Just one thing: considering that the DCAU Thanagarians worshipped Icthultu, even if they are atheists, they might exclaim "Sweet Ichultu" or use any of the names of the Old Ones (for example, instead of "Who in Beska's name", they might say "Who In Dzéwà's name?" rather than the Seven Religions ("Seven Hells! Seven Devils!") they worshipped in DC New Earth Canon
First Lieutenant Commander Shayera Hol pressed her back against the nearest tree. The heart racing in her chest as she hears the drone passing over her. The blood pumping from the tips of her wings to her toes as she hears it turn the other direction from her hiding place.
Even with the cloaking device on her blue armor, the Gordanian drones could still register heat signatures.
Only when she made sure the drone wasn't in the vicinity, did she move from her hiding spot. Keeping herself sparse as she crept to the next tree. Just outside the vicinity of the outpost they hoped to take back.
This intelligence mission was simple: determine the security and vulnerabilities of the outpost the Gordanians took from them weeks ago. Then she could report back to her CO so he could plan and coordinate how to take it back. However, even the seemingly simple missions can go wrong just by one mistake alone.
"How does the north look?" she spoke over her radio. "The east side has drone coverage over here."
"Has the same vulnerability as the west," called Private Ved. "Elae is checking over the south corner right now. Over."
"The status of Sergeant Hektor?" she asked, pertaining to their cartographer. Hol Hektor was the eldest son of two Commanders: Katar Hol and his wife Shayera Thal, who were good friends of her boyfriend. Kalmoran forbid she let anything happen to him.
"Still in view, ma'am." There's a pause. "Says he's nearly done."
If Sergeant Hektor was nearly done with the map of the outpost, then they were sooner able to return back to Base. For her, sooner able to depart with Hro to Aloria for their four day leave. It was the only recent time window they could find for this excursion, and the next one was five months from now.
However, when one's planet has been at war for centuries, one still has to be on call while on a leisurely trip. In case it's serious to the point where they are needed.
"Lieutenant," Elae's voice crackled, "I don't know if you and the others had gotten enough, but we need to –"
Her transmission was cut off from the sound of the plasma blasters and Shayera could have sworn she heard a mine go off.
Cha'nas!
Shayera doesn't even risk flying. The blood pumping in her ears as she runs to her starting point. Hoping over any visible bump in the ground to avoid a mine going off.
She meets the rest of her or what is left of group at a gulley. She swore something snapped in her arm as she collided with the soil. There was that lump in her throat at the absence of Private Kovrud Ved's absence, and she didn't want to think that it was his blood and brains that was splattered on Elae Brek.
"Did you contact our transport?" Shayera inquired breathlessly. Noticing her the gash in their cartographer's leg.
"Yes, Lieutenant?" whispered one of her intelligence officers.
"Alright." She looks at Hektor. "I need to make a tourniquet while we wait."
"It's not bad, Lieutenant Hol," he insisted, the brown eyes glaring at her. "I've had worse."
"Not when you're losing a lot of blood." She takes out the tourniquet device and ignores his protests as she clasps it around the affected limb. Ignoring her throbbing arm in her process. She was going to get that checked when they get in their transport.
She's done when she hears the footfalls a few yards away.
"Should we look further? If we find and get the lot of them, we're better off."
"And risk one of them calling for their winged reinforcements? We're better off if we don't go after them."
If this batch of Gordanians weren't keen enough to go after them, Shayera knew that her heart will only beat steadily when their transport got here.
"Fair afternoon, Commander Talak," Shr'i Bricet – the secretary for the Administrators' of Protection – acknowledges as he approaches her desk. "What could I do for you?"
"Is Administrator Thal Porvis in?" he asks formally. "If not, I could come back another time."
Truth was, Hro Talak felt he didn't have time. Not with his grandfather trying to meddle with his future right before he was supposed to travel to Aloria with his darling. He himself was going to make this visit after his leave, but his grandfather forced his hand to do this now. Additionally, he always got the desired results if he didn't push too hard. Some people get what they want by being pushy all the time, but not Hro. Some things you have to feign patience for.
Shr'i Bricet presses a button and says, "Commander Talak is here, S'ri Porvis. Would you like to see him now? He says he can wait if you aren't available."
"No, send him in," he could hear Administrator Thal Porvis call from the other end. Hro smiled to himself. Even if Porvis wouldn't push him away, it was still best to at least feign patience.
"You may go ahead, Commander." Shr'i Bricet gestures to the direction of Porvis' office.
"Thank you," he acknowledges with a nod before walking down the curved corridor towards Thal Porvis' office. Though each time he did, he could feel his palms sweat and heart race. There was a reason why this visit with him would be more nerve wracking than meeting with Admiral Pom to coordinate battles with other Commanders. The doors sliding open before he could have a chance to knock.
"Ah, Commander Talak, what brings you here?" the old man asks jovially, turning off his screen as if he was talking to someone earlier. Probably Andar Pul, as the two men were as tight as brothers.
"One, you don't have to be formal with me in private since I am nesting with your ward," he answers. "Speaking of the ward in question, there's something I need to ask."
Katar had told him how nerve wracking it was to approach Thal Porvis on inquiring about creating a Promise contract when Katar wanted Thal's daughter's to be his Promised One. "I could hardly get the words out of my mouth," his friend had told him.
How could have Hro knew that he too would too be approaching Thal Porvis on a Promising Contact, this time involving his ward. The administrator attained guardianship of Shayera Hol a few years into her time at the Academy. Her parents having died in battle two years before she went to the Academy. Or adoptive parents were more accurate due to the digging he did due to the coincidences involved. Especially since his beloved shared the same first name as the woman who was both Thal's daughter and Katar's wife aside from the physical resemblance. Though the younger Shayera's hair was a fiery red compared to the elder's darker shade.
(Not that he told Shay that. It wouldn't do her any favors by bringing back an old scandal in everyone else's minds).
Apparently, the administrator beat him to it.
"Ah, I was wondering when someone was going to approach me on creating a contract," Thal said, moving around his desk in his hover chair. "The dear girl has held off on being Promised to for far too long."
"Shayera is only seventy-eight, Thal," Hro pointed out. "That is still quite young."
"Oh, how High Lord Lelkae would bemoan the reason of your visit," Thal sighed. "I heard from dear Andar that Lord Lelkae might create a contract with Javat Pom to Promise you with Corla Javat if all goes well in tonight's dinner."
Hro frowned, the words souring his mood. Oh, how he should have known. This morning, he learned that his grandfather invited the Admiral's family to their ancestral family spire for dinner tonight. A dinner which proceeds a ancient form of Promising if the two parties are grown. It did not help that he'd used to nest with Corla. Their relationship ending two years before he his current – and hopefully permanent – one with Shay.
Smart, brave, and beautiful Corla. They both agreed that they were better off as friends than lovers. Though it seemed that his grandfather wanted to rekindle any sparks. He was disappointed that he was nesting with a soldier bred from the Downside after ending a relationship with one that was Upside-bred.
What Hro knew, Corporal Fel Andar had invited Corla to breakfast for the past couple times. He didn't want to interfere in their budding relationship. He wouldn't doubt that Corporal Andar would want to kill him personally if he knew of this.
"A big reason why I am here," Hro clarified. "I want to arrange a Promise contract before my grandfather can finalize the one with Javat Pom. As you know, I was thinking of asking you after Shay's and my scheduled leave for Aloria."
"Your words would further Xemer's disappointment, Hro," Thal sighed. "He prides on what he believes is best for his family. He said that everything went well between your sister and Tros Sornok."
"Yes, what he believes is best," Hro confirmed. "Even if it might not be best for the parties involved. Just because it worked well with Nefeti, doesn't mean that it will be the same for me. Also, I'm not the only man who'd rather have their own say on who'd they want to be bound with for the rest of my life."
Thal smiled. "I can assure you that you are not, and I couldn't think of a better man than you to be Promised to darling Shay."
"And I can't think of a better woman than her to be Bound with for life," he asked. "Shayera and I have worked together for years. I wouldn't understand if it never culminated to a Uniting Ceremony."
"I believe I can fetch a marriage contract as soon as possible," Thal said. "I should be able to forward it to you to sign before dinner time."
"Excellent," Hro beamed, feeling that victory course through his veins. Indeed, his grandfather would not be pleased. Though it might be worth it in the end.
He bid Administrator Porvis a good day before returning to the military complex. Upon returning to his office, did he see the white light indicating a waiting transmission. Oh, Sweet Icthulhu. Last night, Shay went out for a recon mission to see how they could take back a outpost that had been seized by the Gordanians. He hates to think how long she was waiting for him to respond back.
Maybe he should have waited to visit Thal Porvis about a Promise contract but knowing his grandfather….
Hro presses the button to accept the transmission. Tapping his fingers impatiently on his desk as the seconds passed before First Lieutenant Corporal Jarl Kragger's face showed up on the monitor. Cha'nas. He had a feeling that Shayera had to report back to him if she couldn't afford to wait for him.
"Did Lieutenant Hol report back to you?" he asked immediately. "There was some business I had to attend to."
"Indeed, she did when she heard you were out," was his answer. "Lieutenant Hol and the remainder of her group will be returning to Thalandar in eighteen giks time. The information she forwarded should be in your inbox by now."
"And the casualty count?" he asked, in regards to the phrase remainder of her group. Casualties can occur even when there isn't a battalion.
"Only one, Commander," was Kragger's answer. "Sergeant Hol Hektor did receive a critical injury, but right now he's in stable condition."
One. They have lost more in battles past and present but at this point, one Thanagarian death was still one too many. War can't be avoided, but this one has gone on for far too long. He'd do anything for their conflict with the Gordanians' to end.
Oh, if he had a button that could destroy every Gordanian soldier and slaver, he'd press it in a heartbeat. By Kalmoran's wrath, Karna as a whole needed to be razed until there was nothing left.
"Thank you. Talak out." Hro presses the button to end the correspondence before turning to his monitor. Not hesitating to access Shay's post-mission report. Right there in the brief summary was it stated how one of her intelligence officers died. There were lots of gruesome ways for a soldier to go, and being blown up was one of them.
Then he reads the bulk of the report, which included the map crafted by Sergeant Hektor. North and South end vulnerable due to lack of drone coverage, were Shayera's notes. Could change after we leave.
Well, they were going to luck it out then. He forwarded the report to Corporal Syril Karn so he could coordinate a recovery mission. When that was done, did he saw that the Promise contract was forwarded to him.
Thal had already signed the field of parent/guardian, and Hro did not hesitate to sign the initiating party field. Smiling even wider when he sent the signed form to the Kur'iol Province Council.
Oh, will the old man receive a nasty surprise should he even attempt to sign a contract with Javat Pom regarding a Promise to Corla Javat.
"An ulna fracture," said the medic treating her arm. "Not among the worst you had, Lieutenant."
"At least one of my wings isn't hanging from the socket," she retorts.
"Still have that bite with your tongue," the medic noted with amusement. "Okay, you are all set, Lieutenant."
"Thanks," she says before moving on to check on her fellow intelligence officers. Elae Brek was no longer covered in Ved's brains and body parts. Shayera noticed that the Private had taken off her gauntlets and was chewing her nails.
"I…I tried to warn him, but…"
Elae Brek said that as they left their location and seems to keep saying it as some sort of mantra. Shayera didn't see it, but she had seen it happen to other soldiers before him that it was hard not to visualize Private Ved's body become nothing but brains, guts, feathers, and muscle.
"He died for a good cause," Shayera tells her subordinate. "To help make sure we can take back what is ours."
Internally, She could feel as if her heart weighing down on her. Blinking to hide any evidence of tears. One gets used to it, she hears. Used to seeing your friends and your fellow soldiers die. Even if she did get used to it, she didn't have to like it. She didn't like having to think about one's essence becoming one with the air and wind.
However, she had to mask her grief. With her rank, she couldn't afford this vulnerability. And being seen as weak on Thanagar is the last thing that anyone wants. Soldier or not.
The Lieutenant turned away from Private Brek to see how Sergeant Hektor was doing. The medics in their transport went to work right away. Sealing up the wound and giving him a blood transfusion to replace the blood he lost.
"Still think it was nothing?" she had told him, eyeing the bandage casing on his injured wing. "For nothing, the medics were in a hurry to get that fixed."
"It's not like I had worse." Private Hektor rolls his eyes in annoyance. "My leg getting busted up is nothing like almost losing one of my wings. By Polaris, my right wing still twinges when I think about it."
Shayera had allowed herself to curl her lips in a small smile. He was like her in terms of the wit he used in his words. Something he must have gotten from his mother Commander Shayera Thal.
No, their mother.
Shayera wouldn't have known had she not stumble upon a record of a inquiry regarding alleged misconduct by the then Admiral Andar Pul – now one of the Administrators of Protection – during a audit to see if confidential information had the necessary redactions. Using her credentials to unredact the information before reapplying the redactions she saw that the Senior Cadet in question was a Shayera Thal. That she had gotten pregnant, and she had to be sequestered a year before giving birth.
Naturally, being from the Downside, the Lieutenant decided to do some digging to see what happened. Illegitimate children were almost always cast to the Downside as they were a stain on their families' bloodline. She had expected to find a deceased label, as Thanagarians from the Downside made up most of the wartime casualties, only to be surprised that the child in question was herself. Her adopted parents must have liked her birth surname to the point of keeping it for her first name while her adopted father gave his first name for her last.
The lieutenant had decided to sit on that information. As much as she wanted to leak it, it would risk her life and her job. Not only that but it would destroy any dignity that Commander Thal had. She never even told Hro, and it wasn't because she distrusted him.
She wondered if Commander Thal thought about her. For that one day after she returned with her husband after spending sixteen years on Earth, the elder Shayera gazed at her for a few seconds as if they crossed at some point. Her husband as well, strangely. But nothing more came from that.
By the time they reached Thanagarian airspace, did Shayera feel any sense of relief. As she always did when one returns home after a battle or mission. To see the familiar skylines of the floating cities.
Back in the base, it didn't take long for Shayera and the intelligence officers under her to be debriefed. It wasn't any different than the information she forwarded to Kragger since Hro didn't answer.
By the time Shayera was done with her debriefing, she wasn't surprised to find Hro outside waiting for her.
"How's your arm?" he asked.
"Still throbbing, but it could be worse." Shayera smirked as she gazed at her commanding officer and boyfriend. "I could still be in a critical care med bay getting my wings reattached to my back."
"Oh, one of the things I love about you, Shay." He bends down to kiss her. It lasted a few seconds, but she had learned to steal these small moments with him, for she never knew when this was going to be the last time for them.
"We don't have the night shift," Shayera said as they walked the hallways. Touching his arm as was slung over her shoulder. "We will have extra time to pack to leave for Aloria tomorrow."
Hro hesitates. Shayera knew him well enough that it probably wasn't good. "Unfortunately, we might not be able to begin packing after we sign off. My grandfather invited Admiral Pom and Corla to the spire for dinner."
Shayera feels her heart sink. When a still living male head of house arranges a dinner like this, it's because they are interested in creating a Promise contract with the other's father. Though they have to see that all goes well before finalizing a contract.
Hro was well due to be Promised, and he forfeited a Promise contract with her biological mother years ago. She was a fool to believe that his grandfather will allow him to ask Thal Porvis to be Promised with her. A soldier bought in the Downside in the first seven years of her life over a soldier raised in Thanaldar's Upside like Corla Javat.
"Oh," was all Shayera could vocalize. Trying to suppress her disappointment. "I hope it goes well. I mean, who wouldn't want to be Promised to Corla?"
After all, Corla was a friend to them both. Corla even was in a relationship with Hro a few years back. Though she could see the way Corla looked at Hro when he wasn't looking, even if Corla had accepted Corporal Fel Andar's invitation to breakfast twice. As if she wanted to be more than his friend again. And if Shay didn't know any better, she be sleeping with one eye open and being careful what she drank.
"Shayera, nothing is going to change between us. It's not like I couldn't refuse either. He's not just my grandfather, Shay."
Xemer Lelkae held a seat in the High Council. And if one of the Elders wants you to do something, you do it. No questions asked.
Eventually, the two parted ways: Shayera opting to go see the remainder of the espionage class (where Corla was filling in for her, of course); Hro having to return to go over after-action reports to compile his master report.
"I'll see you tonight, Shay", he promised.
But will things change, she thinks to herself as she watches his retreating figure before making her way to the espionage wing. She had wanted to believe Hro that nothing would change after tonight. But she couldn't help that feeling of doubt seeding in her stomach.
Which she had tried to shake off as she traveled to the observation bay overlooking her training room. Shayera bends down to allow the security sensors to scan her eyes before she's given access. Both Corporal Nurdan Sove and Corla turning towards her direction as she walks into the room.
"Right on the marker, Lieutenant." Nurdan turns back to the monitors. "The Senior Cadets complete in five minutes."
"How are they doing so far?" Shayera asks as she stands over their shoulders. On the monitor that Corla was watching. Shaking her head as she watched Shrev Vroq'un moved his position without checking first for the drones. Of course, the drone sees him and shoots out a laser at him. The trainee yelping when the skin of his arm gets singed. "I see that Cadet Vroq'un is letting his confidence get the best of him again."
"He's not the only one to let the drones find him," Corla answers, "but Cadet Zam had it worse." She gestures to the screen featuring the cadet who seemed to have taken the hit from the lasers. "Do you want to be the one to see them out for the end of their lessons? I was only filling in."
"Sure, go ahead," Shayera answered. "After you, you have a dinner to get ready for."
Rather than the happiness she would expect to see, Corla's wings droop and she bites her lip. "Thanks," she returns before vacating her seat. Nurdan looking after her when she leaves the room.
"What is that about?" he asked as Shayera goes to her place.
"I'm not going to answer that question, and ask again, it will be a one-way ticket to med bay," she threatened as she bent over the monitor to see the last minutes of the session play out.
Fortunately, Nurdan kept quiet. She wasn't in the mood to discuss her conversation with Hro.
When the minutes were up, Shayera pressed the button to indicate to the students that the session was over. She and Nurdan swooped from the doorway to descend to the assembled cadets. She took note how most of them paled at the sight of her.
They probably didn't expect to see her until after she got back to Thanagar at the latest.
"Now, Cadet Vroq'un," she barked. "Can you tell me what you did wrong?"
The young cadet swallowed hard as his peers chuckled. "I…I didn't scan my surroundings before moving forward." The boy nearest him smacks his arm, earning a fierce glare from him.
It was humiliating. Having to be the one to tell your peers and friends how you failed an exercise knowing that you would be mocked for it. Shayera herself remembered her own face turning red when the espionage instructor before her would admonish her for her mistakes. She hated it, but it pushed her to do better.
That was the purpose, though. For humiliation was the best motivator doing better.
"You were rather fortunate that this was a exercise, nir'satk," Nurdan pointed out. "The consequences would be far worse if it were a actual Gordanian who caught you instead of a mere drone."
His words were punctuated by the claxon announcing the arrival of dinner. The cadets bar Shrev all babbling and pratting away merrily as they filtered out of the room. When Corporal Sove flies off, Shayera puts her hand on his shoulder and says, "Hey, you do good. It's just that you let your confidence get the best of you sometimes. Even if you feel confident, you always need scan the territory around you."
His eyes no longer had the shame from moments before. As if he needed that. Everyone needs to have some positive reinforcement from time to time. "Yeah, it's something I need to work on," he admits. "My combat instructor tells me the same thing."
"Then it is something you need to work on," she tells him. "It might be best to channel that confidence in catching your enemy when they are unaware."
"Thanks, Lieutenant Hol," he said before leaving to return to the Academy with his peers for dinner.
I'm going to need a drink, she thinks to herself.
"I do apologize to inconvenience you, Corporal, however, the Admiral and I have another man in mind for our daughter. Come back in the off chance everything does not go well between Corla and Commander Talak."
Those were the words that Province Councilor Javat Pom had said to Corporal Fel Andar this morning. Words that were an significant source of Fel's foul mood that reigned throughout the day, and it had to take considerable restraint to stop him from punching his fist into his monitor.
Of course, he wouldn't be the first option. No Thanagarian worth their salt would ever want their daughter to be Promised and then Bound to a half-breed like him. It wasn't like Corla hadn't bared that beautiful face of hers and had slept in his bed.
Yet what added insult to injury was that her parents were interested in Promising her to her former lover. One who tossed her aside in favor of the Downside garbage that is Lieutenant Shayera Hol. Oh, if he weren't at that dinner, he wouldn't hesitate bashing his head in….
The blood was still drumming in his veins as he left his sector. Usually, he ignored the crinkled noses and curled lips of disgust. However, today he couldn't help but glare at the soldiers who were regarding him like a piece of fruit they tossed in the garbage.
He was just as good as the rest of them, and by Polaris, he wanted to prove it to them.
When he entered the lift, not even the sight of his friend Jarl Kragger abate his anger. Perhaps it was the presence of his half brother that was contributing to it. Nal Darian never had a trouble in his life.
"I could say fair evening, except for you it seems to be the opposite," Jarl mused, his dark eyes turning from the tablet he was reading. "I'd be surprised if the source of your foul mood can't walk for a week."
"What's the matter, Fel?" Nal asked.
Fel scoffs. "I approached Pom for the possibility of a Promise contract between me and his daughter. Literally told me that he had another candidate to Promise Corla Javat to. To come back later in the off chance nothing went well. By Polaris, he didn't hesitate to tell me he was planning to Promise her to Commander Talak."
"And this must have been the fifth time you were rejected for an Promise?" Nal raised his eyebrow. "I hate to tell you, but Province Councilor Javat Pom would want his daughter to marry someone with a parentage like Talak. It wouldn't matter that Andar Nal is your father."
"Jam it, Nal," Fel snarled. Even if his half-brother wasn't wrong, he didn't appreciate Nal shoving his parentage in his face like that.
"Personally, I feel it has more to do with High Councilor Lelkae desiring to remove his grandson from an undesirable relationship." Jarl snorted. "Believe me, I believe Hro Talak is stubborn enough to ensure that he will become Promised with his current partner."
"Doesn't mean that I still don't have the temptation to bash in his face," Fel confided. "It doesn't help that Corla still pines over him after he tossed her aside for Downside garbage."
"Even if she is what you call Downside garbage, Lieutenant Hol is one of the best and formidable officers in this armada," Nal dictated sharply. "You are fortunate that you did not say that in front of Commander Talak himself or any of her friends for that matter."
The lift door opens and Nal files before them.
"While it is important to blow off your steam, it is not always prudent to go through with what you say out of anger," Jarl advised.
"Of course, you'd say that," Fel conceded. You are infatuated for an man you can't have, Fel continues mentally. "No offense, but today is one of those days where restraining myself is not going to help."
"Perhaps it would be best if you'd get an drink," Jarl suggested.
"Oh, I'd take one," he said. In the off-chance Talak were to show up, he'd gladly bury his fist into his face.
Getting lost while trying to locate a distress beacon," Hal Jordan had muttered to himself. "You know better than this, Hal."
Not long ago, the Green Lantern Corps had received a distress transmission. And being the closest one to the signal, Hal had felt obligated to respond to it. However, even when trying to locate the signal with his ring had shown nothing.
He wasn't getting a good feeling about this. Didn't Sinestro's whole MO involve luring unsuspected Green Lanterns with false distress signals….
No, no. He was being paranoid. All he had to do was recourse, right? Retrace his path and then…
"You can't do anything right, Hal."
For a moment, the words of his father prompted Hal to distract himself from his surroundings. That when he refocused his bearings, did he see a giant, gray ship floating not too far from him. Accompanied by smaller, yellow winged ships. The wings like that of a bird.
There was another similar fleet coming from the opposite direction yards away from the first one.
Hal swallowed. Clenching his fists as he tried to float away.
"Just turn around and recourse," he tells himself. "They are not going to see you at this point. Turn around and recourse."
However, the ship leading the fleet closest to Hal, did see him.
"Commander Corsar, you might want to look at this," called one of the bridge techs.
Commander Porvis Corsar swoops from the rampway on the bridge. Landing in one of the control bays. His nose crinkled in disgust when he saw the subject on the monitor. Why a Green Lantern. What was this insect's intentions anyway?
Was this some ploy by the Guardians to spy on them? As if they hadn't had a Green Lantern lapdog in the Downside as it is. Making things difficult for the Wingmen Corps down there.
"What do you want us to do Commander?" was the question.
He could order him to be killed on the spot, but what use would it be? It would be more prudent to incapacitate him instead. Then use a Asbsorbacron to harvest any information on what planet he was from to give to the keepers of information at the espionage wing for future use.
"Order the occupant of the nearest jet to incapacitate him," he ordered. "Then bring him on here."
As Hal tried to fly away unnoticed, he was oblivious to the jet that was nearest him lowering its bridge. Only feeling a jab of a needle in his neck moments later.
What the –
Though in the time it takes him to get the needle out, did he lose consciousness.
In her HGGL Post-Destroyer fic Alien and it's rewrite, ShiyaHawk had it where the Thanagarians were responsible for the capture and death of Hal Jordan. Given that we only saw a statue of him and only saw him that one moment in JLU when he replaced John Stewart for a time due to Chronos' meddling with time and space. So, I decided to borrow it and expand a little on it.
As for the profanity, Cha'nas is from Bill1A's Thanagarian centric o/s's from the early 2000s, while nir'satk is used by ShiyaHawk's fics (Cause and Effect primarily).