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Nice Seraph. FYI, if you're interested:
"Praetor" was a title given to a being who called himself Dolorous, and appeared near the end of the second Laser War, when all manner of rediculousness was rampant. He claimed that his power, immense and terrible to behold, came from his masters, whom he called the Jjarro, the lawgivers, the ancients, the sustainers of balance. He was their emissary, their finger dipped into the timestream to prevent cataclysm of the delicate universe.
When he sacrificed himself to destroy the threat of the godsends, the Jjarro's plan was not lost, and he left an AI behind with a seed program that would eventually develop into a mirrored consciousness of the Praetor. This it did, but something went wrong. The AI went rampant, and a new individual took upon that heavy mantle that once beset the original Dolorous. He was another messenger from the Jjarro, a soldier who escaped the closure of a parallel universe, a hero of old; a weapon and a master of fate... a dangerous tool, long dead, both in body and spirit. Grafted to machines to preserve a semblance of life, he almost single handedly turned the tides of countless wars past. When he infused Dolorous' personality into his own and trapped the rampant AI, he began to show traces of humanity once more... and with it, he gained terrifying insight into evil beyond his comprehension.
Learning from his predecessor, he left behind a means of carrying on his duty, should he ever sacrifice himself as well. It is debatable whether it was wise to give his burden to who he did, yet it happened, and the universe knew many miseries after the new Praetor's demise because of his power bestowed into the wrong hands.
Yet the Jjarro do not leave any possibility unanswered, for they remain outside of fate itself. They reshaped destiny by sending an alternate version of the soldier back into reality, with a special gift... the very sword hilt the original Praetor weilded with all the force of a star in it's unveiled glory. Yet it's energy was gone... it's essence destroyed with it's master. The new soldier was drawn to the very site of his demise... and with it, the sword hilt regained it's blade, renewed by the essence of the Praetor that had sacrificed himself there. Once his essence began to flow through him, he knew his task, his destiny. He procured the missing piece of his power, given away by his predecessor long ago, and vanished without a trace to the waking world. The only witness was found impaled on her own blade...
[Edited on 8/20/2004 10:38:28 PM]