Firm Stance

Stiffness cracked in my joints. I drew a heavy breath and tested my weight against the dark tray beneath my boots. Solid ground. My left hand held a green lantern. With a deliberate flex of my arm, I raised the lantern slightly, feeling its solid balance settle against my grip. Beside me, another figure stood frozen in an outstretched posture. I planted my boots wider into the surface, anchoring the perimeter. Ready for duty.