Elijah Black
Roll of the dice
Amidst the cold, sterile hum of machinery, the bridge of the starship pulsated with an ominous energy. The atmosphere was thick with tension as the pirate captain sent out his message to the nearby system, his voice echoing through the metallic confines.
"…until then, they'll stay right here with me on the bridge" Captain Harlan's gravelly voice declared, his gaze fixed on the holographic display before him. "If a rescue force is sent, the hostages are dead. If a negotiator is sent, the hostages are dead. If someone accidentally pops onto our radars, the hostages are dead. All I want to see are credits rolling into my account."
He paused, letting the weight of his words settle in the air, each syllable a foreboding warning. The hostages exchanged uneasy glances, the gravity of their situation sinking in.
"Actually, to really drive the point home that we mean business…" Harlan's steely eyes flickered towards a holoprojector at the center of the room, and with a swift gesture, the holographic image they'd see switched from the captain to a hostage, bound and helpless. One clean blaster bolt to the head took him out.
"If the family wants his bones back, we will accept half price on this one's head. I'm an understanding man. Don't take too long. Space gets boring real fast."
The holographic image vanished, leaving an uncomfortable silence in its wake. The fate of the hostages hung in the balance, and the captain's resolve left no room for negotiation.
Everyone braced themselves for the storm that lay ahead, knowing that the choices made in the coming moments would shape the destiny of all on board.
Valery Noble
"…until then, they'll stay right here with me on the bridge" Captain Harlan's gravelly voice declared, his gaze fixed on the holographic display before him. "If a rescue force is sent, the hostages are dead. If a negotiator is sent, the hostages are dead. If someone accidentally pops onto our radars, the hostages are dead. All I want to see are credits rolling into my account."
He paused, letting the weight of his words settle in the air, each syllable a foreboding warning. The hostages exchanged uneasy glances, the gravity of their situation sinking in.
"Actually, to really drive the point home that we mean business…" Harlan's steely eyes flickered towards a holoprojector at the center of the room, and with a swift gesture, the holographic image they'd see switched from the captain to a hostage, bound and helpless. One clean blaster bolt to the head took him out.
"If the family wants his bones back, we will accept half price on this one's head. I'm an understanding man. Don't take too long. Space gets boring real fast."
The holographic image vanished, leaving an uncomfortable silence in its wake. The fate of the hostages hung in the balance, and the captain's resolve left no room for negotiation.
Everyone braced themselves for the storm that lay ahead, knowing that the choices made in the coming moments would shape the destiny of all on board.
