JLA Watchtower (Archive)

"Sector interceptors primed!"

"Reality coloactors ready!"

"Dimensional drill operational!"

Sinestro smiles, hovering in front of his army. One thousand of the greatest potential fearmongers in the universe, all at arms and ready to wage war on their opposite number, the Guardians of the Universe. It was nearly time. "My friends! What is our ambition?!"

"Order! Order! ORDER!" The assembly of rogues, sociopaths, and murderers chanted with religious ecstasy.

"And how will we bring that perfect order?!" Sinestro demanded of his horde.

And they answered in kind. "Fear! Fear! FEAR!"

"And what is the fate of the followers of a light that would oppose us?!" 

"DEATH! DEATH! DEATH!"

"Qwardians." Sinestro spoke in a normal tone of voice, "Now is the opportune moment you were looking for."

Terrified faces nodded, and a large, yellow drill tore a hole in space and time. Outside of the gleaming bubble sat Oa, the center of the universe, citadel of law, order, and decency.

Tonight, Sinestro would see the home of those he once called master burn. "SINESTRO CORPS, ATTACK!" he called, rocketing out into the positive reality, his followers soaring out around him like a yellow rain of locusts rising from nowhere to rip the planet clean!