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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Vell didn't think she could stand another cycle on the desolate hellscape that the Kaltons had stranded both her and her partner Hal Jordan upon. Even for a human the temperature would've been high, let alone for a heat-sensitive Bekkorian like herself. Because of the heat, she was forced to periodically submerge herself in water to ensure that her skin stayed hydrated. If she went over three hours without full-body contact with water, she could shrivel up and die in seconds. Hal on the other hand, seemed to be doing fine as long as he simply consumed a small amount of water every now and then. Vell started to become jealous of his biology, including his species' ability to sweat in order to combat heat.
Before she embarked on her latest fishing trip, Hal offered Vell a sack he had woven using vines, roots, leaves, and anything else he could find in the immediate area. At first, she assumed that Hal found the thing lying around somewhere, but after watching him work, she discovered that he created the bag out of materials around them. She understood the making of weapons like spears and bows, but something as simple and as uninvolved in combat as a sack took her by surprise. Her people weren't known for their ingenuity, just for their aggression and barbarism. A great debate between thinkers on Bekkor was whether they discovered science themselves, or it was given to them or taken from a visiting species.
Currently, heaved over her bare back was this aforementioned bag bursting at the seams with recently caught fish. She had done so much fishing lately that she had to start looking away from camp to find any meaningful populations of the sea creatures. What was strange to Vell was that Hal had been hard at work fortifying their camp, and it seemed to her that the harder he worked the more he ate. Unlike humans, Bekkorians are more dependant upon water and sunlight to provide them with nutrients. They still needed to eat to survive, but the amount of food they required tended to be a set limit per day and didn't change with how much physical work was done. She wanted to make sure that she was satisfying his human biology, so she snatched as many fish as she possibly could before it became dark.
As she trudged along the beach, she felt the heat begin to fade away from her skin and see the sun begin to dip towards the horizon. Vell needed to get back before the sun sets completely, because she would be basically blind at night time; a trait universal to all Bekkorians, who thrived underwater amongst bio-luminescent fish, minerals, and coral to light the way for them.
Before too long, Vell had returned to the now unrecognisable camp. Around its perimeter were a series of torches which spread light evenly around the internal structure. The fort was made of wood fastened together using vine rope. The open cave that the pair slept in during their first night served as the back half of the fort, and the front half was covered by the new wooden fortifications. The building was castle-like in design; it possessed two towers and a wall running between them.
The Bekkorian swiftly ducked under the gate and yelled at Hal to indicate that she was back. Quite frankly, she was amazed that one human was able to do all of this in the time it took for her to catch a hundred fish. Vell was dead certain that she couldn't have done this in a whole year. She never had anything to admire about Hal's species until now...and it made her smile.
