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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"What? You have a partner now? Since when do Green Lanterns get partners? I thought there was one of you guys for every sector or something." Tom Kalmaku snorted in surprise as he took a tool into the innards of the latest fighter jet prototype from R&D.
Hal zipped up his flight suit and grabbed a can of soda from the mini-fridge tucked away in the corner of Tom's workspace. "Well we're not as strong in numbers as we once were, so it's gotten to the point where we get partnered up to make sure we watch each other's backs. There might even be several Lanterns per sector if the Guardians think the candidates are good enough."
"Yeah...like here? Everyone's getting a freaking ring."
"We get handed assignments that take us anywhere in the galaxy, not just our home turf. But I've never really been partnered up with someone like this before... Just got back from a job actually."
Metallic clanks began to sound, signifiers that Tom's mechanical skill was at work. "My best friend is a space cop. I'm a mechanic. And he still waits for me to ask about his day at work like I'm doing something more interesting down here."
"Alright calm down, you asshole." Hal quipped, strolling over to the aircraft. "So we went to this planet called Celdon in her sector."
There was a 'clang' as Tom smashed his head against the plane's fuselage as he attempted to pull free. A second later, he walked around to Hal, rubbing his head. "Wait, wait, wait, wait... 'Her'? Okay come on, give me the lowdown. Is she like a...a gross xenomorph alien or like a Star Trek alien?"
"Well I guess it depends on what kind of Star Trek alien you're talking about." Hal mused, cracking open his can then taking a short sip.
"Okay, okay, uh...an Orion slave girl or a Klingon?"
"I don't know what an Orion slave girl is, Tom."
Tom sighed, tossing his wrench onto the table without any regard for the loud noise it created. "Can't you just...I dunno, use your ring to show me what she looks like?"
"Do you really think what she looks like is more important than our crazy space adventure?"
"Kind of. Well, yeah. Like you'd be any different."
"Touché." Hal moved so that his back faced the open hangar doors so that his body would block the hologram he was about to activate, taking a long swig of soda. The veteran Green Lantern accessed Vell's personnel record and projected her profile scan.
A wisp flashed out of the green device and formed the shape of a humanoid woman roughly the same height as Hal. Colour faded in after a few seconds, but the image constantly glowed green. She wore a sleeveless top that revealed her muscled arms and midriff, and a pair of tight black pants that transitioned seamlessly into her shoes. Her face was vaguely humanoid; she had two black, beady eyes, a mouth shaped vaguely like the number 3 in one of those cute face emoticons, and a subtle bump where a human nose would be. She didn't have any eyebrows. On her head was hair that was just as white as her skin, and was tied into a tight bun.
