A/N: Hey guys! I started a Tumblr where I will answer questions as certain characters from the series. It's called AskGLTASCrewFanpage dot tumblr .com. If you guys want me to answer questions as the characters, then ask me there! Also, I haven't been working too much on my fics here because I'm preparing for NaNoWriMo '12, so I probably won't do much updating until sometime in December. I will answer questions, if I get any, on Tumblr though.

I'm really sorry for taking so long. But NaNoWriMo is super-important to me, so it will take a lot of my free time until it's over. I will try to finish a I started chapter for Betrayal for Revenge and I plan on working on another fic, but it may not be posted up until December since I don't want to start and leave it hanging. I REALLY think you guys will like it, though.

Razer twisted and kicked to no avail. The fingers wrapped around his neck didn't recede or loosen their grip, they tightened. His left arm rested limply beside him while his right arm was pinned by Lei's knee. Malron and Aya were still fighting each other, neither showing signs of fatigue. Razer tried turning his head to face Lei, so he could breathe red energy at her, but she threatened to gouge his eyes out with her free hand.

"Razer," Aya said for the thirteenth time, "all is not lost. I believe I am tiring this one down."

"You're doing an amazing job," Razer would have said. "Don't worry about me; I'm fine. I'm just being choked to death." He would've said that, if he could. But his windpipe was nearly crushed and it was becoming increasingly difficult for him to tell up from down, left from right.

When Razer blacked out Lei removed her hand from his face and withdrew the knife from her hip. "You'll thank me for this, I promise you." She brought the knife down but Razer was ripped out from underneath her. She landed on her hands and knees and snarled viscously. "What the hell?" A large green fist came flying at her. She dove to the side only to get caught by a separate hand, courtesy of Kilowog. Malron was encased in a green energy bubble Hal maintained. "Let me go!"

"We're not the enemy," Malron insisted. Kilowog snorted; Hal rolled his eyes.

"Of course you're not. That's why you just tried killing these two." He turned to Aya, who was tending to Razer. "Aya, is he—"

"Razer is unconscious, but he will recover."

"From the attack at least," he muttered and turned back to Lei. "Who are you?"

"And why were you on our ship?" added Kilowog.

"Because we want off."

"Off?" Kilowog eyed Malron. "Whaddya mean by that?"

"He means off of this planet." Hal looked to Lei. "So we were going to steal this ship."

"Your skill levels show this isn't the first time you two have tried this." Aya stood, holding Razer like a bride, and walked out. She continued as she set up a bed for Razer in the multi-use room. "Your suits give off strange electromagnetic waves so that I cannot sense your vital signs despite your—"

"Despite that we're not robots? Yeah, that's what they're meant for."

"It doesn't matter what they're meant for. All that matters is that we're not just letting you go. Aya, once you've tended to Razer I need you to try and locate the nearest prison. I don't think we're going to find any on this planet." Hal nodded to Kilowog. "Let's get their armor off and then we'll lock them up."

"Gotcha."

As they did that, Aya straightened Razer out on the bed and watched as the machines picked up on his vital signs. He had an abnormally high fever and his blood pressure was down. He, she noted, trembled at the touch. Whether it was from sickness or his injury Aya couldn't tell; it'd have to wait for his recovery. But for her to treat his shoulder wound she'd have to remove his ring, so she lifted his right hand and went to slide off his ring. Before she could slide it past his knuckle Razer clenched his hand and pulled it away. "Razer," she said, surprised, "I need to remove your ring to treat you."

"Not… this time," he rasped. His armor disappeared as his ring powered down, leaving him in his regular clothing. Razer blinked several times but instead of seeing Aya he saw Ilana, so he shut them again. It hurt too much to keep them open. Aya peeled Razer's top layer of clothing off of his upper half, but he stopped her when she tried pulling off his hood, because he'd at least have some sense of modesty. Hal, who was approaching them, grimaced when he saw Razer's wounded shoulder.

"Man, that looks… bad."

"Affirmative."

"And his skin?"

"I believe we can fault his illness."

Hal nodded and tried not to stare. Razer's skin, which was normally a bluish white, was more paper white with pink blotches all over. His left shoulder, however, was black with red blooming beneath charred flesh. "Once you're done treating him Kilowog and I have something to show you."

"Give me 10.28 minutes."

"Gotcha, doc." Smiling faintly, Hal walked back into the control room. And, just as she said, 10.28 minutes later Aya entered the control room. Five feet away, lying in a heap, were two skeletons with dehydrated flesh clinging to the bones. Hal and Kilowog saw the outlines of the organs and intestines that had once serviced the bodies of Lei and Malron. The flesh was flaking, too, and Kilowog could barely make out claw marks all over their bodies. Hal thought he saw an organ deflate inside of Malron's slightly larger corpse and nearly vomited. Aya was unfazed.

"What happened?"

"That's what I'd like to know." Kilowog prodded Malron's foot (or what used to be his foot, and was really more of a nub) with a stick construct. "We pulled off their armor and this happened! We tried putting it back on but nothing happened."

"They're dead."

"Yeah Aya, we kind of picked up on that." Hal pushed himself off the wall and knelt beside the corpses. "I wonder if this is because of another disease running rampant here… If it is, we need to burn these bodies or—or something, and contact the Guardians… unfortunately." He made a sour face and Kilowog punched his arm.

"I don't trust you to deal with the Guardians. I'll talk to 'em. The last thing we need is you getting attitude with them because of what happened with Ganthet."

"And you're not mad that he's exiled?"

"I never said that, but this is more important right now, Hal. All of our lives depend on it if what they have is contagious, or if we get what Razer has!"

"'What Razer has'? So you know I have something." They all turned to face Razer, who was leaning against the doorway. He'd somehow pulled his shirt on despite his injury, but he still looked absolutely ill. And the way he trembled—not just his legs, which were having trouble supporting his weight, but every bit of him—made Hal feel like Razer needed a hug. Then he realized what he thought was ridiculous, and he frowned and went on to scold Razer on moving when he shouldn't. Anything Hal said was rendered pointless however when Kilowog said:

"Red, you realize you're positively pink, right?"

"Are you blind?"

"Razer, Kilowog is not lying. Your skin is completely white save for the pink blotches spanning the course of your body. And I believe I told you to relax." Aya seemed very annoyed, and the way she spoke reminded Razer of the way she dismissed his unwillingness to leave the memory-loop he'd been placed in at the prison. He didn't find it amusing then, and he surely didn't find it amusing now.

"I want to hear what you found out." He ignored Aya, again focusing on Hal and Kilowog. "Well? Are you…" Razer finished his sentence, but no one heard it. It was too raspy to begin with, and then just was gone. Very calmly, Kilowog asked, "Hal, is this another symptom?"

"No, I'm pretty sure it's just an effect of talking too much after being choked out." Razer glared darkly and thought maledictions about the two Lanterns standing before him. "Calm down Razer," Hal said knowingly, "I promise we'll tell you what we know, after you rest." When Razer crossed his arms and looked defiantly at Hal, Aya glided past him, barely getting any attention from Razer until he felt a stick in his arm, and he looked down to see Aya sticking him with a needle.

"I told you to rest."

"What?" Razer presumably said, but no one heard it. Shortly after his eyes drooped and he collapsed into Aya's waiting arms. "Kilowog and Hal, if you two would please bring the intruders' bodies in here so I may prepare them for an autopsy it would be of great assistance."

"Yay, more handling of possible biohazards!"

"Just shut up and grab a body Jordan." Hal made a face as Kilowog grabbed Malron's body and carried it into the multi-use room. Kilowog set the body on an empty bed and watched as Aya put the bed back into the ship, so that the body was contained, and turned to see Hal carrying Lei's body on a platform construct. Kilowog rolled his eyes when Hal smiled at set the body down. "I'm gonna go wash my hands," he grumbled and walked to the bathroom. When he returned Hal was in the control room, so he headed there. "You ready?"

"Let's just get this over with." Hal punched the button. Within seconds their communication request was approved, and several holographic Guardians appeared.

"Green Lanterns Hal Jordan and Kilowog," said Appa, "what is the meaning of this call?"

"We think we landed on a planet running rampant with a few sorts of deadly diseases." Hal crossed his arms. "Razer is infected—"

"You mean the Red Lantern?"

"Yeah, Red. He's sick and Jordan and I are probably at risk of gettin' it too. We also had two people attack the ship. We defeated them but when we took off their suits they… They looked like dried out meat! They weren't even alive."

"You must evacuate the planet immediately," Sayd instructed. "Have the AI system locate the medicines and get treated for all intergalactic diseases you can. Quarantine yourselves for a while and don't land on any other planets. You cannot risk spreading a plague, if it is one."

Hal nodded. "Got it. We should go have that done now, so—"

"Hold it right there Green Lantern of Sector 2814," Appa snapped. Hal stopped; he had wanted to hit the 'off' button before anyone objected. Someone did. Damn. "Why can't your AI system deduce what the disease is?"

"Because they aren't in my records." Hal and Kilowog turned to face Aya who stepped up. "I ran a quick check on all recorded diseases and none follow these patterns. The ones who attacked the ship have decomposed far too much for my scanners to detect what sort of disease they were afflicted with."

"Then it's of utmost urgency that you all leave the planet and get yourselves treated for everything. Exclude nothing and—"

"I don't believe that would help."

"Excuse me?" Appa said, astounded that an AI system would dare interrupt a Guardian. "And why is that?"

"Either this disease is something new no one has encountered before, or it is manmade. If it is the latter then we must see if we can find the person responsible for this and punish him accordingly."

"Aya has a point." Hal smiled. "It is our duty as Green Lanterns to fight the bad guys, isn't that right?"

"Defeating the Red Lanterns is a higher priority. That means you can't—"

"Sorry, breaking up." Hal punched the 'end communication' button and turned to Aya. "Is Razer's illness really manmade?"

"I cannot say for sure, but there is a possibility."

"Great, just what we needed," Kilowog grumbled. "A manmade disease we don't know how to treat, and the one person who might actually be able to help us won't!"

"You found someone who could be of help? Who?"

"We ran into this kid, H, who told us about this Jyril guy," Hal explained. "We thought he'd be able to help but he said he didn't care because we weren't from here."

"Didn't he say he didn't like us Lanterns?"

"Yeah, he did. Wonder why that is…"

"Whatever the reason, it can't be good. Nothin' ever is."

"Then you two should delve into that. I will tend to Razer and track his symptoms more carefully." Aya's lips curled just slightly downward, giving her a frown. "His illness has been rather aggressive. Before I prepare a course of action I will require any information you two found."

Flashing Aya thumbs up, Hal nodded. "Sure thing, but first let's get rid of the dead bodies. I really don't want them hanging around."

"They have already been incinerated."

Kilowog chuckled at Aya's nonchalant attitude towards that, and Hal smiled before going into the details of what happened, with Kilowog adding in his two cents every few minutes. When they finished telling her about H and what he claimed Jyril did for him, and the symptoms Hal knew about—and how unpredictable the disease was when it came to spreading—Aya was more than suspicious about this Jyril character.

"…and that's everything," Hal finished.

"Yeah, not that there's much that will help Red out. Man, I've got a bad feeling about that kid and Jyril. It's obvious they're up to something."

"Strange. You two say that most of the inhabitants of the city had the same white blotchy skin that characterizes the disease, but not all of them were ill. I believe more information on that is required."

"But Aya, no one wanted to tell us anything the second we mentioned disease," Kilowog reasoned, "I don't think they'll tell us anything if we ask about their health."

"Did you ask nicely?"

"Yes."

"Then I believe the next course of action would be to not ask nicely."