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“Awwh all hell and sucked nuts.” Yup. Well, James could be forgiven for that little expletive, such as it was, considering who was hailing them. It was a ping that could not simply be ignored on account of the person at the end surely getting crotchety in the event that captain and crew even...

It wasn’t much. But it’s enough. Captain Mallister Keynion would tell himself just as much. In the mess hall, or some makeshift excuse of one when it came to observers looking in. From the outside, that was, because you never knew this ship until, well, you were in it. In the cockpit, with Waltz...

Tranquility. It means to breathe clearly. To be free from distraction. To be calm. To be quiet. Disturbance, the thing that breaches peace, is cast away, given way to so serene a silence. Tranquility. A man thinks. To himself, alone, in a private room on a ship, a vessel that has him. Carries...

Good person? Me? Talking about myself? That last part was right. The first? Well, I’m all right. “All right, Cap. Funny. I’m used to hearing that word more than saying it. That said, let’s mosey.” There in the black of space, between the stars, two ships flew side by side. Tranquility and...

Ithor Security was the way to go. This freighter was out of the jurisdiction of two humble spacers who had to be on their way. “Heading to,” Mal affirmed as he made his way back to his own freighter. Back in the cockpit of Tranquility, her captain had to debate it out with the crew as to what...

The Ishi Tib’s eyes were closed, mouth agape, maybe a dying gasp or a scream. “Blaster,” Mal confirmed. There was a hole in the chest where a heart might have been. The pair from Tranquility continued to advance, Captain’s pistol out, leading the way. They encountered no resistance, cluing in...

Not knowing too much about the kind of person Terra was exactly, Mal was ready for this to go either way, whether help a ship in need or go about their business. Maybe if he had some illegal cargo in his hold he might have looked the other way on account of that, but all he had right now was a...

Terra thought of Mal’s question, Mal thought of Mal’s question, only then realizing how right she was. He had posed it as just a means of making convo on the way, but so often one didn’t recognize the weight of their own words until spoken and heard. A gal after this guy’s own heart. He meant...

Mal plugged the coordinates into the console and nodded, not that Terra would see his head move back and forth or anything. Castell edged the Perlemian Trade Route but, space being spacious and all, that meant little to nothing when it came to predators and prey. Which shall we be? “Locked...

The hyperlanes might have been patrolled by pirates more than usual right about now but that need not extend to Ithor space just above the planet. The best place to rendezvous, then, as far as one captain thought anyway, was right outside. Hell, it wasn’t like Mal knew the way, certainly less...

“Two is better than one, on that note,” Mal nodded to Terra after the comments about increased pirate activity. Given the galaxy's current affairs, bad guys like pirates were having a field day picking it apart like crows on a battlefield. It sounded just as swell that Terra had elected to sit...

Cargo that was shady? Mal chewed on those thoughts right atop a Ronto morning wrap. Cargo that was shady sounded like shady cargo, and the kind that Mal himself shifted tended to have some shades and hues of its own. Though, for a corporation that was reported to starve its targets, quite...

Mal blinked back at Terra’s unamused look. That was the correct reaction but he wasn’t sure if she had actually taken offense to his silly comment, a notion that might be just as out of place as the comment itself. Some folks did as sometimes Mal just said silly things. Moving onto big...

That Weequay vendor sounded like what would happen if a 357 and a Peacemaker shot you in the throat at the same time. “Let’s see…what do I want…” Bouncing a finger off his chin, Mal suddenly wasn’t sure if he wanted a hotdog or a hotdog or a hotdog at all. The menu wasn’t vast, rightfully so...

“Hm? Oh, this guy?” Hmm, observant. The pistol wasn’t exactly invisible but wasn't exactly visible, holstered at his hip more or less beside the flap of his coat. Tempted as Mal was to pull out the Peacemaker and show it off, it was just as much a bad idea. “I’d say I know how to handle it and...

Corellia. Sometimes the ‘verse was telling Mallister Keynion that he should have been born on that world, given a shared affinity for starships in particular. It was one clearly shared by Terra. Her story already sounded similar to his, certainly the part about leaving a ball behind to go play...

Mal walked those streets with thumbs dipped behind belt, even after some Bith brushed by his shoulder a little too comfortably. It was typical for a city, whether on the ground or in the air, so he brushed it off while grooming a story in his head. “Oh, simple story for a simple spacer. Born...

Mal couldn’t help himself, really. He sat there blinking, fluttering eyelids more like, taken aback by the lady’s concern. He hoped it would show as she continued speaking, for only after would he reply, gentleman-like and all. “Sounds good. But, ahem, rest assured, you’re just a mighty fine...

Small, relatively new, also flexible. Mal wondered if the Tiefling was talking about herself or her business for a moment there. Sidestepping such silliness, he gave her his attention, drumming a finger on his beer glass. Has a head on her shoulders, this one. Also flexible. At least the neck...

Mal gestured for the lady to pull out the chair, deeming it only proper to reply to her once she was sat down. “Drink?” There was a server coming their way while his offer was tailored to display that her drink would be on his tab. “Yep, I’m freelance. The Tranquility is my baby. Meanwhile my...