Star Shaman Jaqs enjoys his brisk walk out to the remote village of the Two-Rock clan. Word reached him that they had some new 'space junk', which was weird alien crap which rained down from the sky from time to time. Where was it from? Heck, not here! The little folks of this world were barely medieval by Earth standards. Perhaps centuries ago there had been some epic space battle in orbit, rebels or an ambush, and flotsam was still slowly filtering down. Most space junk was worthless high-tech composites which a primitive ape-man could neither salvage nor work at all. Occasionally he got lucky and found some iron - iron which his village's artisans could turn into priceless steel tools and knives. Iron? An irony? For some dang reason this world was almost devoid of atomic iron! Instead, he'd been told animal life here was based on blue copper blood, not red iron blood. Consider the small 'tiger streak' which guarded him. Guarded him from what? Heck, that's just what his clan people did! When he walked around his home village, they guarded him. If he checked out the crop fields, they guarded him. When he walked half way across this dang island in an endless aqua sea, they guarded him. Given that his iron blood was poisonous to almost everything alive, it wasn't like anyone smart would eat him! The grasses, leaves, and herbs he wore acted to shroud his alien scent, because there were a few very dumb things which might try to eat him - eat him and then die horrible painful deaths. The little carnivorous hunters of this world were highly pattern-based. Zero sense of humor. They expected today to be just like yesterday. Every decade or two, one of them accidentally did something new, and bingo! A hundred accidents later and bronze knives became part of life! Now, to die without holding your knife in your hand was the ultimate sin! Even Jaqs was condemned to carry a big knife everywhere - least he die such a shameful death! They considered the man once named Jack to be either magical or insane, because he could foretell the future - he could predict that tomorrow something might happen which had not happened today! Jack worked hard to be worthy of their trust and respect. Why was Jack here? Well, a dozen local years ago, Jack had been a retired navy man, turned security guard working in an insurance building in good-ole Chi-town – Chicago. He'd accidentally witnessed some dude doing something impossible. Turns out the dude was an alien in disguise. The moral kind of alien, so an alien who couldn't just fry Jack with a laser-beam or anything. No, this alien merely 'humanely' exiled Jack here, to a world where the air smelled like cinnamon and most of the food was poisonous. Yet humans could survive here. He'd met maybe a dozen others – other humans who'd been in the wrong place at the wrong time, seeing the wrong thing. All 'humanely' exiled to this blue copper world! Credits: Daz 4.20; G8; Planet Gaya; Jack wears G8F Hulu stuff, plus the hat from Scarecrow Costume. The escort is Mostrilla for G8F on Renderhub, wearing the base MAT from Roke, also at RenderHub. DAZ Roxana hair, colored by Wolfie's Touchable Roxana. X-Fashion's Harem pants and other misc items.