[u][b]January 1st, 10:28 AM (Eastern USA)
Justice Station, Space[/b][/u]

Before the man could answer his question, the air lock opened, and a figure presented itself looking quite unamused. Presotn' didn't exactly know what was going on, but was caught quite off guard by the person that wore armor that almost reminded him of home. Cutting edge for earth standards, he presumed, and floated closer to the figure.

[color=39b54a]"I'm Preston, the green lantern of this sector. I would like to live on your planet and develop me abilities, protecting your people also." [/color]
 His ring translated his natural Vespasian into whatever they needed to hear. Preston vaguely remembered the language being called English. With a nod of his head, he presented his ringed fist as if it would mean something, waiting back at either of the two silent people next to him while he stood there with his ring out. 

[color=39b54a]"I know your Earth has a history with a Green Lantern. I am his Successor, his son."[/color]