Your Ring Is Quite Nice

When Starscream's figure appeared proudly on Cybertron, when that unrestrained, burning light of greed shone forth, Donnie knew that everything was about to begin.

"Green, yellow, red, orange, blue... We already have five kinds of Lantern Rings in our hands."

Donnie looked up at the swaggering Starscream. A trace of helplessness crossed his face before he sank into thought.

The Yellow Lantern Corps had already begun taking shape in secret. Though it did not have many members yet, the framework was in place. With a single command, Yellow Lantern Rings could be distributed in bulk, arming a group of people driven by immense oppression and the desire to spread fear.

With Cybertron's five hundred million residents, they could raise a fear force of several thousand even at the very least.

The Rage Red Lanterns needed attention as well. Red Lantern Hulk should be recalled immediately so they could take control of the rage battery and forge more Red Lantern Rings.

There was no need to deliberately pressure the Blue Lantern Tribe for now. The time was not right.

As for the Orange Lantern Corps, Starscream needed to kill. The more he killed, the more numerous and powerful the Corps' warriors would become.

Only the Green Lanterns...

The Central Power Battery was controlled by the Guardians. That was troublesome. It meant Cybertron could use Green Lantern Rings, but could not manufacture them itself. At the very least, Donnie had yet to grasp the secret of the green band of the spectrum.

"Only the Blue and Violet Lanterns remain... Soon. At most, the war will erupt within a year."

Donnie narrowed his eyes and watched as sunlight rose and the temperature climbed. A sun still beneath the horizon was slowly rising.

Honestly, Donnie did not think much of the Spectrum War. It