Part 1 - Ring Around the Rosie

[wieldtherainbow]

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.

[ooc: Go!]

Comments

Re: First Contact

[soulinherfists]

Allenby cracked her knuckles. "Well, I'm not intervening for anyone until they give me a damn good reason to," she said, watching the people-lights approach. "But yeah, let's not shoot 'em down until we have to, huh? I'm good, but even I couldn't take on that many at once. Even with a laser-rifle on our side."

She shot a glare at Sherlock and backed up Simon. "Yeah, quit jumpin' to conclusions." Hypocrisy? Maybe, yes, but she didn't like the implication that they wouldn't be able to do anything about the situation.

Re: First Contact

[first_in_time]

'Quit jumpin' to conclusions' that was precisely what Barbara needed to do. She stood firm, although her knees wobbled and her mind filled with all kinds of probable disasters. But if none of the assembled team were capable with dealing whatever this was, Stacey wouldn't have sent them.

Right?

[quixotically]

Elle gripped her shotgun tighter than was probably good for her hands.

"They're bringing the fight to us a little early, if you ask me," she commented. It was a bad attempt at humor, she'll admit that. "Wonder if they're fighting over us, or if one side just decided to take advantage of the situation..." She shakes her head. "Might be a little arrogant, but. Could be possible."

[wieldtherainbow]

It was actually possible that Elle was right. There was a strange, pink-skinned man in yellow that was yelling something at one of the figures in green as he was fighting him, something they couldn't hear when they were that far away.

He gestured wildly at the group.

[wieldtherainbow]

The man in green he was fighting and arguing with started yelling something back and then the two of them, despite the tension, seemed to reach some kind of agreement and stopped fighting. The man in green gestured to the crew below them himself this time.

[wieldtherainbow]

The man in yellow called off the other yellow Lanterns and the man in green did the same. Then the other groups called off their own Lanterns as well, until they floated in the air, having some kind of furious and seemingly important discussion with one another.

Finally, they all seemed to come to some sort of agreement, and the group turned, looked down at the group of crew members, and no longer fighting they started to float down towards the crew.

[quixotically]

Elle paled when she saw the gesturing towards the crew. At least the fighting was over, but now they were heading directly towards them.

"I hate it when I'm right," she said meekly, more to herself than those around her.

[thedetectiveprince]

The situation, should they all decide to attack them, would not be in their favor. Having watched them fight silently, Naoto could easily see that there was some internal strife amongst them, but it could be put on hold. The situation, then had to be rather dire for all to do so. Yet she wasn't afraid of situation advancing towards them, and simply gripped her pistol a little bit tighter, ready to bring out her Persona of the situation called for it calmly. She had faced a death god, after all. After Izanami there was little that could daunt her.

"My hypothesis is close to yours, Elle," she replied, pushing her summoning glasses up her nose. "Regardless of their intentions, we must be alert. Considering the fact they were fighting amongst themselves mere seconds ago, it would be unproductive to hold a truce simply to come down and deal with us when just a few of them could have done so by themselves." Now it was just a question of why they had been fighting in the first place. If anything, at least, the different colors made it easy to distinguish the groups from each other. What a strange way of doing warfare.

[nerves_of_steel]

John glanced around, then shrugged and took a few steps forward.

"Hello there!" he called out, waving an arm over his head at the the approaching glowing hoard. "We mean you no harm!"

...Right, he should never be allowed to be the first point of contact.

"I'm a doctor!" he added, because that had worked out in favor of his not being shot at in the past.

[jackalpi]

"Curious," murmured Spinelli. It didn't take the trained eye of a private investigator to determine that there was a high level of strife amongst the groups - although truthfully, he was very glad that the fighting hadn't spread to include them. That would not have ended well, he was sure.

"Perhaps they will make their intentions known shortly, now that they have ceased their conflict."

[first_in_time]

Barbara spared a curious glance at the doctor - medical, she assumed - if only 'we mean you no harm' worked on all of the aliens she'd met...

"I can't imagine their intentions will be kept to themselves for much longer," she said, tensing a little in case she has to run at any moment, "whether we'll be given explicit instructions or directions, is another thing entirely."

[punchedoutdestiny]

Simon steps up towards John with a confident stride and a serious face. "I am Simon, Councillor aboard the Transmigration 9 - my comrade here is correct, we do mean no harm. We've been expecting..." There's a slight pause here. "Someone. If that's you, well." He looks out among them. "That's a lot of someones."

[first_of_steel]

Roger didn't say anything. There were enough people doing the talking already. Somebody had to watch quietly and listen. You never knew what you might miss.

[wieldtherainbow]

"Keep your weapons down, we don't plan to cause harm," said the man in green that floated down. He held out his ring which chattered something at him.

"Sector-less, just like the prophecies said."

The man landed and nodded once at them, curtly.

"Hal Jordan of Earth," he said, "How did you all come to be on Mogo?"

One thing that had been clear in their mission briefing was that they weren't supposed to mention Stacy or being from other universes.

[moms_temperment]

For his part, Hana just looked very impressed, beaming at the new comers in a friendly fashion like an excited child. "I think they look pretty cool."

He tilted his head slightly at the guy in green. "You're from Earth too?"

[first_in_time]

"We're travelers," Barbara replied simply but firmly enough so that her own uncertainty wasn't clear. "What prophecies do you mean?"

[poorlycopingstrategist]

Oh, lovely, another prophecy.

Jamie kept quiet, watching the man in green and glancing occasionally toward the floating figures waiting some distance away. He generally agreed with Naoto's assessment of the situation - that the multicolored swarm probably wouldn't have ceased their battle just to deal with the tiny handful of people representing Stacy's crew - but he couldn't keep a faint hint of anxiety from nibbling at the back of his brain, regardless.

[wieldtherainbow]

"That I am," said Hal Jordan. They were from Earth? But the rings weren't scanning them as being from any sector at all, and Barbara's vague "we're travelers" seemed like a very deliberate dodge of the question.

Interesting.

"You're from Earth?"

[wieldtherainbow]

"Enough inane small talk, Jordan," cut in the man in yellow that Hal had been arguing with in the sky.

"I am Sinestro, leader of the Sinestro Corps. Our different corps are in the throes of a glorious war, each corps tapping into the power of a particular color in the emotional spectrum with our rings. We all gained access to a prophecy that claimed that twelve individuals from an unknown sector would appear here on this day on the living planet Mogo and that they would finally bring victory and an end to the War of Light. Since we cannot forcibly conscript you to each of our various Corps unless you are worthy of the power bestowed upon you, we all agreed to a temporary ceasefire to determine your loyalties. The rings themselves will decide which corps you belong to."

This Sinestro didn't seem to care that some of them might not want to be recruited at all.

[wieldtherainbow]

"You wouldn't be asking them to cut the small talk if they were from Korugar, Sinestro," cut in a woman wearing, well, almost next to nothing. "Or maybe I'm wrong. I'm still not certain how you feel towards your own people." Likely not love, though.

"My name is Carol Ferris," she then said, turning her attention back to the crew members. "Star Sapphire of Earth." Also, technically, their leader, considering how many times the Zamarons had attempted to make her their queen before they'd suddenly become an entire corps. "I hope there are those amongst your ranks who have the capacity to love with your entire being. We will need that."

Yes, because that doesn't sound weird or worrisome at all.

[on_your_nerves]

"Well, that's not disturbing in the least," snarked Sherlock.

[punchedoutdestiny]

"A number of us are originally from Earth, yes, but as my comrade said, we are travelers. We're working on finding our way back home - and trying to lend a hand here and there where we can on the way," Simon answers. It's an odd way of phrasing things, but it's not untrue.

His head turns toward Sinestro - what kind of name was that, anyway - and nods. "Your Prophecy seems to line up with what little we know - we received a strange message from an unknown source, calling for us to come here."

Carol gets a polite, if awkward nod in greeting. Leeron once told him that the power of love changes the universe, but this isn't quite what Simon had in mind.

[wieldtherainbow]

Another Green Lantern looked towards Hal.

"Looks like they're just as in the dark as we are, Hal," said John Stewart. "We need to bring as many of them as we can to Oa."

[wieldtherainbow]

"You will, of course only take the ones that receive green rings, Jordan, or rings of your allies. Those who are chosen by the yellow are rightfully mine," Sinestro cut in.

[wieldtherainbow]

"You can have 'em," said another Lantern with a curl of his lip. "The only way you yellow freaks are welcome on Oa is if you're goin' right to the Sciencells."