[b]SCORN[/b]

An otherworldly spacecraft entered the atmosphere above the sixth sector with a streak of red following closely behind it. The alien ship wasn't the one leaving behind this trail, however. Rather, it was being chased by the real individual making the streak, Scorn. A member of the Red Lanterns, Scorn, a human from earth, was returning to his home planet a few years after scouring the galaxy with his fellow Lanterns in search of injustices to punish. 

"Look at them, how they flee from my rage," he growled, fiery red vapor sputtering from his mouth as he spoke. "I hear the blood of hundreds of creatures cry out for vengeance... it is no wonder my ring led me back to this place where this ship was orbiting in secret..."

Scorn was now literally an arm's reach away from the spacecraft, giving him just the distance he needed to spew an energized stream of rage, napalm blood. The material burned through the metal of the ship as easily as acid burning through paper, giving Scorn an opening through which to enter the ship.

"Got you..."

The reptilian creatures on board the ship snarled and spoke an alien language as they rushed to retaliate. 
"A Red Lantern! Kill it! Kill it before it kills us!!"

"That won't be possible," Scorn said mockingly as he spewed another stream of napalm on a group of approaching Alts. He was able to understand what they were saying through use of his ring's universal translation system... not that he needed any help in figuring that their shouts of alien words were basically saying, "KILL HIM!"

Another group of the aliens fired at him with energy weapons, blasts which were all blocked by a shield of red light. 

"No use," Scorn growled as he released blasts of red rage energy from his ring. The Red Lantern continued his attack, spewing napalm on several aliens and occasionally creating monstrous constructs to devour the rest, leaving behind smoldering and bubbling skeletons. He was so caught up in slaughtering them all, that he nearly forgot this ship was pretty much going to make a crash landing.

1...2...3.... CRASH

The ship rammed into the earth below, creating small craters as it bounced and skidded to a stop. It really must have had a remarkable composition to withstand all that. After a couple of minutes after it halted, a glowing red figure emerged from the wreckage.

"Ugh..."

Still alive and healthy, Scorn had a few wounds, but none too grievous to require attention save for one or two.