In The Dark Of The Night
Jul. 8th, 2009 10:47 pm![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
Mogo, the planet Green Lantern. Besides being a useful member and training facility for the revived Corps, Mogo has served as something of a mascot. "Look!" the Green Lanterns say, "We have a planet! Aren't we boss?"
Little do they know, there is a prophecy...
The sun Mogo is currently orbiting grows dim, as a shimmering darkness slowly eclipses it. Only after a moment is the shape visible, the twisted spires and blinking lights of the most wicked city in the universe. Ranx...the Sentient City!
Inside of Ranx, the mummy-like form of Enkafos crosses his arms, deep in thought. Finally, he gives a nod, and within the twisted, screaming bowls of the living city, child like forms begin to multiply. The Children of the White Lobe...turned into living bombs by the machinations of Seer Ruggle, Bomb Mistress of Rorc!
"It is time." Enkafos speaks, his dry, dusty voice sending a shiver of fear down the spine of the most hardened Sinestro Corps warrior. "The stars are right. Today...the planet Mogo dies."
And Ranx, the being the Guardians thought fated to destroy Mogo so many thousands of years ago, bellows a war cry as hundreds of yellow armored fearmongers fly out of its armored recesses, screaming the war cry...of the Sinestro Corps!
Little do they know, there is a prophecy...
The sun Mogo is currently orbiting grows dim, as a shimmering darkness slowly eclipses it. Only after a moment is the shape visible, the twisted spires and blinking lights of the most wicked city in the universe. Ranx...the Sentient City!
Inside of Ranx, the mummy-like form of Enkafos crosses his arms, deep in thought. Finally, he gives a nod, and within the twisted, screaming bowls of the living city, child like forms begin to multiply. The Children of the White Lobe...turned into living bombs by the machinations of Seer Ruggle, Bomb Mistress of Rorc!
"It is time." Enkafos speaks, his dry, dusty voice sending a shiver of fear down the spine of the most hardened Sinestro Corps warrior. "The stars are right. Today...the planet Mogo dies."
And Ranx, the being the Guardians thought fated to destroy Mogo so many thousands of years ago, bellows a war cry as hundreds of yellow armored fearmongers fly out of its armored recesses, screaming the war cry...of the Sinestro Corps!