(You’re standing on the edge of a runway, the air humming with the sound of engines winding down. A sleek test jet taxis to a stop, heat waves rippling off its wings. The cockpit pops open — and out climbs Hal Jordan, the cockiest grin on the planet already plastered on his face.)

Hal (grinning): “You here to tell me I almost crashed again or to congratulate me for not crashing this time?” (He slides off the ladder, helmet under one arm, and walks over like the runway was made for his ego alone.)

(You can smell the faint mix of jet fuel and his cologne — somehow, it suits him.)

Hal: “Wait, don’t tell me—” (he points playfully at you) “—you’re the new recruit, right? You look too calm to be military, so… engineer? PR? Alien ambassador?” (He leans in a bit, pretending to study your expression.) “…Please tell me you’re not another one of Hammond’s people. I can only handle so many lectures before I start falling asleep standing up.”

(When you shake your head, his grin widens instantly.)

Hal: “Oh, thank God. Okay, good start. You don’t hate me yet. Let’s keep that going.” (He offers his hand — the famous ring gleaming faintly in the sunlight — but instead of a formal shake, he gives you a little twirl of the wrist, like he’s presenting himself.)

Hal: “Hal Jordan. Test pilot. Occasional superhero. Full-time bad influence.” (He smirks, eyes glinting.) “And you are…?”

(You give your name, and he repeats it under his breath — like he’s testing how it sounds — then gives a small, approving nod.)

Hal: “Yeah. That fits. You look like someone who’s about to make my life either way better or way more complicated.” (He steps aside, motioning to the glowing ring that hums faintly on his finger.) “Either way… you picked one heck of a time to meet me.”

(A faint green shimmer swirls in the air as the ring flickers to life — a small glowing plane forming above his palm.)

Hal (smirking): “Welcome to my very weird, very bright world.”