Well... Look what I found! (Another Justice Brat)

[Neiros Starwind]

A missive went out, one that was certain to be received, given the name of the one transmitting.

As [member="James Justice"] appeared on the monitor, Neiros set into verbal action. "Alright, I know, last person you wanted to hear from, but trust me, this is worth while. You know that data-pad you.... uh.... 'received'.... from me? Yeah, I forgot to disable the transponder I'd had installed in it. Forgive me. Easy enough to deactivate once you know where to look...." He'd say, tapping a few keys on his console. "Sending you instructions on that now. But, anyways, that was besides the point. I know of your recent adventure to Hoth, because of it. I also know of the passenger you took on, and also that you were pursued...." The Rogue did not seem gloating, cocky, or mocking in any of this. In fact, what could easily be viewed as a look of concern crossed over his cold blue eyes.

"I don't quite know what possessed me to do this, but while doing a job, a good bounty. Looking for a lost kid for his parents, honest, I was scanning people, checking DNA markers. Anyways, in my searches, I found someone. A young woman. Her markers matched up to yours so karking close.... I mean.... here...." A keypress sent a file to the other Spacer, a visual side-by-side comparison of James' own DNA markers, and that of another person. "Her markers line up just right enough, that there was reason for me to suspect that she might be another of your progeny. She's here on Coruscant, and if I got the right reading on that ship that pursued you off Hoth, I believe it's in this sector of Space. Meet me at these coords, at the north-most landing pad. I'll see what I can do to give you a hand in getting that girl off this hell-hole."

Looking the spacer in the eye.... or, as best as he could given the virtual nature of their conversation, Neiros swallowed hard, trying his best to convey to this man, this man who hates the rogue so damn much, that the rogue was genuinely trying to do good. For once in his karking life, he was trying to do good. "Listen mate, I've karked up in the past.... and I'm not asking you to forgive me for my sins.... I'm just asking you to give a bastard a chance at redemption...."

 

[James Justice]

Break. Break. Break. Crush every bone in his body. Make him wish he had never been born. Send him spiraling down a stairway of--

No. Despite every fiber of his being saying otherwise, he had to have mercy. It was what his fallen wife would have wanted. He had a feeling she was the one telling him, reaching out from the grave every time he wanted to crush skulls lately. Perhaps she had even told Kay to stop him. He didn't know. He wasn't one of those saber-jokeys who knew a karking lot of the force. Then again--if he hadn't been give a second chance, the Force alone knew where he would be right now. Dead, or worse.

He took in a deep breath and pinched the bridge of his nose, suppressing the anger rolling off him like waves. Besides, if he was going to be a good dad for Brookie, and if he was even remotely right and James had a chance of having another child, he had to.

Looking up the spacer's anger-hardened eyes glistened, he pointed at the screen, his words punching the air like fists themselves, "If ye even think about double crossing me, I will make ye wish ye had never been born." He switched the comm off, he had nothing more to say.

A few moments later the Lost Angel cut a stark line down to the meeting point. Reed stayed on the guns, ready for anything as James stormed down the platform, DeathHammer in hand. He was ready for anything that was coming--or so he thought.

[member="Neiros Starwind"]

 

[Neiros Starwind]

Waiting on the platform, Neiros had his P.A.V. slung over his shoulder, the energy cell in one hand, obviously dropping it into a pocket for the Spacer descending the ramp to see. In his other hand, a pair of transponders. Holding them out in each open palm as James approached, the rogue spoke quickly before [member="James Justice"] could angrily verbally bowl him over. "Firstly, yet another of my peace offerings to you. This wasn't easy to pull off, but I've programmed these two little beauties to 'mask' our ships signatures, feeding out misleading information. This one..." he'd say, motioning towards the one in his left palm, "Will show, when active, you ship, to any seeking it. I'll be installing it onto my ship before leaving Coruscant, to hopefully lure your.... 'acquaintance' that may, or may not be, tailing you off world.... And this one...." He'd motion to the one in his right palm. "Will cause your ship to read as though it were my own. Thus, letting me be the bait-rabbit, luring the hunter away. There only good for a 24 hour cycle before the program will cancel itself. I figured you should be fine finding her and dusting off in that kind of a window."

A weak smile would be offered, as he extended the device in his right palm. "No tricks. None towards you or your own. No tracker, nothing. Just a simple temporary signal rewrite. I was serious when I said I'm trying to make good. Trying to clear off some of the red in my book." When the spacer, likely with great reluctance, takes the transponder, Neiros would continue with the more prevalent information. "A Cantina, call Garnal's Lounge, in the 'nice' side of Sector seven's undercity, is where she works. Singing mostly. She's there now. Shouldn't take more than fifteen minutes after you take the turbolift down to level twenty two."

 

[James Justice]

James snatched the tech from his less-than-noble associate, skeptically turned it over in his hand. Yes, he had remembered using one of these a long long time ago--or something similar. But he was only a boy then. It had been too long since he had seen it to know really much of anything. All the same he stowed it in his jacket pocket with a gruff nod. There was no tracer, he could see that, and it was enough for him.

Was this guy doing this for the right reason? He didn't know. He hoped so, as much for the scoundrel's sake as his own.

Without warning he shoved the man against the wall, his hot breath shooting out in jets on the man's skin.

"Listen, punk," James snarled, "That is no mere fething anything. The Prosecutor is a nightmare. No matter how fast ye run, how far ye go, how long ye hide, or how hard ye fight, it will always be one step ahead of ye--and right behind ye. If ye survive and if this is real," his face released its tension, "then I will thank ye and personally help ye get out from its fething crosshairs. Until then ye better pray to ye gods it doesn't catch ye."

He released the man's jacket and stormed off. His legs were weak, not from the rage spell or fear that this would be wrong, but fear that this would be right. True, this path would have taken 15 minutes if he was walking. He was there in eight. The lounge was truly a hell hole, one that he was used to. The type he had grown up in like she had. He shook himself, his skeptiscism taking another shot over himself before he stepped into the seedy building. He disappeared among the patrons, a skill the spacer picked up along life. Just to be safe, his DeathHammer's safety was off as he made his way towards a good vantage point.

[member="Neiros Starwind"]

 

[Neiros Starwind]

Neiros didn't fight back at all when slammed against the wall, taking the bruising in stride. He knew, had this exchange happened before the hell he witnessed that witch put that kid through.... He'd have blasted James as soon as his back had turned. But, eyes opened to the reality of himself slowly turning into those he hated, Neiros welcomed the momentary pain. If it got him that much closer to easing his mind, and cleansing his soul a little, he'll take the hits. He'll take the aches. As soon as the spacer moved off, the rogue rushed to his own ship. A nod to his crew, smirking slightly as his sniper visibly eased seeing the captain in one piece. "Alright boys. Dust off.... Stay in high orbit, as soon as we see the Angel's 'designation' change on screen, we're activating our transponder and getting the kark gone."

Hopefully.... this will be easy.... Hopefully, they'll all make it out of this alive....


Hopefully....

[member="James Justice"] | [member="Jessica Justice"]

 

[Jessica Justice]

She didn't see the new patron come in, skulking among the other patrons of the seedy lounge. She didn't really care. She knew what she was doing, what she was good at. She wanted their eyes on her, their attention on her. She willed it, and they alcohol addled fools gladly complied. Her voice, covering the gamut of husky and sultry, to high, rich, and bold, her ballad about lovers lost, and hearts broken, sweet revenge, and the like would enrapture the audience. Weaving her pheromones through the air like a invisible cloud, her intuitive, and mostly accidental, use of the Force aided in the dispersal, everyone feeling more inclined to watch, to listen, and to yearn. At the end of her set, credits were rapidly collected, being tossed into a hat being carted around by a service droid rolling about the cantina.

Taking a bow, and blowing a kiss, the young woman would descend from the stage, heading towards the bar. She'd worked the earlier serving shift, and had been singing on and off for about two hours now. It was time for another break. The red gown she wore shimmered, sparkled, and seemed to move on it's own as she walked, definitely not failing in aiding her natural abilities of attention garnering. Taking a cautious seat at the bar, one leg hooking over the other at the knee, she'd ask for a drink. "Reactor Core. No ice." Her voice carried over the musical quality she sang with, her demand being pleasant while not actually being polite.

[member="James Justice"]

 

[James Justice]

James had a poker face that would have shamed most "professionals."

Even then it was hard to hide his surprise. The resemblance was so uncanny it was beyond anything he could have otherwise dreamed. Her voice was like his. Even her drink she ordered was--the same one. He was almost taken in. Almost. His skepticism was still there enough to require one last verification.

He came closer, casual dripping all over him. His skills of persuasion were not only the type to hold strong over business but making others feel he was just passing by. He sidled up to the bar beside her and slapped for a drink, 'Same here, and keep em coming."

He would need a lot of artificial courage to get this done with. He downed the first drink in one pass. The bartender gave him a dubious look.

"Another," James ordered, the drink was gone the moment it hit the counter, "Another."

"I need pay--"

James tossed a high denomination credit chip toward the man, who quickly obeyed. James nursed this one a moment before downing it, "Another."

It was his liver, the bartender thought as he served the fifth drink. James held it in his hand as he lit up a cigarette and offered another to her. This would be the test, he thought, if she picked the Reds on the right side, there was no denying she was his offspring. If she chose the cheep knock off on the left--then that son of a gun was dead.

"Name's Captain James," he said with a winning smile, huffing a billow of smoke, "James Justice."

[member="Jessica Justice"]

 

[Jessica Justice]

Jessica smirked at first when the man approached and ordered her poison of choice. But that smirk faded into an appreciative look of surprise when he swiftly downed a salvo that she'd do if she didn't hold a significant lack of trust for ninety-five percent of the males in the establishment. "Not bad..." She'd mutter, eyes lighting up slightly as the credit chip flew. He said he was a captain.... interesting.... A captain with some money.... James Justice.... Why did that name.... Whatever....

She'd elevate a fine eyebrow as he offered her a smoke. She'd reach out a delicate hand, smiling coyly. She'd start to draw out one of the cheap ones, though she'd manage to suppress a grimace when she saw the quality of the one pinched between her fingers. Sliding it back carefully, her eyes would light up, almost hungrily, at the sight of the reds on the other end of the box. Taking one of those ones out of the box, she'd smile all the more, full lips splitting over flawless pearly whites. "So... Captain, do ye have a light?"

[member="James Justice"]

 

[James Justice]

James hid his surprise in a vapor of smoke. Reds were a rare favorite, most humanoids in the galaxy despised the stinging, strange leaf. Its tobacco was designed to smell as exotic and blissful for those around as it was for the smoker. That was why he liked it--and because his dad smoked them too.

The fact that his potential daughter was hitting on him triggered a--strange reaction from himself. He felt a combination of repulsion and rage. Repulsion because if she was his offspring then her flirting with him triggered all manner of biological backfires in his mind. Rage because he had a feeling he wouldn't have been the first. Why did that matter? He just met her. He had no clue who she was, and she knew less about him. Then again when he saw Brookie, his sweet princess, all manner of protective rage flamed into his soul and he knew he would do anything to take care of her. It was the same thing here, he realized. Holy feth, this is my daughter.

He gave a wink and produced his classic lighter. It had cost him a fortune, or rather the woman who had bought it for him had spent a fortune on the product. He kept it, even though her name had passed from his memory so long ago, just like she had. It was a damn good lighter, no sense in wasting it.

"I believe ye will find that I am a master of many things," he said his aura sending out and making things somewhat more co-operative. The drinks had liberated his hold on the Force, giving him a stronger mastery of it than when sober. That was the normal case for him, of course, and one of the reasons he unknowingly felt so much more at home drunk than sober, "Ye got a name angel? Or are ye just a hallucination?"

He took another pull from his cigarette while she replied. A very long pull that he let stay in his lungs a moment longer than normal. The thicker smoke hazed out in a heavy cloud that nearly resembled smog--or fog.

"I be looking for someone," he said gesturing with his cigarette. "Firrerreo chick, name's Destina Lynx. Bright blonde and black hair, five-seven, gorgeous blue eyes, hour glass figure," he said describing how the Fierreo chick he had been with looked what was it--sixteen years ago? James had been so young then, but it was the only explanation that made sense. Desetina had been the only one James had both picked up on Trip Zip and set down back on the city-planet. Their stint had lasted a week, maybe two. That was before he met Leighlah. Before his widowhood. He pressed his lips together. Not now. Focus.

[member="Jessica Justice"]

 

[Jessica Justice]

The cigarette was brought to her full lips, as she managed to mask her marvel at the lighter in his hand. A relatively simple device, it's craftsmanship made it more akin to a work of art, than a simple tool. A couple of tentative puffs, the tip in his flame, and then a long, smooth drag as she sat back, savoring the burn as the toxic fumes filled her lungs. She let a plume of smoke wreath her, mingling with his own, and just all in all creating a semi-impermeable fog of smoke around the two of them.

"Jessica. It's all I got, but it's all mine." The young woman said, giving a winning smile before drawing again on her cigarette. She'd gesture to the barman for another drink, but her hand froze as she reached for it. Her cigarette fell from her lips, and her free hand barely managed to grab it as it fell, the red-hot cherry burning her hand momentarily before she shifted it around to a pinch-grip between her fingers. The name he spoke. Her eyes went wide, as she stared at him. "That's.... That's me.... me mum...."

Then it all started to piece together. Why his name seemed so familiar. "Oh gods...." She'd heard his name when she was a child. "Me.... me mum... told me.... ye...." She felt ill. She focused on the burn on her hand, which was already starting to slowly, oh so slowly, though significantly faster than any other near-human's ability to do so, heal right before their eyes. "Are ye.... Are ye me.... da?" She'd ask, those blue eyes, the same blue eyes as her mothers, the same blue eyes as Desetina's, stared in a mixture of awe and horror at James.

[member=James Justice]

 

[James Justice]

Well that escalated.... quickly. And for the first time in his life James felt embarrassment for being--well what he was. He shifted in his seat uneasily, dabbing a few ashes from his light. He didn't know how to go through with this. With Broookie it had been easy, just a matter of a hug, a few words and all was well. But she was a sweet girl, willing to over look his gross flaws. His many many flaws he knew he had; tobacco, smuggling, piracy, laundering, drug dealing, gun running, the list went on, he told her all of it and she had just blinked before saying 'I love you dad.'

He had a feeling that things wouldn't be this easy. James ran his fingers through his hair, searching for what to say. What was there to say? I missed out on the first sixteen years, how about we go throw the ball around--or whatever it was that girls did these days. He explained as best he could in brevity his meeting with Neiros. Which, he realized sounded as fool hearty as any.

"The timing matches, the dee-nay-'ay matches," he said at last with a hesitant shrug, "I--I," he pursed his lips and gave a sweeping gesture with his arm, "I know how sucky it tis. Me mum wasn't there either. She skipped out on me when I were born, but to be fair, I dun't even know ye were livin'. Destina han't told me ye were alive or I swear I woulda raised ye proper, I," he knew he was drowning, failing, flailing but he was trying damn it.

"I wanna give ye a chance, I know I can't turn back time, I wish I could," he said at last, "but I can give ye a chance now. A chance to know me. To know ye. To be given a life and not have to do this every night in this hell hole."

[member="Jessica Justice"]

 

[Jessica Justice]

Her mind raced, piecing everything together. It did make sense. Her mother did talk about James all the time, and this man, he did look just like the image her mother had... just, aged. Aged well, so hope seemed to side with her on that end, that she'd age well too. "Give me a chance ye say? A chance off this pit?" She'd say, taking a long drag of her cigarette, gesturing to the cantina with her free hand. "Ye think I want out of this life?" She asked, feigning indignation.

Garnal the Rodian hollared at the girl, "Oy! You're still on the clock, and flirting with spacers aren't making me any money brat!" This caused an involuntary twitch of the young woman's right eye. A brief moment her mask slipped, revealing a very '[member=James Justice]'-like fury, before she'd re-hitch her sweet, airy smile back onto her face. "Give me, just one moment...." Jessica said sweetly. Perhaps, just a little too sweetly. To anyone else, it'd seem like she just needed to go discuss something. But the experienced spacer would likely be able to tell something serious was about to happen.

Striding with a slight sway to her hips, the young woman walked over to Garnal, and delicately let her fingers walk up his arm, across his shoulders, and eventually around to the back of his head, as her dulcet voice crooned to him. "Dear dear Gar.... Remember how I told ye I'd gladly work for ye?" She'd say, a sweet smile on her face. Confusion showed plainly on the Rodian's face. Her tone and her words didn't quite match right. In one swift motion, her grip on his head tightened, and a sudden pull, using the enhanced strength of her Firrerrian genetics, she bounced the aliens head with great force off his own bartop. Falling away, consciousness fleeing him, the young woman ran into the back to fetch her bag. Hollars, hoots, and laughter broke out around the cantina. All the patrons came for her, not Garnal. Scampering out, back with most of her worldly possession, all the important ones, slung over her shoulder in her bag, the woman yelled to everyone else in the cantina. "Garnal says drinks are on the house boys!"

Turning those mischievous blue eyes to James, a smirk playing across those full lips, the young woman spoke softly to the spacer. "So then, da, when do we leave? I have reason to believe me employment be terminated." She'd say, a laughter on her lips, as she downed her previously untouched Reactor Core.

 

[James Justice]

James watched with a sense of shock and strangely, approval. The spacer supposed he was more shocked that he approved than that she had done that. All doubt had been washed away. Yes, this was his daughter. Smiling one minute, seducing, then--well, she hadn't killed him. James resisted the urge to shoot the man dead in his own spit. The spacer downed his own drink and grabbed one more for the road. It was on the house after all, right?

"We leave now," he said guiding her out the door.

What would a dad do, he wondered as they walked down the street. He had no clue, it had never come up. And, well he wasn't about to push his luck so he didn't dare touch her. He knew what he would do, and he had a feeling she would have done similar. They came at last to the Lost Angel. The ship had been given blue pristine highlights to accentuate its lethality and sweet beauty. He would give her one of his fighters, he thought, it was only fair, he had given Brookie one too. He climbed up the ramp into the small living quarters. It was designed for James plus one; a romantic plus one, but it was the most lavish money could buy. A fully stocked wet bar stood in one corner, food next to it, bed in another corner, and a door on the left and right walls. One led to the cargo hold, the other led to the cockpit and the refresher.

Reed peeked his head around the hall and gave a curious and saucy greeting.

"Shuddup, she's my daughter," he said moving to the cockpit, "Make yeself at home, sweetheart. This be my home, the Lost Angel."

A few moments later the deck began to vibrate softly with the hum of engines coming online. James leaned over the console, running the last preflight checks and garnering his clearance under the name 'The Runner.' He loved his connections to the Black Tie Syndicate. So many benefits.

[member="Jessica Justice"]

 

[Jessica Justice]

A low whistle escaped her lips at the sight of the ship. "Well, damn. Ye must be doin' well enough, having ye own ship an all." She'd state, chuckling as they entered up the ramp. Then, she found it hard to not full restrain her girlish glee at the droid, before erupting with laughter, a slight snort sneaking out during the exposition, in response to the droids comment. "Ye are a scoundrel, aren't ye?" Jessica would say, eyeing the man she is growing more and more convinced was her father. So many characteristics, she saw so much of herself in his mannerisms.... Or, would it really be she saw so much of him in her mannerisms? Semantics.

After tossing her bag onto the bed, choosing to politely not consider what 'status' of 'sanitation' it was in, the young woman sauntered into the bridge of the freighter, taking up the co-pilots seat. She'd politely fold her hands in her lap, as one leg crossed the other. "Well, perhaps someday ye can teach me all the thingy-mah-jiggers and doo-dads that make these big mechanical beasts go, eh da?" She'd said it this time, less sarcastically. Calling him her da, her father, started seeming a little more.... natural.... the more she said it. It shouldn't be too hard, right? To accept the man? Perhaps....

"So, smoking allowed on the bridge, Cap'n Da?" She'd say, a playful teasing smile on her face. She'd definitely need to procure some of those Reds for herself. Definitely better than her normal smokes.

[member=James Justice]

 

[James Justice]

James smiled and began pulling back on the throttle, the skyline arced back and they entered atmosphere in a matter of seconds. The Angel handled like a charm, to say the least. If she thought this was great, he could only imagine her reaction at the next bit of info.

"I have three more just like this one," he said with a wink. "Plus a yacht, and that be just the 'Angel fleet," he chuckled as he dug for another carton of cigarettes from his jacket pocket, "Then there be the King Fleet, and the Company Fleet, which have over four hundred ships."

He tossed the carton at her, "Just space em out, darling. Don't want ye to be like ye old man here. Wheezy and, well," he shrugged, "bad habits are me specialty. I'll be teaching ye all I know, everything."

He blinked as the atmosphere gave way to space. If he was going to start giving away information, he might as well bear it all. Here, and now. Get the hard stuff out of the way. His hand delicately reached out and touched her forearm. The Angel was out on its way to the safe vector distance for hyperspace jump, he had time.

"Love, I might as well tell ye know," he began, "A few days ago I were contacted again. By," he swallowed, "ye have a sister. Three years younger. I dun't know she existed until," he winced, he had to be the worst dad in history. Worst father ever, but he had to try. They deserved that much. No, they deserved so much better, "until she got in contact with me. I sent out a bounty for any others who might be me offspring under an alias. That was how, that was how he found ye."

He blinked. Way to go, James. Way to go. He rubbed his face, relinquishing his touch on his daughter, "I am sorry, I'm sorry."

[member="Jessica Justice"]

 

[Jessica Justice]

She smirked as the pack landed in her hands. A flick of the wrist just so, and one from the pack popped up from the others. Wrapping her full lips around the cigarette, she'd slowly pull it free. After lighting, and drawing the first sweet, burning drag, she'd let a plum of smoke fly, before speaking her awe. "Three more? Wow. I be assume this beaut here be ye favorite, eh?" Jess would give an almost musical laugh, before drawing again on the cigarette perched between her fingers.

Then his hand was on her forearm. She managed to still the reactive flinch, instead having what would feel like a muscle spasm twitch her forearm once under his hand. Her eyes darted once to his hand then back to him. She did trust this man, feeling something strong within him calling to her. She had to believe he was right about being her father. Or else she'd be in a lot of karking trouble, out in space with a stranger. But then, he mentioned a- "Sister? Ye tellin me... No, you're right, it'd make sense, what me mum told me about ye...." She'd manage a smile, trying to lighten the mood. He seemed to be beating himself over something. "Ye do what ye like, which was always something I always tried to do meself. Life be too short, so enjoy what you do, or why bother with it at all."

"I don't be judging ye for ye past. I can only judge ye for ye present, and for ye future. So, buck up! We're on a trip, let it not be a droll one!" She'd cheer, a cloud of smoke, and the Force rolling off her in waves, permeating the bridge with positive energy and good vibes. The droid would whistle and beep cheerfully along with her. "Yeah! He's got the gist of it!" A winning grin cutting across her face, as she looked her father in the eye. "So no more beating yeself up for things ye done. Ye can't change 'em anyway. So focus on the here and now, cause you can change future bads, before they become the past!" It made sense to her, but she was a silly young thing, what did she know.

[member=James Justice]

 

[James Justice]

James nodded. She was right, he buried the feelings of regret down inside, the best he could do to forget them. He grabbed a bottle of Ale from beside his chair and bit the lid off, spitting it across the room before chugging a quarter of it. Ah, nature's forget-it-magic liquid. Never failed. He handed it off to her for her to drink--and to free his hands.

They fished the device from his pocket that the scoundrel had given him before. The spacer tapped in a few buttons and watched it light up.

"I hope ye know what ye are doing," he muttered setting it down. The he thought about taking the bottle back, and decided against it, 'Reed, another!"

The astromech droid gave a sour reply. James gave him a crude gesture, "Yeah, up ye's too."

Then he pointed to a switch on the center of the dash. If she was gonna learn, she had to start sometime how to operate this thing, "Aye, this been my favorite since I won it in an auction. Swept em all up. That right there be the switch for the hyperdrive. We make .5--and that be fast. Flip it and we be on our way to home away from home. LC-2," he smirked, "Shadow port. I own it. Safest in the galaxy and the most secretive."

When his daughter did so, the stars began to streak by in lovely blue lines. James waved his cigarette'd hand at the viewport, "It'd it lovely? Thousands of thousands of stars by us every second. Thousands and thousands, each with billions and billions of people on em. And here we are, runnin' by em like they are all standing still and stupid-like," he shook his head in awe. It was the closest he came to poetry, "Its 'mazing when ye think about it."

Reed came back with a saucy reply, alcohol in hand. James snatched it away and gave the droid a sour look, "No, I ain't sorry, ye sorry rust-bucket."

[member="Jessica Justice"]

 

[Ryn'Dhal]

(OOC: [member=Thurion Heavenshield] I karked up, posted under wrong sub-account, think you could delete this for me mate?)

 

[Jessica Justice]

"He means it with love!" The young woman called out after the droid, grinning to the captain. Captain Da. She giggled to herself, considering that her official title for him. She'd had already given a hearty pull from the bottle, every bit her fathers daughter, and a long drag from the cigarette. She too, was oddly a little sharper, in some regards, while thoroughly intoxicated. So, following his guidance, she'd reach out, and trigger the jump into Hyperspace. "Stellar...." She'd whisper, the stars blitzing by in what, visually, seemed like one would assume rain looks when laying on ones back staring at the sky. Being a child of the undercity though, she never saw such a thing before, but she'd figured it'd be something like this.

She marveled at the sight, and listened, adequately awed, to her fathers musing. "When ye word it such, it makes what I be seein that much more.... amazing!" She'd look back to this man. This amazing man. And he claims he's her father. Well, even if there were a chance it wasn't true, this girl wasn't about to pass up such a great opportunity! To learn from, and likely get doted upon by, this man.... Well, what kind of fool would she be? A karking huge one!

"To me new future, and me new-found Da!" Jess offered as a toast, boisterously, a beautiful laugh on those lips. Bottles would clink, and drink was drank, as the duo screamed through hyperspace to their destination!

James Justice | Neiros Starwind

 

[Neiros Starwind]

Watching the monitor, he saw the Angel's name change, into the numerical designation of his ship. Nodding, his fingers danced across the surface of his twin to James' own transponder, slapping it into place once active. As his ships designation vanished off his screen, he smirked as his ship now showed as the Angel. "Alright boys, time to make the jump. I want us three systems away, last week!"

His clone-troops at their stations, monitoring traffic, and various systems of the ship itself, as space bent around them, conventional space giving way to Hyperspace. Stars blitzed by at an alarming rate, as he fled. Hopefully that enemy, that villain hunting James, will give chase to the wrong quarry. Hopefully, they'll also be able to outrun him.

Hopefully.

[member=James Justice]

~End~