Ask Crows, Buzzards, Skulls, and Bones

[Rix Braji]

Daalang fell along the lines of a hyperspace route between ISC and Hutt space. One of the friendlier planets for spacers to seek starship services in the sector, but it was still very much on the frontiers. Pirates had been taking advantage of ships coming in for repairs lately, but the rumor was that someone had shot them down recently.

Rix had found that pirates oftentimes wouldn’t have the tools to salvage the husks of ships left in their wake. They’d often pick the most lucrative parts by weight and leave the rest for the scavs. That’s why he was here.

His day was going well. He’d found the nose of a starfighter floating through space and the forward clamps of his ship held them in their clutches. Due to the damages he wasn’t sure what sort of fighter it was, but it was a good chunk of durasteel.

LE-90 sat next to Rix in the cockpit, piloting the ship while he watched holonet news. The droid chimed over the sound of news. “We will arrive in Daalang’s orbit in two hours.”

“Easy day!” Rix said, leaning back. Things rarely went off without a hitch for him, so he was riding a high as he counted the credits in his head.

@Alhon

 

[Damon Crow]

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Captain Damon Crow hit the decelerator, bringing The Black Knife out of hyperspace like a wraith in the night. The stark black ship bore no markings or external lights, sailing almost invisible against the darkness of space.

Damon was in his element. He was free and flying again, the wheel of his ship gripped in his palm. Thirty years he had been imprisoned for his crimes, long enough for the galaxy to forget his name. But now he was back and soon enough they would fear his colours once again. Soon enough.

He rolled the wheel in his hands, banking hard to the right and sweeping down on his prey. He had been searching for an unwitting target out in the galactic beyond for three days. The scavenger freighter in his sights should prove perfect, but he would not take any chances. The Black Knife was the faster and the more heavily armed, but a clever scavenger could still give him trouble. There was no need for that.

Damon thumbed the controls for his ship's ion cannon. If he could get within range, a single blast should disable the freighter and give him a clear run to board it. Then he could get introduced to whichever poor soul was sailing out here all alone and politely relieve them of their cargo.

@Sharp