[CENTER][COLOR=limegreen][B]C H A R A C T E R   C O N C E P T   P R O P O S A L[/B][/COLOR][h1][color=limegreen][b]THE GREEN LANTERN CORPS[/b][/color][/h1]

[img]https://i.imgur.com/jqeYLDI.jpg?2[/img][h3][sup][sub][color=white]♦[/color]   [color=limegreen]HAL JORDAN   [color=white]♦[/color]   JESSICA CRUZ  [color=white]♦[/color]   KILOWOG   [color=white]♦[/color]  SINESTRO  [color=white]♦[/color] [/color][/sub][/sup][/h3]

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[CENTER][sup][color=limegreen][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LZfItlZG97Q]"He might have gone on living but he made one fatal slip/When he tried to match the ranger with the big iron on his hip." 
-- Marty Robbins[/url][/color][/sup][/CENTER]

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Billions of years ago the universe was a dark, violent place. The New Gods, the Eternals, the Kree, and the Kryptonians and a dozen other worlds were engaged in a murky multi-sided war that never ended. Whole planets were destroyed for the purposes of strategy, whole races wiped out in the name of peace. 

After nearly a million years of war, an armistice finally arrived. Both sides met on the planet Oa, center of the known universe, and began peace talks mediated by the native Oans, a race well-regarded for their neutrality during the great war. A century of negotiations finally led to peace on all sides and the creation of a peacekeeping organization. This force, independent of any planet or intergalactic government, would be responsible for enforcing both the peace of the universe and the terms of the war treaty. The Oans were proclaimed the guardians and overseers of this force. With the harnessing of a simple ring dependent upon the user’s force of will and ability to deal with fear, the Green Lantern Corps was born.

In the present day, the Corps operates throughout the universe with thousands of “Lanterns” in thousands of sectors of space. They are equal parts warrior, law enforcement, and diplomat. From dismantling slave rings to conducting high-stakes mediation, the Corps continues to uphold the peace and security of the universe independent of the great universal powers. But being independent does not mean that they are without their own agenda and their own goals.

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I want to turn the GLC into a more hardcore organization, more martial than it's been in the past. Instead of the waves and waves of redshirts that the GLC is in the comics, I want each Lantern to be a potential force of destruction on their own. I've been reading a history on the Texas Rangers recently and I am really seeking inspiration in the idea of doing the GLC as a space western. They'll act as a combo of Texas Rangers and space marines. Peacekeepers who are trained to handle countless functions and scenarios, but they serve nobody's agenda but their own. They are powerful enough that they are essentially a political force unto themselves. They're going to be scarier and more aloof, and more powerful. In this version of space, you got guys like Thanos and Galactus and Annihilus running around so they need to be beefed up to keep them in check. [/indent][/indent]


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Hal Jordan -- "Mad, bad, and dangerous to know." 
Sinestro -- "Whatever exists without my knowledge, exists without my consent."
Jessica Cruz -- "I just don't want to be killed for lack of shooting back."
Guy Gardner -- "Go west, young man."
Kilowog -- "You gotta hit 'em to hurt 'em."
Salaak -- "In the hands of politicians, grand designs achieve nothing but new forms of the old misery."


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[b]Scylla
Sector 2814[/b]

Quarra rubbed his insectoid hands together, all three of his eyes glancing towards the sky. He chirped nervously and checked the time once more. The Lanterns were due to arrive any moment now. He stood on the mesa that overlooked the Maw, a vast chasm that went nearly forty miles below the planet’s surface. Down at the bottom of the Maw was Scylla’s worst penal institution, the Madn N. Zondar Memorial Learning & Rehabilitation Center. No learning or actual rehabilitation took place at the bottom of the Maw. In Scylla’s native language, words would occasionally have the opposite meaning of their true purpose. It’s why Remul Sewage Water was the name of the best selling soda on the planet, and the name brand Healthy Water was the finest toilet declogger this side of the galaxy.  It was also why The Zondar was not a place for growth and change, but instead of beatings and confinements. 

The worst of the worst Scylla and her neighboring planets had to offer were down at the bottom of that chasm. Rapist and murderers along with political radicals and enemies of the state.The Zondar was a powderkeg of violence and anarchy. And now some dumb son of a bitch had lit the fuse.

Quarra shielded his eyes when he saw the light. It was a tiny dot of emerald at first, but then it began to rapidly expand and expand, glowing so brightly that he had to turn away lest he be blinded by it. There was a hum of energy to accompany the light, loud enough that Quarr now had to cover his ears. The hum vibrated his exoskeleton as it built to a crescendo. Finally, a small pop echoed across the mesa and the light and hum disappeared.

“You the guy I’m supposed to meet?”

When he looked towards where the light had been, he found a Lantern. He was tall, taller than Quarra by nearly six inches, and an alien type he couldn’t quite place. Mammal-like with two arms and two legs and dark hair on the top of his head. He wore some kind of uniform, metal body armor that was painted black and emerald. Prominently on his chest plate was the logo known across the universe as the Corps’ brand.  

“I am,” Quarra finally said. “You’re a Lantern?”

“Hal Jordan of Earth, Sector 2814.”

His eyes drifted down towards the Earthlings right hand. He saw the ring there and swallowed hard. The thing seemed to smolder with energy, a smoldering that could turn into an inferno if the Lantern so desired. Quarra looked away from it and back towards the Earthling’s eyes.

“It’s down in the Maw,” he finally said. “There’s a prison down there at the bottom. For the past three days a riot has been consuming the place. There’s nearly a million criminals inside the building and they’ve taken control of it, taken the nearly one hundred thousand staff members hostage. Our peacekeepers and military are too worried about the hostages to go in there, so the planetary government requested help from your people to put the riot down before they can get to the surface and attempt a revolution.”

Jordan nodded and looked across the mesa towards the pit. His eyes seemed to glaze over before a green glow began to shimmer in them. Quarra took an instinctive step back when he saw a film of emerald energy cover the man’s body. He began to levitate from the ground before flying across the surface of the mesa towards the Maw.

“Wait!” he cried. “Didn’t you hear what I said? There’s over a million men down there. Men with weapons and bombs. You’re only one Lantern.”

“And there's only one riot,” said Jordan without stopping. 

Quarra watched in stunned silence as he flew across the mesa and down into the darkness of the Maw, a green tail of energy following in his wake.
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[b]"Boomtown"[/b]

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