James Justice
Charting new Paths
Location: Tatoowine
Time: Unknown
James felt his body being jostled through gods knew how many passages and turns. After having four stun shots to the chest and a few blows to his extravagantly dashing face, the spacer was beyond disoriented. Not to mention he was sure that the body odor waffing of the Wequay behind him had to be a crime of assault, even on a backwater planet like this one. It was enough to make him want to cry. Almost.
After all, how was he supposed to know that she wasa slave girl? Its not like she was exactly warning him. Besides--she was pretty. Very pretty. And the smile she had was so shy in all the sweet ways he liked. Granted, the near-human had yet to see anything about a woman he didn't like but that wasn't the point. Was it worth it? James smirked from behind the burlap bag. Totally.
Finally he reached his destination. He heard a metal door open and was tossed face first onto the floor. The thin layer of sand hardly was an adaquate buffer against the stone under it. "Feth, rough much?"
The door slammed behind the spacer with a sense of finality. He heard the gurads behind him give loud laughing boisterous jokes. The polygot got the message through his haze: he was as good as dead--or so much worse.
[member="Bat"]
[member="Kratos Bandua"]
[member="Ryn'Dhal"]
Time: Unknown
James felt his body being jostled through gods knew how many passages and turns. After having four stun shots to the chest and a few blows to his extravagantly dashing face, the spacer was beyond disoriented. Not to mention he was sure that the body odor waffing of the Wequay behind him had to be a crime of assault, even on a backwater planet like this one. It was enough to make him want to cry. Almost.
After all, how was he supposed to know that she wasa slave girl? Its not like she was exactly warning him. Besides--she was pretty. Very pretty. And the smile she had was so shy in all the sweet ways he liked. Granted, the near-human had yet to see anything about a woman he didn't like but that wasn't the point. Was it worth it? James smirked from behind the burlap bag. Totally.
Finally he reached his destination. He heard a metal door open and was tossed face first onto the floor. The thin layer of sand hardly was an adaquate buffer against the stone under it. "Feth, rough much?"
The door slammed behind the spacer with a sense of finality. He heard the gurads behind him give loud laughing boisterous jokes. The polygot got the message through his haze: he was as good as dead--or so much worse.
[member="Bat"]
[member="Kratos Bandua"]
[member="Ryn'Dhal"]