A few more tries managed to get me a full face mask made of the same material, before I turned to Olympus Mons and worked on how to get there. Apparently a Lightsmith’s uniform differed from a Lantern’s in that it seemed to be made of shiny green and black leather instead of being a skintight suit.
I looked up at the sky, wondering if this was my Mars.Īfter I’d managed to figure out how to cause the moon buggy and telescope to break down into motes of green light that shortly dissipated, I worked on gaining a costume. I really was on Mars, and I apparently had the tool of a Lightsmith, the Lantern equivalents from the universe before the one shown in DC comics. I looked over at the plateau I'd been heading toward, which was in high enough detail for me to match it to pictures of Olympus Mons I remembered. Oddly the view was untinted despite the lens being green. I walked over to the telescope, looking through it. Where the Lanterns policed the Universe using Power Rings, the Lightsmiths had built up infrastructure based on the Emotional Spectrum using weapons. “Lightsmith.” The predecessor to Lanterns in the universe before the DC one. As I stared at it, I unconsciously uttered a word in amazement. I focused intently on a telescope, the green beam lancing out and forming one. That looked almost like a green lantern construct, except it had stayed around and I was using a mace. I gawped at the mace, my thoughts rushing. Once it reached a point about ten feet away from me, it stopped as green lines spread out and formed the shape of a moon buggy in green tracery, gradually filling in the shape and leaving a moon buggy of green light, the emerald beam ceasing to connect it and my mace once it was done. As I focused on the thought out of boredom, the glow of the orb increased, making me nearly drop it as a beam of emerald energy streamed out of the mace. I thought of a moon buggy, almost able to see it. I really needed a better way to get around. I sat down on the ground, the glowing mace in my hand. For lack of a better direction, I turned toward Olympus Mons and started walking, stumbling a few times as the lower gravity made me push off from the ground harder than intended.Īfter two hours I was panting, and had only gone that long due to the lower gravity. I picked it up, nearly dropping it in surprise as the green orb started to glow. Still, even if I wasn’t sure what it was, it probably had something to do with how I ended up here, and might have to do with why I could still breathe. What exactly was a mace doing here? It didn't even look particularly high-tech, and short of being made of nanobots, lacked any obvious moving parts. A closer look revealed that it looked to be made of multiple strands of metal instead of a single piece, although that could just be aesthetics.
It was some sort of serpentine mace, with a differently colored orb on each end, the end with the silver orb having the haft partially wrapped around it, and the green orb having four equidistant strand of metal running most of the way up it. Was… was I on Mars? I backed away the plateau that I suspected was Olympus Mons, before bumping into something.Īs I looked down at the object, I only grew more confused. I was surrounded by red landscape as far as I can see, with a massive rounded plateau far away in the distance. I grumpily sit up, looking around at the rust red rocks. I blearily open my eyes, looking around the red landscape before finding a rock near me and pulling it over to rest my head on.
My bed is hard, and I’m missing my pillow.
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