But! Here for work. The location of the Foreign Ministry was on Lantern Stewart's ring, and that's the place for starting off-world contacts. I can-.
Warning! Will detected!
Easy guess who that is, given this is the homeworld of the Sector Lantern.
I look around as… Lantern Tomar-Re appears… At what I suspect he thinks is a safe distance. He scans me, presumably wanting to confirm my identity.
My ring shimmers.
I wonder if he was at home when OL rolled up, or if he had to warp-jump very quickly to get here? Then again, Greenies aren't the fastest at FTL... Hopefully this wasn't a day off, then.
"Answer."
"Illustres. Why are you here?"
Ah, the good old 'What are you doing here?' courtesy call. Very much in order given OL's...
Everything.
"I want to talk to your government." I see his environmental shield shimmer. "Oh, come on, I'm not that bad."
"You started the biggest war our galaxy has seen in centuries and your planet has undergone two apocalyptic events in two years."
I can understand his caution, given OL's reputation for troublesome events following him around.
"I'm sure it's more than that."
"No, it was merely two years. And that is enough for me to be concerned when you appear next to my homeworld."
Actually... Tomar, Earth tends to experience 'world in danger' plots
far too often for comfort. Fortunately, locals handle them before they get far.
"No, I mean, I'm sure it was more than two apocalyptic events. We just dealt with the abduction of every child on the planet before it could come to wider attention."
"Why are you here?"
And however many other things you managed to butterfly away with your involvement. Or that heroes have managed to prevent.
"I want to put General Dru-Zod, formerly of the Kryptonian Self-Defence Force, on trial for genocide. And your planet was Kal-El's first choice."
"Jor-El told me that General Zod was sent to the Phantom Zone."
Ah, yes, you knew him and Zor-El personally, didn't you? About as close as you could get to being an alien ally of Krypton, certainly?
"We can let him out."
"Yes, but why would you?"
Fellow has a point. OF course, it's OL's desire to sort this out, so...
"There are a few timaronians who want their pound of flesh, and Kal-El wants there to be a trial first. The timaronians wouldn't accept a kryptonian trial, even if that was possible, and timaron is uninhabitable. For me personally? 'Dead' feels more permanent than 'in a pocket universe', and I'd like him gone permanently. Oh, and Ursa."
As long as Earth Bullshit™ doesn't get involved, anyway. Surprised Re wouldn't object to the death sentence, but he
does remember what Zod did, so...
"And not Non?"
Oh, right, because he was this Sector's Green Lantern when that happened.
Which says a lot about him as a Lantern, given the average mortality of a Sector Lantern. He's an old Xudarian in a career many beings die young in...
"Given that he's brain damaged, I was concerned that he couldn't be convicted. And Commodore Amalak might react very badly to a 'not guilty' verdict for any of the accused. We could mention that there were other people who may have been tangentially involved after the trial, and if Non is ruled to be mentally incompetent then I can probably fix him."
Which would be saying a lot, I suspect. Unless OL plans to have a mage pull a magical fix, he'd have to understand Kryptonian brains a lot better than he does now.
"What legal system would this 'trial' use?"
"Ideally, the Timaron one."
Since I doubt many timaronian lawyers survived, or are still practising
"Our judges are not trained in the use of alien justice systems."
"Right, but is it something they'd be prepared to learn? Or have one of them learn so that this trial can be conducted here?"
Sadly, there's probably no option to have someone use a Power Ring to rapidly implant the knowledge. Too much wiggle room for manipulation.
"A historian or-." He flies closer. "A historian or sociologist might be better. There are probably people more familiar with Timaron society than our judges."
"That sounds like a perfectly reasonable choice to me." … "So, um…"
"Do you want to ask me why I didn't stop him myself?"
You sound like you
want him to, if only so you can talk about it. Weighing on you?
"No. Sectors are big places. You can't be everywhere at once. And there wasn't actually all that much time between him firing on Timaron and him being imprisoned in the Phantom Zone, so even if Jor-El had told you that he was attempting a putsch the moment it became apparent, it would have already have been dealt with by the time you got there."
And even if he had been arrested by a Lantern, he'd have just ended up rotting in a Sciencell on a life sentence. Basically permanent imprisonment either way.
He reaches up to stroke his head frond with his right hand, a nervous gesture amongst his species. "Thank you."
"I'm painfully aware of the limits of what Lanterns can do. What I meant was, 'are you alright with me going down to talk to the foreign affairs ministry to get this set up'?"
...Oh, right, the reason he's here.
"Yes. And I think that I should accompany you."
I nod. "That will probably make things easier."
The Xudarians at least get on well with their Sector Lantern, after all.
I descend towards the planet feet first, considerably slower than I can go. Tomar-Re may be a long-serving Green Lantern, but he's not a member of the Honour Guard or anything. Nothing I know about him suggests that he can do any of the exotic things that the exceptional Lanterns can do, so I'm not going to do anything that might make him jumpy.
I doubt he makes as casual use of FTL transitions as OL does, even after this long as a Lantern, for one thing. Especially since they'd be much tougher using green Rings.
He follows, face down.
"So, are you a swimmer-pose guy, or what?"
Ha!
There's an old topic of discussion. I suppose making small talk is in order anyway.
"What?"
"When you're flying. I used to fly in a standing position, but most people I know who can fly prefer lying flat."
Probably a sense of proprioception. Flying is
kind of like swimming in the air, right?
He clicks his beak twice, quietly, then tries reorientating himself so that his feet point down. "This feels strange."
"Humanoids are not aerodynamic creatures. But if we're going to bulldoze our way through the universe with a magic glowing ring, why are we pretending?"
Although making atmospheric re-entry is one of those times when streamlining would help. Depending on whether you prefer to force the atmosphere aside or 'space-dive' your way down.
He looks down. "It's harder to see where I'm going."
"Aren't you navigating by ring anyway?"
OL, not everyone has a nice,
easy-to-use Ring VI to help operate it.
"You might be. I've memorised my planet's geography and flight lanes."
"Do you think someone will move things around between you starting down and you arriving?"
And he's small and agile enough to dodge aircraft anyway, as long as he gets early enough warning.
"No. I'm just not sure why you're moving this slowly if you're not going to take in the view."
I look forwards, towards sunset, seeing the full panorama expand before me rather than just what is directly in front of me. I gesture towards it. "This might be old hat to you, but I've never been here before."
And this altitude probably makes the view rather different to what you see on the ground anyway.
"Hm." He follows my gaze. "It does look nice at this time of day. Perhaps you should take a tourist brochure while you're here."
"My girlfriend is taking a holiday at the moment. Last time we went somewhere together we couldn't stop working."
Admittedly, her holiday is a mission on Earth. Or I presume said holiday is
cover for said mission.
"I hear that Ungara has unrivalled ski slopes and Lantern Jordan told me that your species doesn't like eating insects."
I smile. "I'll consider them both."
Took a moment to parse what h meant, but then it clicked. Because Xudarians have the
beaks, right? Of a sort typically used for cracking the shells or carapaces of armoured lifeforms.