Private Yo Ho, Yo Ho, A Pirate's Life for Me

[Ezekiel Dashiell]

By the time Persephone Dashiell , Iko Vel , and Casaana were making their decision to hit the onboarding cafe, Zeke along with the rest of the Blue Star Pirates were swiftly moving throughout the transport, incapacitating security and overriding protocols. Tycho Pa, the Devaronian second-in-command, managed to take the bridge with a dozen pirates, holding up the poor Mon Calamari Captain at gunpoint.

When the sound of the overhead comm turned on, it wasn't Captain Sill's voice. Instead, it was the harsh, self satisfied sound of Tycho's heavy drawl, [Ladies and gentlebeings...]

From several doors around the food court and even the vendors themselves, suddenly drew out blaster rifles and pistols, pointing them at the passengers.

[ You are now under the custody of the Blue Star Pirates.]

Zeke came out holding a blaster and an ion shrieker in another looking like a dandy with his feathered hat and a debonair grin. Providence perhaps, that the man so happened to point his blaster at Thirty-Seven.

"''ello, young ones. " His grin would broaden wider, "Hands up, savvy?"

 

[Casaana]

As the trio walked and talked a haze rose up in the back of Casaana's head, a vague yet definitely unwelcome feeling that felt more like her hindbrain raising its snout and sniffing the air for danger than the Force really doing anything. Her step faltered a little bit and she turned to the others. "Aww thank you Persie! Iko's right, we really don't get enough." She was in the middle of giving the other girl an enthusiastic hug when the public announcement system crackled to life.

It started innocent enough, but then "Pirates!?!" Cassana's squeaky voice was a mix of shock and excitement. This was the moment! After all of her cartoons and playing, she was about to meet a real life pirate! Didn't have a clue who a 'Blue Star' was but she was going to find out. She was bouncing in excitement by the time she noticed the blasters being drawn. Were they the liner's crew about to valiantly fight back?

One man with particularly long hair and a great coat that would be perfect for a pirate, Casaana thought herself an expert having a particularly billowing one hidden in the bottom of her suitcase, came up on them and leveled his guns right at thirty seven of all people. "Ahhhh, he said it, he said it!" The joy of the experience was palpable in her squeals of happiness as Ezekiel threatened them, his order completely forgotten. "Iko! Iko, he's a pirate." She excitedly shared and pointed towards the man, one arm still around Persie.

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[Iko Vel]

Fear. It was something that Iko wasn't actually used to. He was used to fighting, but this was different. All of his energy seemed to drain from him as he froze in place. A typical flight or fight reaction, except he seemed to be taking the third choice. Freeze. He was taking in as much transport as he could, a frown on his face as his thoughts were running rampant in his mind. Part of him was hoping that Casaana was going to take this serious-

"Ahhhh, he said it, he said it!" The joy of the experience was palpable in her squeals of happiness as Ezekiel threatened them, his order completely forgotten. "Iko! Iko, he's a pirate." She excitedly shared and pointed towards the man, one arm still around Persie.

For Kriff Sake! This is why he couldn't trust other people. Come on. Think. Think! Thinking wasn't something that Iko was good at, but considering Casaana didn't seem like she was going to be any help...Could Persie help? No. No. He couldn't risk getting her hurt. Thirty Seven could protect her. If Iko wasn't wrong, Thirty Seven was made out of Phrik which was...resistant to lightsabers. So maybe it could at least stand up to a few blaster bolts. But there was the Ion Shrieker...

Karablast. If he was better with the Force, he might have been able to pull it out of the pirate's hand...but he couldn't risk it. Urgh. If he could just shoot lightning out of his hands, this would be so much easier...but no. That wasn't cool. That wouldn't help people. Instead Iko just sighed to himself, holding his hands up in the air. Wait for a chance to strike...and hope that Persie and Casaana didn't get themselves hurt.

"...Yeah. He's a pirate. Probably not a good idea to point at him, Casaana."

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[Persephone Dashiell]

Thirty-Seven went to slide the small electrostaff out of his arm yet paused when his ocular sensors caught sight of the ion shrieker. There was only so much combat experience the droid was programmed with, coupled with the fact he was in charge of the safety of Miss Persephone. His first instinct into programming was always to de-fuse the situation first. If the droid knew more, he could move with more calculated precision.

[ I am L3-37,personal assistant. What are the demands of the Blue Star Pirate organization? ]

Persie was just about to comment to Casaana and Iko Vel about their lack of food. She had been underfed for some time but did the Jedi not let them get seconds? Thirds? Makky always made enough for her to stuff her face. Maybe she needed to tell him to march down to the Jedi Temple with her and teach whoever was in charge of cookin' to learn how'ta portion correctly.

Then the pirates came.

She had heard of them before,seen them in the bars on Lower City. They always had a bunch of weapons, even when drinkin'. Persie never tried stealing from them due to the fact. Plus, they always ran in big groups. So despite seein' only the one, Persephone knew for sure there were many aboard.

Brow furrowed at Cassie. Was she on some type of medication? Pirates were cool?! Getting a blaster pointed at them was excitin'? Did the girl get stuck in the birth canal tryin' to be born and lost oxygen? Iko just seemed resolved to their fate, despite his big talk of adventure when they first had met. Little different when one was on the business end of a blaster.

Persephone broke away from the two other teenagers and cautiously approached Ezekiel Dashiell , defiance written all over her face. He looked vaguely familiar, maybe she had seen him before on Lower City.

"Who the fuck is yous?" Dark blue eyes looked the pirate up and down. "Yous look like a joke is what."

 

[Ezekiel Dashiell]

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The comical confusion that swept over Zeke's swarthy face was evident. His lips puckered in a, "Wha?" followed by the frowning scowl and a, "Who?" then ended with a, "Oh for blasted sakes, would you all shut your traps?"

Annoyance would flicker over his rakish features, aghast and giving a mock expression of hurt at Persie's comment that he looked like a joke.

"First off, this is a hold up, sweetin', I'm holdin' the blasters while you are all now under our captivity." he drawled out, motioning how some of the vendors were now in the midst of holding up a few passengers. It was clear that the pirates had snuck in as crew.

Turning towards Thirty-Seven, Zeke gave a broad grin, "Ah good show, so you do know what is going on? Perfect." despite his lackluster air and his debonair appearance, the way he held that ion shriker level at the droid and the blaster swung left and right towards the children before settling right at Persie's head meant he was serious. and wouldn't shy on pulling the trigger.

"Not a stop closer, precious, or I will shoot you, savvy?" Zeke told Persie, the cocksure little boy's grin flashing in her direction akin to one Makai Dashiell.

"Now, how about that personal droid 'ere starts tyin' up these kids up?"

 

[Casaana]

Oh right, pointing was rude as Iko was kind enough to point out. What she couldn't figure out was why the pirates were pretending to be food vendors, certainly they were making money doing that right? "Oh no," she muttered as a new thought struck her, now there wouldn't be any food vendors. The food court would have to shut down and she'd be back to her tubed synth steak. She glowered at the pirate threatening them, this was certainly his fault.

"No!" She burst out in reply to his demands. "You're the idiot that wants a droid to tie up kids without any rope. How's it supposed to do that? Huh?" He had the coat but he didn't have the cool hat with the folded brim or pirate emblem. Not even a bandana or eye patch. Undoubtedly he was new to this. "Who's your captain? Imma get him ta sort you out." She placed her little hands on her hips angrily staring down this sham of a pirate leveling guns at Persie and the stalker droid while trying to ignore the foggy shadowy feeling raising its head again in the back of her mind.

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[Iko Vel]

Iko could feel his anger building up, especially as the blaster was swung around to point at Persie. Flexing his hands as Iko was trying his hardest to stay calm, a few stray sparks sparking off his hand as he stretched them and flexed his hands out. Breathe. Stay calm. Shaking his head afterwards as he listened to Casaana yelling out. By the Force, she really knew how to push people's buttons. The young Padawan just raised his hand to his nose, pinching it between his fingers as he tried to rack his brain for some kind of situation to get out of this.

"...I think their Captain is a coward, like the rest of them. They're scared of a bunch of kids." He waved his hand around the train car, deciding the best thing to do was to insult their bravery and whatnot. "I mean. They should be scared. I could beat anyone of them in a fight, with one hand behind my back." Was he being slightly cocky? Sure. But he was mad. And he believed it himself. His sword only needed one hand to wield anyway. "Or at the very least, knock some common decency into their thick skulls."

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