Magnar's face contorted strangely as he tried not to show his unease at Salaak's appearance. He was still getting used to all the myriad creatures the universe had to offer. Where he came from if something looked different from ya then there was a good chance it was trying to kill you, or you were trying to kill it. [i]Different rules now though. Just hope I'm not so old that I can't change to suit em.[/i] Salaak began to outline the mission they'd been set (although Magnar had to admit he bristled a little at being called a rookie. Been a long time since he'd thought of himself as anything but old.) Sounded like some punk named Larfleeze was raiding a defenceless planet, and the lantern's were to sally forth and smite the bugger. The recruits were to be bolstered by a senior member, a big armoured looking fella by name of Stel. Magnar was uncomfortably reminded of the steel golem's that warlocks employed back on his planet, used to terrorise those foolish enough to cross the Mage's council. 

Stel had them recharge at the Central battery before leading the charge to sector 1861. 

Magnar's inexperience with the ring was telling during the hyperspace flight, his style considerably less graceful than his comrades. Kilowog, the Corps drillmaster, had told him that his flying problem was a mental failing rather than a physical one, that Magnar lacked confidence in flight which translated to a lacklustre ability to soar. Sounded like black magic to the Undying, though he never said as much to the senior lantern. 

He was so deep in concentration trying to keep up with the young'uns that he almost missed one of them griping about the mission at hand. Big long speech the boy had too, obviously brewing since he'd first heard of their mission. The Undying usually didn't waste too much time on moaner's, but the lad was raising some valid points. After all, the danger was likely to be extremely high if this 'Larfleeze' had managed to subdue a whole planet on his lonesome. 

“Doubt they're just gonna throw us away lad, good soldiers are had to come by. Either way, we've got a job to do, and once you set yourself to a job it's best you just keep moving forwards. Double guessing yourself gets you nothing but a whole lotta dead.” Replied Magnar, as much to all the recruits as to the young lad causing the fuss. Nothing worse than going into a battle with allies who weren't willing to fight to their last.