Private Allies of Circumstance

[Drakon Teague]

Drakon was feeling good about himself. On a recent raid they'd hit a modest profit, and the map to even greater profit. Drakon had given his crew leave to celebrate. Right now he was enjoying a quiet morning after a nights celebrating, he looked around for his robe, to get dressed. As he was doing so he checked on the map.

It wasn't there.

Drakon felt an ice cold fist clench his heart. He started scrambling around the room looking for it. It wasn't there.

"Karabas! Kraken! Drosk!" Drakon swore in three different spacer speak.

Then he noticed his door was ajar. Drakon always slept with his door closed, too many wondering drunk, off their rocker pirates stumbling about the halls. Which meant someone had opened it, which meant they had sliced the lock.

There was only one crew member with the skill, to slice the lock enter into his rooms without waking him and steal the map from right under his nose.

"Oh I'll send him to the deeps to be fish food for the Kraken!" Drakon vowed.

"Ratta Smage!" Drakon roared into the caverns of the ship.

Drakon spent the next ten minutes rousing the crew trying to hunt down whatever sabaac game Ratta could be found at before he lost their prize. Unfortunately, his crew were in no shape but to mumble bleary direction

"Shaid shomthin bout the casino"

Was the closest lead Drakon managed to get from a half awake bleary Nikto.

"Which casino?" Drakon scowled.

"Fortune's Star"

"Leviathan's maw!" Drakon cursed.

Fortunes Star was a Hutt casino. Drakon's pirates were actually decent when it came to raiding, assuming they were sober, but provoking the ire of the Hutt's was both bad for business and bad for health. Not that Drakon wouldn't hesitate to do so. The only thing worse than picking a fight with the Hutts would be to back down from one. The underworld was all about reputation, if someone learned Drakon could be pushed over, then his reputation would be ruined. Still currently his crew was in no shape for a confrontation with the Hutt's security forces.

Drakon's only hope would be to get to the casino before Ratta lost their prize on a bad hand. Drakon quickly made sure he had everything, his four scattergun pistols, two cortsosis swords, wristmounted blades and his two lightsabers..

Then he was running out the door trying to make it to the casino, before all their reward was flushed down the toilet.

Braze

 

[Braze]

Tags: Drakon Teague

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Braze had been hunting the map for three miscible days across all kinds of grimy shadow ports. It was spposed to lead to an old Jedi cache hidden beneath a ruined shrine, a place pirates had begun whispering about as 'treasure'. Braze suspected something far more dangerous they could get their grubby little hands on: kyber, relics, or records that had survived beneath stone for a good reason.

His investigation had led him to Fortune's Star, a Hutt-owned casino where stolen things changed hands often enough to be expected. And tehre he found his target. It had taken only a few rounds of spotchka to convince Ratta Smage to play him in sabacc. One hand became two. Two became several. The wagers grew sweeter, stranger, and more reckless as they passed between them.

By the time Drakon arrived, it was already too late; Braze was collecting his winnings from Ratta with calm, pleased look. Credit chits disappeared into one neat stack. A silver signet ring joined them. Then came a pilfered datachip, a half-crushed packet of spice, and, at last, the folded map beneath Braze's pale fingers.

He smoothed one thumb over its worn edge and smiled faintly.

"Poor luck," he offered, soft as silk. "You should have stopped three hands ago my friend~"

 

[Drakon Teague]

"Sorry mate but I'm going to need that back" Drakon said in an almost seething whisper, pressing his wrist mounted blade up against the Echani's back. "It's nothing personal mate, but that map belongs to the Skull & Bones Pirates, and I'll be having it back thank ye very much"

As predicted, Drakon had arrived too late to stop Ratta from losing their prize in a bad hand. Drakon had been tempted to kill him with an opening salvo, but decided it would be too easy for the map to slip away in the resulting chaos.

As it was Ratta caught his eye, paled as much as a Weequay could pale at any rate, trying to slip away while Drakon's attention was on the prize.

"Ratta you take one more step and I'll hunt you down, feed you to the bog!" Drakon roared in a promise.

Ratta froze, seemed to get a considering look on his face for a moment then went for his blaster. Drakon cursed shoved the Echani out of the way, quick drew his scattergun pistol from his chest and blew Ratta away. The casino patrons scattered at the violence a few shouts and screams going up into the air as they did so.

Drakon whirled to face the Echani who had swindled his prize. drawing his two Cortosis swords as he did so. Echani could be tough customers to beat in a fight, normally Drakon would look forward to a fight with one, right then however he was much too irate.

Heh the irate Pirate.

Braze