"Hey! Rise and shine poozer! Get out on the bridge, we're here!" Razer slowly opened his eyes when Kilowog yelled for him. He glared up at the ceiling, cursing having to be awake. He had been dreaming again, but it was a rare one. It was rare, because it was actually one where he didn't feel pain at looking at his memories. "Hey! You comin' out here or what?" Razer held back a growl of annoyance.

"Yes, I'm coming out, no need to shout." You fat, stupid oaf he thought to himself. He pulled himself out of his berth and made his way to the bridge room, where everyone else already was. Aya stood at the control panel in her physical form.

"Making touchdown in 3...2...1." The ship smoothly made contact with the ground, not even slightly jarring it's occupants in the landing. "Touchdown has been made." Hal headed for the door, Kilowog not far behind.

"Thanks Aya. You can just stay here on the ship with Razer. Kilowog and I'll go out and see what we can do about supplies." Razer only grunted in response as he leaned over the side of his chair, balancing on his elbow. Hal and Kilowog headed for the hatch, already discussing what kind of food they might find. They opened up the hatch, and found someone already standing outside. Hal jumped back in surprise before composing himself. "Ah, ahem, sorry about that." Rather than letting Hal waste time with idle chatter, Kilowog pushed him aside and took over.

"We're Green Lanterns from Oa. We came here because we hoped you could let us get some supplies here." The person outside appeared to be an older man. He wore long robes whose ends seemed to hover slightly off the ground, and he had long, tentacle-like appendages hanging down the back of his head like two very long dreadlocks. In his right hand, he leaned heavily on a staff that had a clear orb held in a knot in at the top.

"I expected as much. I am Moak, the elder of this colony. Many travelers stop by on our humble planet to procure supplies for their travels. We will be most pleased to help, especially those of such honor as the Green Lanterns." He seemed to look past them, trying to see the inside of their ship. "Do you have anyone else with you?"

"Uh, no, why?" Moak raised an eyebrow at him, scrutinizing him.

"Odd that you should say that, considering that I see another face looking from around that corner." Kilowog and Hal turned, and saw Aya peeking around the corner in her physical form. "I may be an old man, but I can still see quite clearly." Kilowog shot a glare at Aya, but the old man didn't sound perturbed in the least. "Oh, it is quite alright. It does not matter in what number you come in. You shall receive held nonetheless. Now, is there anyone else I should know about?" Hal, believing that the colony elder was smarter than he appeared (which was saying something), decided to simply tell the truth.

"Well, yes, we do have one more crew member... But he doesn't like to come off the ship much, he doesn't talk to people a lot." The old man shrugged and began a steady, but slow, walk up the gangplank.

"Nonetheless, I would like to meet this young man. That is, if you wouldn't mind." The two Gls examined the old man, then looked at each other. The old man's extremely limped walk and how heavily he leaned on his cane meant that he was either extremely poor in the legs or was just a really good actor. Kilowog gave Hal a silent nod, and Hal looked at the old man.

"Well, alright, I guess he wouldn't mind." Moak nodded once and continued up, though he didn't allow them to help him.

"I may be an old man, but that doesn't mean I can't move myself along." Hal stepped in front of him and held his arms out.

"Okay, before you come in, just promise me one thing." The old man gave him a look that must have meant something along the lines of 'go on'. "Promise that you won't freak out when you see him." Moak chuckled and made his way past Hal.

"Don't be ridiculous my boy. I highly doubt that your friend would surprise me in such a way that would make me have that sort of reaction." Moak walked through the doorway and entered the bridge, where Razer was still slumping in his chair. When Moak entered, Razer straightened up, either trying to look respectful or intimidating, Hal couldn't tell which. The elder first looked at Razer's face, then down to his Red Lantern armor and symbol. Then, in a surprise more to everyone, he chuckled. "Oh, you believe that because he is of the Red Lanterns, we would not show your friend equal hospitality? Come now," he walked until he was right in front of Razer, still smiling. "We do not judge others based on what they do or have done, we only see the person. It is a pleasure to meet you young..." he held out his hand and trailed off his sentence, obviously expecting Razer to finish. Razer took the man's hand and shook it once, then stood up and let go.

"You do not need to know my name." Moak smiled knowingly and nodded.

"Yes, of course, I understand. It is no matter." His eyes seemed to narrow a bit as he looked up at Razer. "Pardon me if I seem rude for saying this, but your face looks oddly familiar to me. You look like another young man who came here a few times some years ago. Now, what was his name?" He rubbed his chin with his free hand and muttered under his breath as he thought. "Rager? Raver? Raider?" A queer sort of emotion leaked onto Razer's face as the old man was thinking. It looked a bit like curiosity and... a hint of recognition? However, Moak shook his head and put the matter aside. "Ah, it matter not. Come now," he turned and began walking back towards the exit. "If you want to get what you came here for, you'd best follow me." He led the way to the village he had come from, and the lanterns followed, Razer included.

The small village was a picture of serenity and tranquility. On the small, clean marketplace street, people stood and haggled at the stalls to get the best deals for their merchandise. A few animals strutted about here and there, going about as if they had as much right to be there as any of the people on the street. Woman giggled and chattered as they went down the street, arms laden with bags of food and other bought items. Men hefted heavy things onto stalls or worked on the houses on the street. And, to add that last touch to make everything perfect, children giggled and ran about, playing games without a single care in the world. Kilowog watched these children as they ran past, raising an eyebrow in Razer's direction.

"Probably been a while since you've been able to walk down a street without people runnin' and screamin', eh' poozer?" This was true. Everyone they had passed had been utterly polite and friendly. None of them saw anything odd about the group as they passed. No one stopped and stared at the strange-looking crew, not to mention the Red Lantern in their midst. Everyone they had seen had greeted them with a warm smile and a friendly greeting.

"It is not something that I hold in high regard," Razer answered coolly. He twitched a bit when he felt something bump his leg, but it turned out to simply be a ball that the children playing had lost with a kick or throw that had been too strong. The ball made a small ricochet off of his leg and bounced lazily with a hollow, rubbery sound.

"It's okay,"

"-we've got it."

The two small, slightly high-pitched voices were in perfect tandem, as if one was finishing a sentence for the other. The two children, one boy and one girl, who had sounded off ran towards the ball, hand-in-hand. It was almost immediately obvious to anyone who saw them that they were twins because of their closeness and manner of speaking. They both stopped in front of the ball and picked it up, then looked up at Razer.

"Sorry about that mis-" their double-voiced apology cut off abruptly. The ball dropped from their hands and rolled slowly away, though time may as well have frozen for them. Razer looked down at the children, wondering what he could have done to scare them so bad. Then, he froze as well, eyes widening as he stared down at the two pairs of crystal-blue eyes that seemed to mirror his own. His mouth opened half a centimeter. His tongue was glued to the roof of his mouth and his throat seemed to close up uncontrollably, preventing the escape of the nonsensical words that were rushing through his brain, unable to align themselves into proper sentences. Then, the two children, in perfect sync, opened their mouths and let one, double-syllabled, world shaking word pass their lips.

"...Daddy?"