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Post by james on Aug 8, 2007 20:23:22 GMT -5
James walked into the cargo bay, and took a seat on the catwalk over looking the cargo bay itself. He never was a fan of crowds, and when things got to hectic he always just kind of stopped. He couldn't think, he couldn't talk, he couldn't do anything anymore. Plus with the knowledge that Alora knew all about his past scared him. He knew that as long as she knew he wouldn't be able to stay anywhere near this ship. She could use it to gain leverage on him, and that wasn't something he could handle. James knew he needed to get a ship.
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Post by james on Aug 9, 2007 10:59:41 GMT -5
James quickly grew bored of the cargo bay, but didn't want to go back to the kitchen, too many new faces, too many stories. "Yup... This is it..." James stood up, and walked around the cargo bay. James was curious to what they did. Legal transport jobs where hard to come by these days, which ment they just did the little stuff, or they were always runnin from the alliance, seein as how they have a nice transport ship. Not seeing anything of interest he walked out of the cargo bay, headed for anything that could be of some interest, that wouldn't get him in trouble for snooping.
[out - common room]
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