- Character Profile
- Mad Dog
- Dec 26, 2020
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A lonely Curich-class Shuttle was barreling through space, seemingly on just another day's business, everything going normally for the small crew of civilian transporters, not that they could possible have known, but they were none the wiser to the king of the Pyke Syndicate, and his right hand having booked a ticket under false names for passage from Ruusan to Dressel aboard their modest vessel. It was a decent ship to be sure, and had been modified to suit their profession even better, more than half of its cargo space had been altered to accommodate more passengers, a benefit to the crew @Rafe was sure, however such modification would soon be a benefit to themselves..
Given the ship's specs Rafe knew there would only be about three or so working the ship, and since he and @Mae Tecono had been sitting peacefully in their seats for most of the time they'd been onboard, except when Rafe got up to take a leak in the lavatory, Rafe had already noted the intense lack of armed security.. though that was why he and Mae had picked this route, so he was not at all surprised to have only seen a few so far, with a decent likelihood one or two more waiting in more secured areas.
Rafe was returning from his second lavatory visit, though this time it was only to puff on a death stick, it was rare for Rafe to go so long without one, or two.. or more.. the spice was making its rounds through his enormous system when he reached his seat to find Mae waiting patiently for him..
They'd run about half the route, and Rafe supposed it was about time they got started. There were roughly one hundred souls onboard, and each one worth a little bit each, but together worth a decent amount to the ever growing Pyke slaver ring.
As Rafe sat down he looked down to Mae, this should be a pretty simple plan, kick around a bit, probably kill a few, and take the ship, bing bang boom, home free.. but things always had a way of not going to plan.. Ready? Rafe asked.