A P E X
There wasn't much Jaren could do at this point.
He could yank at the controls as hard as possible. He could rev the engines until they broke. But the end result would be the same. From the depths of Hyperspace was he plucked; yanked free by an interdiction of nefarious designs. It was his own damn fault for traveling the backmost routes of the South, for it was known to be crawling with all sorts of scum these days...and now he was paying the price. He could struggle as much as he pleased, but there was no escaping the tractor beams that held the Black Spindle captive. Like it or not, he was being dragged into the belly of a ship.
A hole full of pirates.
"Kark." he breathed, before reaching for the comm. The young Vulture may have been in a bind, but maybe he could get a call for help out? "Vaan! Vaan, can you hear me? I got ganked, I need help." His words were frantic, pleading even. On baited breath did he wait for a response...but there was nothing but silence. Then, to make matters worse, the comm began to buzz. "Oh c'mon, now they're jamming me?!" The young Vulture slammed down the comm and relished in his seat. There wasn't much more he could do but wait until the pirates finished reeling him in.
When the Spindle finally came to rest in the hangar of the vessel, Jaren quickly noticed that he was not the first fish to have been caught. There was another ship...a fancy one bearing a corporate logo...that laid dormant beside his own. "Well poodoo, if they have that gold mine, why did they yank me?" he murmured. Of course, he question would not be answered directly, but there was a loud voice that addressed both him and the other vessel.
"Step outta the rigs, hands up, or you get the airlock. Understand?"
With a sigh, the young Vulture unbuckled himself and complied. Upon disembarking, he managed to chance a glance at his captors...Zygerrians. Great.
[member="Deneve"]
He could yank at the controls as hard as possible. He could rev the engines until they broke. But the end result would be the same. From the depths of Hyperspace was he plucked; yanked free by an interdiction of nefarious designs. It was his own damn fault for traveling the backmost routes of the South, for it was known to be crawling with all sorts of scum these days...and now he was paying the price. He could struggle as much as he pleased, but there was no escaping the tractor beams that held the Black Spindle captive. Like it or not, he was being dragged into the belly of a ship.
A hole full of pirates.
"Kark." he breathed, before reaching for the comm. The young Vulture may have been in a bind, but maybe he could get a call for help out? "Vaan! Vaan, can you hear me? I got ganked, I need help." His words were frantic, pleading even. On baited breath did he wait for a response...but there was nothing but silence. Then, to make matters worse, the comm began to buzz. "Oh c'mon, now they're jamming me?!" The young Vulture slammed down the comm and relished in his seat. There wasn't much more he could do but wait until the pirates finished reeling him in.
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When the Spindle finally came to rest in the hangar of the vessel, Jaren quickly noticed that he was not the first fish to have been caught. There was another ship...a fancy one bearing a corporate logo...that laid dormant beside his own. "Well poodoo, if they have that gold mine, why did they yank me?" he murmured. Of course, he question would not be answered directly, but there was a loud voice that addressed both him and the other vessel.
"Step outta the rigs, hands up, or you get the airlock. Understand?"
With a sigh, the young Vulture unbuckled himself and complied. Upon disembarking, he managed to chance a glance at his captors...Zygerrians. Great.
[member="Deneve"]