James Justice
Charting new Paths
James was in his citadel, the Angel's Den, smoke billowing from his cigarette. Earlier today he had set in motion a chain of events that would appear to be nothing more than a simple smuggling run, but actually, it was so much more.
A few moments ago he had sent his one of his lovers, [member="Aveira Dax"] on one of the fleet's elite AT-360 Light Freighters full of simple computers and banned literature to a small town in Kessel. There they would meet a man who simply went by "The Mover," one of James' long standing buyers from when the Spacer had been a much poorer man. The Mover had helped quite a few fortunes pass through James' hands and even gave him a few pushes in the right direction when James had been a young lad without a father.
But that was years ago. Years ago before the spacer learned his "old friend" had a penchant for abusing free women and slaves alike. Years ago before the Mover had tried to steal away part of James' fleet through subtle job offers. Oh yes, the man had declared war, and now he would be crushed. James would not rest until the man was gone--and his empire was in ruins.
Amid the literature were micro explosives that had cost James a small fortune. When the time was right, he would detonate them and blow the Mover to hells once more. If that failed..... there was a tracking unit that would notify the police within 72 hours the exact location of the stash. He was playing a dangerous game. But James could live with that. He settled into his chair and let out a breath of smoke. It was good to be the king.
OOC:
Anyone from Justice Shipping is welcome to join!
A few moments ago he had sent his one of his lovers, [member="Aveira Dax"] on one of the fleet's elite AT-360 Light Freighters full of simple computers and banned literature to a small town in Kessel. There they would meet a man who simply went by "The Mover," one of James' long standing buyers from when the Spacer had been a much poorer man. The Mover had helped quite a few fortunes pass through James' hands and even gave him a few pushes in the right direction when James had been a young lad without a father.
But that was years ago. Years ago before the spacer learned his "old friend" had a penchant for abusing free women and slaves alike. Years ago before the Mover had tried to steal away part of James' fleet through subtle job offers. Oh yes, the man had declared war, and now he would be crushed. James would not rest until the man was gone--and his empire was in ruins.
Amid the literature were micro explosives that had cost James a small fortune. When the time was right, he would detonate them and blow the Mover to hells once more. If that failed..... there was a tracking unit that would notify the police within 72 hours the exact location of the stash. He was playing a dangerous game. But James could live with that. He settled into his chair and let out a breath of smoke. It was good to be the king.
OOC:
Anyone from Justice Shipping is welcome to join!