Duran hadn't really considered the whole 'kidnapping and slavery' angle. But then, the Chiss had been raised by a band of arguably vicious criminals. Brothers, sisters, and siblings all but, all the same, they'd very much been pirates.
On the other hand, slaves with useful skills were often...
Duran abruptly gave Kai a firm slap on the back after his admission. The Fiani pirate captain's mom was in a tight spot. Duran never really knew his own, so he could only imagine what that felt like from similar things in his own life, but that wasn't gonna stop him any. "Don't you worry...
Zhaan listened to what had become sneaky storytime. Who woulda guessed Butters wanted to be an opera singer, after all? He certainly had the lungs for it. Lookingup from the scanner he finally noticed Flexo was blue. "Hey now, don't go stealin' my thunder, man. Blue and flyin's all I got," he...
"Look," the Chiss currently known as Blue intoned from the driver's seat, speaking around a lit cigar that billowed smoke from under his hat, "It's not my fault Corps are born with a standard-issue three-stamped rod rammed right into their lower colon." Besides, that guy had it coming. Who tries...
Duran grinned dumbly at Aimi when she replied, having not actually heard much of her grumbling over all the violence and loud music. She also kicked a guy and got vomit all over her, which at this point barely changed the smell wafting about. Then Kodi, Flex, and Param were also there, with the...
"Ay, the hell!? Cover!" the Chiss barked, ducking down as blaster fire whizzed past him, apparently aimed at Kodi. He kicked over the pong table out of sheer habit, beer spilling all down the VIP area's stairs as another shot struck the improvised cover. Kodi darted behind the Mando who showed...
"Yeah, fine, s'whatever," he grumbled after taking the towel and such to clean the overly sweet purple garbage drink off his shirt and, more importantly, his precious pistols. Param wandered off somewhere in the middle of that and by the time Duran looked up again, not only was the posh pong...
"One of several," Duran answered her a little stiffly. He wasn't the type to elevate himself above his crew to strangers, no matter if Kodi knew them. Her next question was met with a skeptical look of bemusement. He waved a hand in Kodi's general direction, off through the crowd with his...
Duran had let out a shork bark of laugher and roughly patted the VIP couch he was lounging on. "Just after the furniture, really."
"Hell yeah, that's the spirit." The Chiss corsair leaned forward as the expensive pints showed up along with the shotsled, joining in on the bonus drinking...
Duran clinked his shot glass against Kai's and downed the drink, laughing and humming badly along to the songs playing in the background. He wasn't a real fancy dress sort of guy, likely owing to the years as a young navigator stuck in stuffy Ascendency uniforms. He stuck instead to his far more...
"Aye!" Duran agreed with gusto. They were taking the whole blasted ship! Damn if hadn't missed this. Down the hall they ran, surrounded by blaring klaxons and blasterfire. Flexo charged ahead, while Duran drew one of his matched pistols and looked for cover. Ducking below the incoming bolts, he...
MUSIC
"Great shot!" he loudly agreed, scanners checking the damage done. The transport's engine looked disabled, but well fixable with some parts. Perfect.
Duran brought their ship past the stalled transport and angled to give HoloFlex the best shot, turning again to line things up and lock...
"Aye, Kodi," drawled Duran in response, trademark easy smirk plastered on his face. His own helmet- agrinium-coated and older than anyone there- was tucked under his arm for their brief, uh, briefing. He slid it on and neatly mag-clipped the hat atop his armor as he plopped into the navigator's...
Music
Duran pawed around on the gross, sticky floor for his hat. Had he even been wearin' the damn hat? Somewhere or other there was the sound of breaking furniture and faces, yelling, all that mess. The Chiss looked up to get a gander at whatever the hell that was. There was a Trandoshan...
Zhaan brought his cigar up to his teeth, puffing strong and peppery smoke to join the rest mingling together in the club. He smirked sympathetically at Kai. "Whatever pays the bills, right?" The Chiss was either unaware of what was going on of behind him or didn't care, content to sip his drink...