Ringing Out the Old

[wieldtherainbow]

They had been trained and now they were all on Oa together, periodically dispatched to go on missions for the war effort. It was not entirely unlike being on Stacy, and many of the expectations were the same. They were to look out for their fellow Lanterns, defend themselves, and try to defend the innocent.

It was becoming readily apparent that certain things were not right on Oa, though. The Zamarons seemed to be hiding something within their crystalline headquarters, and the Oans themselves only relayed information through Green Lanterns to the crew, and seemed to be brusque even when talking to their own people.

There were whispers of discontent and concern among the Corps on Oa.

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The Hand that Rocks the Cradle - Hunting for Kryb

[wieldtherainbow]

The hunt for Kryb had brought several Lanterns to a crime scene on a planet. The house was trashed from a vicious fight. A Green Lantern and her husband were splayed out on the floor, dead, their bodies showing signs of having been killed by the power of other Lanterns.

"Green Lantern Vasheez and her husband Tretiis. They had a one year old daughter, now missing," explained the Green Lantern Matoo Pree. "It has Kryb written all over it."

Kryb, the yellow Lantern that killed Green Lanterns and stole their children store in the cage on her back and raise as her own.

"As long as Kryb is free, Green Lanterns will live in fear for their children. She must be stopped."

Re: The Hand that Rocks the Cradle - Hunting for Kryb

[first_of_steel]

One gets used to many things over the course of years, and in a world like Roger's one learns to mourn one's losses and move on. But there are things, from time to time, that kick up old memories. The dead Lanterns were of some species he didn't recognize, but the scene looked like a miniature of the hours after that dreadful raid that'd struck them on the road to Lost Hills-

And the missing daughter was the same age as his grandson.

There really wasn't any question. Roger stepped forward. "What kind of information do you have about her?"

Rookies of the Year - GL Rookie Run

[wieldtherainbow]

Now it was time to see if the GLs' training with their rings would hold up on an actual mission.

"Alright, poozers, listen up," barked Kilowog. "We're heading to a planet called Telerim Seven, one that's dealing with a bit of an asteroid problem. Our job is to go in there and break 'em up so they burn up in the atmosphere. This is a chance for you rookies to learn to work together. There is, as always, risk of attack from the yellows or the reds, but our intel says at most it'd be a scouting party. You'll be taking your orders from John Stewart on this run. Stay on your toes, work together, remember what you were taught, and if we're attacked, fight with everything you've got."

Re: Rookies of the Year - GL Rookie Run

[nerves_of_steel]

"Yes sir," John said, adjusting his uniform helmet. He didn't technically need one, the aura of his ring taking care of all the protection he needed on its own, but going into dangerous territory without a helmet just didn't feel right.

He wondered if they were going to be attacked by the yellows. He wondered if Sherlock was going to be there too.

Re: Rookies of the Year - GL Rookie Run

[punchedoutdestiny]

"Smash some rocks, huh? Sounds easy enough," Simon comments, more in an observational tone than a disrespectful tone. His arms were folded, and his posture reflected a calm confidence.

Re: Rookies of the Year - GL Rookie Run

[poorlycopingstrategist]

Jamie side-eyed Simon but said nothing in direct response to his comment. There was a chance they'd be able to complete their mission without incident, but Jamie wasn't counting on it.

"I think us Sectorless recruits should stick together as much as we can," he suggested, to whichever members of said group were nearby.

Knowledge is Power - Mystery Mission

[wieldtherainbow]

The ties Sinestro had with the Green Lantern Corps were well known to all but that didn't mean important information couldn't be learned if some of the crew decided to dig deeper. There were individuals that could be questioned, like the Earth Lanterns, that seemed to know quite a bit about Sinestro, and deep in the archives of the Green Lanterns there was possibly vital information that could be used to aid their efforts in the war--if the crew was nosy enough.

Re: Knowledge is Power - Mystery Mission

[jackalpi]

There was information here to be had, if they could find it. Spinelli was certain of that. And his strengths were such that if there was information out there in a handily found electronic form, he felt certain he could access it with relative ease. The question was, how well guarded was it?

Despite the confidence boost that had come along with his new ring that might have otherwise led him to go out and talk to people, there were old habits that Spinelli fell into. The first thing to do, for him, was to see what kind of data retrieval was available to them, if there were networks available that he could use his hacking skills on and if there were defenses he needed to be aware of before he made the attempt to access any archives out there. If it proved to be too well guarded, well, then...information gathering of a more old fashioned variety could be attempted.

But once a hacker, always a hacker. If there was anything resembling a computer terminal that he could get his hands on, it was time to see what he could glean from it.

[on_your_nerves]

Spinelli wasn't alone in being curious as to what information could be gleaned about this war.

"I see I'm not the only one wondering what the Oans are hiding."

Love Conquers All

[wieldtherainbow]

On the planet Zelonum IV, there was a great love in danger, thanks to the yellow Lantern, Feena Sik. Feena had murdered her husband with her ability to make her paintings come to life and now she was wreaking havoc on the planet below.

Re: Love Conquers All

[soulinherfists]

This sounded like a mess. Allenby wasn't sure if this great love in danger was actually Feena and her husband themselves. Wasn't it kind of late if that was the case? And if she'd murdered him, there probably wasn't too much love to even save.

But there was more she didn't know just from that, she was sure of it. Maybe it had been an accident; she couldn't believe that all yellow Lanterns were evil even if one of the crew hadn't been picked by that ring. (Nothing about them not being annoying, though.) And Allenby wanted to find out, not for the sake of the Corps' orders but wanting to know for herself what had happened and what she--they--could do about it. She'd helped to save one huge, messed-up romance, so she was sure there was something happening below the surface of this story.

"Just what kind of painting was it, anyhow?"

[jackalpi]

Love could conquer all, but this was a most dire set of circumstances indeed. For someone to murder someone with a painting, of all things, an expression of something that came from the heart...Spinelli felt his own heart clench at the very notion of it. If there was a wrong to be righted here, by George, he would do so. So he, too, was attempting to find out where things had gone wrong. Maybe if they could figure that out they could figure out some what to stop what was occurring now.

"And can you say as to what the circumstances were that led to up to the most regrettable act that caused the demise of this unfortunate man?"

[moms_temperment]

Hana stood amongst the others, listening to their conversation when the most important question, as far as he was concerned, demanded to be asked. "How do we beat her?"

CR Threads

[wieldtherainbow]

As discontent grows on Oa, the crew will have to band together even more to make sure they can see this through to the end

[ooc: can be used to CR threads set at any point during this time period]

[on_your_nerves]

It moved in a wave throughout the Corps on Oa. The communication from the Oans that Sherlock was considered an ally, that he was not to be harmed or imprisoned, under order of the Oans.

As Sherlock walked out onto the training grounds he saw each of them listen to the transmission. He'd never thought he'd see that many variations on expressions of disgust and loathing but it helped to have alien faces expressing them.

Anyone he passed eyed him suspiciously and groups of Green Lanterns who were talking together occasionally had their eyes dart his way and then went back to talking in hushed, outraged tones.

The way he looked back at them was colder, even a little hateful, more like he'd been when John had first met him.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd think that I was unwelcome on Oa," he said sarcastically.

[nerves_of_steel]

"Yeah, well," John said with a shrug. There wasn't really much to say to that. He might not have been as observant as Sherlock, but he wasn't blind to the way the Green Lanterns were staring at his friend.

He didn't care for it much, either.

As the passed through one of the more public areas, John reached out and caught Sherlock by the coat sleeve -- the one that he'd repaired after a Yellow Lantern drooled acid on it.

"Hey, c'mere a second."

He pulled Sherlock into a hug, right there in the middle of the crowd. This seemed like a situation warranting a brief suspension of the usual rules about physical contact for British men.

[on_your_nerves]

Sherlock went stiff at first, partly because of said rules of contact, partly because of what he'd just been through on Qward and how distant it had made him feel from...people.

People were other to the yellows, they were little things to be controlled and hurt and destroyed. That's how they saw it anyway. But the truth was that people were... John. John was a person. John was other, John was other and that made him important because he was something other than the yellow, he was one of the little people and he wasn't little at all. He mattered, like many people did.

The stiffness gave way to Sherlock melting into the hug, sliding his arms around his friend and holding on tightly. A little too tightly, perhaps. Tight enough that John could feel the shaking.

[punchedoutdestiny]

"Seems they really take their faction stuff seriously here," Simon comments while stepping up beside Sherlock.

"I wouldn't let it get to you, though. If they weren't looking at you funny for that, they'd be doing it over the whole 'sectorless' thing instead."

[on_your_nerves]

"Yes, I had noticed they seem to be regarding all of the crew as potential enemies." And no wonder, with a vague prophecy being the only thing justifying their presence there and them appearing out of nowhere with a somewhat flimsy cover story. "I suppose the only difference between myself and the rest of you is that by receiving a yellow ring, they've decided that I'm a confirmed one."

It was his second day on Oa, and the Lanterns weren't treating him any differently, but he was much more relaxed now than he'd been when he first arrived. Sherlock seemed far more comfortable in his own skin.

[first_of_steel]

"People," said an American voice Sherlock might have recognized from an encounter not long after pod-pop, "get ideas in their heads sometimes, and don't let them go. Hey there."

[on_your_nerves]

"I don't--"

That was a lie, that he didn't care.

"It's inconvenient, but not unexpected. And as Simon pointed out to me earlier, they don't trust the rest of the crew much more than they trust me."

That said, he seemed to be dealing with it very well, but then it wasn't altogether that different from how he was regarded back home. It wasn't as if people back home didn't think he was a psychopath.

[soulinherfists]

"Hey!" If he didn't move out of the way, Sherlock was going to get an overenthusiastic slap on the back from a Star Sapphire with an enormous smile. "Don't worry about them. They're just all caught up in stuff that's been going on for probably hundreds of years."

It was clear that Allenby didn't put too much stock in things like generation-spanning resentments and mistrust. She figured that letting that kind of stupidity interfere ran right against what a Star Sapphire was supposed to do. Sherlock was a teammate, right? Even if half the planet seemed to be giving him the side-eye, she was sure he was going to prove himself.

Well, okay, he seemed like an arrogant weirdo without much common sense from her first impression of him. But even if he was, he was still her teammate, and that meant it was only right that she try to befriend him.

Diplomatics

[wieldtherainbow]

There is discontent between the corps cooperating with the Oans because of the brusqueness of the Oans and their lack of true cooperation.

After hearing grumbles of discontent and concern from some of the Star Sapphires and even Saint Walker, perhaps some of the crew members can seek audience with the Oans to help them realize that there needs to be greater cooperation between the Corps.

The best way to get to the Oans was probably seeking out some of the Earth Lanterns that seemed sympathetic to the complaints many had and somewhat critical of the Oans.

Re: Diplomatics

[first_in_time]

Barbara held the staff with one hand as she took on a firm but non-threatening stance. She could feel the raw emotions pulling at her even before she said anything, as though she'd become trapped in some kind of emotio-magnetic field.

"We've come to seek an audience," she said kindly, "so that we might hear your side of the...disagreement."

Re: Diplomatics

[first_of_steel]

Roger stayed a little behind her, his ring gleaming blue against his armor. Defensive energy shield or no, he wasn't about to take the suit off. His age was not a time to start wearing some of the get-ups he'd seen other ring-wielder wearing.