Here we go again
Apparently the universe isn't done with him yet. Time for life's littlest punching bag to summon up his trademark pluckiness and go at it again.
"Stop it Ch'p," he mumbles to himself "you've been down that road before and you know where it goes."
Besides, he has a job to do. The corps has been through a lot while he was away (he still has a hard time with the word dead,) and it needs him now. Waking up as a black lantern was horrifying, not being himself and doing all those awful things. But then he could feel Hal drawing him back and he knew he would make it. Now he is here. One injustice has been remedied (I mean come on! A yellow truck!), the rest can wait. He will do his duty to the corps.
Hal... he would go see him eventually, right now he just needs a little time to deal with all this.
As he flies over the small town toward a meeting with Travis, his newly assigned partner, his ring pipes up with a warning. The young man has taken off his own ring. Tsk Tsk, now that is just sloppy. They will have to have a talk about that.
Ch'p flies the last few miles toward his destination taking in the scenery. Even in winter this planet is beautiful. He still misses H'lven with all his heart, but as far as surrogate home's go Earth is more than adequate. He had spent his first day back out in the wilderness just taking it all in.
After another few minutes his ring breaks his reverie again. His new partner is asleep in the house below. Normally he would feel bad for waking him up, but if they assigned him to this kid it must have been for a reason. Sleeping in the middle of the day, taking off his ring before he does it: Ch'p is afraid he is going to have to channel his friend Kilowog to get this one in line.
Ch'p flies down to the door of the house, creates a human sized hand out of shining emerald energy an uses it to knock loudly on the door.