ARRRRGGHH!!!

[The Amalgam]

Wearing: Resistance Epidermis

Armed with: Skin Shears (Purple, double bladed lightsaber)


Thus is the fall of the Red Maw Pirates.

Looting is common in the galaxy these days. From the looting of tombs, to the looting of wreckage, old labs on a thousand forgotten planets, its a dangerous, profitable way to make a living. Many a weapon or piece of gear some with a knowledge of dungeon crawling games would term, for lack of a better word, "Broken" has been recovered.

Though it is very rare, this some times extends to large warships.

Sometimes, the method of storage seems to border on irresponsibility. Other times it is delicious accident. Sometimes it is both.

But just like a certain rancher once learned when he came across a crime scene that had a giant bag of money, just because you find a giant bag of money does not mean you should take it.

And just because you happen to come across a lost shipyard, with a mint condition ancient Sith Warship from the time of Naga Sadow, does not mean you should take it.

There was so much sweet, sweet broken loot out there that there was no hope of ever securing every bauble, gauntlet, holocron, armor piece, or lightsaber. Besides, there was much sport to be had in ripping sweet, sweet broken loot like that from people. Whole industries are built on it.

But not so much for warships, especially not warships that would make for one hell of a status symbol for a certain nasty empire.

The smarter move would have been to strip mine it. Sell it off piece by piece. But the pirates, being pirates, had decided to make it their new ship, though any one of the forty prototype turbo charrics on the golden, four hundred meter long warship could have bought them ten.

The pirates, being pirates, had used it to attack weaker military vessels, slaughtering crews. With civilians it was hostages, much like the small groups of them they had put away in ancient cargo holds, awaiting spacing or payment of ransom.

Three of whom were from a certain, nasty empire.

As the pirates celebrated across the ship at another successful raid, they knew not that a beast was loose in the hold, hidden by the force, intent on reaching [member="Taeli Raaf"], and @Ravenous.

As bottle of hard liquor opened, no one knew it was the eve before their ruin...

 

[Taeli Raaf]

[member="The Amalgam"] [member="Ravenous"]

Quaffing down a tankard apiece of the pirate's special brew, the men guarding the recently taken prisoners were celebrating a job well done. The poor saps had fallen right into their trap, believing this majestic and powerful ship was ripe for the taking. Well it had been... for them! Their successes in raiding had brought scores of volunteers from the Outer Rim to the crew, swelling their ranks and making it easier to take prizes. Credits and valuables from slavers and families and governments desperate to have their people back had made every man's share that much larger.

A burp escaped the mouth of the Weequay, a little of his favorite green swill dribbling down his chin onto his tunic. Adjusting his cap, he refilled his cup and staggered to his feet. Cup in one hand, blaster in the other, he staggered away from his compatriots. The captain wouldn't be pleased, and he wasn't near drunk enough to risk the captain's anger. The prisoners were still bound, fear evident in their eyes. Leering at a couple, the Weequay took a long draught from his drink and continued along to the next cell.

The latest prisoners had been scientists, drawn by rumors of their working relic. Their ship was now salvage and scrap, torn to pieces. The Weequay frowned as he looked them over. Unlike the group from that freighter, they didn't seem worried. If anything, they seemed... bored. They were all looking at the dark haired woman sitting crossed legged at the back of the cell, her eyes closed like she was asleep. Well that wouldn't do at all, the Weequay reasoned to himself through the alcohol dulling his mind. An example needed to be made.

Brandishing his blaster, a few drops sloshing out of his cup, he shouted, "Uba ye wanya bacaka uba banag bai chateua, veatiuena!"

The woman that seemed to be the leader opened her eyes, purple in color, and regarding him with a mild amusement. He had no idea what was about to take place, and no way to know this, but the woman he was threatening with getting executed was exactly where she wanted to be. Nor did he realize that he was threatening one of the most powerful Sith in the Sith Empire.

 

[Ravenous]

Sitting outside the cell of one of the prisoners taken earlier in the week a Rodian and five of his compatriots took note of the prisoners every move. They were on the lowest levels of the brig where the most volatile prisoners were held. The sounds of partying and plunder were heard above no doubt signs of a drunken crew. Worrisome.If everyone above got drunk and fell asleep who would be watching the prisoners....Speaking of.

The Rodian leader turned his head to glance at the prisoner once more....Still nothing. He had personally taken away his demonic looking mask to reveal his hideous burnt facial features. That mask, it was strange. Looking at it gave him this erie gutting feeling like his insides were being poured out but holding it...Holding that mask was like looking into the eyes of death. Even then without the mask the prisoner wasn't even that scary.

It was then the Rodian heard the clanking of metal against metal as a heavily armored rifleman descended down into the bowels of the brig. He was holding a tray filled with some sorry excuse for food. He beared a large condensing grin on his face as he advanced on one of the only occupied cells on this level. The Rodian accepted the food and slid it through the opening in the cell door.

"Dinner Time!"

The prisoner was unmoving still rummaging about on the floor. Couldn't let that slide now could we? The Jailer equipped his blaster and fired two shots into the wall of the cell.

[member="Taeli Raaf"]​

[member="The Amalgam"]​

 

[The Amalgam]

Rinnok, a Twi'lek security guard with red skin and golden armor, found in the vast armory encased in an ancient stasis field went down the makeshift dungeon. One of the crewmen's pet gizka had gone missing. The crewmen was the navigator, so they had to give a damn.

He'd been searching for the little pest for over an hour and was none the wiser as to its location. Thing liked little treats, so he had begun leaving them out hoping to lure it out into the open. But it was not popping its head out for whatever reason. He knew it liked warm places so he had come down here, hefting a Mandalorian Assault Rifle. He'd blast the thing, say it had gone rabid. He was sick of looking for it.

Pirates don't need gizka for pets anyway! It's un-arrrgmatey-like!

Rinnok marched through dank, humid, dungeon like passages, lit only by floor running lights, ignoring the cries of prisoners trappled in filthy cargo holds. One screaming prisoner, however, made him stop during his hunt.

"It's in the cell! Something is in the cell next to us!" The Weequay prisoner screamed.

Rinnok snorted. "Alright, I'll bite, what?"

"There were five people in the cell next to me. They were...they were screaming. They aren't screaming now...but it was awful...it's still in there..." the Weequay whispered, and Rinnok somehow heard it above the roar of everything else.

Rinnok looked in the man's eyes. This was not the fear of a normal hostage.

Slowly, carefully, Rinnok aimed his rifle into the cell, shining a flashlight mounted on it in.

He recoiled at what he saw inside. The defilements performed on the victims...

He slowly backed away, and out of the corner of his eye saw the Weequay start to freak out, screaming. Everyone else who saw what the Weequay saw was quiet.

Rinnok, in horror, slowly turned around.

There was nothing there.

Knuckles now white in a deathly silent, damp dungeon with vast, wide open spaces, Rinnok darted around, aiming the overpowered rifle around.

"What is it?!" He hissed in fear. "Where is it?! WHERE IS IT?!"

Rinnok screamed, being hoisted into the air, his arms snapping. Everyone still watching went pale as they heard the screaming...

Fifteen minutes later...

Rinnok's death screams had carried throughout the entire hold, growing ever louder, more intense, more horrific.

Twelve men in heavy gear, armed with chainguns, had stormed the detention block, gargoyle statues looming over them as they each traveled as fast as they could, armed to the teeth. It didn't sound like torture. It sounded like how they sounded when you locked them in a room with the dogs you had not fed for a few days.

It never seemed to do anything but grow in pitch. The screaming was so bad that by the time they finally reached rhe general area Rinnok was said to be in, everyone was trembling under the armor, ready to spray anything with enough heavy machinegun fire anyone who got hit by the volley would have their grandchildren vomiting rounds.

"Tracking signal is still strong..." one of them said hurriedly, viewing a portable scanner

"Lifesigns?" Another asked in a whisper in his helmet's communication system.

"None." The lead answered.

"Where the hell is the screaming coming from then?" Asked the tallest one.

"Unknown."

"I knew this would happen. Like fethin' clockwork. We take a Sith Vessel, and then freaky stuff starts happening." another grumbled.

"Shut it, all of you! The screaming stopped!"

They rounded the corner, drips from the humidity of the place hitting their armor from above. The hostages, usually begging for something, were now all deathly silent.

There was no blood. Nobody, even. Just the weapon and the comlink left.

"Ask the prisoners what they saw!" The leader with the scanner growled.

"No use sir. Look at 'em..." one of the assault team pirates mentioned, flashlight in one cell.

All the hostages were standing still, everyone staring into the walls or corner. He went through as many cells as they could. But they were all doing the same thing inside. Staring at the walls, clearly horrified beyond rational thought.

The Leader felt fear-sweat on his brow as he stared.

"Sound general ship alert..." he breathed, getting more paranoid as he stared at the prisoners.

"There's something aboard with us..."


[member="Taeli Raaf"]

[member="Ravenous"]