James Justice
Charting new Paths
[SIZE=12pt]NOW[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]James stood on the beachside house watching the waves on the shore in the moonlight. A half-spent cigarette rested between his fingers as he leaned on the banister, giving off an orange-hued light. The small hut he was in was hardly fit for a king, let alone James Justice, the master of a pirate fleet without equal.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]That was a different life, he reminded himself. A life he did not deserve any more. A life he was not privy to. The soft breeze of this planet’s Oceanside riffled through his hair, bringing the sweet smell of salt and sea life.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]He was here, in exile. An exile he deserved. An exile he more than earned. Any one day in his life, James knew, he had committed more atrocities than any being ever should have. He killed thousands, hundreds of thousands of beings. He had distributed drugs, weapons, stolen and swindled. All of it, he did as a lie, a lie to himself that he was making the galaxy a better place.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]He chuckled softly. It was hard to figure out what was more foolish, the idea that he could make a difference or that he had used it to justify his actions. With a shake of his head James tossed the cigarette onto the beach, letting the waves wash over it, and extinguish the flame. He turned to his door and stopped, his eyes catching the helmet of his Astraea armor. The glint on the visor brought him back to that day as if he was there once more…….[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]THEN[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt].[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]The blaster shots rang out with a hellish roar. Their fierce bright flashes tore through the bodies of the soldiers in a gorey display, blood splattered across the walls and floor. James felt a twinge of delight as their bodies twisted in the dance of death. He hoisted his rifle onto his shoulder and activated his comm, “The gate is mine, I repeat, the gate is mine. Send in the troopers.”[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]A loud crash shook the ground as another artillery blast landed. Imahalyan was taken, the leader of the overlords had been suppressed and Stardust had been crowned ruler, but for now there was a need to take down the remaining pockets of soldiers. Some had surrendered, others refused and held on tooth and nail to the fight against the new monarchy. A trio of soldiers came around the corner, their rifles blasting deadly sprays of fire. James easily twisted out of the way, springing at the nearest one. His fist stretched out towards the man’s throat, a vibrodagger shot from his wrist, tearing into the fleshy meat of his throat. Blood squirt out onto James’ armor and visor. He grabbed the man’s shirt, using his body as a human shield against a fresh barrage of blaster fire. A quick flick from his rifle butt shattered the skull of another soldier. The third began to falter away, his eyes full of fear. James felt it through the Force, and he enjoyed it, it stroked his blood lust as he twisted on his heel, letting the blade on his arm carve a wicked gash through his stomach. The soldier fell face first into his own gore, his life flickered out slowly as James watched.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]NOW[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]The spacer ran his hand through his hair. The soldiers had been boys. Probably just farmers looking for a better life. He had killed them without mercy, it was a horrible thing, and he was sickened by it. He took a pull from swill they called hard spirits around here before crashing into his bed, hoping that tonight he would get a good night’s rest. A hope he was sure would not be satisfied.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt][member="Gray Raxis"][/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt][member="Stardust"][/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt][member="Lady Kay"] (If you'd like to partake in searching for James in exile)[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]James stood on the beachside house watching the waves on the shore in the moonlight. A half-spent cigarette rested between his fingers as he leaned on the banister, giving off an orange-hued light. The small hut he was in was hardly fit for a king, let alone James Justice, the master of a pirate fleet without equal.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]That was a different life, he reminded himself. A life he did not deserve any more. A life he was not privy to. The soft breeze of this planet’s Oceanside riffled through his hair, bringing the sweet smell of salt and sea life.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]He was here, in exile. An exile he deserved. An exile he more than earned. Any one day in his life, James knew, he had committed more atrocities than any being ever should have. He killed thousands, hundreds of thousands of beings. He had distributed drugs, weapons, stolen and swindled. All of it, he did as a lie, a lie to himself that he was making the galaxy a better place.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]He chuckled softly. It was hard to figure out what was more foolish, the idea that he could make a difference or that he had used it to justify his actions. With a shake of his head James tossed the cigarette onto the beach, letting the waves wash over it, and extinguish the flame. He turned to his door and stopped, his eyes catching the helmet of his Astraea armor. The glint on the visor brought him back to that day as if he was there once more…….[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]THEN[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt].[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]The blaster shots rang out with a hellish roar. Their fierce bright flashes tore through the bodies of the soldiers in a gorey display, blood splattered across the walls and floor. James felt a twinge of delight as their bodies twisted in the dance of death. He hoisted his rifle onto his shoulder and activated his comm, “The gate is mine, I repeat, the gate is mine. Send in the troopers.”[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]A loud crash shook the ground as another artillery blast landed. Imahalyan was taken, the leader of the overlords had been suppressed and Stardust had been crowned ruler, but for now there was a need to take down the remaining pockets of soldiers. Some had surrendered, others refused and held on tooth and nail to the fight against the new monarchy. A trio of soldiers came around the corner, their rifles blasting deadly sprays of fire. James easily twisted out of the way, springing at the nearest one. His fist stretched out towards the man’s throat, a vibrodagger shot from his wrist, tearing into the fleshy meat of his throat. Blood squirt out onto James’ armor and visor. He grabbed the man’s shirt, using his body as a human shield against a fresh barrage of blaster fire. A quick flick from his rifle butt shattered the skull of another soldier. The third began to falter away, his eyes full of fear. James felt it through the Force, and he enjoyed it, it stroked his blood lust as he twisted on his heel, letting the blade on his arm carve a wicked gash through his stomach. The soldier fell face first into his own gore, his life flickered out slowly as James watched.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]NOW[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]The spacer ran his hand through his hair. The soldiers had been boys. Probably just farmers looking for a better life. He had killed them without mercy, it was a horrible thing, and he was sickened by it. He took a pull from swill they called hard spirits around here before crashing into his bed, hoping that tonight he would get a good night’s rest. A hope he was sure would not be satisfied.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt][member="Gray Raxis"][/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt][member="Stardust"][/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt][member="Lady Kay"] (If you'd like to partake in searching for James in exile)[/SIZE]