Private A Shanty With a Pirate On a Neon-lit Night

[Kjartan Hammer-Hand]

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PROLOGUE: A Shanty With a Pirate On a Neon-lit Night
LOCATION: THE PIRATE’S MOON
TAG: Yuri Maji | Vara Rasha​

KJARTAN HAMMER-HAND
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“...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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[Yuri Maji]

When the Hammer-hand invited the two mutts for a trip into the Outer Rim, Yuri was incredibly skeptical about his plans. All manner of ill concerns floated in his mind until a familiar station replaced the blue swirls of hyperspace. It was familiar to the Hound, he had visited the old pirate's cove on more than one occasion for one reason or another.

Luckily it wouldn't be an issue, for once in his life he kept his nose clean with those visits.

Naturally Kjartan had to lead them in with one of his outlandish tales... though Yuri couldn't help but find himself immersed in this one. A laugh barked from his maw as the broad man got to the punchline of his story, one hand tugging at Vara's shoulder with enthusiasm. "You don't wanna know half the stuff I got up to when I sent it." He remarked, regaining his composure and fixed his coat. No armour on this one, not a full suit at least. Body glove and cuirass was swapped out for a good shirt, jeans and a jacket to hide his shoulder holsters. Only his vambraces were brought along, more for utility than defensive measures.

Especially for what they were doing.

The journey helped to fix the terrible first impressions they all made when they met, and the Hammer-hand was quickly becoming more palatable for Yuri they longer they were together. But they were still there for business... at least, that was the impression. There were far better drinking holes if the plan was to get plastered.

Golden eyes scanned the area around them. There was nothing to immediately fear, but it paid to know their surroundings. "A karkin' Ugnaught, of all things..." Yuri snickered, shaking his head at the story. He had to give it to Kjartan, the story was certainly original even if Yuri thought it nonsense.

Vara Rasha Kjartan Hammer-Hand