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Post by Morgan Halcyon on Aug 5, 2009 14:37:15 GMT -5
"Of all the bloody." Morgan grumbled as he walked off the ship, brushing off questions he might have gotten on the way.
It was just like Cass to run off by herself like that, just to prove a point.
The large man grumbled a bit more as he glanced around outside the dock for signs of Cassi. While he was angry with her, he was also angry with himself. One, for being stupid enough to forbid her of something and two, for avoiding her for the past few days.
He was both shocked and somewhat out of sorts that his girlfriend, with back with him only a few weeks, was pregnant. He was also nearly positive they were about to have a shotgun wedding sprung upon them.
This made him a bit edgy around Cassi. He did not want to remind her of the things he had forced her into--now, motherhood, and a marriage to a man who had broken her heart more than once before. He had thought she would not want to see him.
"Excuse me, Mister Halcyon, I presume." Came a slightly southern-accented voice behind him. The large man turned and saw a small, frail girl, possibly a year or possibly five years, younger than Cassi--it was hard to tell given how frail she looked. Her hair was a very dark brown color, and her eyes a matching shade. She was in a hover-chair with a lap-bar over her thin legs, and several strange machines hooked into it as well, which were, in turn, hooked into the fargile girl. She had a mask over her mouth which seemed to be hooked up to some sort of breathing aid, which she, gingerly removed. At her side were a pair of tall, striking woman in nurse's outfits who looked almost exactly like Katy or Eve, save for having brown hair and eyes.
And, despite her frailty, the riffraff and thugs of the docks parted like the sea to make room for her, with respect, and also, with fear.
But Morgan's eyes were first drawn to the sword resting across the lap-bar. Cassi's.
"My name is Vero E. C. Bessoons." She took a breath from the respirator. "I believe this belongs to you."
"Where'd you get it, then?" Morgan asked, eyes narrowing.
"I am not the culprit, I assure you, Mister Halcyon." Vero's voice was smooth and frail, like a thin glass sculpture, threatening to shatter into silence at any time. "My nurses and I discovered it over there." She pointed weakly further inland. "By reviewing the security tapes, it seems that Cassiopeia Hart was taken by Ford Tunstall's crew. I have a map to his coordinates if you wish."
Vero tried to hold out the sword, but she was too weak to do so. The right nurse android picked it up instead and handed it to Morgan.
"Why're you helping me on this?" He asked, grateful, to be sure, but always a bit suspicious.
"The kidnapping of pirates by other pirates is a dirty game, Mister Halcyon. As is slavery, which is his goal with your young wife-to-be. I am trying to make piracy a bit more..civilized." The frail trillionaire said softly, taking another breath from her respirator. "Now, I advise you hurry, sir, before certain liberties are taken with your young miss."
Morgan wanted to ask how Vero knew what she knew, but, from the corrdinates being beamed to his comm tablet, he decided to act first, ask later if he had the chance, and the tall, muscular man was sprinting before Vero had quite finished.
"Jo." he said into his comm, rage obvious in his voice. "We've got trouble."
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Post by Cassiopeia Reyes-Hart on Aug 5, 2009 15:26:26 GMT -5
Cassi slowly came to, her bleary eyes cracking open, for a moment too befuddled to really realize what was going on, or what was wrong. Cognizance was returning fast, however. Her wide silver eyes darted around her surroundings, fear increasing when she didn’t recognize the shabby room covered in tacky opulence that she currently found herself in. Warped and stained walls tried to hide behind expensive silk and embroidered throws and paintings, to no avail.
She herself was laying on a somewhat large bed, the mattress strangely firm, covered in expensive silk sheets, of which were stained here or there as well. Cassi didn’t want to study them too hard to find out just what they were stained with, though she could guess. And that was just one of the many things that started to make her shudder lightly with horror and mounting terror. Another would be the fact that her wrists and ankles were shackled with aerantium cuffs, each attached to a corner of the bed with just enough give for her to sit up. The blond did so, and then gave a few agitated yanks and twists in her bonds, but they held fast.
The after-effects of the tranquilizer they had used on her was fading quickly now, allowing Cassi to take in more of her dismal situation. Her clothes were gone, replaced with a collar around her neck and a sad attempt at a bikini of sorts—the edges made of a soft metal that molded to her shape and what little cloth there was between it being virtually see-through. The faint tremor racing through her frame got stronger.
It was a slaver-girl’s outfit.
She wondered who had undressed her, and almost as if summoned, two other women suddenly came into her line of sight. Both of them were dressed similarly to Cassi herself, with matching collars. One was tall and pale, with long brown hair. The other was a little shorter, dark-skinned, with short-cropped, soft black hair. Both of them neared when they saw she was awake.
“Please,” Cassi breathed, her wrists twisting in her cuffs. “Please, I-I don’t belong here.” The cold, hard knot of fear in her gut deepened as the two slaves just eyed her with matching expressions of helpless pity.
“Nobody belongs here, kid,” the shorter, darker girl heaved softly, a horrible finality in her tone. “Best you get used to it.”
“No, you don’t understand,” she pleaded softly. “I-I’m not a slave, I’m a pirate! Please, help me get out of here. I’ll make it worth your while, I swear.”
The tall one shook her head, expression tortured. “We can’t,” she whispered back. “We don’t have the keys. Only the Captain does. We . . . we’re only supposed to prepare you. The Captain . . . h-he’s to break you in before putting you up for auctioning.”
Cassi tried her best to steady her breathing, trying to fight down her fear and revulsion. It wouldn’t help her, and panicking was a death sentence. Logically she knew this, but unfortunately it was a very, very hard thing to accomplish in actual practice. She also did her best not to direct her anger at these two creatures in front of her. Slaves had no say in their own lives, had been trained and brainwashed extensively to have almost no desire or will for disobedience. The teen tried to take some measure of comfort from the fact that both women at least looked fairly sickened at the sight of her trussed up on the bed like a fresh kill.
“Please,” the tall one suddenly whispered hurriedly then, pulling a small vial of something out of her top. The shorter one gasped, eyes wide. “Please, take this. I-it will numb your senses. It will . . . make this bearable.”
“Hana!” the shorter one hissed, face paling with fear. “If the Captain catches you giving her that he’ll kill you!” Hana ignored her companion, continuing to stare at Cassi, who shook her head.
“No, I’ll not make myself witless,” she protested firmly. She couldn’t make good on an escape if she was drugged. Not to mention the fact that she had no idea what whatever it was Hana was trying to give her would do to her baby. Cassi felt another shudder of revolted horror chase through her system. No matter what, she couldn’t let them guess that she was pregnant. No doubt they’d have something on hand to force her to miscarry, as she doubted most men would want a woman heavy with child as a sex slave. Hana’s eyes watered with desperation at her refusal.
“Please,” she entreated again. “He’s going to do things to you—,”
“And if he does, I want to remember every atom of it,” Cassi growled low, her silver eyes narrowing with hardened determination. “I want to remember just what it is I’m going to kill him for.”
That set both of the women back, staring at her in surprise. Likely no one would expect such words from someone as gentle and innocent-looking as Cassiopeia. Little did they know that she had been fighting and killing battle-hardened soldiers for over half a year. She was no stranger to violence anymore, not by a long shot.
A moment later the door to the chamber suddenly opened, and Hana hurriedly stuffed the vial back in her top. The two girls turned, and all of them watched as a heavy-set form pushed his way inside. Cassi scowled, recognizing him instantly.
“Ford Tunstall,” she snarled. The fat toady of a man grinned.
“Aaah, I see my new pet is awake. Excellent.” He turned his attention briefly to the other girls, expression darkening slightly. “Get out.”
The two flinched like frightened mice, then hurriedly scurried from the room. Cassi did her best to gulp back her fear at that, sure that there had to be a very good reason why the two women feared this bastard so completely, which didn’t speak very well for her own chances.
Instead she did her best to shove such thoughts from her head, clinging to her anger. She twisted her wrists in the cuffs again. “Are you really this stupid? Kidnapping and assaulting the daughter of Josetta Hart?” When he just sneered at her, she continued coldly. “If you let me go now, I might find it in my heart to put this whole misunderstanding behind us and convince my mother not to slaughter you like the fat pig you are afterward.”
Tunstall just chuckled, completely unafraid. The fact that he was so self-assured ate away at her fragile confidence. Tunstall was lying, conniving, greedy and cruel, but he wasn’t stupid either, in most respects. He truly didn’t fear Josetta Hart’s retaliation, and there had to be a reason for that. He revealed it in his next words.
“Oh, precious. Hart’ll never track you down here. Our location is quite secret, and all of her ships are currently out of commission being repaired, anyhow. By the time Hart even guesses at where you might be, you’ll be broken in right nicely and fetching me a very tidy sum on the Block.” Tunstall had neared, and reached out to her now. Cassi tried to rear away, but he snatched her chin in his grip anyhow, and the teen winced at the bruising pressure he exerted. “Yes,” he breathed, and she shuddered a little at the lust and greed in his eyes. “I’ve never seen a body quite so fuckable as yours, my sweet. The lechers will want to pay an absolute fortune to get a piece of ass so young, so nubile. So pretty and soft . . .” Cassi tried to wrench her face away but he grabbed her back harder, forcing a slight choke of pain to escape past her clenched teeth. His dark eyes hardened. “Not to mention all the U.E. officers. I bet they’d all just jump at the chance to possess one of the Mages responsible for the death of hundreds of their comrades.” Cassi yelped when Tunstall shoved her hair back with his other hand, cruelly twisting the tip of one of her delicate, pointed ears. “And to properly punish you for it.”
Cassi waited until he’d released her ear. As soon as he did, she reared back and then head-butted him as hard as she could in the nose. Tunstall stumbled back slightly with a growl of pain. She only had a few seconds to bask in that, however, as in the next breath the scowling man slapped her, hard. Hard enough that she was thrown slightly to the side and her ears started ringing, tasting the blood in her mouth where the inside of her cheek split on the edge of her teeth. Cassi slowly righted herself, glaring up at him through her now heavily-mussed hair.
“You are so dead,” she hissed hatefully. Tunstall just chuckled again, reaching up to wipe away the faint trickle of blood that had oozed from one of his nostrils. He stared down at the smear on his palm for a moment before lashing out again, deceptively fast, this time with a vicious back-hand that threw Cassi onto the bed on her side with a loud, shrill yelp. Stars exploded in her brain, and for a moment all she could do was groan slightly at the fire licking the side of her face where he’d hit her.
“I think it’s time for your first lesson, my dear,” he growled somewhere above her.
Cassi struggled to sit up, to clear her head, but the pain was making it hard to concentrate. She heard him rustling in a drawer for something, and just managed to raise and turn. Her eyes widened at the syringe in his hands, and he chuckled nastily at her reaction.
“Yah, I got just the thing to loosen up those pretty thighs, sweetheart. One dose of this and you’ll beg me to fuck you. Over and over again. However I want it.” Cassi wrenched away from him as far as her cuffs would allow, the horror and the fear of her situation starting to override what precious bit of confidence and bluster she’d managed to cultivate.
“No!” she cried somewhat desperately. “Don’t!”
Tunstall of course didn’t care about her pathetic pleadings. He kept coming, and when she tried to twist out of the way he hit her again, nearly knocking her out from the force of the blow. Nearly, but not quite. Blood oozed somewhat from her nose and split lip while the foul pirate Captain injected the now-limp girl in the arm.
Almost immediately, fire started licking down her veins. Cassi moaned, unable to help herself, as that horrible fire pooled in her belly, spreading outward. Causing her nipples to pebble to impossibly hard, aching points, her loins to throb and burn, immediately damp and needy—the way only Morgan had ever managed to make her feel, before. And it got worse. With every second that ticked by, the drug pushed farther into her system, until the sensations became near-torturous. It felt like ants were crawling under her skin. She needed someone, anyone, to touch her. To make the ache stop. She was going to go mad, otherwise.
Cassi arched off of the bed somewhat, moaning and twisting somewhat futilely in her bonds, now nearly out of it and largely unaware of her actions. Above her, Tunstall just grinned in anticipation, licking his lips. “Beautiful,” he growled under his breath, taking in the very arousing sight of the beautiful girl caught in the throes of her need. “You’re gonna make me a bloody fortune, pretty,” he hissed. Then he reached for her bountiful tits, giving them a squeeze and relishing in the nearly tortured groan it wrung from her throat. “But not before I have some fun with you first.”
Tunstall knelt on the bed and between her legs after shoving them apart, grinding himself against her heat with a loud groan of his own. She mewled at that, one torn between unwilling pleasure and disgust. She was a fighter, this one. Most girls couldn’t fight the terrible pull of the drug he’d given her, but this one was doing her damndest. Tunstall just grinned.
A fortune, indeed.
The heavy-set pirate had just managed to undo her top, and was reaching for the bounty it revealed, when the slight sounds of a scuffle outside hit his ears. He tensed, turning toward the door.
“What the fuck—,”
Tunstall never finished his sentence, as in the next breath the door to his chamber was exploding off its hinges and clattering loudly across the room. Revealing the tall, black-clad form of the Dervish standing in the doorway, glowing grav-knuckles encased around both powerful fists and death in his narrowed dark eyes.
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Post by Morgan Halcyon on Oct 22, 2009 14:29:08 GMT -5
"Pick up a weapon." Morgan growled through his teeth. Tunstall did not need to be told twice and reach for a laser pistol at his side. But, before the heavy pirate could so much as grip the handle, Morgan "The Dervish" Halcyon was across the room and drove a non-powered uppercut into the captain of the Buccaneer's jaw, enough force behind it that he flew backwards, into a wall wityh a heavy thud. He got, wobbling, back to his feet, and regained his senses just as Morgan's fist pounded like a pile-driver into his stomach. Tunstall doubled over, and the good pirate used this opportuntity to smash him in theface with his powerful knee, grab him by the back of his shirt, and run him head-first into another nearby wall.
Tuntall stumbled onto his ass, holding his head, obviously quite dazed. Morgan lifted the obese pirate by his lapel one-handed and began to repeatedly punch him in the face. Tunstall's face was a bloody mess but then, suddenly, Morgan stopped, dropping the other pirate and backing away.
The reason became immediately obvious--pummeled half to death or not, he had managed to finally draw that laser pistol.
"I...gonna send you...to hell with your slut, Dervish." He got onto unsteady legs, gun still pointed at Morgan.
Morgan backed up, legs at the side of the bed, hands up.
"I always get what I want." Tunstall growled through the haze. But, before he could fire, the two slaves from before grabbed his arm and pulled it away. Morgan saw his chance, ran forward, grav knuckles activated, and smashed the outstrechted arm. The bone crumbled like paper, and the slaves let go, letting his limb hang feebly from the shattered socket.
Tunstall screamed in pain and stumbled back against the wall again, slumping to the floor, eyes locked on his shattered arm.
"You've looked better, Ford." Came Josetta Hart's voice as she sauntered in, Andromeda right behgind her.
"Oh God, Cassi." The doctor swore.
"Get her out of here, Andi. But be careful. With that drug, she's even going to respond to you." The Captain said, stepping beside her first mate. Morgan was restraining himself, only just barely.
"You know, Ford. They say there's no justice in this universe. That no one really gets what they deserve." In the background, the bonds were removed from the two slave girls. A few more had also been rounded up. Tunstall could also see they were being handed rifles.
"Girls? The power's in your hands now." Hart said, stepping back. Morgan stepped back as well, a bit more grudgingly.
The first slave walked up to him and raised her gun. The more meek one from earlier walked up to her and lower the rifle quickly. Then, the meek one lifted hers, butt first, charged Tunstall, and began to beat him repeatedly with the butt of the rifle. The others quickly joined her. Blood sprayed across their faces as they became almost maniacal as frustration, rage, pain, and humiliation condensed into a murderous frenzy
Hart's smirk faded, replaced by a cold stare. "Justice is served, asshole."
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Dr. Andromeda Reyes
Sailor of the Eight Planets
Plunder's Heart Chief Medical Officer
I've given up everything for my sister once. I wouldn't test my loyalty if I were you.
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Post by Dr. Andromeda Reyes on Oct 22, 2009 15:24:35 GMT -5
As much as the righteous fury pumping in her veins demanded that Andromeda do more to that vile excuse of a human being other than give him the dirtiest, most hateful glare she could muster--a part of her recognized that the small group of ravaged girls deserved that vengeance far more than she did. And from the sounds coming out of that room, Andromeda had very little doubts that that vengeance was being delivered.
For now, she shoved all thought of Tunstall from her mind and focused on her sister. The slender doctor had managed to half-carry, half-drag her out into the hallway for now, not having the strength to go any farther. Cassi herself was in no condition to be moved any great distance at the moment either, moaning pitiably in a mixture of intense pain and grudging pleasure. Which might have unnerved most, but as good of a doctor as she was, Andromeda was able to be completely objective about it.
Andromeda knelt to Cassi, reaching out to check the pulse beat at her throat, and then carefully checking her pupil dilation--gently forcing her sister to be still and accept the examination when she tried to mewl in protest and squirm away. Whatever drug Tunstall had pumped into her, he'd obviously used way more than necessary. Andromeda worried on her lower lip as her medical mind assessed the threat. Her pulse was way to high, pupils completely dilated and only a very tiny ring of their silver color now visible. Cassi was also shaking in throes, sweating and her whole body beginning to flush an unnatural red.
All in all, her heart was beating far too fast. Which definitely wasn't good for her, but more importantly it could prove devastatingly fatal to the fragile quickening in her womb. Without knowing how, Andromeda was almost positive that--even if Cassi was afraid and unsure about her pregnancy now--if she lost this baby she would be a very long time in recovering from the heart ache. Unfortunately to counteract the effects, Andromeda needed to know exactly what it was that Tunstall had dosed her with. There were several different poisons to choose from, unfortunately, many of which mirrored the same symptoms. And a cure for one could prove fatal to another.
"Cassi, sweetie," Andromeda called in a tone mixed between a sister's gentleness and a physician's sternness. "I need to know what Tunstall gave you. What drug did he give you?"
Cassi twisted away from the hold her sister tried to maintain, arching somewhat on the floor and breathing heavily. "Please," was all she managed to whimper, and the unsteady lilt of her voice revealed that Cassi was probably completely unaware of who Andromeda was or where they were. Only concerned with the fire burning through her insides. "Please, it hurts. So bad! Please!"
Andromeda's heart lurched painfully, but she forced herself to remain firm.
"I know it hurts, honey, but I can't dose you with anything until I know what it is that he used."
Delirious, Cassi just sobbed and continued to thrash, clawing somewhat at her abdomen. Andromeda looked up when a shadow fell over them, meeting Morgan's gaze--which now torn between lingering fury and an achingly protective tenderness. If she still had doubts as to the strength of his feelings for her sister, that looked killed what was left of them.
"Morgan, quick, go and check the room and see if you can find any more of what he might have used on her."
"No good," Jo called grimly from where she had appeared in the doorway, a handful of empty syringes in her hand. "Every damn one of them is empty," she heaved, tossing them away with a curled lip of disgust. "And none of the others know the name of it either."
Andromeda turned back to Cassi, scowling with frustration. "If I don't dose her with something and get her heart rate down, she's definitely going to miscarry that baby. If not suffer a heart attack herself."
Cassiopeia let out another strangled cry. Morgan seemed to hesitate for only a hairsbreadth before the big man was suddenly on his knees beside the younger girl. Before Andromeda had a chance to caution him against it, he had her picked up off the floor and near-cradled in his lap, holding her to his chest with both arms wrapped and locked tight around her slender frame. As if by his strength and his will alone he might be able to protect her and keep her from breaking. He whispered something in her neck, too low and soft for Andromeda to pick it out. And, amazingly, Cassi responded to it. She lifted her head a little, staring up at him with bleary eyes and a faintly lost expression.
"M-Morgan?" she mumbled, sounding far-away, as if stuck in a dream and unable to wake.
"Aye, luv," he murmured back, his normally stoic, deadpan tone gone soft and gentle even as he pushed a few tendrils of tangled blonde hair from her flushed, sweat-streaked face. It was then that Andromeda finally realized just how and why her tender-hearted, lovable sister could love him.
Still shaking slightly, Cassi licked at her dry, faintly trembling lips. "Morgan, he touched me," she tried to explain, tears welling up. The First Mate just shook his head, dark eyes firm.
"He's dead, Cass," he pronounced stonily. "And that's all that needs to be said about it."
Cassi just nodded, and then gave an especially violent tremor. Sensing that her sister's hard-won lucidity was about to deteriorate yet again, Andromeda quickly interceded.
"Quick, Cassi. What can you remember about what Tunstall dosed you with."
Cassi turned her head a little, and seemed like she tried to focus on her sister but couldn't quite manage it. "It was . . . it was orange," she managed after a few more unsteady pants. "Thick. L-like . . . like glue. It . . . b-burns like ants," she gasped out then, before suddenly twisting in Morgan's hold with a loud cry, her muscles seizing.
Andromeda was already diving for her surgical kit, however. In seconds she had the necessary drug prepped, and shortly after that delivered it into the fleshy part of Cassi's hip.
A tense moment or two after that, Cassi went completely limp in Morgan's hold. Eyes closed, she slipped into blessedly peaceful unconsciousness.
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Post by Admiral Hart on Oct 29, 2009 15:42:47 GMT -5
Hart sat in her new office, in an incredibly comfortable red chair. The twin swords of John Melrose, most famous priate in the solar system, hung behind her.
The past few days had been difficult, and at many times unfortunate, but it felt good to be back in the saddle, so to speak. To finally be back at the Cove, among other pirates, to have her ship being put together. To have one of her daughters home and safe.
"Captain." Patches said, her white hologram hanging in the air to her side. "The new recruit has arrived."
"Okay, send her in."
The door slid open, and the AI's voice said, "You may come in now." to the girl on the other side.
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lynn
Cabin Boy
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Post by lynn on Oct 29, 2009 15:52:11 GMT -5
Lynn jumped for a moment at the sound of the AI she had been busy inspecting things while trying to not look to obvious about it. She rushed through the now open door. She walked over to Captain Hart and trust out her hand "Hi! I am Lynn so very nice to meet you. You have just about the most wonderful ship ever." The girl smiled widely. She was clean but yet still managed to look dirty. Her clothing clearly not made for her hung bulky on her frame. It was almost impossible to make out the girls build.
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Post by Admiral Hart on Oct 29, 2009 15:59:07 GMT -5
Hart smirked a little and then took her hand, motioning for the girl to sit. The priate admiral smiled at her and said, "Welcome to the Plunder's Heart, Miss Lynn. And yes, it is the best ship ever, thanks for noticing." She sat back down herself and leaned back in her chair, propping her boots on the dark wood desk in front of her. "Now, tell me a bit about yourself and why I should hire you."
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lynn
Cabin Boy
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Post by lynn on Oct 29, 2009 16:03:59 GMT -5
Lynn plopped down in the chair pulling her legs up to her chest as she looked at the captain. She rested her chin on her knees and grinned. "Because there isn't a tinkering I can't tinker. I come cheap just a place to sleep and food. I don't need anything else!"
Lynn dropped her legs to the ground and leaned forward in the chair "You HAVE to let me work for you. I will do anything just so long as I can spend some time in the engine room....it does have one right? I mean of course it does but I mean...I know so little about this ship. Other than it's AMAZING! Could you tell me how you got it? I mean I would just die to know."
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Post by Admiral Hart on Oct 29, 2009 16:08:40 GMT -5
"Oh, I stole it from a high-security installation on Serpentine." She said as if that was a simple, casual, everyday thing for her. "And tinkering's all well and good Miss Lynn, but right now I don't want to know about your qualifications, I want to know about you, as a person. Give me the story of your life." Hart asked, adding, "This isn't all my curiousity, either. I'm going to need to make a security check on you before we take you on board and the more facts I know that easier it'll be for Patches to see if you really are who you claim to be." She gestured to the floating wolf-girl hologram.
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lynn
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Post by lynn on Oct 29, 2009 16:20:28 GMT -5
Lynn looked to the hologram and ooo'ed. She then looked back to the Admiral "There really isn't much to tell. You can look me up all you like I am sure my birth has a record but not much else to say about me. I was born on earth to my mom and dad. Mom did odd jobs. Dad was an engineer best there ever was. He taught me everything I know." She sat up a little straiter and looked proud.
"Mom died when I was about eight or so just got real sick and passed. Dad never was the same without her. He passed last year. They didn't leave me no money or anything so I have been doing odd jobs here and there. finally saved enough money to make it out here. I always wanted to work on a ship but I don't have no formal training. So no one will give me a chance. But I swear to you on my moms soul that I DO know what I am doing. My dad says I was born with the gift." She looked at Admiral Hart with big earnest eyes.
"Please let me work for you! I will be loyal I will keep my mouth shut I will do what needs doing save for a few tiny things. I wont be in the way."
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Post by Admiral Hart on Oct 29, 2009 16:26:52 GMT -5
Hart shrugged after a moment contemplating. "Eh, that's good enough for me. Now, I'm the admiral, yeah, but the chief engineer'll probably have his own tests for you. I don't really need someone else in the engineering room, either. What I do need, however, is someone who can fix things all around the ship that need fixing. Unlike the old ship, this one's big enough that all our core engineers need to stay where they are. If you want the job, there's a terminal in Fire Control East that you need to sit at for a few hours and get down the basics of the ship."
The Pirate stood up again and held out her hand. "Assuming your background checks out alright, welcome aboard the Plunder's Heart. Patches here can lead you to the terminal."
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lynn
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Post by lynn on Oct 29, 2009 16:29:37 GMT -5
Lynn jumped up from her chair beaming. She looked torn between wanting to hug the Admiral and thinking better of it. She just bounced a little where she stood. "Oh yes Admiral! I would be glad to! Thank you so much I promise I won't let you down!"
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Eve Crossbones
Cabin Boy
Beast in Wolf's Clothing
Slow or fast? Either way, you're not long for this world.
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Post by Eve Crossbones on Oct 29, 2009 16:44:20 GMT -5
"No kid, I'm sure you won't." Hart said with a smile.
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Vero Bessons lay on a hospital bed, her nurses flanking her and taking her vitals, adjusting the drip flow of her IVs, and making sure all of the breathing aparatus she was using remained intact. The frail girl looked into a nearby viewcreen and said, "I did what you said, Mama."
"The girl was returned? The pirates are in your debt? The Buccaneer is captainless?" The voice asked. She nodded.
"Yes Mama."
"Good girl. You've made Mama proud." The face to match the voice was Eve's. "Now, Mama has to get to work."
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Tunstall's crew had no funeral for him. They threw him in the garbage with the other trash and hit the incinerator immediately after.
Of course, once their captain was disposed of, the infighting began. Everyone had a different idea on who would make the better leader, and it usually involved themselves. The biggest bully dead, all of the little ones found themselves desiring a hiring place on the totem pole.
It was when they began to form teams and alliances of backstabbers when, for the second time that day, the intruder alarm went off.
At first they thought it was a concubine robot. Then she punched a couple crewmen through the chest and they realized this was, in fact, a combat model.
"Good morning scum. My name is Eve Crossbones. I'm your Captain now. Disobey me, cross me in any way, and you die. Heh, I may kill you anyway if I feel like it. Any questions?"
Most of the crew that was left consisted of those smart enough not to voice any complaints.
"Good. Now for our first step, refitting this piece of scrap. Fortunately for us, I get a...discount at Vero." She said with a smirk. "By the time I'm finished with this ship, the solar system won't recognize it." She paused thoughtfully. "At least, not until it's already too late."
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