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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The uneventful search for the Green Lanterns within the kiltonium composite walls of the hyper-security prison Arxis was suddenly derailed quite chaotically.
Yellow weapons of all sorts flew down the endless halls of the prison and over the dozens of unconscious bodies that littered the floor. Hal Jordan fired beams of energy at as many prisoners as he could before they reached him, then pictured a mechanical gauntlet forming itself over his right hand.
As soon as the thought became tangible within his mind, it was rendered into reality with the energy projecting qualities of the weapon looped around his middle finger; a Yellow Power Ring. Every detail that Hal sculpted with his imagination was realised in pure parallax energy via his mental connection to the Qwardian Ring, especially the twin rocket engines mounted on the gauntlet's side.
With a clenching of his fist, the gauntlet thrusted itself and its wearer forward with incredulous speed, sending like-coloured spurts of thrust down the other end of the wall. With the aid of his construct, Hal barrelled through another cluster of murderous renegades.
Behind him as he hurtled through the crowd was Vell, dealing with the other stream of pursuers who had opted to attack from the opposite direction. Not using her ring's ability to fire bursts of energy as projectiles the way Hal was, Vell instead visualised two pieces of traditional Bekkorian weaponry within her grasp; a double-ended gutting blade and a death club. She currently brutally slashed and bashed anything that moved in front of her.
A rainbow of different coloured blood was smeared across Vell's end of the hall as she lashed out with primal and instinctual ferocity that was signature of any Bekkorian.
For about ten minutes, there was no end to both flows of prisoners as the Lanterns expelled any foe that dared to face them. After the cacophony of screams, high-pitched howling of energy and banging of bodies against solid walls, came not one sound as Hal stood ready for more.
Hal's hands were planted on his hips as he took a second to glance at Vell over his shoulder. She was covered in a vast variety of colours from head to toe. "Holy shit...please tell me you didn't kill any of them."
"Of course I didn't. Your tiny blue leaders were pretty specific about that." Vell snapped, crossing her toned arms.
"Alright...good. So uh preferably, we should find Minister Joolter. If she wasn't a part of this whole plot, she's in danger."
Vell snarled. "If she was, I'll eviscerate her."
Speechless, Hal just turned to Vell with a squinted expression of disbelief.
She continued "It would've been easier to find her if your mechanical friend didn't flee like a coward. This place isn't mapped for security purposes...but surely the prisoners don't just run around blind." Vell walked up to one of the many bodies that she left in her wake and pat down their person.
