Chapter 11 - The Vanishing Light
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It was an unsettling quiet that Ganthet felt, exiting the mental plane from which he had communed with his fellow two overseers. The other Guardians were, as far as he knew, were blissfully unaware of the coming threat. They were far too busy monitoring the progress of ongoing cases or operations going on with their military police force. But he knew better than either Zeus or his fellow brothers.
Evil was about to knock on their doors.
Rising up from his personal meditation quarters, Ganthet contemplated only for a few seconds on what needed to be done. His vast collection of knowledge and naturally attained wisdom was used for his creative mind's betterment, if only that he had a stronger empathy for living creatures than his detached brethren. He had to act, while there was still time. Exiting his quarters, he took off into the air and raced down the corridor of the planet's main station.
"I have to hurry!" The blue skinned watcher rushed down the hall, bathed in a halo of ghostly emerald light. "I must gather what Lanterns are within arm's length. If I can't then I'll recall all nearby members of the Corps to assemble. We cannot allow our allies to fall to this threat. It must be stopped!"
Reaching an observatory port, the diminutive proportioned Oan almost crashed into a passing Green Lantern. Stopping short, he looked up with a clear sign of alarm, his brows caked in sweat from his current state. The man standing before him was at one point an enemy who almost wiped out the known Universe in the sake of reshaping it. Now, one of their most valued members yet again, he stood with armored shoulders over his natural black and green styled uniform.
"Ganthet?" Hal asked the familiar Guardian, one he had frequent discussions with in the past due to him being the least insufferable of his superiors. "What's the matter? You look like you're sweating up a hurricane!"
"H-Hal Jordan!" The Oan stuttered out, reaching out to grasp by the material of his uniform. He heaved heavily as sweat poured down his brows, eyes dilated with true terror. "We must...contact the others. There's no time to explain. I...I need everyone's help!"
"Slow down, old man," He replied in a much more sardonic tone, easing the floating Guardian back from his person. "Just calmly say what the issue is. I'll call up Rayner and Guy from their mission in space. Maybe they can help?"
"Not just them! We need so many more," Ganthet uttered out lowly, composing himself forcibly to look at Hal dead in the eyes. "A threat is coming, something I've never encountered before. I fear by the time we mobilize them it will be upon us."
"Why don't you use telepathy?" The former air jockey asked with an upraised brow. "It'd take less time wouldn't it?"
"If I use my powers now, the other Guardians will be informed and force me into confrontation. They don't trust me when I'm...emotionally invested," He shifted his eyes, looking around the empty corridor in case he saw one of his brethren. Seeing no one he continued explaining. "You along with Rayner have the most influence in the Corps. You must do this for me!"
"Okay-Okay, take it easy. I'm not sure what's gotten you so worked up but I'll do what I can," The senior human Lantern replied with a nonchalant tone, still not convinced of an impending emergency. Raising his cosmic device, he inquired it directly. "Ring, can you track Guy Gardner and Kyle Rayner?"
"Locations pending...confirmed. Guy Gardner has recently went back to the Genova System, helping with the crisis involving the Genova star. Kyle Rayner is currently on Oa, recharging his ring so that he may return to the Genova Crisis."
"Well, at least the Corps' Ace is still around," Hal muttered out loud with a huff, massaging his nose with slight frustration. "Dammit, Guy. Why aren't you around when we need you? Aw, doesn't matter. I'll make a call to him and some others that might be planet side."
"We mustn't delay! The danger could arrive at any moment!" Ganthet insisted with a strained voice, sweat still beading down his balding head across his brow.
"Take a chill pill, old timer," The Earthling Lantern replied with an easy handed gesture. "We're on the most advanced planet in the known Cosmos. The security wouldn't allow teleportation to occur even within its own space without an alarm being triggered. What makes you think that it can be bypassed?"
The answer came with an audible crack of thunder. Opening to Hal's right and Ganthet's left, they both stumbled back at the sight of a warping hole that reverberated with light. A feminine silhouette began to walk through the rupture in space, seeming at a casual pace from a glance. This caused Earth's first Green Lantern to raise his hand up with readiness and Ganthet to peer carefully at the visibly clearing form.
But what came through wasn't a nemesis, but an ally.
Stumbling forward, tears layered in her eyes was Bekka, the wife of Orion and adopted daughter of High Father. Her beautiful dress was marred by soot and torn at the hem with rough use. The black hair was frazzled and her complexion was paled upon entry. Falling into Hal's arms, she grasped at the top of his uniform with an uncomfortable grip.
"Uh, lady? You okay?" Hal asked with a dubious look on his face, suddenly aware that no alarm was sounded at the use of the now dissipating Boom Tube.
"Lady Bekka!" Ganthet spoke with recognition, raising himself up with his own power, reaching out to palm her shoulder. "What's wrong? What happened to Izaya?!"
"I-I don't know," She began with a trembling gasp, turning to look at the old Guardian with fear driven eyes. "He told me to run, to warn the others. High Father spoke of little time and that the enemy cannot be fought ordinarily. The Corps was the only one he trusted to act upon this information. The enemy has...most likely overrun New Genesis and will make its way here if not somewhere else more precious in the Universe. We must stop it before time runs out!"
Kyle Rayner felt rejuvenated. He had spent a good half hour bathed in the light of the Central Battery, the place where all of their Green Lantern Rings got their power from. He had spent the good part of the day opening portals, zooming across the vacuum of space, and help escorting tens of thousands at a time to designated evacuation zones. It had been a good morning on Oa to take an easy day but that had to come and ruin his day. Still he was eager to get back and help.
That was, until he saw a regrettably familiar face parked at a space port terminal.
A burly man of pure white skin complexion with long black hair trailing to his lower back, bright red eyes bordered by dark hued tattoos, and one large arm exposed with hair sporting across the forearm. The other was covered by the partially ripped leather jacket, covering a dark muscle shirt sporting a pair of overlapping bandoleers packed full of contraband to illegal weaponry. That included the blaster holstered on his left hip, the large rifle strapped over his back and the very large knife on his boot. All of those, of course, were the only visible weapons that Rayner could identify.
Strafed by him was his skull-mounted cosmic bike, currently holding what looked like a bloodied and miserably conscious alien with fins running up his naked purple scalp. His eyes were swollen shut and his teeth were punched out, with his arms tied behind his back by way of chains tied almost impossibly together in metal gnarled knots. He squirmed helplessly on the arguably semi-sentient ride of the infamous bounty hunter's.
"What do ya mean ya ain't payin' me?!" Shouted the identifiable rogue, waving what looked like a printed wanted poster in front of Kilowog, a particularly stoic Lantern who didn't look amused one bit. "I heard there was a bounty on this stack of purple shit and it was to report it to the nearest authority! Why am I bein' stood up?"
"Do we look like a bounty office, Lobo?" Kilowog asked with a glare, crossing his arms while maintaining near eye contact with the tall mullet wearing alien. "Get lost, poozer. You can get paid anywhere else but not at the Green Lantern Corps headquarters. This place has legitimacy, unlike you. No legit, no credit. Capiche?"
"Ya want to start a fight, bub?" Lobo leaned forward, his finger-gloved hands crackling against one another. "I'll be happy to blow steam off your pig skinned ass!"
"Don't start anything you can't finish, low-life. Just because I got stuck with security duty today doesn't mean I won't find it beneath me to call security. You know, the kind that outnumbers the hairs on your pale chest," Kilowog bit back, stepping forward so his taut muscles were even nearer to his.
"Go ahead," The red-eyed bounty hunter replied with an eager grin on his face. "Make my day!"
"Stop it, both of you," Kyle intervened with an aggravated groan. Earning their looks of both surprise and irritation he strode in to push both hulking beings aside. Despite his human stature being puny in scope, his physical recognition was enough to silence their fight if only for a few seconds. "This really isn't the place for that kind of thing."
"Bah!" The large jawed Lantern turned and heavily stepped away, finding a nearby corner on the aerial hovering space port. "Poozer ain't worth my time. You deal with him, Hal!"
"What, you think you can run away from the Main Man?!" Lobo called after him, pointing over Hal's head as he thumbed his chest with his free hand. "I can take any of you creeps anytime, and any place!"
"As for you," Kyle interrupted, placing his hands on his hips as he looked at him with a better understanding of what was going on. "What are you doing here? Oa is low on manpower but I can hardly see us not arresting you on first sight, given what happened the last time the Corps crossed your path."
"I got pardoned awhile back, bucko!" He announced with a wave of his arms, pleased to grin much to Hal's discomfort at a close breathing range, making him visibly cringe. "Helping the League chumps back on Earth when that Darkseid creep decided to pay it a visit got me some credentials if you know what I mean. That way, I could come and do some legitimate business, ya know?"
"Ah, right. You were there," Kyle waved his hand, trying his best not to retch at the scent of Lobo's most likely alcoholic tinted exhales were poisoning the air.
"But that pig man was saying 'We don't pay scum like you,' and all that kind of crap. I'm just tryin' to get a measly five hundred K cred redemption for bringing the sucker in alive," He pointed over his shoulder at his victim carrying bike, making an angry face at a distantly smirking Kilowog. "But the blue dudes in charge here won't want to see me and I don't know anyone else around here. So, want to help out a fellow man in need, huh, Rayner?"
Sighing, the young Earth born Lantern massaged the bridge of his nose. The last thing he needed was an aggravated interstellar bounty hunter running amok in Oa. He didn't have funds on him that he could make the man happy, and the only people in charge who made those kind of payments were the Guardians themselves. Unfortunately, they were much too busy monitoring all outgoing Lanterns' activities not to mention the Genova Crisis still ongoing.
Even as he tried to think of a solution, his Ring bleeped, revealing to him with a glance that Hal was giving him a call.
"Hold that thought," Kyle raised a hand to what was a happy face Lobo that turned into a sulking frown as he manifested an ear-piece to privatise his call. Turning on his heel he talked in a particular direction away from the burly bounty hunter. "Kyle here, what's your order for today?"
"Get here pronto, Rayner! We don't have much time. Minutes is all I think we have and your the first person I called!"
"Whoa, slow down. Where are you and what's going on?" Kyle asked with a wave of his hand, walking away from the impatiently foot tapping man near him.
"You want a summary? Here's the rundown. Ganthet was meeting with his peeps in the clouds when one of them had to hang up. Bottom line, that friend of his was High Father of New Genesis. Report from his lovely relative Bekka reported that their planet may be overrun and Oa may be next on this cosmic deadpool. We sent Bekka to talk to the old farts -no offense Ganthet- to warn them ahead of us but we couldn't get bogged down by politics by the other Guardians. So calling you individually was the only way to do it."
"First off, New Genesis is in danger?" Kyle rattled off, unaware by the silhouettes that dropped behind him and caught Lobo's eyes. "Secondly, why don't you sound the alarms? We can't worry about what may happen. The planet is in trouble and we put its security ahead of what may be uncomfortable confrontations-!"
A silvery laugh caused his throat to clench up and his mouth to stop speaking. Even as Hal kept trying to get his attention he looked slowly over his shoulder, surprised to see a white haired woman with a voluptuously telling red and black outfit adorned to her figure. Standing beside on either of her flanks was a human looking man with a ragged scarf, long-sleeved shirt and shredded jeans with a shiny pistol holstered on his side; along on the other side was a purple skinned saurian built life form with white carapace plates seamed along his upper torso, his forearms and most of his cranium. The one standing behind her seemed to be taller than the others, also looking human if it weren't for an unseen tail that curled around his waist like a belt while the rest of his golden-black armor adorned his muscular frame that exposed much of his skin.
"Oh, are we making things uncomfortable for you?" Towa asked with a chuckle, waving what looked like a staff in her right hand in a dismissive fashion. "I'm sorry. Allow us to rectify that."
Turning on his heel, Kyle erected a barrier through a thought while launching a multi-arm projection aimed to attack all at once. While the woman seemed to disappear as if she was a mirage, the other three dodged and reacted with incredible speed. Crashing into him at all sides, the barrier formed around him shattered but gave time for him to create two three meter tall giants akin to Norse creations he had drawn up years ago.
"Whoa!" 17 recoiled as his giant adversary swung a punch, shattering the spaceport earth while sending fissures of destabilizing ground a good distance away. Leaping back to kick it across the face, he saw it stumble back a step before headbutting into an upraised arm. "These guys pack a punch!"
"Indeed," Cooler replied as he smoothly evaded a few punches, coalescing his left arm with a bounty of purplish black energy. When the avatar swung both hands down to hammer fist, he swung his arm around, decapitating his particular giant. "These things can be dispatched if you know how to-what?!"
With the mutant finding himself eating his own words as the headless giant rushed into him at a speed comparable to his own, he found his body crushed into the earth. Punched over and over, he blocked futilely while noticing 17 wasn't making much headway against his own projected opponent. Turning around he saw Raditz was personally engaged with the Green Lantern.
"You're good," Raditz remarked as he dodged an energy blast by Kyle, followed up with a series of arcing lunges made by enlarged eyeballs that exploded in the air upon remote control. Coating himself in a blaze of white Ki, he bulldozed through the attacks and landed a solid punch across Kyle's face. "But you're no match for a Saiyan Elite!"
"Ngh!" Rayner gritted his teeth as his head pounded, his personalized barrier shimmering at the impact he received. Just as his back slammed into the ground, he saw his own avatars were soon dealt with seconds later, shattering into plates of EM particles. Rising up he saw Kilowog rush towards his vicinity, already hurtling a number of boulder projections at them to provide covering fire.
"Please," Cooler glowered, his eyes emitting his ocular style of Death Beams to eradicate the conjured attacks by Kilowog. Palming the air to create a Kiai that gut punched the tall alien, he fired a Ki blast that enshrouded him entirely. This sent the burly Lantern flying across the air, crashing into what looked like a large cruiser before a towering explosion shook the foundation of the port. "As if that could harm us."
"Kilowog!" Kyle shouted with apparent horror at what happened to his comrade.
"You should worry about yourself," 17 suggested, upholstering his gun and cocked it back before firing at him. Watching a dazzling light followed by a magnanimous explosion, the Lantern barely blocked it with a dome shaped shield of his own. Whistling he looked at his gun with pride. "Not a bad piece of hardware. I'm glad I took it from that punk."
"Stop glamouring over your piece of tech and just finish him already," Raditz angrily suggested, crossing his arms over his chest with disappointment. "He doesn't look too much fun to me and I don't like the look in his eyes."
"Oh if you insi-"
"Actually, I got somethin' to say," Lobo declared as he held one rifle in one hand and his side arm in the other at the three of their backs. Grinning almost manically, he took aim to the Saiyan and the Saurian while just keeping an eye at the cyborg with his periphery vision. "Ya just made a big mistake startin' a fight here in Green Lantern HQ. Now that I got ya red handed, I'm sure t'a get a reward for haulin' yer collective asses to their nearest holdin' cells. If ya got a problem with that, no sweat. I can always deliver you to the morgue instead!"
"You?" Cooler asked dubiously, his eyes narrowing at Lobo and his pair of armaments. "With those?"
"Ain't they beauts? State of the art and guaranteed to mess up nearly any kind of alien matter. I don't know your species but I'm sure yer no match fer-" Lobo was proudly declaring his new toys until he found them wrenched out of his grip. The invisible psychic grip Cooler extended soon crushed them in front of his eyes, dropping them to the ground callously. As he gaped at the sight of his broken guns, the same Saurianoid raised a finger, creating an ominous glow that opaqued the entire environment around them.
"See, that's the difference between your kind and ours," The cold blooded conqueror stated as his Ki grew exponentially, causing a wave of light to begin lapping over the environment, focused at the tip of his upraised digit. "The gap between what you call power is that of common nuclear arsenal to that of the ability to destroy worlds. Allow me to give you a taste of the latter!"
In an instant later, echoed by a dark laugh, Kyle and Lobo's field of vision became engulfed in a stream of white. A whining shriek later and a rattling explosion deafened the area, choking the atmosphere while spreading all across the Oan spaceport. Becoming a dome of energy from orbit it swelled to titanic proportions before disappearing entirely.
Guy Gardner was feeling frustrated.
Here he was, reinforcing a barrier network created by the Justice League like a good errand boy. Most of his fellow comrades was busy saving lives and escorting entire civilizations from an impending time bomb. He'd feel more productive if he was doing something other than delivering disposable plating that made up this ridiculously proportioned grid of solar repelling fields.
"Oh, Guy," Captain Atom acknowledged his presence with a turn of his containment suit body. Being someone made up of pure energy, he had no need for breathing equipment save for the basic radio piece to communicate across the vacuum of space. If they could hear, no doubt the thrum of the massive field placed over the white pulsing star would drown out any other noise. "Thanks for delivering that. If you could move it to partition H-4501 that'd be great."
"Mind showing me where that is? I'm not great at remembering numbers," Guy asked politely if not laced in a bit of annoyance. He had a comically over sized fishnet projection coming from his ring holding large angled metal frames with antennae attached to them. Each of them could equal half the hull plating of a star cruiser.
"Sure," The white skinned atomic man turned and pointed towards a particularly bright light emanating kilometers away. "Doctor Light should be over there. She can direct the rest of the equipment if it's too hard to find."
"Maybe if we had an instruction manual we wouldn't need to repair these every five minutes!" Guy griped as he took off in a stream of green particles. Truth be told he didn't even know how long this thing has been holding up. Ever since they began construction they only reached half capacity before parts began to become detached or annihilated when solar flares exhumed from the dying ball of plasma. Most of the League's best space faring members were already on site to keep the star's most destructive potential contained, leaving the rest of the Green Lanterns deployed to help evacuate or assist them.
Guy just happened to be one of the few left to help out, much to his personal grievance.
Delivering the bundle of parts to desired destination, he watched as Doctor Light wordlessly manipulated the parts to fit like pieces to a puzzle over a much more intact part of the barrier system. It was hard to look at her even indirectly, her powers seeming to be at max thanks to her own proximity to the partial bleeding rays of the star. Even he, through his personal Ring made barrier, could feel the heat of the star that was on a rapid decline to maximum deterioration.
"If you're not busy," Doctor Light asked through her own transceiver, looking slightly over her shoulder to glance at Guy's grimacing visage. "I'd like you to help reinforce partition D-4091. It's starting to come loose under the solar flare battery its receiving."
"Sure thing, Doc," Guy replied sardonically, giving a halfhearted salute before zooming towards the top of the star as he remembered at least where that section of the barrier was. Positioning in space was difficult as it was, but now they were constructing a metal net to buffer the star's hazardous energies. He could get lost in a hurry if it wasn't for all the buoys placed near every partition.
Reaching the spot, he could already see the makings of another flare erupting from the star's surface. Warping the metal it threatened to shatter the barrier and the reinforcement netted in place. Gritting his teeth he summoned all the will he could muster and projected his ring's energies to deflect the blast, extending the bulkhead to a further distance. Grasping at his arm he felt the strain of maintaining concentration as sweat beaded down his face, his breath becoming hoarse the longer he managed his control.
Just when he saw his own projection beginning to groan and warp, a sudden blur of blue and red moved faster than his eyes could track. When his projection stabilized he saw an addition of hundreds of plates interlocking with his own construct, creating an even larger energy field to hold back the star's flares. Feeling himself breathe a sigh of relief he felt a strong hand pat him on the right shoulder, causing him to spin and gape in surprise.
"Good work," Superman, the Earth's mightiest defender, thanked the Green Lantern with telepathy, visibly lacking any particular protective suit of his own other than his standard red short adorned blue-skinned uniform to the Lantern's eyes. Giving him a thumb's up to further emphasize his thankfulness, he explained further. "I needed a few seconds to gather that plating needed to help reinforce this area, not to mention push back the flare simultaneously. You do your Corps proud."
"Enough of the patronizing, Supes," Guy shrugged off with a scowl, dusting his collared jacket with an almost offended air to him. "I know I'm not the greatest Lantern and playing babysitter for you Leaguers isn't a choice I made. The best you can do for me is tell me when this star is getting under control-"
"It isn't," Clark admitted outright, causing the Lantern's tirade to halt and his demeanor to quiet. Looking at the Man of Steel, he could see a conflicted expression on his face as he looked at the barely contained Genova. "The degeneration of the star's core has increased by five hundred percent within the last five minutes. At this rate, this thing will produce flares too large for us to contain. Then, it will go Supernova."
Backing up, the Lantern felt himself at a loss. Looking at the containment field he had spent hours helping keep together he now realized how truly futile it all was. Turning to look at the indiscernible dots that were the Genova System's presiding worlds he knew without even checking that none of the Corps was done evacuating. They were about out of time and Superman of all people gave him the worst news he could hear.
Then, he got a transmission on his ring from Hal Jordan.
Groaning out loud he aggravatingly picked up with a shout, "Yes, what is it Hal?!"
"G-Guy! Neawrjstltjuh-g-get-swasttyhyttyrzz-Oa in dang-rstlasththytpq!"
"What? Hal you're breaking up on me," Guy barked, tapping the side of his head where his construct communication device was. "Speak up!"
"Oa...under...attack! Need...rein...ce...soon!"
"Oa is under attack?! By who?!" Guy shouted with an alarmed shade in his skin. "Hal! Tell me!"
"D-Don't know t-the identiteeeeeeeerrrrrrk-!"
"Hal?! HAL!" Guy cried out desperately, failing to patch the line back together. Growling he looked over at the Kryptonian, seeming to mumble something incoherently while holding the side of his head. Taking a step forward, he ground out in the most impatient tone possible. "Oa is in danger, Supes! If you're not going to stop this star soon, then it's done for this system and the others beyond this quadrant. I'm going to go protect what matters most and get my people out of here, so if you'd just act like you give a damn-!"
"Got it," Superman replied, seemingly to no one in particular.
"Uh...what?" The orange-haired jock blinked with surprise at the caped warrior of justice.
"I've been calculating the probabilities this plan could have in chance of success with Mr. Terrific and Ray Palmer this whole time. They deduce it has a greater than 50% chance of working," Clark explained while outwardly stretching, looking as if he's about to go on a marathon with the attitude he's taken with the star in front of him.
"What plan?" The Lantern asked dubiously with an arched brow.
"Using my super speed I'm going to launch myself into the center of Genova and vibrate my molecules at a capacity where my static electricity will repair the damaged part of the core. In addition my powers should increase exponentially enough to allow me to reach the speeds I need in order to fully warp the star back to its fullest capacity," He explained while bending down to finger hold the space below him, his toes arching his legs to give the impression he's about to start running. "In layman's terms I'm going to jumpstart the star's core, see if I can revitalize it enough to give this solar system another century or two."
"TH-THAT'S NUTS!" Guy shouted at the top of his lungs within his own barrier contained person. Pointing at Superman with an incredulous expression on his face, he declared outright. "YOU AND WHOEVER PLANNED THIS IS CRAZY! BATSHIT INSANE!"
"Would you rather wait ten minutes for the entire star to explode?" Kal El questioned the outraged Green Lantern, causing the man to fall silent and sullen.
"How long is that plan of yours is going to take?" He asked in an embittered voice.
"If this works, then it should only take about every bit of ten minutes to have it back to better health. If it doesn't then the explosion will happen from a few minutes to a few seconds," The Man of Tomorrow admitted bluntly, his body a sudden blur a mere instant later as he plunged past the barrier and into Genova's surface. Before Gardner could even protest the Kryptonian was already at its core, empowered by the bombardment of solar energy that seeped into his pores.
Guy could only watch in rapt anticipation. Little did he know that every Leaguer present was holding their respective breaths, even if they didn't have any to hold. The pulsing giant began to hasten in its thrums, to the point where the flashes could be interpreted as a quickening heartbeat. The barrier around it roared and strained, buckling under the pressure of increased radiation outputs. As dozens of shields blew out into space as molten slag, some of which the Green Lantern had to repel away from him that he saw the pulses began to merge into a smooth radiating shimmer.
Like a constant glistening light that began to swell in size instead of shrinking in dire compression, the plan was actually on its way to working.
"Wow, he's actually doing it," Captain Atom stuttered out with amazement.
"To think he can actually revitalize a star. Just what kind of feats isn't he capable of?" Doctor Light asked herself incredulously with shock.
"You guys can pick up your jaws off the floor," Mr. Terrific spoke over the comm solemnly. "We have a situation to appraise of you on Earth. We could really use heavy hitters of your caliber and his back home."
"Brief us on the way. Is the gateway still functional?" The radioactive man asked dutifully, already mid-flight away from the stabilizing Genova and onto their designated HQ. A selection of space craft huddled around a triangular shaped spacial rift generator. Anchored to the Watchtower's teleporter as a waypoint, they used the gate to virtually transport back from any place they were sent.
"Yeah it is. Be forewarned, we've got some casualties and...it'd be hard to take in just how much we've lost in a little space of time, nor the scope of our true enemy," The strategist cautiously explained as they and a number of Leaguers began to assemble in their craft, just about to deploy back.
Eventually they'd be informed of the awful truth and the incredible awakenings of young heroes and unexpected allies. They knew what the stakes were and had little time to steel themselves. But that was what was expected of the Justice League. They were soldiers of justice and peace with little time to mourn other than after the fight was done. Until then they were always on the march, fighting the never ending battle without any sign of truly ceasing.
It was something Guy had to relate with.
But he had a different obligation. Rally the other Green Lanterns. With a stern glare he opened up channels to all nearby and available Corps members. He needed to drag in them by the hundreds -no, the thousands- if the alert was authentic. Their job was virtually done, and now their duty was to protect their home world.
Or the source of their power may be in jeopardy!
"Dammit! Guy, pick up!" Hal continued to shout into his ring. When he couldn't hear a response everything quaked as if the world took a punch from a cosmos giant. Seeing a distant light encompass the horizon, he could hear his ring blare out in response. Something he wished he didn't hear.
"Warning! Critical Damage has been received at Oan Spaceport D. Surrounding infrastructure is also damaged. All available Lantern personnel fend off hostiles! We will continue monitoring progress from here."
"The Guardians are aware of what we are now," Ganthet lowly muttered, lowering his head and balling his fists with defeated frustration. "But we were too late! The evil High Father spoke of is already here!"
"Then we don't have anytime to waste!" Hal Jordan raised his voice, his aura a gleaming emerald as he took off sprinting down the hall. Not reaching more than a dozen paces did he suddenly hear faint footsteps coming from the forked impasse up ahead. It was that of a slender, voluptuously fit woman clad in crimson and black colors that suggestively exposed the underside of her breasts. As he drew closer the sight of her white hair and blue skin made her almost akin to the Oans if not for her tall height and sharp ears. Skidding on his heels to a halt he was almost beside himself with how attractive she was.
"Hello there, Big Man," She spoke in a sultry tone that made Hal blush slightly as she strutted her hips and walked ever so sexily in his direction. "I seem to be lost. Could you help me find some people I'm looking for?"
"Hahaha, sure! I could never turn down a pretty face," Hal winked and gave her a thumb's up, trying to appear as charming as he could without showing her how embarrassed he was that he had been gawking a few seconds ago. Still, something inside of him told him that she was dangerous, like a cold air that gusted through an otherwise warm summer day. She didn't seem to be that intimidating but something in her eyes was starting to make his attraction to her wane.
"Hal Jordan," Ganthet telepathically warned the Green Lantern within, causing him to widen his eyes at the sound of the Guardian behind him. "Don't trust that woman!"
"Why? She doesn't seem to be-" He began to reply mentally, just as she got within arm's reach.
"You don't need to say anything," Towa purred, her feet leaving the ground and her upper body smothering into his chest as her arms snaked around his neck. He was totally entranced, caught off guard by her movement that seemed much faster than it should have been. The world seemed to pause as her next words came out of her mouth, brushing against his face as hers leaned closer. "Just empty your mind into mine."
With her lips latched onto his, the human Lantern first experienced a sudden euphoric rush of bliss as his whole body felt as if it was being electrically massaged underneath his skin. He felt limp, his thoughts coming undone at a pace that seemed unreal. His life flashed before his eyes, skipped over like a book's pages being turned by a superhuman. It only slowed when it saw anything related to his time as Parallax, the near destruction of the Lantern Corps, the renewal of the Guardians, the importance of Ganthet and the location of their main headquarters.
"NO!" Ganthet cried out, having witnessed only a handful of seconds of this twisted seduction. Thrusting an arm out, a prism of green light opened between their bodies and then separated them forcefully. While an unconscious Hal fell onto his back, the woman stumbled back and chuckled darkly. Rushing to the fallen Lantern's side, he checked his pulse and was thankful that he was still alive. Turning his now anger filled eyes towards her, he growled out in a guttural manner as his whole body glowed a bright lime hue. "Who are you?What have you done to him, witch?!"
"Ah, so you must be the one called Ganthet?" Towa wiped her lips casually with one hand, another materializing her staff in a violet-black glow. "I'm a bit new to this particular Universe so you'll have to forgive me. I've had to either violently or subtly read the minds of those I come into contact with. You'll have to thank whatever higher power created that recruit of yours for his mental fortitude was much higher than the Gods I extracted knowledge from."
"So...you really are the evil that Izaya mentioned," Ganthet gritted his teeth, sweat already beading down his brow at the memory of his dear friend's departure. His eyes elapsed into white blank slates, his hair rivulet as whole body became engulfed in a pyre of emerald-white light. His voice magnified with his output of power, waving his right arm around with exclamation. "I will not let you succeed! You and your misbegotten minions will meet your end on Oa!"
"Is that right?" Towa uttered with a chuckle of her own, a rosy light glimmering around her own body raised her power. Twirling her staff till the upper half fell into her right hand, she let it smoothly rub across her palm before gripping it tightly with audible cracks to her own knuckles. "I'm afraid you will be mistaken. No one will come to save you and I only need one of you Guardians to supply me with the knowledge that I seek. Fighting all of you at once would be both moronic and taxing. But you? I think I can handle just little you."
"THEN PROVE IT, HARLOT!" The Oan cried out, gesturing with an outstretched finger, generating a shockwave that ripped the glass and roofing apart within the enclosed hallway. Rushing to meet the woman, she smiled as she spun her staff, nullifying the kinetic force just a mere few inches away from her concealed toes and pert nose. The gust of wind merely caused her hair and hind skirt to flourish with motion, but she received no injury.
With a decadent smile the Demoness puckered her lips and kissed the air, releasing a heart-shaped light. As it slowly traversed the air, she poked the manifested heart with her staff. A violet colored pulse later and the heart expanded before popping, releasing a geyser of dark hued flames to rush down the corridor towards both the unconscious Hal and the alert Guardian. Erasing the sight of them both, the blaze of flames continued to expand outward till the bubble shaped chamber that Ganthet had taken residence in minutes ago along with a good thirty meters of steel framing and glass was detonated in a blaze of flames. The crackling tongues clung to warped metal and exposed soil that the metropolitan covered planet had.
Smiling at her handiwork, she idly twirled a finger through her hair as she looked to her upper right. Seeing Hal levitated by a projection of light, Ganthet himself glared stoically down from his elevated height. Sighing, she released her hold on her hair and phased out of sight, reappearing in a flash only a handful of meters in front of them.
"You're a bender of space too," She stated with a twinkle in her eye. "I'm impressed that you could warp yourself and the boy out of the way while avoiding my attack."
"You use Magic," Ganthet acknowledged out loud, his own brows furrowing at the mention of facing such a power. "I know not of this kind of power but your powers won't work on a Guardian."
"Perhaps not conventionally," Towa shrugged with a lackadaisical grin, taking the time to take a seat on her staff as she placed a hand underneath her chin. Tapping the side of her cheek she rubbed her staff with her right hand, sighing out loud in a bored tone. "What would be the easiest way to get rid of you? So many options, it's hard for me to decide which one to use."
As she verbally pondered a sudden ringing filled the air. Her eyes widened as what looked like two enormous skyscraper scaled hands had materialized in seconds on either flank. The woman's mouth opened to say something just before both palms collided to create a seismic shockwave the shook the foundations of the given kilometer on Oa. With the sight of no movement Ganthet seemed to huff with indignation.
"To let your guard down like that, you must have truly been prideful," He thought, his blank eyes fixed on the hands. With a startled gasp he turned around and raised his arm, forming a hexagon barrier to block a sudden spearing jab by the weapon he recognized as Towa's staff. Held by a single hand, the woman smiled curtly at him while he growled visibly at her, his hand constructs dissipating into blocks before disappearing entirely.
"Did you think I'd be destroyed like that? You really are a presumptuous creature to think you can best someone of my caliber like that," Towa lulled out, her spear grinding into his shield with enough pressure that light sparked between the two opposing objects. The tip seemed to pressure the shield inward, rupturing it like a balloon. Following this she smiled as the shocked Oan found himself staring at a scarlet light thrumming at the tip of her staff. "What do you know? I guess I don't know my own strength."
A high pitched whine followed the bright red beam that thrust through the Guardian's chest. Blood spewed out of his chest as the cauterized hole was easily a foot in diameter, more than enough to be considered a gaping hole to his own kind. Stumbling back in the air, his glow seemed to faint around him, with the only exception being the cradling aura that suspended Hal's unconscious form in space.
Just as soon as Towa began to turn away from mortally injured Oan did she feel as much as saw a bright light erupt from Ganthet. Turning around, she glared coldly as the hole she made had mended itself from the inside out. The emerald sparks that had restored his body and rekindled his life force evaporated around him, revealing the diminutive man's mouth to be shedding blood from his mouth. Wiping it away, he continued to glare stoically while Towa seemed to regain her composure.
"Self restoration. Your kind really is formidable," Towa commented with a wry grin, leaning against her staff casually. "Impressive as that might be, it won't do you any good. Do you do anything else other than just warp short distances and create constructs?"
Wordlessly, he clapped his hands together, the shimmering light forming a transparent construct of epic proportions behind him. As it took shape a looming shadow was cast over the levitating Demoness, her gaze lazily looking up to see a muscular avatar stand up to fifty meters in height. It's feet hovered barely above the isolated cityscape that surrounded them, easily being a head taller than the towers that decorated most of the untouched planet. When it was fully formed, glowing eyes emanated out of its sockets and looked down, seeming out of its own accord.
"We wield the power of Will," Ganthet explained, not gaining Towa's currently inclined gaze but still felt obliged to speak nonetheless. "Through mental attrition and spiritual focus the Green Lantern Corps can accomplish feats beyond that of many beings across the cosmos. Us Guardians were the ones who created those focuses, the rings, to harness that power. But Oans can do this through our own psychic abilities and connection to the Central Battery. Fighting me on our home planet will be your downfall, witch!"
Releasing a cruel smile, Towa let out a dark laugh, one that echoed enough to even chill Ganthet's blood.
"What is amusing to you?" The Guardian asked with an angry glare.
"I just realized that even if I crush you, I will waste the energy that I've gained from the New Gods. Even if its only a fraction, it will defeat the purpose of my ultimate objective," Towa vaguely briefed the confused Oan. Twirling her staff around in circles with her left hand she let it end the rotation by pointing at Hal Jordan's hovering form. "I guess the path to least resistance will be to overwhelm you without the need of wasting energy. To do that, I'll need his assistance."
Unable to react in time to what she was insinuating, a dark purple burst of fiery energy struck Hal Jordan and ate away the barrier before overlapping his body entirely. Seeming to eat away at his uniform, his body limply lifted upright arms and legs spreading outward. When it seemed that he regained consciousness did the energy peel back enough to reveal his changed appearance. Dark purple covered what was once his green colors, the black taking an obsidian tint, his chest insignia changing into a black winged bat to mirror the enchantress' own bat symbol on her barely concealed bosom. His mask took on a curved shape, his lens ebbing of purple-black flames the permeated his entire body, with red eyes burning at their core.
"Whom do you serve, sweet Hal Jordan?" Towa asked with a suggestive jut of her hips to his direction, placing one palm over it to rub it fondly.
Seeming to take a kneel in midair, a cape seeming to manifest itself out of his own energy by Towa's own manipulation. From a pair of black pauldrons that jutted up with spikes, the cape was attached to a burning purple chain wrapped around his neck. Ganthet felt himself pale a shade lighter blue as a sinisterly emotionless voice came out of Hal's mouth, "I serve you, my lady Towa."
"Good to hear, sweet Hal," Towa cooed out with a melodiously sweet laugh. Watching Hal smile with perverse delight at hearing his mistress laugh, he rose back to full height. Turning to look up at the dwarf sized Guardian and his colossal construct, she grinned triumphantly at the visibly sweating man. "I think the odds are much more in my favor, don't you think?"
"This...is truly a nightmare!" Ganthet thought with a horrified expression, remembering all too well of the tragedy that was Hal's possession by the entity of Fear known as Parallax. Leaving little time to think, Towa and Hal rushed forward, the prior thrusting her spear forward while the latter thrust his fiery fist up front. With a mental command, he reasserted his initiative by having the avatar behind him swing both immense hands at swift speeds, crashing into both smaller figures with enough force the shock the earth and sky around them. Holding them at bay, he growled out as he concentrated with finality. "But I will overcome it. Just as you were controlled by Parallax, Hal, I will find a way to bring you back from this witch!"
It had only been a minute until the other Lanterns came. Kyle hardly believed that he managed to repel so much energy. He had to focus intently despite the flash of light and the straining effort on his part. But he somehow had managed to erect a bodily dome while the earth was ripped asunder and the organic soil underneath the spaceport was revealed in a wide crater. That crater was seemingly kilometers wide in scope and was home to a large battlefield.
Focusing on recovering his body from the attacks he had received, he watched handfuls of Lanterns fly backwards, flying like rag dolls to smash in other parts of the ashen earth. Admirably, most rose back up to keep on the fight with the invaders. But deep down, Rayner knew they were more formidable than he thought possible. Looking over from the distance he saw the Saurian mutant quickly evading a number of projectiles, lifting fragments of the earth with his mind and hurtling them back at sonic speeds at his oppressors. The dark haired man who looked human moved at a momentum unlike any Earthling he knew, batting back and kicking away most of the Lanterns from their vicinity. Lastly was the man with long hair, compact armor and a fur tail, firing a number of blasts at his own targets high up in the sky.
For some reason, he lost track of Lobo in the explosion that had been wreaked. To his own grim assumption, the alien bounty hunter might have perished in the localized nova of light. He had narrowly protected him from it, disguising his location by manipulating the light to make himself seem transparent. He had to come up with a strategy to beat them, otherwise he'd fair no better than the rest.
"Look at them! They're only a fraction of the army we had to deal with back on that other planet and they're way more fun!" 17 piped out, erecting a barrier around himself as dozens of emerald beams struck his shield.
"Indeed," Cooler remarked with a cool sidestep, avoiding a number of discharged green spikes launched out of an otherworldly ballista. Aiming his hand, he launched a wave of Ki, decimating the construct and blowing away the Lantern but not completely eradicating him like he hoped. "They are far more durable. Those rings must give them powers comparable to Super Saiyans."
"Average Super Saiyans, if you ask me," Raditz replied, chuckling as he did an aerial flip to avoid a number of emerald blasts by his opponents. "I could totally waste them if I transformed."
"Then show us, Mr. Super Saiyan," 17 snarked out sarcastically, spinning on the ball of his foot to land a kidney kick on a nearby Lantern. When he palmed their chest, he managed to pierce the barrier and leave a considerable hole behind. Watching it keel over he looked up at the twitching comrade of his high in the sky. "That is, if your boasts of Superness aren't just all talk."
"Keep pushing me, Android-"
"Cyborg," Seventeen corrected with a flick kick at a large construct sent his way.
"Whatever the hell you are," Raditz snarled, his Ki's translucent light of rosy hue crackled and covered his whole body. His long mane of hair rose upward, flickering from a raven tint to that of a golden collection of spiked locks. Onyx eyes turned green, his muscles seemed to expand and his voice gained a grated tone as he shouted down at him from high above, creating a bright yellow shockwave to slam into the crater aligned ground. "DON'T MESS WITH ME!"
"Holy shit, he did it," The Cyborg blinked as he exclaimed with disbelief at what happened above his head.
"Tch, what a waste of energy," Cooler sardonically rolled his eyes as he commented under his breath.
"What is he?!"
"The ring has no data on these guys. Where did they come from?"
"Stay focused. We have to repel them off world."
"And do what?!"
"It looks like they're starting to panic," The Super Saiyan noticed with a grin. Raising his right hand up above his head, he peered his eyes to look at a particular big light shimmering in the distance. Eyes widened when he witnessed a large construct forming, plates of emerald rays took up a huge monolith far away from their battlefield. "Oi, it seems that there's a bigger battle happening over there. Should we just wipe these guys out and go there?"
"Idiot!" Cooler replied with a disdainful shout. "Don't give her position away. Her spell loses potency the more awareness given to people in its envelope."
"Uh Barney," 17 Interrupted, looking over to see Rayner walking across the crater, light shining brightly around his person. "Didn't you get that guy?"
Huffing with annoyance the Saurian turned his gaze back at the Green Lantern who finally rose back up. Grimacing with irritation at the sight of the defiant ranger, he took a few steps towards his enemy. Passing by the wary Green Lanterns nearby he swung his arm in a dismissive arc, causing a violet flash of overwhelming Ki to shatter their defenses and vaporize their bodies; all but their rings remained, clanking to the ground while blinking idly around his feet.
"That bastard!" A lone Lantern shouted, one of only a handful compared to the dozens that had surrounded them.
"Keep calm," Kyle assurred with a commanding tone, his fist pulling back to throw a energized punch that created an effigy; the imitation of what looked like a grim reaper's bone clad knuckles. As it smashed into the oncoming mutant alien, he cried out with valorous vigor. "I got this!"
"Do you?" Cooler queried behind the construct, a single hand catching the middle digit and halting his backward momentum. Bubbling black and violet Ki manifested around his body, his eyes glowing a menacing red as he wrenched the limb away with an audible snap. Grinning he reached out with a psychic grip, slowly squeezing around Kyle's throat to the point he had to claw for his own neck to get the invisible vice away from his precious air supply. "Let me tell you something. We just annihilated the world of the New Gods. Their military and their deification meant nothing to the likes of us. What do a bunch of fools shining like the Universe's biggest advocates of 'Clean the Cosmos' movement think they can do to us?"
"D-Dammit!" Rayner swore inwardly, feeling the corners of his vision begin to encroach with darkness. Suffocation was imminent and none of his fellow comrades could do anything to help him. He didn't even know if Kilowog was alive, or where Guy was and Hal's location on the planet. He was about to choke out and die a horribly underwhelming death at the hands of an invader he didn't even know the name of. "This sucks...I wonder what Jade would think of me if she knew how I ended up?"
That thought, however, was cut off when the sound a horrible shriek was heard elsewhere. Feeling a slackening in the grip over his throat, but not vanishing, Kyle looked over to see the Cyborg culprit in a cloud of dust. Guessing it came from an explosive sorts, his skin seemed to be eaten off, revealing metal and bio-sewed parts that mingled with what was left of his inner human organs. Falling to the ground he clawed at the earth, raspily calling up at Cooler and Raditz to help but unable to voice his pleas.
Before either of the remaining trio could realize who had done it, a blur of dark velocity clocked Cooler across the jaw. With his eyes bulging out and lips splitting open, his hold on Rayner vanished as he was sent skipping across the crater till he struck its upper recess with a deafening crash. Even as the Lantern rubbed his throat and coughed, he made out a fizzing image of a bulking entity leave the area, just as Raditz lowered himself to the ground in an attempt to follow him.
"Who the Hell-?" The Pure Blooded Saiyan cried out, suddenly looking in the direction of a vapor spewing orb. Seconds later an orange wave of eviscerating light tore off his skin, causing his dark aura to overlap his golden one, malfesting his image as he tried to heal it from the unexpected blast. While he did so, the attacker reappeared in a bout of superspeed, uppercutting him along the jaw hard enough to distend the earth around him. Following up with an elbow to the defenseless solar plexus, the Super Saiyan was sent bouncing away to join Cooler in his own special impact crater.
"Urgh," Cooler growled as he wrenched himself from the earth, rising up to meet their oppressor first before Raditz could make the stars flowing in his eyes to vanish. Raising his hand he fired a number of purple ki blasts at the image, finding himself left without commentary at the sight of the silhouette evading each and every explosive shot. By the time he reappeared before him, Cooler recognized him as the other man he had intended to kill.
Lobo, the Most Dangerous Bounty Hunter in the Universe.
"You piss'd me off, chump!" Lobo growled out, left hooking the Saurian in the jaw before kicking him back into the ground with a spin on his standing sole. "That blast'r was a one-of-a-kind beaut, and you just broke it! I'll make you pay with blood, asshole!"
"That's the reason? How shallow of a brute are you-?"
"SHUT UP!" The enraged Czarnian shouted, planting a punch that sent fissures of planet rupturing force splaying across the hundred kilometer stretch of metropolitan marvel landscape. His fist was removed from the indented chest cavity, making way for him to punch the cold-blooded ruler again the face, followed by the upper chest and then the neck. This repeated as he cursed him loudly. "NO ONE DISSES THE MAIN MAN! THE MAIN MAN PISSES ALL OVER YOUR STINKIN' CORPSE FER WHATCHA DONE TO MY EFFECTS! I KILL YER ASS, SAAVY?!"
In all of his rage, Lobo felt his back shot by an intense wave of artificial energy. Turning around with his skin and clothes covered in blood, the red-eyed bounty hunter glared at Seventeen whom seemed to have negated the affects and recovered from his attack. With an outstretched arm and an aura endowed of dark ki, he wordlessly fired another few volleys at Lobo.
"Get real, machine man!" He retorted, his hands backhanding the shots to explode haphazardly across the planet's surface. Seeing the cyborg approach him in a blur of swift momentum, he dodged several of his punches before kneeing him in his gut and hammer fisting his skull into the ground. Kicking him across the air like a ragdoll, he spun out of a ki wave sent by Raditz whom also recovered. "Oh, you want to dance too, blondie? Let's jam it then!"
"You'll regret crossing me, maniac!" Raditz yelled back, his body phasing out of view as the two disappeared from visibility. Loud cracks in the air were formed as they briefly maintained transparent images of themselves moving in the sky and on the ground. Crashing and colliding into each other, it'd seem that the two were evenly matched as the other two were slowly recovering from their own injuries.
"I'm an Elite warrior, the likes of which you've never seen," Raditz boldly declared, priming a pink light in both hands that took on a purplish-golden halo. His once mane of golden hair now a poisonous purple-white tint, the red-eyed man struck fierce and hard at his target with a vengeful howl. "Weekend Smash!"
Unleashing a potent blast into the alien's midsection. Flesh gave way as bone and cartilage was rended apart, soon sending the spearing lance of light from Raditz's hands to soar over and up into the sky with a pink overcast lighting the ground from up high. It was only when Raditz's sight of flesh reforming and skin returning to normal that his victory felt hollow and his eyes widened with disbelief.
"I tore out your organs and spine. You should have been dead," Raditz sputtered out, his own dark aura dissipating and once again returning him to the light of a Super Saiyan. "How?!"
"Heh-Heh-Heh!" Lobo chuckled with a wide grin, walking forward with a menacing gait. "I want to let you in on somethin'. Neither Heaven nor Hell will take me, making me literally unable to pass on to the afterlife. That is, if I can die. I can regenerate from practically anything. What you see is basically a walking apocalypse of mayhem and slaughter, my rocker friend."
A column of roaring nefarious lit energy caught the Cznarian's hearing. Looking over into the distance he witnessed the spot he punched Cooler into the ground rise upward.
Spearing up into space, the crackling pillar of flames discharged bolts of pink Ki, sporadically lancing out and snapping the environment around him. When the silhouetted figure finally stood up he was drastically changed. Gone was the slender armored figure, replaced by a taller and far more muscular body with curved bone lattices attached to his gauntlets and shin braces, with hoops arching over his shoulders. A bone slitted mask slid over his face, concealing a menacing grin as his eyes glowed a permanent red as the dark purple flame burned brightly around his now aquatic bone crown with a black jewel of sorts encrused at its center.
Elsewhere another rising pillar flew up, catching his gaze and making him chuckle. From there the cyborg slowly walked towards him, now definitely different from before. The dark magic transformed his cybernetic body to become taller and more lean than previously, making him mature to adulthood. Long locks of black hair whipped around his shoulders as his shirtless body crunched the ground beneath him as his Ki continued to rise and completely forgo the limits of his infinite power battery. A dark smile stretched across his own face as red eyes burned at the sight of Lobo.
Finally, right before him, Raditz ignited with a renewed surge of Black Ki, this time making his mane stand out even more fiercely. With a manic grin stretched ear to ear, the twisted Super Saiyan felt power thrum within him as assuredly as black lightning constantly crackled around his gold-purple aura burned around him. Laughing out loud as all three converged on Lobo's own bloodthirsty smiling form, Raditz declared outright with a raise of his hand, "You're so much different than the others, Main Man! Let's just see how far your power takes you when you're against the three of us combined!"
"Bring it on, ladies. I can dance all night long, hahahahahahaha!" Lobo beckoned with cracking knuckles, laughing out loud with outstretched arms.
A/N: Funny thing about having Bronchitis and Anaphylactic shock...actually, no, neither of those things are funny. Not unless being cripplingly sick for over two weeks was considered humorous by anyone. What was my point? I dunno, I just wanted to let you guys know my chapter was closer to completion BEFORE I got sick and delayed it inevitably. For that, I apologize this didn't get out sooner.
So we're back to the Evil Troop and Towa. I hope you're enjoying these side adventures that seem to be derailing the plot but rest assured, there is a reason that I have them around. We'll find out eventually what Towa's true goals are and how will the three villains siding with her will deal with that. In the meantime, the MAIN MAN has returned in text form. I hope you all liked it cause I had a blast writing for him, even if his scenes were shorter than the rest of the chapter.
EDIT: I'm so sorry! I forgot to respond to the Reviews of the last chapter. Here, I'll make sure to answer them accordingly my faithful Reviewers ^^;
Firegod00: LOL I know right? Now we have a reason to call her Super Buu instead of just because of changing forms with no explanation why the name change
mdhunter111: Glad I surprised you XD pretty interesting theory you have there, though I don't think that's how its going to go down. At least in this Chapter you get to see Superman in action and with the promise that he may return to help fight the good fight. The real question is, can Lobo fight off Cooler, Super 17 and Raditz off at the same time in their strongest forms? -w-
CageMO: Who knows what's going to happen? At times, even I don't know where the story is going to lead up to -w-
RecklessBaka: Good to see I'm still being unpredictable =w=
To be honest, I didn't like Waller when I first was introduced to her. But, with nostalgia and time, I came to understand her motivations and the reasons why she does what she does. She is a hard woman, difficult to please as it is to impress. But she has sincere motivations of making the world a better and more secure place. Her relationship with Batman was also a nice professional rivalry about what two brilliant minds with goals to do the same thing but with different means to achieve it. This Chapter showed exactly how deep that bond runs to her, along with many others.
My Super Buu is far more intelligent than Canon Super Buu. If only because of the reasons and people she absorbed, it helped simmer her personality. Plus because this was the Positive Buu who assimilated two people who weren't precisely bad people, this helped as well. This is a given that, while Buu is still a spoiled violent blob in Post-Buu Saga, he still has the naive innocent personality that can do good if he is motivated. This Female Buu will definitely have her old tendencies but have new character traits that will benefit her in the long run.
In all honesty, she's in denial to cope with the guilt inside of her. Because she absorbed two genuinely good people with an avid sense of justice and compassion, she probably wants to take the easy route and blame her "evil twin," if you know what I mean.
Yes, I love Booster Gold and I liked showing him off in this series. Giving him the justice he deserves is something I've always longed for. He has a lot more capacity of being an awesome badass compared to his gag persona self people love to abuse him for. Also, I dunno if Galatea and Superboy are gonna die. Why are you giving me ideas to kill these characters? o3O
Ah yes, Chaotic Kid Buu. With a power-up that encases him in Dark Ki. Things can only end well from this point on =w=
See you in the next Review! ^^
ManBearGrylls: LOL I make no promises but I'll keep that in mind
SaiyaStyles: I know this was a mistake, but please make sure you read carefully before making assumptions XD
OcarinaOfRhyme: Again, I don't know why people keep getting surprised by this, but not everyone is going to flip their lid as if they're in an Anime. As fun as it is to see people go apeshit, I'm pretty sure it'll be counterproductive when you're in the middle of a warzone. Also, I highly doubt Barbara and Dick Grayson will die. They seem like the survivor type. Regards to your GalateaxConnor comment, you assume too quickly. The only reason they complement each other is because Galatea is Supergirl's Clone while Superboy is Superman's Clone. Due to this, it's easier for them to quip and snap at each other without thinking. Finally, I know you're attached to the original Kid Buu, but this is my story. Unless it's for a good reason I won't change his skin color out of convenience for the audience's approval. Plus, since I've only heard of one request I don't think it's mandatory. Sorry but I'm going to have to pass. I respect your opinion and your eagerness so I'll do my best again to keep impressing you ^^
Lord of the weed: Yeah, Poor Joker. He isn't getting off easy in this story, of that I can assure you. I know it's controversial to say Kid Buu IS or ISN'T stronger than Super Buu but I firmly believe what the Manga and the Anime said. Super Buu is the strongest form Buu ever was and ever will be. Super Buutenks confirmed it and he only got stronger when he absorbed Gohan. So in essence, Majin Buu is weakest in his Fat Form, Evil Buu Form is slightly stronger, Kid Buu is even stronger and psychotic, Super Buu to all of his subsequent forms are all stronger than those before him.
At least, that's what I like to think. See you in the next Review!
Godzilla327: Glad you like her :) Yes, it will be a badass fight. Hoped you liked this Chapter too for what its worth
Wawv: Super Buu thanks you for your continued support -w-
I just realized: Hmmmm, that may be a possibility. Who knows what can happen when Diana of all people wakes up and finds out her beloved is deceased -w-
That concludes the Review Response time. Just want to briefly mention we've surpassed Thirteen Thousand Views! Thanks alot guys. I couldn't have done it without you and I will continue working hard to keep this story going strong!
And now everyone's transformed! Thanks to Towa's Magic, the Dark Ki has surged up to the surface and brought out the maximum power of each person. Cooler's now in his 5th Form, now more badass because of his dark aura. Seventeen is now Super Seventeen, minus the stupid shirt that couldn't cover his bulging shoulders. And Raditz's dark Super Saiyan form just got a boost as well. Can Lobo handle the new threats at a higher elevation of power? Can the Green Lanterns rally their forces to contain the situation? Will Hal Jordan be freed from his dominance by Towa or forever be her faithful servant?
Find out, in the next update of Buu On You!