#exsinestro

So he ventured inside and took a seat, only to have the cushion squeak at him. Practically leaping back to his feet in surprise, the tall alien looked down to see two fluffy mounds wiggling on the chair, purring contently now that they weren’t being sat on. 

“You things really are everywhere,” he said, under the impression he was still alone as he picked them up with one arm and sat down, letting them rest in his lap, “I suppose you’re not so bad.” his ears twitched and he paused, glancing over his shoulder when he felt he may not have been as alone as first assumed.

He sat in one of the cozier areas of the ship, one of the fuzzy things sitting on a table beside him. It was trapped in some kind of yellow dome, though it was impossible to tell if it was even remotely bothered by that. Meanwhile, Sinestro himself was looking at a yellow screen hovering in front of him, poking at it with his good hand. 

“If you’re going to stand there, I would prefer you at least announce yourself,” he said after a moment, “my ears are much more sensitive than a human’s, but it’s still rude to just stare.”

The red alien sighed and moved down the corridor, pausing only when it seemed someone was entering his path. 

“Careful,” he said, though it came out more like an order than anything else, “you almost stepped on one of those things.”

Sinestro scoffed. “What’s the matter? You’re not scared of a little unknown, are you?” He looked into the forest, his yellow eyes keenly observing the expansive trees and underbrush, “Anyway, if people are disappearing, as a Lantern, I have some obligation to look into it.” He knew he wasn’t in his dimension anymore, but some habits died hard. Duty died harder.

Sinestro let his ring glow, a yellow construct hand appearing seemingly from no where to move under a piece of debris and hoist it up, bending it back into shape so it could be used to patch one of the holes in the hull. Though he was not part of the clean up team, his ring was going to waste doing nothing, so why not lend a hardlight hand?

“This shouldn’t have been such an issue,” the alien complained, “navigating through asteroid belts is extremely basic. How could the captain allow so much damage?”

“Not that bad?” Hissed Sinestro, cradling his arm against his chest. Purple blood oozed from between his fingers, dripping to the forest floor, “that thing just took a chunk out of me and who knows what it did to you before I got here! What are you even doing wandering into this forest on your own, anyway?! Are humans always reckless fools? Or do I just happen to meet all the wild ones?”