Title: Emerald Ember (1/1)
Feedback: Please be gentle.
Distribution: Gimme credit and a link.
Rating: Just a little bad language.
Spoilers: Anything and everything.
Disclaimer: The characters depicted herein belong to other people. I'm just borrowing them for a while.
Summary: Nations may rise and fall, but hope still lingers on, so long as there is someone ready to fight for it. An Emerald Flame story.
Author's Note: This was... unexpected and unplanned.
Dylan Hunt, captain of the Glorious Heritage class heavy cruiser Andromeda Ascendant and last survivor of the Systems Commonwealth High Guard (and suspected madman by most too), was walking through a market place; it was well into the evening, so the streets were nearly deserted. After the usual bout of negotiations, the planet was actually willing to consider membership in a new Commonwealth, and - miracle of miracles - there had been no sudden complications in the way. The crew had actually managed to not get into a firefight for once.
It was thoroughly relaxing, and he was determined to enjoy it.
He stumbled and turned, looking at the unfamiliar woman who had spoken. She was inside an alleyway, leaning against the wall of one of the buildings that formed said alleyway. "What did you call me?" he asked, stepping into the alleyway warily. It was... well, not impossible, but highly improbable. And only a small fraction of the very few he knew would have the lifespan to know that name were friendly.
"Kevin," the woman answered. "Although... I heard it's Dylan now, Herc."
"Who are you?" he demanded, his hand drifting towards his force lance.
"I can understand you not recognizing me," she said, pushing herself off the wall and walking toward him. "I had a different host the last time we met, all those centuries ago." Her eyes flashed white, and she smiled. "'Hello, old friend,'" she quoted.
He knew only one person that would put that much weight into those three words, quoting a series he could barely remember himself... but that man was long dead, which left...
"Egeria?" he guessed.
She nodded, "Yes."
"How...? What are you doing here?"
"Looking for answers," she said. "I've been in stasis for... a very long time. Next thing I knew, I woke up, and the Commonwealth, the Corps, everything we built - everything he built - it's all gone. What happened, Dylan?"
"I see," she nodded, pacing around him. "You know, I heard the rumors. The famous High Guard captain flying around the universe, making allies, restoring the Commonwealth. Quite a bit more legendary this time, I'd say."
He shrugged, "I try."
"But why?" she asked, stopping in front of him and turning to face him, eye to eye. "Why do you keep trying, Dylan? Every time we build something, someone tears it down. Every time. The Alliance of Four, the Guardians, the Commonwealth. Don't you get tired of it? Why keep trying?"
"Because it needs to be done," was Dylan's answer. "Because some things are worth fighting for. Because of the price of freedom and the fact that someone has to pay it. Might as well be me."
She nodded, a satisfied look on her face, and declared, "I was hoping you would say that. Nice to know you haven't changed. Need some help?"
"Well, I'm certainly not going to turn it down."
"Good," she smirked. "Because, just so you know, I'd have just followed you if you tried." She held up a hand, and he stared.
It can't be... he thought. It's not possible...
She nodded and began the oath.
"In brightest day, in blackest night,
No evil shall escape my sight."
Dylan smiled. Things were looking just a little bit brighter.
"Let those who worship evil's might Beware my power, Green Lantern's light."
The ring on her hand flared.
Hope you enjoyed this glimpse into the Emeraldverse's future.