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The Story/Bio of James Woods[Slaver's Union]
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04-11-2016, 02:27 AM,
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Chapter 7: Aftermath.




Erica grumbles in frustration as James loads the bodies into the Cryo-Statis pods. Gently grabbing his shoulders, she coaxes him away from the pods and back to the bridge, helping James sit down in the Captain’s chair. Heading back to the galley, she brings him a bottle of premium whiskey and a glass, helping him drown his sorrows. James obliges, drinking glass after glass, as his crew pilot his ship back to Malta. As she had hoped, he lost himself in the bottle, and soon, she hoped, he would lose himself in her body.

As the hours ticked by and the bottle emptied, Erica helped James up, holding onto him as he walked her to his quarters. There, they spent the remainder of their flight consorting with each other, repeatedly. James didn’t seem to care about his late wife or his children anymore, and that’s exactly the way Erica wanted it. While he was in this state, at the mercy of the alcohol and her seduction, Erica cooed in his ear.

“It’s time to let them go, Master. You need to move on, and spend your life with me. Their memory will only hurt you and hold you back.” She began. “Do it for yourself. Do it for me, Master.”

James looked at her for a moment, trying to put what little thoughts together as he could. After a moment, he reached over and pressed a button on the intercom. Calling out to his crew on the bridge, he demanded no less than four of them assemble at his quarters. Within seconds, they were standing before his door. Looking around at each other, they heard shuffling noises from inside. Suddenly, the door slides open, and a nude James stands before his crew, a nude and sweaty Erica laying on her side on the bed in the background.

The crew all turn their heads, apologizing to their Captain, before James raises his left hand to silence them. He brings the whiskey bottle to his lips with his right hand and swigs down the remainder. He drops the bottle to the floor and looks over his crew as he begins to sway. “Sir?” A loyal crewman asks. James looks to him, and after a moment simply says, “Jettison the bodies…” before pressing the button on the wall panel and closing the door.

The crew did as they were told, and without hesitation, jettisoned the bodies from the cargo hold as they passed near the sun of Tau-29, the gravity slowly pulling their bodies towards it. James slept the remainder of the trip, and half of a day docked on Malta, only to awaken to George sitting in a chair in his room, watching him. Startled, James nearly falls out of bed, but steadies himself and sits up.

“I see you’ve had a busy night.” George began. “Where are the children… And why is she already in your bed?” He asks, pointing to Erica’s sleeping body, her back turned to them. James looks over and grabs his head, struggling to remember exactly what transpired the last few days. George pulls a hand to his face and turns away as James gets out of bed and hunts for clothes. “I see you’re indisposed. I’ll wait for you on the bridge. Don’t worry about the cargo. I’ve already made all of the necessary arrangements.”

George stands up and leaves the room, leaving James to dress. As he finds his clothes, he takes the chair that George left and begins to weep. George sits patiently in a chair at a control panel, tapping his fingers. After what seems like hours, James finally comes down, Erica awake and fully dressed by his side. He takes his Captain’s chair and looks to George, tears still streaming down his face. George looks genuinely concerned and sits up.

“What happened, brother?” He asks.
“They’re all dead.” James says, his head lowering down as he sobs.
“Tell me what happened…” George says with a stronger tone.
“I found them and Nicole’s half-sister came out with a blaster. Erica saved my life and killed her. I killed Nicole, but it was too late. She already killed my children to spite me. She hung them from the towel rack be electrical cables wrapped around a chair leg.” With that, James broke down into tears and was nearly inconsolable.

George looked over to Erica, who knelt down by James’ side and began holding his hands. Erica looked over to George. Their eyes locked as George stared through her. His grey iris gave her a cold chill, but she controlled the urge to shudder. She turned her head back to James. Somehow he knew, and she hoped he would never tell.

“This is terrible news.” George begins, standing up and approaching his brother. He places a hand on James’ head to comfort him. “Don’t worry about work for a while. Stay here with your companion and rest. I’ll take care of business until you are ready.” He says, looking to Erica. As George turns to leave, Erica gets up to see him out. As she follows, she stops him at the airlock.

“You know, don’t you?” She asks. “I only did what I had to…”
“Don’t you dare tell me what you had to do, little girl.” George growls while trying to control his volume. “My brother might be a lovesick fool hypnotized by your body, but I, I assure you, am not. I will only keep this secret out of the sake of his sanity, but do not try to manipulate him, or myself. You belong to James…” He continues, turning to face her directly. He leans in and whispers to Erica, “Don’t think that I will forget that destroyed my niece and nephew, and don’t assume that I will forgive you either. You’re only still alive because of my good graces. Try anything this devious again, and I’ll throw you into the void of space personally.”

George stands upright and turns to walk away, giving Erica a final glare. She trembles with fear as he walks away, as though she had just awoken naked inside of a freezer. She presses her back against the wall and lets out a few tears, before regaining her composure and going back to James.

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The Story/Bio of James Woods[Slaver's Union] - by Slaver's Union - 04-08-2016, 04:23 AM
RE: The Story/Bio of James Woods[Slaver's Union] - by Slaver's Union - 04-09-2016, 02:40 AM
RE: The Story/Bio of James Woods[Slaver's Union] - by Slaver's Union - 04-10-2016, 02:36 AM
RE: The Story/Bio of James Woods[Slaver's Union] - by Slaver's Union - 04-10-2016, 03:35 PM
RE: The Story/Bio of James Woods[Slaver's Union] - by Slaver's Union - 04-11-2016, 01:49 AM
RE: The Story/Bio of James Woods[Slaver's Union] - by Slaver's Union - 04-11-2016, 02:03 AM
RE: The Story/Bio of James Woods[Slaver's Union] - by Slaver's Union - 04-11-2016, 02:15 AM
RE: The Story/Bio of James Woods[Slaver's Union] - by Slaver's Union - 04-11-2016, 02:27 AM
RE: The Story/Bio of James Woods[Slaver's Union] - by Slaver's Union - 04-11-2016, 02:35 AM
RE: The Story/Bio of James Woods[Slaver's Union] - by Slaver's Union - 04-11-2016, 02:40 AM

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