fear or rage or compassion that'd kept his people together since the rest of the world went quiet, had it. And even if it was just pure cussed-mindedness that kept him moving some days... well, hadn't he been doing everything since Colonel Spindel locked himself in his office pretty much entirely to keep them from falling into the kind of anarchy you got when there was no hope left at all? That had to count for something.

There were worse things to be associated with. And it looked like a pretty solidly made ring, too. Hell, it was even sized to fit around the power armor's fingers.

He shrugged, and slipped it on.

||Roger Maxson of sector [unknown], You have the ability to instill great hope. Welcome to the Blue Lantern Corps. All will be well.||

"This is wonderful," said the white-skinned alien in blue. "The light of hope is too dim in the universe and we need as much help as we can keeping it alive."

Roger's mouth twitched. "Always knew I must've survived the Great War for a reason," he said. "So what's involved? And what do I call you?"

"I am Saint Walker. Those who wield the blue light of hope train on Odym by Ganthet and Sayd, the Oans that defected from the other Guardians to form the Blue Lantern Corps. Our numbers are few, but we are able to give great aid to the Green Lanterns, as willpower is the emotion in the center of the spectrum and may be the key to balance. Their power is increased when near us and our power is increased in proximity with them. After all, what is hope without the willpower to enact it?"

"Yeah, okay," Roger said. He might've raised an eyebrow at the 'saint' title, but the alien at least was saying something he could understand, so he could stand to let that pass. "That makes sense. About the willpower part, I mean."

Lord knew he'd seen enough of what could happen if one or the other failed.

"All right, I'm good with this. If it helps, I'm in."

"After your training on Odym, we will join the other Lanterns on Oa."

"How long's that likely to take, if you don't mind my asking?"

"Only a few weeks. Normally, it would be longer, but we are pressed for time. Sayd and Ganthet will want to speak with you personally about the nature of hope and the responsibilities of being a Blue Lantern, to make sure you understand them. Your actual training with your ring will happen jointly with other Lanterns on Oa, so that you may stay with your crewmates."

Roger nodded. No point in quibbling when the training time was already being cut down. If they were going to keep up this mission, it had to be done. "I can do that," he says. "Thank you."

"You are welcome, Roger Maxson, and thank you. Keeping hope alive is no easy task."

"Don't I know it," Roger muttered, and settled back on his heels to watch the rest of the proceedings. There might, after all, be other blues.

Part 1 - Ring Around the Rosie

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