Green Lantern Corps Annual #1
“The End is The Beginning”

By Lightshear



Lights flashed in orbit around Oa as the Green and Yellow Lanterns clashed for miles in every direction. Constructs flared and bodies were broken and rings without owners flew past to seek out new recruits to wield them. Space was silent but for the noise that rings made in their bearers’ ears to aid them in navigating the explosive, expansive hellscape.

None of which registered to Hal Jordan. So far as he was concerned, it was all static on his peripheral vision. His entire focus - his entire world - had shrunk down to the size of a two-man duel. There was no war, there was no battlefield, there was no conflict in his sights except for Sinestro.

From the moment their rings first clashed at his arrival they’d been locked in a dance of death. Each gave as good as he got, and neither had made significant gains over the other. If they were able to step back and look at themselves, they might have been surprised at how evenly matched they were - matching each other blow for blow, strength for strength. As it was, though, neither would have admitted that their indefatigable self-confidence had left them shocked at just how good the other was.

Hal was still fighting an uphill battle; his ring was still ineffective against Sinestro’s yellow constructs. Every so often a critical strike would slip through a shield here, an energy trap there, but it wasn’t a reliable strategy so he had to keep moving and changing tactics. Ultimately, it played to each of their strengths. Hal, the headstrong test pilot, could be constantly shifting strategy on the fly, adapting to each new challenge as it presented itself and looking for new solutions to every obstacle. Sinestro, the focused strategist, could simply dedicate his cunning toward defeating a single slippery foe with single-minded determination and resolve.

It was perhaps the perfect pairing of equal opposites. In another life, they had been friends - a mentor and his student, experience and youth, yin and yang. No argument had ever been enough to split them, and in spite of it all they would begrudgingly admit to confidants that the other was the only person who truly understood them. It was those things that made them so different that bonded them.

All that was as distant a memory as it could have been. Had it only been months since Sinestro’s banishment? As the two locked rings with gritted teeth and stared into the deadly-determined eyes of the other, it was almost impossible to imagine a time they weren’t ready to kill each other.

But Hal wasn’t ready to cross that line. Not yet-- not if there was another way. He might not have shared Katma’s belief that there was still good in this madman, but he wasn’t ready to abandon his principles over him. The war Sinestro’s master had begun with the Manhunters had consumed too many lives for it to ever end well, but Hal didn’t want his conscience to be another casualty-- not if there was another way to end all this.

And if there wasn’t…

**Jordan, you must hold the line,** Salaak’s voice intoned through Hal’s ring. **Reinforcements are coming, but it will be for nothing if Oa falls before they can arrive!**

“Yeah,” Hal grunted. “Sure thing. I guess I can stop holding back, now…”

“Ha!” Sinestro cackled, bringing down a falchion as long as a passenger jet that almost cleaved the Green Lantern in half. “Is Salaak promising reinforcements? You should let that spineless bureaucratic malapert know that none will come. Gravity sinks have been left all around this sector - if any of you Lanterns try to jump to or from Oa, you’ll be wrenched into real-space light-years away and surrounded by my Corps and Thunderers.”

Hal slammed together two halves of separate starfighters he’d been subtly drawing close, smashing them like twin hammers around Sinestro. They burst into shards of steel, glass and cable, but Sinestro blew his way out as if they were tissue-paper.

“In fact,” he grinned cruelly. “Tell him to send more men. My Lanterns are hungry and your fear will feed us well.”

“Bastard!” Hal screamed, charging suddenly and tackling Sinestro through space.
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“It is good that you bring this to us,” the Guardian spoke to Salaak. “This may change things.”

“Sirs,” Salaak bowed. “How shall I circumvent this new development? If we do nothing about the Yellow Lanterns’ gravity sinks--”

“Said enough, you have,” a Guardian said sternly.

“Ours to correct, this oversight,” another nodded. “Return to your post - you are needed to coordinate the defenses of Oa.”

“Y-yes, Sirs,” Salaak said reluctantly, withdrawing from the darkened room that he and he alone ever saw in person.

The Guardians of the Universe looked to each other as they floated up into the vast space at the center of their meditation chamber. Lights flickered to life at its center, showing a hologram of the battle that raged around their world. It was not going well.

“Ill prepared for this fight, we were.”

“Indeed. Perhaps our missing brother was right…”

“Fah! Ganthet is a danger to us all. He names himself, he leaves our focusing chamber to pursue his own designs against the will of our council, he insists on continued belief in that lunatic prophecy-- he and his ways will be our end!”

“None of this matters. At this juncture, our survival must take precedence.”

“And the lives of our Corpsmen, or else forfeit will our own lives become.”

“Reinforcements are coming. In transit, they are - a thousand lights in folded space. We must see them safely to the other side of the gravity traps.”

“We must see them safely to Oa.”

“There is only one way, but expose us it will.”

“The Battery! To use it now would be to reveal too much of our power! The enemy is ever watching-- ever vigilant!”

“Even now he casts his gaze upon us-- we cannot let him see the extent of our ability!”

“Then we show only what we must, brothers. To do nothing is suicide.”

“An immortal cannot commit suicide.”

“We are immortal, brother-- not invulnerable. Difficult to kill, we are, but it is not impossible. Such has been made painfully clear.”

“Then we shall touch the power of the Central Battery, but only to bring our Lanterns home.”

“Only to pass the gravity sinks, yes. To shore up our defenses.”

“So be it. Are there any to oppose?”

“Would that I could… But not now. Not with this at our doorstep.”

“We are in agreement. It is unanimous. Come then, brothers. Let us leave our sanctuary for the first time in five years. We travel to the heart of Oa Citadel and to the Battery.”

“Let us pray we are not too late…”
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Kyle shook his head as his eyes cleared. He felt like roadkill and couldn’t get the ringing out of his ears. He looked around in the darkness and figured he was in an alley somewhere. Qward, he remembered-- they’d been heading into a city to search for Alan’s daughter who was important to the Green Lantern Corps because… something. His head hurt too much to remember. But he trusted Alan, and if he could help him find his daughter then that’s what he had to do.

It was dank, here, and cold. The buildings were close together and soared into the sky. Garbage and refuse lined the stone ground, large bins overflowing with he didn’t want to know what were set every dozen feet or so down the way. He supposed an alleyway looked like an alleyway pretty much anywhere you went, alien or not. It was comforting in a way. Maybe he was just that desperate to feel comforted about something. His whole body hurt…

“Are you alright?” a female voice asked. Katma Tui - the Green Lantern who’d seemed in charge. He nodded and smiled weakly, rubbing his head. She nodded tersely in reply. “Good. We haven’t much time, and it’s getting worse by the minute.”

“What’s going on?” he asked, surprised at how hoarse his voice sounded.

“Yellow Lanterns,” G’nort the dog-Lantern said. He had been kneeling by Kyle and helped him sit up. “They hit us pretty hard, and we’re hiding now. Don’t use your ring, ‘kay? They can smell it.”

“Alan,” he asked, looking around. “Where’s Alan?”

“They got him, I think,” Katma said plainly but with enough sympathy that he knew she was feeling bad about how it had gone down. “He led them on a chase and they left us behind to follow him. It’s how we were able to get you and escape.”

“Holy-- Jeeze - how long have I been out? What the hell happened, back there?”

“It’s been a while. You were attacked by a Huonan Gxth - we call them psych-stalkers. They’re as small as bacteria and get inside your head. Once they’re in, they play havoc with your mental processes, making you feel whatever they want. This one apparently used fear.”

“Yeah, no kidding,” Kyle groaned with a smirk. “And now we’re on the run from an army of those yellow-ring freaks?”

“And we can’t use our rings, because they draw the attention of the Yellow Lanterns who are still scanning for us constantly. They know we’re here, and they know we can’t escape.”

“Oh, and there’s military patrols in the streets, too,” G’nort nodded. “Not Yellow Lanterns, but they’re obviously bad guys. They’ll spot us for sure if they get a good look at us.”

“And we have no idea where Alan is?”

“None.”

He sighed heavily, getting to his feet and thinking he was too young for his body to creak like it did as he stood. “Any other bad news?”

“Our rings’ charge is weakening the longer we’re here,” Katma said. “Time must work differently in this dimension. Maybe it’s just the dimension itself. In either case, we’ve got an hour - two at the most - before G’nort and I are dry.”

“An’ we can’t summon our power batteries to recharge ‘cause of the dimensional wall thing,” G’nort said with a ‘what’cha gonna do?’ shrug.

“Perfect,” Kyle shrugged. “What do we do, now?”

“Now that you’re awake, we’ll have to find a way to disguise ourselves and get to the Nemesis’ citadel. When we get there, we power up, charge in and hope we can get Jennifer out before things get worse.”

“--Except we don’t know which of these buildings is the citadel,” G’nort said, his ears back and tail between his legs.

“You know what?” Kyle said, rubbing his hair and smiling with the laugh of a madman walking blissfully to his demise. “I love this plan. I’m excited to be a part of it. Let’s do it.”

“You realize the odds we’re up against?” Katma said with furrowed brows, not understanding his humor.

“Never tell me the odds.”
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“What are you doing, Jennifer,” Pteran asked, his voice calm but still betraying his growing annoyance. His mind-- his will was inside of her. Her eyes could see his body sitting still and silent across from her, but his voice and spirit was sharing a body with her.

“I’m taking myself back, Pteran,” she replied, drawing on her wellspring of inner light. She felt its warmth growing within her, spreading through her limbs to combat the cold creeping death of his presence. It was a storm of ice and fire battling for dominance, and at its heart there was only the two of them.

“You can’t win. You’re only delaying the inevitable and making it worse for yourself. Touching the power of the Starheart like this is only teaching me the tools I need to use it myself once I am you.”

“You’ll never become me, Pteran-- or whoever you are. You’re nobody. You’re a ghost, and you’ve been clinging to life too long. You won’t use me to keep holding on, you hear me? I won’t be used by anyone!”

“I’m warning you, Jennifer - I’m still Pteran, but I could become someone else. I could become myself. If I did that, this would be very different, and very much more painful for you. You would suffer for an eternity in your mind before you died. The real me might enjoy letting you share space in your body just long enough to watch me kill everyone you care about with your own hands.”

“You can’t do that to me. I won’t let you…”

“Would you like the feeling of your father’s throat crushed between your fingers? The look in his eyes as he watches his daughter take his life? I’ve just sent a command to my Corps that he is not to be harmed but brought here, instead. If you force me to become myself-- to remember who I am and thus destroy Pteran Ryde forever… It would be an honor to be the first killed by my new hands. Your hands.”

“I have the power to stop you now--“

“But you don’t know how to use it.”

It was true. He was gaining more and more control over her. It was like hypothermia - like dying in the cold. Her extremities were frost-bitten and hardened, her limbs long since gone numb and lifeless. The only reason she could still see was that she couldn’t close her eyes. She was stronger, and she felt her power within, but she couldn’t use it well enough or fast enough to keep him at bay.

“Keep fighting me, Jennifer, and I’ll have to tell you who I am. My name is the last lock keeping me from remembering who I am and thus waking up from this induced persona. Forgetting has kept the Guardians from knowing me, and kept me hidden and safe up until now, but you’re going to lose and you’re teaching me how to wield the Starheart, so they’re no threat anymore.”

“You can’t… use… Starheart…”

“Don’t make me tell you my name, Jennifer.”

“Can’t… c-can’t use me… I nn-know who you a-are…”

“I don’t want to-- You know who I am? How could you possibly…?”

“My… p-power knows. It r-remembers you. It felt you w-when time began-- felt you when you passed through the beam of my father’s ring and saw the heart of its power - the power of the-- the spectrum? It knows your-- your heart. What you want. What you’ll do if you have it.”

“Then you know what I’ll do to you to get it, don’t you?”

“You can’t,” she said, closing her body’s eyes. Warmth flowed out from her through her limbs. When she realized the truth, it all fell into place. He had no power over her.

“You can’t take the Starheart from me, and you can’t kill me to have it. It isn’t my body-- it isn’t just some genetic fluke. It’s… me. I am the Starheart.”

“No… n-no…” Pteran said, his body moving, his face looking upon her with fear. It was the first time she’d ever seen it there. He stood and backed away, dark energy swirling around his fists.

“You’ve been without a body since the beginning of the universe. You saw it all happen-- the birth of everything. You think that makes you a God. You think you made entropy happen and shaped a central truth about existence, but you didn’t. For all your years and everything you’ve seen and learned, you’re a very small little man at the end of it all. Still the scientist blaming his failures and shortcomings on everyone else - the Maltusians, the council, the universe… God itself, if there was one. You’ve seen forever and you’re still a petty little criminal scrabbling for omnipotence.”

“I’ll have it!” he screamed in desperation, insane fury on his face. He was turning blue, but it wasn’t from his anger. “I’ll have the Starheart no matter the cost! Nothing you love will be safe ever again-- not from me! I will destroy you, and then I will become you! You will never escape my power!”

“You have no power over me, Krona.”

Her body lifted from the table, the bindings that held her snapping and falling away like brittle leaves. She floated upward to the center of the room, and her body glowed such a pure and brilliant green that she looked like the personification of nature and life, rebirth and creation. Her hair swirled around her head, each strand lit from within by the same glow that radiated from her skin. He watched, helplessly struck by the wonder before him, as her bare body mended itself. The skin folded back into place and sealed itself as if it had never been cut.

When she was whole, her eyes opened. Wisps of green energy flowed around her like silken streamers. She looked down on him, and he felt small. He would hate her forever for it.

“Very well, Starheart. You may have it your way.”
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“Holy Hell!” Kyle exclaimed, shielding his eyes against the explosion in the distant skyline. Green light like an emerald sunrise shattered the highest spire on the tallest building in the skyline, and debris from the ruined tower rained down like broken glass.

He remembered himself and hoped he hadn’t given them away, but everyone on the street was looking, too. In their rags and tattered clothes, they looked like beggars on the Qwardian streets. Dozens of people were around he, Katma and G’nort, but nobody was paying them any attention - not with what they had just witnessed.

“I think we just found our Nemesis,” Katma whispered, pulling the other two aside into another alleyway.

“What did I tell you?” Kyle smirked. “The big ‘Dark Crystal’ building! If it looks like a duck, walks like a duck, and quacks like a duck--“

“Stop it,” G’nort groaned. “I haven’t eaten in forever and I’m tryin’ t’stay focused!”

“Come on,” Katma said, already running through the alleys. “We have to move as fast as we can-- time is on their side, now.”
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All pretense of flash and finesse had been discarded and the battle between Hal and Sinestro had at last come down to two men wrestling through space and trading punches, headbutts and whatever else they could get in to hurt the other. There was little talking, little interaction-- just a white-knuckled, all-out brawl.

They stood on the hull of a large space cruiser, perhaps the size of a small house. Sinestro had Jordan in a head-lock, slamming his ringed fist into his face over and over.

“Why-- won’t-- you-- die?!” he snarled, his calm, focused demeanor replaced by a cauldron of rage and emotion. The cold-steel furnace that contained his blistering-hot core was thrown wide open and all his passion was pouring out in pure malice.

He at last twisted Jordan’s neck and hurled him across the length of the cruiser. Hal reached out and grabbed the deck, his ring forming claws that dug in and tore wide gouts in the steel to stop his descent. Sinestro was already in a charge, running across the deck and building a monstrous fist around his own hand to attack. Hal dug his toes in and pushed off, lunging up and over his head. As he tumbled over Sinestro’s shoulders, he grabbed his neck and pulled downward, slamming the back of his head into the steel deck as he landed. It took the wind out of both men, and left Sinestro stunned.

Hal kicked off with his heels and his ring hurtled him around to land on Sinestro’s chest, pinning the other man’s arms under him so he could punch at his face without interruption. His white gloves had ripped and torn, his face was puffy and swollen, split in places from the seemingly endless fight - but Sinestro looked just as beaten for his part in it. Every swing of Jordan’s fist brought a scarlet spray from Sinestro’s face, and though his sneer became gruesome, his eyes lost none of their cold hatred.

Hal kept swinging, wanting desperately to wipe the smug, condescending look off his face, but it wouldn’t go. Those eyes-- they just kept staring up at him; inky black orbs that reflected the darkest parts of a man. Hal hated what he saw there. He rejected it outright. He was not the man Sinestro saw him to be. He was not afraid.

Sweat beaded on his brow and dripped from strands of his hair into his eyes. His vision was turning red. Then he realized it wasn’t psychosomatic - they were falling through Oa’s atmosphere. Sinestro let out a low, menacing laugh; a rasping, gargling, mutilated laugh that was bereft of mirth or enjoyment. It was meant to intimidate him; it froze his spine and chilled his blood. The yellow glow of his ring had pulled them from space and was sending them careening toward the planet’s surface.

Hal used his ring to add enough force to his last punch that it knocked Sinestro through the hull of the ship to fall inside it. He stood and looked around at the flames lapping up from the sides of the ship as it burned in re-entry and took stock of his ring’s power reserves.

Nineteen percent power remaining. He wasn’t going to last long. The ring would protect him from the crash, so there wasn’t any point in wasting energy in flight or trying to change course. Instead, he would just use the cruiser as his chariot, controlling its descent to minimize damage. He closed his eyes in focus and felt the shape of the cruiser beneath a field of his ring’s energy. It surrounded and enclosed the ship, cooling the metal and diverting its course ever so slightly. It wouldn’t crash-land in the city or anywhere near the Central Battery as Sinestro had doubtlessly hoped. No, it would land harmlessly well outside the edges of the Guardians’ stronghold in the vast, rocky landscape of Oa.

“Nice try, Jordan,” Sinestro smiled, rising from the hole in the ship like a phoenix from the ashes. “You even caught my intent long before it would have become obvious. Bravo. But do you think you can best me in a contest of wills?”

“No-- no more games, Sinestro,” Hal said, finding it harder to speak than he’d expected. His voice came halting and rough from his throat, past lips that were swollen and bleeding. “This is it - you and me. And when I beat you, you’re going into a Sciencell to be tried for what you’ve done.”

Sinestro just laughed. “Another trial? You aren’t serious! After that last pathetic fallacy the Guardians call ‘justice’ there’s no way you can believe them fit to try anyone. No, I’ve had enough of you and your hypocritical Green Lantern justice. This cruiser will be your tomb.”

*Sinestro! Return to me immediately,* a disembodied voice spoke through his yellow ring. It was so similar to the way the Guardians communicated with the Green Lanterns that it took Hal a moment to register what was happening.

“No! I have him-- I’m too close to stop now!”

*I don’t care about your petty revenge! You are the General of my army, but it is still my army! You are ordered to return to Qward with the rest of your legions to defend the citadel.*

“The Guardians are nearly--“

*They don’t matter now! Nothing does except victory at the Qwardian citadel.*

“No,” Sinestro rasped as he became transparent, engulfed in sickly golden energy. “No!”

His scream faded as he disappeared. Hal only had a second to process what was happening before he remembered he was riding a flaming wreck toward a mountainous landscape. The crash happened so suddenly he was barely aware of it - it was chaos and turmoil, explosions and rending metal hurled through the sky. The jarring slam of the sudden strike rattled his bones like an ice shaker, and he fell into the jumble of sharp metal and broken electronics with all the grace and control of a hamstrung wildebeest.

Smoke filled his vision, but he stumbled from the wreckage in a protective green aura. His clothing was torn and tattered and his body weak, bruised and bloodied, but he was alive. Any crash you could walk away from was a good one. He looked to the sky and tried to factor how quickly he could get back to the battle.

“The battle is over,” a voice said, and he whirled around to see a single Guardian hovering over the ground. “The Yellow Lanterns have retreated, but we have not yet won.”

“Ganthet,” Hal said, lowering his fist and letting his ring power down. “What are you talking about?”

“Come with me,” the Guardian said by way of explanation. “We haven’t the time to discuss this here.”
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He was dying to put his boot up somebody’s out-hole. Dying. The last half hour of his flight through folded space he kept humming Screaming for Vengeance in his head, wishing he had an mp3 player with him, or that his ring could store music in it. It couldn’t, despite everything else it did, so he had to settle for imagining Rob Halford’s shrill wail and the dual guitar shredding of Tipton and Downing, pumping his fist in agitated preparation for the face he was dying to smash it into.

Dying.

And so it was with no small amount of frustration and regret that Guy Gardner arrived in orbit around Oa to find the battlefield empty of foes. He’d even gotten here faster than usual - much faster - and the fight was already over?

“What-- the-- ffff#####!” he screamed. He charged into the field of Green Lanterns as they drifted closer to each other to check on their brothers-in-arms and survey the damage done. Looking for a face he recognized, he spotted Kilowog and flew with wide eyes and flared nostrils to confront him.

“What’s all this happy horse-sh##?!” he demanded. “I get dragged out of a good potential scrap with future people and whatnot to what was supposed to be a major freaking cluster-f###, and now there’s jack-squat nothin’ and I wanna know what happened!”

“Get in line, Poozer,” Kilowog grunted. He was looking battered enough that it was obvious the fight Guy missed had been a doozey - as if the debris of what looked like a good-sized fleet hadn’t been enough of a giveaway.

“We got hit by a bunch’a freaks with yellow rings,” the hulking Green Lantern drill-instructor continued. “Trying t’put terror into the Corps. Worked on a few, too-- ain’t ever seen anything like it. Then, just before you jokers showed up with the cavalry, they all just disappeared in a flash o’yellow.”

Guy looked around, noticing for the first time that there were hundreds of other Green Lanterns popping in from light-speed and approaching Oa with the same confusion he’d had. He frowned, brows furrowed, and stuck a finger in Kilowog’s face.

“Somebody’s gotta answer for this,” Guy demanded, shoving an accusing finger in his face. “They show up here and p#ss on our lawn? Nuh uh-- no way. Not in my town, not in my friggin’-- friggin’-- house. Who’s in charge, here?”

“Yip yip yip, little doggie,” Kilowog snorted, emerald steam bursting from his nose to add emphasis. He took Guy’s finger between his own meaty thumb and forefinger and twisted it down and away from him. “Don’t go sticking anything in my face you don’t want broke off. You want answers? Get in line. Salaak’s got some explainin’ to do.”

Before Guy could whip off a retort, Kilowog had turned and was making a bee-line for Oa City. Looking around to see if anyone had taken notice of his dressing-down by the senior Corpsman, he nodded to himself in confidence that he hadn’t been seen. Popping his collar and rubbing his nose, he took off to follow.
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“It is the only way,” Ganthet urged the other Guardians as they stood assembled at the base of the Central Battery. “Surely now you can at last listen to my words!”

“Always have we listened,” another Guardian said. “And in all this time, your words haven’t changed.”

Hal was almost at the end of his patience. He was standing there with bickering, little blue men with the power to save… more lives than he could imagine, and yet they were more interested in arguing over who was right and who was wrong; settling ancient arguments instead of getting over themselves and making a decision.

“What’s all this about, Jordan?” Kilowog asked as he landed and strode over to his former charge. Guy Gardner was on his heels, and other Lanterns flew down behind them.

“Glad you made it out alright,” Hal said, clasping forearms with the burly man whose hand could have enclosed his head just as easily. “Ganthet - that’s the little one with the ponytail - he wants to hook me up to the Central Battery so we can open a wormhole to the other dimension the Yellow Lanterns are hiding in and end this war.”

“Hold it - they know where the enemy base is?”

“Apparently so, yeah.”

“And they won’t do this why, exactly?” Kilowog spat incredulously.

“The other Guardians are worried about giving any Lantern direct access to the Central Battery. Absolute power corrupting and all that holier-than-thou garbage.”

“Alright, that is it,” he growled, pushing past Hal and marching up to the Guardians in their hovering circle. “You have got some frakkin’ balls!” he yelled, his deep voice rumbling in his cavernous chest.

“You forget your place, Lantern Kilowog,” a Guardian said dismissively.

“No, I don’t think I do,” he snarled. “But I think you might. This is the first time you’ve tasted fresh air in years - breath it in and get your damn heads cleared!”

“Corpsman! You are just about--“

“I ain’t even close! We-- are-- dying out there! I’ve been training Lanterns longer than most of those men in space have been wearing the ring, and I was slinging in my sector a decade before that. In all that time, you ever seen this many Green Lanterns dying in defense of the code?”

“We have higher concerns--“

“There are no higher concerns, you--” the mountainous alien was struggling to contain his anger, but kept himself focused. “My brothers bleed for you. We die for you. We live and breath for the cause you built the Corps to symbolize-- that we all fight for and are suffering for. I just watched brave Corpsmen die in ways no sentient being deserves, and I couldn’t do spit to save them because my life was on the line, my Corps was on the line, and my Guardians were on the line!

“But that’s the job, and that’s what a Green Lantern does. In brightest day, in blackest night - our code; our life. And right now, we’ve got living nightmares with yellow rings that we can’t beat killing us for sport-- meaning to end the Corps and raze Oa like a roman candle. We’re staring down the worst threat to sentient life across the known universe in recorded history. We know where they are, and we know what they want… And you won’t let us win this war?”

“There is no certainty that allowing Jordan to enter the Central Battery would mean victory,” a Guardian said.

“Not alone, no,” Kilowog rumbled. “But no Green Lantern is alone. He’ll have the Corps. We win this fight on this day - end it now and forever - or else we lose for all time. We will never get another shot at this. They’re running wounded and scared, and we’re raring to go. Let us fight for you. Let us win.”

“The Starheart is born,” Ganthet pressed. “Surely you have felt it, brothers. Things are changing - the balance is shifting. If we do not act now while we still have hope of an advantage, all could be lost.”

“Our grip on the reins of the future is slipping,” another nodded somberly. “We must take back control.”

“And he who returns now,” another said. “He is the Deathbringer. Seer of the origins of the Universe-- he is Entropy.”

“He is Krona,” a bitter Guardian spat. “Nothing more.”

“If he is so easily disregarded by you,” Ganthet spoke. “Then perhaps our victory is more assured than even Lantern Kilowog claims.”

He turned to the rest of the Guardians and spread his arms. “We have hidden in fear of the unknown enemy at our gates. Now he stands revealed as no less than our most ancient and abiding foe. Is this not what we created the Central Battery for? What we have trained our Green Lanterns to be sentinels against? If we will not stand for them now as we bade them stand for us, we will all fall utterly and forever into darkness.”

One after another, the Guardians looked to each other and nodded. The last remained stubbornly still, but even he relented and nodded his affirmation.

“Hal Jordan, Green Lantern Prime of Sector 2814,” they spoke as one. “Step forward and rise.”

The Guardians lifted into the air, taking position at even intervals around the entrance to the massive lantern-shaped structure that was the Central Battery of Oa. Green energy hummed within, and as Hal floated up to where they hovered, he could feel it pulsating as if it was his heart pumping blood through his veins.

“You have been chosen to enter the Battery, source of all Green Lanterns’ might. You shall be rejuvenated and empowered for this great commission - to cross the veil between matter and anti-matter universes and defeat our enemies on Qward. End the threat of the Yellow Lantern Corps, and destroy the menace of Krona forever.”

“Do you accept?” Ganthet asked.

“I have a condition,” he said, looking ahead at the opening at the heart of the fifty-story high lantern.

”You are being offered an honor none has ever received in the history of the Green Lantern Corps, and you make demands of us in return?” a Guardian said in surprise.

“Yeah, I do,” he said flatly. “You have us fighting your battles, but you won’t be honest with us. Ganthet hinted that there was a way our rings could beat the yellow impurity, but he never came out and told us how. I’ll lead your army to victory, if that’s what you want, but you’ll tell us how to beat their rings first.”

“Very well,” an older-looking Guardian spoke, his face a mass of lines and weariness. “It is not the color yellow itself, but the emotion at its core. All of life’s core emotions exist within a spectrum, and resonate within a particular color of light. Yellow is the color of fear, and your rings have a natural aversion to it.”

“To defeat the impurity,” another continued. “You must recognize the fear in yourselves. The Yellow Lanterns use fear to shape light into golden constructs, and they turn your fear into a weapon against you just as you turn your willpower into shields of defense-- but you are defenseless against that which you do not acknowledge.”

“The enemy most terrible is that which you refuse to see.”

“Recognize the fear in your heart and overcome that fear. Only then can your rings work against yellow.”

“I thought Green Lanterns were chosen because we’re fearless,” Hal said.

“No being is truly fearless,” Ganthet nodded simply. “But all can overcome their fears. Recognize this and acknowledge that you are afraid, and then your will shall defeat the block in the ring because you will finally see it before you.”

“Are you now satisfied?” a Guardian asked.

“Yes. I’m ready.”

“Then… enter.”
_______________________________________

“How close are we?” Kyle asked as they ran faster through the back-alleys of Qward to get to the dark tower at its heart.

“Closer,” Katma said.

“What’s up there?” G’nort said, pointing upward. They all looked up to see several yellow streaks soaring past above the tops of the buildings. At first it didn’t seem any different from the other patrols they had hidden from, but then…

“Alan,” Kyle said. “They’ve got Alan, I can-- feel it, somehow. I don’t know-- we’ve just got to get up there.”

“We aren’t close enough to the citadel to reveal our position!”

“At the rate they’re flying we’ll lose them too fast,” Kyle insisted, tearing off the rags of his disguise. “We have surprise on our side and getting any closer to that tower won’t do much.”

“We can’t risk it for one man,” Katma insisted authoritatively.

“Sorry,” Kyle sighed, his ring flaring. “You can go on without me, if you want. But I’m here as his backup - I’m not leaving him to those monsters alone.”

“Kyle, wait!” Katma shouted, but he was already in flight. She punched a fist into her open hand and wondered if all Earth men were this impetuous.

“Umm… what’re we gonna do, Kat Kat?” G’nort whimpered, shifting his weight from one foot to the other.

“Come on,” she said, her ring lighting up and burning her disguise away in an instant. “Lanterns take care of our own-- and besides, we have a better chance with both of them than we do on our own.”
_______________________________________

Jade was alight with power, a soft emerald sphere of light surrounding her as she hovered above the ground of the spire that had once been enclosed but was now open to the air around them. A gentle breeze was blowing, and it felt good on her bare skin. Only part of her was registering the feel of the wind, the warmth of the daylight on her body, the taste of freedom on her lips. The rest of her was focused on Krona.

Each blast from his opened hands tore away another part of what was Pteran Ryde. Powerful bolts of sickly gold glanced off her protective field of green, deflected into the sky above where they exploded harmlessly. Every time he fired anew, flesh tore from his hands and arms - energy lanced down his limbs, shredding the soft, gently silvered skin of the man she’d loved-- the man who never existed.

Like a snake shedding its skin, Krona was discarding the visage of Pteran Ryde, Green Lantern, and revealing his own. Deep blue skin stretched taut over pulsating muscles, lines worn in his palms showing great age even as his physical strength defied it. It was the body he’d worn when last he had had one, magnified by his ego and his lust for power into a more majestic form. The skin of his face was cracking at the edges. Black hair was threading through the shining silver and short, stiff black hairs were pushing out from his lip and chin in a sharp-pointed goatee.

His new body pulsed and shook and throbbed as it grew out of the old. He would be taller than Pteran had been, and thicker. Gone were the slender lines, the sleek, lean muscles. In there place was a barrel-chested, broad shouldered archetype of menace, power and cruelty. His teeth ground against each other, Pteran's lips hanging limply form Krona's own. Pieces of the old being hung in tattered shreds off of the glistening new body.

He’d said nothing since their battle had begun, but kept throwing more and more at her. She stayed on the defensive largely because she was still recovering her strength and, though she tried to hide it, she still didn’t know how to control all this power she’d found in herself. It was there, a wellspring of energy that felt boundless and everlasting, but she didn’t have the first clue how to work it to its fullest potential.

Instead she focused on deflecting his attacks and hoping that he would wear himself out while she figured out what to do next. It wasn’t working. Whether or not he’d meant what he’d said about learning how to use her power while inside her body, he seemed to be throwing around as much power as she felt inside herself. It even felt similar to her own, though colder and more frightening than comforting.

He pulled back and stretched his arms out, seeming to flex every muscle in his body at once. As he did it, the last of Pteran’s skin tore free and fell from him in flakes to the floor. Krona was now whole, but not yet alive. His body flickered and shook as if it were a projection from a crooked reel of misaligned tape. Not real, then-- not solid matter and flesh, but coalesced energy in the shape of a man.

He can't take physical form, she realized, though she didn't know how she knew. That's why he needed my body. Not just for my power, but because he's nothing but raw energy without a host body to control.

“I have the measure of you now, little girl,” he smiled. “For all your potential, you’re still a frail, naïve child playing at being a goddess. And though alone you might have been able to stall me long enough to deny my plans, I’ve never been one to take risks when I wasn’t certain of success.”

At that moment, golden lights lit up all around the tower. Small orbs at first, they lengthened and grew until silhouettes of figures stepped through them and into the air. Men, women and monsters of all sizes they were, but their one common element was that they could have stepped out of a nightmare and into life. Twisted and cruel, their faces looked at her like they were sizing her up for a meal-- or worse. Much, much worse.

The last face to appear was the only one she recognized.

“Nudity becomes you, my dear,” Sinestro said coldly, not even a trace of a smile on his ruby face. “Is this what we’ve been brought back for? The defeat and humiliation of a young girl?”

“I am the Starheart,” she said, letting herself feel confident in the words despite herself. She felt for the warmth within to bolster her in the face of these horrors with yellow rings of power. “Whatever your planning, it’s all over now. I’m ending Krona on this tower-- you can fall with him or step aside.”

Dull laughter was her only response; sparse cackling dotting the soundscape. “I don’t think so, child,” Sinestro said, moustache twitching.

At that moment, the sky seemed to fill with green. It was everywhere at once, surrounding and infusing them. Jade thought it was her, for a moment, but her power fluttered in familiarity with its source.

“Back away from her,” Hal Jordan spoke, and his voice echoed throughout the city. A hole was torn in the sky by a corona of green energy, and he was its source. He was a ring-construct a hundred feet high, but she could see his true body at its chest. He radiated power like a jet engine throttling to supersonic. It was magnificent.

"A fine show, Jordan," Sinestro hissed. "But you're not dealing with superstitious fools - we know what a power ring is capable of. Most of my warriors were once Green Lanterns themselves! No matter your perceived size, you're still a small, petty little human with delusions of grandeur."

"Not today," Hal smirked. "I've got a straight line to the Central Battery fueling me, now-- and I'm not just one man."

His arms spread and the body he'd built of his will became a portal through which poured the Green Lantern Corps. With Kilowog and Guy Gardner roaring at the head, Jade smiled at their rescue. Her inner power grew with their presence, as if proximity with emerald ring-bearers multiplied her access to the source. Whatever it was, she felt stronger now than ever before, and for the first time thought she could win without having to die to do it.

"Don't be blinded by your fleeting taste of godhood, boy," Krona said. Yellow and Green Lanterns were charging in to war with each other, but he stood still and calm like the eye of a hurricane. Lights flashed all around, and he began to grow. His size doubled, then quadrupled, sparking with a strange static glow and leaking energy as his protoplasmic body multiplied in size by the moment until he was nearly as large as Hal had become.

"You're a child playing games," Krona smiled evilly, his hands glowing yellow. "While I-- I have seen the origins of the Universe! I was present at the dawn of time, and bathed in the energies of creation! I am the death of the Green Lantern Corps!"

"You're just a fear-monger who's too old and too stupid to see he's past his prime," Hal said. "You want power? Taste this."

The emerald energy of the Guardians poured out from his construct-body like the torrential waves of the ocean. They slammed against Krona, but he was not moved. He pushed back with his own energy, just as forceful and just as relentless. Green and yellow ring-generated blasts, bolts and constructs flew through the air, exploding all around like a two-toned Fourth of July, and at the center of it all Hal and Krona battled for supremacy.

But already Jade could see that it wasn't going to last. Hal was growing smaller, his absorbed energy depleting quickly as he protected himself and tried to strike Krona down. At the same time, Krona's power was diminishing as well - perhaps from exhaustion, perhaps drawn off by the power of the Central Battery, but the end result was that he was being drained almost as fast as Hal was.

He's nothing but his power, she thought. If he expends that power too quickly, he loses cohesion… He can be beaten if we just--

"Focus on Krona!" she yelled out, and every Green Lantern could hear it. "He's weakening!"

She added her own energy to Hal's and they fought him together. Other Green Lanterns joined the battle, and Sinestro drove his own forces to strike them down while they were distracted.

"Jenny!" a voice cried out to her, and her heart leapt to her throat. She turned to see her father flying toward her.

"Daddy!" she yelled, but the momentary distraction was enough for Krona to capitalize with a pulse-wave of energy that dropped nearly everyone around him. She fell far, landing hard on the roof of a nearby building. Her skin still glowed, but she felt much less confident than she had moments before.

"Jenny," Alan called to her as he landed by her side and held her to his chest.

"I thought he would kill you," she sniffled, tears welling in her eyes. "He said-- he said--"

"Doesn't matter, honey," he smiled at her. "Daddy's here, now. We're going to come out of this now, you and me."

"We can't-- we can't leave until Krona is dead," she said, remembering the stakes and pulling herself together. "He's evil, Dad-- not like super-villain evil, but pure, absolute, irredeemable, the-devil-himself evil. He won't stop trying to kill us all until he's dead… we don't have a choice."

"I know, honey. I brought help-- we're going to do this together."

As she stood up, the glow around her body subsided to a gentle hum and clothing formed over her in the shape of her uniform. She smiled with relief when she saw Katma and G'nort, hugging the woman and scratching behind the dog-man's ears until his leg twitched uncontrollably. Kyle said hello, but they had no time to dwell on introductions.

"We have to get back up there," Jade said. "This has to end here and now."

They took flight in formation and landed back on the tower where Krona and Sinestro stood, commanding the Yellow Lanterns in the battle that raged all around them. Jade and her flanks walked with perfect calm through the hail-storm of lights and showering sparks.

"Krona!" she shouted. He smiled at her, still many times larger than a normal man. When he laughed, it was a booming sound like cannons in the night. "You've been waiting billions of years for me, right? Here I am. Let's finish this."

"Too true, Jennifer," he grinned. "It's well past time our dance reached its conclusion."

"Never was much of a dancer," she said, putting up her fists. "You might wind up stepped on."

Krona just laughed in response, but Sinestro was outraged. "The gall! You humans think you're the center of the universe-- the cornerstone of all life. You're just a collection of backward, ignorant, hairless apes, capable of little more than procreation and warfare."

"I resemble that remark," Guy Gardner guffawed, landing by Kyle. "Us Earth-men gotta stick together, right? I mean, I sure as hell ain't gonna take that kinda crack from a guy what dresses himself like that. Hey, Cinnamon-- your mommy still cut your hair or did you pick out that style yourself?"

"Stop it!" Katma shouted. "Enough! Sin'nus-- it doesn't have to be this way…"

"Oh, dear child," he said without a hint of kindness. "So blindly loyal, even in the face of overwhelming evidence. You were very nearly my finest accomplishment-- if only you'd had the skill to put weight to your words."

"Sin'nus, no…"

"That name has no meaning for me! I am Sinestro, and you are doomed."

"I won't fight you," she pleaded.

"And you won't have to," Hal said, striking the ground with a splash of green light. “Because I’m going to.”

Jade could tell that most of the extra energy he'd powered himself with was now gone, but he was still feeling a hundred feet tall.

"Kat-- we can beat their rings," he called out. "You'll be afraid, just get over it - that's the secret. See your fear and overcome it; don't be blind to it. If you can do that, these yellow b#stards are just dominoes waiting to be tipped."

"Very well," Krona said, crackling with barely contained power. "For right, for ruin, let us have our end!"

"Bring it on, chump," Guy smiled.
_______________________________________


The Green Lantern Corps:

Hal Jordan (E Unl Green Lantern) - 125
- w/ Force Field - 10
E Katma Tui - 89
E Jade - 92
R G'nort - 70
Tomar Tu (E Tomar Re) - 111
Guy Gardner (V JL Green Lantern) - 133
- w/ Endurance - 5
- w/ Drag - 5
- w/ Opportunist - 10
LE Kyle Rayner - 135
E Or Sentinel (Alan Scott) - 158

Total: 943

Vs.

The Yellow Lantern Corps:

Krona (Anti-Monitor: Destroyer) - 600
V Cr Sinestro - 146

Total: 746

Map: Apartment Complex

Ummm....yes please

Well I am surprised I didn't get to take on Duel again but Krona will be tough enough.

Initiative: 6,1=7
Objects: 2,5=7

initiative: 3
Objects: 9

On to you ALC

The Green Lantern Corps:

1) Hal Jordan (E Unl Green Lantern) - 125 M2
- w/ Force Field - 10
2) E Katma Tui - 89 I2
3) E Jade - 92 J2
4) R G'nort - 70 K1
5) Tomar Tu (E Tomar Re) - 111 H2
6) Guy Gardner (V JL Green Lantern) - 133 N2
- w/ Endurance - 5
- w/ Drag - 5
- w/ Opportunist - 10
7) LE Kyle Rayner - 135 L2
8) E Or Sentinel (Alan Scott) - 158 K2

Total: 943

Vs.

The Yellow Lantern Corps:

Krona (Anti-Monitor: Destroyer) - 600
V Cr Sinestro - 146

Total: 746

Objects:
LO: M5, Q10
HO: R13

Map: http://www.ianparmenter.com/hcutils/...8p2=x-754y-125

[quote=ALC Marauder;4039467]The Green Lantern Corps:

1) Hal Jordan (E Unl Green Lantern) - 125 M2
- w/ Force Field - 10
2) E Katma Tui - 89 I2
3) E Jade - 92 J2
4) R G'nort - 70 K1
5) Tomar Tu (E Tomar Re) - 111 H2
6) Guy Gardner (V JL Green Lantern) - 133 N2
- w/ Endurance - 5
- w/ Drag - 5
- w/ Opportunist - 10
7) LE Kyle Rayner - 135 L2
8) E Or Sentinel (Alan Scott) - 158 K2

Total: 943

Vs.

The Yellow Lantern Corps:

Krona (Anti-Monitor: Destroyer) - 600 - M/N-23/24
V Cr Sinestro - 146 - I-23

Total: 746

Objects:
LO: M5, Q10, M17
HO: R13, J-12, I-17

Map: http://www.ianparmenter.com/hcutils/...5&g1=x-67y-268

I had to pull all the figures out and decide how to go about this. That is why it is taking me a bit to get going. Also I find going first requires a lot more thought than reacting to others moves.

Turn 1a:
Free) Kyle Perplexes Hal's movement to 11.

1) Hal moves to R13. Come on Sinestro!

2) Guy Gardner moves to Q10.

3) Katma Tui moves to J12.

The Green Lantern Corps:

1) Hal Jordan (E Unl Green Lantern) - 125 M2
- w/ Force Field - 10
2) E Katma Tui - 89 I2
3) E Jade - 92 J2
4) R G'nort - 70 K1
5) Tomar Tu (E Tomar Re) - 111 H2
6) Guy Gardner (V JL Green Lantern) - 133 Q10
- w/ Endurance - 5
- w/ Drag - 5
- w/ Opportunist - 10
7) LE Kyle Rayner - 135 L2
8) E Or Sentinel (Alan Scott) - 158 K2

Total: 943

Vs.

The Yellow Lantern Corps:

Krona (Anti-Monitor: Destroyer) - 600 - M/N-23/24
V Cr Sinestro - 146 - I-23

Total: 746

Objects:
LO: M5, Q10, M17
HO: R13, J-12, I-17

Map: http://www.ianparmenter.com/hcutils/...5&g1=x-67y-268

Hal rushed out to the front and positioned himself on a antenna like structure on top of a building.

"Come on Sinestro! Let's finish this!" He sensed that his opponent was on the other side of a building and braced himself for the attack that he knew was comming.

Guy leaped up and his ring flared "Cowabunga!" He headed at the nearest yellow light. "Gardner! Forget the Yellow Lanterns, go for Korona!" Yelled Allan. "Those pansies killed or hurt my friends. They deserve a personal bu tt kicking by yours truely!" Kyle had read the papers and knew more about Guy than Allan. "I don't know Allan, he might be too big for him. Let him go."

"TOO BIG FOR ME!" Yelled Guy, "I was smacking guys like that down for breakfast while you were in pampers boyo." Guy veered off and streaked like a comet towards Korona. Allan shook his head and looked again at Jade. "What is it with you young people these days?"

1) Anti Monitor moves to M-N/17-18.

Free) AM outwits Hal's RCE.

Free) Sinestro perplexes his speed +1.

2) Sinestro RS to I-17, attacking Hal. AV 10 on DV 18+1. Needs 9. Rolls 6. That's a miss

The Green Lantern Corps:

1) Hal Jordan (E Unl Green Lantern) - 125 M2
- w/ Force Field - 10
2) E Katma Tui - 89 I2
3) E Jade - 92 J2
4) R G'nort - 70 K1
5) Tomar Tu (E Tomar Re) - 111 H2
6) Guy Gardner (V JL Green Lantern) - 133 Q10
- w/ Endurance - 5
- w/ Drag - 5
- w/ Opportunist - 10
7) LE Kyle Rayner - 135 L2
8) E Or Sentinel (Alan Scott) - 158 K2

Total: 943

Vs.

The Yellow Lantern Corps:

Krona (Anti-Monitor: Destroyer) - 600 - M-N/17-18 @
V Cr Sinestro - 146 - I-17 @

Total: 746

Objects:
LO: M5, Q10, M17
HO: R13, J-12, I-17

Map: http://www.ianparmenter.com/hcutils/...&g1=x-254y-269

Turn 2a:
1) G'Nort moves to L7.

Free) Kyle will Perplex his attack to 11.

2) Kyle will RS to N7 and attack Korona. Def. 18 - att. 11 = need 7. Rolled 3,3=6 miss. G'Nort provides a PC Reroll 1,1 =2 CRIT MISS! Oh the write up for that will be fun. Kyle takes a click.

Free) Tomar Tu will Perplex his Attack to 11.

3) Tomar Tu will RS to K7 and shoot Korona. Def. 18 - att. 11 = need 7. Rolled 3,1=4 miss.

4) E Jade will TK Sentinel to J10.

5) Sentinel will shoot Korona. Def. 18 - Att. 10 = need 8. Rolled 2,2=4 miss.

6) Hal Pushes (Willpower) and shoots at Sinestro. Def. 18 + 1 Hindering - 10 attack = need 9. Rolled 3,2=5 miss.

Man was that a wiff of an alpha strike. Even PC didn't help me! :'(

The Green Lantern Corps:

1) Hal Jordan (E Unl Green Lantern) - 125 R13 @1@2
- w/ Force Field - 10
2) E Katma Tui - 89 I2
3) E Jade - 92 J2 @2
4) R G'nort - 70 L7 @2
5) Tomar Tu (E Tomar Re) - 111 K7 @2
6) Guy Gardner (V JL Green Lantern) - 133 Q10
- w/ Endurance - 5
- w/ Drag - 5
- w/ Opportunist - 10
7) LE Kyle Rayner - 135 N7 (6/7) @2
8) E Or Sentinel (Alan Scott) - 158 J10 @2

Total: 943

Vs.

The Yellow Lantern Corps:

Krona (Anti-Monitor: Destroyer) - 600 - M-N/17-18 @
V Cr Sinestro - 146 - I-17 @

Total: 746

Objects:
LO: M5, Q10, M17
HO: R13, J-12, I-17

Map: http://www.ianparmenter.com/hcutils/...&g1=x-254y-269

YLC 2B

"My power to you my lord." Sinestro said, on single knee, offering his yellow power to the demi-god.

Free) Sinestro perplexes Anti-Monitor's damage +1.

"Thank you my pet." He said, merely a mutter to himself, but a booming sound that shattered glass below. With a single outstretched palm, he voiced.

"You, animal. You inspire your friends and allies. In order for fear to prevail, hope must be extinguished." With that, a violent energy raveled itself around G'nort, pinning him to the ground viciously, causing him to scream out, demoralizing the spirit's of the Corps.

Free) Anti-Monitor outwits G'Nort's PC

"And you, fools. Among you, are, 'Tacticians'. 'Leaders'. Your 'Scientists' and your 'ruffians'. None of this is important. I will now instill you, a lesson. A lesson of fear. You start with the youth, where hope is derived." He mentioned, blasting Kyle with pure antimatter, slamming him into the building behind him. His shield, only barely holding up. "With the youth, and therefore the future gone, you rely on not your leaders, but your tactician's and scientists, the wisest of the people, to show the leaders the path of action. Without direction, hope is lost." He said, unleashing beams of force from his eyes, hitting Kyle and Tomar Tu squarely. With a scream, Kyle was out of the fight, Tomar Tu badly injured.

Krona Multi-Attacks:

1a) Krona dual targets Kyle and Tomar Tu. AV 12 on DV's 17 (Kyle) and 18+1 (Tomar). Needs 5 for Kyle, and 7 for Tomar. Rolls 6, which means Kyle takes all 4 damage (4-1+1).

1b) Krona dual targets Kyle and Tomar again. AV 12 on DV 15 (Kyle) and 18+1 (Tomar). Needs 3 for Kyle, 7 for Tomar. Rolls 7. Krona will deal 2 damage to each, and with Psychic Blast it all sticks. Kyle's KOed, and Tomar takes 2.

"Learn thy lesson Green Lanterns. Bow before me."

The Green Lantern Corps:

1) Hal Jordan (E Unl Green Lantern) - 125 R13 @1@2
- w/ Force Field - 10
2) E Katma Tui - 89 I2
3) E Jade - 92 J2 @2
4) R G'nort - 70 L7 @2
5) Tomar Tu (E Tomar Re) - 111 (5/7) K7 @2
6) Guy Gardner (V JL Green Lantern) - 133 Q10
- w/ Endurance - 5
- w/ Drag - 5
- w/ Opportunist - 10
7) LE Kyle Rayner - 135 N7 (0/7) **KOed**
8) E Or Sentinel (Alan Scott) - 158 J10 @2

Total: 943

Vs.

The Yellow Lantern Corps:

Krona (Anti-Monitor: Destroyer) - 600 - M-N/17-18 @@
V Cr Sinestro - 146 - I-17

Total: 746

Objects:
LO: M5, Q10, M17
HO: R13, J-12, I-17

Map: http://www.ianparmenter.com/hcutils/...&g1=x-254y-269

Man that Multi attack is nasty. You can effectively wipe out 2 characters per turn every turn. I needed to at least make a dent in you that first attack. I don't think we are going to pull this one out.

Turn 3a:
1) E Katma Tui will attack Korona. Def. 18 - att. 10 = need 8. Rolled 6,1=7 miss again.

2) Guy Gardner moves to P17.

The Green Lantern Corps:

1) Hal Jordan (E Unl Green Lantern) - 125 R13
- w/ Force Field - 10
2) E Katma Tui - 89 I2 @3
3) E Jade - 92 J2
4) R G'nort - 70 L7
5) Tomar Tu (E Tomar Re) - 111 (5/7) K7
6) Guy Gardner (V JL Green Lantern) - 133 P17 @3
- w/ Endurance - 5
- w/ Drag - 5
- w/ Opportunist - 10
7) LE Kyle Rayner - 135 N7 (0/7) **KOed**
8) E Or Sentinel (Alan Scott) - 158 J10

Total: 943

Vs.

The Yellow Lantern Corps:

Krona (Anti-Monitor: Destroyer) - 600 - M-N/17-18 @@
V Cr Sinestro - 146 - I-17

Total: 746

Objects:
LO: M5, Q10, M17
HO: R13, J-12, I-17

Map: http://www.ianparmenter.com/hcutils/...&g1=x-254y-269

YLC Turn 3

"Let fear guide me" Sinestro said, launching an assault on Katma Tui.

Free) Sinestro perplexes Krona's damage +1

Free) Krona outwits Gnort's PC again.

1) Sinestro uses telekinesis to launch the HO under Katma at Katma. AV 10 on DV 17, needs 7. Rolls 9. That's 3 to Katma, HO destroyed.

Krona Multi-Attacks

1a) Krona assaults Hal and Guy. AV 12 on DV 18+1 and 16. Needs 7 for Hal, 4 for Guy w/ Psyblast. Rolls 6, which means Guy takes 4.

1b) Krona dual targets Guy and G'Nort. AV 12 on DV 15+2+1 (Gnort) and DV 16 (Guy). Needs 6 for G'Nort, and 4 for Guy. Rolls 5. That's 4 more to Guy for the KO.

The Green Lantern Corps:

1) Hal Jordan (E Unl Green Lantern) - 125 R13
- w/ Force Field - 10
2) E Katma Tui - 89 (5/8) I2 @3
3) E Jade - 92 J2
4) R G'nort - 70 L7
5) Tomar Tu (E Tomar Re) - 111 (5/7) K7
6) Guy Gardner (V JL Green Lantern) - 133 (0/8) **KOed**3
- w/ Endurance - 5
- w/ Drag - 5
- w/ Opportunist - 10
7) LE Kyle Rayner - 135 N7 (0/7) **KOed**
8) E Or Sentinel (Alan Scott) - 158 J10

Total: 943

Vs.

The Yellow Lantern Corps:

Krona (Anti-Monitor: Destroyer) - 600 - M-N/17-18 @@
V Cr Sinestro - 146 - I-17 @

Total: 746

Objects:
LO: M5, Q10, M17
HO: R13, J-12, I-17

Map: http://www.ianparmenter.com/hcutils/...&g1=x-254y-269

I don't think you can Psychic Blast a character you are in base contact with. Even a Colossal figure. You can Psychic blast other characters, because he can ignore characters basing him but he has to use a close combat on Guy. Right? Well we can assume his is Koed because I don't think it is going to matter.

Turn 4a:
1) Tormar Tu will move to J11.

2) G'Nort will move to I4.

3) Sentinel will shoot Krona. Def. 18 - att. 10 = need 8. Rolled 6,3=9 hit! Finally! Krona takes 3 + 1 Tomar's Enhancement - 2 Inv = 2 clicks.

4) Hal will shoot Krona. Def. 17 - att. 10 = need 7. Rolled 3,6=9 hit again! Krona takes 2 + 2 RCE - 2 Inv = 2 clicks.

I just want to know how they arrived at 600 points for the Anti-Monitor. He is way undercosted.

The Green Lantern Corps:

1) Hal Jordan (E Unl Green Lantern) - 125 R13 @4
- w/ Force Field - 10
2) E Katma Tui - 89 (5/8) I2
3) E Jade - 92 k11 @4
4) R G'nort - 70 I4 @4
5) Tomar Tu (E Tomar Re) - 111 (5/7) J11 @4
6) Guy Gardner (V JL Green Lantern) - 133 (0/8) **KOed**3
- w/ Endurance - 5
- w/ Drag - 5
- w/ Opportunist - 10
7) LE Kyle Rayner - 135 N7 (0/7) **KOed**
8) E Or Sentinel (Alan Scott) - 158 J10 @4

Total: 943

Vs.

The Yellow Lantern Corps:

Krona (Anti-Monitor: Destroyer) - 600 - (13/17) M-N/17-18 @@
V Cr Sinestro - 146 - I-17 @

Total: 746

Objects:
LO: M5, Q10, M17
HO: R13, J-12, I-17

Map: http://www.ianparmenter.com/hcutils/...&g1=x-254y-269

Turn 5

Actually, with your ability to TK yo-yo me (Tk out, attack, TK back), I fiured you woulda had the edge . And I'm also nigh positive that Krona could Psyblast Guy. There's no specific exceptions to 'He can make raned attacks when based' to whether that's against adjacent opponents or not.

Free) Sinestro perplexes Krona's Attack +1

Krona Multi-Attacks:

1a) Krona Dual Targets Katma and Hal. AV 11 on DV 18+1 and 17, needs 8 and 6 respectively. Rolls 7, so that's 2 to Katma.

1b) Krona Psyblasts Hal and Katma again. AV 11 on DV 18+1 and DV 16. Needs 5 and 8 respectively. Rolls 10. That'll be 2 to Hal.

The Green Lantern Corps:

1) Hal Jordan (E Unl Green Lantern) - 125 (6/8) R13 @4
- w/ Force Field - 10
2) E Katma Tui - 89 (3/8) I2
3) E Jade - 92 k11 @4
4) R G'nort - 70 I4 @4
5) Tomar Tu (E Tomar Re) - 111 (5/7) J11 @4
6) Guy Gardner (V JL Green Lantern) - 133 (0/8) **KOed**3
- w/ Endurance - 5
- w/ Drag - 5
- w/ Opportunist - 10
7) LE Kyle Rayner - 135 N7 (0/7) **KOed**
8) E Or Sentinel (Alan Scott) - 158 J10 @4

Total: 943

Vs.

The Yellow Lantern Corps:

Krona (Anti-Monitor: Destroyer) - 600 - (13/17) M-N/17-18 @@
V Cr Sinestro - 146 - I-17

Total: 746

Objects:
LO: M5, Q10, M17
HO: R13, J-12, I-17

Map: http://www.ianparmenter.com/hcutils/...&g1=x-254y-260