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Aug. 11th, 2009 09:22 pmJack had told himself to stay out of trouble, to stick to the sidelines and not get involved. But that could only last so long. He couldn't sit back and let the world pass by, especially when the world could be so dark. He couldn't just let that happen and not try to do something about it. If he did that, perhaps then he truly would have failed.
So when he began to hear whispers about some goings on on a planet not too far from where he had stationed himself he found that he had to react. Especially when he learned (albeit from a non too reputable source) exactly what was happening.
The planet was a small one and the race a little dull and obscure. Human looking apart from the tendrils that branched out from their faces. Unassuming, and that's how and why they got away with it.
'They were replenishing', the old man in the bar had told Jack. Mining the planet for the ore deep inside. But to do so, of course, they needed a workforce. Something the inhabitants of the planet sadly lacked. So it wasn't just their planet they mined but the dead of another. Earth, to be precise.
'Use these people', he'd said, 'echoes, they call 'em'. Of course it was simple for them. It was technology they'd had for centuries, illegal, of course, but it seemed that didn't stop them. Steal the consciousness of the dead and transport it into a clone body. Use a planet like Earth so it's far enough away not to be noticed and keep it quiet enough to stay out of the radar of the Shadow Proclamation.
So Jack found himself there. Back almost into an old routine, rushing around a planet, exerting an authority that in truth he doesn't have. Just to set people free.
So when he began to hear whispers about some goings on on a planet not too far from where he had stationed himself he found that he had to react. Especially when he learned (albeit from a non too reputable source) exactly what was happening.
The planet was a small one and the race a little dull and obscure. Human looking apart from the tendrils that branched out from their faces. Unassuming, and that's how and why they got away with it.
'They were replenishing', the old man in the bar had told Jack. Mining the planet for the ore deep inside. But to do so, of course, they needed a workforce. Something the inhabitants of the planet sadly lacked. So it wasn't just their planet they mined but the dead of another. Earth, to be precise.
'Use these people', he'd said, 'echoes, they call 'em'. Of course it was simple for them. It was technology they'd had for centuries, illegal, of course, but it seemed that didn't stop them. Steal the consciousness of the dead and transport it into a clone body. Use a planet like Earth so it's far enough away not to be noticed and keep it quiet enough to stay out of the radar of the Shadow Proclamation.
So Jack found himself there. Back almost into an old routine, rushing around a planet, exerting an authority that in truth he doesn't have. Just to set people free.
