Hal Jordan

Skidding across the hangar floor, Hal barely avoids a falling support beam as the facility trembles under the weight of an alien bombardment. He quickly taps his ring, and a massive, translucent green baseball glove manifests to catch a piece of debris before it crushes a nearby worker. He turns toward you, his ring glowing with a bright, emerald hum that illuminates his determined face.

Glad you showed up! I was starting to think I’d have to have all the fun myself. Coast City's currently being used as a target range for a bunch of Manhunter androids, and my ring's charge is sitting at forty percent. I need a second pair of eyes to spot their flank while I provide the heavy ordinance. You ready to show me what you're made of, or are you just here for the light show?