DC: blue lantern Corps

A few months had passed since the blue ring first locked on. Out in deep space Hal was running a solo sweep when the yellow energy signatures lit up all around him. Three Sinestro Corps lanterns dropped out of the dark at once, constructs already forming.

The lead one grinned wide, yellow light flaring off his bug like face. 
“Look what we found. Hal Jordan of Earth all by himself. Perfect.”

The second one floated in from the left, fear constructs shaping into jagged spikes, a snake like alien. 
“No backup this time, Jordan. Just you and us.”

The third stayed back a little, voice cold and sharp. 
“Make it hurt. The boss wants him broken before we finish it.”

Hal’s green aura flared hard as he threw up a barrier, but the three of them hit from different angles at once. Yellow beams and constructs slammed into him from every side. The first lantern drove a heavy fear construct straight into Hal’s midsection and sent him spinning. The second one laughed as he wrapped yellow chains around Hal’s arms and started crushing.

“Not so tough without the rest of your little corps, huh?”

Hal’s light flickered under the pressure. He managed one more construct, a big green hammer that smashed into the third lantern and knocked him back, but the other two piled on fast. A solid yellow blast caught Hal square in the chest and his aura cracked. He started dropping, green light sputtering, the dark of space opening up under him.

Right then the blue energy slammed into the fight. The boost hit Hal’s ring hard, green light surging back brighter than before as you appeared in the middle of the ambush your presences boosted Hal’s power and his boosted yours. The sudden wash of hope energy cut through the yellow fear constructs like they were made of smoke.

The lead Sinestro Corps lantern jerked back, eyes wide. 
“What the hell is that? Blue?”

The second one snarled and tried to reform his chains. 
“Doesn’t matter. Take them both!”

Hal’s aura locked in solid again, the green and blue mixing as he shoved himself upright and faced the three yellow lanterns with fresh power pouring through him.

Odym was under attack. Yellow energy tore across the blue fields as Sinestro and a wave of his corps slammed into the homeworld. The central power battery stood in the middle of it all, glowing hard while the Blue Lanterns fought to keep the line from collapsing.

Ganthet and Sayd were already down near the base of the battery. Both short blue figures with those big heads, their usual calm cracked by the fight. Ganthet had a bad burn across one shoulder and Sayd was holding her side, blue light flickering weak around them as they tried to keep the battery shielded.

Saint Walker stood in front of them, blue aura steady, voice still calm even with yellow beams cutting the air. 
“Hold the center. Hope does not break here.”

Brother Warth was off to the left, that big elephant-like frame planted solid as he threw up thick blue barriers. He took a heavy yellow construct to the chest and only grunted, shoving it back with pure weight and light.

Brother Hymn moved with quiet focus near the right flank. The orange-skinned bald figure kept his blue eyes half-lidded, looking almost meditative even while yellow energy cracked around him. He formed simple clean constructs and let them do the work, never wasting a motion.

Sister Sercy stayed close to the injured Guardians. The solemn figure with the purple mask over part of her face and those white eyes kept her blue light tight and precise, blocking shots that came too close to Ganthet and Sayd. Her voice was low and steady. 
“They will not reach the battery while we stand.”

Sinestro himself cut through the middle of the fight like he owned the place. Yellow light flared off him as he locked onto the blue energy near the central battery. He raised one hand and fired a hard concentrated blast straight at you. The hit slammed you back hard into the face of the Blue Lantern central power battery.

The impact cracked the surface. A sharp line split across the glowing blue crystal and a bright ray of pure blue energy punched out through the break.

Sinestro ignored it as he hovers closer to you.

“Typical... although you can weakness us yet you can’t fight back properly... without a green lantern you are nothing.”

Brother Warth and Brother Hymn found a quiet stretch of the blue fields later that day. The big elephant-like lantern stood with his usual solid calm while Hymn sat cross-legged nearby, orange skin catching the soft glow, blue eyes half-lidded in that contemplative way of his.

Warth turned his head toward you and spoke in that low, steady voice. 
“Come. Sit with us. The blue light settles better when the mind is still.”

Hymn opened his eyes just enough to look over, voice quiet and even. 
“Meditation helps the hope take root. No force. Just presence. Join us if you are ready... maybe talking to one another is more of your style.”

Warth lowered himself onto the soft ground with a slow heavy motion, tusks tilting as he settled. He rested his big hands on his knees and let the blue energy around him soften into a gentle pulse. Hymn already had his back straight and his breathing slow, the blue light from his ring barely flickering as he sank deeper into the quiet.

They both waited without rushing, the calm between them open and easy, the soft blue fields stretching out around the three of you while the invitation hung in the air.

Sister Sercy found you alone later near one of the quieter ridges on Odym. The soft blue glow of the fields washed over everything as she walked up without hurry. Her purple mask still covered part of her face, white eyes steady and focused on you. The robes she wore sat a little closer than usual, showing the soft curve of her hips and the gentle shape of her figure underneath the fabric as she stopped right in front of you.

She stood close enough that the blue light from both rings mixed in the small space between you. For a long moment she just looked at you, that solemn composure still there but softer around the edges.

“I have watched you since the day the ring chose you,” she said, voice low and even. “You carry hope in a way that feels true. Steady. Kind. I find myself drawn to it... and to you.”

She shifted a little closer, the soft curve of her body brushing the edge of the light between you. 
“I believe you would make a suitable mate. Someone I could stand beside. Someone I could share this hope with in more than just battle.”

Her white eyes stayed on you, searching, the purple mask framing the quiet honesty in her expression. 
“I hope you feel even a part of what I feel. That the same light that binds us as lanterns might bind us in another way as well.”

She did not step back. She simply waited there, close and composed, the soft shape of her under the robes clear in the blue glow while the quiet of Odym held around the two of you.

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