A Meeting of Privateers (Ask)

[Ols]

Kyle pushed a rodain out of his way as he walked into the cantina. Although it was on galactic centre, it looked like it should belong on the backstreet of some dodgy world. The Rodian turned agnrily, but looking up at Kyle's biceps he decided against it. He walked up to the barman and sat down heavily. He had felt an instinct to come here, now, and he knew that his instincts were the Force.

By trade he was a pirate and he was bored of being on land, he wanted to be back in space causing havoc, it was what he did best. He smiled an evil grin at the barman and asked for an ale.

 

[Will]

Ivan Valtiere saw the man he was to meet. His trained eye caught the glint of a lightsabre. He sat next to the man, not looking at him, and ordered a glass of water. He looked sidelong to the man, and smiled, showing his fangs. ''I saw your ship. One that i have seen before, making raids on puny trade vessels. You're close to my territory. I suggest you join us.'' It was a simple proposition, with only one answer Ivan wanted.

 

[Ols]

Kyle heard him, but did not start. He finished a long swig from his pint and replaced it on the table. Without taking his gaze from the glass he spoke, "And 'us' is?"

 

[Will]

''The Bloodied hand Pirates, the only organised pirate flotilla in the whole of republic space. We could use a man of your skills. You seem apt to fight in the close quarters of ships, especially with your 'skills'. What do you say?'' He asked, extending a hand gloved in black leather gauntlets with glod studs on the knuckles.

 

[Ols]

He heard his proposition, this man was certainly to the point. His crew was decent, but he was getting bored of petty raids. He wanted to be a famous pirate, guilty of thousands of raids, deaths and thefts. He finally looked at the man, taking in a strange sight. He extended his strong arms and returned a firm handshake, "Kyle Prowe, pirate Zabral. And you are?"

 

[Will]

''Ivan Valtiere, Pirate Lord of the Bloodied hand Pirates. I'll give you co-ordinates to our Haven.'' He handed him a datapad, and took a drink of his water.

 

[Ols]

He took the datapad and thought to himself. He voiced his questions, "I take it you have some kind of hierachy, where would I fit in? And how much do I get paid?"

 

[Will]

''Well, i need someone to take control of all the boarding actions. You seem to fit perfectly. You get a higher cut of the stash than the regulars, and the party leaders, on par with the smuggling director, and starfighter commander.'' He handed him the percentage cut, knowing he would like it.

 

[Ols]

His grin widened, showing his pointed teeth, "I think that sounds fair," he said, happy, "And would I keep my old ship, or would you give me a new one?"

He had seen some nice new corvettes at the docks. He might sell his old freighter and comandeer one of those. And he would need a new hat, he was not wearing one now and the bandana he had was okay in combat, it did not get in the way, but he wanted something a little bigger.

 

[Will]

''You may keep your ship, for now...'' He smiled. ''I'm planning on upgrading to a frigate soon, so my ship may come onto the market shortly.'' He stopped for a moment to think. ''Anything else you wanted, or shall we call it a day, and meet at the den?''

 

[Ols]

"What is your ship?" he said, if it was better than one of the new corvettes he need not trouble himself, but if it was not he would be off to the docks.

 

[Will]

''The Aegis, one of the best corvettes the Republic had to offer, before it ran afoul of me. I have upgraded it as much as possible, but i want something with... more presence... if you catch my drift. It's docked in orbit, it's too large to land in the planetside docks.'' He looked for the response. This man seemed perfect for a life of pirating, especially leading the deadly boarding parties.

 

[Ols]

"Then we have an accord," he said, annoyed he would not get to steal, but then again, he did not think he could be bothered with the effort, "I shall return to my ship and meet you at your...base."

 

[T.J]

Daxter took a swig of his ale as he sat at the bar of the cantina. He was eavesdropping on the two men as they talked about a new partnership or something like that, the talking and random sounds that the cantina emitted caused the words to become garbled as he strained to listen. When the word pirate met his ears he knew he was listening to the right people. He his pint of ale over to the passed out drunk sitting next to him and stood up. He turned and walked over to the two men, his armor softly clinking together with his stride. He sat down in the seat that was empty at the table, " So I hear you boys have privateering operation. I wouldn't mind joining up, sounds like fun." He knew doing something like that could get himself killed, but since he had nothing left to live for he didn't really care.

 

[Ols]

"And who are you?" asked Kyle, menacingly. He was only new in the partnership, but he was high up in it in terms of senority, as he had discussed. He had a right to ask him this.

 

[T.J]

" The names Daxter, Daxter Shae." He said with a grin on his face. Of course they wouldnt be able to see it, having a visor covering your face made it kinda hard to see someones facial features. He was happy he didnt have to kill anyone today for just asking them a question.

 

[Ols]

"And what do you do, Daxter?" he asked, his teeth still bared.

 

[T.J]

" Alittle bit of everything actually. Smuggling, killing, piloting, you name ive done it." Daxter wasnt intimidated by the kids barred teeth, he actually had to keep himself from laughing at the attempt. He was able to keep his composure though, as he wanted to see where this venture would take him.

 

[Ols]

The armoured man was very confident in himself, and that could be fatal, especially in the prescence of a pirate lord and a force sensitive almost a head taller than him and with muscles as hard as his armour, "Well you have wuite the repertois, but it is perhaps up to my...colleague to decide this."

 

[Will]

''Well. I see you don't know how we work. I contact you. I don't take little people running up to grab at my coat tails. '' He looked at the armoured man. ''What is your ship?'' He asked. He had knowledge of most pirates in the sector, and of their ships.