James Justice
Charting new Paths
James grinned, the glob of food in his cheek forming a round pucker, "I be taking that as a complement."
Finished with his food he turned to the box and began examining its contents. He let out a low whistle, "Someone's got all the toys. Dioptic processors, magnetic amplifiers, a few switch-over synthesizers," he waved, "and some of this I dun't even know," he gave a grin of approval, "Good job, hella sexy."
He grabbed a few of the tools and removed his bracelets. Part of him cried out in protest as he opened the side panel and began exposing some of the wires. He had made these by hand to do things that--well nothing else would. A datapad, comm unit, remote to his ships, link to Reed, link to everything, it was like cutting his hand off.
He started talking to distract himself as he worked methodically, "Ye dun't need to be afraid miss, I dated Sith before," one of the wires gave his finger a shock, he recoiled and shook it, before turning to his next part of the project, "Twice actually. And a Dark Jedi. All them saber-jockeys, its strange," he chuckled, shaking his head. Perhaps opposites attracted each other? "I saw one of me best friends fall to the darkside, took half me fleet and started bombing cities--" he pursed his lips and sighed, "I put 'er down. Another, closer friend, fell to the darkside and--" he stood part of the device up and looked it over, "I went to kill 'er, but I couldn't. She had a voice in her," he pointed to his forehead, "Up there, see? Something weird like. I helped her find her way back too," he sighed and looked his handwork over. It wasn't pretty but it would do the job.
He turned his attention to Anara, "I guess what I be saying miss is that I ain't no school boy. I seen the dark side of the galaxy, I looked it in the eye and I dun't care. I have accepted that the world ain't black and white a long time ago and sometimes people do bad things meanin' good," he shrugged, "Anyway, go pack what ye need. When I start this, there ain't no turnin' back."
[member="Anara Valnor"]
Finished with his food he turned to the box and began examining its contents. He let out a low whistle, "Someone's got all the toys. Dioptic processors, magnetic amplifiers, a few switch-over synthesizers," he waved, "and some of this I dun't even know," he gave a grin of approval, "Good job, hella sexy."
He grabbed a few of the tools and removed his bracelets. Part of him cried out in protest as he opened the side panel and began exposing some of the wires. He had made these by hand to do things that--well nothing else would. A datapad, comm unit, remote to his ships, link to Reed, link to everything, it was like cutting his hand off.
He started talking to distract himself as he worked methodically, "Ye dun't need to be afraid miss, I dated Sith before," one of the wires gave his finger a shock, he recoiled and shook it, before turning to his next part of the project, "Twice actually. And a Dark Jedi. All them saber-jockeys, its strange," he chuckled, shaking his head. Perhaps opposites attracted each other? "I saw one of me best friends fall to the darkside, took half me fleet and started bombing cities--" he pursed his lips and sighed, "I put 'er down. Another, closer friend, fell to the darkside and--" he stood part of the device up and looked it over, "I went to kill 'er, but I couldn't. She had a voice in her," he pointed to his forehead, "Up there, see? Something weird like. I helped her find her way back too," he sighed and looked his handwork over. It wasn't pretty but it would do the job.
He turned his attention to Anara, "I guess what I be saying miss is that I ain't no school boy. I seen the dark side of the galaxy, I looked it in the eye and I dun't care. I have accepted that the world ain't black and white a long time ago and sometimes people do bad things meanin' good," he shrugged, "Anyway, go pack what ye need. When I start this, there ain't no turnin' back."
[member="Anara Valnor"]