Post by A®heim on Apr 26, 2009 21:58:32 GMT -5
((OOC: Alright, we're finishing this thread up. Everyone can put in a final post if they'd like then we move on to Shawn's thread where we'll organize the ships. Keep checking in with out discussion thread for more information: swrponline2.proboards.com/index.cgi?board=roleplayrequests&action=display&thread=2840&page=7 ))
Tssslk kept his emotionless gaze upon the woman as she threw back several more shots of the red fluid. The Tulvaree was fairly sure that whatever was in those shot glasses wasn't taro fruit juice. When she spoke, he tried his best not to growl at the rash reduction of Rah's honorable introduction to "pirate captain". Tssslk was never much of one to care greatly for the technical aspects of Rah's doing, but even he recognized this as more than just a coalescence of shambling pirates. This was the Black Moon Pirate Organization, given, as it would be hoped by it's name, organized....a little.
Back at the table Rah continued to eye the Dark Jedi before him suspiciously. Without moving his glare, he reached into his bandoleer and pulled out a small data disk. This was placed upon the table and slid forward, though his rough hand never released it. This data disk contains the communication codes for the Shock Hammer's central computer. If you find yourself in a situation in which our assistance would benefit us both, contact the fleet. If there's profit, we'll be there...otherwise we'll just take our profit out of you. Do we have an accord?
Rah relinquished the data disk and dismissed the Dark Jedi. He was still unsure about making allies with another of these treacherous beings, but luckily for Niharus the Black Moons were desperate for anything that would give them a foothold in their growth. If there was one thing the Dark Jedi were good at, it was getting a reputation and a reputation was just what the fledgling organization needed.
No sooner had the dark one left than a purple haired woman in the same sort of heavy mandalorian armor as the earlier conscriptors approached the desk with a dangerous smile playing across her face. Behind her, Tssslk was frantically beating his leathery wings to catch up to the woman who had so suddenly left. Alighting on Rah's shoulder, he set an indignant glare upon her.
Rah only fixed his scowl upon this newcomer and listened to what she had to say. At the question of the crew's target intentions the Feeorin's mouth twitched into a slight smile. Tssslk suppressed a growl at being called a "bird" but he kept his beak shut. It wouldn't do to loose such a valuable acquisition. When Rah spoke, it had lost most of the murderous tone it had held with the Dark Jedi. It wouldn't do to scare off such a valuable acquisition. Aye, petty freighters don't often supply what we need. Of course, sometimes catching one in the blast radius of an EMP torpedo is inevitable, also they make good target practice.
Chuckling slightly at his joke, no, not a joke really. There had been that incident when he had gotten bored over Tatooine. There's plenty of violence to go around. I promise you won't be disappointed. That is...if you think you can handle yourself.
Tssslk leaned in close to Rah's ear and whispered in his hissing voice. You know that ruckusss by the bar a few minutesss ago? Shhhe finishhhed it... The smile on Rah's face crept up another few millimeters. Without a word, he pushed forward the clipboard and pen and took another data disk from his bandoleer. The list was bulging with quickly scratched signatures (and one paw print), 41 in total. 41 shambling drunks who barely had a life to give before the wheel. However, fate once again smiled upon Rah this day. Amongst the mud of his new crew, a few jewels had been picked out. Then there was Mandolore and the Grey Jedi who had added their own crafts to the fleet, each one no doubt supplied with its own able crew.
Leaning back in the rickety chair again, the pirate lord reflected upon the events leading up to now. Truly fortune favored him. Not many pirates escape right from under the nose of a Sith Admiral with all their limbs intact. Even stranded in the deserts of Koriban, salvation arrived in the form of several other, lost or otherwise, who came to his assistance. Now he sat here with full list of volunteers, a newly repaired warship, and several warriors with their lives pledged to him. What could go wrong now?
Nothing went wrong. The organization would grow and become feared throughout the galaxy. Bonds would be made, and bonds would be broken, but never once did the infrastructure falter. But this story is getting ahead of itself. For now Rah just pointed the purple-haired woman to the rear entrance where the others were assembled before standing up and gathering up the papers. He had enough, it was time to get the show on the road.
As Rah stood up and stretched out his real leg, he turned to the Tulvaree on his shoulder and laughed quietly. Heheheh, you saw promise in that last one didn't ya? You sure she can hold out with the boys?
Shhhe drowned a Trandoshhhan in hisss own blood and threw back 10 shhhotsss of T'ill-T'ill without breaking a sssweat...I like her...
Rah just shook his head in silent laughter and walked through the back door. The Tulvaree had a point: Many a formidable being had approached him in the last few hours, but so far only that last mandalorian actually showed something to prove it. Of course, this didn't mean the others weren't just as valuable. Good ol' fortune smiling upon him. Of course, now the real work began...
Tssslk kept his emotionless gaze upon the woman as she threw back several more shots of the red fluid. The Tulvaree was fairly sure that whatever was in those shot glasses wasn't taro fruit juice. When she spoke, he tried his best not to growl at the rash reduction of Rah's honorable introduction to "pirate captain". Tssslk was never much of one to care greatly for the technical aspects of Rah's doing, but even he recognized this as more than just a coalescence of shambling pirates. This was the Black Moon Pirate Organization, given, as it would be hoped by it's name, organized....a little.
Back at the table Rah continued to eye the Dark Jedi before him suspiciously. Without moving his glare, he reached into his bandoleer and pulled out a small data disk. This was placed upon the table and slid forward, though his rough hand never released it. This data disk contains the communication codes for the Shock Hammer's central computer. If you find yourself in a situation in which our assistance would benefit us both, contact the fleet. If there's profit, we'll be there...otherwise we'll just take our profit out of you. Do we have an accord?
Rah relinquished the data disk and dismissed the Dark Jedi. He was still unsure about making allies with another of these treacherous beings, but luckily for Niharus the Black Moons were desperate for anything that would give them a foothold in their growth. If there was one thing the Dark Jedi were good at, it was getting a reputation and a reputation was just what the fledgling organization needed.
No sooner had the dark one left than a purple haired woman in the same sort of heavy mandalorian armor as the earlier conscriptors approached the desk with a dangerous smile playing across her face. Behind her, Tssslk was frantically beating his leathery wings to catch up to the woman who had so suddenly left. Alighting on Rah's shoulder, he set an indignant glare upon her.
Rah only fixed his scowl upon this newcomer and listened to what she had to say. At the question of the crew's target intentions the Feeorin's mouth twitched into a slight smile. Tssslk suppressed a growl at being called a "bird" but he kept his beak shut. It wouldn't do to loose such a valuable acquisition. When Rah spoke, it had lost most of the murderous tone it had held with the Dark Jedi. It wouldn't do to scare off such a valuable acquisition. Aye, petty freighters don't often supply what we need. Of course, sometimes catching one in the blast radius of an EMP torpedo is inevitable, also they make good target practice.
Chuckling slightly at his joke, no, not a joke really. There had been that incident when he had gotten bored over Tatooine. There's plenty of violence to go around. I promise you won't be disappointed. That is...if you think you can handle yourself.
Tssslk leaned in close to Rah's ear and whispered in his hissing voice. You know that ruckusss by the bar a few minutesss ago? Shhhe finishhhed it... The smile on Rah's face crept up another few millimeters. Without a word, he pushed forward the clipboard and pen and took another data disk from his bandoleer. The list was bulging with quickly scratched signatures (and one paw print), 41 in total. 41 shambling drunks who barely had a life to give before the wheel. However, fate once again smiled upon Rah this day. Amongst the mud of his new crew, a few jewels had been picked out. Then there was Mandolore and the Grey Jedi who had added their own crafts to the fleet, each one no doubt supplied with its own able crew.
Leaning back in the rickety chair again, the pirate lord reflected upon the events leading up to now. Truly fortune favored him. Not many pirates escape right from under the nose of a Sith Admiral with all their limbs intact. Even stranded in the deserts of Koriban, salvation arrived in the form of several other, lost or otherwise, who came to his assistance. Now he sat here with full list of volunteers, a newly repaired warship, and several warriors with their lives pledged to him. What could go wrong now?
Nothing went wrong. The organization would grow and become feared throughout the galaxy. Bonds would be made, and bonds would be broken, but never once did the infrastructure falter. But this story is getting ahead of itself. For now Rah just pointed the purple-haired woman to the rear entrance where the others were assembled before standing up and gathering up the papers. He had enough, it was time to get the show on the road.
As Rah stood up and stretched out his real leg, he turned to the Tulvaree on his shoulder and laughed quietly. Heheheh, you saw promise in that last one didn't ya? You sure she can hold out with the boys?
Shhhe drowned a Trandoshhhan in hisss own blood and threw back 10 shhhotsss of T'ill-T'ill without breaking a sssweat...I like her...
Rah just shook his head in silent laughter and walked through the back door. The Tulvaree had a point: Many a formidable being had approached him in the last few hours, but so far only that last mandalorian actually showed something to prove it. Of course, this didn't mean the others weren't just as valuable. Good ol' fortune smiling upon him. Of course, now the real work began...