James Justice
Charting new Paths
Hearing the sound of his sister, James felt wave of familiar rage sweep over his body. He felt ten years younger hearing his sister cry out for help. She was in real danger, real life-or-death danger that he had rarely ever seen her in and that--made him angry. He saw Denn save his life with a sharp shot to the animated carcass on his left. It would have been very appropriate to see him turn green and shout "Hulk Smash" or something.Lady Kay said:"James!! Denn!! How do we get out of here?!"
He nodded to the good man, 'Cover me, going in for Kay!"
He could see her, as the dead began to surround her on her position of the X-Wing. He felt the familiar wave of Force Rage wash over him, fueling him and surging through his body. His eyes swam with a familiar dark purple energy. It was rare for James to use his Force Skills, but times like this merited it. Blaster roaring with death he charged head first into the crowd of carcasses. Their thick, black blood splattered as he put their bodies to rest. His shoulder slammed through one, the power of the Force shattered it into a bloody spray of gore. He brought his heavy pistol down on another, shattering its skull into fragments that went sailing through the air. Spinning on his heel, he brought his other fist down in a hammer fist, tearing through another's exposed brains with ease. He jut his hand out, palm first, sending a wave of Force Push, clearing a path for his sister to a nearby tower--a safe haven.
"Go! Now!" he roared before plunging his fist through another's chest. The body twitched before going limp on his arm. The spacer hurled it at another two, sending them all crashing against the bulkhead of a freighter.
"James look out!" Leighlah shouted.
The spacer felt the sharp feeling as the rotting teeth began to bite down on his leather jacket. He pulled away in time to evade the puncture of his skin, but his jacket still tore under the dead teeth. He lost control, blacking out as the rage took control of his body. The darkside swarmed him, pulsing in a visible, palpitate force. Tendrils of it snaked around his body, cackling with electrical energy. He clenched his fists with a roar, sending the Force out in a shock wave that leveled those closest to him. He swept his arms wide, grasping many with the Force, halting them in their places. He slammed his palms together in front of him, their bodies clashed together into a sickening ball of putrid flesh. His fingers twisted, sending the ball crashing through more of the dead, shattering at last against one of the sheds.
He would have stood there forever, draining his life out, corrupting himself even further forever into darkness if the skies had not darkened with ships. The back up had arrived. Dropships and shuttles began to land, soldiers spewed out of them, helping secure the area. The entire Justice Shipping Fleet was here, here to retrieve their king.
[member="Lady Kay"]
[member="Denn Ralto"]
[member="One-Eyed Jack Varren"]