Dear Jamie

[RC 212]

Location: Tortuga Station
Crew PC: [member="Culver Yardley"] , [member="Norjung Ordo"]
Parties Concerned: [member="Jamie Pyne"] [member="Aedan Miles"]
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From across the stars as Katarine and her crew reveled in abrs and brothels, and generally blasted through their newfound fortune, she was already preparing her next move. An Action IV added to the fleet, a ton of money in the war chest and a good rep was the order of the day.

Thing was Jamie Pyne the Queen of Naboo likely had no idea where the ship had gone, or that one of her Captains, one Drav Antilles was MIA.

She opened a holo file, and began to broadcast over the holonet to the Naboo Royal Palace.

"Dear Jamie Pyne, Queen of Naboo. Heya, Captain Falcon here. You might not know me and that's ok. thing is I raided your shipping lanes and I got a ship and one of your Captains out of it. Most of the crew either surrendered or well..... lets say they are enjoying a deep freeze right about now."

She took another swig from a flask and then slid it back on her belt. The purple haired woman continued.

"You won't be receiving the ship back, but maybe you can get Cap'n Antilles back. Price is gonna be fifteen of those sweet N1-Starfighters Naboo Royal Engineering has been rocking. Send em to the dead drop point in the enclosed coordinates, and tell us where you'd like us to drop him off."

She paused and then sent a pic with a time stamp of today. Proof of life

"You got like....24 hours to decide. Otherwise I'm gonna hand him over to some Trandoshan folks and cut my losses. They'll be happy to introduce him to the world of Spice Mining and misery. Cheers!"

She cut the connection....

 

[Jamie Pyne]

Naboo
Theed Palace
Advisory Room

"Ma'am. A public broadcast was received earlier this morning. It's rather crude, and the signal is unstable. They were in a bit of a hurry it seems, but we've cleaned up what we could to make it understandable. From the looks of it, it seems to be a small pirate band poaching ships along the trade routes." Guthran's voice was soft as he spoke, careful with his words. The woman seated herself without a word and gave the man a nod. The Jedi Knight played the Holo for Jamie, and the blonde sat quietly as the message played within the chamber. A brow raised at hearing the ransom demand, and she simultaneously cast her gaze briefly to Guthran, who seemed equally perplexed by the demand.

When finally the message ended Jamie's face contorted into a mixture of confusion. "Fifteen N-1 Starfighters? Who is this Captain Antilles, Guthran?" She asked, curiously. She hadn't heard the name before. "Civilian trade merchant, ma'am. Crew migrated to Naboo four years ago. Originally from Coruscant. Here, see for yourself." The man extrapolated the photos of the crew and manifest on the screen before them. The ship and crew were registered and scheduled for arrival three days from now. "And what of the status of the crew?" She asked. "No word, ma'am. Presumed dead."

"Fifteen starfighters for the release of one man? After the murder of his crew and the raiding of his cargo and ship? What kind of bargain do they expect to receive?"

The Jedi shrugged. The question was rhetorical.

"I still have that contact from Helix we can leverage. Brought [member="Vrak Nashar"] to justice. I trust them well enough. Dispatch a message to [member="Tytos Ardik"] and offer them up a bounty to retrieve Antilles. Provide him the coordinates and tell him I prefer if they stand trial, but if necessary, neutralize the pirates." The Jedi Knight nodded, with some hesitation, "As you wish, my lady."

As the leader of the Royal Jedi Knights stepped out the Queen relayed a message meant for the pirate leader, some 'Captain Falcon' -- Likely some silly self given name. The message was brief.

Theed Palace
Office of Her Majesty

Captain Falcon, your demands will be met. Ensure the safety of Captain Antilles and the starfighters will arrive at the listed coordinates in three days time. I expect the man to be in good health upon our arrival. This exchange will be brief.

Jamie Pyne
Queen of Naboo

The blonde sent the message on its way, though in reality no N-1 starfighters would be arriving for an exchange, and then called for her half-sibling, [member="Mariya Pyne"]. The girl was younger, but far more capable than Jamie when it came to matters involving space and piloting. It was brief and direct:

"I need you to prepare the 588th. They may be needed in the system shortly. We have a potential situation growing."

[member="Katarine Falcon"] [member="Culver Yardley"] [member="Norjung Ordo"]

 

[RC 212]

Location: Tortuga Station
Crew PC: [member="Culver Yardley"] , [member="Norjung Ordo "]
Parties Concerned: [member="Jamie Pyne"] [member="Aedan Miles"] [member="Kur"]

She received her reply message and grinned. It was a devilish grin. She'd been watching the Shipping lanes above Naboo. Unsure about what capabilities they had she'd be having a proxy make the drop, whilst they watched, disguised as a Merchant Ship with fake IFF tags, whether or not she scrambled forces. Things were moving quickly now, at a pace faster than her or the crew were used to.

"Yardley, contact [member="Kur"] and see if the Dozen would like to come and play for pay. Six Platinum bars each precisely. Also reach out to [member="Aedan Miles"] and see about getting us some reinforcements."

"Norjung, you follow Yardley. Rothgar, rearm and refit the weapons on the Crimson Maw, as well as prep the Prisoner to load onto the Action IV."

She had plans greater than just the exchange of this Captain Antilles, whom she cared not if he lived or died.

"Ya'll got like," She glanced at her chrono, "Two hours."

Theed probably had some nice treasures and artifacts....

And that'd decorate her ship very nicely!

 

[Culver Yardley]

[member="Katarine Falcon"] | [member="Norjung Ordo "]| [member="Jamie Pyne"]

Culver received his orders and began his way to transmit a message to Kur. He looked at Norjung and said...

"You go contact [member="Aedan Miles"], recontact me when you receive a reply."

Culver walked towards a private room and opened a communication channel to Kur's HQ.

 

[Norjung Ordo]

[member="Culver Yardley"] [member="Katarine Falcon"] [member="Aedan Miles"] [member="Jamie Pyne"]

Location: Tortuga Station

​The brute looked at the captain nodding his head, "Yes captain. " ​, his voice was deep, even for his race. The Shorack then followed the armored human. He thought of how the captain handled things , her confidence was encouraging, and she would certainly need it in the coming battle.The Bladesman needed adventure, he needed a challenge. Raiding like this , the Captian Falcon would eventually need to tell the crew the plan. He was an average pilot, and was good at fighting up close, when he was a hitman for the Hutt Cartel. This would come in handy, should they need him to power through groups of enemies at close range.

After awhile of deep thought, the mandalorian peered his head toward Culver , who had told him to contact Aedan Miles, the famed Pirate King. ​"What should the message be?" ​, he inquired from his fellow crewmate. If Aedan was going to be involved, more was on the line and at stake then believed. He grinned, underneath his T-visor Helmet. There would be some action, action Norjung desperately needed. The warrior waited eagerly for a response, before making his next decision, his eyes locked waiting for guidance on the message.

 

[Culver Yardley]

[member="Norjung Ordo"] [member="Katarine Falcon"] [member="Jamie Pyne"]

Culver was already infuriated for having to make calls for help before fighting, so when he spoke to Norjung, he used an annoyed tone...

"Come on Norjung! It is just a message! Just tell them Katarine is requesting reinforcements and tell him about our situation! Remember he is a pirate king so just make sure to present respects. You are a Mandalorian, a warrior, it should be fine for you."

To be honest, Culver purposely chose the option to send a message to Kur because he didn't want the risk of upsetting the pirate king.

After finishing sending a contract request to Kur and his mercenaries, Culver stood up from the holotable and headed right outside of the room Norjung was sending the message. After Norjung would finish, Culver would report back to Katarine with Norjung.

 

[Norjung Ordo]

[member="Culver Yardley"] [member="Aedan Miles"]

Turning on his Holonet, Norjung quickly dialed the ID for the pirate king. The towering brute stood in his armor saying deeply, "Aedan Miles, you are regarded as the King of Intergalactic pirates. Captain Falcon, invites you to raid with her. We will be raiding Naboo, there are plenty of riches to be had. Good Hunting." , the message was well delivered as asked. The mandalorian had thought about decking Culver for his attitude had he not been ordered by the captain to follow his orders. His T-Visor helmet peered at his fellow crew mate, "The message is finished, do we get to kill the prisoners yet? Lets report back to Captain Falcon " , the Shorak was brutish,strong, but loyal. Norjung preferred violence in these situations , over keeping possible liabilities onboard. However this crew was like his family, his vod, he had their back in this plan.

He looked at his friend, "Im with you guys on the plan, but I think the hostage might be a liability." , the Bladesman believed in speaking his mind. His tough personality made him a good warrior,and while his advice may be ignored. The warrior had to speak his mind, his voice was strong, and glared through his helmet. "What if they have a trap of their own ?" , making his way to the captain, he waited to see what Culver would say.

 

[Ugoto Chivaro]

FORT AMARANTH

Ji Shun, loyal Weequay and head of the Helix Syndicate's security operations, marched after Tytos Ardik as he made his way through Fort Amaranth's labyrinthine hallways. Tytos had just finished delegating a number of high-priority tasks to various other members of the Syndicate's executive division. "This isn't a good idea," he said, as he had said several times during this walk out of the meeting room.

"Her Majesty the Queen has requested our involvement," Tytos said, flatly, as he had done several times already. This was getting very repetitive. "So we will get involved, and we will resolve the situation for her."

"There are better uses of our time and resources, aren't there? And if you go out there..."

If Ji Shun was using the ol' 'time and resources' routine, clearly he must have been desperate to put a stop to this. Tytos could not imagine why, he was hardly asking anything much of the Weequay. "Her Majesty the Queen will receive an invoice for our services, pending successful retrieval of Captain Antilles."

Eventually both men found their way to the primary turbolift. Tytos thumbed the down button and waited for the lift to arrive. Currying favor with Naboo was very important. Not every government could be put in your pocket, some were better to have as friends. Tytos did not know when he would need to call on a favor from the Naboo, but it was a worthwhile thing to have in his pocket. Maybe a place to lie low in exile, maybe a pardon for a pending execution. The possibilities were endless. Ji Shun did not understand that, of course.

It's not like this would be particularly time-consuming. He had not asked for much: Felix would track down that transmission's point of origin, Miss Doresh would see about acquiring some specially modified N1 Starfighters for the drop. The Naboo were adamant in not providing anything, so the Syndicate would have to make due with sending their own. Ji Shun had the easy job comparatively, just arranging transportation. But that was easier said than done. No one knew much about what sort of heat the pirates were packing in terms of fleet power, save that it was enough to bully small merchant vessels and evade detection by the Galactic Alliance.

Could have been anything, really.

Ji Shun had been running his mouth the whole time, so Tytos stepped in again. "Let me make this easy for you, Mr. Shun. Get me three fast ships that can, theoretically, hold fifteen starfighters in their cargo hold each. Then you will designate the one with the nicest bridge and most robust internal security as the lead ship, and I will go on that one."

The lift doors opened and Tytos stepped inside - just enough to get on and just enough to prevent Mr. Shun from following him.

"That will be all."

The doors closed.

 

[Ugoto Chivaro]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C5kGCwJ25Yc​

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A week had passed with no further communication from the pirates. The Syndicate ships that had purportedly carried the requested N1 Starfighters arrived at the drop off point, waited for four days, and promptly left when the pirates made no move to collect. If their goal had only been to steal time from the people the Naboo had contracted to resolve this crisis, then they had certainly succeeded. Without any progress to show in terms of negotiations, the Helix Syndicate resolved to move on to its next plan: rescuing Captain Antilles the hard way.

Captain Falcon's transmission had been successfully traced back to the fabled Tortuga Station, which of course led the Syndicate to believe that this was where he was being held. Perhaps not the strongest lead, but it made for a better use of their time than sitting around waiting for the pirates to make their move. The Syndicate combed its vast network of underworld contacts for information on Tortuga, then got into contact with several of the less scrupulous, less known pirates who were willing to ferry their agents onto the massive structure.

The Syndicate's spies were set loose on Tortuga. It would be some time before they determined the viability of a raid, or even the exact location of Captain Antilles. Until then, it was determined a more permanent solution would need to be sought. So long as Tortuga remained in the hands of its current gaggle of owners, there would be the possibility of this happening again. And again. Communiques were sent along hidden channels to [member="Nadir"] , who key elements in the Syndicate determined would be most interested in adding Tortuga station to their collection.

[member="Norjung Ordo"] | [member="Culver Yardley"] | [member="Katarine Falcon"] | [member="Jamie Pyne"]​

 

[Nadir]

​

Ring ring motherkarker.

Weren’t plenty of calls Erida Teheron took personally these days. Even less of those that she’d send up the foodchain. But when key [member="Helix Syndicate"] elements were talking on the other end, well…

She did. She had.

And now Nadir was here. Grinning, blade-in-the-teeth kind of Nadir.

Pirate Nadir.

Captain Chym-el Ad al-Bal. Ain’t no grin go wider than the grin of a skull.

“Maahes?”

There was a great shuffling, a great rattling, and a great grunt.

“The blockade is set. We’re going down there, and we’re doing some good ole fashioned raiding.”

[member="Norjung Ordo"] | [member="Culver Yardley"] | [member="Katarine Falcon"] | [member="Jamie Pyne"]​

 

[Ugoto Chivaro]

TORTUGA STATION
JUNK FREIGHTER CARGO HOLD

Derrenger shut his eyes tighter, hoping beyond all reason that if he physically willed away the intrusion, he would be allowed to continue meditating in peace. Sadly, this was not the case, and as Deglarch's speech continued to reach his ears, the Trandoshan begrudgingly opened his eyes. And here Derrenger had thought this would finally be the moment he achieved balance or whatever. Some measure of inner peace. The Nikto stood in the doorway of the cargo hold, holding his signature force pike. As always, he was chewing on some kind of toothpick. Plenty of people seemed to have that habit.

"You hear me?" Deglarch repeated, "Nadir's captain is here. He brought a whole fleet."

The Trandoshan got to his feet, slinging his bowcaster off of his back, the limbs snapping out. "The skeleton guy?"

"Yeah, the one with like seven dashes in his name." Deglarch might have been a little envious of the exotic name.

It was way better than what he got saddled with. Deglarch. Didn't really roll off the tongue as well. Too harsh. Sounded like dregs and lurch, neither of which were easy on the ears. But that was the way things went sometimes. It wasn't as if he could come up with a better one. Deglarch's training only went as far as hitting people with a bit stick, sometimes his hands. Creativity in coming up with an alias wasn't among his list of skills.

"Hrmph," Derrenger grumbled. "Yeah, let's get going."

If they were lucky, the pirates they were after wouldn't think it was related. They could board the target Action IV and extract Antilles while everyone was still looking at the chit storm [member="Nadir"] was stirring outside. Or the Action IV would flee the station to take up arms against al-Bal's fleet, then the two mercenaries would have to find something else to do.

[member="Norjung Ordo"] | [member="Culver Yardley"] | [member="Katarine Falcon"]​

 

[Nadir]

For a bunch of scallywags and knaves, his crews were all well-trained. Helped that they were properly motivated, o’course. The fleet of Corsairs thus encircled the station quite readily in a respectable amount of time. All of its docks were suddenly held at gunpoint of itchy trigger fingers set against some very large guns.

It wasn’t a good day to be on Tortuga station, no siree.

Al-Bal cleared his throat and gave an absent pat to Putka’s head. She let out a string of Huttese expletives. A nearby sailor blushed.

“A’richt, wee jimmies. Er, ‘n’ girls. ‘N’ aliens. Ye ken th’ drill – hop in, strap in, ‘n’ let’s see some heids rolling. Urr ye wi’ me?”

A chorus of aye’s sounded across the comms. If possible, the givin grinned even wider.

“Then let’s gang!”

Dozens of transports detached from the bellies of the fleet. In moments they would swarm the beleaguered port and belch forth a payload of greedy, bloodthirsty pirates.

[member="Norjung Ordo"] | [member="Culver Yardley"] | [member="Katarine Falcon"] | [member="Jamie Pyne"] | [member="Helix Syndicate"]​

 

[Ugoto Chivaro]

TORTUGA STATION
HANGAR WITH KATARINE'S ACTION IV

Derrenger and Deglarch made their way through the station relatively unmolested. Relatively. Nadir transports were swarming out of larger carrier ships and it didn't look like they were coming just for a lovely chat. While the two looked at home among the station's occupants, that didn't stop them from being brushed by aggressively as scum of every stripe sprinted throughout the station. Looking for hiding spots? Looking for their ships? To fight? To flee? To man the defenses? It was hard to tell. On paper, they might have been evenly matched with [member="Nadir"], but unless some sort of meaningful defense were coordinated... Well, that wasn't looking likely.

These were pirates from all over the place. None of them shared a captain or loyalty. The Nadir corsairs, on the other hand, had Al-Bal. Unity and cohesion would be the deciding factor here, as it generally was when it came to a clash of criminals.

"This place smells like crap," Derrenger remarked coldly once they reached a quieter hallway, closer to the hangar they needed to get to.

Deglarch sniffed, then said, "I can't smell anything."

"You must be used to it."

"Probably. Not like pirates hire janitors, eh?"

They reached the door to the hangar, which detected their approach and slid open. On the other side, a lone pirate turned around. Human. Basically juvenile. He couldn't have been more than nineteen. This was a kid! What was a kid doing living this kind of life? He should have been in school. Or, like, someplace that didn't get involved with kidnapping people of interest from Naboo. The kid's hand hovered over his sidearm, mostly still surprised at the sudden appearance of a Nikto and Trandoshan.

"Who- who are you?"

Deglarch and Derrenger shared a look, and then Deglarch clocked the kid square in the face. The child-pirate stiffened, then fell on his back. He gave a pained groan, then Derrenger gave him a courtesy kick in the face to make sure he stayed down. Deglarch relieved him of his sidearm after ejecting the power cell and throwing it away. "I get the feeling this will be too easy."

Derrenger hissed, then proceeded forward, bowcaster ready. "Don't jinx it. I could use easy for once."

[member="Norjung Ordo"] | [member="Culver Yardley"] | [member="Katarine Falcon"]​

 

[Nadir]

Perhaps they hadn’t thought they’d be tracked. Perhaps they hadn’t expected that the Queen of Naboo would call on friends like these.

Whatever the reason for their disarray, the pirate port of Tortuga didn’t put up any fight worth of note.

A few of the transport shuttles got blown up on the way from the corvettes, but that was par for the course. Once they sped past their defenses, it was game over. From every dock and bay pirates issued forth, swarming the station from all sides.

Anyone left dawdling in the open was overrun by the raiders. More than that; they were gunned down, sprayed over the walls, or, if they were particularly unlucky, taken prisoner.

In a matter of minutes the outer perimeter of the station was compromised by several ships’ worth of boarders. Screaming bloody murder they beset the inner reaches of Tortuga, where the local pirates had managed to erect a few makeshift defenses. Presently they were taking potshots from behind their hastily assembled roadblocks.

To their continued misfortune, the motley crew were realizing with fast-dawning terror that their attackers were indeed possessed of better training, equipment, and tactical foresight.

It would not be long.

[member="Norjung Ordo"] | [member="Culver Yardley"] | [member="Katarine Falcon"] | [member="Jamie Pyne"] | [member="Helix Syndicate"]​

 

[Ugoto Chivaro]

TORTUGA STATION
HANGAR WITH KATARINE'S ACTION IV

The bolt that issued forth from Derrenger's bowcaster struck the pirate square in the chest, propelling him several feet through the air before he collided with a wall. Derrenger had little respect for Wookiees beyond their status as prey, but the bowcaster was a marvelous weapon. Satisfying to use. That was the last of his group of pirates to deal with anyway, and Derrenger looked over his shoulder to see how Deglarch was doing. He caught the last of the Nikto's skirmish as well, watching as the last pirate standing took the tail end of Deglarch's force pike to the face. The pirate sprawled, and was subsequently impaled through the back before he could rise again or plead for mercy.

Not that it would have helped him. "That the last of them?" Deglarch called, tearing off a piece of one dead pirate's shirt and using it to wipe off the head of his pike.

"Looks like," Derrenger assessed. Some of them might have been hiding on the Action IV, which had loomed ominously in the background of their skirmish, but if they stayed out of the way the two Syndicate lieutenants wouldn't bother with them.

Somewhere far off, an explosion rocked the station. Nadir did not seem to be in as lenient a mood. "Let's get aboard, then."

----​

​

They entered the cargo hold, Derrenger first since he was the one with a firearm. The Trandoshan surveyed the dimly lit room, eyes easily adjusted to the darkness, and sniffed tentatively.

"No one here."

Deglarch scoffed. "Antilles had better be."

Action IVs weren't exactly made for prisoner transport, so odds are they had thrown him in one of the cargo containers. Problem was there were about a dozen in here.

"We can't search them all. It'll take too long."

"No, I got an idea," Deglarch said, then yelled. "Antilles! You wanna go home?"

There was silence for a few moments, only for it to be broken by the sound of some desperate prisoner pounding on the door of the cargo container he had been locked in.

[member="Norjung Ordo"] | [member="Culver Yardley"] | [member="Katarine Falcon"] | [member="Nadir"]​

 

[Nadir]

The ‘token’ in ‘token resistance’ was really starting to show its cracks now. A syndicate that manufactures its own weapons and armor, Nadir had come to understand very early on, was always going to outgun the contracting enemy.

It followed no precise pattern, this inevitable outgunning (outgunment?), which made it a particular delight to witness for al-Bal every time it happened.

And it happened every time.

Maahes had led a successful charge through the poor man’s blockade all on his own. The statement sounded outrageous only until one considered that Maahes was an half-tonne beast of bound muscle and claw that seeped poison unto the precious few things it couldn’t shred with its hand-length talons.

The other lieutenants on the ground had more numerous help, but the effect was much the same – the pitiful defenders of Tortuga lay strewn across half a click of metal corridor in various states between dead and dying.

Al-Bal stopped petting Putka for a moment as he zoomed in on the live feed from one of the men. There was some shouting, then the noise of a blast door being blasted inwards. The pirates were in their final stretch of the takeover. Just had to take out the trash out of the Control room and Life support, and their work day would be over.

They could almost smell the rum already.

[member="Norjung Ordo"] | [member="Culver Yardley"] | [member="Katarine Falcon"] | [member="Jamie Pyne"] | [member="Helix Syndicate"]​

 

[Ugoto Chivaro]

TORTUGA STATION
HANGAR WITH KATARINE'S ACTION IV

The container door swung open, and out fell Captain Antilles himself. The Naboo captain looked worse for wear, his once-impeccable uniform shredded in several places and otherwise askew. His hat was gone entirely, probably worn ironically by some pirate somewhere. The faces of both mercenaries immediately turned up in disgust as the stale air of the cargo container wafted out to greet them - tinted with the stench of... Well, use your imagination. Antilles had been locked in there for several days.

"Oh, thank you! Thank you!" Antilles squawked a rattled, shaky voice. He threw himself at Deglarch's feet and kissed his boots several times. "You've got to get me out of here, please, please! Before they come back!"

Deglarch might have found this more amusing if Antilles did not reek of piss and blood. Pirates were not exactly known for their humane methods of keeping prisoners. Derrenger, meanwhile, gave a disgusted snarl and violently hefted Antilles to his feet. "Get a hold of yourself."

"What are you doing? "We have to leave! They'll be here any second, they'll kill us all!"

Strange, how did he know Nadir was on station? Maybe he was talking about Katarine's pirates again. Whatever. Derrenger looked to Deglarch for approval. The Nikto nodded, and Derrenger gave Antilles a nice slug to the face. With Antilles now firmly located in the realm of dreams, Derrenger hefted him up and slung him over his shoulder. "We're not going to be able to make it back to our ship. Nadir will make it here in minutes."

Nadir's corsairs would probably not recognize Deglarch and Derrenger. And neither mercenary was especially keen on fighting them.

"Don't worry about it," Deglarch replied, leading them back off the Action IV. "There'll be some shuttle we can use in the next bay."

"Are you sure?"

"Positive."

He was not positive.

[member="Norjung Ordo"] | [member="Culver Yardley"] | [member="Katarine Falcon"] | [member="Nadir"]​

 

[Culver Yardley]

"Norjung it seems our plan to strike rich has failed, I say let's grab as much loot as possible and ditch this place. The enemy has already breached us anyway. I already have an escape pod for us ready not so far from here, only a hallway distance from the vault. Let's split the money by half and once we reach a port, we go our separate ways."

Culver made sure his weapon systems were all checked and headed out towards the vault. He estimated they can haul in 150,000 credits by the time the enemy arrives and they would be long gone. It seems Captain Katarine is unable to handle the situation, meanwhile, the other mercenaries and pirates are in a small free-for-all.

"Well Norjung it's your call to join in, but I could use some help grabbing the credits."

[member="Helix Syndicate"] | [member="Nadir"] | [member="Tytos Ardik"] | [member="Katarine Falcon"] | [member="Norjung Ordo"]

 

[Ugoto Chivaro]

TORTUGA STATION
ADJACENT HANGAR

The adjacent hangar housed no lifeforms, but it was occupied by a small and rickety shuttle.

Oh thank kark, thought Deglarch. They were lucky Nadir hadn't penetrated this far in yet, or hadn't decided to use this hangar as a point of entry. Whoever owned the shuttle was probably dead someplace else at this point, Deglarch wagered, so it wasn't like they would miss it. And even if they did, they were probably some depraved pirate rapist or whatever, so was it really unethical to steal it from them? Probably not. Then again, the owner could have been a small family of five for all Deglarch cared. It wasn't exactly a factor.

The only thing more obnoxious than incompetent pirates were criminals who insisted on acting criminally towards targets that "deserved" it.

They boarded the shuttle without incident, but Deglarch did have to smash a keypad to get the loading ramp to lower properly. After strapping Captain Antilles securely into a passenger seat, they made their way towards the cockpit and got themselves comfortable at the controls. Deglarch wasn't much of a pilot himself, so Derrenger took the captain's chair. Neither of them were particularly skilled pilots, but... Well, Derrenger knew more than he did. Derrenger was a whirlwind at the controls, flipping switches and adjusting settings as they prepared for takeoff. Deglarch watched.

"Do you uh," Deglarch started, "Do you need help?"

"No," Derrenger replied, just as the engines roared to life.

They were probably going to get shot at during this escape. By who would be difficult to say, but Deglarch fastened his seat belt in dreadful anticipation. Was this why people hated flying?

[member="Norjung Ordo"] | [member="Culver Yardley"] | [member="Katarine Falcon"] | [member="Nadir"]​

 

[Nadir]

Whether one small-timing pirateling got out amid the widespread carnage was of little consequence. The plundered vault was a pity, but nothing his bosses wouldn’t swallow with a side dish of the whole fething station.

Al-Bal snickered and twirled about in his chair. His eye sockets narrowed in delight as he spread his arms and began singing at the top of his lungs.

“Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate’s lee fur me!”

His men below kicked the last corpse out of its chair and took over the Control room.

“We pillage, we plunder, we rifle, ’n’ loot!”

Maahes tore the head off the Head of Security for Life support and sat down for a well-deserved dessert.

“Drink up, me ’earties, yo ho!”

Putka hopped off his shoulder onto the console and joined in on the tuneless tune.

“We kidnap ’n’ ravage ’n’ dinnae gie a hoot!”

:: Cap’n, we’re done down here. Y’wanna come check the merch? ::

“Drink up me ’earties, yo hoooo!”

:: Ah frak, ’e’s doing it again. Doing what? … singing. Wha— Cap’n, when yer done celebratin’, Tortuga’s ready for ye. ::

In his jolly state, al-Bal didn’t even see the escaping shuttle, let alone order an attack. Besides, on a day of such fine plunder, wasn’t a little mercy in order?

“A’richt, ye rotten schuttas. A’m comin’ doon in ten. Wash up some o’ th’ blood by then, wull ye?”

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