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Sinestro touched down in front of Blastaar’s monolithic stronghold with the four missing Green Lanterns capsuled in a bubble construct. He muttered inaudibly under his breath as his gaze fell on Amanita’s lifeless body. Of all the Green Lanterns, Sinestro felt Amanita’s passing most of all. Before the ring had sought him out Sinestro had been a decorated anthropologist. Amanita had belonged to a species older than the Guardians themselves. With his passing a millennia of history went with him. The things Amanita had seen and the experiences he’d had were all evaporated into the ether as if they’d never happened. The doors to Blastaar’s stronghold drew open as Sinestro approached them and a group of Blastaar’s armed guards met Sinestro. From the look on their faces and the way they gripped their weapons tightly they were not pleased to see him.

Sinestro was led to Blastaar’s chamber and the hulking Baluurian smiled broadly at him as he entered with the missing Green Lanterns in tow. Blastaar’s men had offered to take them to the medical bay upon Sinestro’s arrival but he wanted Blastaar’s word first. The Baluurian seemed many things: domineering, spiteful, and intimidating to say the least. Yet he seemed a man of his word. That counted for something. Sinestro wasn’t going to part with the missing Lantern until he’d had Blastaar’s assurances. Until he’d heard the words leave his mouth.

As Sinestro came into sight, visibly worse for wear, Blastaar smiled at him wrly. “You have returned.”

“I have,” Sinesto said with a cordial smile. “Your information was correct, Commander, those vermin on Arthoros were responsible for the abduction of the Lanterns. Thank you.”

Blastaar looked at the Green Lanterns in Sinestro’s bubble. His eyes fell on their withered forms of the living Lanterns and the lifeless Amanita. “Yet still you ask more of me.”

“Only to grant us safe haven for a time,” Sinestro nodded. “The Lantern I was with earlier went in search of a missing power ring. I ask that we be allowed to remain here until she returns with it.”

Blastaar laughed. It was as bone chilling as it had been the first time Sinestro had heard it. The Baluurian’s body shook for several seconds until finally he composed himself again. “What has become of the great Green Lantern Corps when it sends a woman to do its dirty work and the men stay at home?”

Sinestro was not a man without prejudices. He abhorred weakness. The servants he’d passed on his way to Blastaar’s chambers had made him sick to his stomach, as had the cowardly insectoids that lived in fear beneath the earth on Arthoros, but Carol’s gender wasn’t even a consideration in his mind. It was not the reproductive organs one possessed that made a person weak, nor their species, but their willingness to overcome fear. In that respect Sinestro considered himself Danvers’ better but in that alone. Her being a woman had not occurred to him.

His practiced politeness slid away for a moment and he sneered at the Baluurian. “Green Lantern Danvers is more than capable.”

The door to Blastaar’s chamber opened and through it stepped one of the shaggy creatures that answered to him. It slunk towards him and placed its hand on his shoulder, leaning in towards him and whispering into his ear, before leaving the chambers as quickly as he’d entered them. Blastaar’s spiteful smile all but disappeared as whatever news his subject had imparted began to register in his mind.

“I would not be so certain.”

Sinestro’s eyes narrowed a little. “What does that mean?”

With the flick of a button on a dashboard a projection appeared between Blastaar and Sinestro. It took some time for Sinestro to make out what was happening but finally he discerned in the chaos a horde of insectoids. The very same insectoids he’d encountered on Arthoros.

“It means that the vermin you speak of have followed you here from Arthoros, Lantern, and they have brought their leader with them. Lantern Danvers is dead. You have brought war to Baluur.”

Sinestro spotted their leader amongst the masses of insectoids. He was thin and metallic, green and purple to look at, but most peculiarly was the green energy that appeared to be seeping out of him. It almost looked like the energy that Sinestro and Carol wielded. Slowly it clicked into place and Sinestro realised that the ring Carol had gone back for was now in the creature’s possession. He knew not how it was wielding it or what had happened to Carol but he intended to find out. He would have his revenge.

Sinestro clenched his his fist and looked towards Blastaar determinedly. “If it is war, let it be war then.”

“We are not prepared.”

“You do not need preparation,” Sinestro said with a wrathful smile. “You have Sinestro on your side.”

With that he blew a hole through the wall of Blastaar’s chambers using his power ring and left Blastaar, the Lanterns, and Blastaar’s servants behind. On the horizon he could see Baluur’s red sky turning black as the wave of insectoids swarmed towards Blastaar’s stronghold. Amidst the blackness he spotted one shining green light. It shone like an emerald star amidst the night’s sky. He shot out into the air and flew towards it. He would meet the wave head on, he would extinguish the star, and he would turn Baluur’s sky red once more. 

For Amanita.