It was an average day on Oa, breeze blowing lightly, delegates from various planets and sectors bustling about, giving the occasional Green Lantern a wide berth of space (After all, the Green Lanterns did each have a whole sector to look after- they couldn't all just lounge around on Oa). There was constant sound, whether it be the staccato tapping, shuffling, and pounding of feet, the shrubbery rustling in the wind, or the voices rising above one another. Of course, there were citizens of Oa, too, the planet was big, and used for a whole bundle of purposes ranging from a vacation spot (A very high security vacation spot) to a prestigious schooling area (And to, of course, a very large, willful lantern corps). Data pads were tapped on by citizens, delegates, and lanterns alike, as they were a very universal form of knowledge and entertainment.
Buildings burst from the ground much like skyscrapers in New York, or the Eiffel Tower in Paris, except they were, obviously, ridiculously green. Yes, green was everywhere. Green buildings. Green flooring. Green walls, green ceilings, green everything. when one bought a living area they could, of course, personalize the space any way they liked, whether their color preference be pink, blue, or, Guardians-wish-they-could-forbid, yellow. But, either way, everything started out green on Oa. That was the thing Amber couldn't take her mind off of. Perhaps, there was such a thing as too much green.
That wasn't all that had made an impression on her. Hal Jordan turned out to be surprisingly good company, showing her around, guiding her through the basics. That was about all he could do, as he was fairly new to this himself, but, after fighting a gigantic fear entity and punching said fear entity in the face, (So that's what Parallax was. The embodiment of fear. Whatever the hell that was supposed to mean.) she guessed that he was a tad bit more qualified for his job than the average rookie, including herself. She was majoring in Astrology, not badassery. Oh, well. Kilowog was her mentor, maybe he could help her correct that. (Kilowog. Lord, he was huge. How the hell was she supposed to punch that walking embodiment of badassery, let alone some evil crap like Parallax? How did Hal do this?) The Bolovaxian was nice, rough around the edges, but he was really just a big ol' bucket of affectionate hugs on the inside.
She had her own sector to look after. Not really her own, she guessed, but 2814 already had a protector. Sector 2261, Marek'th's sector, on the other hand, was, sadly, lacking one. She took over. And, well she couldn't complain. She had a whole Green Lantern planet to talk to, after all. Mogo was intriguing! Well, to be honest, name one talking planet that wasn't. He (She? It? Amber'd go with he.) turned out to be good company, too, if a bit cryptic.
Sinestro was...something else. Were all Korugarians so...uptight? With creepy moustaches? If they were, she definitely did not want to go to Korugar. He reminded her of Satan himself. But that was ridiculous, right? That guy, no matter the magnitude of that stick up his ass, couldn't be the devil. Hal and Kilowog and Tomar Re (Walking, talking fish, Hal was right) assured her that he just seemed to dislike anything and everyone the moment he laid those green eyes on them (Of course, green, everything here was green, even this guy's eyes, and was it just her, or did it feel like those things pierced her very soul when he glared down at her?) She didn't think it helped that she'd told him that he looked like a Spock look-a-like, except for, well, that moustache, and his overall redness, and left that as her first impression on him. Yeah, that probably hadn't helped any. But hey, if he was going to be such an ass, she'd be an ass right back. Maybe she'd apologize later...maybe.
She was provided a small (But most certainly not lacking- how had they managed to fit a kitchen in there?) loft space, but, well, she'd lived in much, much worse conditions. (She prefered not to remember) And yes, the first week she lived there, she rigged that control panel in the room to change the walls to light red (God, she was starting to hate green.), and, holy shit, with the touch of a few buttons, she could change the walls to any pattern and/or color she wanted. Virtual stuff was amazing. How come nobody on Earth had thought of this?
All in all, Oa was amazing! The people there were awesome!... well, most of them. Sinestro was still an ass.