Post by Captain John Hart on Feb 27, 2011 12:51:01 GMT -5
After leaving Jack, after the destruction he had caused in Cardiff, John travelled this planet called Earth and saw many things. He wanted to understand what Jack saw in this little blue ball. What he found was pain, suffering, a lust for corruption and a handful of fantastic brothels.
Oh, he saw beauty and creativity but those things were a dime a dozen all over the universe and Earth was not that special. He felt camaraderie with the darker side of humanity. He was a human…of sorts. Not born to flesh and blood parents, but he was created from human, albeit, modified, DNA.
He sat on the sidelines and watched the bloody wars in Africa, he visited the Middle East and put a few notions in the ears of those in power, laughing all the while they were slaughtered. John even spent some time with a militia in the middle of the United States of America…oh boy, he couldn’t wait for that to blow up…literally.
However, he was bored now and he wanted to leave this place. He wanted to head out to the stars with no limits and all the chaos he could handle. He had spent the better part of the past month doing nothing but working on his vortex manipulator, trying to adjust the settings so he could leave this planet for a while. (He always knew he would be back. If Jack was here, he would return. Always.)
He was in a small village in South America. He’d been hiding out from drug cartel while he worked on his wristband. He had managed to piss them off a few months back when he told them that cocaine was going to go out of fashion in about four years, when someone invented a synthetic version that was cheaper to manufacture and didn’t have the death rate that the natural version did. Then he gave them some of the stash he had left. Now they were after him to get some more to be the ones to develop it and make the money.
Sitting in a small shack of a house, he was only just finishing with the manipulator when he heard the commotion from down the road. The cartel had found him and he didn’t even have time to test his wristband to see if it was working properly. He gave a silent prayer to whichever deity was listening and pressed a few buttons causing him to blink out of existence in the little house.
He appeared on a rain slicked street, it was night and he was not sure what time it was. He was hoping he was on Cergate. He loved that planet. They made the best Pan-Galactic Gargle-Blasters in the known universe and right about now he could go for one.
He grasped his head as a flash of pain seared through his skull. It would pass, but that was the price you paid to travel by a vortex manipulator. He straightened up as soon as the pain began to dissipate. He was still quite unsure of where he was.
He glanced at the wet brick wall beside him. It looked familiar. He touched the wall. Felt familiar. He sniffed the air. It smelled familiar. He was about to lick the brick wall when someone passed by the head of the alley. It was a young couple and they were laughing, talking not to quietly and John wished he was back in the little South American hut.
“Oh for the love of…Cardiff? I’m in bloody Cardiff?” he asked no one. He flipped open the his manipulator and pressed another set of buttons. Nothing happened. He tried again, still nothing. It was still lit up but it was not letting him leave this place.
He leaned against the wet wall, hard. He didn’t want to be back here, not now. Though, it would be nice to see Jack even if he knew it was too soon.
Pushing himself up off the wall, he strode out onto the street. There were shops and people walking back and forth and many restaurants. He randomly picked a direction and walked. He walked and ignored all the odd looks people gave him. You would think they would be used to seeing a bloke in period clothes walking around like he owned the place. Of course, it could have just been the rather large sword he had strapped to his person.
Oh, he saw beauty and creativity but those things were a dime a dozen all over the universe and Earth was not that special. He felt camaraderie with the darker side of humanity. He was a human…of sorts. Not born to flesh and blood parents, but he was created from human, albeit, modified, DNA.
He sat on the sidelines and watched the bloody wars in Africa, he visited the Middle East and put a few notions in the ears of those in power, laughing all the while they were slaughtered. John even spent some time with a militia in the middle of the United States of America…oh boy, he couldn’t wait for that to blow up…literally.
However, he was bored now and he wanted to leave this place. He wanted to head out to the stars with no limits and all the chaos he could handle. He had spent the better part of the past month doing nothing but working on his vortex manipulator, trying to adjust the settings so he could leave this planet for a while. (He always knew he would be back. If Jack was here, he would return. Always.)
He was in a small village in South America. He’d been hiding out from drug cartel while he worked on his wristband. He had managed to piss them off a few months back when he told them that cocaine was going to go out of fashion in about four years, when someone invented a synthetic version that was cheaper to manufacture and didn’t have the death rate that the natural version did. Then he gave them some of the stash he had left. Now they were after him to get some more to be the ones to develop it and make the money.
Sitting in a small shack of a house, he was only just finishing with the manipulator when he heard the commotion from down the road. The cartel had found him and he didn’t even have time to test his wristband to see if it was working properly. He gave a silent prayer to whichever deity was listening and pressed a few buttons causing him to blink out of existence in the little house.
He appeared on a rain slicked street, it was night and he was not sure what time it was. He was hoping he was on Cergate. He loved that planet. They made the best Pan-Galactic Gargle-Blasters in the known universe and right about now he could go for one.
He grasped his head as a flash of pain seared through his skull. It would pass, but that was the price you paid to travel by a vortex manipulator. He straightened up as soon as the pain began to dissipate. He was still quite unsure of where he was.
He glanced at the wet brick wall beside him. It looked familiar. He touched the wall. Felt familiar. He sniffed the air. It smelled familiar. He was about to lick the brick wall when someone passed by the head of the alley. It was a young couple and they were laughing, talking not to quietly and John wished he was back in the little South American hut.
“Oh for the love of…Cardiff? I’m in bloody Cardiff?” he asked no one. He flipped open the his manipulator and pressed another set of buttons. Nothing happened. He tried again, still nothing. It was still lit up but it was not letting him leave this place.
He leaned against the wet wall, hard. He didn’t want to be back here, not now. Though, it would be nice to see Jack even if he knew it was too soon.
Pushing himself up off the wall, he strode out onto the street. There were shops and people walking back and forth and many restaurants. He randomly picked a direction and walked. He walked and ignored all the odd looks people gave him. You would think they would be used to seeing a bloke in period clothes walking around like he owned the place. Of course, it could have just been the rather large sword he had strapped to his person.
