Green Lantern ring held out in front of him, Varn Tharas glided through the air of his home planet, Rann. He didn’t need the jetpack construct, but it was a part of the Rannian national garb, and made him feel more at home. In fact, Varn had modified his entire Green Lantern [url=http://i1174.photobucket.com/albums/r607/riurikid/hm3-beta_zps98c82f09.png]uniform[/url] to look more Rannian: most of the uniform was green, with white straps formed an “X” across his chest, gloves and boots in the Rannian style, all topped off with a Rannian soldier’s helmet.

“Varn-o! How are you, my boy?” Sarnth Tharas greeted his son. “Come back here to see your old man, finally? All’s calm in the cosmos?”

“Dad, don’t act like it’s been so long. I saw you last time I was planetside,” Varn replied, floating to floor and dissipating his jetpack.

“You were busy saving the world. Besides, ya had that [i]dasting parchuuk[/i] with you.” Sarnth spat at the memory.

“I know dad. I might have been young when Mom died, but I still remember that day…” Varn lost his thoughts in the memory. People screaming, people dying. It was a war, after all. Varn shook his head to return it to the present. “I know he’s from Thanagar, but he’s the other Green Lantern of this sector. As much as I hate to, I have to work with him occasionally.”

“Just don’t bring him round here. Rann may not be at war anymore, but we haven’t forgotten,” Sarnth said. “Don’t you forget, my boy. Ever.” The two sat brooding over the past. Finally, Sarnth broke the silence. “So what did you come all the way to Rann for? Surely not to visit this dusty museum,” he said, gesturing to the skeletons of prehistoric creatures that surrounded and dwarfed the two of them.

“I just thought I’d stop in before going back to Oa. I have to report in to the blue munchkins. And don’t call it dusty! I love this place! It’s practically where I grew up, after all. Look,” Varn said, and with a flash of his ring, created a construct.

“Ah! the razor-mouth sea-devil, the scourge of the seas from over a million years ago,” Sarnth marveled at the construct. “That was always one of your favorites as a boy, I remember. It’s good to see you still know where you came from. Don’t loose that out in the stars, my boy. Remember, you are a son of Rann first, son of mine second, and then maybe a Green Lantern a distant third. Blood’s thicker than light.” He chuckled at his own joke, but the sentiment was deadly serious.

“I won’t, Dad… Rann above all.” Varn recited the motto, but wasn’t sure if it rang true.