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legionmissions2016-07-18 08:54 pm
wieldtherainbow) wrote in legionmissions2016-07-18 08:54 pm
IN BRIGHTEST DAY - Mod Plot [LOG POST | 4 | BEWARE MY POWER]
Who| Everyone involved in the plot
What| The final Battle
Where| Winath
When| After the break
Warnings/Notes| Possible violence/gore
The alliance between yellow and red Lanterns was only a temporary thing. After driving the blues, greens, violets, and indigos away, they would be enemies once more. But for now, they worked together, to the detriment of all.
Winath was the planet they'd targeted. Winath was a farming planet and the source of food for many UP and AP planets, and that meant that it was an ideal world to attack to devastate many worlds. If Winath was devastated, multiple worlds would starve. Billions would potentially die. That meant that destroying Winath was a surefire way to inspire terror.
They didn't plan to devastate the planet quickly, either. The yellows and reds worked together to create a great and terrible construct, one that blended together the forms of the fear entity, Parallax, and the rage entity, The Butcher. This massive construct, built out of yellow energy, its engines stoked by the red fires of the Red Lanterns, hovered across the Winathian landscape, red rage fire pouring out from the construct and scorching the land below.
Their goal was simple -- burn the world. Slowly. While the United Planets and Affiliated Planets watched, helpless and afraid. By the end of it, fear and rage would have such a strong hold on the universe that the Red and Yellow Lantern Corps would have a foothold in the 31st century forever.
What| The final Battle
Where| Winath
When| After the break
Warnings/Notes| Possible violence/gore
The alliance between yellow and red Lanterns was only a temporary thing. After driving the blues, greens, violets, and indigos away, they would be enemies once more. But for now, they worked together, to the detriment of all.
Winath was the planet they'd targeted. Winath was a farming planet and the source of food for many UP and AP planets, and that meant that it was an ideal world to attack to devastate many worlds. If Winath was devastated, multiple worlds would starve. Billions would potentially die. That meant that destroying Winath was a surefire way to inspire terror.
They didn't plan to devastate the planet quickly, either. The yellows and reds worked together to create a great and terrible construct, one that blended together the forms of the fear entity, Parallax, and the rage entity, The Butcher. This massive construct, built out of yellow energy, its engines stoked by the red fires of the Red Lanterns, hovered across the Winathian landscape, red rage fire pouring out from the construct and scorching the land below.
Their goal was simple -- burn the world. Slowly. While the United Planets and Affiliated Planets watched, helpless and afraid. By the end of it, fear and rage would have such a strong hold on the universe that the Red and Yellow Lantern Corps would have a foothold in the 31st century forever.
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He heard Sam's heart skip at first, but then it started to sound normal as the red infection went away. It started to beat healthy and strong.
Rich sighed in relief, and lifted his head, cradling Sam close, shielding them both protectively in blue light as Sam recovered. He pushed Sam's helmet off too, so he could see his face, and make sure color was coming back to his skin. The reds were all so pale, probably because they were puking out so much of their blood.
"Rise and shine, munchkin. You're missing all the thrilling heroics."
He knew Sam hated the short jokes, but that was all the more reason to tell them right now. He was hoping to annoy him back to consciousness.
It was also just their thing now, the teasing. It was the same kind of teasing that'd gone on between Rich and his brother Bobby. This was a disturbing and traumatizing thing that'd happened to Sam and he wanted him to come out of it and see that some things were exactly the same, comfortable and safe. Rich knew Sam'd be upset about burning his face -- if he could remember it -- and he wanted him to know from the get-go that nothing had changed.
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"Shut up, Dick," he mumbled, eyes still closed, though he was starting to stir. "At least 'm not a -"
His eyes opened, and whatever he was going to call Rich never made it out. For a long moment, nothing made it out; he stopped, mouth hanging open, and just stared. Rich looked like hell.
Rich looked worse than hell, honestly.
"...I did that," he said numbly.
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As far as Rich was concerned, the blame was squarely on that stupid ring and whatever stupid Red Lantern had created it. It was also the fault of that psycho that Dipper said had attacked them.
"Don't you dare blame yourself. You didn't know left from right with that thing on. The red ones are supposedly one of the most brain-washy."
He added gently, "And that happens, in our line of work. I've had it to happen to me. Got all Borged up."
Maybe it sucked but he wasn't the first hero to get all mindborked and he certainly wouldn't be the last, so at least he wasn't alone.
"My face'll get healed up just fine, the med-tech's good here."
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(Or maybe he just knew that the authoritative route was even more likely to get Sam trying to argue.)
"But that had to hurt."
It was probably the understatement of the century.
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Sad but true. Yes, it'd hurt like hell, but not in a way he was going to carry with him or anything.
"What bothered me more was worrying about you. I was afraid they'd run off with you and that I'd never be able to find you again. That you'd be stuck like that."
He pulled him close for a hug.
"All that matters is that you're safe. I know that whole thing was probably disturbing as hell, but you're gonna be okay. They can't mess with your head anymore."
No way was he letting one of those rings even get near Sam again.
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Because while Sam was genuinely worried about what he'd done to Rich, there was also the fact that focusing on Rich meant he didn't have to focus on what had just happened to him.
It had been disturbing, and exactly how disturbing was still catching up to him and he wasn't so sure he wanted it to.
He took a deep breath, leaning into Rich to bury his face in his shoulder.