Disclaimer: Thank God I do not own any of the DC characters. Otherwise, we wouldn't have Green Lantern: Rebirth, The Sinestro Corps War, Blackest Night, Brightest Day, etc... And I wouldn't have been able to write this.

Rating: T for Violence

Author's Note: This will be an anthology series similar in format to Batman and Robin: three chapters will form a single story arc. Hope to publish monthly (as they do in the comics industry), but I may update sooner. Please enjoy and review.

Note: This chapter has been edited.

Tales of the Sinestro Corps # 1

Xenophobia - Part 1

Welcome to the Sinestro Corps

Daxam. Sector 1760.

Imagine a world of beings who have achieved the peak of their potential. Around you, people run faster than a speeding bullet and leap from place to place in a single bound. They see the world around them with the curiosity and imagination of a young child and shape it with more power than a locomotive. And up in the sky, you don't see birds, you don't see planes…

You see the world of the supermen.

Now, imagine that world crumbling around you: bullets coming to a halt, locomotives losing their drive, curious eyes going blind, and up in the sky, only birds, only planes. Sad, but such is the way of things. Every star, no matter how bright burns out.

This is the story of Daxam: a proud civilization gifted with amazing powers by the once yellow light of the planet's sun. To preserve their purity, they detached themselves form the universe and rejected all things strange and foreign.

Then, the sun died. As yellow light turned to red, and the Daxamites lost the powers they had enshrined, their pride, as it so often does, became fear. They came to fear the aliens they once looked down on. Powerless, they were now exposed to those who envied their former glory.

Indeed, the invaders came, clad mockingly in the yellow that had been the source of their strength. Led by the barbaric Mongul, the invaders left vast cities in smoldering ruin and enslaved the once mighty people.

All seemed lost, but their beloved sun would not abandon its people. Through the sacrifice of one their own, Valor shined yellow once more and gave Daxam the power to drive the invaders away.

But it would not last.

Sodam Yat, Daxam's favored son while it lasted, fell from the sky, and Senator Diro Yat, was searching for him, looking to put him back in his place.

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"Senator, our instruments have not detected the use of the green light for some time now," one of Senator Yat's subordinates reported, "We believe that your son is either off-world or…"

"While it pains me to think it, Captain, Daxam might be better off if Sodam had perished," Senator Yat replied. He took heavy breathes between his words; his old lungs were still readjusting to working without Valor's yellow light. "Then, with any luck, his ring would choose one of us, one more willing to serve Daxam instead of his own whimsical desires."

"But sir, he is your son…"

"My personal feelings are unimportant," he admonished the captain, "I am a Senator of Daxam, and my duty is to my people."

He coughed. Even with the yellow light's power, the weight of the planet was always difficult to bear.

"We need Valor's light, its true light. We can't live in fear, Captain, not again, not anymore."

"We'll find a way, Senator, we always have."

"But can we do so before our enemies return…?"

As if on cue, Senator Yat caught a small yellow flicker at the corner of his eye. Instinctively, he began to hope, but he knew better. He knew what it was.

"SOUND THE ALARMS, CAPTAIN! THE SINESTRO CORPS HAS RETURNED!"

Diro Yat of the planet Daxam…

The small flicker broke through a nearby window. It was a yellow ring, and it found its way on to one of Senator Yat's fingers. He struggled to remove it, but the ring wouldn't budge. Before he knew it, he was up in the sky. As the stars flew across him, he knew he should've been afraid, but he could not help being if only a little uplifted: He was flying again.

His sliver of joy was ended, however, when he landed on his destination.

"Where am I?"

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Korugar. Sector 1417. Homeworld of the Sinestro Corps.

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Arkillo. Sector 674. Drill Instructor.

"GET AWAY FROM ME, ALIEN SCUM."

With all his might, Yat threw a punch at the beast that had once terrorized his beloved Daxam and sent Arkillo flying. Yat's breathing hastened. He flew towards the beast to finish it, but before he could strike once more, a yellow barrier blocked his path.

"Having trouble with our new recruit, Arkillo?"

Sinestro.

"If Mongul wishes to retake my planet, at least grant me the honor of dying with my people."

The new arrival forced out a laugh.

"I do not take kindly to insults from my corpsmen, Senator, and even less so from new recruits, but I shall humor you this once. The brute Mongul was a pretender unfit to lead my Corps, and he was dealt with accordingly. Things are as they should be, and I am, as I always have been and will forevermore be, the leader of my Sinestro Corps."

"Then I implore you, sir, to leave my planet in peace."

"I have no desire to restore the chaos my corps had inflicted on Daxam, Senator. My business for now is not with your planet, Senator; it is with you. In spite of whatever office you hold on Daxam, your place is at the bottom here. You will obey your drill instructor, and you will obey me."

Only now had Yat noticed that he was no longer adorned in the robes of his office but a black and blue jumpsuit made by the ring on his hand. He looked at it and saw the symbol of his planets' invaders.

"Why have you chosen me?"

Another laugh escaped Sinestro's lips, this one showing a bit more amusement than the last.

"Is it not obvious? You have seen the power your race possesses, and you yourself are… uniquely gifted. Fear powers these rings, Senator. Your race's Xenophobia has been maintained, if not strengthened, over the years by your leadership. Few can inspire their own people to fall to their deaths out of that fear.

"You have the ability to instill great fear, Senator. Welcome to my Sinestro Corps."