Hang the black flag at the end of the mast!

[Zandra Tal'verda]

Zandra stood on the bridge, staring out at the black and white streaks in the view port. A long oversized black trench coat hung loose off her body. She'd been wearing it since she went back to her ship to pack her things. She'd taken the time to send Cal a message or two, then they were off. She hadn't looked back once. Her gaze was focused ahead.
Cal may have taken off, but he couldn't expect her to wait forever. She'd already kept her promise. She waited for him. He came back then he left. She hadn't promised to wait for him again.

Besides, now she had others to concern herself with. This was her crew. She was entirely responsible for them. Man, she hadn't expected that piracy would be so much work! She had her hands on her hips, blaster pistol still strapped there. She wasn't very well armed, and that was alright. She'd killed men much bigger than her with just her bare fists. Not that she was exactly expecting much resistance. This was Lego. Nobody went there. Besides, they weren't marked as pirates yet! This would be their first crime. Next time might be a little harder.

Seras Goto / Rayl Wilded / Tobias Ross / Gorg / Grissa / Thryykarr

 

[Doctor Azure]

Thryk watched space turn to starlines as ship hit lightspeed. He sighed. It would be a long trip to Iego, with next to nothing to do. Maybe he'd watch Gorg burn something on the stove.... Or sit on the bridge, waiting for trouble. Or he could just polish his guns, sharpen his Ryyks, and have a little patience.

He ended up dozing off.

Of course, he woke up when the crazy green lady from earlier poked him. What was she doing here?

 

[Seras Goto]

[member="Zandra Fenni"] / [member="Rayl Wilded"] / [member="Tobias Ross"] / [member="Gorg"] / [member="Grissa"] / [member="Thryykarr"]

The medical area of the ship was small and cramped, not fit for much else to be done but sitting there as she straightened everything up had her fingers even in the partial gloves nimble moving all the laser scalpels around again. Each within reach physically or in the force while she exited the bay and tuned the lights off. The captain was doing what she could but regular check ups were always a good thing while she walked with a scanner and entered the bridge breathing lightly while she stood there without her shawl and the black hair hung over some burnt skin on the back of her neck. "Captain."

 

[Ashin Varanin]

[member="Zandra Fenni"]
A static-warped transmission carried through the pirate vessel's hypercomm.

SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSrgo transport Artaeum. We have exSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSeltdown in our aftSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSponse from localSSSSSSSSSSSSouls aboardSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSecurity breach involving paSSSSSSSSSSSSSpeat, this is independent cargo tranSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

 

[Gavin XIII]

[member="Seras Goto"] / [member="Zandra Fenni"]

When Grissa heard the transmission, she looked up from the Wookiee she had just jabbed awake. Was it a distress signal?

Or was it a trap?

 

[Gorg]

Whilst they all discussed the signal, Gorg stood in the galley of the ship, going through the extensive storage cubboards.

<<No molds! No fungus! No mushrooms! Bad food! This is all bad food!>>​

​

The gammorean snorted in disgust, and took a large container of potatos out of one of the cabniets. He popped on in to his, cherwing a few times with his amazingly strong jaws, before swallowing the starchy tuber.

<<"This will do! Good fruits!">>​

​

He placed a dozen or so potatos in a large metal pot, and scavanged the cooled food storage closet for something to mix with them. Sniffing just about everything in the closet, he tossed anything he didn't like on the ground, leaving it for later. Soon, he had a double armful of various foods he'd deemed fit to eat; Corellian apples, some leafy herbs, some blue milk, some corellian flour, and a pound of ground Bantha. Making his way back to the counter where he'd left the potatos, he dropped the apples in first to the huge metal pot, leaving them whole with the cores and stems attached. Gorg rummaged through the drawers, flinging things all over the ground, until he found a industrial sized food processor, and set it on the counter. He'd learn how to cook... sort of... when he was San Holo's slave, So he didn't have much trouble rfiguring out how to plug in the processor, and pour the apples and potatos in. Gorg pressed the power button on the food processor, and it quickly buzzed in to life, throwing thick glops of apple potato goop all over the place. He'd forgotten the lid. About ten minutes later, Gorg repeated the process, this time with the lid on the machine. The Gammorean continued his cooking. pouring the thick potato and apple mixture- studded with apple seeds- in to the pot from earlier. Next he grabbed the leafy herbs he'd found, and popped a leaf in to his mouth. He was instantly sick. Snorting in disgust as he vomited on the ground, he threw the herbs aside.

<<"Bad leaves! Evil leaves! Gorg kill the leaves!">>​

​

True to his word, the gammorean drew his vibroaxe from the ground and proceeded to attack the herbs where he'd dropped them. Soon, the floor of the galley was dented and cut, with little steaming wounds where acid from hi axe was eating away at the metal. Gorg placed his vibro-axe back on his back, snorting again at the burnt place on the ground where the leaves where, and returned to his cooking. Come of his vomit had gotten in the mixing pot, but it would be fine. It would just cook away! Next, he poured in a good amount of blue milk, and added in some of the corelain flour- flinging both of the ingrediaents on the ground when he was done with them.

<<"What else we need, what else we need.... Meat!">>​

​

Gorg snatched the roll pound of ground Bantha meat off the counter, and quickly unwrapped the plastic. He'd need to cook it first... Gorg found the stove and flicked it on, watching a tall flame appear. That would be perfect! He'd need something to cook it with.... He rummaged through the drawers again, and eventually found a long metal skewer. Perfect! He shoved it through the roll of meat, and held it over the fire. Once it cooked througholy, he pulled it from the flame, and took it back to the counter. He'd need to break it in to little bits, now, to mix it in to the rest of the ingredients... He frowned at the roll of cooked meat, before he had an excellent idea! He shoved the whole roll in to his mouth, and began to chew. Once he'd chewed it througholy, he moved over the mixing pot, and spit out the huge amount of now-chewed meat in to his ingredient glop. It came out in a slimy sludge. The perfect consistency! Gorg shoved both of his dirt-encrusted hands in to the mixture, and began to mix it by hand.

<<"The way mother did it!">>​

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Once he'd mixed it throughouly, Gorg poured the thick sludge in to a baking pan, and popped it in to the galley's large oven. Soon it would be ready to eat! All his crew mates would love him!

 

[Zandra Tal'verda]

Zandra turned to look at the doctor, was about to say something, when the ships scanners caught her attention instead.

"Jus' a sec, Doc," she said, "Oi, See if we can do anything about that. Maybe we can get the signal a little clearer. If it's a distress call... see if we can get anything off them. If not, ignore it. If it's Republic... well, we'll get to the when we do. Remember folks, we're jus' humble merchants, lookin' to sell our wares."

Seras Goto / Rayl Wilded / Tobias Ross / Gorg / Grissa / Thryykarr

 

[Doctor Azure]

"If it's Republic, I suggest we fire first and ask later. Not a good idea to stroll up to them , when we quite clearly just flew out of an Imperial-occupied world. Plus, unless it's really a distress signal from another spacer, it's probably a trap. If it's a Mandalorian, though, I'm honor bound to help. You understand that?"

[member="Zandra Fenni"] [member="Gorg"] [member="Seras Goto"]

 

[Frank "Begs" Jusik]

Jathin had gotten a tip from one of his smuggler contacts about a vessel that had been looking to do some honest to the gods piracy. Never having personally undertaken such a space faring version of crime and recalling memories of avid reading of pirate adventures, Jathin jumped at the opportunity to take a little break from the bosses on Nar Shadda. Though they'd of course get a piece of whatever he made. The tattoos marked into his palms were a constant reminder of his loyalty and affiliation, one most enforcers who'd formerly been with a different crew were made to receive. That was the price of free housing and the almost unlimited privilege higher grade Black Sun enforcers such as himself were awarded while in Sun space.It did one good to get out and about though, Nar Shadda wasn't the only part of the galaxy to make dishonest creds in.

The crew was definitely a collection of oddballs if he'd ever seen one. There was the Captain, a white haired human who seemed like the most stable of the bunch. A Wookie who'd been dozing until some green humanoid had started poking on him. A Gammorean who was angrily grunting and attacking what Jathin could only guess to be it's next meal. Along with a damaged Doctor who gave off a coldness, then himself, a well dressed Black Sun Fixer traveling offworld just because. Jathin had been quietly musing on his teammates and messing with his slugthrower pistols when a signal had come over the intercom, prompting reactions from most of the crew.

Sounded like trouble from what the rest were discussing.

Jathin gave a sigh, took off his suit jacket, and put on a vest designed to distribute some of the energy from blaster style weapons without hindering movement. It was by no means blaster proof, but it would potentially be the difference between life and death if he was hit. The fixer then went to loading incendiary slugs, designed to burn through sections of military standard armor worn by soldiers in most quadrants of the galaxy, into his shotgun.

He remained silent throughout.

 

[Seras Goto]

[member="Thryykarr"] [member="Zandra Fenni"] [member="Gorg"] [member="Grissa"] [member="Ashin Varanin"]

"If it is a Republic vessel." She took in a sharp hiss of air while looking. "We should be careful, they are erratic at the best of times." Seras remained looking at the viewport and then the captain while she saw the wookiee and got the jist of his roars. "I agree, this is suspicious." Her eyes flicked back to the captain. "But it is your choice captain I'll just make sure there are no harmful pathogens aboard."

 

[Ashin Varanin]

@Grissa @Seras Goto @Jathin Fallin[member="Thryykarr"] [member="Zandra Fenni"]

As the pirate vessel drew near, some of the static filtered out, but the lion's share came from damaged comms.

"SSSoach. Repeat, this is the independent cargo transport ArtaeumSSSSSSSSSSSSSSperienced a reactor meltSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSeived no response from local authoSSSSSSSSSShave two hundred soulSSSSSSSSSecurity breach involving passengerSSSSSSSSSSSSSStained and we are SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSproach. RepeatSSSSSSSSSSS"

 

[Doctor Azure]

Thryk relaxed slightly.

"It's just a freighter, Cap. We might as well see what they need."

 

[Zandra Tal'verda]

Zandra sighed, hands folded behind her back. This was tricky. She wasn't out to be a hero here, but at the same time, Zandra wasn't a heartless monster...

"What does my first mate think? Rayl?"

Rayl Wilded

 

[Doctor Azure]

Thryk watched as the still-masked man seemed to think about the problem. He silently hoped that the solution wasn't to let the meltdown kill everybody on the other ship. That would be an nerf herder move.

[member='Rayl Wilded']

 

[Gorg]

While the crew were talking about what to do on the other freighter, when they should just rob it as we are pirates after all <_< , Gorg burst in to the bridge with a caserole dish held high above his head.

<<"Dinner is served!">>​

​

Gorg snorted in delight, and lowered the dish so others could see it- the goop carmelized on top to form something like shepeard's pie, looking actually edible. That is. since no one knew what's actually in it...

@Thryykarr @Zandra Fenni

 

[Seras Goto]

[member="Zandra Fenni"]

Seras listened to the others asking for Rayl and she didn't miss a step focusing on her medical scanner while she used the time waiting to scan the captain and spoke. "You have a parasite in you..." Ohhh her mouth stopped moving while she stood up and ran fingers over the scanner. "Scratch that, I see now, interesting." Her mechanical breathing remained while switching the datapad out to take history. "When was the last time you had intercourse captain."

 

[Darth Ferus]

[member="Seras Goto"] Thryykarr Zandra Fenni Gorg Grissa Ashin Varanin

Daichi awoke on the ship. He rubbed his eyes as he got up, pondering where exactly he was. He was with pirates, their scientist of sorts, making the explosive weaponry the captain seemed so found of. He frowned as he moved his way to the others, setting his hands calmly behind his head. He didn't know what exactly was going on, only that something was.

"So... What I miss while I was napping?" He leaned over, staring at the scanners. "A ship? One of ours? Or will it soon be one of ours?"

 

[Zandra Tal'verda]

Zandra kept her gaze focused ahead... Until the ship doctor opened her mouth. She wad silent for a moment.a long moment. Then she finally spoke up.

"I'm tryin' real heard to find a polite way to tell ya to keep yer kriffin mouth shut, Doctor. nothins coming to me though."

Truth was, She knew exactly what the 'parasite' was. And who it came from.

"When we get outta light speed, someone contact that ship. Tell em to repeat the message. I ain't stupid. Not walkin' ya'll happily into a trap here. Republic territory or not, we ain't the only scum out here. :

 

[Seras Goto]

[member="Zandra Fenni"]

Seras didn't looked phased by it, she spoke listened and remained silent for a time. "You are scheduled in the medical bay later, after this." She thought about the possibility of a trap and chuckled a little, she was honestly hoping for it almost there was a great deal of talent here together and they could turn the tables on most others.

 

[Frank "Begs" Jusik]

[member="Zandra Fenni"]

"I vote rob. We're pirates, right?" Jathin said in the Captain's direction from his spot in the semi lounge are behind the bridge. The fact that this had even been a discussion was a bit surprising to Jathin, after many similar land based situations the answer for either the Nomads or Suns had always been simple. Yes.

"Even if it is some sort of trap we could act like we're help and then counter ambush." Jathin finished with a shrug as he leaned on his shotgun. He hadn't shot anybody in a week, supposed it was about time.