RC 212
HUNGRY HUNGRY HIPPO!
Tortuga. A space station of a thousand blasted and salvaged ships, and house of a thousand damned souls. In the darkness outside Nal Hutta her systems blinked a slow pulse into the void. On her surface, legendary stories began....
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The damp corridors of the lower levels reeked of piss and booze. Soulfire strode purposefully over gutter rats, deckhands and passed out bums as he made his way to his favorite tavern, the Drunken Freighter.It had been a while since he had been here. A small crew of his loyal pirates followed close behind, but not too close, as he wanted distance to misrepresent his vulnerability. He loved deception, and especially the thrill of the battle. But today was no battle, he was on his way to meet another Pirate such as himself. So far unmade,but he called himself, the Pirate King.
We'll see about that. Soulfire mused as he stepped over a drunken harlot, lying face down in her own vomit.
From the shadows a beggar approached, pushing in on him.
"Please sir, a coin for a-"
He was cut short as the cold blooded captain drew a single slugthrower pistol and let a round through the beggars skull with ease. Blood and bone shattered everywhere and the crack of the slug roused the alley, sending them scattering like bilge rats.
Seconds later he was at the door, and greeted with a familiar sight. The Drunken Freighter, hive of true scum and villainy...