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Orange Lantern constructs teleported in and out of reach from Kav, some attacking him, others focusing on his fellow Corpsmen. The Venan could do nothing but dodge the Orange Lanterns’ assaults, his pacifistic mindset not allowing him to take action. Glowing green splinters floated past Kav’s head. The remnants of a construct. Turning to face the direction of which the splinters were coming from, he saw a yellow-skinned Green Lantern facing off against a giant rock-like Orange Lantern.
“Nadhol ad Ven," gasped Kav in Venan, astonished at the sight of the huge living rock that was once known as Blume. He sped towards his teammate, remembering his name as Tharas, not caring to ask if he wanted help or not. Extending his ring-arm, Kav constructed his signature construct, which he preferred to use only in defensive manners. He called it the Hand of God.
The colossal green hand formed a barrier between Tharas and Blume, blocking a beam of orange energy fired from the Orange Lantern’s ring. Gaining the greedy rock’s attention, Kav brought his construct in front of himself, slowly mending the many large cracks that had formed as a result of Blume’s powerful attack.
“Blume of the Orange Lantern Corps!” exclaimed Kav, momentarily forgetting that his opponent was a construct, “Please do not fight back. The quicker you surrender, the easier it will be to take you in painlessly.”
“Your ring… Is MINE! MINE! MINE!” shrieked Blume in return, firing off yet another powerful blast of orange energy. Before Kav knew it, the Hand of God was shattered, and he barely got out of the way in time. The right forearm of his suit had been seared off, and was melding itself back together.
“What a khadhouk…”
“Nadhol ad Ven," gasped Kav in Venan, astonished at the sight of the huge living rock that was once known as Blume. He sped towards his teammate, remembering his name as Tharas, not caring to ask if he wanted help or not. Extending his ring-arm, Kav constructed his signature construct, which he preferred to use only in defensive manners. He called it the Hand of God.
The colossal green hand formed a barrier between Tharas and Blume, blocking a beam of orange energy fired from the Orange Lantern’s ring. Gaining the greedy rock’s attention, Kav brought his construct in front of himself, slowly mending the many large cracks that had formed as a result of Blume’s powerful attack.
“Blume of the Orange Lantern Corps!” exclaimed Kav, momentarily forgetting that his opponent was a construct, “Please do not fight back. The quicker you surrender, the easier it will be to take you in painlessly.”
“Your ring… Is MINE! MINE! MINE!” shrieked Blume in return, firing off yet another powerful blast of orange energy. Before Kav knew it, the Hand of God was shattered, and he barely got out of the way in time. The right forearm of his suit had been seared off, and was melding itself back together.
“What a khadhouk…”
Jab. Jab. Cross. Hook. Uppercut. Body rip. Elbow. Cross.
Gabe repeated the combination over and over again, unleashing it upon the punching bag he'd recently installed into his room. The bag swayed with each strike, indentations visible where Gabe's knuckles had made contact with the leather. The teen hero was drenched with sweat; he'd been exercising non-stop since the sun broke through the horizon. He hadn’t even eaten breakfast yet.
Just as he was about to land a cross, a yellow light began flashing in his room, an alarm blaring along with it in synchronisation. ‘Finally. Some action!’ thought Gabe as he rushed to put on his supersuit.
The bullet wound he’d received, courtesy of the deceased Bronze Tiger, had marginally improved since his man-date with Magnus. He could now move around without having to grimace in pain, and he was nowhere near as weak as before. But he was still vulnerable. Any hard hit delivered to him would surely see him down for the count.
When he was fully garbed in his costume, save for the helmet, Gabe walked out into the hallway. Both Magnus and Killian were there and dressed in their supersuits, and looked as if they had only just run into each other. Gabe approached them, holding his headgear in his right hand.
“Trouble,” said Magnus, his tone indeterminable.
“Yup. Yellow’s for Rebello. And aren’t we a fine-looking bunch today?” spoke Gabe, smiling at his own incredibly lame attempt at rhyming.
Gabe repeated the combination over and over again, unleashing it upon the punching bag he'd recently installed into his room. The bag swayed with each strike, indentations visible where Gabe's knuckles had made contact with the leather. The teen hero was drenched with sweat; he'd been exercising non-stop since the sun broke through the horizon. He hadn’t even eaten breakfast yet.
Just as he was about to land a cross, a yellow light began flashing in his room, an alarm blaring along with it in synchronisation. ‘Finally. Some action!’ thought Gabe as he rushed to put on his supersuit.
The bullet wound he’d received, courtesy of the deceased Bronze Tiger, had marginally improved since his man-date with Magnus. He could now move around without having to grimace in pain, and he was nowhere near as weak as before. But he was still vulnerable. Any hard hit delivered to him would surely see him down for the count.
When he was fully garbed in his costume, save for the helmet, Gabe walked out into the hallway. Both Magnus and Killian were there and dressed in their supersuits, and looked as if they had only just run into each other. Gabe approached them, holding his headgear in his right hand.
“Trouble,” said Magnus, his tone indeterminable.
“Yup. Yellow’s for Rebello. And aren’t we a fine-looking bunch today?” spoke Gabe, smiling at his own incredibly lame attempt at rhyming.
Hey Sam, about the collab... I won't be available tomorrow, but Monday I'll be able to go on the pad if you want.
Is there a chance of this still happening?
When the man known as Magnar took a seat next to Kav, he took no notice. It was only after an awkward minute of Kav mourning and Magnar staring expectantly that Kav finally extended his arm out to reach for the beer Magnar had kindly gotten for him.
"Thanks Magnar..." he said, taking a sip from the beverage, suppressing a coughing fit. He'd never liked beer, and it always seemed to do something to his throat. After successfully ridding himself of the itch that terrorised his throat, he took a rather large swig of the drink. 'What do alcoholics say? It drowns your sorrows... I sure hope so....'
"All Lanterns receiving this message report to Lantern Salaak outside of the Central Battery for an emergency situation in sector 1-8-6-1..." suddenly blared both Kav's and Magnar's rings, right when the Venan had gotten comfortable with his company. Once again thanking Magnar for the beer, Kav walked out of the eatery, not waiting for the other Lantern to join him, flying to the Central Battery. Once he got there, he saw other Lanterns already gathered, patiently waiting for Salaak's arrival. Silently joining them, Kav stood with his feet shoulder-width apart, arms behind his back, years of military training making it the most comfortable standing position. And so he waited with the others, keen to hear what the emergency was.
"Thanks Magnar..." he said, taking a sip from the beverage, suppressing a coughing fit. He'd never liked beer, and it always seemed to do something to his throat. After successfully ridding himself of the itch that terrorised his throat, he took a rather large swig of the drink. 'What do alcoholics say? It drowns your sorrows... I sure hope so....'
"All Lanterns receiving this message report to Lantern Salaak outside of the Central Battery for an emergency situation in sector 1-8-6-1..." suddenly blared both Kav's and Magnar's rings, right when the Venan had gotten comfortable with his company. Once again thanking Magnar for the beer, Kav walked out of the eatery, not waiting for the other Lantern to join him, flying to the Central Battery. Once he got there, he saw other Lanterns already gathered, patiently waiting for Salaak's arrival. Silently joining them, Kav stood with his feet shoulder-width apart, arms behind his back, years of military training making it the most comfortable standing position. And so he waited with the others, keen to hear what the emergency was.
Yeah, sorry for the inconvenience. Everyone else... POST!
Definitely. I don't know if you'll be available this afternoon though, I'm only able to come on in around seven hours. Probably not the best, but that's how it'll be for the week. Sorry.
Though his father was a revered soldier, the old Venan never seemed to agree with the war methods of old. Kavud Huv would often catch glimpses of him and his mother arguing. Arguing about whether killing was necessary. Whether the treatment of prisoners was fair. Whether training children to be cannon fodder was the right way to go. The debates always ended the same way: the two veterans would part ways, Kav’s father leaving their home to catch a breath of air, his mother proceeding to inculcate him on the ways of the Venan Defence Force.
Training with his mother was nothing short of hell; days of physical and mental exhaustion littered Kav’s childhood. He was a constant subject of discrimination for his mother, who didn’t hesitate to criticise his softness. Not once did he get more than four hours of rest a day, which he either spent eating, sleeping or listening in on his parent’s arguments. He rarely cherished moments from his youth, but the ones he did were those he spent with his dad.
Most of these were still training sessions, though they were more laid back, his father behaving like any parent should: loving, yet strict. The two would often spar in the days before Kav’s self-proclaimed pacifism, then spend the rest of the day discussing strategy and engaging in exhausting physical activities. Though the training regimen was much the same as his mother’s, what set practicing with his father apart was that they did so together. They bonded over these sessions, not drifted apart. Kav felt a love for his father that would have stood the test of time.
Two memories which Kav remembered clearly often repeated themselves in his head. The first was one in which he had bonded with his father more than ever before, on the night of his fouteenth birthday. They had just finished sparring, and both were lying on the floor of their training room, sweat trickling down their foreheads, chests heaving quickly as they regained their breaths. For a while they lay still, staring at the ceiling. Kav hadn’t noticed his father sit up until the man spoke.
“Son.”
Kav turned his head to look at his dad, worried to see a bothered expression on his face, his gaze distant.
“What is it, dad?” he’d asked, sitting up himself.
“Can you promise me something?”
“Yes, of course.”
“When you come of age, you must be the saviour of the beaten. The broken. The damned. Our people… We are doomed. This war, it will destroy us. You have to promise me that you’ll save Ven. You have to promise me that you’ll defeat whatever demons you may have, defeat those that have made plans for our planet. You must be our saviour. Promise me,” requested the father, looking deep into his son’s eyes.
“I… I promise. But dad… why?” he said, returning his dad’s stare.
“Because one day… One day I’ll leave you. I won’t be here anymore to lead you… to guide you. I need the reassurance that I won’t be sending my only son into a doomed world. I need the reassurance that you’ll be the one to fix it.”
It was then that the two hugged, both of them crying, before the memory faded into the next, more recent one.
Kav was now twenty-two, serving in the Venan Defence Force alongside his dad in the second Venan War. The city which Kav called home was a war zone. Explosions filled the area. Corpses, of both soldiers and innocents, littered the streets. The earth scorched the sky, black smoke blocking what view was left of Ven’s large sun.
Kav was kneeling next to his father, hands pressed down against the veteran’s chest. Tears streamed down his face. It couldn’t end like this. It couldn’t. His father was a soldier- the best of all the soldiers. He couldn’t just die like this. He couldn’t just die from a gunshot wound.
Kav’s eyes caught his dad’s, their gaze one of pure love.
“Dad-” said Kav, his voice full of pain and sadness.
“…Kav. I love you, son.”
“I love you too, dad. I-”
“Remember… what you promised me. Remember your promise. Save our… people. I love you.” His father’s last words.
A wave of emotion passed through Kav as he let out a howl of grief, his tears mixing with his dad’s blood. His two remaining squadmates watched in silence, they themselves grieving for Kav’s loss. It was their silence that had momentarily snapped Kav out of his sorrow as he tackled them out of harms way, a bomb exploding where the three of them had just been, leaving nothing but a crater in their wake. The bomb obliterated the body of Kav’s father, leaving of him nothing but memories.
Later that tragic day, Kav had, in his grief, found an object that would help him fulfill his father’s wishes. Or rather, it had found him.
Kavud Huv was a Green Lantern.
Two Months Later, Oa...
Kav’s pacifistic attitude was proving to be a problem. He sat in the New Warriors eatery, established by famous Earth-Lantern Guy Gardner, massaging the latest bruises he acquired during a gruelling training session with none other than Kilowog. The trainer had been, over the past two months, getting more and more insistent that the young Venan defend himself, his attacks getting increasingly aggressive in hopes that Kav would fight back. However, Kilowog found himself once again disappointed, as Kav made no attempt to retaliate. Shaking his head, the drill sergeant had told the recruit that if he kept on with his refusal to fight, his inevitable death on the field won't be viewed as a warrior's death, but as a coward's. This was promptly followed by "Poozer".
Frustration welled up inside Kav. How was he supposed to carry out his father's wishes, let alone serve the Corps, if he couldn't overcome the need to keep his hands clean? There was simply no way he could do either of those things without engaging in some sort of combat. But he couldn't hurt anyone... Not after serving in the Venan Defence Force. He'd seen the cruelty inflicted on the battlefield to soldiers... to innocents... to his dad.
With the thought of his dad came the memory of his death. Holding his head in his hands, Kav sat still, a tear rolling down his cheek.
Training with his mother was nothing short of hell; days of physical and mental exhaustion littered Kav’s childhood. He was a constant subject of discrimination for his mother, who didn’t hesitate to criticise his softness. Not once did he get more than four hours of rest a day, which he either spent eating, sleeping or listening in on his parent’s arguments. He rarely cherished moments from his youth, but the ones he did were those he spent with his dad.
Most of these were still training sessions, though they were more laid back, his father behaving like any parent should: loving, yet strict. The two would often spar in the days before Kav’s self-proclaimed pacifism, then spend the rest of the day discussing strategy and engaging in exhausting physical activities. Though the training regimen was much the same as his mother’s, what set practicing with his father apart was that they did so together. They bonded over these sessions, not drifted apart. Kav felt a love for his father that would have stood the test of time.
Two memories which Kav remembered clearly often repeated themselves in his head. The first was one in which he had bonded with his father more than ever before, on the night of his fouteenth birthday. They had just finished sparring, and both were lying on the floor of their training room, sweat trickling down their foreheads, chests heaving quickly as they regained their breaths. For a while they lay still, staring at the ceiling. Kav hadn’t noticed his father sit up until the man spoke.
“Son.”
Kav turned his head to look at his dad, worried to see a bothered expression on his face, his gaze distant.
“What is it, dad?” he’d asked, sitting up himself.
“Can you promise me something?”
“Yes, of course.”
“When you come of age, you must be the saviour of the beaten. The broken. The damned. Our people… We are doomed. This war, it will destroy us. You have to promise me that you’ll save Ven. You have to promise me that you’ll defeat whatever demons you may have, defeat those that have made plans for our planet. You must be our saviour. Promise me,” requested the father, looking deep into his son’s eyes.
“I… I promise. But dad… why?” he said, returning his dad’s stare.
“Because one day… One day I’ll leave you. I won’t be here anymore to lead you… to guide you. I need the reassurance that I won’t be sending my only son into a doomed world. I need the reassurance that you’ll be the one to fix it.”
It was then that the two hugged, both of them crying, before the memory faded into the next, more recent one.
Kav was now twenty-two, serving in the Venan Defence Force alongside his dad in the second Venan War. The city which Kav called home was a war zone. Explosions filled the area. Corpses, of both soldiers and innocents, littered the streets. The earth scorched the sky, black smoke blocking what view was left of Ven’s large sun.
Kav was kneeling next to his father, hands pressed down against the veteran’s chest. Tears streamed down his face. It couldn’t end like this. It couldn’t. His father was a soldier- the best of all the soldiers. He couldn’t just die like this. He couldn’t just die from a gunshot wound.
Kav’s eyes caught his dad’s, their gaze one of pure love.
“Dad-” said Kav, his voice full of pain and sadness.
“…Kav. I love you, son.”
“I love you too, dad. I-”
“Remember… what you promised me. Remember your promise. Save our… people. I love you.” His father’s last words.
A wave of emotion passed through Kav as he let out a howl of grief, his tears mixing with his dad’s blood. His two remaining squadmates watched in silence, they themselves grieving for Kav’s loss. It was their silence that had momentarily snapped Kav out of his sorrow as he tackled them out of harms way, a bomb exploding where the three of them had just been, leaving nothing but a crater in their wake. The bomb obliterated the body of Kav’s father, leaving of him nothing but memories.
Later that tragic day, Kav had, in his grief, found an object that would help him fulfill his father’s wishes. Or rather, it had found him.
Kavud Huv was a Green Lantern.
Two Months Later, Oa...
Kav’s pacifistic attitude was proving to be a problem. He sat in the New Warriors eatery, established by famous Earth-Lantern Guy Gardner, massaging the latest bruises he acquired during a gruelling training session with none other than Kilowog. The trainer had been, over the past two months, getting more and more insistent that the young Venan defend himself, his attacks getting increasingly aggressive in hopes that Kav would fight back. However, Kilowog found himself once again disappointed, as Kav made no attempt to retaliate. Shaking his head, the drill sergeant had told the recruit that if he kept on with his refusal to fight, his inevitable death on the field won't be viewed as a warrior's death, but as a coward's. This was promptly followed by "Poozer".
Frustration welled up inside Kav. How was he supposed to carry out his father's wishes, let alone serve the Corps, if he couldn't overcome the need to keep his hands clean? There was simply no way he could do either of those things without engaging in some sort of combat. But he couldn't hurt anyone... Not after serving in the Venan Defence Force. He'd seen the cruelty inflicted on the battlefield to soldiers... to innocents... to his dad.
With the thought of his dad came the memory of his death. Holding his head in his hands, Kav sat still, a tear rolling down his cheek.
Posted! Also, for knowledge's sake, State of Origin is an annual set of three games of rugby between Queensland and New South Wales. The second game is this week. Queensland shall flog.
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