Idea
So who knows the alien, the myth, the legend that is Larfleeze, otherwise known Agent Orange, the last Orange Lantern, and the sole inheritor of the central power battery battery of avarice? He is an epic son of a gun. He really, truly is.
After escaping slavery, he and a band of other escaped slaves steal a map to the orange lantern battery, in an effort to get the map back, the Guardians chase after Larfleeze and the other theives, and finally manage to catch up with them once the first few people who try to touch Larfleeze get incinerated by the Orange light, so in desperation they make a deal where he, and his last serving compatriot duel for possession of the Orange central battery, and that no Orange lanterns would leave the Vega sector, and the entire sector would be forbidden to any Guardian, Green lantern or their allies.
Of course Larfleeze won. He's also billions of years old, and absolute nuts with it, there is some speculation as to why, some say its the properties of the Orange ring, others blame his advanced age, again, he is millions of years old, and short of the oldest of guardians is one of the oldest mortal characters in D.C. There is also some idea of wether or not it was from his harsh upbringing as a slave.
Agent Orange
Taylor stared at her scarred and pitted forearms, after the locker, she had been left… scarred.
She had divots ranging from the size of a penny to a golf ball of flesh removed from various parts of her body, apparently the bugs in the locker had gone to town, and with all of the nastiness in the locker, the minuscule bites had become infected, and then septic, and the afflicted tissues had been surgically removed, saving her life, but leaving as this patchwork… Thing.
She didn't even want revenge on the trio.
She just wanted to have a normal body again, she wanted to never have to go to Winslow again. She wanted to be able to provide for herself.
She wanted, she wanted, she wanted.
Her wants went on, and on, and on. But in the end she had on way of satisfying them. All she she was at this moment, was a crippled girl, who's father was pulling even further away, and who had no money to their name. She sighed as she went to bed, perhaps things would look better in the morning.
Scene Break
Taylor woke blearily, she cast a glance over to her alarm clock, the red letters declaring that it was 2:30 in the morning.
Then the sound that had woken her in the first place.
A small tap-tapping on the glass of her bedroom window.
She turned her head and then blinked in shock, a gently glowing orange ring was gently bumping against it. It would tap against the window, bounce off and pause for a moment, before trying again.
Taylor blinked again.
Apparently there was a glowing tinker tech ring at her window.
And it wanted in.
…
…
Taylor got up to let the ring in. It wasn't like she had anything to lose, right?
As soon as she opened the window, it zipped in, and made a quick circuit of the room before coming to a halt in front of Taylor, and from within it came a screeching growling voice, a voice that wasn't human in the least.
"Taylor Hebert of Earth, you want it ALL. Welcome to the Orange Lantern Corps."
And then the ring slid itself onto her finger, where it said one final thing.
"You are now the Last of the Orange Lantern Corp. You have one role, you are to TAKE what you want, no matter what it is, and to never stop. This is the command from Larfleeze, the last guardian of the Orange light, to its next."
Then the orange light flared, visible from outside, it pulsed and strobed, slowly rising in intensity until it the light it was projecting could be visible from the Docks.
Scene Break
Taylor woke with a gasp an looked at the softly pulsing ring nestled on her finger like a wedding ring.
Unconsciously she rubbed it with her other hand.
It, it was warm…
But then she noticed something even stranger, and far more fantastic.
Her arms were healed, her body, her whole body was completely healed! And more then that, it was better then before! That small paunch she had been getting at her stomach, gone. The scar on her calf from getting cut on some glass she had fallen on when she was little? Poof!
Taylor couldn't help herself, she started laughing, long, and hard.
It started out low and quiet, but grew into high, manic, cackling that would have sent serious doubts as to her sanity if anyone was listening.
Eventually she calmed down, taking great gasping breaths, and in between, she managed to whisper.
"What are you?"
And to her dying day, she would steadfastly insist that she hadn't screamed shrilly at the top of her lungs when the ring replied.
Scene Break 1 month later Ruby Casino
Lisa looked up from her position at the head of the Undersiders as they were leaving from their job robbing the Ruby dreams casino, and the paled.
There was a gigantic glowing orange orb in the sky accelerating towards the alley in front of them, she blinked, and abruptly it was hovering, silently above the alleyway. Lisa heard a few words of broken Japanese, and the sphere faded away, leaving a female figure of burnt, faintly glowing orange.
Lisa felt her mouth slowly drop open as her power screeched to a sudden halt.
In front of her was a female, orange version of Scion, her entire body varying shades of Orange, including her long hair that seemed to be floating in the wind.
She felt herself swallow at the possibility of it actually being a female Scion, and then slowly turned to Grue and frantically motioned with her hand for them to move.
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Lung stared at the glowing figure in front of him, he took a step forward and then stopped as more then a dozen orange knights in full plate armor flashed into existence, causing Lung to swell almost immediately as his power registered a new, higher threat level. His arms began growing scales, and he breathed out a long gout of flame that washed over the knights and the orange figure.
He took in a deep breath, and then his eyes widened as he realized he was still growing in height right as a trio of Orange swords plunged out of the smoke and into him, the blades pinning him to the sidewalk heated to a cherry red.
There was a blade in each hand, and then one buried in his guts, letting him the small freedom of still being able to thrash and kick his legs.
Lung could feel his heart freeze with fear as the orange female figure stepped out of the smoke and walked up to his prone body. He tried to kick the orange figure, but when his scaled foot impacted onto his foes serene form, it shattered. Flesh, bone, tendons all splintering from the force Lung exerted against the Orange figure.
Lung suppressed the whimper that threatened to force its way from out between his teeth.
If this was to be the day he finally fell, the dragon of Kyushu would meet by staring it in the eyes, and spitting in its face.
The orange figure saddled Lung's chest, her long wrapping around the irate asian dragon as she placed one hand on his forehead. Lung's eyes crossed as he followed her movements, he noticed something odd, on her right hand, there was a strange orange ring with an even stranger symbol on it as it came to rest on his forehead.
Then, the orange figure spoke with a voice like like thunder, and a tone like screaming electronics.
"Intergration of Parahuman Lung into Orange Lantern Corp started. 10% and climbing."
Scene Break
Armsmaster jumped off his motorcycle, halberd in hand, and landed, just in time to see Lung dissolve as the orange figure resting on top of him rise, an electronic voice speaking loudly enough that Armsmaster could feel it in his bones.
"Intergration of Parahuman Lung into the Orange Lantern Corp, complete."
Armsmaster brought his halberd to bare, and spoke, his voice gruff, hiding his nervousnesses as best he could as a single, solitary drop of sweat rand down the back of his neck.
"Unknown parahuman, state you name and then surrender!"
In eery, almost terrifying synch, the orange woman and her knights turned as one to regard Armsmaster as the same voice of thunder and electronics spoke again.
"I am Agent Orange, and you Armsmaster, have something I Need."
End
Yes, you might say that Lung got smashed a little too easily, but my thought process is thus, Larfleeze is one of the single most powerful characters in the D.C. universe that hasn't attained godhood, while Lung, who admittedly is a powerful enemy, a hugely powerful one once he gets ramped up to a sufficient degree. But Larfleeze doesn't need that, and would be able to absorb Parahuman's with his ring and hopefully be able to hijack and use them with their powers.
Power ratings
Blaster 6: Larfleeze never uses any amazingly powerful blasts, but routinely takes down walls, with normal energy blasts, and takes down buildings with higher strength blasts. His blaster rating would be higher, but Larfleeze uses constructs that replicate living beings rather then mechanical things, if he used more green lantern style blasters and boxing gloves the blaster rating would be higher.
Shaker 8: Shields, also, not totally sure wether or not Taylor/Larfleeze's master puppets would qualify as a Shaker ability as well as a master ability.
Master 9: Since Larfleeze, and now by extension Taylor can absorb parahumans, and in my own personal idea at least would be able to use their abilities, the master ranking would only go up, right now, as of this chapter has Lung as well as whatever constructs Larfleeze had in his ring.
Brute 6: Shields strong enough to go through the vacuums of space, and to endure hits from endbringers, but no enhanced strength.
Striker 5: Can materialize blades with a monomolecular edge.
(?)Thinker(?): Possible thinker rating, I don't know if it qualifies, but there is evidence show of Larfleeze knowing what his constructs know.
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