[center][color=#4eacd5][h1]The Blue Beetle[/h1][/color][/center] [table][row][/row][row][cell][img]https://i.imgur.com/EsPqxfN.png[/img] [center][color=#2e2c2c]xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx[/color][/center] [color=#4eacd5][sub][b]I S S U E[/b][/sub][/color][hr][sub]#1: First Contact V[/sub] [color=#4eacd5][sub][b]L O C A T I O N[/b][/sub][/color][hr][sub]Bayonne, New Jersey. 12:19 AM[/sub] [color=#4eacd5][sub][b]T A G S[/b][/sub][/color][hr][sub][@Hero][@DocTachyon][/sub][/cell][cell][indent] Jaime's eyes directed themselves skywards once he was sure the weapon that was his arm wasn't going anywhere funny. Normally, he wouldn't have been able to make out the approaching figure through the hazy night clouds and smokey firework residue. But with the Scarab deployed, the outline of the approaching Lantern was highlighted clearly well before he was within speaking distance. It was... just a man? He had expected some kind of alien, something real big and mean and dangerous to have put his mechanical compatriot into such a tizzy. This just looked like a guy in black and green tights! Although, Superman was also just a guy in red and blue tights, and the news never stopped talking about how potentially dangerous he was... [code]<>[/code] In his momentary reverie, the Scarab seemed to have forced his arm—and the cannon it was host to—into the air. He could hear a whirring within it, a charge in the air as it prepared to fire on the new arrival. But he grasped it with his other arm before it could discharge, and forced it downwards towards the pavement below. The hum died down soon after. [color=4eacd5]"Sorry about that!"[/color] The teen called nervously, directing his whispered ire towards the gun-limb once more. [color=4eacd5]"What are you doing? That guy isn't an alien, he's just some... [i]green gringo[/i]."[/color] [code]<>[/code] [color=4eacd5]"I'm not gonna shoot somebody who hasn't done anything wrong! Besides he doesn't even seem to be here for us... and why do you have a plasma cannon?!"[/color] In all the chaos, it was easy to forget exactly why he and this Lantern fella were in the middle of godforsaken New Jersey to begin with—the alien girl. Who seemed to have an idea of just who their new friend worked for. Granted, he himself had no clue where exactly the Vega system was. Or who the Green Lantern Corps were. Or why they seemed to think an alien crash landing was the equivalent of parking without a meter... but, until five minutes ago, he wasn't entirely convinced alien life truly existed: tonight was a learning experience. He opted to wait and listen, if only to keep his attention on subduing the Scarab in the face of its unusual aggression. [/indent][/cell][/row][/table]