#spacegreys

Having been working hard on the repairs, Rush was feeling more than a little exhausted. He didn’t like sharing his work- he wanted everything to be perfect, so he wanted to do everything himself. That made him somewhat difficult to work with, naturally.  And it also meant going long hours without a break, which he had finally decided to take. He wavered as he walked the corridor towards the food area, barely paying attention to his path as he fought a wave of dizziness that drove him directly into someone else. “Watch where yer going,” he had the audacity to hiss, despite being the one to initiate the bumping.

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.”

“You can’t be serious,” huffed to Scottish man as he pulled what looked like some kind of giant hairball from within some of the ship’s mechanics, “just what the hell are these things supposed to be?!” He was ready to go on a rage. Of course, he was always ready to go on a rage. Instead, he did his best to calm himself down with a big sigh, setting the little thing at his side and reaching back in to get to work without a fuss. 

The rage was palpable in the air when he pulled a second furry thing from the same section of the ship. “Who brought these things on the ship!?” He bellowed.

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.

Rush glared at Stephen, largely because he wasn’t a man of popular culture and only got the second of those two references, and only because that one happened to come up more in the scientific community.