Note: i do NOT own outlaw star or Jim Hawking. Just about every other charecter is my own. This is a Jim based fic, if you don't like it then don't read it and please no flames. I'm open to suggestions so please feel free to suggest away and yeah i know my spelling and grammar could use alittle wojk so without further delay, lets get on with the fic
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Jim walked down the crowded streets of town as he he tried despretley to get to the small shack he called home. It had been about 9 or 10 years since he, Gene and his friends had been on an adventure. Then 5 years ago Gene had died from a battle with pirates and Melfina as well. Suzuka went on as a Bounty hunter again and Aisha lived a happy life back at the Ctarl-Ctarl empire. Meanwhile Jim was left with Genes few possesions and depts. He was forced to sell the building they ran "buisness" and moved in to a small comfortable old building useing whatever money he had to pay bills and buy something for food. Useing some of Genes old gear (most of it was sold when the Outlawstar was taken away by Fred to cover any of Genes remaining depts) Jim ran a small private investigation buisness.
All the sudden changes in Jims life made things difficult and it changed him a noticeable deal. He now was much like his friend Gene; cocky, hard headed and a bit self centered but still good at heart. Ever since his adventures came to crashing halt, life was more or less boreing for the now 21 year old Jim Hawking. Every now and then a job would come around where he would see alittle action but that was rare. Most of the jobs were simple things like checking a buisness worker suspected of fraud.
It was a typical day for Jim, he finally got off the street and made it to his home/office. He flopped down in his chair in front of the small desk he kept whatever records or bills. "Why does this have to happen to me..." he thought aloud "if this keeps up i'm gonna loose this place as well". Takeing out the old caster gun Gene left him he began to fiddle with it. It ofcourse wasn't loaded and was near useless now, caster shells where more rare than ever and wiht prices as high as they were Jim couldn't afford one if he saved his salary for a few years.
"hmmmmmmm, i wonder if there will ever come a time when i need this..." he thought twirling it in his hand "not that i could use it much, with only 4 or 5 shells i couldn't put it to much use...". His attention was drawn away from the gun to a loud bang on his door and a gir burst through looking terrified. Jim didn't know it but his quite boreing life was about to do a 360....
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TW: ok thats it, i know it's short but it's the first chapter so bear with me. if i get enough good reviews then i'll post anouther chapter. well gotta go, see ya ; )
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Jim walked down the crowded streets of town as he he tried despretley to get to the small shack he called home. It had been about 9 or 10 years since he, Gene and his friends had been on an adventure. Then 5 years ago Gene had died from a battle with pirates and Melfina as well. Suzuka went on as a Bounty hunter again and Aisha lived a happy life back at the Ctarl-Ctarl empire. Meanwhile Jim was left with Genes few possesions and depts. He was forced to sell the building they ran "buisness" and moved in to a small comfortable old building useing whatever money he had to pay bills and buy something for food. Useing some of Genes old gear (most of it was sold when the Outlawstar was taken away by Fred to cover any of Genes remaining depts) Jim ran a small private investigation buisness.
All the sudden changes in Jims life made things difficult and it changed him a noticeable deal. He now was much like his friend Gene; cocky, hard headed and a bit self centered but still good at heart. Ever since his adventures came to crashing halt, life was more or less boreing for the now 21 year old Jim Hawking. Every now and then a job would come around where he would see alittle action but that was rare. Most of the jobs were simple things like checking a buisness worker suspected of fraud.
It was a typical day for Jim, he finally got off the street and made it to his home/office. He flopped down in his chair in front of the small desk he kept whatever records or bills. "Why does this have to happen to me..." he thought aloud "if this keeps up i'm gonna loose this place as well". Takeing out the old caster gun Gene left him he began to fiddle with it. It ofcourse wasn't loaded and was near useless now, caster shells where more rare than ever and wiht prices as high as they were Jim couldn't afford one if he saved his salary for a few years.
"hmmmmmmm, i wonder if there will ever come a time when i need this..." he thought twirling it in his hand "not that i could use it much, with only 4 or 5 shells i couldn't put it to much use...". His attention was drawn away from the gun to a loud bang on his door and a gir burst through looking terrified. Jim didn't know it but his quite boreing life was about to do a 360....
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TW: ok thats it, i know it's short but it's the first chapter so bear with me. if i get enough good reviews then i'll post anouther chapter. well gotta go, see ya ; )