James Justice
Charting new Paths
James' empathy came in handy-again. In some ways it would be a thorn in his side, never shutting off when he wanted it to or needed it to, in other ways it was the best thing that could happen to him, able to scope out a bluff or being's emotions in a matter of seconds. It was true he could feel the pain of a suffering village or the highs of the euphoria of a wedding. And now, with the few people in the room, he could feel the ones who were suspicious and the ones who were terrified.
"I think we could pawn em at Corellia for an easy 270," James said, carefully encoding the degree locations of those he was suspicious about in his offhanded remarks, "But then with fuel that'd take out an easy 105 per stack, plus dock hands, thar be another 30. It might be better to take it to Kuat where we could get em for a profit of 200, after dar expenses," he took another sip and winked, "if ye follow me. But I be interested to know, where do you think we could go with this, love? Or shun't we take it head on?"
Reed behind him gave a warbled, confused reply. His master had gone from gentleman to chummy bar-hopper in a matter of seconds. And the little yellow bot was confused and concerned for his master.
James felt the tension in the room rise, even though he hadn't heard anything. He could bet they had given a secret signal behind him and his bet was things were about to get dirty quick. When the two engineers walked out, James was afraid his gut was right. Why can't we have a nice drink ever now and then without someone shooting at us?
[member="Ruby Rose"]
"I think we could pawn em at Corellia for an easy 270," James said, carefully encoding the degree locations of those he was suspicious about in his offhanded remarks, "But then with fuel that'd take out an easy 105 per stack, plus dock hands, thar be another 30. It might be better to take it to Kuat where we could get em for a profit of 200, after dar expenses," he took another sip and winked, "if ye follow me. But I be interested to know, where do you think we could go with this, love? Or shun't we take it head on?"
Reed behind him gave a warbled, confused reply. His master had gone from gentleman to chummy bar-hopper in a matter of seconds. And the little yellow bot was confused and concerned for his master.
James felt the tension in the room rise, even though he hadn't heard anything. He could bet they had given a secret signal behind him and his bet was things were about to get dirty quick. When the two engineers walked out, James was afraid his gut was right. Why can't we have a nice drink ever now and then without someone shooting at us?
[member="Ruby Rose"]