Green Lantern: First Flight

I'll tell you, Carol, it's quite a sight

up here. All those stars, the blue water.

Reminds me of that night in Cabo.

Remember?

Hal, stay on the flight.

A lot of sangria that night.

- Boy, could you put it away.

- Hal.

I don't know how

we made it to the hotel...

Hal, you're at 91,400 feet.

Ten feet higher, the window cracks

and you're tapioca.

Just pushing it a little.

Maybe we'll set a record for the company.

Please, Hal. For once in your life,

no stunts, no surprises.

No surprises.

Find him.

Make this landing and we'll have

a perfect flight, Mr. Jordan.

So does this mean I get a gold star,

or just an incredible simulation?

What happened to the power?

Hello?

Carol? Anybody?

If I have to fly

this freaking park ride again...

Okay.

My God.

No.

It's all right.

My time has come.

You speak English.

No.

It's the ring.

It has chosen you. Take it.

You are now a Green Lantern...

...one of the protectors of the universe.

The Guardians will send for you.

Use...

...the ring...

...wisely.

What the hell?

...and when that weird

glow cleared, the simulator was...

Was there an earthquake?

I guess it's okay,

but a whole week?

Where are you going?

I don't know. I thought I'd do

some exploring. See some new sights.

Not much else to do

until we get word on the prototype.

Well, at least the simulator

wasn't damaged too badly.

Hey, Carol, gotta run.

I'll call you from...

...wherever.

So it's true.

Abin Sur really is dead.

Where is his body?

- I said, where is...?

- It was blown up with the spacecraft.

I want it off.

Hey!

The poozer's not even trained.

Someone's been practicing.

And without a manual.

Let's all power down for a moment,

shall we?

I don't think

we've been properly introduced.

My name is Sinestro.

This is Boodikka, Tomar Re...

- ...and you've met our charming Kilowog.

- Heh.

- And you?.

- Hal Jordan.

Well, Hal Jordan...

...we are members

of the Green Lantern Corps...

...an elite, intergalactic force

from the planet Oa.

Our superiors are a group of immortals

known as the Guardians.

- Yeah. They're supposed to send for me.

- That's right.

We're to bring you back for a little chat.

And in case you're wondering...

...this is not a request.

The ring isn't yours

until the Guardians have decided.

- Okay.

- Very good.

Tomar, would you do the honors?

We thought the trip might be easier

for you in a more earthly construct.

Uh, thanks.

You must understand, earthling...

...the Green Lantern Corps

is a privileged organization.

Not just anyone can join.

There are tremendous commitments.

Each Lantern is responsible...

...for patrolling one of 3600 sectors

of the universe.

- But...

- Sort of like one cop per precinct.

Uh, yes. I... I suppose.

My uncle was a cop.

Yes, but...

Thirty years on the

Coast City police force.

He used to let me

turn on the siren. Nice guy.

But more than that,

the Green Lantern ring is a complex tool.

It takes someone

with fierce concentration.

I think I got the hang of it.

He's got the hang of it.

Ranakar.

Why are we even entertaining this?

He's a human.

Yes, hard to get past that.

I'm afraid the human race of Earth

does not have the most stellar reputation.

The fact is humans are crude,

base, fearful and untrustworthy.

Then there's the smell.

You can't condemn an entire species.

You've said it yourself, Ganthet.

It's a wonder they've lasted this long.

Maybe you'd like me

to list their atrocities.

Maybe our human can help us.

Maybe he has a few of his own.

Listen, buddy, I didn't ask for this ring.

You want it back, take it,

because I've had enough of this crap.

Well, it appears we can add impertinence

to their many qualities.

The human has a point.

If he were as unworthy

as everyone says...

...no power in the galaxy

could have forced that ring on his finger.

Yet there it is, at one with him.

Guardian Council, if I may speak.

Please, Sinestro.

The Lantern of Sector 1417

is recognized.

Thank you, Appa Ali Apsa.

I'd like to make a proposal.

Allow me to take the human

under my wing, test him out...

...see what he's made of.

That's my job.

People can surprise you

if you give them a little incentive.

You have more important things

on your agenda, Sinestro.

We have a deepening crisis at hand.

I understand, sir, but I thought

the human could be of assistance.

It's a bit out of the ordinary...

...but I'd be interested

in Sinestro's evaluation.

Shall we put it to a vote?

All in favor.

So be it. The human falls

under your command, Sinestro.

Good luck.

I'm the trainer around here.

I know, I know.

- So, what now?

- Now, I own your ass.

Come on.

What's the crisis

they were talking about?

A small matter

of who's gonna control the universe.

Not that it's in the best hands as it is.

But first things first.

You are on sacred ground, Earth boy.

We're at the center of the universe.

This lantern contains the battery

that powers all the rings.

It also contains

all the known information of the cosmos.

A sort of atlas

and who's who of space.

We're going to be playing

in Sector 1215.

You need to be brought up to speed.

Stick your ring in the light, think

Unbelievable.

This isn't a travelogue.

Not bad.

The last rookie fried his antennas off.

Glad I could impress you.

But you do.

Unlike the others, I like humans.

I admire their spirit

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