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[James Justice]

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Dal'Bor. The city of Vice. The Capital of Luxury. The City of Sinful Cities. The Eighth Deadly Sin. The Jewel of Soceras.

The city had many nicknames. James pondered all of them as he stood from his perch on the Angel's Den, the center of the city itself, symbolically and literally. He watched as the air speeders moved by, seemingly normal as twilight began to fall. But the spacer knew that everything was far from normal.

The crimelords of Dal'bor had agreements; each had his own turf and no one touched the other. When James had arrived he formed tenuous agreements with the Lords of Vice, never to truly trust any of them. As Justice had expected, a year into his occupation of Dal'Bor, "problems" began to arise. Employees disappeared. Spontaneous explosions. Machinery failure. There would be no more of that.

"Sir, your meeting is ready," intoned a droid as it entered James' private perch.

The spacer smiled, crossing the hall into the grand room. The dark table was long, and lined with main mobster lords who comprised the Ladarri family; Racketeers, Extortionists, Launderers, and Counterfeiters. Their suits alone were worth more than most of the citizens in the city. The angry expressions on their faces for having to wait was worth the effort it took to ensure this would work.

"Gentlemen and ladies," James began, "Thank you for your time."

"This better be good," the father, Hellerman, grumbled. "Somethin' bout a once and a lifetime opportunity."

"It is," James said with a grand smile, "I am offering you an opportunity to hop onto a gravy train, mass profit."

"How much are we talking?"

"Billions, if not trillions of credits."

Their ears perked, and James began to walk around the table as he spoke, "Ye see the past is gone. We all know the first rule of business is to always be moving, training, changing. And ye ain't. Ye are stangant and ye will inevitably die and be taken over. The Justice Family? We are new. We are up and coming. We are powerful and we are going to take this city over, this planet over, hell, maybe a few. But ye are in the way."

"How dare you! This is redicu--" Hellerman's words were cut off with the sharp crack of James' blaster pistol. Blood splattered across his suit as the portly, grey haired man fell back, eyes glazing over.

"Gents, ye can join me or ye can join ye father, and trust me my friend here," James pressed a button on his bracelet, opening one of the side doors, "He wun't be so gentle."

[member="Thraxis"] (Have fun)
[member="Seanna Vel"] (If ya want)

 

[Thraxis]

A cry, a wailing pain as a large metallic box was placed over a Creatures shoulder, its every pulse of noise radiating a choir of screams. This was Thraxis, and finally James has given him a job. He had been given the chance to elicit fear into the hearts of the hardened men, his gas mask covering his face with a morbid skull, lathers of blood seeping from its eyes and a twisting snake contorting between the gaps in its teeth.

He looked around, his head bobbing up and down to each pulse of noise that came from the contraption, a hard task as their was no rhythm, it was a parody of what a song should be. It was simply a jumbled mess of screams and cries all bouncing one after another. "Boys and girls of every age! Have you ever wanted to see something strange!" his voice cried out, pouncing to the newly dead carcass, his body limply moving with an almost tremble as he began to pant heavily through his mask, each one crumpled and crackled through the air filters.

As he approached the carcass he had a spare hand on his gun if anyone jumped to stop him a quick cauterized puncture through the skull will be all they are met with. As he walked tension followed in tail, approaching the body with a cracked smile he slowly pulled up his Mask, stomaching James scent in return to take a deep breath of the carcass. His hand rolling into his trenchcoat to pull out a small bottle of an unknown liquid, emptying its content into the corpse before igniting a fire with his blaster.

As a flame erupted he fell down to his knees, rocking back and fourth as he turned down his music, fixing his mask back to his face before putting his hands over the corpse in a mocking display, "Look at this man. He made an empire through shady means. Now his compatriots can watch as it will dispersal in a hail of fire." a mocking and guttural tone radiating from his mouth before taking a quick scan of the men, followed by a low pitched whistle.
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[James Justice]

James gave Thraxis a subtle nod, it was work well done. No matter how many times he saw this freak, James still felt his skin crawl. Perhaps it had to do with their first fight when they met--or the fact that there wasn't much keeping him from degrading to that level of insanity. Judging by the stunned silence on the men's faces surrounding the table, James supposed Thraxis' little display was getting through. It was time to tip them over the edge.

The spacer raised his blaster once more, pressing its tip on the back of the closest Mobster's head.

"Thing long, think wrong." BANG. The body lurched forward, falling on the table, gore spattering across the onyx surface.

"I-I will join you," Stammered one of the men rising to his feet terrified.

James gave a pleased smile, "Ye get to live," The spacer looked to Thraxis, "Have fun with the others. Show him a taste of what ye are capable of."

Without another word he strode out of the conference room, confident in Thraxis' skills. He knew first hand that Zeltron was the best at what he did.

"Sir," one of the slicer shouted striding towards James.

The spacer looked at his employee, a young male Umbarian. He had been put away for life for grand larson and slicing heists on Mygeeto. He was just a good kid trying to get his way out of a bad spot, for that James had used his connections to pull him out--and get him a better chance under Justice Shipping.

"I'm Janz Rolfins, you put me in charge of monitoring the brothels in the Red District," the Umbarian explained.

The spacer nodded, "Aye, tell me what ye got lad."

"The Pimps are meeting in the Location Delta," Janz said offering a piece of paper, "In five minutes. If you hurry, you can catch them off guard."

James gave the page a precursory glance furrowing his brow. Things were happening faster than he was planning. Not too fast, but the process would have to be sped up, "Tell Thraxis in the conference to put the others on Ice and to meet me there. Tell him we will be going in hot."

Without another word the spacer moved to his air speeder, mounting it and speeding away towards his next slaughter.

[member="Thraxis"]

 

[Thraxis]

Without a second of hesitation he dropped the box, its echos still bouncing around in his mind like a symphony, "Bang!" he yelled, watching as all the men jumped out of their skin. His hands lowered down to the legs of the burning carcass, a sick laughter ringing though his mask, "Oh calm down." he said aloud as he turned, his fingers subtle squeezing onto the legs "I ain't gonna kill ya." he said, waiting for the first sign of relief to be revealed.

Then it popped, the first sigh came from the middle of the group, followed but a chuckle met with instant screams as he picked up the carcass tossing it through the crowd and catching some men on the side in the cross fire. "Whoops. Fingers slipped." he said as he fell to the ground, rolling back and fourth as one of the men made his approach, his fingers closed heavily as he picked up the rolling madman with a fervor hidden in his breath.

"What the hell is wrong with you!?" the men screamed as he stood a foot taller, easily picking the man of the ground, one of his hands holding his Blaster in place, the other had been dropped for dramatic effect a little earlier, the group behind him starting to get cocky as the men revealed back his head, rushing forward with a heavy thud. Its force traveling through the armor and a trail of blood to soon follow. As the men cheered Thraxis ejected his needle, injecting it deep into the large lugs gullet. It took a few seconds before it took effect, the man careening over with an almost shattering bang as the looks of relief quickly dissipated and the screams of the burning men took over the room.

As he started to laugh a little ting wondered in, its face looking with determination as it peered around, relaying the information towards Thraxis, "Hmmm... sounds like that will be funner then dealing with this group of stiffs." he sighed as he took his helmet of taking a breath as he wiped away the blood. "Well then, congrats, you lot get to live!" he declared, before accessing a com and sending another message aloud, "Gammoreans, I want you take these nice guests and show them our Hospitality. In the Pitt." he chuckled as he walked away, fear or not he cared less.

As he walked he quickly turned back, grabbing his boom box and lashing a sadistic smile as he heard some grunts moving along. Pausing the noise he walked away, heading towards the Delta Local. Putting his helmet back on he left he building hailing a Space Taxi and telling the Driver where to go.
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[James Justice]

The Red District was little more than a hovel of prostitution. There was no need to hide it in this city; the city where crime literally ruled the streets; the law depended on who you were closest to--figuratively and literally. As James slowed his speeder down his eyes caught glimpses of the filth that lined the streets. Rust caked buildings. Brothels stood on every corner as women stood outside flaunting their wears seductively. Their male counter parts and varients of both were not one adhere to modesty either. The spacer had rarely seen so many species so willing to sell themselves for so little, he could feel his soul getting wrenched apart. This would stop the moment he cleared these pimps out.

At last the Spacer reached Location Delta, a wedge-shaped building that was a mix of a brothel and a club; more brothel than club. Several of the local steetwalkers saw James land and began clamboring for his attention with their hands, and their words. When the Spacer stepped from the speeder brandishing his assault blaster rifle, they quickly decided they had somewhere else to be.

Anger flowed through James' veins as he stormed the steps to Delta's archaic doors. One of the Bouncers made a move towards James, 'Hey you can't--"

James' rifle tore two massive holes through his chest, dropping the hulking man to the floor and ending the statement. The spacer glared at the other two guards standing by before splattering their brains across the walls. He stormed into the elevator and scanned the names of the floors. He reached in for his gut feeling and began to feel for what or where to go. The Force gave him an answer; floor 2037. The spacer punched the numbers in and felt the machine jolt to life.

As he was carried upward, James reached into the satchel over his shoulder and began checking out his clips, priming them, and keeping his hands busy. He wanted to be ready to blow them all to hell when the doors opened.

As the rusting chromium doors slid open, The Force sent a jolt through his body; move now! The spacer lurched to the left, just in time to dodge a volley of bullets and blaster fire.

"Fething hell," the spacer spat, shaking his head. His rage had made him sloppy and he knew it.

[member="Thraxis"]

 

[Thraxis]

Thraxis glared at the building on his approach, he saw the filth that littered the street, hookers, prostitutes, even some Zeltrons had infiltrated their ranks and sold their temptations as common merchandise, a sigh that made him sick. The Zeltrons... they would have to be leveled. In fact he had full intention of coming back here and wiping the entire street clean. More so out of boredom then anything else.

As he approached he saw that some bouncers had already been killed, sighing slightly he pulled out a few hundred credits and tossed it to the driver, it was grossly to much but he would rather get into the action then wait. As he approached he looked to the bouncers, then around the place, it seemed the hookers saw this as commonplace. A positive note at least in an otherwise terrible locale.

Thraxis paused for a second, looking to the man and placing his box on the ground, his hands gripping around the mans neck as he twisted and pulled, with heavy heaves as he heard the flesh slowly peel apart, giving leniency to his strength as he tugged the head loose, falling back onto another one of the corpses. He sighed as he started to force his hand through the base of the neck placing his fingers in a manner to control the mouth, "Well howdy there Thraxis, are we gonna go kill some things?" the mouth said as Thraxis puppeteer the cranium, "Why, yes we are my good friend. In fact, we will leave wanton destruction in our wake." he said as he made his approach, picking up the boom box with his empty hand.

He looked around the building, women flaunting themselves all around as the men and women gawked about, the women had degraded themselves, the scent of men feeling in control as these women falsely lusted for their entertainment. A poor sight as he walked towards the DJ room, turning of his boombox as it was already deafened by the people littering the room with their insufferable voices. The DJ turned, the first person to pay heed to his new friend, a look of worry and horror washing over as Thraxis put down his boombox, his fist clenched as he ran towards the DJ, the skull crashing against the other as he progressively turned the room into a horror show.

After a few minutes people started to look around, the music had ended and the DJ booth had trails of blood covering the window. Then in an instant a bloody face would bash against the window, a trail of crimson dispersing and following his face as a skull appeared to everyone. Thraxis free hand flipped the microphone, followed by the screams of his boombox as people flooded out the building, though it didn't take long to find the hired security, their blasters revealing themselves followed by a hail of fire at the DJ's booth. Only to be returned by return fire.
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[James Justice]

The spacer grimaced as he felt flecks of molten durasteel singe the exposed skin on his face, neck, and hands. The Force tore through his body in a vengeful rage, hotter than the metal searing his skin.

James lept from his cover, his rifle screaming death, hurling blaster bolts through the air. His rounds tore through the air, ripping holes through his attacker's bodies. Each one dropped in a twisted dance of death as they struggled to cling to life. One of the men fell back against the wall. Blood spewed from lips as his arms struggled to raise the rifle for one more shot. James rammed the butt of his rifle through his skull, shattering it across the wall.

James coldly tossed his empty clip on the dead body before striding away. As he strode through the next door slapping the next clip in, a guard sprang at James, blaster ready. The spacer rammed the butt of his rifle into the man's gut before snapping his spine with a barrel-whip. Another sprang from behind a pillar. James snapped his rifle's slide back before leveling it and squeezing three rounds into the man's chest. The spacer stepped into the conference room. His eyes glared across the decadent room at the twenty men there. Each had varrying designs for their wardrobe; some wore classic suits, others wore more robe like garments. Humans, Wookiees, Muun, it was a hodgpodge of races gathered there. Each was dressed gaudily, each wore an expression of shocked disbelief.

"Gentlemen, allow me to introduce myself," James said lowering his rifle with a smile, "I am Hell."

The Smile never left as his face as his finger clamped down on the trigger in a spray of rage.

[member="Thraxis"]

 

[Thraxis]

Thraxis bowed his head, faking limpness against the board, the Phirik was tough as hell though to them it likely seemed to be nothing more then Durasteel. Thraxis laid there, cold and an almost static like stillness, as some of the men approached, then he heard a faint whisper, the sparks of war rampaging above him. It seemed James had found the Party before he did.

He laid there for a few seconds, the men slowly approaching. The firefight was harsh, at least half their numbers were decimated by the fire, they had little Cover while Thraxis had all he needed. One moved closer then the rest, his gun left at his side as he tapped his carcass with his gun, only for it to be met with a quick resonating bolt of light searing through his flesh, then came a few more. The little cover they could afford before had become foreign to them, the concept of death was all they could now embrace as a hail of blaster fire tore through their casual attire.

He paused for a second, looking at the carnage he had sewn. Taking a deep breath he looked for the most flammable substances he could find, taking a few minutes to pile them up as he placed the corpses onto a soon to be brazier. Releasing some more of the liquid he used prior he started yet another flame, smoke quickly building up through the floor as he walked towards the elevator. With any luck, the smoke should render any who come in through here unconscious. Though he never really understood the principle, he just new that it could.

As he walked to the elevator he looked at all the levels. There were too many to count and he had no time to do mathematics, instead his pressing all the button like some immature child would have to suffice. He reaally wished someone had left a note as to where the meeting was.
[member="James Justice"]

 

[James Justice]

The spacer tossed his clip aside, letting it clatter across the floor as he dug in his satchel for a fresh one.

"My arms, my arms--"

"God no, God please not li--"

"Help me, someone fething help me!"

James nestled his rifle back into the pit of his shoulder, savoring the sweet cries of his victims for a moment. Their blood was sprayed across the walls, the tables, the papers, their chairs. Several of the dead stared up at the ceiling with unseeing eyes, others were wound together in the dance of death. Several of the dying sat against the walls, holding their blood in with what was left of their strength.

One of the men pulled himself up, peering over the edge of the table. Blood oozed from his right shoulder, James could gauge by the entrance wound the rotator cuff was torn to hell. The man's face contorted in pain--and rage, "You."

The spacer chuckled, ratcheting his rifle's next shot, "You got guts. I give you that."

His next burst tore through the man, sending him backwards and into the unlife. Another two stood up and charged him in a final and only moment of glorious courage. The spacer easily dispatched both in a blaze of blaster fire.

[member="Thraxis"]

 

[Thraxis]

Thraxis fingers ran along his shoulders, his body falling into the corner of the elevator as the mutinous tune kept ringing in harmony. A ring of the bell, then the crunching of gears as he slowly moved up higher and higher, then repeat. All to the chime of some damn elevator music. After a few minutes he got into the groove of the music, his fingers clicking in time with the gears as he started to whistle.

After what felt like hours he finally arrived on what looked to be the right floor, blood and guts sprayed across the floor, pillars tinged with thick waves of blood. He quickly walked out, still singing the tune as it became an earworm slowly digging deeper and deeper into his mind. "Oh, so here you are." he said with a sigh as he looked around, it seemed they both got their fill of carnage for the night.

"Really wish ya would have left me a note." he said as he started to poke some muscles in the bodies with his free hand, he had almost become accustomed to the dead bouncers hand adorning his wrist. "Yeah I know, it sure took some time to get here didn't it boss?" he said again, this time with his adorned hand to himself, it was creepy how natural it came to him, to control and contort the dead mans body to his own will for his own sick pleasure.
[member="James Justice"]

 

[James Justice]

The spacer looked back at Thraxis as he came into the room. The last of the dead pimps finally surrendered his life under James' leather boot. The spacer lifted his weight off the carcass' neck and gave the sick puppet a look of partial amusement and disgust, "Sorry, I got distracted."

The spacer shifted his rifle in his hands and looked at his wrist comm. A stream of data rolled by his face. The bodies were stacking as strike teams across the city were active; gang after gang was going down, their bosses killed and their assets liquidated, both employees and physical assets. It was all falling into place just as the spacer had hoped it would, but they were not done yet.

"One more job," the spacer murmured, "A bloody lot. You heard of the Linkara family? They run most all of the drugs in this city. Hundreds of tons a week both in and out of here. We get into the Linkara Mansion on the outskirts of town and we can cut the serpent off at its head while taking its body for our own," the spacer nodded to a getaway speeder one of the pimps had brought but was unable to use hidden behind a dais, "If your in, your driving."

James strode towards the speeder, into the passenger seat. He knew there was only one thing that Tharaxis loved more than spilling blood--and that was getting paid to spill more blood

[member="Thraxis"]

 

[Thraxis]

Thraxis almost wiggled with joy. He had a nasty reputation for kamikaze striking. At least he would if anyone else would ever survive the crashes. "Sure thing. I am great at driving." he whispered as he looked to the head, "Well Lord Von Castilein, I have to go, call me next time your in the area." he said with a chuckle as he slowly slid it off of his wrist, landing with a thud and leaving with a salute to the mighty lord.

Quickly he ran to the Speeder, jumping aboard it with a fevered pitch as he started to crank the gears and flick some switches. With a bit of luck the thing actually managed to start up his eyes darting about as he quickly motioned it towards the window, his fingers flooring it to the maximum speed as glass shattered around him, a maniacal laugh cackling as the machine quickly floored through the air, its body slowly descending above all the buildings beneath it.

Quickly he opened his com through to the Gammoreans, asking for Directions. In a few seconds they relayed the message, the visitors of the Pitt seemed more then happy to oblige. With a snap the vehicle turned half-way around, still descending over the buildings as his eyes caught the glimpse of the monument, his eyes narrowed as he looked to the building, a look of glee as the vehicle continued on its path.

In a little over five minutes the vehicle had made quick pace, the vehicle inching closer and closer to the building as Thraxis finally snapped, "Lets blow this damn place straight to hell!" he screamed as he floored once more, to no avail with it already at max speed. It was as if time itself slowed down as the metal body came crashing with the marble walls, debris shattering all around as his body went flying over the speeder, his body cracking against a wall. Then time speed up and the pain caught up with him A common mix of euphoric joy and agaonizing anguish racked through his body as he looked at the handy work.
[member="James Justice"]

 

[James Justice]

James felt the sting of blood in his eyes and the familiar dull roar in his head. The spacer peeled himself off the dashboard before grimacing in pain at the newest addition to his collection to head injuries. His right pointer finger dabbled against the blood pooling on his forehead--right before the delayed airbag slapped him in the face.

"Damnit," he grumbled into the muffled bag.

Several of the guards began to storm the room as James unbuckled himself from the ride and fell onto the expensive cobblestone flooring. A rat-like humanoid appeared in a suit, his wingtipped shoes treading over the refuse of the shattered wall on the floor.

"James Justice, I was expecting you sooner than later," the man said in his nasal voice, "I wish you wouldn't have arrived here like that, you've done my family a great disservice."

"Frell you and your family," the spacer grumbled hauling himself to his knees, "You piss poor, good for nothing ass-licking dealers are nothing more than glorified shipping company."

"You dishonor me, and my family, my family, Justice," Linkara warned him, "If you wanna die quickly, you'd be wise to shut up now while I am feeling gracious."

The spacer spat a mouth full of blood over his shoulder, "You don't have the balls to do it yourself."

[member="Thraxis"]

 

[Thraxis]

"Hey! I'm here too Jackass." Thraxis spat out, venom lacing his every words as he started to contort his body slowly the winching pain of broken bones rattling inside him as he straightened himself up. "And he wasn't even the one who caused this mess! Don't go giving him credit! Especially for crap I damn well done myself!" he yelled again, a trickle of blooding following up his throat as he coughed, flicks of blood bouncing out of the air filters as he watched the guards.

After a few seconds he peeled himself up, caring little for any gun fire as he cracked his neck, almost certain he was about to kill himself all in the name of dramatic effects. "And just so you know. In my entire life I have never died once. Something I can guarantee that you won't be able to say for much longer." he cackled as he fell to the floor on his ass, his hands quickly pouncing onto his guns as he waited for the first draw, the first burst of light to shoot from the gun.
[member="James Justice"]

 

[James Justice]

The moment Thraxis spoke and took the rat-faced crime boss' eyes him, James sprang into action. His left hand shot out, pulling one of the blaster pistols from its owner's holster. His body surged forward, adrenaline temporarily giving him a moment of lull from the pain in his head and body--and he needed.

James' free hand wrapped around Linkara's throat, slamming him against he wall before pressing the barrel of the pistol against his diminutive forehead, "Drop your weapons, drop them now!"

For a brief moment the mobster on the other end looked terrified. Then he gave the order, "Put your weapons on the floor, boys."

James let out a fraction of a sigh of relief. He could hear the sound of his re-enforcement speeders arriving, they were almost through the homeward stretch to victory. After a few minutes he could hear their footsteps coming into the remains of the mansion, moving through the entire building and quickly subduing the minimal resistance.

Suddenly the spacer felt something hit his lower back, dropping him to his knees and wincing in pain.

"Get them, boys, kill them," Linkara ordered coldly.

[member="Thraxis"]

 

[Thraxis]

Thraxis heard the slight roars heading towards them, they were either backup for James, or Backup for the Crime Boss. His eyes filled with misery as James made them surrender, he had gotten plenty of blodshed this day but one could never have too much of a good thing. Of course James lets them surrender. Why wouldn't he deny me bloodshed. the thoughts leaped and bounced through his mind, evolving as time went by as he thought of what joys he could have engaged in with them.

Thraxis looked down for a second, his fingers running along his arm as he heard the order, the voice was not James, his head quickly snapping towards James before realizing that something had hit him. A quick smile flashed along him as another dribble of blood rose through his air filters.

"This is why you kill people James!" he roared as a flare erupted beneath him, his boots erupting a short gout of flame as his body was sent colliding through the air, his body was too broken to maintain a solid enough form for flight, instead only ending in him rolling fast and heavily against the boss. His body sliding between the two as his entire mass combined with the speed ended with the cracking of bones as flesh meet Marble and bones meet Phirik, a hard cough burst from Thraxis air filter, his voice wheezing as the two of them collided with the wall.
[member="James Justice"]

 

[James Justice]

Through the haze of agony James was relatively aware of the blaster fire that erupted across the room. With what little will was left in his body, James rolled over onto his back. Pain arced through his lower spine. It was probably fractured. He barely had time to register the man standing over him, wielding a thick metal pipe. James' stolen blaster gave a wild barrage of shots that tore through the man's chest, head, and throat. The dead body failed back into a crumpled mess.

James set his teeth on edge as he began sending shots down range, blasting off the enemy gunmen he could get in his sights, "Yeah, I know. I know. It seemed like a damn good play at the moment."

Their back up arrived, wearing heavy armor and wielding heavy assault rifles. The tale-tall sign of the Cardinal Company second rangers showed on their shoulders. The firefight was over in a matter of minutes.

"Are you alright, sir?" one of the medics asked looking James over.

"Spine. Hurts. I think its fractured," James grunted. "Head injury. Contusion, I think."

"Alright, hold still sir, we are going to get you out of here safely."

***

A few days later James was in the hospital. Again. He sighed looking over the reports as the first wave of benefits were coming in from the take over of Dal'Bor. Things were looking good. Very good. The first police force was actually beginning to do its work. A lose tax system was being maneuvered into place. The preliminary tarriffs were coming back with rather promising (not to mention lucrative) signs. The people had so far taken their new Crime Lord with a surprisingly low level of resistance. Part of the Spacer wondered if it was because he was seen to them as nothing more than another monster.

The spacer swiped left on his datapad, wiring a few thousand credits to Thraxis' account, a small token of his thanks before sending a message:

"Thx 4 ur help. U game for another city sometime?"

[member="Thraxis"]

 

[Thraxis]

Thraxis ached as he looked around, a hail of gunfire washing over the place as he slowly slipped into unconsciousness. The moving of feet as the men looked over James was nothing to be surprised about. Slowly he rolled over, looking at his handy work before its embrace wrapped its hands around his eyes.

Time passed, his eyes awoke to see himself still in the rubble. His arms cracking with pain as he saw a small pool of dried blood near the air filters of his Mask. Slowly taking it off he took a deep breath, with a cough and a wheeze he slowly pulled himself up looking through the rubble before activating his comm link. "Boys, I need an extraction." he said as he laid still on the floor.

Once more time passed, an entire day of resting up in that building before he saw a flash of light, powerful winds gusting about before ladders fell from above him, a few Gammoreans climbing down to pull him up and onto the ship, "Wes thoughts you wers ded b0ss." one of them chuckled as he slowly climbed up the ladder, Thraxis limp body overthrown his shoulder.

"I'm sorry. Do I look like someone who would die so easily." he laughed before drifting into unconsciousness. One last trickle of blood before finally falling asleep.

---

Thraxis laid in his seat, spinning around as he clutched to his chest. He was told to see a Doctor but the only medicine he needed was booze and companionship. And the echoes of the Pitt with their new visitors were doing wonders for his aching body. He lazed in his ceiling chair, a message popping up with some credits falling into his account. Gonna have to get this transferred into cash. Way more dramatic that stuff. He thought to himself before opening his message before responding hastily.

"Mate, that was nothing. Next time give me a challenge. Maybe the Sith Empire or Mandos. Heard they are a tougher challenge." he responded before standing up, letting out a yawn before going off to the bar. He earned a heavy drink.
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[James Justice]

The spacer looked at his message and grinned, chuckling slightly before wincing at the pain it sent into his lower back. The doctor said everything would be fine in a matter of a few weeks, but he would have to keep away from laughing for now.

He rubbed his face before looking out the window at the skyline. News would reach the rest of Soceras about the change of regimes. Most likely sooner than later. They would fight him. Make the spacer prove himself, something he was not intent on doing. There was another option, one that made for a much more satisfactory victory. They would just have to take the cities first.

James laid his head back, allowing himself a moment's rest. But just a moment, "I want files on Bankor, now!"

[member="Thraxis"]

Fin.