Tales of Kennik

Entry One: Farstar 14, Year 44 MR (Modern Reckoning)

I decided to keep track of things that have happened to me and my family here on Mogo. I traded a threeday’s portion of berries for this Thoughtscriber so I could. It’s supposed to be based on Thanagarian tech… something called an “Absorbascon,” which I guess lets you read minds and learn languages and talk to birds.  This just lets me transmit thoughts into the unit and turn those into datafiles. Pretty handy, since I haven’t seen a pen or paper since the Yellow Lanterns busted up the school I went to a while back. I miss that school. Back home, I just went to school with other kids like me, but there I met kids from 26 different planets! Places like Rann, Durla, Imsk, and Earth! I heard about things like Iced Snurgla and Har-Viknola and German Chocolate Cake. And I learned about heroes – people like Adam Strange and Hawkwoman, Mon-El and Crush, and all of the Lanterns! Did you know Superman and Supergirl have super pets? I never even heard of dogs and cats until I went to that school. I liked learning stuff like that. Maybe I will again some day.

 
Entry Two: Farstar 17

The weather has been getting worse since Mogo went gray. Cold, really cold, so cold that stuff called snow has been falling from the sky and piling up everywhere. I guess on Earth it’s white, and on Hul-Hollix it’s pink. But here, like so many other things, it’s just this ugly, sad gray.  The elders decided that we needed to move the camp away from the mountains, further south, where it’s not as cold and snowy. We’re hoping the Lanterns will help us with that, but they aren’t around as much as before. I think the gross zombie Lanterns had something to do with that, but I’m not sure. No one really talks about stuff like that with kids.

 
Entry Three: Farstar 21

Internal artwork from Red Lanterns #16 (Jan. 2013). © and TM DC. Written by Peter Milligan. Art by Andres Guinaldo.

Internal artwork from Red Lanterns #16 (Jan. 2013). © and TM DC. Written by Peter Milligan. Art by Andres Guinaldo.
Papa and Mama are worried. There are rumors going around about the Red Lanterns that are supposed to be helping us go back to our homeworlds. People are being gathered like herdstock and taken to new camps by the Reds. They say it’s safe, nothing to worry about, only a temporary stop before transports take us from Mogo.  That sounds nice… but something’s not right. People have disappeared… some of them are kids like me. If anyone asks, the Red Lanterns get mad and shout a lot. I heard one of them puked up this gross red stuff on a Carggite and it killed him. Guess he’s lucky he has two more bodies, huh?

 
Entry Four: Farstar 24

Internal artwork from Red Lanterns #26 (Jan. 2014). © and TM DC. Written by Charles Soule. Art by Jim Calafiore.

Internal artwork from Red Lanterns #26 (Jan. 2014). © and TM DC. Written by Charles Soule. Art by Jim Calafiore.
The rumors are getting worse. Some of us are talking about running away – finding one of the good Lanterns like the Greens or the Blues and asking them for sanctuary. Running away in the cold is beginning to sound safer than staying in the camps with the Reds in charge. I’m going to snoop on them and see if I can figure out their watch patrol patterns… maybe we can find a blind spot and sneak out there. My friend Jene Tep from Bismoll is excited, because she gets to be the one to eat a hole in the security fence. Must be nice, being able to eat anything and not get sick or die! I asked her what guardwire tastes like; she said it’s kinda bland and could really use more salt.  Gross.

Entry Five: Farstar 26

Ji-Ji – they’re a Durlan – heard the Red Lanterns talking while shapeshifted into something called a “squirrel.” There’s this place a few sub-secs from camp that the Reds are taking kids to. It’s supposed to be super-safe and fun, with books and games and vid-sims and cake. Like Papa always says, “If it sounds too good to be true, it’s really a big pile of… you know. This whole situation smells like you-know-what, and I think it’s gonna be time to sneak out and run away real soon. Some of the adults are talking about standing up to the Reds, but no one’s really into getting red plasma horked on them and dying. That’s why we’re gonna be sneaky about it. I hope. This might be my last entry for a while. If anyone finds my Thoughtscriber, show it to a good Lantern and let them know what the Red guys are doing to us here on Mogo, if you can.  Thanks… bye for now.