Welcome, everyone. This is my fan fiction for Season 4. Enjoy and review.
Origins
He was an exceeding aged gentleman. He was one hundred years old but he recalled no juvenescence. He appeared to be thirty years old just as he did forty years prior when he was sixty. He had died twice and was still alive. His date of birth was 1772 and his name was Jack Carthwright but his memory was devoid of any childhood, his date of birth being one of the few things about his past he could remember.
He did not know how he came to be where he was. All that he knew was that he was in the company of people who looked human save for their skin color. Indeed he had never seen any human being with blue skin before. He supposed his ruddy skin looked just as odd to them.
A veteran of the Fenian Raids that had ended a year prior, Jack had fought on the Canadian side. Thus he had been wearing the uniform of a Canadian soldier. His hair was red, his eyes blue, he was tall, he was lean, he had a square jaw… Strangely, he kind of looked like Spencer Tracy who would not be born until 1900.
He stared at his surroundings. Interacting with the locals, he spoke to them with a kindness that he hoped would be returned. He noticed that both men and women did not wear much clothing and he felt kind of overdressed.
There was the saying "When in Rome" but at the moment Jack had no clue where he even was. The island was covered in mountains and the wide sea was nearby so he was not very far inland. The town or city he was in looked vaguely Egyptian in architectural style but their attire looked as much Egyptian as a horse looked like a tapir. It was an agricultural place and for some reason Jack could have felt at home here alongside the farmers.
He had been a captain in the Canadian military but he did not think his rank would get him anything here. Why would it? When he looked to the sky he saw a sky he did not recognize. He knew not where he was or why he was there let alone how he was there.
Looking at his gun, he felt there was no need for it. Wherever he was, he felt that he did not need it. Wherever he was he felt that he was in paradise.
"Have the Galra turned the attention to our planet yet?" Jack turned his head in the direction he had heard the voice come from. An old man was talking to a younger man.
What talk was this? Who were the Galra?