Hal Jordan isn't the biggest fan of authority. As a high-ranking peacekeeper in the Green Lantern Corps, he's willing to defy any and all orders if it means getting the job done. So what happens when he becomes the authority? When the Corps gains a...
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Celdon was a technologically developed planet on the fringe of sector 921. Hal and his newfound trainee Vell were inbound for a routine patrol on this world, to check up on the planet's government and ensure that it wasn't breaking any intergalactic statutes.
Hal didn't have access to a wealth of options when it came to assignments at the moment, so this flyby was the most exciting sounding one.
Hal muttered "Alright kid, this is apart of your sector so get familiar with it. This job should run smoothly."
"Database says crime doesn't exist on this world. Why are we even here?" The rookie snapped.
"Just shut up and follow me."
Vell snarled under her breath.
The Lanterns zoomed through the planet's pink atmosphere and came up on a gigantic structure that floated in the clouds like a balloon. It was roughly pear shaped and possessed a line of landing pads across its top.
"Those people...are they waiting for us?" Vell remarked.
"Yeah. Some systems out here know about the Corps."
"Why don't you make yourselves known to everyone?"
"Because some races would lose their minds if they knew how small they really are. My people would've gone insane if they found out a few decades ago."
"That seems petty."
"Well the Guardians seem to think most of your sector is on the same plate so don't get too smug. Let me do the talking first."
The pair set down gracefully on one of the pads, to a crowd of bewildered spectators. The Celdonians were humanoid, but had no faces. On their blank, otherwise featureless heads was a gaping 'mouth' that passively gathered all essential proteins and nutrients that were transmitted through the planet's atmosphere. In other words, their food was in the air and was free to everyone. Hal believed that was one big reason why crime wasn't a problem here.
The species perceived their environment through a kind of echo-location; they constantly emitted ultra-sonic tones and interpreted the feedback to map out the terrain. Thankfully, humans and Bekorrians couldn't hear these frequencies.
"The Protectors...! The Protectors have arrived! We have been expecting you," a Celdonian greeted warmly, bowing. He was draped within a purple robe lined with golden lacings. "I am Senator Reltorryg, councilman for this territory."
The society's language of clicks and clucks was automatically translated by each Lantern's ring since they were already filed on the database.
Hal bowed much like the Senator did, and responded "Thank you for hosting us, Senator."
"I apologise but we were expecting Lantern Nil...he is still the officer of sector 921 is he not?"
Hal glanced at Vell, who gave him the same awkward look. The Guardians undoubtedly explained that new Lantern recruits are sought out only when their predecessors are killed in action.
