James Justice
Charting new Paths
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James Justice. Many things to many people. Father. Crime Lord. King of the City of Vice. Billionaire. Playboy. Philanthropist to causes that help the people. Murderer. Thief. Dangerous. Anarchist.
But deep down, before any of that, he was a good old fashioned criminal, and a smuggler who could appreciate a good ship more than most could ever believe. That was what brought him here to Theta. He wanted a ship, and he wanted it bad. His intel ops had heard of this thing on the hush-hush. It was good. It was hot. It was being custom built as a gift to another planet by top engineers and scientists.
And James wanted it.
He stepped across the streets of Hope Minor, the capitol of this fine planet. Most of his body was clad in leather, the trench coat and pants to be more specific. Under it all his Deathammer and a hold out pistol was all he was armed with--and his wits.
Sure, he could have brought any army. But sometimes it was good to only go in classic style; him and a stranger out to get the ship and do the goods. Tonight, he wasn't a crime lord. Tonight he wasn't Commander James Justice.
Tonight he was just Captain Justice. A man who wanted to get a job done.
He stopped at the dark lit corner, the cigarette between his lips burning dully as the spacer waited for his contact.
[member="Evilyne"]
James Justice. Many things to many people. Father. Crime Lord. King of the City of Vice. Billionaire. Playboy. Philanthropist to causes that help the people. Murderer. Thief. Dangerous. Anarchist.
But deep down, before any of that, he was a good old fashioned criminal, and a smuggler who could appreciate a good ship more than most could ever believe. That was what brought him here to Theta. He wanted a ship, and he wanted it bad. His intel ops had heard of this thing on the hush-hush. It was good. It was hot. It was being custom built as a gift to another planet by top engineers and scientists.
And James wanted it.
He stepped across the streets of Hope Minor, the capitol of this fine planet. Most of his body was clad in leather, the trench coat and pants to be more specific. Under it all his Deathammer and a hold out pistol was all he was armed with--and his wits.
Sure, he could have brought any army. But sometimes it was good to only go in classic style; him and a stranger out to get the ship and do the goods. Tonight, he wasn't a crime lord. Tonight he wasn't Commander James Justice.
Tonight he was just Captain Justice. A man who wanted to get a job done.
He stopped at the dark lit corner, the cigarette between his lips burning dully as the spacer waited for his contact.
[member="Evilyne"]