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| There Ain't No Justice |
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- Dark White -
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- 05: The Bright Ones -
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by Ironhorse
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Stark sat staring at the television, it had been some time since he had let
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the president have back his daughter. He didn't rape her. He didn't even
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touch her. He didn't have to. The president was very accommodating.
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Today he just appointed a new vice president.
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There was chaos everywhere. In the street. In the United State's president's
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limo. In the room eleven stories above the limo, and especially in Randal
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Smith's head.
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Someone was screaming at him. Being a telepath he was used to sensing anger
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towards him but never had anyone actually screamed at him.
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{ Who are you? } he asked mentally, still taking in the area in which he was
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and the knowledge he just saved the president's life.
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{ Many people know me as Warren Zeeber, others as Great White. You have just
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condemned me to death. }
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{ What? Where are you? }
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{ Here, } Zeeber spoke, guiding Randal's mind's eye to an extremely faint
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apparition in the corner.
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{ Well what are you? } Randal asked with an eye on Zeeber as Randal examined
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Lynch.
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{ I am what you call super-human. In fact I am an alien. My race has been
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called many names. Shestars. Sun-people. Star-children. The Bright Ones. }
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{ How did I kill you? }
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{ I was to take the body of the man you shot. I would have prevented this
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tragedy. }
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{ What tragedy? } As he asked, Smith's walkie talkie sounded.
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~~Smith, you read? ~~
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~~ What's the problem? I got the gun man. ~~
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~~ That's excellent as usual. But it's the first lady, she's been shot. ~~
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Silence.
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~~ She's dying Rand. ~~
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"No!"
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Joey Russo sat bolt upright in his bed and his mother came rushing in.
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"What's the matter Joey?" she asked, embracing the boy.
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"He's going to die," he cried.
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"Shh," calmed his mother, "it was just a dream."
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"No, it's real. He's going to die!"
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"Who dear?"
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"Warren Zeeber!"
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"Great White? Honey, Warren Zeeber died some time ago."
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"No he didn't."
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"Yes he did, up on the mountain in Hollywood. We talked about this just the
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other day..."
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"No..." Joey cried and his mother held him in her arms. Soon the boy was
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asleep and she left, not knowing Joey was right, this night Warren Zeeber
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would die.
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Somewhere in an incomprehensible parallel universe of pure energy tethered
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to this one exists what is known to Great White as the Elders. To depict it's
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members as equivalents of panel members on a human council would be grossly
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inadequate as they have no form, are all able to share their thoughts with
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each other and those they council instantaneously, and hold privilege to
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realms of knowledge dating back nearly twice as far as the creation of the
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Sol system. The human mind can scarcely fathom that they can access even the
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smallest piece of this archive faster than a man could think of his own name.
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However, with all their grand consciousness, they are unable to exert any
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control over this universe. In fact, the portal which connects the two was
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created by some long ago race even the Elders know little of. Yet, the portal
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is now here, and has been for several billion years, and for the last million
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of those the Elders have been sending explorers into this universe to gather
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that which they love - information. Great White is just one of them.
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Their first experiments were dismal failures. Their for was not able to
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exist for long inside this universe, those few brave Shestar that entered it
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first tasted something these immortal beings never knew - death. Their forms
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just scattered as they penetrated the portal's barrier.
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Luckily for the Shestar time is irrelevant. In the first few millennia of an
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immortal race time seems something that there is too much of. However, once
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having existed for the billions of years the Shestar have, time simply does
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not matter. So they waited. And waited. And waited. Approximately
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2,999,000,000 years later a galaxy finally drifted close enough to the portal
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for the Shestar to try again. And they were successful.
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The first Shestar presented himself to the first solar system he
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encountered. Seeing the immense energy formation in the center, he tried to
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communicated with it. Then he decided it might be a good idea to enter it.
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The second Shestar sent out after the death of the all before him elected
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instead to try one of the orbiting rocks that circled the light form. With a
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bit of luck he happened to select a planet with life on it. It was here the
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Shestar first came in contact with the equivalent of a Earth duck.
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In his energy form the Shestar tried to communicate with the duck. It
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modulated the air around itself ( a mixture of chlorine and iodine ) to make
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noises like those he heard around himself. Nothing worked. At last it
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attempted to read it's thoughts. He doubted anything constructed of matter
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could have thoughts.
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Surprisingly, it did. In seconds the Shestar knew exactly how the 'duck' had
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died. The Shestar decided he had to help it and approached the lifeless form.
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Unknowingly it got so close it actually entered the body of the 'duck'.
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Instantly the 'duck' was "alive" again. The Shestar began their possession of
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material forms.
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The Shestar learned quite early they could possess the forms of things alive
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as well as dead, but they learned this deprived the material forms of their
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own lives and declared the bodies of things alive off limits.
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However they soon discovered a problem. Every time they possessed a form the
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time their entire race was able to possess any member of that species was
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reduced by half. As the Shestar were all possessing forms left and right soon
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almost the entire biosphere of the first planet they landed on was unstable
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for their exploration.
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Again luck intervened as one of the last possessors of the 'duck' species
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flew too high as, like Icarus, he attempted to fly to the sun. And, like
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Icarus, his wings melted away, as well as the rest of his body in the upper
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atmosphere. However, the Shestar found himself outside of the planet in
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interplanetary space. And he was not in pain, pain not being new to the
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Shestar anymore as they endured it all the time in their transits from the
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portal to the planet. This was different. Somehow the body of the 'duck' game
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him a special boost of power. He shared his thoughts with the Elders
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instantly. And shortly he died.
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It didn't take long for the Shestar to discover how much "power" they needed
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to get to their next planet. It was this dilemma that was facing Warren
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Zeeber right now.
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Back in Detroit...
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{ So you can't live here no more? Go find a dead body, get your 'juice' and
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move on, } replied Smith a-matter- of-factly after Great White related his
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tale.
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{ I } Zeeber paused in pain, { can't. }
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{ Why not? }
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{ Since the fight with Projector my ability to possess the dead has ceased.}
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{ So you must? }
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{ Exactly...... And I choose..... to get someone...... who is..... going to
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die...... already, and deserves.... it. }
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{ Maybe this time you don't have that luxury. }
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{ I........ think........ you're..... right. }
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{ What are you going to do? } Smith asked.
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Silence.
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{ Zeeber? }
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Smith's radio called.
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~~ Yes? ~~
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~~ Rand, the First Lady is dead. ~~
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"Goodbye Warren," said Joey Russo as he looked out of his bedroom window
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with a tear in his eye.
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For a second he thought he saw a falling star, going up.
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