[color=lime][i]The dead Grund's name was Grux. He'd arrived at Ungara from an area known as Asteroid Blue Heaven. As for what he was doing on Ungara, or who he was meeting, those were matters of Ungaran domestic law. He'd arrived on Ungara from a way station near the Forbidden Sector. I was halfway there when dispatch called.[/i][/color]

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[color=teal][sub]A S T E R O I D[/sub] 
[b]B L U E   H E A V E N[/b][/color]

[color=lime][i]All units in the vicinity of Sector 2814.666, be advised we have a reports of a domestic disturbance on the station. Proceed with caution.[/i][/color]

The small spacecraft exited out of the singularity, a blue glow radiating from the ion drives as power was diverted to the sublight engines, the kinetic force combining with the resulting inertial to propel the pristine vessel toward the massive rock which hung like a rogue planet against the backdrop of space. Inside the space craft, a feminine voice echoed and said, "We have entered Sector 2814.666. Adjusting vector for approach to space station Blue Heaven."

Blue Heaven was originally a private enterprise. Long ago, this sector had been a commercial corridor for the movement of goods between the Kymellian Technomancy and the Shi'ar Imperium. Today, with that corridor closed off by an intergalactic prohibition on travel in or near the vicinity of the planet [b]Ysmault[/b] the economic situation had taken a sudden downturn. Now, it was home to drifters and smugglers. Fringers, they were called. Without local government law enforcement, it had become necessary for the Corps to provide for community police protection before the outpost became even worse than it already was.

As it stood, this was the fourth time in the boy's short career that he had visited Blue Heaven. He had attempted to bring peace, but had settled for brief periods of ceasefire instead. Pausing, as he prepared to disembark the ship, the young monk closed his eyes as he drew in a cleansing breath. [color=lightgreen]"[i]Om mani padme hum,"[/i][/color] he uttered. Part meditation. Part prayer. 

Part much needed support for his own sanity.

There were creatures in this world - in this universe - who tested the patience of even the most virtuous monk. If experience had taught him anything, it was that he should expect to have his faith and his character tested by what he was about to discover. [i]Peace. Compassion. Peace...[/i] the boy repeated to himself, drawing in a deep breath which he let out slowly as he stepped into the airlock.  The boy brought his right hand up, adjusting the distinctive ring on his middle finger. A green aura enveloped his small form, as the exterior hatch was pulled away like a curtain to reveal the naked cosmos outside. Gently, the boy's foot drifted from off the deck as he floated freely into the vacuum awaiting him.

Space could be frightening the first time. There was no concept of up or down. No compass points with which to orient the mind. Some never overcame the vertigo. But Kai-ro? Kai-ro felt like this was true freedom. Putting his arms by his side, the child ducked and then pushed himself out through the void like a dolphin sliding through the sea. Gliding across the emptiness, the youth arced upward to arrive at an airlock that would give entry to the asteroid base. A pulse from his ring and the door parted for him, and Kai-ro stepped inside.

A century before, the asteroid had been cored out by a mining corporation. Left an empty shell, the remains of the mining station had been hastily converted into a port of call for people out on the fringe of this part of space. Pirates. Smugglers. Drug runners. The Green Lanterns knew that Blue Heaven, as it had come to be called, was nothing more than a waypoint from criminal elements drifting through the sector. But suspicion didn't amount to evidence, and so the Green Lanterns could do little more than keep an eye on the station. Still, it remained a lawless wonderland. A ghetto in space. Trash crunched under foot, along with something squishy that Kai-ro immediately tried not to think about as he made his way inside of the shoddy asteroid port.

B37T4-A, or Big Bertha, had originally been programmed as a lab assistant for a chemical company. Later advances in robotics and artificial intelligence design had led to Bertha being thrown out with the trash, but instead of being resigning herself to being reduced to scrap, the rusted automaton had wound up opening a bar out on Blue Heaven. There, she'd met up with a waste disposal unit that everyone called 'Marty' and the two had mixed like oil and water. Their passions for one another were, perhaps, impressive given the limitations of their designs, but that passion led to destructive behavior - usually by Bertha - which was of increasing concern to the residents of Blue Heaven.

That alone was concerning. It took a great deal for someone who lived on Blue Heaven to want to call the Lanterns.

As the young Green Lantern walked through the doors of the bar, an ion bolt buried itself into the wall about three feet to the left and two heads higher than he stood. The smell of residual gas coolant gave credence to the notion that such hadn't been the first shot fired, which would explain why someone would have been willing, if not eager, to call the Lanterns. In space, with the risk of the hull being compromised, no one won a gun fight.

Bertha was behind the bar, plugged into a voltage converted that had obviously made her onboard components drunk from the power surge. In one of her reedy, articulate limbs was a relic of the Badoon Civil War, a gas-powered ion bolt caster that was little more than a high-tech slug thrower. "You whore," the robotic bar tender managed, loudly slurring her words as her servos were unable to precisely calibrate for motion. The rifle waved wildly toward a squat, dirty-looking robot. "I... I kill you and... and that automated hussy!"

[color=lightgreen]"Perhaps we could begin by placing the weapon on the..."[/color]

"Bertha, my love! My binary blossom, it was nothing!" Marty's roughly synthesized voice interjected, as the squat box-like robot seemed to dance from side to side. "A thirty second upload in a parallel connection, I swear! She means nothing to me!"

Turning toward the squat machine, Kai-ro looked sternly over at the waste robot and offered, [color=lightgreen]"I do not believe such protests will be effect..."[/color]

"Upload!?" Bertha echoed, drawing both Marty and Kai-ro's attention to the chemist-turned-barmaid at the distinctive sound of the caster bolt being drawn back. "UPLOAD!?"

"Upload? No, I didn't upload in her..." Marty uttered weakly.

This was, in the boy's mind, exactly what a train wreck in slow motion must look like. [color=lightgreen]"[i]Kakpa,[/i]"[/color] the child swore under his breath, as a large green shield appeared between himself, Marty, and the bar as several ion bolts slammed into the willpower construct. This was not what he'd envisioned for himself when he'd been in the monastery in Tibet.

"I had reconstructive surgery for you!" Bertha barked, pausing her barrage as she gestured toward what were obviously a new set of oscillating processor tubes across the front of her torso.

[color=lightgreen]"Yes'm, those are nice,"[/color] Kai-ro quipped vapidly, not entirely certain that made sense, and less so just what he was saying, but it made sense to say something as he gestured with both hands for her to put the caster down. [color=lightgreen]"We can talk about this rationally and without the need for viol..."[/color]

"Bitch, you best recognize that's my man!"

There were very few times that Kai-ro would have offered the opinion that discussion was a useless endeavor. As the automated food processor came wheeling into the bar, however, the Buddhist monk had to resign himself to the fact that this was one of those times.

"Oh, hell no!"

As Bertha roared and snapped up the rifle, the spry, young Green Lantern was already in motion. Quick as a snake, a sweep of the boy's leg had sent the Badoon rifle skidding across the bar top, as a series of green handcuffs snapped onto her reedy limbs. [color=lightgreen]"Weapons discharge in an enclosed space environment is a class five misdemeanor,"[/color] the youth asserted in a matter-of-fact tone. [color=lightgreen]"I believe some time apart on Oa will help in alleviating this conflic..."[/color]

"GET YUR HANDS OFF MY WIFE!"

As he turned, Kai-ro saw Marty lunging for him, as the food processor came wheeling after. "That's my man!"

...next reincarnation, the boy decided that he would very much like to be anything other than himself right now.