I flopped down on my bed with a sigh. I'd been here for about, oh I don't know, 3 weeks. Three incredible long, tortures weeks. I turned over on the bed. The rooms on OA were incredibly weird, they were the size of broom clothes for cadets and had nothing but a bed and dresser in them. Normally I wouldn't be complaining, but when you saw the rooms they gave the 'official' lanterns. It was unfair, trust me.

I rolled over onto my back, as I did pain shot through my legs. Currently, we were doing run till you drop. And the sergeant definition of 'till you drop' is on the floor crying. I usually didn't get to that part, but still, that's where I got the torture out of these weeks from.

I got up from feeling miserable and decided that taking a quick show wasn't the worst thing in the world. I quickly unpowered my ring and got the rest of my, what did Hal call them again, oh civies off. And stepped into the quiet bathroom. I turned on the water and let the hot water pour down me. One thing I didn't miss from my life before this was freezing cold showers. Rebellion bases usually didn't have hot water.

I kept my arms up, trying my best to ignore the scars that littered my body. Gashes and bullet holes from years ago. And worst of all, and trained my vision and thoughts from the steady line of scars lining my left thigh, from my 'training' when I was still a kid.

I stepped out of the shower as quickly as I could, hopefully leaving those thoughts in the shower with the water. I grabbed a towel and quickly dried off. Pressing the towel against my chopped shoulder length black hair. I put a clean pair of clothes on and activated my ring, putting my armor on. As I did, it started glowing. I sighed when I did that it was telling me that I was getting a call. I reluctantly answered it.

"Hey kid, come to the training deck, I want to talk to you." The voice of Hal Jordan was projected from my ring.

I put it close to my mouth to respond. 'Why?" It was simple and snarky, yes. But at this point, I really didn't care, and I wasn't running any more laps. For any reason.

"Because... I'm your superior and I told you so." The fact that he pulled that card wasn't funny but the part that there was questing in his voice made it Hilarious.

"You sure about that, you don't sound very sure." I stood up, I was going to the training deck. I quest wanted to mess with him as much as possible.

"I heard a sigh on the other end, "I didn't want to do this to you kid, but desperate times call for desperate measures. The call went dead, I opened my door to be met with a giant glowing green hand. A very audible groan escaped my mouth. The hand enclosed me, I wasn't really complaining though, less flying I had to do.

I really didn't pay attention to the scenery around me as the green contract took to me to where I'm guessing is the train deck. At this point I wasn't surprised that Hal would do this. He was, how do I put this nicely, a freak show. An extremely entertaining one, but a freak show nonetheless.

When I finally made it it our destination. I landed on the cold metal surface, and looked to were stood Hal and Kilowog. Currently the two only people on this planet I didn't want to punch. Wait, scratch that. After Kilowog training session this morning, I did want to punch him.

"What do you two want?" I put my hands on my hips, attempting to be imitating, which might have been a little hard with the fact I was the shortest person in the room. You have to give me some credit, I was only 14.

Jordan gave a sheepish smile. "Well…"