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Chapter 7
Chapter 7: Future – the Legion’s base sometime in 31st century
“Rokk Krinn -----! Could you please come to the Fírinne’s office?”
Rokk Krinn was a tough, handsome, courageous young man but with that one message sent over the communication system throughout the whole base made him slink down and try to hide. Many would be surprised that this young man who stood at 5’7” and was a tanned, toned 145 lbs. with short dark brown hair that came to his neck and piercing brown eyes who wore his superhero costume of black leather pants and boots, dark purple almost black shirt with dark brown almost black jacket that had four silver circles on the front centered in the chest area of the jacket with great pride was afraid of why the Fírinne had call him to their office.
“Why do you think the Fírinne wants you, Rokk?” Rokk’s friend Garth Ranzz aka Lightning Lad said looking behind them back the way the voice’s office was.
“I don’t know? Garth but I better go find out before the Fírinne comes looking for me then it’ll only be worse.”
“Okay man. Should I get Imra to prepare bandages and stuff for?”
“Yeah, just in case. Thanks.”
Rokk Krinn was a founding member of the Legion of Superheroes. A hero others looked up to for his wisdom, courage, strength, honesty, integrity and if he might say even if it made him seem vain or cocky he looked damn good. He was someone other heroes looked to guide them, lead them in battles but walking this hall, walking to this certain office made him feel like a little child who had been called to the principal’s office for something they did wrong. All he wanted was to hide under his covers and hope the monster behind the closet or in this case office door didn’t come looking for blood.
He opened the door slowly, cautiously no one could ever tell when the Fírinne was mad, sad, happy or any other emotion really. You couldn’t take words or actions at face value with the Fírinne. As a hero the Fírinne was an open book; an honest unbelievably good book but personally and as a leader the Fírinne was and probably always would be, unreadable.
As he stepped into the room he said confidently though he sure as hell didn’t feel that way at the moment, “You wished to speak with me, Fírinne?”
“Yes, I did. Come in Cosmic Boy and shut the door behind you, will you?” A calm almost too calm voice compared to what it had been before greeted him.
He did as he was bid and came in, shutting the door behind him, and then just stood in front of the desk in the room with his eyes on the desk top waiting for the Fírinne to say what they would without a word to them, it was safer that way. The Fírinne watched his every movement closely not giving one thought away. The Fírinne let him stand for a few moments in complete silence, stewing, worrying what it was they wanted. Then clearing their throat and standing up from their high-backed chair said, “Do you know why I called you in here, Rokk?”
“No Ma’am, I don’t.”
“Really, well then I’ll enlighten you…but first, weren’t you on base duty last night?”
“Yes.”
“And what’s the procedure for checking on things before each member goes off duty and another goes on, Rokk?”
“To make sure all systems especially those of the life supporting systems are working correctly and the doors to outside and prisoner cells are locked.”
“Correct. Now do you know why you’re here?”
“I forgot to do one of these things and compromised the protection and integrity of this base and the people in it,” Rokk replied calmly cussing himself out in his head while he told himself now he knew why the Fírinne was so pissed. He’d be pissed too, he was pissed…at himself. He could have inadvertently compromised the safety and lives on this base because he was too tired to recheck things before he went off duty.
“Correct, now thankfully the next hero on duty caught the outer door malfunction message and got it fixed but now…explain to me how you can remember this procedure now but you couldn’t remember it last night?” the Fírinne said emphasizing the now and last night by pointing first towards her desk with both of her pointer fingers and then with both hands a few inches apart to make a segment motioned to the end of one side of her desk.
“I don’t know, Ma’am. But I can honestly say I am sorry and it will never happen again.”
“Your right it, because to make sure you learn this procedure until you could actually do it when you’re sleeping you’ll be on base duty for the next 2 weeks straight.”
“Ma’am, isn’t that a bit much? Not even a rookie would get that much…”
The Fírinne stood and walked around her desk as she said and emphasized certain words to make her point while striking out at Rokk while not making actual contact, “You’re right a rookie wouldn’t get 2 weeks of base duty, but…a Founder’s rookie mistake would.”
As Rokk stood straighter and looked right at her cussing himself out more he found her only a few feet away from him and began to get nervous. She stood straight with her hands clasped behind her back and watched him sternly. She may not have looked like someone who could do much damage to someone like him with her slim, pale complexioned 5’5” stature with dark brown hair that came to her back and her amazing green-hazel eyes, but there was a reason why she was the secret leader of the Legion. She had more power than most heroes in the Legion put together in her skinny, but lithe and fit body.
He watched her eyes but seeing no sympathy or chance at reprise he looked behind her at the wall as he waited for her to continue like he knew she would, “I let the world believe you, Imra, and Garth were the Founders of this Legion because I knew I could trust you to put the heroes and people before yourselves. So, I must say I’m surprised you’ve let yourself become so complacent Rokk. Hopefully 2 weeks of base duty will fix that problem.”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
“You may go now,” she said dismissing him as if he weren’t at all important anymore, but as he opened the door her clear voice stated, “Oh, and Rokk do get enough sleep tonight. Your 2 weeks start at 6am tomorrow.”
He turned back for a moment with a “yes Ma’am” and left the room heading off to meet up with Imra and Garth.
Once the door shut the young woman known as only Fírinne shut her eyes and took a deep breath to calm her raging nerves. Turning to go back to her seat she became light headed and touched her forehead lightly and shut her eyes for another moment. When the dizziness passed she brought her hand away only to find it actually fading in and out of being.
“What the…”
“It’s very disconcerting to see one’s self fading from history right in front of your own eyes, isn’t it?” A disconnected, ambiguous voice stated from the air around the woman.
“Who are you!? Show yourself!” The woman commanded of the air around her now knowing there was someone or something in the room with her and with a ripple of the space-time continuum which appeared to be a swirling light blue light with a black center in the area beside her chair a being appeared.
“No need to fear my dear,” said a small blue-skinned man with long pulled back into a ponytail white hair and blue eyes that only stood at maybe 4 feet as he pushed the hood down on his red robe which on its chest held the Green Lanterns’ symbol.
“You’re a Guardian, aren’t you?” The young woman said slowly, confused as why one of the legendary Guardians of the Universe was standing in front of her in her office.
“Yes, I am but you can call me Ganthet., my dear.”
“Ganthet, as in the Ganthet of the Quintessence? As in the Ganthet of Odym where the Blue Lanterns reside?”
“Yes.”
“Okay, but why would a Guardian whatever their called be here?” The young woman said getting even more confused which was starting to frustrate and anger her.
“She didn’t like being confused and fooled with. And Guardians had a thing for manipulating those around them as if they were chess pieces. She knew because of stories that Ganthet and his lover Sayd were two Guardians kicked off Oa because they embraced emotions and each other, but still they were Guardians? Could Ganthet be trusted not to manipulate her?”
“I know your fears, my dear, but I sure you I don’t mean you harm,” Ganthet spoke in a calm, grandfatherly voice.
“Yeah, see the reading other people’s thoughts thing not really helping me believe you,” the young woman said sarcastically to the Guardian watching as his face scrunched in concentration beginning to feel like her normal self again since the surprise appearance.
“Quite true, I am sorry for that. I won’t do it again unless you permit me to, if it makes you feel better about this situation?”
“Okay, I can agree to that. So—why are you here?” The young woman said letting her curiosity get the better of her as she sat in her chair and watched as the Guardian walked to the bookcase behind her desk close to the window looking out on a sunny day on the base.
AN: I DON'T OWN ANY COMIC CHARACTERS IN STORY JUST BORROWING BECAUSE IT POPPED IN MY HEAD. I trying to stay as close to what I've read on the internet for all this DC Comics stuff. I not a huge comic reader. I read a bit not a lot. So if I mess up anything please don't be mad at me. Please read, rate, review. Just don't flame! Creative criticism welcome only way I'll improve just no flames k.
“Rokk Krinn -----! Could you please come to the Fírinne’s office?”
Rokk Krinn was a tough, handsome, courageous young man but with that one message sent over the communication system throughout the whole base made him slink down and try to hide. Many would be surprised that this young man who stood at 5’7” and was a tanned, toned 145 lbs. with short dark brown hair that came to his neck and piercing brown eyes who wore his superhero costume of black leather pants and boots, dark purple almost black shirt with dark brown almost black jacket that had four silver circles on the front centered in the chest area of the jacket with great pride was afraid of why the Fírinne had call him to their office.
“Why do you think the Fírinne wants you, Rokk?” Rokk’s friend Garth Ranzz aka Lightning Lad said looking behind them back the way the voice’s office was.
“I don’t know? Garth but I better go find out before the Fírinne comes looking for me then it’ll only be worse.”
“Okay man. Should I get Imra to prepare bandages and stuff for?”
“Yeah, just in case. Thanks.”
Rokk Krinn was a founding member of the Legion of Superheroes. A hero others looked up to for his wisdom, courage, strength, honesty, integrity and if he might say even if it made him seem vain or cocky he looked damn good. He was someone other heroes looked to guide them, lead them in battles but walking this hall, walking to this certain office made him feel like a little child who had been called to the principal’s office for something they did wrong. All he wanted was to hide under his covers and hope the monster behind the closet or in this case office door didn’t come looking for blood.
He opened the door slowly, cautiously no one could ever tell when the Fírinne was mad, sad, happy or any other emotion really. You couldn’t take words or actions at face value with the Fírinne. As a hero the Fírinne was an open book; an honest unbelievably good book but personally and as a leader the Fírinne was and probably always would be, unreadable.
As he stepped into the room he said confidently though he sure as hell didn’t feel that way at the moment, “You wished to speak with me, Fírinne?”
“Yes, I did. Come in Cosmic Boy and shut the door behind you, will you?” A calm almost too calm voice compared to what it had been before greeted him.
He did as he was bid and came in, shutting the door behind him, and then just stood in front of the desk in the room with his eyes on the desk top waiting for the Fírinne to say what they would without a word to them, it was safer that way. The Fírinne watched his every movement closely not giving one thought away. The Fírinne let him stand for a few moments in complete silence, stewing, worrying what it was they wanted. Then clearing their throat and standing up from their high-backed chair said, “Do you know why I called you in here, Rokk?”
“No Ma’am, I don’t.”
“Really, well then I’ll enlighten you…but first, weren’t you on base duty last night?”
“Yes.”
“And what’s the procedure for checking on things before each member goes off duty and another goes on, Rokk?”
“To make sure all systems especially those of the life supporting systems are working correctly and the doors to outside and prisoner cells are locked.”
“Correct. Now do you know why you’re here?”
“I forgot to do one of these things and compromised the protection and integrity of this base and the people in it,” Rokk replied calmly cussing himself out in his head while he told himself now he knew why the Fírinne was so pissed. He’d be pissed too, he was pissed…at himself. He could have inadvertently compromised the safety and lives on this base because he was too tired to recheck things before he went off duty.
“Correct, now thankfully the next hero on duty caught the outer door malfunction message and got it fixed but now…explain to me how you can remember this procedure now but you couldn’t remember it last night?” the Fírinne said emphasizing the now and last night by pointing first towards her desk with both of her pointer fingers and then with both hands a few inches apart to make a segment motioned to the end of one side of her desk.
“I don’t know, Ma’am. But I can honestly say I am sorry and it will never happen again.”
“Your right it, because to make sure you learn this procedure until you could actually do it when you’re sleeping you’ll be on base duty for the next 2 weeks straight.”
“Ma’am, isn’t that a bit much? Not even a rookie would get that much…”
The Fírinne stood and walked around her desk as she said and emphasized certain words to make her point while striking out at Rokk while not making actual contact, “You’re right a rookie wouldn’t get 2 weeks of base duty, but…a Founder’s rookie mistake would.”
As Rokk stood straighter and looked right at her cussing himself out more he found her only a few feet away from him and began to get nervous. She stood straight with her hands clasped behind her back and watched him sternly. She may not have looked like someone who could do much damage to someone like him with her slim, pale complexioned 5’5” stature with dark brown hair that came to her back and her amazing green-hazel eyes, but there was a reason why she was the secret leader of the Legion. She had more power than most heroes in the Legion put together in her skinny, but lithe and fit body.
He watched her eyes but seeing no sympathy or chance at reprise he looked behind her at the wall as he waited for her to continue like he knew she would, “I let the world believe you, Imra, and Garth were the Founders of this Legion because I knew I could trust you to put the heroes and people before yourselves. So, I must say I’m surprised you’ve let yourself become so complacent Rokk. Hopefully 2 weeks of base duty will fix that problem.”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
“You may go now,” she said dismissing him as if he weren’t at all important anymore, but as he opened the door her clear voice stated, “Oh, and Rokk do get enough sleep tonight. Your 2 weeks start at 6am tomorrow.”
He turned back for a moment with a “yes Ma’am” and left the room heading off to meet up with Imra and Garth.
Once the door shut the young woman known as only Fírinne shut her eyes and took a deep breath to calm her raging nerves. Turning to go back to her seat she became light headed and touched her forehead lightly and shut her eyes for another moment. When the dizziness passed she brought her hand away only to find it actually fading in and out of being.
“What the…”
“It’s very disconcerting to see one’s self fading from history right in front of your own eyes, isn’t it?” A disconnected, ambiguous voice stated from the air around the woman.
“Who are you!? Show yourself!” The woman commanded of the air around her now knowing there was someone or something in the room with her and with a ripple of the space-time continuum which appeared to be a swirling light blue light with a black center in the area beside her chair a being appeared.
“No need to fear my dear,” said a small blue-skinned man with long pulled back into a ponytail white hair and blue eyes that only stood at maybe 4 feet as he pushed the hood down on his red robe which on its chest held the Green Lanterns’ symbol.
“You’re a Guardian, aren’t you?” The young woman said slowly, confused as why one of the legendary Guardians of the Universe was standing in front of her in her office.
“Yes, I am but you can call me Ganthet., my dear.”
“Ganthet, as in the Ganthet of the Quintessence? As in the Ganthet of Odym where the Blue Lanterns reside?”
“Yes.”
“Okay, but why would a Guardian whatever their called be here?” The young woman said getting even more confused which was starting to frustrate and anger her.
“She didn’t like being confused and fooled with. And Guardians had a thing for manipulating those around them as if they were chess pieces. She knew because of stories that Ganthet and his lover Sayd were two Guardians kicked off Oa because they embraced emotions and each other, but still they were Guardians? Could Ganthet be trusted not to manipulate her?”
“I know your fears, my dear, but I sure you I don’t mean you harm,” Ganthet spoke in a calm, grandfatherly voice.
“Yeah, see the reading other people’s thoughts thing not really helping me believe you,” the young woman said sarcastically to the Guardian watching as his face scrunched in concentration beginning to feel like her normal self again since the surprise appearance.
“Quite true, I am sorry for that. I won’t do it again unless you permit me to, if it makes you feel better about this situation?”
“Okay, I can agree to that. So—why are you here?” The young woman said letting her curiosity get the better of her as she sat in her chair and watched as the Guardian walked to the bookcase behind her desk close to the window looking out on a sunny day on the base.
AN: I DON'T OWN ANY COMIC CHARACTERS IN STORY JUST BORROWING BECAUSE IT POPPED IN MY HEAD. I trying to stay as close to what I've read on the internet for all this DC Comics stuff. I not a huge comic reader. I read a bit not a lot. So if I mess up anything please don't be mad at me. Please read, rate, review. Just don't flame! Creative criticism welcome only way I'll improve just no flames k.