Commenor Dockyard
Aboard the Harknening
"Son of a!" A loud clang interrupted the guttural exclamation emanating from beneath the storage loader in the hangar bay of the Harkening. With a great degree of frustration, Caid pushed himself out from underneath the piece of machinery and immediately came to his feet.
"You alright over there Cap'n?" The less-than-sincere inquiry was posed by the man that technically served as the vessel's Chief Engineer. His position was technical because he'd inherited it more from being one of the few semi-competent survivors of a recent reactor incident claiming the lives of most of the competent members of the Engineering Department than actual ability in the plant. It was the reason the Harkening had filed paperwork for an extended stay in the airtight drydock.
Caid afforded the man only a brief glance before tossing the wrench aside and striding towards the hangar's exit. It was time he checked in with the lead contractor working on the vessel anyways. As it was, the Harkening was in fairly decent shape considering her last complete refit had been almost two cycles ago. There might have been some low-intellect solutions used to keep high-tech problems from combusting the entire ship, but it'd been enough to keep the crew alive. The real problem was that the longer he had parts of his crew rotating out to shore leave, the more trouble they got into, the more money they spent, and the faster the Harkening wore out its welcome in Commenor space.
As if the lingering headache from such issues wasn't enough, Caid turned the corner and saw the familiar sight of the Port Security Officer standing at the quarterdeck waiting to gain access to the ship. Without breaking stride, Caid immediately turned and began proceeding back the other way but...it was no use...
"Captain! A moment of your time please..."
Cursing under his breath, Caid turned and attempted to flash the man a warm, friendly smile as he approached the Watch Officer standing beside the Port Security Officer. "Lieutenant, it's good to see you again. I don't suppose you bring any good news?"
The man got straight to the point. "I need you to accompany me to the Magistrate's office."
Caid arched a curious brow. "Magistrate? Whoa, come on man. You brought the Republic into this?"
"Now, Captain. The alternative is I come back with a full arrest team and we take you into custody."
Caid rolled his eyes as he raised his hands in surrender. "Alright, alright." Turning to the Watch Officer, Caid issued swift instructions. "Tell the Chief Mate to keep an eye on things. I'll be back shortly."
"You got it, Cap."
Shifting his attention back to the officer, Caid nodded his head. "Alright, let's go."
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Forty Minutes Later
Caid was shown into a windowless waiting room and given a glass of water. His weapons had all been confiscated at security, and he'd received absolutely zero explanation for his cooperation. Rather than waste his breath trying to get through to people, he remained silent and simply paced the room. The man could feel his anger steadily rising with each passing second, but he worked to keep it under control as his mother had been teaching him since he could walk.
Eventually, the lack of answers boiled up inside of him and Caid had no choice but to release the energy threatening to cause his body to explode. With one solid punch directly to the center of the wooden table, Caid caused the rather cheaply made piece of furniture to splinter and break completely in half. The man realized what he'd done roughly half a second before pain began shooting from his knuckles all the way up his right arm to his shoulder. "Mother f--!" Clamping his mouth shut, the Pirate collapsed into the chair in front of the table and cradled his head in his hands. Blood continued to ooze slowly from the cuts on his knuckles, but his mind was elsewhere, forcing himself to remain calm. Ever since he could remember, he'd been like this. Caid while not an evil being, always seemed to be rather quick to anger and give in to his emotions. His mother had claimed it was only natural and quickly dismissed it as nothing other than hormones when he'd been growing up.
Caid knew something else was the truth, however. It was as if he could hear his subconscious whispering to him, taunting him, daring him to go farther. The effort required to overcome those emotions had always been considerable, but it seemed to be getting even worse.
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Aboard the Harknening
"Son of a!" A loud clang interrupted the guttural exclamation emanating from beneath the storage loader in the hangar bay of the Harkening. With a great degree of frustration, Caid pushed himself out from underneath the piece of machinery and immediately came to his feet.
"You alright over there Cap'n?" The less-than-sincere inquiry was posed by the man that technically served as the vessel's Chief Engineer. His position was technical because he'd inherited it more from being one of the few semi-competent survivors of a recent reactor incident claiming the lives of most of the competent members of the Engineering Department than actual ability in the plant. It was the reason the Harkening had filed paperwork for an extended stay in the airtight drydock.
Caid afforded the man only a brief glance before tossing the wrench aside and striding towards the hangar's exit. It was time he checked in with the lead contractor working on the vessel anyways. As it was, the Harkening was in fairly decent shape considering her last complete refit had been almost two cycles ago. There might have been some low-intellect solutions used to keep high-tech problems from combusting the entire ship, but it'd been enough to keep the crew alive. The real problem was that the longer he had parts of his crew rotating out to shore leave, the more trouble they got into, the more money they spent, and the faster the Harkening wore out its welcome in Commenor space.
As if the lingering headache from such issues wasn't enough, Caid turned the corner and saw the familiar sight of the Port Security Officer standing at the quarterdeck waiting to gain access to the ship. Without breaking stride, Caid immediately turned and began proceeding back the other way but...it was no use...
"Captain! A moment of your time please..."
Cursing under his breath, Caid turned and attempted to flash the man a warm, friendly smile as he approached the Watch Officer standing beside the Port Security Officer. "Lieutenant, it's good to see you again. I don't suppose you bring any good news?"
The man got straight to the point. "I need you to accompany me to the Magistrate's office."
Caid arched a curious brow. "Magistrate? Whoa, come on man. You brought the Republic into this?"
"Now, Captain. The alternative is I come back with a full arrest team and we take you into custody."
Caid rolled his eyes as he raised his hands in surrender. "Alright, alright." Turning to the Watch Officer, Caid issued swift instructions. "Tell the Chief Mate to keep an eye on things. I'll be back shortly."
"You got it, Cap."
Shifting his attention back to the officer, Caid nodded his head. "Alright, let's go."
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Forty Minutes Later
Caid was shown into a windowless waiting room and given a glass of water. His weapons had all been confiscated at security, and he'd received absolutely zero explanation for his cooperation. Rather than waste his breath trying to get through to people, he remained silent and simply paced the room. The man could feel his anger steadily rising with each passing second, but he worked to keep it under control as his mother had been teaching him since he could walk.
Eventually, the lack of answers boiled up inside of him and Caid had no choice but to release the energy threatening to cause his body to explode. With one solid punch directly to the center of the wooden table, Caid caused the rather cheaply made piece of furniture to splinter and break completely in half. The man realized what he'd done roughly half a second before pain began shooting from his knuckles all the way up his right arm to his shoulder. "Mother f--!" Clamping his mouth shut, the Pirate collapsed into the chair in front of the table and cradled his head in his hands. Blood continued to ooze slowly from the cuts on his knuckles, but his mind was elsewhere, forcing himself to remain calm. Ever since he could remember, he'd been like this. Caid while not an evil being, always seemed to be rather quick to anger and give in to his emotions. His mother had claimed it was only natural and quickly dismissed it as nothing other than hormones when he'd been growing up.
Caid knew something else was the truth, however. It was as if he could hear his subconscious whispering to him, taunting him, daring him to go farther. The effort required to overcome those emotions had always been considerable, but it seemed to be getting even worse.
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