[i]"NO MAN ESCAPES THE MANHUNTERS"[/i]
A chill went down Shrapnel's spine, or whatever was equivalent to his spine in that flurry of metal that he constituted. As he had been floating through space, his ring began to glow, and chanted that one chilling sentence. He knew exactly what that meant, and what that meant was not good. The shards of steel snapped into position, forming a humanoid figure, sheathed in a yellow glow. 
The yellow lantern ring, lodged in a piece of shrapnel that was about as good as his head, let out a flash of pure energy, lighting up the dark of space. Then, he was gone. Like a comet, Shrapnel rocketed towards the origin of the chilling message, boosted by fear- his own fear.
It was a long while before he reached the charred planet, far too late to catch a glimpse of what did this. He had hoped his fears could be put to rest, that he would catch some two-bit impersonator red handed. But no, this destruction... it was too widespread... to pure. It had to be. A sharp, almost ghostly voice rang out, emanating from inside of the metallic body of Shrapnel. [i]"They're back."[/i]