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Sector 2813
Zamaran
Headquarters of the Star Sapphire Corps
While Miles was fascinated at stepping foot on an alien planet, he had the much more important hurdle of convincing Yrra Cynril to assist him.
"Green Lantern Stewart, welcome to Zamaran." As the one familiar with John, their target, had been sent to greet them, her tone completely neutral.
Guess that happens when you can't hate someone anymore due to external reasons.
With black hair and eyes, a lovely face with a violet mask, and dressed in a violet-colored suit sticking to her body with a keyhole leading down her chest, she was a sight to behold.
"Thank you." John said, taking a couple of steps back to stand behind Miles. He had informed them beforehand of their visit, as doing so otherwise would lead to issues between two corps.
"Miss Cynril, I am Miles Beckett, and may I say what a pleasure it is for me to meet a proponent of love such as yourself. I have always been a fan of the Star Sapphire Corps and what they stood for." Miles complimented with a smooth stone.
"Yet you are with a Green Lantern." Her tone wasn't accusatory, but neither was it just a statement.
"He was the fastest method of contacting you that I had. Otherwise, who would prefer to listen to some ancient virgins who desire to suppress emotions because they had no luck with women, when you and your compatriots spread the greatest force in existence?"
Yrra began to laugh, covering her mouth and holding her stomach.
"What are you doing?" hissed John, displeased at having his corps insulted.
"Oh, I like you already." she said, calming down.
Miles winked at John. A bit of flattery could get you anywhere with the right woman.
"I am afraid I came with an urgent request. There is a man, one whose love burns brighter than a star, about to lose his wife to a terminal illness, and in an effort to save her, he will walk down a very dark path."
"There are millions of lovers across the galaxy with the same story, and while we try to help as much as we can, what makes it so special for me to go across the galaxy?"
"To stop that great love from turning to obsession and extinguish itself, of course. I know how busy you are, but as the Green Lanterns are incapable of anything other than violence, I had no choice but to come to you."
Her heart might have been filled with love, but that did not mean pride was absent.
"Very well, I will assist you; after all, no one should suffer like that just because of the Green Lanterns." Yrra agreed. She would have helped anyway where lovers were concerned, but the chance to show up John Stewart no doubt made it easier.
"Man, you are the worst." The insulted lantern muttered as they got ready to move.
On the way back, he told Yrra about Victor and Nora and what the man was planning to do to save his wife.
—
Gotham
Back just an hour after noon, they landed in Gotham near the home of Victor and Nora Fries. John took on his civilian disguise and stayed back, while Yrra didn't have one and naturally caught a lot of eyes.
Miles knocked on the door, waiting for the doctor.
"Yes?" A tired voice answered behind the door. After all, in Gotham you did not open your door to anyone who knocked.
"Dr. Fries, I am Miles Beckett; I was hoping for a bit of your time."
"I am not interested in whatever you are selling."
"Not even if I bring salvation to your door?" Miles had the doctor's attention as the door was opened slowly.
"Salvation?"
"Yes, for your wife, Nora."
"And how do you propose to do that?" Victor wasn't even going to ask how the man knew, seeing as he came this far.
"My companion here is Yrra Cynril from Zamaran, a member of an order known for their healing abilities across the galaxy."
"An alien? She does not look like one, except for her attire." Victor was naturally skeptical of that. While she did look out of this world with that revealing outfit, it was no reason to believe she actually was.
"Many extraterrestrial life forms look alike, but perhaps we should take this conversation inside?"
"Very well, but be warned, I am armed." Victor warned and opened the door, revealing a disheveled and exhausted man with black hair and eyes.
The fearsome villain Dr. Freeze was now but a desperate scientist trying to save his wife.
"Thank you, Dr. Fries."
They were led to the living room, and the duo sat on a couch, while the good doctor sat on a chair.
"Now, how is your companion supposed to help me, and most importantly, why?"
"I believe your talent and scientific genius is being wasted working for an imbecile like Ferris Boyle, and I have reasons to believe he intends to stop funding your research and pull the plug."
"What?! He wouldn't dare." Victor denied, more out of desperation than believing in any shred of humanity Ferris might have.
"Boyle cares more about money than lives, Doctor, and you know this as well."
Victor froze, knowing he was right.
"As for how my companion can assist Nora, I am sure you are familiar with the Green Lantern?"
"Who isn't?"
"Miss Cynril's abilities are similar, but where the Green Lantern's ring is powered by his will and is used to fight crime on a galactic scale, her ring is fueled by love and gives them incredible healing abilities, even as far as to resurrect the dead, if there is enough love."
"Resurrecting the dead with love?" Victor didn't even try to hide his disbelief.
This was starting to sound more and more ridiculous to him.
"Your skepticism is understandable, Doctor Fries, but I can assure you they are true. Perhaps a small demonstration?" Miles offered to ease the doctor's worries.
"That would be appreciated." Victor leaned forward, intent to see what he would do.
Miles pulled out a switch knife from his pocket and cut his palm, not too deep but not too shallow either, and held it out to Yrra. For a wound this small she wouldn't need anyone's love.
Her ring glowed, and a violet light covered the bleeding cut, sewing the wound shut in the blink of an eye. Miles took a tissue and wiped the blood, presenting his hand to the doctor.
"Fascinating," Victor said, inspecting the hand.
"I can guarantee her powers will work, but on the off chance we fail, I can fund your research much better than Boyle."
"My research is rather costly," Victor said, as that was one of the two reasons he endured Boyle and didn't quit, the other being his contract.
"Depends, how much is 50,000 tonnes of gold worth these days?"
"That's… over five hundred billion dollars," Victor quickly calculated from the top of his head.
"Perhaps I should demand twice the amount from the Guardians then; being a trillionaire sounds rather exciting."
Victor wanted to ask the details of who these Guardians were and why they would give an absurd amount of gold to him, but he had more pressing matters for now.
"Very well, it is not like I have anything to lose, especially knowing Ferris and the kind of man he is."
"Let's go then, shall we?"
—
They let the Green Lantern go back, and took Victor's car for the sake of not standing out anymore. Victor was silent, worrying, but Yrra intervened.
"You are worried, rightfully so, but don't be. I can feel the love you have for your wife, and it burns bright. She will be saved." The Violet Lantern
Victor nodded but said nothing. His house was close to the research lab, so it didn't take long before they arrived.
"Dr. Fries, you know you cannot enter the lab on Sundays." The security at the gate, two burly men, stopped them.
"It is urgent; please let me in." the doctor requested, trying to push past.
"No can do, doctor, you know our orders." The guard didn't move, knowing how hissy their boss would get.
"Allow me," Miles said.
"What do you want?" The security asked.
"Ten thousand dollars here for each of you to let us pass." Miles pulled out two stacks from inside his coat, waving them before the two underpaid guards, who had their eyes glued on the stacks.
"Knowing the kind of man Boyle is, this is a lot of money to you two, so what will it be, Charles?" Miles asked, reading the man's name card.
The two guards looked at each other before shrugging and accepting the gift.
"We didn't see you." Charles took the money and went back to his friend, counting the stack.
"Let's not make your wife wait any longer, doctor." Miles patted Victor on the shoulder and moved, Yrra following behind silently.
Passing through the hall, Victory led them to the entrance with quick steps, impatient. He scanned his ID card at the door, but the scanner gave an error. He tried again, getting agitated, but it did not work.
"Boyle must have blocked my ID outside work hours so I wouldn't come in."
"Oh dear. Miss Cynril, this isn't exactly what I requested your help for, but could you open the door without destroying it?"
"Stand back," Yrra said, and a thin line of violet light sprang up from her ring, forming two hands and forcing the door open.
"Much appreciated."
Victor moved inside, stopping before the pod containing his frozen wife, and watched with sorrow.
"We should hurry; I would rather not have to shoot someone in such an open place." Miles urged the Sapphire Lantern, who nodded and moved forward.
"I need you to focus on your love for your wife, think of all the happy moments you two spent together, and of how you fell in love with her." Yrra put her hand on Victor's shoulder and focused.
The scientist nodded and closed his eyes, remembering how they had met at the boarding school and their budding love.
All those tender and blissful moments they had spent together and just how much Nora had changed him.
Yrra's ring glowed with an intensity she rarely witnessed, and the beam struck the woman inside the pod.
The glow of it was enough for Miles to shield his eyes.
—
Watchtower
Hall of Justice
"So nothing on the guy, Bats?" Flash asked, swallowing his fries.
The team had gathered to discuss Miles Beckett and his supposed information network.
"Nothing; it is as if he did not exist before that day."
"Could he be from the future? I mean, how else could he know about the Martians and the Argonian, not to mention Ajuris 4?" Superman asked, wondering about the possibility.
"Possible, I guess, but there is something he told me. Apparently there is a prophecy the Guardians know about, about the blackest night, but even they had no idea what it meant. Miles told me it includes two Lantern Corps I have never heard of, White and Black, representing life and death, and how the Black Lanterns would try to destroy all life. If he is a time traveler, there is a chance he comes from a point in time we can't even begin to guess." Green Lantern explained. The information Miles revealed was worrisome, and while it sounded outlandish enough to discredit, his knowledge so far has been proven to be correct.
"Damn." Flash muttered.
"We should have Martian Manhunter read his mind. "I am aware it is a taboo, but an exception could be made for him." Hawkgirl joined. Her reasons for doing so were more than just worry for the security of the League.
"Unfortunately I cannot assist you. I have promised not to enter his mind without his permission in return for the information about my surviving kin." Martian Manhunter shook his head. He had searched nonstop until he stumbled on the survivors and couldn't simply go back on his word.
"The Lasso of Truth then." Flash suggested.
"We could do that, but is it a good idea to breach someone's privacy like that?" Superman, ever the boy scout, wasn't going to do something like that, especially not after what Miles told him.
"How about we ask him as a condition for joining the League?" John wondered if Miles would make that kind of a compromise.
"And if he refuses? We could lose access to all the information he has." Hawkgirl said, wanting to keep Miles in sight.
"You know, maybe he sees the future? That could give him all the information he needs, and he could be out of the grid without anyone knowing." Flash thought out loud.
"Whose future, though? His own or other people's? I mean, if it was just his own future, he should have no way of knowing our secrets, and if it's other people's futures, then things get a lot more complicated." Superman said, uncomfortable with the idea of it.
"I checked his DNA; he is ordinary, no metagene, no experiments, no foreign substances in his blood. He has no powers as far as we understand." Batman said, dismissing the idea of any powers Miles might have.
"Perhaps magic? All those myths and legends are filled with prophecies and divination, right? Maybe he uses magic to see the future?" Green Lantern said, turning to Wonder Woman.
"While means for it exist, there is none that I have ever heard capable of seeing the future reliably, much less to this extent." Wonder Woman, as the closest expert on magic they had, put in her own two cents.
"So, no powers, probably not magic, could be a time traveler, has never left the planet but has an information network spanning the galaxy." Flash summed up the situation.
"It is also possible he is from an alternate universe." The Lantern added, Miles' comments about Nekron and other universe-destroying entities coming to mind.
"Do they even exist? I mean, we have no proof, right?" Superman asked, skeptical.
"He said there were things out there capable of destroying universes and have destroyed countless ones. Maybe he is from an alternate universe where we knew each other." The former marine offered.
"I don't think so. Nothing in his demeanor to us suggests intimate familiarity. He may know of us, but he doesn't know us." Batman disagreed. He watched closely how Miles interacted with the team; nothing suggested he knew them personally.
"Maybe we should just go and ask him how he created his network?" Superman proposed, but even he knew it was a long stretch.
"An information broker who reveals his secrets wouldn't be a good one." Batman said with his usual flat tone.
"So, it all comes down to whether we ask his permission to use the lasso on him, in which case he could refuse and won't join the League, or we invade his privacy and force him to. I don't know about you guys, but I don't feel comfortable with it." Superman shook his head at the thought.
"I suggest we ask him, and if he refuses, we still let him join but watch him closely. Better to have him near us than hidden again." Wonder Woman said, unwilling to use the lasso on a potential ally, but also not wanting a possible hostile to disappear.
They all agreed verbally except Batman, who silently nodded, planning.