Into a room elsewhere in the citadel, the "featherweights division" of the Corps assembles. They all levitate, and parts of them glow with lime-colored light. Physically, they're among the most compact members of the Corps. They're not without use, though. Otherwise, their respective power rings surely would not have chosen them to succeed their respective predecessors.
One looks like a wobbegong; i.e. a bottom-dwelling carpet shark (most carpet sharks, on Earth, are bottom-dwelling...although the whale shark, as many know, is relatively pelagic) with some of the most colorful camouflage in zoology. This Lime Lantern, it turns out, can morph into a levitating Omani Arab-esque rug...and become a mount, to that end. As the rug, he can also size-shift...and hence accommodate for more riders. Back on his home world, there are specimens who can virtually become mobile cities this way...and have.
Another has many traits of a werecat. He is, in fact, a new god, from Dark Genesis, who can change into a cat. He's from the Northwest Quadrant of Dark Genesis; the more-landed and less-populated quadrant of the planet. As a cat, he'd rather protect mice than eat them; for this reason, many of the few new gods who live in Northwest Dark Genesis despise him.
Another looks like a vicuña; i.e. a wild dwarven alpaca. He's been sheared recently; he often does so right before a mission. This is never in vain; the Corps has made use out of his wool clippings. He's also an ideal Lime Lantern for alpine warfare; he has more experience with high-altitude breathing than most other aliens he's met. Although naturally, most other members of his race are comparably capable.
Another has many characteristics of a vamp. He is also a Man-Bat; a monster with a Jekyll-and-Hyde complex that some Gotham scientist named Kirk Langstrom once invented. Since the invention of the Man-Bat serum, the serum has been proliferated in a pocket world called the Red; that must've been how this alien vamp got his hands on it...or was otherwise inoculated with it. This Lime Lantern hails from a sertão planet; sertão, in Earth's Brazilian States, is a small desert forest region in Brazil's Northeast.
Another looks like a dwarven tapir; i.e. an ungulate from Earth's South American jungles with a small, flexible nose. This Lime Lantern can change his entire body into organic palladium, if need be... He can enlarge himself, too...although he can't get too big. Otherwise, he'd be one of the Corps's heavy-hitters, for sure.
Another looks like a swiftlet; i.e. a small, fast-flying, cave-dwelling bird that's akin to hummingbirds. This Lime Lantern can improvise his own saliva into a variety of useful chemicals; including an adhesive. He's even been known to turn it into a hot bowl of chicken noodle soup. (And there's often a heap, where that comes from.) For that reason, he's often deployed to missions where there are medical bivouacs.
Another looks like a storm-petrel; i.e. a small seabird that's known to hover over wherever it feeds. This Lime Lantern can levitate; to that regard, he's been known to act as an ambulance to some of his wounded teammates. Hence, he also has superhuman strength and stamina.
Another looks like a sole; i.e. a sort of flatfish that lies on its left side...and is, hence, presumably left-brained. That's convenient; this Lime Lantern seems to have this in common with most of the crowd here.
Another bears many traits of a skinwalker; i.e. a Navajo witch who can change into a black-furred mammal. This particular one can change into a black cacomistle; i.e. a small cat-like creature with a long, furry, ringed tail. While this Lime Lantern's human half might not be an actual Navajo, her race is, in fact, akin to Earth's Navajos. Their country on their home planet, too, is akin to somewhere an actual Navajo would call home.
Another bears many traits of a simurgh; i.e. a powerful and benevolent bird from Persian myth. This particular specimen is an alien and has the front end of an aardwolf (i.e. a striped burrowing hyena) and the rear half of a very colorful Himalayan pheasant; comparable to, but smaller than, a peacock. As one could probably imagine, though, he's too small to be a mount.
Another looks like a shortnose gar; i.e. a small slender fish with a long rostrum. He has a pair of human arms and hands; they're both much stronger than those of an actual human's. He's gifted in camouflage; he can become invisible, as well as phase through walls.
Another bears many traits of a shadowfellow. He often takes the shape of a hovering shadowy orb...inside which lime-green lightning often flashes. He might or might not be a creature from the Shadowlands; a pocket world which is the home of the Great Darkness; a refuge for much shadow within the multiverse.
Another looks like a sandpiper; i.e. a small seabird and shorebird with proportionately long legs and a long bill. Back on his home world, this Lime Lantern enjoys playing in the rising and falling waves of the beaches... Alas, he only gets so many chances to do that while doing jobs with the Corps.
Another bears many similarities to a valkyrie; i.e. a female being who, in Norse myth, would ferry the souls of fallen Norsefolk (especially warriors) to the afterlife. Hence, this Lime Lantern has a connection to the Dying/Black/Rot, a pocket world where the strong die and the weak are alive.
Another looks like a dwarven pilot whale; i.e. a long black porpoise. In addition to a tail, he also has a human's legs; hence, he looks like a huge tadpole...when the tadpole, that is to say, starts morphing into a frog. The Lime Lantern Corps need not worry, though; this Lime Lantern is nowhere near morphing into a frog...or morphing, period.
Another has many traits of an oûros; an alpine god in Greek myth. He has angel-like wings...and can fly via them. He can also turn his entire body into organic stone. He can also manifest olives and grapes; this way, he keeps his teammates fed during prolonged deployments.
Another looks like an otter-shrew; a small carnivorous semi-aquatic mammal of Africa. This Lime Lantern can swim like one, too; and hence, in that regard, swims like a croc. Hence, many on Earth would think that he and the Earth antihero Killer Croc should have a swimming contest sometime...
Another looks (and also has been known to sound) like a night-heron. On Earth, night-herons are known for their signature bird call, which sounds a lot like a barking crow.
Another looks like a nightjar chick. A nightjar is a nocturnal bird with long wings, a sweet tooth for bugs, and some of the best camouflage tactics in zoology. They also almost never walk; this Lime Lantern doesn't either.
Another is a thanagarian nobleboy. Like most thanagarians, he's winged. His wings are brown, and radiate from his upper back, allowing him winged flight. Small narrow strips of white cloth hang from parts of him; he also has a few death-themed tattoos to show for. Back on Thanagar, his relatives are nobles.
Another looks like a molly; i.e. a kind of bait fish that's often kept in aquaria on Earth. On Earth, many mollies can live in slightly toxic waters. This Lime Lantern, it turns out, can too.
Another is a cyborg that looks like a mule. The entire right half of his body is made up of prosthesis; and they'd be cybernetic. He also wears harnesses; conjured by his ring's energy, of course. From them, a lot of gear hangs; it seems he needs more than the cybernetics of his prosthesis just to be technologically prepared for his job... But then, it might help if his teammates didn't keep exploiting him as the beast of burden that he looks like to many of them...including Ystin...
Another looks like a mudpuppy; i.e. a salamander larva that never morphs into an adult. As one might recall, salamanders are amphibians, just like toads. Hence, when they're juveniles, they go through a larval stage. Mudpuppies do, too; alas, whereas others of their species later morph into adult salamanders, mudpuppies never do. They retain their fins and their gills well into what Ricky Van Shelton and Dolly Parton would call their "rocking years;" or rather, that'd be more likely to happen if only the herons and snipes they shared their habitats with didn't prefer them as a snack. At least this Lime Lantern, though, seems to have an easy time surviving out of water...but then, his ring's energy is probably doing more to help him with that.
Another looks like a klipspringer; i.e. a dwarven antelope of Earth's African highlands that has a sure hoof for canyoneering. This Lime Lantern, too, is a canyoneer; and his conjured attire, as a Lime Lantern, proves it...by displaying many climbing medals pinned to his right side.
Another is like a hidebehind...and, as one might expect, only doesn't also look like one because of how notoriously sight-shy hidebehinds can be. Hence, he's the reason why roll calls aren't customary in this citadel; nobody can ever tell that he's present, and he's also not the kind of person who'd say anything if his name was called. It's been somehow confirmed, though, that he's a shadowfellow of sorts, and is hence made of shadow. One should never expect him to pose nude for art, though; not only will he never pose nude, but he won't pose, period.
Another looks like a guillemot; i.e. cliff-dwelling seabirds that look like penguins and lay very colorful eggs. This Lime Lantern, though, can't lay eggs; he's male. The white in his plumage once turned lime-green when he became a Lime Lantern.
Another looks like a griffin; i.e. a mythological creature with the head and wings of a raptor and the back, rear, and rear legs of a cat. Like the simurgh in this crowd, this particular griffin is much smaller than one would think. Like the simurgh, he, too, is too small to be a mount.
Another looks like a grebe; i.e. a sort of waterfowl that is known for its impressive courtship displays, and their tendency to lay eggs on small floating islands (made of plants). On Earth, some grebes are flightless; this Lime Lantern, it turns out, is too.
Another looks like a gourami. If one has ever heard of a betta, which is a kind of fish whose males, if they ever contact one another, fight one another until one dies...then they know what a gourami is without realizing it...because a betta fish is a kind of gourami. This Lime Lantern, thankfully, comes from a universe sector inhabited by multiple races. The Lime Lantern Corps has made it their policy to only have one male gouramifellow on their staff at a time...if at all.
Another looks like a garden eel; i.e. a fish from Earth's seas that looks like a seaweed and hides in a hole that it never leaves each time a threat gets too close. Anyone who's seen the movie the Little Mermaid knows what they are without maybe knowing it; they're what the Sea Witch turned all of her clients into each time they couldn't pay. (They all got changed back, though, after the Sea Witch was killed in the climax.)
Another looks like (and sleeps like, much of the time) a dormouse. He often wears shaded goggles in overly-lit environments. His conjured attire, as a Lime Lantern, is akin to the costume of Dr. Mid-Nite, a hero of Earth. This Lime Lantern also has umbra-powers (i.e. shadow powers).
Another looks like a dik-dik; i.e. a rabbit-sized (and also, in ways, rabbit-acting) antelope from Earth's Africa. They make shrill whistling sounds, when threatened; this Lime Lantern does, too. Around his neck, he wears a collar; a unique-looking pendant hangs from it. It's a ball with a gyroscope-like device inside; whenever danger is near, the ball's gyroscope starts spinning, and the contraption itself starts making a much louder and shriller whistling noise. At times, it also flashes with burgundy light.
Another looks like a darter bird/anhinga; a semi-aquatic bird that would look like a black swan, except for its long and pointed beak...and also the fact that their wings, unlike a swan's, aren't waterproof.
Another looks like a cygnet; i.e. a juvenile swan. He often sheds; but at least he only sheds grey down. He's very virile; sometimes too much so. Good thing he can't get acne; he'd probably have too much of that, if so...
Another looks like a crayfish. His pincers aren't huge, but they're good for some things. His antennae, on the other hand, are much more impressive; both from away looking at, and the many things that they make him feel and experience when he uses them... Alas, this also means he has more substance abuse issues than most of his teammates; although yes, he's hardly the only Lime Lantern that has, or has ever had, substance addiction issues. His eyes generate light; they alternate colors of the rainbow, in order from red to violet...after which the cycle (seemingly infinitely) repeats itself. It seems to Ystin, then, that he and Rainbow Raider, a vigilante from Earth, should have a beer sometime... (On the condition, of course, that neither one of them planned to have coca tea on the side...)
Another is a cyborg who looks like a crane (i.e. a bird, not a machine; although yes, parts of his prosthesis imply the machine as well). He has no head or neck; both have been replaced by a prosthesis that looks like (and functions like) a crane arm. There's a compartment within it, near the base, where the prosthetic meets his upper chest, where his brain is stored. (Not to worry; his brain isn't visible.) The prosthesis manages his respiration, as well. In addition to his head and neck, one of his legs has been replaced by a prosthetic, too.
Another looks like a cheetah cub. Hence, he has grey Mohawk hair that covers most of his back...as well as the top of his head. Back in his own home world, he has many brothers...as well as a mother who's a virtual fascist. This guy isn't very close to his brothers, though. As they were growing up, more than half of them left the coalition and went solo, and less than half of them later joined a fascist-led militia...hard though it is for some to believe that they'd join a fascist-led militia after all of the mean things that their mother once did to them. Nonetheless, it's good to see that a member of that race became a Lime Lantern.
Another looks like a chameleon. This particular chameleon is always just one color, though; and that's lime-green. This is more often the case, though, while he's wearing his ring. When he's not, he's been known to change into other colors, depending on his mood...as actual chameleons back on Earth do.
Another looks like a chain pickerel; i.e. a small fish from the North American Deep South that looks like a dwarven pike. He also has a human's arms and hands; they're much stronger than an actual human's. He's gifted in camouflage, too; he can become invisible, whenever he must. He once played pranks this way...but doesn't anymore. Telepathically, he speaks with a Deep Southern accent...like the Earth villain Gambler.
Another looks like an anomalure; i.e. a small arboreal rodent from the Congo that looks (and acts) like a flying squirrel. He's got the patagium of the same, too; he often uses these to aid him aerodynamically whenever he's either transporting himself or fighting a foe. At times, he's also been known to completely mask an opponent by landing in the middle of their face.
Another looks like a marine angelfish. (Marine as in sea-borne, not marine as in naval infantry.) The "angelfish" part of his complex mostly includes his head and upper body; his legs, front, and sides, by contrast, are mostly humanoid. A few anemone-like tentacles, too, radiate from a few parts on his arms. His fish parts are mostly lime-green in color; they would've been blue-green as a pre-Lime Lantern.
Another looks like an alewife; a kind of small fish that swims in Earth's oceans and is often eaten by tuna and tarpon...and not to mention harvested by human fishing rigs. Alewives, on Earth, are anadromous; so is this Lime Lantern. And, on top of that, he can clearly survive out-of-water for extended periods... Either that, or his power ring allows him to play a trick on his respiration to where he can stay respirated without needing to be in water, salty or fresh... The Corps often joshes him and has unofficially stylized him as "Ale and Wife." This is not an entirely unfair label; not only does this alien alewife drink a lot, but he often acts like a person's wife when no one expects (or wants) him to. Other than that, he's very much accepted by the Corps. He has to be; acceptance, after all, is something their power-rings draw power from...if not the strongest thing that it does.
Another looks like an angel; he has white wings, unlike the thanagarian nobleboy. He also has a crescent moon tattooed on his right arm. He also has a few scarab-like features...despite retaining his humanoid appearance...and not to mention his angelic aesthetics. Ystin would hate to think that he eats dung, as an actual scarab would... Then again, he should probably be a good sport, if that was the case... He's seen (and heard of) aliens doing grosser things, after all...
On a ring-shaped landing aloft, a long file of certain members of the Templar Stewards make their entrance. The Templar Stewards are the leaders and founders of the Lime Lantern Corps. They mostly aim to aestheticize and sanitize the universe...as well as to combat threats that threaten all existing aesthetics and sanitization.
These Stewards are alien church grims; little black dogs that allegedly stand watch over graveyards. These grims, by contrast, stand watch over the universe. They are geese; the universe's civilizations are their eggs; and to them, they are very golden...although they prefer "nickel" and "palladium" as metaphors of choice.
One of these grims looks like a black pug. Another looks like a black Chihuahua that wears a French maid's outfit. Some of them look like Scottish terriers. Most of them, though, look like schipperkes...or black Welsh corgis.
These grims aren't the only Templar Stewards. They're neither the most inventive nor the most promoting. Nonetheless, most of the Templar Stewards seem to think that the grims are the most ideal middle-folk between the high command and the featherweights. Hence, the grims oversee the featherweights. They've been known to plan farther ahead than they should... But they seem to enjoy having their bellies scratched as much as any other dog...alien or otherwise...would.
Gradually, the grims all assemble, providing equal distance between one another. Simultaneously, as a mysterious whistle blows, they sit. One of them sneezes, after having done so.
Telepathically, one of them communicates to the featherweight Lime Lanterns. His telepathic voice is deep, and serotonin-induced. Such are the same voices of his Templar Steward pack mates...as has been known to become apparent...or otherwise audible...during these meetings. Good thing they never telepathically share what a dog whistle sounds like with those who wouldn't know because they couldn't hear... Some of them, at least, are aware that Ystin, for sure, couldn't.
Throughout the universe, many incidents happen. There are natural disasters. There are wars, both big and small. There are accidents at construction sites. Thankfully, the Lime Lanterns are never responsible. This is good; if they ever were, the Templar Stewards would surely have their rings in a flash. (A flash of time; not Flash the superhero.)
As the telepathic oration begins, Ystin straggles. He takes his place among his alien coworkers and levitates in place. He rests his eyes and opens his ears; he listens better that way. To various extents, his sentiment is shared by his coworkers.
The main thing that stands out about Ystin's attire is his burgundy miniskirt; this is the one garment that his Lime Lantern ring can never seem to conceal. This is awkward; the skirt's color is a stark contrast against the lime-green glow of his ring's powers... More importantly, though, Ystin is male, and on Earth, the skirt is considered a female garment; and a miniskirt even more so. But then, Celtic men have been known to wear kilts. Ystin is no Celt...but he's hardly the manliest of men, either. Better thing, then, that most of his alien coworkers can't tell that his attire isn't relevant enough for his gender...although the power of the rings does translate what one says for all the others...and also for non-Lime Lantern clients, while they're working.
The grims ignore Ystin's tardiness. They already know, after all, that Ystin does his job well enough without needing supplementary discipline. He could, though, go more lightly on the Valium...and potentially heavier on the heart-softener, too... Nobody here judges that, though; most of them know what that's like. Either way, the work still needs to be done; and where this one is, civility is often a plus.
With the telepathic oration, they continue. Many of them are getting deployed to a location within the Destroying that seems to be more prone to cosmetic damage than the rest of the Destroying is...if that even makes sense. In general, of course, destruction favors the bigger, more-populated parts of the Destroying... There's never anything big or too populated, though, about the islands, towns, and farms within the Destroying that these featherweight Lime Lanterns get deployed to. Either way, wars are still known to happen there. But it's seldom anything that a few Lime Lanterns can't clean up on their own.
One of the other grims has an announcement to make. He does so telepathically, of course. He announces that the Monitor of the Destroying has recently visited the Destroying Embassy in Umar. As a matter of fact, he's now bunking there; apparently he and his twin brother had a row. He has also nobly joined the embassy's staff, as one of its senior bailiffs. It's not yet known when or if he'll be returning to the Destroying. Even so, the monitor of this universe has already been informed of his kinsman's newfound status as an interdimensional refugee.
The monitors are a race of aliens. It's not that simple, though; there's only one in every universe in the multiverse. Some of these universes also have an Anti-Monitor; and in the Destroying, the Anti-Monitor is stronger than that world's monitor. Not only that, but he's friends with Destruction, a sandfellow and khan of the Destroying. Each world's monitor watches over their respective reality and intervenes whenever its welfare is at stake. The Anti-Monitors, by contrast, tend to try to destroy their respective universes, in favor of the Antimatter Universe, another pocket world. (The Destroying and the Antimatter Universe are multiversal neighbors.) Thankfully, though, the Destroying's Anti-Monitor doesn't want to destroy the Destroying; he kind of can't; the world is already falling apart as things are. But then, he also has considerable stake in that; courtesy of his partnership with Destruction. The Destroying's monitor often serves the purpose of a rebel leader and a diplomat; his rebellion, in contrast to both his twin brother and Destruction, is creative, creating, and constructive. The rebellion's strength is limited, though, and they're often outnumbered by the Horde's oppositely destructive power. There are also sentient weapons living in the Destroying that Destruction and his armies never hesitate to recruit.
In this world, though, there are often messes being made on Dark Genesis. Darkseid has been deposed...and yet, the wars, it seems, still aren't in short supply. Hence, some of these featherweights are being deployed there, as well. They, in contrast to the stronger parts of the Lime Lantern Corps, are often sent to the Northwest Quadrant of Dark Genesis; the planet's least-populated and most-landed quadrant. Lately, though, there's an issue in Dark Genesis's Southeast Quadrant that's been demanding the Lime Lantern featherweights' attention, too... At least twice already, Ystin has been sent there, as well.
As is often the case, Warworld is on-the-move. Alas, the Lime Lantern featherweights are seldom ever sent there; there's often too much action going on both on and in there, and the Corps never has enough faith in its featherweights to think that they're ready for such blood-shedding labor. And it's just as well; burgundy blood and Lime Lantern energy, after all, don't seem to mix... (And for that, the Earth villain Bloodwork has been placed at the top of the Lime Lantern Corps's blacklist of most-threatening foes.) Nonetheless, recently, there has, in fact, been a job on Warworld that some of these Lime Lantern featherweights have been sent to do, of late...although Ystin has never helped do it. That Chinese-Quebecker Lime Lantern, though...the one who Ystin was just in bed with only moments ago...not only has but has been back from that job with no less than seven heads in a bag over her shoulder. Four of them were the heads of warzoons; one of them was one of Mongul's countless sons. She's been to the Destroying, too...and once came back with the firing pin of one of that world's sentient weapons. (Needless to say, it was loyal to that world's Anti-Monitor...) She has since improvised that firing pin into a mace.
There's also a Yellow Lantern that's gone rogue. Rumor has it that he got upset when one of his parents told him that his other parent was a bug of Lit Genesis, twin world of Dark Genesis. Since then, that Yellow Lantern has pretended to be a good sport about it... Alas, since then, there've been reports, mostly coming from the Northwest Quadrant of Lit Genesis (which, as it is with Dark Genesis, is that world's least-populated and most-landed quadrant, as well), of him sardonically and atrociously attacking many of the bug natives there...as well as a few of the nobler new god natives. Hence, a lot of Lime Lantern featherweights have been deployed there, as well.
The Lime Lantern featherweights have been known to do jobs on Earth, as well. Naturally, Ystin doesn't often prefer these; he'd join the Corps to see the world, after all, and not more of his boring old hometown...figuratively speaking, of course. Nonetheless, where the Lime Lantern featherweights are, there are jobs in West Maharashtra, South Quebec, Southeast Turkey, West Ukraine, Karelia, and Kalmykia. Kenya, Libya, and Turkish Cyprus often also have jobs to do, for the featherweight Lime Lanterns... Either way, Ystin wouldn't prefer any of them over another planet...even if he stood a bigger chance of knowing the layout...and not to mention the social customs...than most of his coworkers would.
The Iraqi Governorates, too, have had jobs for the featherweight Lime Lanterns to do. A lot of these jobs, lately, have gravitated more towards Qurac, a Middle Eastern country that was once one of Iraq's many Governorates. It's gotten so bad, that a lot of Earth-native vigs that Ystin has heard of have been there to aid the country's security. From what Ystin's heard, though, it's going to take a lot more than simple patience to end the violence in Qurac. The Arab Spring, Ystin's been told, once hit Qurac especially hard. Qurac wasn't even an Islamic dictatorship at the time. Case in point, though, Ystin always has better things to do and better places to go. Or rather, he'd rather think so.
One by one, the featherweights get their orders from the grims. To Ystin's delight, he's being sent to the Destroying. He's excited; he's never been there before.
Alas, at the same time, Ystin wouldn't rather admit that he's kind of nervous, about doing this for the first time... It...almost as if it feels like...despite everything he's already done to prove to the Templar Stewards otherwise...that he's still not ready to do harder jobs...
Spontaneously, everything starts getting bigger all around him. This includes his attire; some of his clothes fall off, as he soon gets too small for them. Soon, only a back-bandage remains; its bulk hangs from him, as he's trapped inside...
And now, the featherweights prepare to recite the Lime Lantern oath. For Ystin, of course, the timing couldn't be worse... Nonetheless, in unison, all of the other Lime Lanterns chant the Corps oath:
They so cute! They so cute! They so cute! They so cute!
They so cute! They so cute! They so cute! They so cute!
They so cute! They so cute! They so cute! They so cute!
If we keep looking at them, we make them our loot!
All around him, all of the other Lime Lanterns levitate away, off to the jobs they've been sent to. Ystin doesn't; he's still levitating and stuck inside his back bandage.
By and by, though, he gets it off of him. Now, he's nearly naked...except for his burgundy miniskirt, which his ring's powers has managed to re-dress him with. At present, though, it's the only garment he still wears...aside from his power ring and the lime-green mask it conjures for him to wear.
Aloft and telepathically, he can hear many of the grims laughing at him. Blushing, Ystin starts to make his way towards the exits...which, BTW, are now a lot farther away than they were a moment ago; a thousand times father away, in fact... But then, better thing he can still levitate and use his ring...
"Considering calling in sick, are we, Ystin Biebl of Earth?" One of the grims speaks telepathically. Most of the grims leave the room, as a means of helping tiny Ystin feel less overwhelmed. "As a Lime Lantern," the grim continues, "I'd more expect you to be more creative with the situation, and find a way to still do your job, despite the many limitations it now presents you with."
Ystin sighs. "Can you honestly think of one foe in the universe I can fight, while like this?!"
"I can, in fact. And our intelligence, at present, says that he and his buddies are causing trouble in various areas of your planet's Qurac. I recommend taking a portal there, and checking it out."
Again, Ystin sighs. "Please don't send me to Qurac. My father once died fighting a war over there! And he wasn't the only one! Plus, I've heard about what most Quracis are like. None of them are anything like me!"
"Ystin Biebl of Earth? Need I not remind you that as a Lime Lantern, it's your duty to protect and serve those who can't do what you can?"
Ystin scoffs. "It's what they can do that I can't that I'm more worried about."
Still, the few grims who remain atop the ring-shaped elevated floor stare at Ystin...
Once more, Ystin sighs. "Fine, I'll go there. I'll do recon. I'll do some assessments. Just...try to be good sports if I have to come back early because there's nothing there I can do."
"You were raised on the farms of your planet's Kansas, Ystin Biebl of Earth. And I do believe that there, they've a saying: 'don't count your Chichen Itzas before they hatch."
Ystin scoffs. "CHICKENS," he corrects him. "The saying says to not count your CHICKENS before they hatch."
Once more, the remaining grims stare at tiny Ystin...
"Fine; I'm out. I'll be back with a report...if I even make it back." With that, he salutes them, and levitates away.
Ystin certainly hopes he doesn't pass that other human Lime Lantern on his way out; he'd hate for her to see him like this. At least where he's going, he's less likely to be seen...even if that'd make him more likely to get pancaked by falling rubble, if he ended up in the wrong spot at the wrong time...as is what once happened to his father, when he fought in the war over there.