*Somewhere in the Anoat Belt a small band of pirates lies in wait, planning to ambush a rival group as they return from their latest excursion. When the ships drop out of hyperspace, a dozen total corvettes and gunships rush in to harass them and successfully overwhelm the lighter, surprised force. A large cruiser then moves in while boarding parties commandeer the serviceable vessels. Those destroyed beyond repair are salvaged for parts, and the weapons and armor of the enemy pirates are confiscated and added to the armory.
A few moments later a TwinTail drops out of hyperspace, a surprise to all including the pilot who subsequently blames the somewhat-schizophrenic astromech. He attempts to avoid the pirates once spotting them, but fighters have already been sent to capture him. They don't get many X-wings around here much less a TwinTail, so any opportunity to add one to the collection is most eagerly taken. The pilot tries to fight them off, but they are exceptionally skilled pilots in their own rights. They manage to avoid his fire and corral the TwinTail using their version of Force Multiple Orbit while the cruiser approaches. Once within tractor range the fighters break off allowing a solid lock, then the TwinTail is pulled aboard.
The pilot pulls something from his belt as he jumps out of the cockpit surrounded by dozens of armed pirates, but they are hesitant to move against the pilot now armed with a blood red shaft of plasma. The order is given to hold, and a large Devaronian male steps forward, seemingly unarmed.*=???=
"Come with me. And put that thing away."
*The pilot does as he is told and follows the Devaronian to the captain's quarters. The latter knocks on the blast door and announces they have a guest, then an older, smaller, facially similar Devaronian steps out.*=???=
"Thank you, Barashal. Have his fighter stored with the MorningStars."
*The larger Devaronian, Barashal, bows and returns to the hangar as ordered. It quickly becomes apparent that this old devil is in charge, and the younger one is his son. He gestures for the pilot to step inside with him, walks to a desk to the left and removes a bottle of whiskey from a drawer and two shot glasses.*=???=
"Thirsty?"
*The pilot nods and starts to ask what's going on but is interrupted.*=???=
"I'm sure you're wondering what's going on. Well my boy, you've been captured by pirates. Luckily, if my son doesn't kill you where you stand it means you are of some use to us. Now judging from your appearance I'd say you haven't really got much going for you, eh? I can help. Lend us your skills and you will be rewarded handsomely. You keep what you kill or steal, you will receive a cut of anything acquired through your help proportional to your part, you will be given all the amenities of home and you will be protected. In return you must only follow orders and do your part to advance our cause. Do we have a deal, or would you rather end up like the scum we just eradicated prior to your arrival?"
*The pilot knocks back the first shot as he thinks, then clears his throat before answering.*=Pilot=
"We have a deal... Oh, whoever's running the still isn't letting your whiskey age nearly long enough. You may also want to invest in a couple wroshyr wood casks from Kashyyyk, gives the spirit a light smoky flavor with a bit more kick."
*The captain laughs and slaps his new recruit on the shoulder and pours him another.*=Fukaush=
"That must be my father's secret, I've tried for years to emulate his old brew. Ask Barashal next time you see him to take you to the still, you can teach the brewmaster personally. Anyways, welcome aboard! As you've probably guessed, I'm the captain of these here scoundrels, swindlers and scalliwags. Name's Fakaush, and we're on the Fakhthal Mor as we speak."
*The pilot has a shocked look on his face.*=Pilot=
"You speak it too? The infernal tongue?"
=Fukaush=
"Oh of course! A buddy in my unit taught it to me ages ago, a Nagai who turned out to be a Sith Lord. I sure wish I knew that then, someone like him would be invaluable to have in this business."
*The pilot's look of shock only grows.*=Dâgalûr=
"...You won't believe me, but he was my father. His father created the infernal tongue in an attempt to found a new sect of the Sith. I am the only one left. I am Dâgalûr Obûrgulu, and I am in your service."
*Dâg begins to bow but is stopped by Fukaush who insists that the son of his friend should bow to no one while aboard any ship in his command. The two talk for a time about their pasts, their business arrangement and other subjects until they've emptied the bottle of whiskey, then Dâg is shown to his quarters. Tomorrow he will begin the pirate's life.*
Mon Mar 15, 2010 12:08 pm 
