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"Good." he stared down at the enemy Captain. In a way he never would get used to this side of the job, but in this industry a reputation was one that had to be paid for in blood. He turned away, and back to the Vanguard. Nodding to the Quartermaster he continued "Get the cargo, and -" he...

It had not taken the vanguard long to get on board, a handful of security officers standing between them and the bridge. However, as Captain Freem would soon notice as he strode through the somewhat dank deck of the their boarded vessel, the bridge was locked shut. He snarled. The Captain and...

With no other ships on the 'radar', Captain Freem was comfortable that the raid was thus far going to plan. Out in this part of the galaxy it was less likely local planets would have a rapid reaction to an alleged raid, should their victims get a signal out. Mostly because they lacked the...

Captain Kodi, the was a man he was sure he'd heard of over the past few months. The odd rumour here, the occassion drunken song there. He nodded to the other Captain, before taking a seat at the table and waiting for the other Captains to do the same. "I've heard say of the Skurvy Fox - a fine...

This was a good deal. Captain Freem pondered whether there could be a mood for the Sith to teach the Imperials how to handle business? Maybe that would make life a lot easier for all of them? He pushed the thought to one side, focusing on the matter at hand. As it stood, his crew stood to make...

A counter offer? And it was a good one to. This Sith new how to drive a hard bargain - and Gentis sort of liked him for it. "Three camtonos, full rights to the slaves and two thirds the cargo?" he mulled the offer. It was a good one to be sure, the camtonos would cover the costs of his fuel and...

That was certainly a way to open a negotiation. Gentis didn't let his surprise show as he accepted the payment, before addressing the man directly. "You certainly have my interest." attacking Imperial transports and being paid for doing so was something he could certainly get behind, there was...

Following the events of 'New Bargains'... Once again the Fortune had returned to hyperspace. The bridge was nearly empty, bar for a skeleton crew of the watch, as Captain Freem held a bottle of spothka and a deathstick, and wondered on his next move. Since the Imperials would not pay him twice...

The Rings of Kafrene. A preferred haunt for the finest of the galaxies criminal underclass - pirates. It was here that they had decided to meet, far from the prying eyes of the so-called 'civilized galaxy', and there to discuss how the assorted crews called to the meet might be able to work...

"You take a letter of marque like every other enterprising captain I have spoken with and get to work, or you get nothing and we are done here. Captain Freem cut across the man "Pah! How predicatable. We'll see your Imperial transports in my sights soon enough, Lieutenant. Cut transmission." he...

A bead of sweat began to form on Captain Freems brow as he watched the victim come further and further into range. This moment was vital, announce their 'colours' to soon and the target could flee, announce to late and it could panic, make reckless decisions and endager his crew, and his quarry...

Nyss. One of the orbits of the Boz Pity system, the planet was known for being unremarkable, with a small population and nothing of note. However, it was not the planet Captain Freem and his crew where after today, no - it was the cargo of a ship they had purchased the flight manifest of. The...

This Imperial was asking to many questions, and it made Captain Freem uncomfortable. Why he did need this information? What was he after? "A letter?" he sneered over the comms "My crew does not require a letter of marque from your Empire, we will not be bound to your ambition - we need only...

The Moguls Fortune thumped out of hyperspace. "All hands, man your stations." an alarm sounded across the bridge and the ship as the Captain barked his orders "Fighters crew, stand-by." Gentis added, as the fighter squad got ready for an immediate launch. A Raider-Class was a well armed ship...

CAPTAIN'S LOG Reported to truth by Captain Freem Herein recorded the log of the Fortune's Captain, Gentis Freem, and being an account of actions, bounties, treasures and payments secured. Date: 159 ABY Collection of payment from the Blackout Fleet, consisting of one Camtono of Peggats...

Hyperspace. A requirement of their trade, Pirates needed to snake their way through hyperspace often. The crew of the Moguls Fortune was no different, and they found themselves in hyperspace now, on the way to their rendevous with an Imperial commander in nuetral space. S-9 on the Galactic...

Slowly, the Captain resumed his seat. A stillness fell back across the bridge as the limp frame of his former navigator was removed. Justice was swift and brutal on a pirate ship, always had been - and whilst he was Captain, it always would be. "Welcome aboard." he smiled at the man, the newest...

He accepted the raise. There was no way he was about to let his current useless navigator clear someone out. Galar was useless, the conversation today had made that much clear. Gentis shower his cards and smiled. ”Pay up boys.” he sneered at the other players. Galar shook his head. ”Ain't...

Just like that, mistress fate pulled the carpet from under his feet. His hand was terrible, and he knew it. Gentis wasted no time looking at his cards as Dismas changed the bind. He was already up a few peggats, and quite wanted to keep hold of them. Dismas' offer was something he could turn to...

He had a good hand - for once. Clearly his shuffling had paid off, and the cruel mistress of fate was smiling on him. He took the raise, with an unnerving sense of triumph as the hand ended. Victory! He swiped his winnings from his annoyed crew mates, and his hopefully less annoyed guest...