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#Post#: 975--------------------------------------------------
Pirate Campaign
By: NozzIvix Date: December 11, 2013, 9:33 pm
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Aboard the bridge of a certain Amonkira, Lokyan peered out over
his planet, or at least the Planet he'd wanted to own. The
slaving Hanar bastard, Analdrun, had stymied his efforts. He had
a fleet of ex-slaves of all races, all of whom had families,
until this planet had come along. It was in the perfect place to
be a Pirate Stronghold, with plenty of resources and decent
proximity to prime raiding grounds. Unfortunately, Analdrun had
come to the same conclusion, and the two captains had duked it
out for control. As sod's law would dictate, their little war
would grind to a standstill until they were forced to come to an
alliance.
"Hyun, what's our favourite sushi entree up to?" He asked,
seemingly to the air.
"Nothing much," came the reply. "The filthy pervert's still
smuggling in sex slaves, and making eunuchs out of the males.
Disgusting." She spat.
Lokyan hadn't really heard or seen her, she'd just arrived on
time. The woman was damn near a ghost when she wanted to be.
"Very well." He sighed. "Have our spies keep their eyes open,
when we see an opening, we strike. And we free every slave in
that Jellyfish's compound."
"はい、キャプテン
;(Hai,
Kyaputen.)" Came her response as she left, her twin blades
clinking as she moved this time, a concession for her superiour,
and her husband.
Lokyan nodded as the console before him beeped with an incoming
transmission from the planet. "Of course..." he grumbled.
#Post#: 977--------------------------------------------------
Re: Pirate Campaign
By: Revan.Lorz Date: December 11, 2013, 9:59 pm
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Maeve leaned against the wall of the dimly-lit cabin, a great
distance from where she should be.
Between her and Analdrun was an assortment of furniture; a slim
black table and a large, comfortable couch. The hanar rippled,
electric blue glowing off it in irritation. It didn't think
Maeve could tell, but she was more perceptive than it thought.
She averted her eyes to the window that overlooked a sea of
people. Slaves. Half drell, half everything else. They moved in
straight lines, slowly shuffling towards a light that lead to
hard labor and extortionism. The sight had once twisted her gut
and pierced her heart, but now Maeve felt little pity for them.
All of life was slavery; everyone served something, obeyed
something, lived for something. No matter where you were, called
free or slave, you would never escape that fact.
The tentacled creature hummed, electric veins lighting up as the
sound filled the room in luminescence. "This one's dear girl,
would she be so kind as to bring this one the communication
device?"
A telephone that resembled the historic 1892 rotary dial phone
sat on the desk far from the Hanar's seat. Maeve obeyed,
crossing the distance between them and grabbing it up as she
did.
Scarlet red sofas, velvet, bursting with softness, surrounded a
small, candlelit table. On the sleek black table, Maeve bent to
place the pseudo-phone, placing it gently on the table with both
hands.
"Thank you, little one." She bristled as his tentacle swept past
her to encircle the phone. "This one wonders why does the other
not have a seat." It was more command than question, and Maeve
obeyed slowly and reluctantly. She still wasn't entirely sure
why the Hanar had called her here. Analdrun dialed in a number
slowly, the bell on his leftmost tentacle tinkling as he did.
"This one's dear friend..." He began.
#Post#: 979--------------------------------------------------
Re: Pirate Campaign
By: NozzIvix Date: December 11, 2013, 10:15 pm
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Lokyan's mood soured when he heard the Hanar's voice. "What do
you want, Analdrun?" he asked, cutting the jellyfish off. Since
the Hanar could not hear him, he gestured, beckoning Hyun to
return. "I take it you don't want to relinquish your hold on our
little planet?"
#Post#: 984--------------------------------------------------
Re: Pirate Campaign
By: medwards10 Date: December 11, 2013, 10:35 pm
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Samuil Sobakov had been on this planet for less than a week, and
he liked it. It reminded him of omega, just without the threat
of depressurization.
He sat alone in a private booth at his favourite bar, watching
the crowd. He was one of the few people there who appreciated
the tavern motif. Every one else who came here did so to get
drunk, fight, and have sex; Occasionally all at the same time.
Not that any of it bothered him. Sam couldn't recall a time when
it did.
A scantily clad Asari approached the table with a silver tray
and picked up Sam's empty bottles.
"I'll bring you out another bottle soon, deary." The asari said
in the most seductive way she could have possibly mustered.
"It usually takes a week or two of constant modification before
Asari usually start calling me deary." Sam thought aloud. After
a pause, Sam clued back into reality. "Pardon my manners sweet,
thank you."
The Asari seemed a bit disturbed by what he had said. She turned
and walked away. As she turned, Sam noticed a small chip on the
back of her neck. It was a common sight around here. The chips
acted as shock collars, but less noticeable. They were most
commonly used to incapacitate rowdy sex slaves in brothels, but
Sam had seen them used for almost all other types of permanent
slaves as well. He used the zoom function to follow the chip as
the Asari made her way back across the room. An insignia on the
corner denoted that the chip was made on Omega, which he found
odd considering they were being manufactured here as well for
cheaper. The slave must have started out on omega and then
shipped here, he guessed. It's the only conclusion that made
sense.
Sam went back to staring at the empty bench across from him,
waiting for either his new bottle of watered-down vodka to
arrive or for his client to show up.
#Post#: 985--------------------------------------------------
Re: Pirate Campaign
By: NozzIvix Date: December 11, 2013, 11:06 pm
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Asas Sukuu sat quietly in her booth, her black eyes scanning the
crowd that filled the Tavern. Officially, this city was a
neutral place, for traders and meetings between the two Pirate
Lords that ruled the planet, but unofficially, Analdrun ran a
lot of his business through it. Not that he- it?- was the only
one guilty of it, her own captain ran a lot of goods through his
own 'Neutral Cities', but at least he had the decency to abolish
slavery within his borders. The slave trade was alive and well
here, and it made Asas instinctively rub the scar tissue on the
back of her neck.
Asas had been born a slave, and the Drell woman had spent the
majority of her life under masters like Analdrun, until Lokyan
and Hyun had killed her master shortly after their return to the
Galaxy at large. She'd spent a good deal of time studying
Shinobi arts under Hyun, and had taken up Jujutsu, the art of
fighting armed or armoured opponents either unarmed or with a
small blade, to that effect, she carried a tanto alongside her
normal silenced pistol. The first of many infiltrator units, she
spent a lot of time inside Analdrun's cities, and one of the new
arrivals did indeed catch her eye...
#Post#: 986--------------------------------------------------
Re: Pirate Campaign
By: Durandal Date: December 11, 2013, 11:11 pm
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The blonde haired man with an eye patch reclined back in his
chair at the bar. The crowd around him was growing rather large
at the moment. Asari slaves risked hours of brutal punishment
just to wander by to take a glimpse of what was going on.
"All in." The man said with a smirk as he pushed a mammoth
stack of credit chits into the center of the table. He reclined
back in his chair once more, taking a drink from one of the
Asari slaves and sipping on it with a smirk. The crowd grew
silent.
"You seem to have caught me at a disadvantage." The man across
from him spoke. For a pirate, the man was remarkably well
dressed, almost as if he was nobility of some sort. Being one
of the most successful pirates in the traverse had that effect.
Few people in the bar wouldn't recognize Captain Johannes
Alberic
"I do not have enough credits to continue." Captain Alberic
continued. "I could supplement the bet with merchandise from my
latest excursion. We have quite a bit of medical supplies that
would fetch a nice price..."
"My dear John, I am not interested in your drugs, or your
slaves, or the newest shipment of erotic VI simulations you've
stolen. But your ship...Now that would make for an interesting
wager." The blonde man with the eye patch interrupted.
"You must be mad!" Captain Alberic shouted in protest. "I will
not risk my...."
"That is a 20 million credit bet on the table right there. Now
you can either fold and walk away with your tail between your
legs. Or you can put that lovely ship of yours in the pot. The
choice is yours. Unless you are too much of a coward. In that
case I would simply walk away." The blonde man was calling the
captain out and putting his very honor on the table. The people
around were getting anxious. They were looking for a show.
Alberic could not back out now.
"I agree." Alberic said with stern look. The crowd gasped in
shock.
"Well then, after you." The blonde man retorted.
Alberic laid his cards out on the table. "Four kings." He said
as he spread the cards out before the one eyed blonde man.
Alberic sat there with a triumphant look in his eyes. The crowd
began to stir, but the blonde man simply sat there reclined.
Then with one hand, he flipped over all five of his cards,
spreading them out across the tattered felt. "Straight
flush..." The crowd erupted. The blond man simply smiled and
tipped his drink to the Captain, who was too stunned to move.
The blonde man stood up, wiping the mass of credit chits off the
table and into his long brown coat. "Docking bay 6 was it,
Captain? I trust you will keep your word and I will find no
trouble getting to my new ship yes?"
Captain Alberic simply sat there unresponsive.
"Well then I believe our business here is done. I have a new
ship to tend to." The blonde man said as he flicked a credit
chit towards an Asari slave and made his was through the crowd
towards the exit.
"Mr Westen!" Alberic's voice boomed from behind him, and the
blonde man paused for a moment and turned to face him.
"You may take my ship, but the next time we meet, I will have
your head!"
The one eyed blonde man simply smiled. "It is Captain Westen
once again. Remember that." And with that Tobias walked
triumphantly out of the bar.
#Post#: 989--------------------------------------------------
Re: Pirate Campaign
By: Revan.Lorz Date: December 11, 2013, 11:26 pm
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"This one does not seek a battle. This one desires to merely
speak. To speak as... friends. Come to this one's cabin. This
one is certain the other will see the value in coming to an
agreement." Analdrun awaited the drell's reply.
Thema, a tall, strong and well-armed black woman, stood just
behind the Hanar, holding her arms behind her back in a militant
'at ease' pose.
#Post#: 991--------------------------------------------------
Re: Pirate Campaign
By: NozzIvix Date: December 11, 2013, 11:31 pm
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Lokyan placed his hand over his face. "Well. I suppose it is
your turn to host one of our little gatherings. I'll be on your
ship within half a standard hour, I take it we're taking the
usual security measures?"
#Post#: 994--------------------------------------------------
Re: Pirate Campaign
By: Revan.Lorz Date: December 11, 2013, 11:37 pm
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"The other understands this one's intention well." Said Analdrun
before closing the comm channel, placing the phone back on its
holster.
#Post#: 995--------------------------------------------------
Re: Pirate Campaign
By: NozzIvix Date: December 11, 2013, 11:47 pm
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"Lokyan..." Hyun began in her native tongue, but she was cut off
by the Drell.
"I know you want to come." He replied in the same language. "But
you of all people know that if he turns on me in there, and I
don't walk out alive, you're the only one that can keep our
little revolution going." He smiled a little. "Besides, you know
that Hanar make for shitty Sushi."
"Fine. But you better take some Shinobi with you, it's our one
advantage over him, promise that you will."
"I Promise." He said as he walked away. "Pick your favourites
and have them meet me at the shuttle."
It wasn't long until the Drell, five pirates, and six Shinobi
were aboard the shuttle, headed for the belly of Analdrun's
slave ship.
(Yeah. I need to sleep. I'm out.)
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