You are One of Us now.

Order is a condition of logical arrangement among the separate elements of a group. 

It is the structure 

of social organisation.

It is The Rule of Law 

and Custom or 

the observance of a 

prescribed procedure.

Order was established at 

the dawn of all Creation.

Creation's growth was thereafter guided by

 preordained random 

elements which were 

themselves the 

workings of 

Perfect Order.

Creation soon gave rise 

to sentient life 

whose forms whose sense of 

Logic and Reason were flawed.

This event in itself was a result of the 

progressive workings of perfect order.

Soon, however, these sentient life forms 

began to strive against the predestiny.

With each forward step in their development,

 they followed the inefficient logic 

of their underdeveloped minds.

Once the life forms became capable of interfering with the development 

of other beings, there came 

a great disturbance 

to the universe's 

sense of order.

Thus was the need for intergalactic order-

keepers recognised. Thus was 

The Corps formed.

The Corps is the root of 

all Order and Knowledge. 

The Corps is the maintainer 

of Life and Guardian of Truth.

Without The Corps there would be 
only Chaos and Darkness.

The Corps is without Fear. 

Without Anger or Corruption.

It is the creation of a highly-evolved mind 

and maintained by like beings 

whose destiny it is to maintain 

the order of things in the universe.

The Corps has battled against the forces 

of Chaos for a millennium.

To Serve is The Ultimate Honour.

Knowledge is the sum of all 

Reason and Perception.

Power is Force 

prevailing over Mass.

Power without Reason 

is Chaos.
Force without Knowledge 

is Destructive.

The Corps is Ultimate Knowledge 

harnessed to Ultimate Power.

The Lantern is The Source.

The Corps is The Knowledge.

The Lantern, The Power.

Chaos is routed.

Order is maintained.

No.

Wield The Power.

Maintain Order.

NO!!

It is a Great Honour.

The Ring and Battery are 

all you shall require.

Be sober.

Be vigilant.

You are One of Us now.

The Hell I am!!

Who are you?!!

Why'd you --

HOW'D you kidnap me -- ?!!

What's this all about?!!

This is about The Survival of entire races.

Of Worlds and Cultures you've not 

ever dreamed of.

Of a responsibility that transcends 

your mortal bonds. 

Of a Power greater than your finite 

mind may imagine.

I am The Green Lantern 

of Sector 2814.

I am Dying.

You have been Chosen 

to be My Successor.

No Thanks. I'm a Pilot. That's all I want to be.

Besides, you said you guys 

have to be Fearless -- 

And I'm scared out of My Wits!

Fear is, for you, an intellectual exercise.

It is a method of self-preservation 

linked to your species survival instinct.

That The Ring singled you out indicates 

Your Potential to overcome Your Fear.

To become Truly Fearless.

But -- But I don't want --

Your Wants are not My Concern.

The Ring has decided.

You shall be 

My Successor.

No.

I'm not The One You're Looking For --

The Ring must be charged at The Battery of Power at regular intervals --

once every one of your planetary rotations.

Call for It.... and it 

Will Appear.

Until you have need of it, The Battery 

may be hid in an alternate dimensional plane, 

to safeguard it from unworthy hands.

"Unworthy Hands"?

If ever there were a set of those,

they'd belong to me --

I've gotta get out of here --

There must be an --

--exit --?

Huh?

The Red Guy -- Dead --

Crumbling to Dust --

What a Weird Dream --

-- oh GEEZ!!

No -- This can't be  --

This just isn't happening --

--No --