James Justice
Charting new Paths
What he though was best. That softened him, made James feel less angry. Yes, he was still upset that the moment had been shattered, but that, for one reason or another, that he couldn't quite place, felt really good. Plus the way she ran her fingers through her hair was--what was the word--adorable?
The spacer smiled, taking a moment to get lost in her eyes and face.
"Sir," said the head of the envoy making their way towards James hastily, "there are urgent matters to attend to."
James looked up, "Aye, first things first, unload Anara's luggage from the Angel and put it in me room."
"Sir, Senator Dianne is in your quarters," objected one of the others. "Which was what I was going to say, she is quite--"
"Who?" James asked furrowing his brows.
The men blinked, confused. Was their boss kidding or was this a test? Why was he acting so strangely? The CEO who was normally on top of life and in charge, with a quick tongue and a sharp wit was now--what had gotten into him? And should they really be discussing this matter in front of the current lady he was interested in?
"Sir, she is the Zeltron representative," ventured a Muun follower, "You have been parading her around for two weeks, negotiating deals. Before you--"
"Well what is she doing in me bedroom? Get her the frells out, now," James snapped.
"Yes, sir," the Muun said meekly before he sulked away.
"And ye," he said pointing to another, "Get me the five best psychiatrists in the galaxy. I dun't care how, I want em here in 48 hours or less. Pay, kidnap, bribe, blackmail I dun't care how, get em here."
"Yes sir."
James looked at Anara again and smiled, "I promised I would take care of ye, I will. I will do whatever it takes to get ye safe." He caressed her cheek softly. Her skin was so smooth, and gentle. Flawless in every way.
"Sir, please, there are urgent matters to tend to," another of the desk-jockeys practically shouted, "The Republic is under invasion sir!"
"What the hell do I care?" James snapped back. "Let em handle their own land."
"Sir, they are asking for us to privateer for them, and Triter Zone is contacting you about a possible venture for the fleet. The pirates on the west are threatening to forgo the treaty and attack our orphanages," he said at last, his voice pitch rising in fervor.
James sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. Some days it sucked being the Invisible Hand and the People's Criminal. He looked to Anara apologetically.
"I will be hurrying this as fast as I can," he said in soft tones, wrapping an arm around her. "I promise. Ye can come and sit in if ye want, but this won't be exactly exciting."
[member="Anara Valnor"]
The spacer smiled, taking a moment to get lost in her eyes and face.
"Sir," said the head of the envoy making their way towards James hastily, "there are urgent matters to attend to."
James looked up, "Aye, first things first, unload Anara's luggage from the Angel and put it in me room."
"Sir, Senator Dianne is in your quarters," objected one of the others. "Which was what I was going to say, she is quite--"
"Who?" James asked furrowing his brows.
The men blinked, confused. Was their boss kidding or was this a test? Why was he acting so strangely? The CEO who was normally on top of life and in charge, with a quick tongue and a sharp wit was now--what had gotten into him? And should they really be discussing this matter in front of the current lady he was interested in?
"Sir, she is the Zeltron representative," ventured a Muun follower, "You have been parading her around for two weeks, negotiating deals. Before you--"
"Well what is she doing in me bedroom? Get her the frells out, now," James snapped.
"Yes, sir," the Muun said meekly before he sulked away.
"And ye," he said pointing to another, "Get me the five best psychiatrists in the galaxy. I dun't care how, I want em here in 48 hours or less. Pay, kidnap, bribe, blackmail I dun't care how, get em here."
"Yes sir."
James looked at Anara again and smiled, "I promised I would take care of ye, I will. I will do whatever it takes to get ye safe." He caressed her cheek softly. Her skin was so smooth, and gentle. Flawless in every way.
"Sir, please, there are urgent matters to tend to," another of the desk-jockeys practically shouted, "The Republic is under invasion sir!"
"What the hell do I care?" James snapped back. "Let em handle their own land."
"Sir, they are asking for us to privateer for them, and Triter Zone is contacting you about a possible venture for the fleet. The pirates on the west are threatening to forgo the treaty and attack our orphanages," he said at last, his voice pitch rising in fervor.
James sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. Some days it sucked being the Invisible Hand and the People's Criminal. He looked to Anara apologetically.
"I will be hurrying this as fast as I can," he said in soft tones, wrapping an arm around her. "I promise. Ye can come and sit in if ye want, but this won't be exactly exciting."
[member="Anara Valnor"]