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[color=8dc73f][b]Location[/b]: Oa, The Guardian Tribunal | [b]Interactions[/b]: [@rocketrobie2][/color][/center]

	New or not, Dan had to earn his stripes somehow and he could already see from afar that the Guardians were plotting out a mission course for a select few Lanterns.  He was tired of sitting idly by, doing training exercises and acting like a junior member of the club.  It was time to step up.  His body exuded an emerald glow as he floated through the air silently, joining the amassed officers.  "[color=8dc73f]Ben,[/color]" he called out on approach, addressing the intergalactic doppelganger, "[color=8dc73f]Let me tag in.  I'm ready,[/color]" he declared sternly.  Despite Ben's innate ability to shapeshift into copies of other people, a characteristic of his race, there was no way he could replicate the look of cold determination in Dan's eyes.  Dan refused to be overlooked anymore.  With an awkward nod, Ben excused himself and left, leaving Dan in his place.

	"[color=8dc73f]I believe I caught most of it,[/color]" he said of the mission briefing, looking to the other three Lanterns.  "[color=8dc73f]Risen Demons, promised chaos, yadda yadda.[/color]"  The summary was oversimplified but seemingly accurate.  Dan looked to one of the other members that he greatly admired.  Incredibly wise and resilient, he seemed like the logical source for a potential solution.  "[color=8dc73f]Dorg, whatcha thinking?[/color]" He asked, his southern drawl accenting his voice.  Taking on these 'Risen Demons' was going to take strategy and Dorg's wits were rivaled by few.

	Dan listened to Dorg's questions and shrugged.