[CoB]- The Bargains we Strike

[RC 212]

Spoiler

[member="Blackthorne"]​

[member="Myles Vylumnar"]​

[member="Benedict Rotadaria"]​

[member="Celty Ree"]​

[member="Thengil Ri'Shajirr"]​

[member="Macoda Haberon"]​

[member="Bethany Tal'verda"]​

[member="Lyra"]​

[member="Lt. Sage"]​

[member="Arthis"]​

[member="Andy Rodarch"]​

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The Ragged Derelict​

Nar Shaada​

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The Ragged Derelict was a hole in the wall Cantina on Nar Shaada. With hundreds of crews passing through each day it was the perfect cover for folks to meet and greet. this bar in particular was one Eliza had rented out with some of her earnings from the Tatooine raid.

Her Crew had been in on that, as well as Myles people.

There was a lot going on in the Underworld of the Galaxy. One such thing was a growing interest in a Coalition of Bretheren. After a few successful raids, different Crews were beginning to make a name for themselves, running into each other at port more often than not.

Eliza had s teady record of each crew, and had invited them all as well as their Captains to come under one banner. Many of them had refused, but a great many had agreed.

The problem with bringing so many crews together was the necessity of a Code or Accords. That's hat they were here to discuss.

They had to establish a Council of Captains and a Code.

Black Flag Trading Company lived off of Furs from Exocron, and Refitting, Rearming, Refuelling and Selling goods of Pirate Crews. That put her in a great position to bridge the gap between the cut throats of the Galaxy.

Currently she was posted up at a wooden table in the back. The place was small to the eye, but once inside it opened up quite a bit. There was old flags of by gone smugglers and mercs strewn across the walls. In the back was a throwing knife wall, marked with targets where some folks were betting and losing.

Pazaak tables dominated most of the front of the house, with a central bar in the middle. The bar had been bought out by Black Flag Trading Co.

The Liquor would run free tonight!

"Oy how bout a game of knives Cap'n?" One of her Echani Sun Guard asked.

Ellie grinned, swigging another sip from her massive oak tankard of beer. Then she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.

"You sure 'bout that? You know I hunted wolves for a living at one point!?"

 

[Myles Vylumnar]

I arrived late, as usual. It wasn't that I was occupied, lazy, or otherwise. It's sort of just my thing. I'd received a message from someone I'd worked with before, [member="Eliza Raxis"]. I first met her on Tatooine, but that's a story for another time. She invited me to a meeting, which as always I knew little about. But I was going anyway. Nar Shaddaa is like a second home to me, but then again I say that about Tatooine as well. This little moon sort of turned me into the man I am today, but I'm still not sure whether that's a good thing or not...

The meeting was about business. Go figure. I guessed she was trying to bring together a large sum of spacers and crews. It piqued my interest, but I was actually really curious how things would turn out. It was a good idea to bring our sorts of people together, but also a bad one. The message was spread throughout the underground, and was gaining a lot of traction. Of course, I was a bit worried that people would recognize me. After a while, my name eventually got around with the likes of the criminal underworld. It gave me a bit of pride in a way, but it also put a target on my back, especially with a few certain individuals.

Originally she invited me to be a part of her crew. Fly around, doing this and that and whatever. But ultimately I refused. I don't fly under anyone, I fly for myself. Besides, I was building up sort of a squadron of my own. At this point I was capable of hiring a decent amount of pilots, though some joined alongside me for other reasons. We were like a chain gang of sorts, but hardly anything coherent. Still, I could always count on the boys to have my back in a dogfight. Maybe someday we'd become something bigger than just a crew.

I stepped into The Ragged Derelict, which Ellie had rented out. I was by my lonesome. Never felt the need to bring anyone else to any sort of meeting, unless I really had to. Some people gave me looks, others greeted me. I almost felt welcome. I trekked through near the back, where I saw Ellie sitting surrounded by some of her people. But... wait, no... oh, no no no no no no no no-

Pazaak. Not Pazaak. I couldn't stand the game. Not after I got into the whole gambling situation, no. I swore off those damn cards a long time ago. Still, I kept my deck under the floor panels in my... No. No matter how much I could win, lose, whatever, I would never touch another deck. Ever. But then again, I was pretty good at the game...