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Postby Kyuria » Sat Nov 20, 2010 1:28 pm



Out in the dark vast void of space, the ties that bind completely break. Men go their separate ways, taking their ideas and beliefs with them. They slowly grow and change, and when they meet, they are two completely different creatures.

Out in the vast dark void of space, laws and rules mean nothing. As such, they degrade, and are forgotten. No rules, or governance can possibly stretch across the entire surface of the emptiness, and they give up before long.

Nations rise and fall. And the only witness is the cruel cruel mistress of fate. It is here that lawless bands form, and prey upon the sheep of great empires. Plundering and destroying, these power hungry men, women, and sometimes even children only care about them selves. Fueled by greed, hatred and all manner of reasons, they seek to destroy and pillage for their own gain. The nations of the stars have banded together in this one ideology: Eliminate the pirates!

Across the galaxy, for every star, there are countless pirates all seeking the same thing; pillage, plunder, destroy, and become rich.

These dredges of society can pull themselves together, band up into mighty forces and topple even the biggest giants. Great pirate fortresses, fleets, even empires emerge. The entire universe is locked in a veritable state of war. Any where and every where, there is a presence easily felt. The pirate forces are not to be under estimated.

~Great Pirate Fort Mildatonia

He looked out through the massive view port, larger than any battle ship. The great fortress, the size of a large moon orbited a massive cluster of blue and purple stars. This was the ultimate pirate headquarters.

"War is brewing,........... a truely great war is. Yisssssss indeed. As pirate king,... it is my duty to,... to what?" The black shadow paced the entire length of the room, debating to himself what he should do.


~Great Imperial Capital Etesque

"We must fight them!!!" "Destroy them all!!!" "They are a plague!!!" The council, leaders of empires around the galaxy had been called to fugre out what was to bee done about the threat. They had agreed something must be done. And so, the militaries and polices of the universe prepared to fight.

~Great Space Forces HQ Aldetaria

"Old friend, is it time yet? I must ask, why do you do this?" The Space Forces HQ rivaled the Pirates, equally as big and powerful, it orbited EDEN, the most densely populated and most important planet in the galaxy. The lone figure, in a room identical to the pirate kings just stood,.... brooding over the future to come.






Pirate ship Lil' Browny

The ships departed the the pirate HQ, on it's first mission in a month. The general feel aboard was one of worry, the crew constantly wondering what the captain would do next. He had broken the habit of the normal pirate, and raided a science vessel instead of a cargo ship, and had stuck around to fight the battle ship sent in to rescue it. They had won, but most of the crew was dead, and the damage severe. So he towed his catch, science vessel and battle ship back the the HQ for repairs, refitting, resupplying, and most importantly, to get more crew. Everyone brave enough had been hired on the spot, those he didn't like he could just kill anyway.

"I dare say captain, whats gotten into you?"

He stirred now, standing at a good 23 ft hunched over. He flicked his massive tail once impudently.

"Eeeeh,... I don't know quite right me lassie,... but in the end, it all worked out no? Call the new crew up here, I wanna meet em' and go over somethings before we set sail, take us to Sima Port. Go purchase some weapons while were there."

Bleep bloop! "All personnel to report to the main theatre hall for an address from the captain."


OOC: Alright, i left it pretty open, so let's see your intros!
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Postby Esternial » Sat Nov 20, 2010 2:27 pm

There's a thin line between sanity and madness. A line easily crossed without one even noticing they've passed it, unaware of their minds slipping away from their grasp.

I've crossed this line more than I can remember. There's pretty much a large red button that open a door to the other side. You might wonder how or why, but I wouldn't know the goddamn answer if it'd hit me on the head. I should have gone insane years ago. But, maybe I am? Maybe I'm already insane and don't realize it? Things that you might find crazy and irrational may seem like daily business to me. But if you'd follow that logic, everyone would be crazy. So would you. From my point of view, you'd be insane as well.

So how do we determine who's insane and who's not?

Maybe they are the ones that ask the most questions, or maybe that's just proof that we're sane, proof that we still have our mind under control. I question many things, but I don't stop and think about it. No, I don't have fucking time for that. When people are shooting and hurling lethal objects towards you, would you have the goddamn time to think about the consequences that bullet might have to those you fire it at? No. You just think of how that guy is gonna fall to the ground, his blood gushing out of a circular hole made by your weapon, your hands.

Maybe you're insane because you kill, but lots of sane people kill others. It's part of 'business'. Well, I kill for business, would that make me sane? Would I be less sane if I killed for fun? I probably would be. Sane people don't kill for fun. People that cut other people's throats with a piece of glass or impale them on a metal pole are insane. Or are they? Maybe they didn't have any weapons? Maybe that piece of glass is the only thing they have? Who can determine who is sane and who isn't? When you're sane, it's hard to determine who's not and the same counts the other way around, doesn't it?

"Logan! Finish him off and get over here!"

I shake my head as I hear faint words pass, they seem unclear, like a foreign language. Gradually they become clear and comprehensible and I look around. I'm holding a knife. The blade of the knife disappearing into the neck of a young man, trying to cling to life even though the last grains of sand have already passed. It's pathetic. He tries to speak, but it seems I damaged his vocal chords. Silly how one relies so much on voice alone to communicate. Blood is filling his mouth, slowly gushing out like a small waterfall. Small drops hit the floor, each one sounding like a silent drum. I turn the knife, slowly, before I pull it out and drop the lifeless body on the floor, allowing vast quantities of crimson liquid to color the metal floor.

"Alright, I placed the charge, let's get out of here"

Once again, it takes time before I fully comprehend the words. I obediently follow the man through the halls, taking turn after turn until we finally arrive at a door. He opens the door and smirks, closing it behind us as we make our way to our ship, leaving the craft we boarded only minutes ago. I look at my knife and see the blood. I always wondered how it tasted...

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Postby Coyell » Sat Nov 20, 2010 3:58 pm

Huaff piloted the Vendetta slowly into the docking bay. HE set down the ship and told his two droid companions to stay with the ship and shoot anyone who cant explain why they're there in two seconds.
He pulled up his hood over his head, make sure his blaster pistol was loaded and stepped onto the ramp that would lead him downto the pirate world. He didn't eve know its name, but he did know that an unkown contact had offered him a contract from this planet. He walked through the congested streets, until finally coming to the Muddy Photon cantina. He quickly spotted a humanoid sittng in the corner, looking at him. He apporoached the person and sat down. "So, I hear you have work for me?"
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Postby Ih8uwannakillu » Sat Nov 20, 2010 5:06 pm

Riviajja Shialan Halimanna, first Kaldaka Svih Maekrix of the Dragonan imperial navy, moaned sleepily as he rolled over on his soft matters, smiling as he felt a soft breath of warm air on his face and the gentile stroking of a hand along his muzzle. Slowly he opened one of his shimmering grey-iris-d eyes, his vision taking a moment to focus, his smile widening as he took in the face of the smiling red-gold scaled Dragona before him.
"Hey you" He murmured sleepily, purring as his bed mate kissed him softly
"Hey... Captain" the other man giggled softly, hugging Riviajja "You're wanted..." he continued in the same soft tone
"Oh?"
"Yea... Guiel'va said we're about to arrive in the Milky Way, said you should probably get up there..."
"But... but I'm comfy here!!"
"You didn't get given this fancy new post for being comfy, Mr" the green Dragona smiled, taping Riviajja's nose "Up! Go! Bridge!" he softly barked, pushing Riviajja out of bed and grining as he performed a perfect front flip, landing on his feet and scowling in mock anger at him.

Grudgingly, Riviajja stumbled across the room with its black walls, accented with golden highlights at the edges, resting his scaled hand on the dividing wall and pushing himself forwards into the bathroom. Shaking himself vigorously he stepped into the shower in the far corner of the room, purring as the red light set above it glowed softly, a low whine coming from within the cubicle as the sonic shower cast the dirt and sweat of the night from his scaled form.

20 minutes later, Riviajja walk proudly onto the bridge of his new ship, the IDN Ssej Marinxar, back straight, head held high and a smile upon his face that showed off every one of his glistening fangs.
"Guiel'va, this'd better be important... If I had to leave my warm bed and my mate then I swear I'll get in that tank and throttle you..." he growled in a falsely-threatening tone.
"You know as well as I that the high council'd have your entrails for killing one of their most experienced Phi-breeds" the pitch-black humanoid, his face featureless save for a vague bulge where his nose should be, floating in the tank at the back of the bridge retorted in a perfectly calm, almost emotionless voice "But seeing how you ask, we're literally about to drop out of transwarp"
Nodding, the captain strolled to the centre of the bridge, sitting in his large, padded black seat and gazing ahead at the swirling blue light that was subspace as the ship cut its way through at far beyond the speed of light.

With a great jolt, that the crew barely felt due to the state of the art inertial dampeners their ship was equipped with, the ship leapt into real space, a blinding blue-white flash of light loudly declaring its arrival to anything in the area. The dark hull of the ship rapidly began to blend in with the darkness of the void, what few lights that were visible on the outside rapidly going out as its stealth systems engaged.
"Standard search patterns, full stealth mode for now, notify me when we encounter another ship.... 'Till then I'll be in my ready room" Riviajja announced, standing and striding over to the door to his right, slumping down on his desk, head on his arms, and reading the computer pad report before him while his ship drifted silently through the void of space, its engines barely glowing at all.
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Postby Kyuria » Sat Nov 20, 2010 5:30 pm

([sarcasm] WHOOO more work! [/sarcasm] XD)

Lil' Browny theatre

"Ah'm sure yee allz ain't gosts a cloow az teah why ye'ar heere." He stood, well, hunched on the stage. Being so large and all, he barely squeezed through the entrance, massive talons scraping the whole way, massive tail smashing into, and even killing a few unlucky bastards.

Prestenly, he stood a little straighter. "Weeel teh reason being that yur all neew recruitz-zand Ah need tew know whos who and which of yew are actulleh' competent and aren't complete retarded cowurdz who are tew inkompetent tew weild a frick'en buttur nigh'fuh. Sooooo wizought furzhur ado, I give yee ahn opportunity to step up and introduce yeh' selves."

If one paid close attention, they would notice a direct correlation between his speech and height. The more he slouched, the more he slipped into an extremly thick accent. The straighter he stood, the taller he was of course, and the more proper he spoke, and his accent also changed oddly.


In the "Muddy Photon"

"Yeeeees I have some work for you," the figure wore a wide brim hat, and his/her form was well hidden unde a cloak (I'm just to lazy to make the character) he/her slid a group of photos across the table. "I want you to kill them. Well, the small one anyway. I'll offer a bonus if you can kill the big one." When Huaff examined the photos, he noticed that "CAPTN OF TH LL` BRWNY" was hastilly scribbled in blood on the back, an ominous sight. On the back was the picture of a large draconic avion stooped over to board some large white ship. Another one had a human android sitting on a bench. There were more photos, but all of the android. "Here at Pima Fort, there is a secret law; "Dont screw with a pirate on a cuise ship." I know why, and it'll be obvious to you soon enough. Go too the space station "Sima Port" and ask around. Every one knows them, but none will talk in detail. Don 't bother. Just wait at the docks for the biggest white painted vessel to dock, the rest is up to you." the contact slid a thick gold bar, studed with gem stones across to him. The table audiably and visible strained under it's sheer weight. "Don't let him see that, or he'll know it's me." They chuckled "Theres much more, especially if you get the big one. But don't be a fool. If you can't kill him outright, RUN LIKE THE DEVIL IS ON YOUR HEELS!!!" With that, the odd figure was up and gone in a blink of an eye, leaving directions any baby could follow.
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Postby Medok » Sat Nov 20, 2010 5:40 pm

Ih8uwannakillu wrote:Riviajja Shialan Halimanna, first Kaldaka Svih Maekrix of the Dragonan imperial navy, moaned sleepily as he rolled over on his soft matters, smiling as he felt a soft breath of warm air on his face and the gentile stroking of a hand along his muzzle. Slowly he opened one of his shimmering grey-iris-d eyes, his vision taking a moment to focus, his smile widening as he took in the face of the smiling red-gold scaled Dragona before him.
"Hey you" He murmured sleepily, purring as his bed mate kissed him softly
"Hey... Captain" the other man giggled softly, hugging Riviajja "You're wanted..." he continued in the same soft tone
"Oh?"
"Yea... Guiel'va said we're about to arrive in the Milky Way, said you should probably get up there..."
"But... but I'm comfy here!!"
"You didn't get given this fancy new post for being comfy, Mr" the green Dragona smiled, taping Riviajja's nose "Up! Go! Bridge!" he softly barked, pushing Riviajja out of bed and grining as he performed a perfect front flip, landing on his feet and scowling in mock anger at him.

Grudgingly, Riviajja stumbled across the room with its black walls, accented with golden highlights at the edges, resting his scaled hand on the dividing wall and pushing himself forwards into the bathroom. Shaking himself vigorously he stepped into the shower in the far corner of the room, purring as the red light set above it glowed softly, a low whine coming from within the cubicle as the sonic shower cast the dirt and sweat of the night from his scaled form.

20 minutes later, Riviajja walk proudly onto the bridge of his new ship, the IDN Ssej Marinxar, back straight, head held high and a smile upon his face that showed off every one of his glistening fangs.
"Guiel'va, this'd better be important... If I had to leave my warm bed and my mate then I swear I'll get in that tank and throttle you..." he growled in a falsely-threatening tone.
"You know as well as I that the high council'd have your entrails for killing one of their most experienced Phi-breeds" the pitch-black humanoid, his face featureless save for a vague bulge where his nose should be, floating in the tank at the back of the bridge retorted in a perfectly calm, almost emotionless voice "But seeing how you ask, we're literally about to drop out of transwarp"
Nodding, the captain strolled to the centre of the bridge, sitting in his large, padded black seat and gazing ahead at the swirling blue light that was subspace as the ship cut its way through at far beyond the speed of light.

With a great jolt, that the crew barely felt due to the state of the art inertial dampeners their ship was equipped with, the ship leapt into real space, a blinding blue-white flash of light loudly declaring its arrival to anything in the area. The dark hull of the ship rapidly began to blend in with the darkness of the void, what few lights that were visible on the outside rapidly going out as its stealth systems engaged.
"Standard search patterns, full stealth mode for now, notify me when we encounter another ship.... 'Till then I'll be in my ready room" Riviajja announced, standing and striding over to the door to his right, slumping down on his desk, head on his arms, and reading the computer pad report before him while his ship drifted silently through the void of space, its engines barely glowing at all.


Lock Terrik, Freelancer, and leader of a 30 strong group of people in the freighter they had, was moving out.

He had just moved out of Hyperspace, and the crew was just waking up, doing there usual quick scan of the area before moving out, so that they could pirate anyone who stopped at the various recently traveled hyperspace routes.

There was suddenly a flash, and just as soon, a small dark figure came out of it, and then it was blank.

"Stealth....." He said for a second, and then realizing this may mean someone might be very powerful, immediately called to the crew, "Alert! Battle stations, get to your Battle stations!"

Immediately he heard the clicking of comms, telling him they were at there posts, and he could quickly see the confirmation in the cockpit, with his 2 co-pilots controlling there own sections, including the proton and concussion missile rubes.

"Hail them on there frequency," He said to Hoth.

All three quickly got into there armor and masks, because they were always keeping there identity secret, only know as the Mandalorians. (We have Mandalorian Armor...)

"Hello!", He said, as soon as they were patched through to the other bridge, "How is Stealth going for you?"
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Postby Coyell » Sat Nov 20, 2010 5:41 pm

Huaff nodded and took the photographs. He placed them in his pocket and made his way back to the ship. Once aboard, he put in coordinates for the strange city. He then went to his quarters, and changed into more comfortable clothes. He settled on his cot, resting while the droids worried with the ship.
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Postby Kyuria » Sat Nov 20, 2010 6:57 pm

The great white ship slowly drifted through the system on it's way to Sima Port.

Sima Port

The good ole' port city!!!
A once humble repair station, no bigger than a shipyard. Over to years, it was expanded, and is now a full square kilometers of industrial, commercial and urban structures with a few domes for just gazing out at space as you walk down a street. Half of the station's size was a huge port. All in all, it wasn't a shaby place. Booming economy, high maintenace budget, and the populace barely passed for anything less than Mary Anne's and Tom Jones'es. You'd never know it was a pirate base if you didn't look around.

Huaff's ship was never stoped or hailed, merely directed into port. His arival wasn't even aknowledged. He was simply there, to do as he would.
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Postby The Ben Boys » Sat Nov 20, 2010 7:20 pm

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Ferras stood up, "I'm Ferras Colde, I come from Tare, and I don't mind killin'. If you want a corpse, come to me."
The reptilian sat down as the next man introduced himself. He was doing his best to show himself as someone to count on, he didn't kill people unless he had to.


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Postby Ih8uwannakillu » Sun Nov 21, 2010 5:03 am

Medok wrote:Lock Terrik, Freelancer, and leader of a 30 strong group of people in the freighter they had, was moving out.

He had just moved out of Hyperspace, and the crew was just waking up, doing there usual quick scan of the area before moving out, so that they could pirate anyone who stopped at the various recently traveled hyperspace routes.

There was suddenly a flash, and just as soon, a small dark figure came out of it, and then it was blank.

"Stealth....." He said for a second, and then realizing this may mean someone might be very powerful, immediately called to the crew, "Alert! Battle stations, get to your Battle stations!"

Immediately he heard the clicking of comms, telling him they were at there posts, and he could quickly see the confirmation in the cockpit, with his 2 co-pilots controlling there own sections, including the proton and concussion missile rubes.

"Hail them on there frequency," He said to Hoth.

All three quickly got into there armor and masks, because they were always keeping there identity secret, only know as the Mandalorians. (We have Mandalorian Armor...)

"Hello!", He said, as soon as they were patched through to the other bridge, "How is Stealth going for you?"


"Captain, you have the worst possible timing apparently... There's a hail coming in that you might like to hear." Guiel'va drawled over the internal comms, prompting Riviajja to roll his eyes in annoyance and reluctantly pull himself out of his chair. It wasn't that the man disliked his job, or his comrades on the ship, if anything he regarded them more as brothers... sisters.... and a lover... But after a night of celebration over his recent promotion, involving the copious consumption of Faelnirv and other high proof alcohols, topped off with... 'Other'... indulgences of the flesh, he really needed more than 4 hours of sleep to recover properly, however hardy his race was. Resting his head against the door for a second the Dragona sighed to himself, closing his eyes as he gathered his thoughts then straightened and casually walked back into the bridge, sitting back in his padded chair and brushing a speck of dust off his armoured knee.

"What is it, Guiel'va? Not some old lady with her novacat stuck up a pylon I hope?"
"Nope, not a general distress call. Actually we were hailed just as you got into your ready room"
"Patch the signal through" Riviajja shook himself once before levelling his eyes right at the screen before him, raising an eyebrow as the three masked figures appeared and their message echoed through the bridge. "Rather well, thank you, though it could be better, else we wouldn't be having this conversation... Look, I have a hangover so let's cut to the chase.... This is an imperial warship sent here to destroy pirate-y types raiding our shipping, should you be one of said pirate-y types then you have about 3 second to run before we open fire, with me so far?"
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Postby Kyuria » Sun Nov 21, 2010 7:01 am

~Lil' Browny Theater

Moache nodded as the last of the annoying crew members sat down. If anyone could be half so assed to actually pay attention to him they'd have noticed he was actually falling asleep, and thus nodding.

Fortunately, some had the decency to keep it short and sweet. Holy-leuyah!!!!

"Okeh-dokeh, we dune yeiht?" The still half asleep captain drew himself up. "Weeeeeeeeell. I guess,... Ok then. Not-teh cream oof the crop but I suppose it'll do. Reh'member thoogh, we have a disguise to maintain. Sooooo follow ordursh and do your work right, you live and are subsequently hired. If you don't, don't bothara comin' back froom shore leave! kapeesh?"

Presently, an android stepped forward. "Right now, we are coming up upon Sima Port. Since we are still a cruise ship, we need to look like one. We'll be taking on passengers. Almost all will be pirates. Most good friends of the captain here, and as such should be treated with as much respect as they are obliged to treat you. Anyone who does not respect these rules is immediately to be jettisoned, especially if they are just along for the ride. Our destination is Carden, the nearest non pirate planet. You know what will happen once we are there."

The captain chuckled. "Ehaharhar! Couldn'ta said it better myself meh lassie! You are all dismissed."

With that, he turned and left as the crew was now free to explore the ship and do as they pleased.
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Postby The Ben Boys » Sun Nov 21, 2010 7:44 pm

Ferras went to his bunk the minute it ended. He wanted to just get some bread and hit the sack. The Tarean was smart, but he was lazy. As he walked down a corridor, three guys came up to him.
"Where ye from?" One asked, the senior of them.
"Tare." He said.
"N'eva heard of it." Another asked, moving slowly beyond Ferras's vision.
"Not many have-" Farras started to say, before he was slammed down by one of the guys.


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Postby Kyuria » Tue Nov 23, 2010 8:36 am

~Lil' Browny; Gold plated corridor to the "recreational" facilities.

"Oooooooooh,!!!!
Do what you want
Cos' a pirate iz free!!!
U, R, A pirate!!!
HAaEeeeY!!!
YAAR HAAR-!!!"

The good captain halted in his tracks as he pased a branching corridor. He back stepped a little ways and was greeted with the sight of a small mob. Obviously new recruits. "Tis' just ain't allowed up in this hither."

Next thing anyone knew, a taloned foot sent one of their cohorts rocketing down the rest of the hall. "Aiyeh! What'd Ah jus git finished sayin back tahr in teh theatre? Yee mas't'ava death wish or zumzing?" He whipped out a massive gun, a desert eagle construction. At over 4 feet long and with it's massive parts, it was a gun only he could wield like squirt gun. At once, all four barrels unloaded into the face of another. Then in one lightning quick movement, impaled the last with a ridiculously long and vicious blade.

He surveyed the corpses for about a minute before cleaning his blade on one of them and walked over to Ferras.
"Hey thar laddie." He picked him up effortlessly "Uhm, what was it? Fischer, Faster, Fraker, no no,... I know it uhm,... Skipper Skippy, Slapper, Uuhmmmmmmm,......Dedder, Dadder, Dudder, Fudder,.......Feddars!!!! Thats your name!!!" he set the poor guy back down on his feet and gave him a pat on his back, winding him and sending him sprawling yet again. Suddenly, the ship's theme began blasting across the intercom system.

"AYE!!!!!!! We've arrived at Sima Port lad!! Come! If theraz aneht'in yew want or need, nows the time tea' git it!"

He sauntered off down the halls, squezing his frame through the bulk heads leading to the ship's foyers.

Sima Port
As the great ship sailed in, it's theme began playing across an intricate system all around the port. Numerous residents of the station began making their way to the port. Even the Governor made an appearance, a testament to the captains influence.

The massive ship pulled into port. The ports design purpose became apparent, as the Lil' Browny fit perfectly in between the scaffolding and other engineering. It's berthing took up well over half the available space, and still over half it's length stuck out, like some great creature that had burried it's head.
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Postby The Ben Boys » Tue Nov 23, 2010 6:30 pm

The large Tarean got up. That was a good captain that he would be glad to stand by. Ferras took a pistol and a few knives from the bodies, might as well not let it go to waste.
Ferras headed out to port, maybe he could get a bit of shore leave

(OOC: Is the port planetside or in space?)


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Postby Esternial » Wed Nov 24, 2010 11:47 am

"I think we made a nice profit, wouldn't you say?"

The man's voice was filled with a despicable trace of arrogance, mixed with a tiny pinch of smugness that made the man that little bit more annoying. We were traveling the galaxy again, looking for another well-paid job that would give us another several months to life before we'd suffocate in our own thirst for women and alcohol.

We didn't lead the life, nor did we give one fuck if we did or not. We lived by our rules and those that didn't agree with it just had to deal with it, or risk becoming an addition to our extensive resume.

We do the jobs that nobody else wants to do, be it out of cowardice or ethnic beliefs that prevent them from doing what they do. Then there is only one question that comes to mind: Why would you choose a profession when your completely unable to finish an simple job? Those people are just mentally unable to do what we do, but they do have a practical use. They keep people like me from the law's scope and provide a small income whenever I run into one. Easy to fool, those bastards. Easy to kill as well. All you have to do is put on a nice show and they'll lower their weapons and tell you their fucking life story. It's always fun to see they surprise when they notice you've just stabbed a metal object straight through their stomach, creating a little fountain of red syrup gushing out on the floor.

One reminder though, never do such things on board your own craft. I'm still trying to get that stain off the blankets in the visitor quarters.

Anyways, we had just completed yet another assignment. We had to blow up some commercial craft carrying some medicine for some desolate planet. Of course, we took the medicine before we left. Those should keep me in control for a little while longer, I don't want the same thing to happen what transpired three years ago.

Had to find a new partner and that stench just won't leave the engine room.
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Postby Saurisia » Wed Nov 24, 2010 7:51 pm

In the vast sea of blackness that was the Galaxy, it was rather easy for one without the right navigations and such to get lost. Of course, with all the navigational equipment ships had, it was relatively hard to get lost unless the navigational equipment itself was either destroyed or malfunctioned for whatever reason. However, while becoming lost in Space was almost impossible, being alone in space with little to no defenses had its own, very dangerous problems. For there were those who prowled the Galaxy, looking for defenseless cargoships to raid to steal their cargo and kill its crewmembers or capture them to sell them into slavery. These individuals were dubbed "Pirates" by the civilized peoples of the Galaxy, and were feared by them.

But being a pirate was also a dangerous job as there was the possibility of being hunted down by the governments of the civilizations that shared this Galaxy with these interstellar raiders, the possibility of crashing into an asteroid, winding up on a deserted planet to die alone, or being killed by other pirates so as to eliminate the competition. To survive, a pirate had to be tough, determined, aggressive, cautious, cunning, and utterly ruthless so as he/she could make it in this hostile environment.

One such pirate who had these qualities was young Mathanea Krirsrust, a female pirate leader who led a small band of pirates who were of her own species, Trandoshan. These fierce Reptiles were famed throughout the Galaxy for their strength and brutality, and many of them were employed as mercenaries, bounty hunters, and slavers, with a number winding up as pirates. Mathanea was extremely beautiful by Trandoshan standards, though she easily fulfilled her kind's reputation, as she was also stronger than the average Human male, cunning, and was cruel to those who earned her wrath.

She and her band traveled the Galaxy, raiding cargoships whenever they could, raiding them of their cargo and killing or capturing the crew. Indeed, she had earned a reputation amongst her own kind and had joined the ranks of famed Trandoshan Bounty Hunter Bossk as an example of what the Trandoshan people are capable of.

This day, Mathanea and her band had attacked a small cargoship crewed completely by Humans, which went off without a hitch as usual, killing any who resist and taking prisoner any who give themselves up. Mathanea watched with personal satisfaction as she watched the group of her crew that she had taken to board and raid the ship take away the last of its cargo.

She was about to leave, satisfied about her success when suddenly, she heard a loud screaming coming from behind her. She turned around to see what was going on, only to see a wild-eyed Human charging her with a knife in his right hand. Reacting, she punched the Human with her right hand when he was close enough, knocking him into a nearby wall. She then grabbed his throat with her right hand and her claws dug into his skin, causing blood to leak out all over her hand and began dripping on the floor. Chocking, the Human tried to resist but finally gave in and remained still. Satisfied, Mathanea smiled as she tossed the body away and then began walking in the direction of the exit, licking the blood that was still on her hand.

"Mhmm..." the female said as she licked her chops after tasting the rich flavor of Human blood.

As she continued out, she ordered the remaining members of her crew still in the ship to set explosives at the craft's engines. They did so, setting them to detonate within 30 minutes. They then left the ship, boarded the Serpent's Wrath, which then flew away to a spot a good distance away.

Once the 30 minutes were up, the explosives detonated, and the cargoship was blown to smithereens. Mathanea smiled with sadistic satisfaction at her handiwork as she watch the explosion from the bridge. Once the Trandoshans were done admiring their handiwork, Mathanea ordered the ship to leave, which they did, escaping to raid and pillage another day.
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Tartonica wrote:2/10 because dinosaurs do NOT rule nations (Except for Saurisia)
The Tavan Race wrote:Yeah, your nation scares me
Wolohanistan wrote:Saurisia - Dinosaur Dictatorship is the best dictatorship, not that we support that sort of thing.
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Postby Saurisia » Fri Nov 26, 2010 8:04 pm

OOC: Bump
Israslovakahzerbajan wrote:Stealing a copy of The Land Before Time.
Coccygia wrote:The only good mammal is a dead mammal.
Pythria wrote:Fascist dictatorship run by dinosaurs. I like it
Tartonica wrote:2/10 because dinosaurs do NOT rule nations (Except for Saurisia)
The Tavan Race wrote:Yeah, your nation scares me
Wolohanistan wrote:Saurisia - Dinosaur Dictatorship is the best dictatorship, not that we support that sort of thing.
Conoga wrote:Dinosaurs-in-Bikinis-Boy
Lancov wrote:Condemn, because we now have to go soak our brains in bleach.
The Floor Kippers wrote:We Have Dinosaurs.....Argument Rendered Invalid
Grossrheinland Reich wrote:DINOSAUR FETISHIST
Tetraca wrote:Also: yay, Saurisia's here! This thread just became more awesome :D
FT Population: 1,000,000,000,000
DINOSAURS RULE!

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Postby Esternial » Sat Nov 27, 2010 6:08 am

Woe is me. Another partner has bitten the dust, quite literally.

During one of our 'expeditions' to yet another desert planet, a knife accidentally fell onto his head and he fell down the loading hatch to the ground below. It was quite marvelous how the contents of his head made a intriguing pattern on the sand below, which made me think of those psychiatric pictures they show you before asking you what it looks like. I mean, it all looks like a stain of black ink, so why do they call it something else? I fucking hate shrinks.

Now, without a partner, I'm back doing the solo gig again. I had forgotten what it was like, doing everything on your own. It takes more planning and thinking, since one man can only do so many things. Despite this minor setback, there is also good news. Since my partner's dead, I get to keep his stuff. It wasn't very fancy, but the man has some taste for expensive beverages.

I have to remember to take my medicine...

The Delirium is going about his way. Doesn't even require a pilot thanks to my former partner's handiwork. It's heading towards the Anacostia Space Station, near the Outer Rim of this galaxy. Somebody is in need of my expertise, and I have yet to disappoint a customer, with the exception of the accidental passing of one of my clients who failed to cough up the money. I told him he should have tied down those metal poles, but listen? No. Not until half a dozen were sticking out of his chest.

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Postby The Fortress Of Dyson » Sat Dec 04, 2010 7:19 am

Ih8uwannakillu wrote:"Captain, you have the worst possible timing apparently... There's a hail coming in that you might like to hear." Guiel'va drawled over the internal comms, prompting Riviajja to roll his eyes in annoyance and reluctantly pull himself out of his chair. It wasn't that the man disliked his job, or his comrades on the ship, if anything he regarded them more as brothers... sisters.... and a lover... But after a night of celebration over his recent promotion, involving the copious consumption of Faelnirv and other high proof alcohols, topped off with... 'Other'... indulgences of the flesh, he really needed more than 4 hours of sleep to recover properly, however hardy his race was. Resting his head against the door for a second the Dragona sighed to himself, closing his eyes as he gathered his thoughts then straightened and casually walked back into the bridge, sitting back in his padded chair and brushing a speck of dust off his armoured knee.

"What is it, Guiel'va? Not some old lady with her novacat stuck up a pylon I hope?"
"Nope, not a general distress call. Actually we were hailed just as you got into your ready room"
"Patch the signal through" Riviajja shook himself once before levelling his eyes right at the screen before him, raising an eyebrow as the three masked figures appeared and their message echoed through the bridge. "Rather well, thank you, though it could be better, else we wouldn't be having this conversation... Look, I have a hangover so let's cut to the chase.... This is an imperial warship sent here to destroy pirate-y types raiding our shipping, should you be one of said pirate-y types then you have about 3 second to run before we open fire, with me so far?"


"Another day, another hunt. Gota love it no?"

Redhaz was talking to himself as he is prone to do when in a good mood.
"Let's go tooooooooo,.... theeeeeeeeee,.... ah hell let's just go over there."

The ship jumped with out warning, coming out in a random part of space. The thing about randomness in space is, you never know what you'll get. And it always sucks. That was still the case today. ironic that despite the size of the universe, and the probability, it always seems to hold true 100%

"What, wait, ho? OH DEAR."

His ship banked sharply out of the way, narrowly avoiding another parked vessel. "Hey! What the hell do you think your doing!?! Computer, scan for damages" "already done, but you'll be surprised at what I found." "It's damages, what's to be surprised by?" "They seem to be having a conversation."
~awkward silence~
"With who?!?!?!?!" "Apparently another ship." "Impossible!" "Stealth." "Oh right."
~awkward silence~
"Eaves drop." "Of course! Nay nay, rudely butt in!"

"Attention unidentified vessels. Seeing as how you have conveniently parked on my jump exit zone, your business is my business. So might I ask, what is going on here. And more importantly, who's a pirate?"

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Postby Ih8uwannakillu » Sat Dec 04, 2010 9:55 am

Riviajja rolled his eyes as the new ship jumped in right next to them, remaining otherwise perfectly still as he calculated his next move. He'd been waiting for several minutes now and had still gotten no reply from the first vessel they'd encountered and had, by now he given up on receiving a reply from the helmeted men (he wouldn't be surprised if they were drooling vacantly behind their visors from the way they just stood there) and was silently cursing the timing of Redhaz's arrival, a few seconds later and he'd have closed the channel.

As it was, Redhaz probably knew they were there, if not where exactly, and if the channel remained open it was entirely possible that they could be traced. Before the order to end the transmission could begin to form in his throat, Redhaz's voice echoed through the bridge.
"Gueil'va, close the channel with those brain-dead morons, keep it open for this new guy"
"Aye sir" the black humanoid snapped, nodding his head and telepathically following out his instructions
"Good day, sir. Might I say that is a rather unusual question... how about you answer it first?"
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Postby The Ben Boys » Sat Dec 04, 2010 6:45 pm

OOC: Can I be a bridge officer/guard or boarder?


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Postby The Fortress Of Dyson » Tue Dec 07, 2010 10:13 am

He burst out in a loud fit of sarcastic laughter.

"Me a pirate? Ah well, understandable."

Presently, he pulled out a highly detailed I.D. and held it up.

"If you don't know me yet, I'm commodore R3HD42 or just "Redhaz" of the Dysonian Fortress. My job is to hunt pirates. Or well,... find and slaughter them to the point of borderline genocide. My point is, I guess is I'm a pirate killer. Period. I'm also an intergalactic law enforcer, peace keeper and yes those are different things, as well as a secret agent, assassin, merc, my own PMC, etc etc. So you get the point, I kill stuff, and I really get around."

He glanced down at a panel out of Raiviajja's view, it showed a rough blob in the general area of his ship, and a general out lining of several anomalies associated with cloaking devices.

"You know, I'd suggest finding a new communications method, normal com links are to easy to detect, and intercept. Something encrypted, and different from normal means." A wry, smug smile flashed across his features for an instant. "So what's this I hear about pirates? If you don't mind me asking, it's just that I'm looking for a certain group you see,... a nasty bunch. If you have a clue as to where they are well, I'd like to know."

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Postby Esternial » Tue Dec 07, 2010 10:39 am

I walked down the darkened alley of Ara Prime. So far, I've been here twice in my entire life and this place is most likely on the bottom of my favorite holiday destination. Still, one of the restaurants here makes some killer ramen. No really, you can kill someone with the crap.

My breath slows down as I spot my mark. A man hiding from my client. A man who obviously deserves to die. I place my hand on his shoulder, the man turns around. His angry face is quickly swamped with fear and he tries to escape.

Not fast enough.

He didn't even realize that I had planted my knife through his chest, not until he coughed up some blood and tried to breathe. His blood slowly filled one of his lungs, slowly suffocating him with the same essence that provided him with life. When I pulled out my knife, he fell onto the ground and gasped for air, fighting for his life. Pathetic. He was afraid, afraid to die. Fear. Fear is a concept of the weak. Still, fear is one of the reasons people like me have a job, so I must be grateful of it.

By now, a small pool of crimson paint had formed on the floor, reflecting the artificial light that came from the lights above us. He stared at those lights, hoping he would go to a better place. I took away that hope when I shot him in the eyes and the man screamed for one last time.

I had enough of this planet, so I left, taking the documents I was sent out to retrieve.

Once again I flew through space, aimlessly looking for a client.

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