1 Chapter 1

For those first few moments, waking up is always just slightly disorienting. At least for me it always had been. Sometimes, the duration of the disorientation lasts somewhat longer than usual, for a variety of factors.

For some people, this is because of the alcohol they had consumed the night before. For others, it was because they were unlucky enough to not have slept in their own bed.

In my case it was because I woke up in outer space.

Usually, I'm not one for dramatic outbursts. Still though, when I woke up expecting to see my TV still playing Netflix and was instead greeted with the vast nothingness of the void surrounding me all around with an infinite darkness as far as the eye could see…

Let's just say that at that moment, I was rather grateful that in space no one can hear you scream.

Since there wasn't any ground beneath my feet and no sky above my head I had that jarring sensation of falling that you sometimes feel in your dreams, a full body electric shock, while your stomach is roughhousing with your liver.

Except of course, this being the infinite stretching darkness of the void, the feeling didn't stop.

It was only after a few long minutes of falling down, (or Up? Sideways? No idea the cause of space.) that I started to get a hold of myself. I stretched myself out, spread eagle, closed my eyes and desperately willed the spinning to stop.

Surprisingly enough, I did in fact get the sensation of coming to a stop. Which was odd, since there were no landmarks within several light years of me, there had been no way to tell whether or not I had been moving at all up until now.

I could've been moving faster than a space shuttle or simply hanging static in space or spinning like a top, and due to the sheer vastness of the universe, they all would have appeared the same to me.

Now though, I definitely got the sense that I was anchored in space. I still couldn't tell up from down, but at the very least I had stopped the feelings.

Tentatively opening my eyes, I was wary of finding out just what the hell happened to me and what the hell was going on in general. For all I knew, I was caught in a tractor beam of a ship and aliens were getting ready to either dine on me or dissect me.

However, when I opened my eyes, I didn't see an alien ship.

A green glow surrounded me and on my right middle finger sat a large green Ring.

"What the?" I mutter to myself and thinking fast, I pinch myself. Receiving the pain from the area confirmed this wasn't a dream.

Still, freaking out certainly wouldn't help me and I do in fact have one of the galaxy's most advanced supercomputers sitting on my finger, ready to answer most of those questions. However, as I opened my mouth, I couldn't help but feel weirded out that I was about to talk to a piece of jewelry.

"Hmm...Ring? What's going on?"

+ Please clarify. + A soft spoken female voice said simply in the air, making me almost swat at it in reflex.

Like the world's greatest ear buds.

"Right. Well, where are we?"

+ I do not know our current location. None of the stars and such match any recorded maps. +

If the Ring doesn't know where we are, that either means we're somewhere in DC that hasn't been discovered or that we're not in the DC multiverse.

"Okay, let's think this through. My Ring, one of the most advanced supercomputers made by the Guardians of the Universe, the immortal founders and leaders of the interstellar peacekeeping force known as the Green Lantern Corps, has no idea where we are." Pausing and taking a few deep calming breaths. "Ring, what's my designation and give me whatever you can tell me about where we are."

+ You are designated Chris Whitmore, new Green Lantern of the interstellar peacekeeping force known as the Green Lantern Corps. No available data about this sector in the database. +

Looking around the space I'm in, I then ask. "Ring, can you detect any signs of life nearby? And ships, space stations and the like too."

Out of the Ring swept a green light that did a three-sixty around me and ended up pointing to my east. + I do not detect any life forms nearby, + I start to think where I could be, but the ring interrupts and continues, + I however do detect a dozen constructs that are not that far away from here orbiting a small planet, but no life signs on board them. +

"Alright, thanks Ring." I say to it, closing my eyes and thinking about the situation I'm in right now.

So, I'm a Green Lantern, in an unknown sector or universe, which my Ring knows nothing about, and has no idea of how I got here or what I should do. Well, I can ask the Ring about the first one and figure out the latter.

"Ring. How did we appear here?"

+ Unknown. +

"Wait what?! What the hell do you mean unknown?"

+ Clarification: it is unknown what manner of transportation was used to arrive here. It is unknown what occurred twelve minutes before the user asked the first question. It is unknown how the user and this ring were connected. It is unknown- +

"Right, I get it. You can stop now."

Okay, so actually figuring out what the hell happened to me will have to wait. For what, I don't know exactly, but all I know is that I'm floating in the middle of nowhere, with a Ring that also doesn't have a clue how we ended up here either. However, while I can't figure out why the hell I'm here, I can figure out what the hell I'm going to do.

Getting to the constructs, either ships or space stations, should be my first priority. While floating in space like this isn't bad to me as long as the Ring remains charged (it shields me from debris and radiation, continually creates the perfect atmospheric conditions and if needed I can survive on its energy alone, requiring no sustenance at all) it's still very disorienting and disquieting.

Actually having a ground beneath my feet, even if it is a metal one, will do wonders for my mental and emotional state.

And from there? I suppose I'll figure that out when the time comes I suppose. Speaking of time, while I'm travelling to the constructs…

"Ring. Set a course for the constructs. Also while we travel, I want you to instruct me in the basic things I can do with you."

+ Very well. Course has been set. Approximate travel time: 30 minutes and 12.821 seconds. +

Before it had even finished speaking, the soft green glow covering my body (which was clad in a very generic Green Lantern Uniform I only just noticed) flared up. A single tug on my right hand and I went off hurtling into space again, though thankfully I didn't scream this time.

+ One of the most basic things that Green Lanterns learn is energy construct creation. The ring can form constructs of Oan energy. The primary function of the power ring is to provide a weapon capable of transforming the wearer's thoughts into physical constructs Through the wearer's strength of Willpower. A Green Lantern can create any particular item or construct that they can imagine as long as they have the willpower necessary to make it into existence. The constructs are made out of bright green energy, which is a tangible form of pure willpower, and they exist only as long as a Green Lantern is fueling it with their willpower. Items created by the rings are not indestructible and are only as powerful as the willpower of the Green Lantern creating them. The types of constructs usually reflect the ring wearer's personality. +

As the soft voice steadily droned on, I briefly lamented the fact that, when you ask one of the most advanced supercomputers the basics, you're still going to end up with a lecture that will span more than 30 minutes and 12.821 seconds.

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The planet I landed on was...boring.

I know this is a strange thing to say when you first step foot on a planet at the ass end of the universe (it certainly wasn't as impressive as 'One small step for man') but after more than thirty minutes of soaring across the cosmos, surrounded by inky blackness which is broken up by vibrant nebulae and glistening far off stars.

Well, stepping foot on the planet (little smaller than Earth) simply didn't stack up.

Even when the little grass there was green and the edge of the atmosphere was a mix of green and blue, along with a small moon with a hole through the center of it.

This little planet was just on the edge of this star's life zone (or Circumstellar Habitable Zone, as the Ring kept on insisting), meaning that while it had enough liquid water and a sufficient atmospheric pressure to support life, said life really only consisted of sturdy vegetation and a host of small organisms surrounding the hydrothermal vents of this planets two small oceans.

All in all, it wasn't much to look at. Interestingly enough, according to intergalactic law that the Ring had on it, since I was the first sapient being to set foot on this planet, I got to name it. That's if I'm in one of the DC universes, but no proof so far. I had the Ring scan it for any constructs or disturbances from sapient beings, with the readings coming back negative, other than the constructs on the other side of the moon in space.

Deciding to walk to the other side instead of flying around it to give the Ring more time to teach me, cause I have no idea what's awaiting me. There could be automated defenses, droids and so on that are in the constructs that the Ring didn't detect.

It took me an hour of walking to finally get a view of what the Ring had detected, it would have taken longer but I had the Ring help me with forming constructs such as motorcycles and cars for practice. Using the Ring to create a pair of binoculars to get a better view, what I saw shocked me to my core.

Hanging on the edge of the atmosphere were spaceships that looked to have been through a battle in various states of destruction. That's not what surprised me though. What surprised me was that these ships, they're Star Wars ships, specifically Clone Wars ships.

"Fuck me!" I exclaim to no one. Using the zoom function on the binoculars, I see that there were seven ships up there, with three being Republic and four of them being Separatist.

+ Ring bearer, do you know these ships? +

"I uh...Yes I know where the ships are from, but I don't personally know these ships." Taking a few calming breaths and continuing. "There is a war that's been named The Clone Wars."

+ The Clone Wars? +

"This mainly focuses on the eponymous conflict between the Galactic Republic, which is supported by the Jedi Order, and the Confederacy of Independent Systems, a movement organized by the Sith Lord Count Dooku to unite numerous planetary systems seeking independence from the Republic against it." I explain as I take a seat on a rock near me, while keeping myself together and not having a panic attack. "Listen, We'll fly up there and do a survey on what's up there. Also Ring, what are your current energy levels?"

+ Energy levels currently at 100 percent. +

"Can I still recharge you with my personal Power Battery, which hopefully is linked up to the Central Power Battery somehow?"

+ Correct. Your personal power battery is currently located in your own sub-dimension that...is somehow still connected to the central power battery somehow. Interesting. Although you do not need the personal power battery with myself being a Oan power ring we are fueled by the internal power of its wielder and thus do not need to be recharged. The only time you would need the personal power battery is if you drain yourself and me. +

"Alright I'm not screwed fully then. Am I correct in assuming that you carry with you the knowledge of Oan scientific discoveries and blueprints of their technology?" I silently pray for a yes.

+ You are correct, though the available data is not as complete as the library on Oan. +

I released the breath I was holding in relief. "Doesn't matter, I want you to start teaching it to me after we investigate the remains of the battle above us."

The Green Lantern Rings are capable of emitting and storing energy (though stored energy will not be converted into Willpower-energy, it can only be released in the same form of energy it was absorbed in), and even transform energy into matter (it was how it generated an atmosphere for me in the void of space). If I can use the templates inside the Ring's database to create machinery from my hard-light constructs, then the Ring should still be able to teach me how to extract the resources I would need to create the tools I needed to create said machinery.

Getting up from the rock and feeding my will into the Ring, the green glow around me flaring to life. "Let's go." I say as I push off the ground and head toward the ships.