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Post by Lantern Lad on Oct 7, 2007 16:07:14 GMT -5
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Post by Lantern Lad on Oct 7, 2007 16:07:41 GMT -5
Green Lantern Issue Nine: “Brave New World” Part Two of Three: “Riding Shotgun In The Back Of Your Head” Written by House Of Mystery and Scott Kruger Cover by Steffen_L Edited by Mark Bowers
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Post by Lantern Lad on Oct 7, 2007 16:09:18 GMT -5
Sector 1417; Orbiting Korugar: [/i][/center] Curiosity. His ring had absorbed some kind of strange, other-dimensional energy and the first emotion that came to him was curiosity. Not fear. Never fear. Curiosity. His ring brought up a diagnostic panel straight away, right before his eyes, and spoke directly into his mind. {Trace amounts of antimatter present//verifying?? Oan energy signature verified.} “Strange,” he murmured to himself. Sinestro was not the most curious person. He enjoyed order. He enjoyed the status quo… anomalies unnerved him. “Ring, scan Sector 2814 for ‘Hal Jordan’.” {Hello?}That was not the voice of his ring. Its accent, its language… That was not the voice of his ring. He landed on the closest oxygenated planetoid, and pointed at his ring. “Ring, run diagnostic, immediately.” It immediately went offline, and began to spark away without his notice. There was a voice. A voice inside his power ring. He paced across the green surface of the planetoid, and looked around. This did not happen to him. His ring did not speak to him in a foreign tongue. He did not intercept strange energy baubles entering this reality from another. Was that even possible? No, it was not. There were things in this universe that he had questioned, yes, but there always was a logical cause for such things. Yes, This will be a glitch in his ring. Yes. He paused in his pacing. His Oan power ring did not contain ‘glitches’. That wasn’t… possible. {Ring diagnostic complete} He came around from his daydreaming. “And?” {Recharge necessary.} “Ah.” He concentrated, summoning his power battery from the inter-dimensional warp wherein it resided. He began to think, if it were possible for the Green Lanterns to store their batteries in special anomalies created by their masters, the Guardians, then travel between maybe… other realities. Identical realities… Would that be possible? His thoughts were drifting. He remembered his training and focused, and the Lantern appeared in his hand. Ring-bearing hand forward, inside the cosmic furnace of power that was his battery, he began to recite the oath. “In blackest day, in darkest night, no evil shall escape my sight, let those who worship evil’s might, beware my power, Green Lantern’s light!” His ring exploded with emerald energy, green willpower pooled from the collective consciousness of the entire universe swirling around the power battery and entering into the jewel atop his ring. {Power levels at 125%} “What?” His ring seemed to buzz with power. The nerves in his forearm seemed to tingle, energy held in check only by his mind stored in that small piece of jewelry on his hand. “How is that possible?” {Can’t see…}His ring. It spoke again. What was happening? What was wrong with his ring? Who was Hal Jordan? And why Sinestro, of Korugar? “Ring.” He knew he had to do something. “I want a direct course to Sector 2814 plotted.” {Plotted} His ring’s ‘voice’ had returned to normal. But still, this was all… Troubling. “Take me there.” He hurtled through the light tunnels, the wormhole-like structure that connected each sector to OA, and to each other. Questions raced through his mind. He didn’t know what to think. He should have gone straight to OA. They would know what to do. But he didn’t want to be one of those rookies, the kind of Lantern who ran to the Guardians whenever they confronted something they didn’t understand. He knew that it would be three hours before he reached Earth. So he activated his ring’s hibernation cycle, and welcomed the warm darkness. “Who are you?”
His eyes jerked open. He wasn’t in the light tunnel, but in some kind of void, some place where there was no sense of up or down. He could have sworn he was back in space, but there were no stars, or planets, only… Darkness.
“I asked you a question, dammit!” He span around, and was grabbed on the shoulder by a human being costumed in exactly what Sinestro was wearing. “Holy crap.”
“What is going on here?”
The answer to his question was a right hook that loosened one of his back teeth. He spat purple, and returned the favor, throwing this strange double of his flying backwards. “What’s going on Sinestro?! Did you engineer that creep’s attack on me?”
“I do not know who you are, but if you persist in this attack, I will make sure you are in no shape to continue fighting.” His ring hand was raised, his emerald ring buzzing.
“You aren’t…” The man shook his head, and wiped a bead of blood that had dribbled out from his nostril. “You aren’t him. This is…”“Hnt.” Sinestro’s eyes opened, and the light tunnel faded. He was in Sector 2814. He could fly to Earth under his own steam now. Hibernation always zapped him good, but this time, it felt… weird. Not one of those strange waking dreams that other Lanterns have experienced, more like… He ignored his rambling thoughts. He focused his thoughts on his ring, and then his tongue wandered along the back rows of his teeth. A molar was loose.
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Post by Lantern Lad on Oct 7, 2007 16:09:41 GMT -5
The Source Wall, the edge of the Universe [/i][/center] The wave of Anti-Matter energy had finally completed its long journey through space. It struck the Source Wall, causing a massive shockwave that shook reality itself. Kavorkian, last sentinel of the library of Avaracknos, had been trapped at the head of the Anti-Matter wave as it sped across the cosmos. His armor and the Oan energy he had absorbed from the Earth Green Lantern were the only things that kept him from being enveloped and utterly destroyed by the wave. He lay with his back flattened against the wall, looking out onto a universe and wondered just what had happened. The wave of Anti-Matter should have all but obliterated everything, but here he was staring out onto the countless stars of the Universe, and watched as a shockwave of colored energy raced away from him. He tried to move… but couldn’t. He tried to lift his arms, turn his head, move his legs, but to no effect. He peered out of the corner of his left eye and saw that his armor had been embedded into the golden wall. He felt the wall strain behind him, a side effect of his collision. He looked out of the corner of his right eye and saw a small fissure in the wall. A pinhole of light emitted from it, casting odd shapes and colors into space. The wall suddenly vomited another shockwave, and the fissure grew, unleashing more light and shapes out into the void. Followed by another. And another…
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Post by Lantern Lad on Oct 7, 2007 16:10:15 GMT -5
Sinestro emerged from the dark side of the moon, skimming across the dusty surface of the satellite as he headed toward Earth. He wanted to make as small an impact on this world as possible. He heard that the Lantern who policed this sector was an irresponsible maverick, who stuck mostly to this planet in the entire region of space he was assigned, though he had been known to travel to other worlds in different sectors if the need was there. Kilowog had said, though, that he could take his drink, and was a good man to have at your back when the chips were down.
He smiled. Kilowog always had a way with words. His gloved hand, protected by the ring’s aura, touched the craterous surface of the moon, and he turned back, and looked over his shoulder, as the dust rose from the floor. It was serene. Strange. He turned front and center, and gathered his thoughts, the tingling pain in the back of his mouth not really a distraction, but an annoyance..
He arched upward, his body like a guided missile, and headed toward Earth, making sure with a thought that no satellites picked up his entry into the area around the world.
His arrival did not go unnoticed.
The name was loud, beamed straight into his aura. “Who in the Sam Hill are you[/b]?” Sinestro watched as a man shot out from the atmosphere of Earth upwards to confront him. He was wearing a Green Lantern’s uniform, though it was much simpler than his own, which, he admitted, was not because he was more important than any of the other Lanterns, but because he had allowed himself a small moment of vanity in designing it.
“Green Lantern of Sector 1417, Sinestro, of Korugar.”
The man seemed to splutter within his aura, surprised at Sinestro’s words. “Sinestro?!”
He whizzed toward the Korugan, and put out his hand. “Ace Morgan, Green Lantern of Sector 2814.”
Sinestro smiled as he took it. “Thank you, Lantern 2814.”
“Call me Ace. You’re a long way from home… May I be as, er… Impudent as to ask why?”
“I am looking for a man,” stated Sinestro.
“Uh… Right. Is that allowed?”
Sinestro rolled his eyes. “A specific man. His name is ‘Hal Jordan’.”
“H-Hal?” ejaculated Ace. “Hal Jordan?”
Sinestro arched an eyebrow. “Yes. Do you know of him?”
“Do I…” Ace put a hand to his forehead. “I’ll show you.” Sinestro thought this was strange. Very strange. He followed Ace Morgan down through the atmosphere, a thought in the back of his head strengthening his protective aura. He didn’t like this one bit.
The duo landed in a graveyard, and Ace immediately shifted his costume into something more inconspicuous, and then he turned to Sinestro, who floated above the ground glowing in his Green Lantern’s uniform. “You’re going to maybe want to try and be a little less obvious.”
“Hrm.” Sinestro landed softly, and his aura span around him, until he suddenly appeared to be a human being dressed in a sharp black suit with a green tie. His moustache remained just as long, but his hair took on a more slicked back appearance.
“Heh.”
“What is funny, Ace?”
“You look like you stole Salvador Dali’s moustache.”
“I am no thief,” replied Sinestro, wondering to himself what Morgan had meant, but not really caring either way. He pulled his lapels forward to straighten his suit. “Now, Hal Jordan?”
“I always thought I was living on borrowed time, Sinestro,” sighed Ace, as he motioned to a gravestone. “And then two years ago I realized that all that time I was waiting for this one moment, when a green light crashed into the ground outside of Edwards, near Death Valley and…” He took a breathe. “Killed a man I thought of as a son. And nearly killed another one of my men.”
“And this light?”
“A Green Lantern; my predecessor. Hit so hard by some kind of giant robot on the surface of the moon that he barely survived the impact. Tore through an X-23 and clipped another.” He pointed to the ring on his finger. “On impact his ring sought me out. And the first thing I had to do was figure out how to defeat that massive great big lumbering yellow robot on the moon.”
“Yellow?”
“Yeah. He called himself Legion. Barely did it too. But I figured out that if I put something in front of the green beam, like a rock or something, it could penetrate his armor with enough force.”
Sinestro smiled, impressed. “Intelligent. The sign of a good Lantern.”
“Thanks. Now, this guy who died, one of my best pilots at Edwards, he died when Abin Sur tore through his plane. He bled out before we could get to him. It was an awful sight. But you wanted him, so you got him.” He pointed to the grave. “What you going to do?”
“I do not know yet, Ace.” Sinestro pulled up his trouser legs slightly, and squatted in front of his grave. He then turned to his fellow Lantern. “You have been invaluable in this search, but I must be alone right now. I will contact you when I am done here.”
“Okey dokey, Sinestro. Catch you later.” And with that he vanished, leaving Sinestro in front of Hal Jordan’s gravestone.
“What do you want from me, Jordan?” he asked, as he wiped away the dirt from his tombstone. “Why are you here?”
“Excuse me?”
He span around, ring buzzing beneath his disguise.
“Did you know my Harold?” He was met by a woman, and not a threat to his being like he had expected. He sighed angrily to himself. He was getting twitchy as this day went on. She was wearing black, and held a bouquet of roses in her hand. She had brown hair with gray flecking it, and her face was worn. Tired.
{Mom?}
“I… I have had the pleasure of meeting him.”
“Oh?”
“Yes,” he searched for the words. “We served together.”
“Are you a pilot then?” She took a cloth from her pocket and wiped the gravestone. “Like my Hal?”
“…No… I was his superior officer.”
{Like Hell}
“Oh…” She went quiet and placed the flowers onto the grave. Sinestro could tell that his revelation had caused her uneasiness; there was a lack of trust between this woman and the planet’s military leaders.... It was an unusual feeling for him. The people of Korugar loved him. She turned to leave.
“He was… a good soldier,” he said, a comment that stopped her in her tracks.
“… Thank you…” she whispered her reply without turning to face him. Her shoulders shook from silent sobs as she continued to walk away.
When she was out of sight, the voice spoke once more to Sinestro. {Alright, just who the Hell are you? You’re obviously not the Sinestro I know.}
“Silence, Jordan,” he replied as he began scanning the grave with his ring.
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Post by Lantern Lad on Oct 7, 2007 16:10:41 GMT -5
OA, center of the Universe. [/center] The Citadel of the Guardians of the Universe, the largest structure on the planet. Its miles-high towering spires and massive dome looked over the city below like a watchful parent over a small child. The central dome of the Citadel housed the Book of OA and the Guardians’ main audience chamber. The thirty six Guardians of the Universe had retreated to their meditation chambers long before the shockwave hit. K'ryssma of Etrea, a member of the Green Lantern Honor Guard stood at her post, watching over the entrance to the Book of OA when the planet shook violently, throwing her to the floor. She picked herself up off of the ground, mentally preparing herself for the battle that had surely come to OA, when a bright green glow emitted from the room that housed the book. The book only glowed when a Corpsman or the Guardians accessed its pages, but no one had come by her! She sped through the doorway and was shocked by the sight she beheld. The Book had lifted from its perch and sat suspended in mid-air. Pages were being torn from the books binding by unseen hands and bursting into flames! “By the Guardians!” she exclaimed. “K'ryssma… what’s goin’ on?” Kilowog asked as he rushed up beside her and froze in mid-stride. She spun to face Kilowog, conjuring an emerald sword to hold him back. “Whoever you are, stay back! As a member of the Honor Guard I’m authorized to use lethal force.” “What the Sprock is wrong with you, Pooz?” he asked, holding his hands up in defense. “It’s me, Kilowog…” “Impossible! Kilowog died in the Legion war!” “News ta me… Me and the Elite stopped the Virus. Jordan flew inta the Qwardian battery and blew it up from the inside,” Kilowog replied “Indeed, he did perish in the battle with Legion. Though it was not Qwardian… it was a large yellow suit of armor.” Ganthet spoke first as the Guardians of the Universe filtered into the chamber one-by-one. “However, the emerald energies do not lie… this is Kilowog of Bolovak Vix,” Hono Honsu Hu replied as he glided forward, hovering beside Ganthet. “Can we trust the emerald energies?” asked Appa Ali Apsa. “Behold, the book of OA tears itself asunder.” “Waitaminnit…” Kilowog said as he placed his head in his giant hands. “You all’re gone.” He looked at the Guardians, then up at the book and the Citadel around him. “All of this… the Manhunters invaded and destroyed everything during the great Crisis.” “What Crisis?” K'ryssma finally lowering her guard a little. Kilowog began to explain. “Darkseid of Apokolips attacked Earth for the Anti-Life Equation. He knew ya’d send the Corps in ta stop ‘im… so he struck up a deal with the Manhunters ta destroy the Corps. Gave ‘em all the tools they’d need to do it. I’ve been fighting beside a group of other resistance fighters ta beat ‘em back.” “The New Gods destroyed themselves nearly a thousand years ago…” K'ryssma replied as the Guardians stood silently contemplating everything that was transpiring. “We must find the source of these discrepancies,” Appa responded first. “Agreed. If the Book of OA erases itself, the Universe will cease to exist,” Ganthet finished. Kilowog looked on, worried. “An’ we don’t want that.”
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Post by Lantern Lad on Oct 7, 2007 16:11:16 GMT -5
The home of Ace and June Morgan, Palmdale, California. [/i][/center] “So…?” Ace asked Sinestro expectedly. “It is as you say,” Sinestro replied. “Jordan’s body is in the grave. Even in its severe state of decomposition I could determine the cause of death.” {This is really freaking me out.}“What it does not do is explain why it is that Jordan’s conscious now, rather annoyingly, resides within my ring,” he finished. “What?” Ace nearly spat the Soder Cola, that he was drinking, through his nose. “What are you talking about?” Sinestro held his palm out and willed an image of Hal Jordan into his palm. A six-inch-tall Hal, fully clothed in a Green Lantern uniform, appeared. “This is what I’m talking about.” {Ah, that’s better. Hey, Ace, the uniform suits you!}“What the devil… Highball?” Ace stooped down to stare at the diminutive Hal. Sinestro just rolled his eyes and allowed the conversation to continue; he was at a loss for what was going on, and maybe the little one had some useful information. {Yeah, it’s me… I don’t know what’s going on exactly… but if I had to guess I’d say that this Universe is an alternate of mine.}“Is that even possible?” Ace asked little Hal. “Of course it’s possible, you nitwit,” Sinestro blurted out; finally it was beginning to make sense. “Haven’t you heard of Qward?” {I am not from Qward!} interrupted Hal suddenly. “Yeah, I’ve heard of it…” Ace replied defensively. “But I thought it was the only alternate universe.” “Many do, but the Guardians theorize that there is, in truth, an infinite number of alternate universes out there. A multiverse of worlds that sit just out of synch with our own,” Sinestro explained. {Last thing I know, I was battling this Librarian guy who had this armor that had ring energy draining abilities. I kicked his ass and ended up here.}“And now I’m stuck with him. Which I’d really rather not be,” Sinestro added. {This is no picnic for me either, Pinky.} snapped back angrily. “Would the two of you knock it off! We need to find out how to get Hal here back to…” Ace was quieted by a sudden violent quake. Both his and Sinestro’s rings threw up defensive barriers. The room seemed to writhe and shift. Furniture changed, and the bright morning light that filtered through a nearby window pulsated and turned red. The walls around them began to quickly erode, showing massive holes to the world outside. As suddenly as it had come, the tremor ceased. “June-bug!? You okay?“ Ace asked awaiting a response. None came. He spun to begin searching the dilapidated house. “Don’t bother,” Sinestro said, placing his hand on Ace’s shoulder. “Look.” Ace followed Sinestro’s gaze to the world outside the broken window. The neighbourhood was levelled, and judging from the decomposition, had been for years. Bones were scattered across the street, some animal, most human. The sky was blood red, with patchy horrific green clouds hovering low. “What happened?” Ace asked. “The planet is dead... The atmosphere is inhospitable. Ring analyze.” {Radiation levels at 98%. Planet life signs: Zero. No record of planet’s destruction found.} “So, this did not happen. Reality shifted around us. Our rings protected us from the change,” Sinestro explained. Ace bent down and picked a tarnished golden ring up off of the ground. He brushed it off and held it in his palm. It was June’s wedding ring. A single tear fell from his eye and onto the ring. {I am so sorry, Ace.}“We must get to OA,” Sinestro said. As much as he hated to admit it, this was far beyond his abilities, regardless of his skill level with a power ring. “The Guardians will know what to do.” “What does it matter? I’m the last human. There’s no one left…” {If my guess is correct, this isn’t supposed to happen. If we can stop whatever’s causing the change, everything should revert back to its rightful place.}“It stands that our little friend here may be correct,” Sinestro replied begrudgingly. “Alright,” Ace said as he placed June’s wedding ring on his pinky finger, “I’ll play… Let’s fix this.” To Be Concluded…
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Post by Lantern Lad on Oct 7, 2007 16:13:37 GMT -5
The Gathering Part 3: "The Year of the Dog" (pt.2) Written by Scott Kruger Cover by Scott Kruger
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Post by Lantern Lad on Oct 7, 2007 16:18:46 GMT -5
Tales of the Green Lantern Corps
Before Darkseid's legions invaded Earth, he knew that the Green Lantern Corps had to be destroyed first. Through a series of unfortunate events, the Green Lantern Power battery on OA was destroyed leaving all but one emerald ring powerless. The destruction allowed the Manhunters and their new Grand-Master the opportunity to Invade OA. The Guardian Appa Ali Apsa and a handful of ex-Corpsmen are all that stand between the Manhunters and their dreams of galactic conquest.
It has been a year since the fall of the Corps... the time for the Green Lantern Corps to strike back has come.
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Post by Lantern Lad on Oct 7, 2007 16:19:17 GMT -5
Sixty days ago...
They had finally come to a clearing in the forest. In the center of the clearing was a decrepit building and a starship parked in front of it.
“Thank the Guardians!” Kilowog said and took off at a sprint heading for the building with G’nort, on all fours, close on his heels.
The Lantern barreled through the door to discover all the technology within overrun with the forest. Branches and bushes had forced themselves through computer terminals. Nothing worked. Kilowog attempted to start the ship, but nothing happened. He was a mechanic though, he could fix this!
“Yipe! Yipe!” G’nort barked at Kilowog...
“Go away!!!” he shouted, stealing a brief glance at the dog’s face.
Kilowog stopped and turned back to G’nort who held a decomposed hand in his mouth. On the middle finger of the hand was a powerless Green Lantern ring.
"Sonofa..." Kilowog was astonished... G'nort finally found the blasted thing! Kilowog took the hand out of G'nort's mouth and scratched the man-dog behind the ears... causing G'nort to pound the floor with his left foot. "Good boy! Almost makes up for everything else." G'nort just looked at him with a blank, yet elated expression. "Almost."
Kilowog started tinkering with the ship, but nothing was where it should have been. Not to mention that all of the instructions were in G'newtish and all but impossible to read without his ring! He began to sulk, wondering what he'd do now, when it dawned on him. Though his companion had to be an idiot by his race's standards... he could probably still read!
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Post by Lantern Lad on Oct 7, 2007 16:19:43 GMT -5
24 Hours ago...
Kilowog placed the final plug into the engine mount making all the lights turn green. Whoever designed the stupid ship was an absolute moron!
Nothing worked if the engines were off-line except for life support. So, if there was a problem, you could live in the ship for about a week, but couldn't radio for help. It was a wonder this planet ever made something that could fly, much less in space!
Though G'nort could read G'newtish, the dog man wasn't a mechanic by any stretch of the imagination and couldn't properly explain what anything was anyway. Still, they worked together as a, relatively inept, team and eventually things started to fall into place rather than just fall apart.
"Well, that should do it, little buddy..." Kilowog said as he flipped the switch that turned on the ship's communicator. He braced himself for what may come next... his ring was dead; he couldn't find the power battery that would charge the ring G'nort found. The Guardians never attempted to find him... never sent a rescue party.
He tuned the communicator to the emergency frequency used by the Green Lantern Corps Elite squad in case of ring failure. He looked to G'nort and rubbed his head. "Well, here goes nothin' pal..."
"GLCE674A, Kilowog, to any member of the Corps out there listenin', please respond." He held his breath for a moment, fear actually starting to creep up his spine. No! He shook it off, he was stronger than that... he'd spent nearly a year with this slobberin' fool without killin' him. " I repeat, this is GLCE674A, any Corpsmen out there? Respond!"
Static.
"Blast it!" He nearly pounded his fist through the console when the communicator beeped a recognition code. The communicator beeped three more times signifying a completed trace.
They weren't replying to him, but they were tracing him?
Something wasn't right.
The ships speaker croaked to life with a mechanical voice. {No Man escapes the Manhunters.}
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Post by Lantern Lad on Oct 7, 2007 16:20:19 GMT -5
Kilowog had heard the stories and read the Book of OA regarding the Manhunters.
The Guardians' first attempt at an interplanetary police force, was a horrible failure. The Guardians thought a group of super-intelligent powerful robots could police the space lanes more efficiently than any living being could. Take the emotion out of the warrior and you have no room for error. The Guardians were wrong.
Where a flesh and blood being could see shades of gray in another being's actions, the Manhunters saw things as black and white only.
As time went on, and for reasons unknown, the Manhunters became more independent, developing a sort of sentience of their own. The Manhunters cut a swath of death and destruction in the name of justice.
Unable to control their creations anymore, the Guardians took action. They recruited the first Green Lantern, Parallax, giving him a ring of unparalleled power and a mission. Hunt down and destroy the Manhunters.
Parallax did so for years, with startling efficiency. Exterminating every Manhunter he found, while becoming more and more drunk with power. Eventually Parallax tracked them to sector 68 and the planet Orinda.
The population of the planet Orinda had become a slave race to the Manhunters. Parallax found that the Orindians were useless and unredeemable for their crime of helping the Manhunters. With his ring of power, he incinerated the planet's atmosphere, boiled their oceans and seared the flesh from their bones. He believed with this final act he had eliminated the Manhunters. He was wrong.
And the Guardians had unleashed another monster...
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Post by Lantern Lad on Oct 7, 2007 16:20:51 GMT -5
Without hesitation, Kilowog started the ship's launch prep. He was not going to stick around powerless if the Manhunters were hunting him down.
{"Hey, wait a minute!"} G'nort started barking at him ferociously, getting up in Kilowog’s face. The viewscreen had translated the Manhunters' transmission into G'newtish... and being from sector 68, with Orinda as a neighboring planet, G'nort also knew of the Manhunters. {"You can't leave! You have to help us!"}
“Back off, Poozer!” he shouted at G’nort.
{"You can yell at me all you like Big Pig-guy, I'm married, I'm used to it, but you're not leaving!"} G’nort refused to back down, pulling random plugs out of the computer terminals shutting power down to the engines.
"Stop it!" Kilowog shouted at him. "You don't understand, we need to go find help! You and I can't fight these things on our own! Sprock it, you can barely walk and bark at the same time, much less carry a weapon and help!"
G'nort bared his fangs and began to growl at Kilowog. When an emerald bubble appeared in the ship's cockpit.
Within it stood Appa Ali Apsa wearing a black body-suit... certainly a strange sight. Kilowog jumped up smacking his head on the ship's ceiling. G’nort jumped back and hid under the console.
“Kilowog of Bolovax Vik, the Manhunters are not the only ones monitoring this frequency.” Appa spoke telepathically to him.
“Master, what’s happening out there?”
“There is no time to explain now, the Manhunters will be here any moment. All will be revealed soon, I promise. The three of us must go...”
“We’re taking dog-man?” Kilowog asked.
“His name is G’nort and he has risked a great deal by helping you... and he knows you’ve lead the Manhunters here to his planet with that transmission. He has much at stake here and we can use just about all the help we can get.”
Appa lowered his hand to G'nort and carried a comforting smile across his lips. "We will help your world, but Kilowog is right, we need help first. Come with us."
Appa opened a larger portal so the three of them could fit through. They stepped in and the portal shut behind them as moments later the Manhunters starships appeared out of warp over the unsuspecting planet of G’newt.
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Post by Lantern Lad on Oct 7, 2007 16:21:24 GMT -5
Now...
The sky above G'newt darkened as a deafening roar filled the air. The planet's inhabitants exited their homes looking upward to see a fleet of starships blotting out their sun.
Many ran screaming with their tails tucked between their legs. Others just stood their with their mouths agape, tongues hanging low, drooling.
G'nancy just stared at the sky furiously... somehow, she knew her good for nothing imbecile of a husband was somehow behind this...
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Post by Lantern Lad on Oct 7, 2007 16:21:54 GMT -5
To Be Continued...
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Post by mockingbird on Aug 1, 2011 18:32:24 GMT -5
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