Well, this was a tad confusing. First Jade had wanted the Pykes to prove their worth, to join the front line and barrage bolt after bolt, and now she wanted them to guard the gate? The door. Tysjor was not alone in his speculations. What lies beyond that door? What is it you want in that building, Captain Jade, that you don’t want us to know?
Now, however, was not (yet) the time to put a bolt in the Twi’lek’s skull. Cul would let this play out, would cull the herd when the time might prove itself, though he was still banking on not. The Pyke Syndicate was not what it once was, Jade was right about that, and having these mercenaries crew the bridge of a corvette besides Pykes more remained a worthwhile endeavor.
“Fine,” Cul replied simply to Tysjor’s offer of the datarod. There was little doubt that it would be of use. Tysjor might not have had the brains that his counterpart did, but he had enough to recognize value when it stared him in the face, and conceal it. “We shall exchange our reapings after this rapine.”
Moments later and the Lonely Cubs had proven that the lives inside the colony’s headquarters had lost them and their moments too. “It is done,” Jade grinned, blood spattered on her outfit, clearly not her own.
Beside her, a pet Quarren dragged an Aqualish by the collar, saying nothing as his captain spoke for him and toward two Pykes. “This one is coming with us.”
“Why?” Cul asked plainly.
Jade narrowed her gaze as though the question might not have been warranted. “Because he is worth more to me alive than dead. And because I said so.”
“Very well,” Cul complied. There were clearly some more moves to this dance than met the eye. I will find out, one way or the other. “Then let’s leave.” He took a brief moment to survey the death and destruction all around. “This settlement is isolated enough, your ship took out the comm towers well enough, but I don’t want to be here when any authority arrives.”
That made Jade chuckle. “Have you forgotten, Pyke? I am the authority.”
As the Captain made to leave, Cul had a feeling he was thinking the same thing as Tysjor. Not for long.
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Now, however, was not (yet) the time to put a bolt in the Twi’lek’s skull. Cul would let this play out, would cull the herd when the time might prove itself, though he was still banking on not. The Pyke Syndicate was not what it once was, Jade was right about that, and having these mercenaries crew the bridge of a corvette besides Pykes more remained a worthwhile endeavor.
“Fine,” Cul replied simply to Tysjor’s offer of the datarod. There was little doubt that it would be of use. Tysjor might not have had the brains that his counterpart did, but he had enough to recognize value when it stared him in the face, and conceal it. “We shall exchange our reapings after this rapine.”
Moments later and the Lonely Cubs had proven that the lives inside the colony’s headquarters had lost them and their moments too. “It is done,” Jade grinned, blood spattered on her outfit, clearly not her own.
Beside her, a pet Quarren dragged an Aqualish by the collar, saying nothing as his captain spoke for him and toward two Pykes. “This one is coming with us.”
“Why?” Cul asked plainly.
Jade narrowed her gaze as though the question might not have been warranted. “Because he is worth more to me alive than dead. And because I said so.”
“Very well,” Cul complied. There were clearly some more moves to this dance than met the eye. I will find out, one way or the other. “Then let’s leave.” He took a brief moment to survey the death and destruction all around. “This settlement is isolated enough, your ship took out the comm towers well enough, but I don’t want to be here when any authority arrives.”
That made Jade chuckle. “Have you forgotten, Pyke? I am the authority.”
As the Captain made to leave, Cul had a feeling he was thinking the same thing as Tysjor. Not for long.
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