Pirate Lord
PROLOGUE: A Shanty With a Pirate On a Neon-lit Night
LOCATION: THE PIRATE’S MOON
TAG:
Yuri Maji
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Vara Rasha
LOCATION: THE PIRATE’S MOON
TAG:
Yuri Maji
|
Vara Rasha
“...so I wake up, blinking hard as my head feels like it’s split open. I roll over to my side and get my feet under me. I rub my eyes, but they’re bleary as hell. Then behind me, I hear this voice - sweet and kind as ye like: ‘Last night was fun, we should do it again.’ So what do I do? I grin through the pain, with bits and pieces of memory coming back slowly. I turn, and there lying in the damned sheet is a KARKIN Ugnaught.” Kjartan’s hands gestured wildly as he told the story to his two companions; the trio walking away from some old, shambling, borrowed freighter they flew into this place, but that now lay moored within a hangar docking array behind them. They walked along a platform which led to dozens of other docking arrays branching out from it to the left; a public docking bay commonplace in older stations within the Outer Rim.
Before them some 100 meters and to the right lay a branching section of the platform which led to the entrance checkpoint; the gateway to the bowels of a station that could only be described as ‘past her prime’. Rust ate away at the wall panels all around them, coupled with filth and grime along the floor and a diverse collection of sentients from all over the galaxy. Nikto, Weequay, Rodian, Theelin, Human - and near countless others were already represented by those around the trio. Other pilots, crewmen and women, dockworkers, and ‘security personnel’ (when they weren’t drinking their weight in rum) milled about the platform, all of whom engaged in their own personal conversations be it business or otherwise. Kjartan for his part, blended in well with the general populace of the Pirate’s Haven - a hideout for all manner of ne’er-do-wells in this sector of the Rim; scoundrels from all walks of life and with all manner of skillsets. What was one other Mandalorian pirate amongst other equally such unique denizens?
With Kjartan’s coaching, Yuri and Vara would blend in as well. Together, all three of them looked to be part of some misfit band of spacers walking toward the station checkpoint, on-route to enjoy what questionable comforts the station provided. He wore his usual attire - armor, with a cloak and patchwork clothes reminiscent of his older, more 'fast and loose' days. Although his story did much to sell the disguise, it was also a very real characteristic of the man. He loved a good, filthy story. “...I jump up out of bed, manhood swinging around and all as I try to find my clothes - but then slip and land on my ass before falling flat on my back in some grease or sommat. Needless to say, I can’t stand the sight of those slight creatures.” The old pirate began laughing his usual throaty, wheezy laugh that was as contagious as whatever communicable disease he probably held when this story happened. He nudged Yuri on the shoulder with a playful shove, and continued leading the way to the checkpoint.
Sure they were here on business, but by Manda - Kjartan was going to enjoy himself.
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