Bury my body, part II

[blind-will.livejournal.com]

Authorities have been notified where to pick up the unconscious Royal Flush Gang, all alive - though Ace has been mostly disassembled, since he couldn't sedate him the way he did most of the gang.
As soon as the call is made, still flush with victory in the rematch, and his first real solo fight against a superhuman level threat, Travis picks something else up on his ring. Something odd from Earth, but extending out into deep space. Trying to analyze it just gets hints of magic - which he has more idea about than most lanterns, but is still far from expert.
Throwing caution to the wind, he launches himself after the faint trail, leaving Earth orbit within seconds, passing the moon where he fought the Manhunters, and then well beyond, following the hints of a trail.

Had he been a little more hesitant, he might have picked up on the news from Cuba... but trying to catch the hint of a trail before he loses it, he misses the situation concerning Kobra, Light, and the Outsiders entirely, single-mindedly following a thread he somehow feels is important in its own right, but not quite knowing why.

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[fraggedyourmom.livejournal.com]

And that's when the space around him suddenly explodes with a catasrtrophic fury.

[blind-will.livejournal.com]

Only his radarsense, always on to compensate for his vision, saves him. As it is, he barely gets shields up in time, and goes flying through space to the edge of some moon's gravity before he's able to stop himself.
On the upside, the explosion can't blind him, but he's partially deafened, and the debris and energy readings all over the chart from the explosion are giving him a hard time in trying to locate the source.

[fraggedyourmom.livejournal.com]

Heavy chains quickly start to bind him, with a sharp hook on the end of it to lock them in place.

And it's immediately followed by a supremely heavy fist to the back of the head.

[blind-will.livejournal.com]

The chains wrap around him, straining his shield. He senses the fist coming though, rolling with it - he's still going to have a headache tomorrow, but his skull isn't broken, and he's able to phase through the chains as he moves with the impact, turning and firing off a warning shot towards his assailant. "What the hell do you want?"

Sure, there's no sound in space, but thankfully, GLs have ways of making themselves heard.

[fraggedyourmom.livejournal.com]

"Just wanna frag ya," barks the Czarnian, as the warning shot doesn't even phase him.

A twitch of his hand, and suddenly his hog barrels out of nowhere to plow the giant skullteeth on its front end into the kid from behind.

[blind-will.livejournal.com]

Just as he's flying backwards, trying to get in a shot or two of his own, he gets hit from behind. Once again, having the split second warning helps - though its debatable whether it helps more to have the forewarning most GL's would miss out on, or Hal Jordan caliber shields.

Either way, he isn't cut in two, but he is slammed forward, teeth rattling. He finally manages to disengage from the bike, trying a new tactic - providing its engines more juice than it was designed to accomodate, trying to send it towards Lobo in overdrive.

[fraggedyourmom.livejournal.com]

Lobo's moved surprisingly quickly, and that chain is around the kid's neck before the bike can even react to the ring-sling.

A hard yank against his throat, from a man who can knock Superman around.

"Pansy-ass Lantern punks! You ain't crap without yer little toys!"

[blind-will.livejournal.com]

Whoever this thing is, he's a lot faster than Travis, and a lot better trained. By the time he's reacting, the chain is already wrapping around his neck, only the ring keeping his neck from snapping like a twig. Still trying to figure out what's going on, in the midst of the ambush, he manages to mouth 'why?', or maybe its 'who?' Same question, really.
Instead of panicking, his mind goes racing, taking in the radar images of his surroundings.
Desperately needing some distance, he keeps up the telekinesis on the bike, amping it up as fast as it can go, trying to crash it at full speed into the two of them - except Travis can phase through it.

[fraggedyourmom.livejournal.com]

Unless The Main Man knows his hog better than anyone else, including this little brat. He can feel it coming and his reflexes are fast enough for him to jerk upwards, planting a hand on the front end and hop into the pilot seat, while cinching the chain around the punk's throat and drag him behind - and set him on fire with the rocket exhaust in the process.

Ya just don't let a Lantern focus - that's how ya beat 'em. Get the drop and keep the pressure on, the job's in the bag.

"NOBODY TOUCHES MY BIKE, YA FRAGGIN' LITTLE PUSS-BAG! NOT EVEN WITH THAT FRAGGIN' RING!"

[blind-will.livejournal.com]

That almost does snap his neck with the sheer change in direction. He feels it tightening, straining against his shields, and a numbness creeping through his hands and feet. He spits blood, but manages to get the composure together to phase through the chain again, though this time there's no counterattack, all he can do to try and will the ring to fix the worst of it as he rights himself and tries to track his opponent, trying to ignore the scent of burnt leather and flesh filling his little atmosphere bubble... let alone the feel of burnt flesh.

[fraggedyourmom.livejournal.com]

No fraggin' focus.

Instantly, he's being peppered with gunfire as the hog turns around, as well as a few grenades exploding from random directions.

Then, an ejection from the bike launches his heavy shoulder at the kid's spine, with the hook ready to cave in his skull.

[blind-will.livejournal.com]

He evades the headshot, though it grazes the side, leaving a bloody streak across his temple. And, being a hook, on the tug, it digs deep into his ribcage from behind.
The explosions aren't as directly problematic, damage-wise, but they do serve to light up his radarsense from all directions, especially as wounded as he is - the sleep deprivation being covered for by the ring probably doesn't help either.

But if this bastard wants him closer - fine. Stiffening up his shields, he launches towards Lobo, following the chain, and preparing for a collision.

[fraggedyourmom.livejournal.com]

The bastard wants the bastich dead.

Which is why Lobo doesn't try to evade this collision at all. Instead, he braces against his bike and shows exactly why he picks fights with Superman all the time.

A big white fist is there to meet his charge, and the instant the impact rattles the kid, the machete is there to dig underneath and carve out some organs.

[blind-will.livejournal.com]

He may not be Superman, or anywhere near it, but a Green Lantern going full tilt, even Travis, still pacts a lot of impact... but Travis most definitely takes the worst of it.
His head snaps back on impact, jaw dislocating, one eye already blackening. The machete slashes through his weakened fields, the ring's emergency backups kicking in to temporarily fill in for a kidney and part of one intestine.
Pushing away on instinct as much as anything, Travis begins to tumble towards the moon they're near, caught in its gravity, and not able to consciously arrest his fall just yet, though it is beginning to clear his head.

[fraggedyourmom.livejournal.com]

The impact also knocked Lobo back into the seat of his bike, but he recovers from a bell-ringing pretty quickly.

Revving up, he drops down after the mark in a nosedive, setting off the automatic machine guns from the front skull's eyes.

[blind-will.livejournal.com]

Trying to keep his internal organs together and semblance of oxygen, the kill shots are stopped as much by the ring's inherent lifesaving programming as Travis' will and intent right now. Numerous shots graze him, leaving his coat in bloody tatters and covering him with streaks of bloody bullet wounds, partly deflected, with a few more shells lodged in his arms and legs.
Worse is the impact with the surface, leaving a teenager shaped divot in the soft ground a foot deep.
He lies there, curling up to have to cover as little surface area with his shield as he can, gasping in shallow breaths through at least one perforated lung, not even trying to stand up, since at least the crater from the re-entry crash affords him some cover from bullets.

[fraggedyourmom.livejournal.com]

Lobo's giant boots land in a dust cloud right next to the mark's body, as he starts to wire up a massive handful of explosives.

"Ya startin' ta feel it, ya little puke? Down in yer gut? That fear that yer about ta suck in yer last breath? I'm gonna take this whole moon out, just ta make sure you're good and fragged."

[blind-will.livejournal.com]

The words are sounding far away. He can feel himself bleeding, but its sort of detached from reality. The taunts of the bounty hunter don't mean much right at the moment - despite the mention of fear, and his apparent impending doom, he doesn't feel fear any more than he has any other day in his life.
The mention of fear, however, sets his mind back in motion, snapping him out of his daze. Where others lose focus in a crisis, its always been what saw him through life on the streets without sight. His brain starts tearing through images - the word fear reminds him of Sinestro... how he uses whatever he does with his ring, aside from the physical manifestations, to dominate even Guy, and some of the other heavy hitters... and yet he seemed to perplexed and irritated by Travis, despite the kid lantern being nowhere near his power level.
The brief contemplation that he might finally die here, finally at peace after a difficult life brings Tara to mind - the last time he can recall being at peace. Holding her, hearing nothing but the music and her breathing. And of everything, his only regret is thinking he may never see her again.

That's where the spark lights. The will to use the ring. And at death's door, the racing thoughts turn into something like a plan.

There's a blinding flash of green light, followed by a strobe, constantly flaring and flashing with blinding intensity. And Travis, grinding bones and a dozen wounds and all, isn't in the hole anymore.

Unable to move his jaw, the voice is telepathic, and hard to tell what direction its coming from.
*Who the F*ck are you, and who sent you?*

[fraggedyourmom.livejournal.com]

Where the frag did the puke go?

Freakin' rings. Shoulda just chopped the fraggin' hand off first.

"I'm The Main Man, bastich, and yer mom sent me to clean up the mess she dropped! C'mon out and take yer medicine!"

[blind-will.livejournal.com]

Its a bluff, Travis is nowhere near in any shape to go toe to toe anymore. The ring is struggling to keep his insides in. But he was able to manage the short jump, and now keeps up the bright green radiance to try and keep Lobo from locating him while he finally goes with the idea that occurred to him on Death's door.

*The main man, huh? I dunno, I'd say that was Superman, maybe Hal Jordan. I don't think you're good enough to carry big blue's jock strap.*

Just keep him talking. Maybe then he won't notice too quickly that Travis has lit the fuse or activated the timer on every explosive device on Lobo's person or on his bike.

[fraggedyourmom.livejournal.com]

Lobo's got a nose for tracking a guy. It would only take him a bit of focus to stalk down the little turd and finish wiping him out.

But he's too busy being pissed.

"I eat pieces o' crap like yer Stuperman for breakfast, bastich! Matter o' fact, once I'm through carvin' out yer brain, I'll eat it like an apple and spit it in the big dork's face!"

Then, a glance down at his boomsticks.

"FRAGGIN' FRAG OF A FRAG FRAG - "

[blind-will.livejournal.com]

When he wakes up, Travis is still flying away from the explosion, with nothing in space to stop his momentum. Awareness takes a while, but he finally comes to enough to stop himself, and get his bearings.

The ring confirms that he's still alive, but only barely. He's only conscious instead of being put into a healing coma because he instructed the ring to help him stay conscious and not let him doze off.

A scan reveals, not so much no sign of Lobo... but a lot of signs of him, all over the place. Of course, it also tells the Lantern that based on GL past encounters with the Main Man, he won't stay down forever.

Taking his time about it, Travis does what he can to leave signs in the cratered side of the moon that he died in the explosion, and shifts his readings about to make him harder to find...
Then he notices the bike...what's left. He curses himself, but summons the will to start putting it back together. He leaves it in a crater, together, but with all the fuel leaked out, the damage only superficial looking - ruptured fuel cells, but placing it where it looks like it somehow survived the fight unscathed. Even he's not sure why, aside from knowing just how the biker gangers where he grew up felt about their bikes... for some, it was all they really had that separated them from the rest of the trash.

That done, and realizing that in doing so, it took attention away from fixing things like, say, his kidneys, Travis sets the ring's course towards Earth, and just drifts for a while through a lot of empty space.