Resident Space Pirate
MARAUD ALL the WAY
Fix 'em mates, bonnie lassies, crooked creators, privateers and pirate lords.
I call ye nerf-heardin' bastards to the four corners of the galaxy, tonight. There be
a grand feast to be had and you all will be the one's to have it. Do it for the love of loot,
or for your life. Set your coordinates, grab your booze and your crew.
Tonight is the night.
ONE SHIP, SIX OR LESS IS CREW.
The figure was fizzing, fading, but the text was clear. A figure seemed to loom in the background, just enough to make you wonder. It had been sent to a circle of known and unknowns. It was a beckoning and not may of the criminal types took well to being called to the porch like some rancor. Just when you would think to laugh and label it rubbish, the holovid flashed back on without a power button.
I HAVE SOMETHING. SOMEONE. OF YOURS.
AND MORE.
Just like that, the signal went dead. There were no other details and you were left to find out on your own what in fact had been taken.