The Lights of the Big Tent

[James Justice]

The spacer thought for a moment. He had really planned on being offworld tomorrow but, well he could live with it. He wasn't on shipment so there was no schedule.

He watched a lithe female swing from her rope and make a ten-point landing after a dazzling set of arial flips. There were skills here, he could give her that. Was she trying to rope him into something? Eh he'd deal with that later.

"I clear me scheduled," he said. "Now if ye don't mind I'll get bout and grab some sleep."

[member="Niyla Ar'i"]

 

[Rygen storyteller]

EPILOGUE.

The cruelly shaped fighter landed on the outskirts of town in a grainfield. The rising stalks provided a natural cloaking for its distinctive design. A shadowy figure stalked out from its landing, their one red eye glowing from under the hood. The sound of metal on metal resounded as it stepped down the platform onto the planet.

The figure stalked to the space port, keeping along the shadows and remaining unseen. It was here for one reason and nothing was going to stand in its way--James Justice. He had to die. Vengeance had to be served. The time had come for restitution, for their mission to be accomplished. How long had this hunt gone on? Years. Over hundreds of star systems for years they had been tracking down this criminal--a criminal of more crimes than any should have ever been graced with, yet beings still flocked around the target, lauding it.

No. James Justice would die.

[member="Niyla Ar'i"]

((Note: This is James Justice OOC ))