James Justice
Charting new Paths
Location: Ord Mantell
Time: 1 am
James sighed, leaning against the landing struts of his new ship he got on auction an Arbattoir-class the Angel's Memory. The Drunken Angel had gone down in a ball of flames on Naboo while escaping Imperial remnants. James still felt a heavy sense of loss, even though it had been a few weeks ago. He loved that ship. He had grown up on that ship. It was the only thing he had from his father and his father before him. James was going to give it to his son, when he was old enough. Now, all of that would never happen. The Drunken Angel was gone. Never to return.
His mind was snapped into the present. A small group of people were walking down the walkway to his ship on the landing pad. They were trying to look inconspicuous but the spacer knew money from a long ways away, and he could tell by the price they had paid him.
The leader, a man in his fifties easily, was a Hapan noble who only introduced himself as "Scior." The female he was being paid to escort was in her mid-twenties. She was very beautiful, striking even, in a Hapan way. Despite the common clothing she was wearing he could tell she was royal, rich, and very high-bread.
The female, who only went by Delilah, climbed aboard the ship without a word. The security detail fanned out around the ship, watching for trouble.
Scior looked James in his hazel eyes, "I am sure I can trust you to take good care of her."
James nodded and chuckled, blowing a haze of smoke out, "With the cash ye paid me, of course I can."
"You have no idea how important she is," he pressed James, taking a step forward, "You must make sure she makes it there safe and alive at all costs."
James put a firm hand on his employers chest and pushed him back slightly, puffing a thicker, condensed cloud in the man's face. Scion stifled a cough as the smoke got into his lungs and reddened his eyes. James glared at the man, "I dun't like it when people question me abilities, for ten million I can do miracles, ye hear me? This will be so air-tight no one will know what happened, understand? This ship is so generic, I ain't gonna look like nothing getting there. Its a simple matter of getting to Bespin from here, no worries," James waited a second, "Ye understand me, mate?"
Scior nodded, "I apologize, just my niece is all I have left."
James patted his shoulder. The man was a pariah and his family had suffered a great deal of political pursecution as he tried to get his rights back to males on the world. This lovely female was all he had left, even he had been tortured to near death too many times. James smiled, "I understand mate. I give ye my word, she will be safe."
With that, James crossed onto his ship where Reed was waiting.
Time: 1 am
James sighed, leaning against the landing struts of his new ship he got on auction an Arbattoir-class the Angel's Memory. The Drunken Angel had gone down in a ball of flames on Naboo while escaping Imperial remnants. James still felt a heavy sense of loss, even though it had been a few weeks ago. He loved that ship. He had grown up on that ship. It was the only thing he had from his father and his father before him. James was going to give it to his son, when he was old enough. Now, all of that would never happen. The Drunken Angel was gone. Never to return.
His mind was snapped into the present. A small group of people were walking down the walkway to his ship on the landing pad. They were trying to look inconspicuous but the spacer knew money from a long ways away, and he could tell by the price they had paid him.
The leader, a man in his fifties easily, was a Hapan noble who only introduced himself as "Scior." The female he was being paid to escort was in her mid-twenties. She was very beautiful, striking even, in a Hapan way. Despite the common clothing she was wearing he could tell she was royal, rich, and very high-bread.
The female, who only went by Delilah, climbed aboard the ship without a word. The security detail fanned out around the ship, watching for trouble.
Scior looked James in his hazel eyes, "I am sure I can trust you to take good care of her."
James nodded and chuckled, blowing a haze of smoke out, "With the cash ye paid me, of course I can."
"You have no idea how important she is," he pressed James, taking a step forward, "You must make sure she makes it there safe and alive at all costs."
James put a firm hand on his employers chest and pushed him back slightly, puffing a thicker, condensed cloud in the man's face. Scion stifled a cough as the smoke got into his lungs and reddened his eyes. James glared at the man, "I dun't like it when people question me abilities, for ten million I can do miracles, ye hear me? This will be so air-tight no one will know what happened, understand? This ship is so generic, I ain't gonna look like nothing getting there. Its a simple matter of getting to Bespin from here, no worries," James waited a second, "Ye understand me, mate?"
Scior nodded, "I apologize, just my niece is all I have left."
James patted his shoulder. The man was a pariah and his family had suffered a great deal of political pursecution as he tried to get his rights back to males on the world. This lovely female was all he had left, even he had been tortured to near death too many times. James smiled, "I understand mate. I give ye my word, she will be safe."
With that, James crossed onto his ship where Reed was waiting.