Springing from the Aether

Just resting against the other with a soft purr.

Springer lifts a servo.

Stroking a palm over a familiar helm. Purring thunderously under the weight if the other. Hew reading a datapad- a historical fiction set in the Silver Era of Cybertron.

Springer is definitely used to that. He's been around the cosmos a few times. Maybe not end to end but definitely traveled. Everywhere he goes- he's often the biggest thing in the crowd.

Mind? He wasn't expecting this when he answered a deep space cry for help. One against ten, never sits well with him. Especially given the sickly color of the energy being thrown at one figure hunched over another.

Watching from brush after a stealth landing behind a ridge line.

Stepping into the middle, not caring what that pale yellow might do to him as one of the figures claims death us upon them. Throwing his bulk down with a double growl around a cygar," Not on my watch buddy."

He expects the yellow ro strike his arm and side full tilt. What he doesn't expect is the shield of pure verdant green or the pressure on one finger. The calm voice that declares him /worthy/.

Springer rolls with it. Swinging his gating off his shoulder. Ignoring the gape of the organics as he braces it over his bent knee," You've got 2 galactic ticks before I smear you all over the ground."

They seem to decide its best to not test him. Throwing last minute yellow attacks that he cuts off with a hail of green infused bullets. Resting it against the ground he half turns," You two- oh. Hey- didn't know humans made it this far. Sup?"

Which leads them here.

Springer laughing as he sets the green ring on the ground. Watching it float up and try go reattach to his finger. Springer batting it away as he gestures," I get that a lot. You need a medvac? Your buddy is alive by the skin of his stone gonads by my reckoning."

Using his cygar to waft away the ring again. He swears its getting stroppy with him.

The human watches it all with a vague smile," There's other lanterns on the way. They were further out than you I guess. Uh- thanks for help. The Fear Corp has always had it out for The Green Lanterns. Not as bad as the Red though."

Springer cocks a brow ridge," Well aren't you a regular bag of skittles."

That, prompts a bark of shocked laughter from the human. Enough so that he's bent over still laughing when a flight of green and black land nearby. Rushing towards the two harried members of their...unit he supposes?

Springer bats the ring away again with the back of his servo before mounting his gun on his shoulder. Heaving himself up and dusting off he hums.

" Got your team. I'll get going then, try not to get into anymore Okay Corral showdowns anytime soon yeah?" He hadn't asked for their names. He didn't want it. Springer would likely never see this motley crew again.

They wouldn't cross his path either. Ships in the diamond studded dark of the universe.

Thankfully the ring seems to have gotten the picture. Its settled back with the newly stabilized stoney skinned xeno.

" Hey-!"

Springer pauses, pulling his cygar from his denta," ...What is it?" Looking back at the human who lifts his fist, ring glowing," If you ever need anything. Ohm. Come to Ohm and ask for Guy Gardner."

Ohm? Hm.

" I won't. But I'll remember it anyways." Smiling at him crookedly as he adds," Wreck n Rule, Lantern."

Then he's gone. Plunging into the viridian shadows of the forest. Into his landing pod. As he lifts off he sees a battalion of green streaks slice across the yellow sky. He lights another cygar.

" ...Good luck. Primus Speed."

The Artful Tear

You are the tear that paints and sings.

Your sadness blooms into beauty, your vulnerability shaping stories others cling to. When you cry, it’s a kind of alchemy, turning ache into art. You are the journal page, the unfinished song, the brushstroke that knows sorrow but chooses meaning.