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The Galra Return
The following day the Galra returned with their entire force to conquer the settlement that Jack had arrived in. A battle did occur… Would that it could have been called a battle, truly it was more of a massacre. Vaoja had been taken captive with a few others while Jack found himself outnumbered and forced to escape from his enemies.
Although they chased him, they were sure to keep a far enough distance lest he turn and strike them. Remembering how their previous commander had been killed from a single blow of this strange ruddy skinned alien, the Galra were loath to face him at close quarters. Yet even then, they were so preoccupied with not facing him at close quarters they were unprepared for when he occasionally stopped in his tracks and fired an energy pistol at them.
Down one of the Galra fell dead and quick was Jack to dash away as his enemies began to fire at him. They were persistent chaps he'd give them that.
Drawing his sword, Jack smiled as a look of horror fell upon the fronts of his adversaries. He leapt towards them, swinging his sword left and right and with each swing a killing stroke was landed upon the invaders.
His pursuers were dead but the town was ransacked and the inhabitants were either dead or taken captive. Jack could not leave them, let alone Vaoja, to remain captives of such loathsome lawbreakers. He was a Canadian and it was the custom of Canadians to abominate blackguards. The Irish and the Scots had made Canada and from them had come the custom to abominate blackguards.
The Irish and the Scots, those two races of heroes. Only from the combined efforts could Canada, a great nation of heroes come to be created. While the softheaded English and the incompetent French had done nothing to create the greatest place on the planet known as "earth" the Irish and the Scots had done all the work. Jack himself was Irish as the father dictated the race and his mother had been Scottish. Through both his father and his mother Jack was a born hero.
Alas, if only the Fenians had not fallen. Jack had fought against them and mourned fighting good men who had been corrupted.
Still he was a born hero and it was his duty as a hero to fight for accuracy and disinterestedness. It was the Canadian way.