Post by overlordstowell on Oct 17, 2006 6:01:00 GMT -5
A blond haired, blue eyed man sat staring at a computer screen.
'This is so different from Orion. he thought as shook his head to clear it.
One could never make the amazing amount of cash that he had made here by a simple manipulation of the mass information system. He didn't even provide a tangible, physical service, just information. Sure it was done with none of the bias that other news services had but it help that he wasn't of this world.
And while he made a fortune recounting the wars of this world to itself, it was another almost that had cost him evrything...
He banished thought before it even arrived. Instead he turned to face his well furnished abode. It had taken years but he had reached something nearing the power and influence he had wielded before his rise to power back home...
That hadn't distracted him either. He thought of his friend the Mayor and his request. Jal trusted the mayor and had told him his story. This had only brought out the mayor's desire to protect the town from the rising of evil it faced. But to return to his sword? After renouncing it at the Great Treaty? Of course, they let him bring it...
Suddenly, his attention was drawn to the television, set to the local news. 'A mysterious hero in the park? A "Squirrelman"?' he paused to think. 'I should investigate this.'
Then he up, got grabbed his coat and left.
'This is so different from Orion. he thought as shook his head to clear it.
One could never make the amazing amount of cash that he had made here by a simple manipulation of the mass information system. He didn't even provide a tangible, physical service, just information. Sure it was done with none of the bias that other news services had but it help that he wasn't of this world.
And while he made a fortune recounting the wars of this world to itself, it was another almost that had cost him evrything...
He banished thought before it even arrived. Instead he turned to face his well furnished abode. It had taken years but he had reached something nearing the power and influence he had wielded before his rise to power back home...
That hadn't distracted him either. He thought of his friend the Mayor and his request. Jal trusted the mayor and had told him his story. This had only brought out the mayor's desire to protect the town from the rising of evil it faced. But to return to his sword? After renouncing it at the Great Treaty? Of course, they let him bring it...
Suddenly, his attention was drawn to the television, set to the local news. 'A mysterious hero in the park? A "Squirrelman"?' he paused to think. 'I should investigate this.'
Then he up, got grabbed his coat and left.