Another blast rocked the Interceptor, throwing it's occupants and prompting Vanya to glare at Hal,
"For the record, I completely blame you," she shouted over the noise of the engines. Hal flashed her a guilty smile before turning his attention back to flying the ship.
"One more hit like that and we're goin' down!" Kilowag shouted helpfully.
"Why do they want us so bad? We're not even that appealing!" Travis demanded, still slightly out of it from having his head slammed against a wall earlier.
"Perhaps it's Razer's wonderful personality?" Hal teased, still managing to joke despite their current situation.
"Perhaps it was your complete lack of seriousness toward important matters?" Razer snapped back, frustrated that the Green Lantern was still not showing the appropriate amount of maturity.
Aya frowned in confusion, "I though it was Vanya and Travis they wanted, but perhaps I was mistaken."
"Doesn't matter who they're after anymore, 'cause it looks like they're goin' get all of us," Kilowag stated. His comment instantly sobered up the other five, none of whom wanted to be captured.
Travis was the first to break the newfound silence, "So… how did we get in this situation again?"
Two Months Earlier
"Hal Jordan of Earth," a familiar and still annoying voice sounded from the ring and Hal winced. It had been nearly a week since his last contact with Oa, and he had actually begun to enjoy the silence. Of course, being with Carol had definitely helped, but still. He had just barely saved the Galaxy, what most did they want from him!
"I hear ya, what is it?" he asked the hologram of Appa Ali Apsa, silently praying that this was just a practical joke being played on him by Kilowag or Aya.
"A strange power signature has appeared on your planet and the Guardians have requested that you investigate," Appa Ali Apsa stated, seemingly oblivious to how much Hal wanted to just shut of the projection and continue spending time with Carol.
"Sure, where is it?" he asked.
"Coordinates are being sent to you now, your companions on the Interceptor are on there way as well," the little green man informed him, "Investigate the power signature and report back to Oa immediately. There is no need for a repeat of the Frontier Incident." With that the hologram disappeared and Hal sighed in frustration before getting up off of his couch. He might as well tell Carol where he was going while he could, now that she knew he was Green Lantern. There really was no need for a "repeat of the Frontier Incident".
O.o.O.o
Travis Hale groaned as he saw the Blurp (it was really more like a giant glowing white portal, but calling it a Blurp was more fun) open up on his bedroom wall. Now was really not a good time. The last time he had been taken away by a Blurp, he had been gone for a week and a half. Now that was hard to explain to his parents.
Hoisting his backpack onto his shoulder and placing his rubber duck in his pocket, he purposely ignored the Blurp as walked out of his bedroom. Walking through the kitchen, he snagged a poptart and sprinted out the door when he noticed the bus was already at his stop. Whatever was going on, it could wait. He never really did anything important whenever he left anyway. Just more training with Rikers and Vanya, more crazy aliens wanting to eat his brains, and more trying to decipher what the heck Rikers and Vanya were saying, which usually ended in a game of charades.
Unfortunately for him, he hadn't seen the last of the Blurp. In fact, he would be seeing it again very soon. This time however there would be no mercy. What Travis had forgotten was that last time he'd ignored the Blurp, he had arrived on a different planet stark naked.
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Pictures of Travis, Vanya, and possibly Rikers will be appearing on my profile sometime in the near future, so keep an eye out for those.
For those of you who don't like more than one OC in a story, Travis will not be a main charactar, simply a reacurring one, so he will not be here fulltime. As for Rikers, you will discover his fate soon enough.
