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Yo-ho, yo-ho, a Pirate's as Dull as Can Be
-an experience, chronicled by Sunny Vastra, for his news site
[fancybox4="http://i.imgur.com/oItDiwP.jpg?1"]What is it about the pirate's life that captivates a youth so? Is it the desire to explore the vast unknown, or perhaps it's a longing for a bigger purpose in life; if I were to guess, it'd be a love for 'booty.' As a traveler of the galaxy, I've had many opportunities to tour different cultures of varying worlds; the most recent of which being the pirate haven of Ord Antalaha. It's the perfect place to wind down and snap a few decent pics after being cooped up in a Republic jail cell for several months. Ord Antalaha's port of Fort Divin is what drew me in this time: a wild, active nightlife, decent cigar shops, and even smokier women is what beckoned my very soul; but there was more in this city for me than I first thought. And no, it wasn't the fact that the cigars and scotch were tastier than what I remember, or the women more loose than before; but instead, I found something I never knew I would dance with again: camaraderie, and a sense of belonging. Perhaps this is what entices one to join a pirate crew: like-minded individuals whose crusades toy with death, yet bond souls together, and make them harder than diamonds... [/fancybox4]-an experience, chronicled by Sunny Vastra, for his news site
How long had it been since Sunny had last been on Ord Antalaha? Probably a few months prior to his most recent arrest, he reckoned. Spending each passing day, living from one bar to the next, and sleeping in a new bed every night tends to blur the long-term memory. This was how Sunny liked it, though. He had been a loner since birth; abandoned by his never-to-be-known parents, never making a single friend with another child in the orphanage, and hitchhiking across the galaxy for some ten odd years makes a man hard to befriend. Sunny figured this is what always drew him back to Ord Antalaha, home to the majority of the galaxy's most notorious privateers. He could feel isolated in this terrestrial pirate's cove as a person of little to no interest when compared to the slime balls which inhabited it.
Soloman "Sunny" Vastra was placed on a street corner, not caring who he got in the way of by loitering in the middle of high body-traffic. His camera was placed firmly in front of his face, focused just above passing civilians' heads, and his right index finger pressed down on the shutter button occasionally. Sunny was fishing for a new title page picture for his personally run holonet news site; a pet-project he had been running for a couple of years now. Its true purpose wasn't clear to the Corellian-born, but it was something to keep him occupied in between bounty-collecting. It had a small, almost cult following on the holonet, but it wasn't big enough to draw true attention to itself. Sunny had no doubt that it would stay that way for the near future, but he did not mind. The longer it stayed small, the more time he had to spend making and keeping it his own.
After a good while spent idly taking pictures around the same intersection, Sunny felt a slight brush against his left pocket. Instinctively, Sunny stuck out his left foot slightly, and caught whoever was attempting to pickpocket him. Though he didn't take the time to glance at the petty-thief, he could hear the satisfying thud of face hitting pavement as whoever it was tripped over Sunny's outstretched foot. The man-child snickered before walking off, slinging his camera around his neck, and reaching his now free hands into the pockets inside his coat. Unfortunately for the pickpocket, Sunny kept his credits and other personal effects literally close to his chest. He could hear the disgruntled thief angrily searching for him, though he would not have any luck, as Sunny was already down the street.
The warm, blue lights of the street above mixed with the glow admitted from the ships passing above as Sunny strolled with no pressing purpose. He puffed on a cigarette, being careful not to blow any smoke into anybody's face; he may be a jerk, but he definitely wasn't a d*ck. In his hands, he held his datapad, using it to search for any new and exciting bars to dive into. One bar in particular, Lucky's, was nearby. Despite his many trips to Ord Antahala, he had never once stopped into said bar. Time to change that, he thought. By the time he reached the fluorescently-lit double doors of Lucky's, Sunny had finished his second cigarette and was prepping another one for his time at the bar. He could hear the funky tunes of the bar's playlist playing through the doors, and was assaulted fully by the music when he pushed them open to stride inside.
The crowd was lively, and diverse; he spotted plenty of varying alien races among the patrons of the bar, and a few women of varying species caught his eye: several of which he winked to as he passed by their tables. When he arrived at the bar, he eased into an open seat and ordered a decent enough scotch when the Kel Dor bartender approached him. When his drink arrived, he lit his cigarette and spent time switching between puffing on it, sipping at his drink, flipping through the assorted pictures he took throughout the day, and prepping his site for his next article on the night life of the planet. What a peaceful night it would be. Or, so he thought...
@Nostromos
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