On Qward, there was a group of the Qwardians, known as the Weaponers.
Among them, there was a special one, one who was approached by Sinestro, due to the being’s immense reputation, one who knew Sinestro better than any other being in the multiverse.
He was simply known as The Weaponer—don’t forget that capital ‘T’. He created the first Yellow Power Ring for Sinestro, which was the base for the rings for the entire Sinestro Corps that followed.
So, to those who were not armed with such knowledge already, it would be shocking to see this being, nearly unarmed, and tinkering within his shop, working on who-knew-what to either advance his own personal causes, the Sinestro Corps, or the people of his world in general.
One thing was usually true, though: it probably wouldn’t end well for the people of the positive matter universe.
And this was how Thaal Sinestro found him.
“Weaponer,” the fuchsia-skinned overlord of his self-named Corps spoke with a most imperious tone of voice.
“That’s THE Weaponer to you, Sinestro…” the being replied as he tinkered away on … well, it would appear to be a body of sorts. Unusual practice for a Qwardian Weaponer for sure, but this when there was a task that could further a Weaponer’s, ANY Weaponer’s understanding of their craft more intimately, a hands-on-approach was always taken, no matter the subject.
Sinestro sneered at the obvious disrespect shown towards him. “You should be careful of the tone you choose when you speak to me; you wouldn’t like the possible outcomes…”
The blacksmith of powers beyond the understandings of most beings of both the universe and even his fellows of the anti-matterverse kept his back turned to Sinestro. “Just shut up and allow me my jibes. You’ve already conquered Qward—even after we helped you, forcing us to make you rings day and night around the clock.”
“True,” the Korugarian replied. “But not you.
“You, whom bestowed me my power, I allow some freedom; freedom to come up with bigger, brighter things … and it’s time for you to pay your dues for my fount of generosity that has been given.”
A small smile played on the Weaponer’s lips. “How’s Soranik doing lately?”
He still smiled, laughing even as a yellow construct of a spiked hand smacked against him, striking him with such force that he went flying through his workshop, crashing into a table and causes pieces of unrefined yellow ore to go scattering about all over the floor. From the wreckage, the slowly sat up, giving his imperial captor a smile of blood-stained teeth as he watched the snarling gaze of Sinestro through the cracked lenses of his goggles. “Hit a nerve, did I?”
Before he could blink, Sinestro was before him, ring glowing with power, wanting to be unleashed, power to vaporize the being. “Remember your place, Weaponer,” Sinestro hissed. “You know much of me, more than any other being in all of existence.
“Do you think I allow such for any other reason, than your usefulness to me?”
The Weaponer continued to smile. “It is that very knowledge that allows me to understand just how far I can push you, Sinestro,” he spoke, pushing the hand of his attacker to the side, before standing up.
“Now, dispense with the usual ‘pleasantries’ your visits entail and be quick about what you need. My work will only wait for so long.”
Eyes narrowed in slight rage, Sinestro turned his ring towards a nearby computer terminal, and fired.
Unlike what may have been expected by an outsider looking in, the console did not explode. That had not been the energy’s purpose.
As the screen lit up, several scenes began to play across it in the full color spectrum. The beam had been a download.
Needless to say, The Weaponer was intrigued. He made his way over the console station, his right hand coming up to the side of his head to lift his goggles. The smile was instantly gone, lips firming as eyelids narrowed his gaze. The Qwardian studied this information intently, his left hand tapping a holographic keypad, rewinding, enhancing, and shifting the frame of focus. He lost track of everything else in the room—the destruction, the corpse/project, the Korugarian captor who’s patience was dwindling—all so he could focus on the information that Sinestro had been so kind as to gift him.
Slowly, that devious, self-important smile began to stretch across the man’s face once more; teeth now showing a slightly pink stain. “My, oh my, Sinestro … it seems there’s someone who’s pulling a ‘Guardian’ on you … and he’s not just settling for merely Will like those old fossils polar opposite to my homeworld are.”
“I know this,” Sinestro stated.
“But it is so much more than what you see,” The Weaponer responded. “No ring, just pure will to create any construct, one of any color…
“No, my mistake; he cannot be going ‘Guardian’, for he has expanded beyond even what the Guardians are capable of, even the Zamarons.
“Each uses but one flavor of the entire spectrum.
“This child, I suspect, could use it all.”
Slowly, he turned on his chair, focusing once again on Sinestro. “And everything I have said, you yourself would have already deduced.
“So, I ask once again, what is it you require of me?”
“A ring,” Sinestro replied firmly.
“… And?” The Weaponer inquired with a curious tone. “I believe I mentioned earlier that you enslaved my planet earlier—and believe me, those screams are a bitch to ignore at night when I’m trying to sleep—so you have my people mining Qward’s precious ore to give our Master Craftsmen to pump out rings around the clock—rings that then fly off to find those worthy of serving your might and spread fear across the positive-matter universe.
“So why not just go to the Factory Floor and pick one out of the tens of thousands waiting final testing?”
“Because, I don’t need another ‘production model’ Ring. I need one to be hand crafted laboriously, given the utmost attention, detail and care…” he said, as he held up his hand for emphasis, the ring on his hand shining. “Remember, such back in the ‘good ol’ days’ when you spent three weeks crafting this piece of perfection?”
Again, The Weaponer’s grin was gone. “Are you daft!?” he snapped at the fuchsia fucker, ignoring the baleful yellow glow of the man’s eyes. “I don’t have the kind of time to put into a single ring like I had back then! I have other projects that need my attention!”
“Then consider this an order from on high!” Sinestro shouted. “All other work, even work you do for my Corps, is superseded until further notice! And if someone has a problem with that, tell them that they can take it up with me!” His eyes were now glowing with a powerful yellow aura around them. “I don’t care how long it takes. I need another ring.”
“Yeesh,” the Qwardian grumbled. “You see one kid using power and already you want to replace your original and unique piece of true craftsmanship with something stronger!”
Now it was Sinestro who was smiling. “Oh no, this ring isn’t for me. It’s for the boy.”
“WHAT!?”
Sinestro nodded. “I have no doubt the child will still live. That human fool will see to that.” If there was one thing Sinestro knew he could count on, it would be the sentimentality of those human Lanterns.
The Weaponer turned back to the screens, watching the image of the fourth human Green Lantern with the children. “Perhaps, although even you have admitted that there are those within the Guardians who would just as easily dissect the child than speak to it.”
Sinestro started to smile. “And as such, I wish to … induct this child, into our Corps.”
“I see,” The Weaponer drawled. “You wish for … similar safeguards, as those you have on the Monitor of my universe.”
“Nothing less would be acceptable,” Sinestro stated, staring at the screen. “And perhaps, nothing less than a hundred times that, would give us the control we would need.”
“So let me get this straight,” The Weaponer said as he considered everything Sinestro was asking of him. “You want me to give him a ring that is on par with your own, giving him the freedom to wield fear in the same dimensions you can, because—and I’m just guessing here—you feel anything else would be burned out by the sheer power of his direct control over the emotional spectrum. Also, because of that self-same power, with a specialized ring, you can put in all kinds of nasty geis-style safety locks that can be piled one-atop of another, to the point where you could have an instantaneous ‘kill-switch’ if so needed?”
Nodding his head firmly, Sinestro replied, “Precisely.”
Considering all of this for a moment, The Weaponer took a few seconds to remember a term that he’d heard a rather huge arsehole of a Czarnian use. After a moment, the craftsman finally asked the Leader of the Sinestro Corps., “I’m being ‘Punk’d’, aren’t I?”
“… No,” Sinestro growled out.
Letting out a huff, the man turned back to the monitors.
“Is it possible for you to accomplish or not?” demanded Sinestro.
“… No.”
Sinestro blinked, not expecting such an answer.
“With the current data we have, it is not possible,” The Weaponer continued. “What you have given me is incomplete. It offers me only a fraction of the needed data to even begin to formulate what sort of ring and programming would be required to do as you ask.
“As with you, as with the Monitor of my people, I would need much more, to craft the perfect ring.
“Get me that,” he said, facing Sinestro, “and we shall see if our faiths in my abilities are true.”
Sinestro slowly nodded, understanding the man’s reasoning. They would—at most—get one shot at bringing this child into the fold. After that, the child would either be poisoned against them, or dead.
Obviously, as distasteful as it was, Sinestro would prefer the latter, if events came to that conclusion.
“You will get what you desire, Weaponer,” the Korugarian replied, starting to levitate off the floor as his form was enveloped in a tight shell of yellow light. “When the needs are met, I shall bring you your data. Until then, you best keep to your work... although I suggest you focus your efforts on sleep for now!” he started to smirk, a rather devious and knowing smile. “Because once we start, you’re not stopping until it’s finished.”
And with that, the power of Sinestro’s yellow ring allowed his to phase-shift, disappearing from the Anti-Matterverse to return to his Corps proper in the positive Universe.
Looking about and taking a few minutes to make certain that the fuchsia fascist was gone, The Weaponer allowed himself to mumbled a few more words he’d picked up from that same interstellar motorcycle-riding Czarnian. “Fragging bastich…”
“This … is … AWESOME!” cried Ukyo, flying about in space, as she danced to and fro, enveloped in a shell of blue energy.
Ranma had to smile, enjoying his friend’s antics, as well as the ‘feel’ of flying without aid in the void.
Hey, he didn’t count it as aided, since he actually created the ring.
“I can’t believe the guy did it,” Guy Gardner muttered, looking back on Oa, before staring at the excited children. “Ganthet tell you how they got away with this, let alone let them off Oa?”
Kyle shrugged. “He said it was best we didn’t ask.” True, he didn’t know if it was something the Guardians might claim was ‘above’ human understanding or not—he preferred to think it involved a lot of blackmail, but that could be from watching too many Soaps when he was unemployed—and he didn’t truly care.
“And of course, there was planet Ryut in Sector 666...” Ganthet replied. “Boy Basilius, your face must have been RED when the streets ran with it due to the Manhunters punishing a child jay-walking with COMPLETE AND UTTER GENOCIDE OF THE RYUT RACE!!” He held up both his hands. “Oh, OH! And let’s not forget the deal made to keep everyone out of The Vega System, one which we don’t even have a Sector Number for because of Him…”
… Okay, maybe he cared a little. But hey! He was human! Curiosity was a natural aspect of being such!
Sure, it was known for killing cats
But he was a cartoonist, so he’d faced a hell of a lot worse than any four-legged feline friend ever had! They got free tuna and belly rubs. He got deadlines and a girlfriend in the refrigerator.
“Damn, this stuff is good!” Guy mumbled as he ate the doughy piece of goodness held firmly in his hands. “I tell you, she may be bad at Lantern Cosplaying but damn it if she doesn’t make a good Okonomickeymousie…”
“… Guy,” the younger Green Lantern spoke, not sure if he should ask or not. Still, considering how he felt about cats. “Where did you get another okonomiyaki from?”
The soulless ginger whom had that special gift of turning even the most staunch-pacifists into a bloodthirsty mob out for vengeance, merely pointed to the girl in blue; various perishable foodstuffs and materials floating around here within a protective blue coating as she made free-floating okonomiyaki.
Besides her, the ponytailed boy was ‘om-nom-noming’ on another of his own.
Kyle just blinked; pretty sure he hadn’t been that deep in thought. “This is nice and all, but we need to head back to Earth, and I’m pretty sure you don’t want to try cooking at superluminal velocities.”
“Super-what?” Ukyo asked, as she packed away her supplies.
“Superluminal,” Ranma offered. “Warp speed, faster-than-light,” he continued to explain.
Kyle nodded. “Right; we’re going to be going pretty fast, and while it is usually the rings the plot the courses and whatnot so we don’t do a bug-on-the-windshield impression on any planets, your rings are still pretty new and untested.
“So, no taking chances.”
“Meh!” mumbled Guy, stuffing the rest of the food into his mouth.
Kyle sighed as the redhead let off a loud and rather obnoxious belch—seriously, whoever said ‘in space, no one can hear you scream’ was a dirty liar—left to wonder how it was that the Guardians could trust Gardner of all people to come along with him to drop the kids off.
“We do have some concerns about this Kuonji female,” Appa Ali Apsa spoke up with a serious tone. “She seems to be able to super-charge Green Lanterns, breaking their levels pass the safety perimeters set on their rings. Are you sure it is wise to let her run with any members of the Corps?”
Turning to his fellow Guardian, Ganthet inquired, “Yes. She is a good cook. And Lantern 2814.2, Guy Gardner has taken a liking to her culinary arts. And when his mouth is full he cannot speak.”
The male Guardian mentally smiled as there was a lot of—surprisingly—excited chatter amongst the Guardian Council. Got’cha, bitches!
Finally, Kyle shrugged and merely chalked it up to Garnder being a member of Justice League International, so it was possible—okay, a VERY slim chance but possible—that he actually understood Earth Geography and International Law to the point where he could at least take the two to Japan and NOT cause an upset that would send the locals out to bomb Pearl Harbor a SECOND time.
… On second thought, he’d drop Gardner off at the Watchtower … or in the ocean. It was best not to take chances. “Shall we go?”
“Hell yeah!”
Guy just blinked. “Seriously, kid; you might need to clean up your language a bit.”
“Hey! Do I tell you how to speak?” Ukyo demanded.
“Woah, kid; just saying that someone so young shouldn’t even know half those words.”
“Oh,” Ukyo blushed. “I learned them when me and my dad set up shop near a military base.”
Kyle just palmed his face. It was nice to see the military was showing the world a good public image.
“Moving on,” he said quickly, trying to ensure less mental scars for him—his father and dead girlfriend were enough for now, thank you. “Before we leave, we have one last thing to talk about.”
The two children and one ginger just stared at him, uncomprehending.
“… You need masks,” Kyle sighed.
“Masks?” Ranma piped curiously. “What would we need masks for?”
“Yeah!” the young okonomiyaki chef practically barked out. “Why would I want to hide who I am? I’m proud to be Ranma’s fiancée and half of the an awesome Dynamic Duo!”
The cartoon artist-turned Green Lantern raised an eyebrow. “… Dynamic Duo?” Kyle asked dubiously.
Scratching his chin curiously, Guy couldn’t help but mumble, “I think I saw Batman punch a guy for calling him and Robin that once,” although truthfully, The Dark Knight struck when someone called him and Robin, ‘The Ambiguously Gay Duo’.
And that someone had been Guy himself.
“You stay out of this,” Kyle said, pointing at Guy.
“And you two,” Kyle spoke, “need to wear masks. Some of us wear them because our family and friends cannot protect themselves, and if our enemies know who we are, then they can strike at them, to get to us.”
“But then why doesn’t he wear one?” asked Ukyo.
“Because he’s a soulless ginger,” Kyle answered.
“Hey!”
“And our fathers are martial artists,” Ranma offered, considering Kyle’s response.
“Can they handle super villains made of radiation, stone, and all things that grind bone?”
The young pigtailed youth considered that for a moment. “I’m pretty sure mine can,” he said after a moment. “I mean, he’s a super-duper martial artist and is training me in all kinds of ways! Like the time he strapped a couch to my back and sat on it while eating Kentucky Fried Chicken as I outran wolves!”
“Bullshit,” Guy was quick to argue. “No way you could outrun wolves with those tiny little child legs!”
“Well, I didn’t have to,” Ranma admitted. “When Pops began choking on a chicken bone, I took that moment to create a large Japanese Grizzly Bear of Yellow Light and sent them running in the opposite direction. Dad was upset to see the wolves had left once I performed the Heimlich, but then he rewarded me with some delicious chicken as well!”
“… Japanese Grizzly Bear of Yellow Light?” asked Guy.
“… Just trust me on this,” Kyle said. “Doesn’t matter if they can protect themselves. Eventually, you will have someone in your life that can’t stand against what wants to hurt you.
“For me, it was my fiancée,” Kyle stated sadly. True, he didn’t want to scar children either, but better through a story than finding someone they cared about stuffed into a fridge … that the bastard put a ‘Use by’ date on her body too.
Ukyo sniffed a bit, wiping a tear from her eye. She wouldn’t be too happy if anything happened to her Ranchan.
Their fathers? …. Oh well, life of martial artists, fraught with peril, yadda-yadda-yadda.
Emotion: Love Ranma just nodded his head, not even vocalizing the thought that had run through his mind, as a nō mask appeared over his face.
Looking over at him, Ukyo relented, making a similar one.
“Great,” Guy muttered, “now it does feel like we’re taking them trick-or-treating.”
“Uh … I don’t think you kids need to go that far,” Kyle replied. The less things that Garnder could start arguing with them about, the better. “Just a pair of eye masks will do.”
He groaned as, while Ukyo was fine with a blue domino mask, Ranma’s was green with a cowl and a pair of pointed ears. “No, you can’t be THAT Dynamic Duo either!” he replied sullenly. “Trust me, the less attention you get from the Joker, THE BETTER!”
“Awww!” Ranma pouted like the child he was. “But Batman’s so cool! He’s the martial artist of Super Heroes!”
Gardner snorted. “So are Wild Cat and Bronze Tiger. Why don’t you just emulate him?” the ginger frowned and realized, “Come to think of it, why is it the people that are actually trained in martial arts the ones who take up animal-themed personas?”
“… You know, that is disturbingly insightful of you,” Kyle admitted as he thought about it as well. Really, why DID all the ‘my power is that of punching and kicking’ heroes choose animal themes?
“You know,” Ranma continued, “with the progress of technology and biometrics, a simple mask over the eyes won’t do it for too much longer. I mean, cheek bone structures, teeth, even ears will eventually be patterns inside a database that can be used to identify you.
“Eventually, these things will provide as much a disguise as a pair of glasses.”
In Metroplois, a certain Man of Steel sneezed, accidentally erasing the entire resume he was working on.
“… Never a useable super power when you really need it,” he muttered, as he resumed his work.
“Fine, then use one like mine?” Kyle pointed to his face. “A bit layered and hides certain curvatures, like the nose,” he motions how there was a nasal bridge portion of his mask.
Both Ranma and Ukyo considered that for a moment before concentrating. Eventually, they took on similar eye-masks … although Ukyo’s had a triangular extension at the top of hers which had her Blue Lantern Sigil on the forehead while Ranma’s was solid green so there wasn’t even a visible white to his eyes. “Better, Kyle-san?”
Giving the two a thumbs-up, the dark-haired Green Lantern replied, “Much better!”
“Can we get going?” Guy asked somewhat irritably. “And what is a Yellow Light Bear!?”
“No time!” Kyle smirked, as he aimed towards Earth. “Follow me, guys!” he called out, before going superluminal.
“I hope it has those lights like off the television!” Ukyo squealed, as she and Ranma followed.
Guy just growled as he took off as well. And people wondered why he was so irritable! You would be too if people kept ignoring you when you asked for an explanation.
“Okay! We’re stopping!” Kyle yelled, after Ukyo kept trying to change their course. “Now, what is it?” he asked the assembled Lanterns.
“I have to help that!” Ukyo called out, pointing to their side.
Blinking, the trio of Green Lanterns turned … and spotted two ships attacking a space-born … whale.
“The hell is that?” Gardner asked.
Kyle shrugged, before turning to his ring.
“Species: Zao-Filg, a space-faring life form, currently endangered, due to medicinal properties of its body.”
“… It could have just said giant space-whale,” Guy grumbled.
“Then we better save it,” Ranma called out, as he and Ukyo raced towards the space-poachers.
“Wait, we can…” Watching the two children just fly off, all gung-ho to kick some ass, the brunette sighed. “We can merely approach them as interstellar police officers.”
Chuckling, the redheaded Green Lantern replied, “Hey! I like these kids’ style! Not often I get to go all ‘Dirty Harry’ in deep space!”
“… And you wonder why you have the most demerits in the entire Corps,” Kyle pointed out in all seriousness.
Smirking, Guy was quick to add, “A record held for three years straight, thank you very much!” He then took off in the directions of the kids and the Dao Tao Zao-flung Zao-thing Giant Space-Whales.
Sighing in annoyance as the children and man-child flew off the handle, Kyle merely shook his head. “I miss being the irresponsible one...”
And was he the only one who saw the irony of two Japanese youths, fighting people to save whales?
“Now, you guys be good in there!” called out the smirking Gardner, as he tossed another of the poachers into a generated containment sphere.
Oh, how he loved it when they resisted arrest! “And just think, soon, you’ll be on Oa … until we ship your asses off to whatever passes for the local law office!”
Kyle just shook his head, looking at what remained of the vessels. Oddly enough, the one Guy had been dealing with, wasn’t the most damaged.
That was Ukyo’s. For a Lantern of Hope, she certainly knew how to open a can of Whoop-Ass.
Ranma’s was almost surgical in how it was assaulted. Even now, he had constructs going to the other damaged ships, pulling the wreckages together.
Great; now I have to be the responsible one and give them a talk about what rules the Corps have for ‘Spoils of War’.
And Ukyo … was cooing at the injured Zap…
Screw it! He was calling them, ‘Space Whales’.
“Awww! Aren’t you a cute space whale?” Ukyo practically purred to the lovely and majestic creature. “Who’s my cute and precious space whale? You!” she whispered to the lovely multi-colored iridescent creature that people back home would’ve paid eight-hundred-thousand Yen a kilogram for. “Yes you are. Yes you ARE!”
Interestingly, the creature seemed to catch onto the vibe of the Blue Lantern and let out its own little melodic croon; its flippers and tail energetically flapping.
“… So … ‘Free Willy 4: The Final Frontier’?” Guy offered, actually causing his compatriot to smirk.
Ranma floated by, looking at the new injuries the creature was sporting, as well as old scars. “Hey, Ucchan, you going to heal him up or what?” Ranma asked, as something inside his mind clicked into place.
“… What?” asked the three other Lanterns.
Ranma looked at them for a moment, after shaking his head, as if to reassert his train of thought. “Yeah! The Blue Light is the best for healing injuries, old and new.”
“… Come to think of it,” Kyle spoke, scratching his chin, “when you hit me with that on Earth, all my aches and pains disappeared.”
“… Seriously, you guys are telling me what the hell happened on Earth!” Guy demanded.
Ukyo blinked, staring at her ring, and back up to the space whale. “Um … how, Ranchan? You didn’t exactly give me an Owner’s Manual for this thing.”
Ranma smirked. “Just like everything else, Ucchan; you have to desire it to happen!”
Shoulders sagging, Ukyo took a deep breath, and pointed her ring at her new friend—and hoped she wasn’t about to accidentally fry him. She focused her will into the ring, wanting her new friend to be as good as new.
Soon, the giant creature was covered in the same blue glow as Ukyo’s life support field. As the field grew brighter, the fresh wounds seemed to seal themselves up, what passed for its skin growing healthier, as scars vanished, missing chunks seemed to grow back, and dull areas retook a lustier sheen.
“WWWUURROOOOOOOOOO!“ the huge space whale seemed to sing as it grew even brighter, it’s whole body shimmering and shifting like the spectrum of light; mostly maintaining indigo and soft violet colors as it reflected starlight.
In response, that same crooning could be heard not too far off, proving once again that in space, you really could hear a lot of things—thus raping the laws of physics—and making the Blue Lantern smile wide with happiness that she caused the big and gentle Space Whale to feel better and sing so happily.
That was … until she saw a whole pod of them coming nearby, some looking worse, but not many looking better.
“Um, Ranchan,” Ukyo spoke with awe, “I’m gonna need my Battery.” He had somehow made it disappear, with the promise to return it to her once they were back on Earth … and in no danger of making Green Power Rings explode.
Guy just looked around. “Well … as much as I love being in a Disney movie, I got these guys to drop off for trial, execution, whatever.
“Catch you later, and I damn well want the full story then, Rayner!” he yelled, taking off at superluminal.
Ranma just looked around at the assembled space whales … and smiled. If these guys were endangered, then perhaps he could put a lesson his father taught him to good use.
“I need to make frickin’ lasers for their frickin’ heads,” he mused.
You could learn a lot from movies.
“… Lasers?” Kyle asked curiously.
Nodding his head, Ranma raised his hand, using his ring to create constructs of the desired idea.
Kyle just stared as he saw each Space Whale suddenly decked out with what could have been considered a Howitzer Tank on a hand-band. And interestingly enough, if the melody coming from the space mammals was to be interpreted, one might think they liked it … a lot.
“And I thought whales were pacifists…”
Ranma just shrugged, as he pulled Ukyo’s Blue Lantern Battery from his subspace pocket—Ganthet was pretty tight-lipped about where Green Lantern Batteries were supposed to go to, and he was saving that little ‘experiment’ for later—and sent it towards her, even as she was healing another space-whale. “Feh, how long could you be hunted, before deciding to give war a chance?”
“… Point,” Kyle admitted. “And how do you plan to even power those war suits?”
Ranma just smirked. “I created a Power Battery … apparently,” he spoke, still not recalling just how he did that … or the rings. “Besides, I have four wrecked starships here, a ring that tells me anything I want to know, and an imagination fed by the movies, TV, and books.
“By the time Ucchan is done healing them, these guys will be able to take on a small nation … or planet…”
Kyle just palmed his face. Ganthet had given him one simple command: get these kids back to Earth and away from Oa while he dealt with the other Guardians.
Now, he was arming formerly pacifistic space whales.
“I wonder if odd stuff like this ever happens to Jordan,” he muttered, before deciding to just give in, and add his own artistic talent to Ranma’s design.
Besides, those lasers kinda looked cool.
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