My ears metaphorically twitch as I fail to hear Comic King correcting me about his name. I look around to see him accessing the docking bay's internal monitoring computer.
"We're about to proceed into further into the ClusterShip."
Ah, Manga Khan.

Never underestimate an Orange Lantern's ability to ignore what they don't want to hear...
Batman nods. "Has there been any reaction from the crew, or the automated systems?"
"No. No one has tried to get in here, and no one has tried to repair the damage Khan did getting in. He said that repair robots should have gotten to work almost immediately."
Itself a significant fact. It appears the ship's systems are completely off-line, then.
"Is there anyone onboard?"
"I don't know. Our scans and my empathic sense are still being blocked. We can examine the ClusterShip more forcefully if you think it best. I was holding off in case we triggered a response."
Like, say, self-destruct charges planted by whoever was responsible. Because they've no doubt wired it to blow.
"Blue Lantern and Captain Atom will be with you in a few seconds. Your primary objective is to locate and recover any survivors. Your secondary objectives are to identify the thief or thieves and find out what they were planning."
I nod. "Who has local command?"
Please be Alan, please be Alan...
Because despite my rank-
"Captain Atom."
<facepalm> Seniority at work. Even though Alan has twenty-odd years of hero experience on Major Adams.
-in the Orange Lantern Corps and the fact that three out of five of the people who are going to be here are Orange Lanterns, and despite the fact that we can get a response from base instantly instead of in nine hours, as far as Earth is concerned I'm a glorified sidekick while Captain Atom is a veteran Justice League member.
"Underst-"
There's a flash as Alan and Major Adams appear just outside the docking bay and immediately head our way.
Looks like Alan is getting the hang of the now-standard techniques for Lanterns. Good to see him back in the saddle.
Now that the REMFs have bowed out... Let's get
serious.
I lower my left hand.
"Lantern Koriand'r, you remember what I said about some human having a second name for professional purposes?"
"Yes." She nods, smiling. "I find it adds an element of fantastical whimsy to the tales of their heroism."
I'm sure it's a fascinating concept to her. Tamaraneans would never think to conceal their identity that way, would they?
Alan and Adams land, Adams taking a careful look at the weapon hardpoints while Alan just gives us a smile and a wave.
"Captain Atom." He gives me his full attention. "You're in charge." He gives a small nod. "Where are we going next?"
I doubt he feels relieved, Especially since Adams has minimal experience in this situation. I suppose his military training
might useful.
"Lantern Khan?"
"Lord and Manga." He flies away from the computer console and lands next to us. "The records are scrambled. L-Ron.. might be able to reassemble them."
Yep, someone did a number on them. A crew member trying to protect company secrets, or the ones who hijacked the ship covering their tracks, though?
Adams frowns. "You couldn't reassemble them with a power ring?"
"Mmmphgh. Upon occasion-."
"You really designed your docking bay computer records to resist power ring scans because you were worried about a Sector Lantern catching you smuggling?"
I bet that makes it awkward for him. No wonder he wasn't using his ring much last episode.
"Some custom laws are very broad. And for all we know it could be the same thing that's stopping us scanning the ship."
That's a half-way reasonable point. And Sol has no extra-planetary customs laws anyway.
Not yet. One more thing for the UN's docket concerning off-world stuff.
I look at Adams with my eyebrows raised.
"Then I guess we're going on. Orange L-."
Which Orange Lantern would that be, Captain?
His face stills as he considers the obvious identification problem. I guess he's only ever worked with one Green Lantern at a time.
"Try 'Illustres'."
I suspect the League tend to be more casual about the Greenies' identities, at least when no-one who doesn't know them is listening.
Another small nod. "Illustres, you're on point. Lantern Khan, you know where the closest crew shelter point is?"
"General Crew or Executive? Because the General Crew point is more of a muster point."
"Anyplace you thing someone might have sought shelter. This is a rescue mission first."
So far, it's not looking good on that front, Adams.
We four Lanterns nod.
"Call out contacts as you find them." He floats back a little to give me space.
I see he recognises that OL knows what he's doing. Sign of a decent leader there. Presumably, he's also holding the only known egress point.
I look at the interior cargo doors. This is mostly a cargo docking bay, so they're pretty large. But since we can all fly I float up above them, generate a large crumbler construct and smash it forwards. A chunk of bulkhead and armoured shutter is erased, and I fly through the newly formed gap-
"We're insured for Act of Lantern. Colour isn't specified."
Ah, I bet it won't take long for their insurance company to close
that loophole. Probably with an additional surcharge for each additional colour other than Green.
-and into… The cargo depot.
"In fact, if you want to smash some more things…"
They're not going to assist you in committing insurance fraud, Manga Khan... But, hey, if the ship
does happen to be boobytrapped...
No one… No one…
I send out construct eyes to look at everything and float forward to make myself as tempting a target as possible. Not like this ship's internal weapons are a threat to me.
Confident, isn't he? Though I suspect actual anti-lantern weapons have treaties limiting their use...
No, no one and nothing.
"Lantern Khan, where to?"
"The executive transport system is over on the right. That will take us to the Executive Section."
Ah, the nobility gets to avoid having to hobnob with the peons, eh?
I see it.
"Captain?"
"It's as good a place to start as any."
He really has no plan, does he?
Maintaining my constructs, I float in the direction indicated. There's a-. Hah! A lift in the docking bay which takes executives to an overpass with transparent sides so that they can look down on the proles toiling beneath them. It still goes to a part of the ClusterShip which is just as easily accessible from the cargo depot…
I crumble my way through the wall and-.
Careful, careful...
Some of the synthetic potted plants which decorate the place wave in a faint breeze. Another hull breach? Air's moving, but the air purification system they use doesn't make a breeze-.
I attach construct tethers to the floor and walls-.
The hull's vibrating.

Oh, that's not good...
The ClusterShip doesn't have chemical thrusters. It would come apart if it used a system that primitive.
"Captain, I believe that we need to get back outside. Now."
Oh hey, it is boobytrapped...
He nods.
"Everyone: pull out."
And they spend the next five minutes waiting for something to happen.
Or the ship explodes!