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The Galra Ship
Entering the Galra ship, Jack felt a strange feeling come over him. It was not like having water run over him rather it was more like entering into Acheron. There was something terribly sinister about the place. Every Galra soldier he saw paid him no mind they did not even attack him.
"Why?" he asked aloud.
"Why do we not attack you?" asked one Galra soldier. "Our current leader has given specific orders to not attack you, he wishes to do battle with you himself. One on one."
"That is unusually valorous of him." Commented Jack.
"You do not give our people enough credit. We are a very valorous people." Replied the soldier.
"Very valorous?" asked Jack, unable to believe what he had just heard. "I hardly call using people for slave labor valorous."
"Did your people ever use slave labor?" asked the soldier in turn.
Jack did not reply immediately. He merely stood there, thinking of who his people were. He was one hundred years old, looked thirty just as he had four decades prior when he was sixty, died twice and still lived and had no memory of childhood. The only thing about his past he could remember was his date of birth. He had been born in Canada and both the Indians and his own Europeans practiced it for a time until it was abolished in 1833. He had thought both the First Nations and the Europeans less than human for practicing slavery and only began to think better when slavery was abolished in Canada.
Ultimately he said: "For a time but these days I'm not sure who my people are when I'm not even sure if I'm the same species as them."
"They are not all like you?" asked the soldier.
"I think I am the only one like me..." Replied Jack.
"Then you are alone in the universe." Said the solider.
Jack looked at the soldier as the thought of a damsel native to this planet came to him. "Alone? I do not think so."