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Oct. 13th, 2016 02:32 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
burnseternalSaint Walker is in full Blue Lantern regalia, in blue and black from neck down to his toes, and is simply gliding through the sheer expanse of space. In the distance, there is a flurry of red and green lights and an enormous fleet of spaceships, dwarfing Saint Walker even from a distance, and then telltale sounds of gunfire. Saint Walker's expression sets, determination clear in his dark eyes, and he moves forwards, faster now than ever before. Saint Walker may seem sedentary in his daily routines, but here, he's anything but; it takes a certain sort of skill to be able to fly through space at such great speeds.
He floats in between the ships - and between the flurry of red gunfire - with relative ease, bringing with him a blindingly bright blue light, hands clasped together as if in repose, in prayer.
This position does not last long. With long, languid movements, he jams his fist into the side of one of the spaceships, rendering it immediately lifeless and defunct, sending it crashing into other ships with a massive crash, and a massive explosion at that.
The man in charge of the green gunfire - pitifully sparse in comparison to the reds - is a large man, clearly alien in nature and resembling a pig more than a human. On top of his back is a green power construct, large turrets jutting out on either side of him and missiles held directly upon his back. With a low, gruff voice, he says,] Who are you supposed to be?
I am merely the conduit of the great hope that surrounds us all. I am Saint Walker. And I believe I am the first Blue Lantern in the universe, [Walker replies, voice eerily calm amidst the clamour of warfare.]
Thanks for the power boost. But one extra soldier ain't exactly gonna turn the tide.
I agree. That's why I brought a friend.
[From behind them rises a planet, a green ribbon of light circling its circumference, and a Green Lantern insignia flat on its face.]
I am honoured to help Green Lantern Kilowog, [Says a large, rumbling voice that seems to echo off of nothing at all, coming from, yes, the planet itself.]
Now that's more like it! You go, Mogo! Heh, you know, considering my backup's a couple of rookies, I'm starting to feel lucky.
[A torrent of green lasers emit from the Green Lantern insignia on the planet's face, sending ships reeling and exploding in their wake.]
Don't put your trust in luck, friend. She is fickle.
[At Kilowog's urging, Mogo shoots a massive beam of light from out of its face, but it's not good enough to fend off the attacks heading their way, nor the massive, floating city heading straight for them. Planet-killers, Kilowog calls them. Their attacks aren't good enough.
And so Kilowog grabs Saint Walker by his arm and hurls him towards the heat of the Green Lantern's blast. He places his hands together as if in repose, then absorbs the blast, transmuting it into a blast of blue light that engulfs everything in its path, leaving little more than rubble in its wake.
The war has been one, three people against countless ships full of them, but the cost was great.]
He floats in between the ships - and between the flurry of red gunfire - with relative ease, bringing with him a blindingly bright blue light, hands clasped together as if in repose, in prayer.
This position does not last long. With long, languid movements, he jams his fist into the side of one of the spaceships, rendering it immediately lifeless and defunct, sending it crashing into other ships with a massive crash, and a massive explosion at that.
The man in charge of the green gunfire - pitifully sparse in comparison to the reds - is a large man, clearly alien in nature and resembling a pig more than a human. On top of his back is a green power construct, large turrets jutting out on either side of him and missiles held directly upon his back. With a low, gruff voice, he says,] Who are you supposed to be?
I am merely the conduit of the great hope that surrounds us all. I am Saint Walker. And I believe I am the first Blue Lantern in the universe, [Walker replies, voice eerily calm amidst the clamour of warfare.]
Thanks for the power boost. But one extra soldier ain't exactly gonna turn the tide.
I agree. That's why I brought a friend.
[From behind them rises a planet, a green ribbon of light circling its circumference, and a Green Lantern insignia flat on its face.]
I am honoured to help Green Lantern Kilowog, [Says a large, rumbling voice that seems to echo off of nothing at all, coming from, yes, the planet itself.]
Now that's more like it! You go, Mogo! Heh, you know, considering my backup's a couple of rookies, I'm starting to feel lucky.
[A torrent of green lasers emit from the Green Lantern insignia on the planet's face, sending ships reeling and exploding in their wake.]
Don't put your trust in luck, friend. She is fickle.
[At Kilowog's urging, Mogo shoots a massive beam of light from out of its face, but it's not good enough to fend off the attacks heading their way, nor the massive, floating city heading straight for them. Planet-killers, Kilowog calls them. Their attacks aren't good enough.
And so Kilowog grabs Saint Walker by his arm and hurls him towards the heat of the Green Lantern's blast. He places his hands together as if in repose, then absorbs the blast, transmuting it into a blast of blue light that engulfs everything in its path, leaving little more than rubble in its wake.
The war has been one, three people against countless ships full of them, but the cost was great.]
