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[Rav Haskeen]

"....aaaaaaance. Dance lik...like a monke....monkey!" Rav sang, as he swayed down Uscru entertainment district on Coruscant, a bottle of spotchka in one hand "...you have to daaaaaaaance...." the pirate butchered the first chorus of Oona Falluphids hit single Kowak, currently topping the charts in most major systems. He and the crew had been out on the town, following a successful endeavour which he had quite forgotten, starting at Bar Bar Drinks they'd made their way up a level to the Uscru entertainment district - and had simply wandered into each Cantina on the row.

At the end of the row, their ship was parked - completely illegally - but Rav was past caring about the no doubt massive fines they would have wracked up if indeed the Coruscant police bothered to patrol down here anymore.

"I still don't understand why we couldn't get into that one." he jabbed a thumb back at a posher Cantina, which had sleek looking black-suited guards in front of it "Oh! 'It's invite only', pfffffffft. Do they not know, I, Captain Hask...Hasko? I do not need an invitation. How rude." he chuckled to his drinking buddies, before pointing excitedly to a door in front of them. "By the force, a pisser. I'm busting, and the ones on the Corsair are, well - not great." he smiled, wonkily, and staggered into the public loo.

"No other bastards here." he laughed, staggering up to the urinal and getting down to business.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah." he groaned "Dannnnnnnce. Daaaaaaaaance! Daaaaaaance like a mooooonkkkkeeeeeeyyyyy!" the pirate sang, as a good, uneventful evening, came to its end.

OOC - Rolled a 60 for his drunkeness. @Arclight @Eccles @Sreeya

 

[Davik Lorso]

Davik was standing in the middle of the street as he watched Captain Hask stumble towards the public loo and wondered when he was going to tell him that he had a twin-brother.. Alas, the smuggler's gaze was instantly averted away from his drinking companion and towards a fine feline specimen of a Cathar woman he would've loved to do a Catharese love-knot with, something that immediately reminded him of the time he rescued a slave and had Aster forge her a new set of papers.. which reminded him of that time on New Alderaan when he imagined himself a family life with said former slave as wife and a tiny Preef Callo as their son. "You know it's not fair!?" he suddenly blurted out, throwing his head to the right to look at the Kowakian Monkey-Lizard on his left shoulder and automatically also making several steps to his right in an oblivious attempt by his body to repair the balance that his brain wasn't bothering in keeping at all. "How come," the bottle of Chandrilan Rum went to his lips and way too much of its contents was spilled on the man's shirt, "How come,"

He paused, blinked fiercely and looked at the Captain and his twin-brother having a piss together. "How come," and then back at the Kowakian Monkey-Lizard, "You know what, I'll call you Preef. You have quite the guns-" he pinched one of the monkey-lizards arms, "hehehehehe"

It had pained him to have to leave the Catscratch at the mechanic's and hop on the Corsair for this excellent trip to the Core. You could say a lot of things about Nor'baal the Hutt, but the people that worked for him were usually a lot of fun. Couldn't trust them at all though! Won't even tell you when they have their twin brothers going along with a pub crawl!


OOC - Rolled a 60 for drunkeness as well. @Nor'baal @Arclight @Sreeya

 

[Drussk]

"Danssse like a monkeyyyyy!"Drusk sang along with the captain, off key and out of rythm as he shuffled along the dimly lit Coruscant street, A bottle of Corellian ale hanging limply from his three claws. "Danssse like a monk... What isss a monkey Daaavik?" He asked the pirate to his left before upending the bottle of ale and pouring it down his gullet. A loud belch followed as Davik stumbled into him.

"What isss a monkey? Are they tasssty, are they good eatsss?" He would ask again as a heavy arm wrapped around Davik's shoulder, nearly knocking Preef the monkey off. Tossing the empty ale bottle after the captain who had stumbled off to take a leak, it shattered against the door frame, spraying glass everywhere. Leaning heavily on the pirate, his nostrils flared as the heavy odor or rum filled them. "You ssspilled."

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[Emryc Thorne]

Since seeing all the footage of Morgan splashed multiple times across media, Emryc had very little desire to be on Coruscant. However, he couldn’t ignore his diplomatic obligations forever, and he returned to the scene after a few close friends cheered him up. At the very least, Emryc was back to training and he looked overall healthier than he did the past few months. He was on Coruscant as part of a charity fundraiser which eventually led to a happy hour at one of the cantinas.

Emryc was adorned in a gray suit with a tie and button up, his hair perfectly styled in a quiff and he wearing his signature cologne. He looked more like himself than he had in a while, but his face still appeared more gaunt than usual with his eyes betraying a lack of sleep. There was a platinum chrono glinting on his left wrist and he was sitting at a bar with several other diplomats sipping from a whiskey.

Never a fan of small talk, the half Sephi checked his chrono to see how much longer he was obligated to be here. His eyes flicked over to an aide who visually reminded him that he needed to spend another hour here at least. His security detail hovered around him, a droid always at the ready.

After finishing his drink, Emryc excused himself and made his way over to the refresher. He was accompanied by his bodyguard droid on the way there, but it stopped short of going inside. The half Sephi walked in and made his way over to a urinal to do his thing and hopefully leave the bar with extra funds secured.

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[Rav Haskeen]

"I'm gunna dance, daaaaance...." the butchery of chart-topping singles continued as Rav finished his business and did his flies back up, before turning away from the urinal and making for the door. Like all good pirates, he did not wash his hands. "Daaaaaa..." he continued to chortle to himself as he walked past a large man in a smart suit with a shiny watch.

"Oho!" the watch glinted at him alluringly, as he went back to wash his hands, breaking his habit to get a closer look at the time piece.

"Argh!" Rav nearly jumped out of his skin as he saw a large gnarly looking scumbag looking back at him. After a second, he realised it was in fact, him, and he smiled "How you doin'?" he blew a kiss at the mirror, before returning his focus to the man behind him, who he spied in the bathroom mirror.

Wait a minute.

I've seen that schuta before!

He finished washing his hands and walked over to Davik and Drusk and in a not-so-discrete whisper, engaged them in a scheme. "Isn't that, you know. Him off the holos? Not Preef, no the other one. Carrick? You know the Senator dude. The one with the ears." he drooled.

 

[Davik Lorso]

The heavy arm around him helped with the balance poor Davik was definitely missing on his own. "Shtupid Drusk, YOU spilled!" he gestured towards the bottle his other drinking buddy just threw kaput. "Here," he handed him the bottle of Chandrilan Rum and with both his hands free took the monkey-lizard in his arms and cradled it like a baby, "You're no little rodian are you? No," Boy did all those drink have its effect on the poor Ossein smuggler.

When the Captain returned, without his twin-brother, strangely enough, he said something that utterly confused him. "Preef has never been on the HoloNet," he lifted the monkey-lizard and wondered how the captain already know its name when Davik had only just named him. That kriffing pirate was good! "Oh you mean the one from New Alderaan? He's got ears-" he began to wonder if the HoloNet images of that senator actually showed ears and this preoccupied him for a bit too long. "Doesn't everyone have ears?" He looked at Drusk and then at Rav, "Maybe not everyone"

Looking around to see if others in the vicinity had ears he spotted a large muscular man in an expensive suit. He had pointy ears and that made Davik think: Who else had pointy ears? Cathar had pointy ears. That slave girl he rescued had pointy ears. She'd been his wife in a day-dream where Preef Callo had been his son, but, he looked down at the monkey-lizard, Preef callo is a Monkey-lizard now. Does that mean... wait, "What senator dude?"




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[Drussk]

"It wasss empty!" Drusk exclaimed as he waved his hand towards the shattered glass. He blinked in surprised once, twice, as a sloshing bottle was in his hand the next time he looked at it. "It wasss empty hssshk hssshk hsssssshk." He hissed in laughter before tilting the bottle back to pour more booze down his throat.

Drusk gave Davik a crushing squeeze on the shoulder as he laughed before releasing the pirate. It appeared the captain had stumbled back from his piss, and was babbling on about someone with ears. Pointy ears. Where had he seen pointy ears. Wiping his liquor wet lips with a sleeve and fucking the bottle under his arm, Drusk pulled out his datapad and began to fiddle with it until he recognized the picture that had he had seen the video of a man with ears on it.

"Sssenator?" Drusk scratched his head as a video played on the screen. "Isss it thisss Presssident Throne guy?" He asked as he held out the datapad sideways, his large middle claw covering Emrycs chin and neck on the video. "They sssay hisss dick doesssn't work hsssk hsssk hsssssshk. Drusk hissed in laughter with his mouth wide, gleaming fangs bared as a bit of drool escaped a gap between teeth.

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[Emryc Thorne]

Emryc was lost in his thoughts as his mind wandered through the list of agenda items he had to address the following morning. He wanted nothing more than to leave this awful planet and return to his apartment to be a lump on the couch. He thought all this while taking an obnoxiously long time to relieve himself. There was a man two urinals over that glanced over and Emryc knew the man wasn’t looking at his face. The half Sephi cleared his throat to make the other man feel awkward before he shuffled away.

After he was done, Emryc walked over to wash his hands, glancing at himself in the mirror. He leaned in close to put some strands of hair back in place, looking at the dark circles under his eyes. He had gotten lazy about his appearance and that began to show. Emryc was entirely focused on his reflection, viewing his face and skin from different angles and being entirely oblivious to who was entering or exiting the refresher behind him.

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[Rav Haskeen]

That was the President! He was sure of it. Drask and Davik seemed to be of the same mind, and...

...wait?

What was that smell?

Rav sniffed the air and he smiled. Profit!

"Mr T....I mean your Presidentialness. I am a huge fan." he swaggered over to Thorne and slung his arm over the statesman's shoulder "My friends and I would love it if we could have a pi...no a selfie with you." he grinned.

500,000 Credits.

He could see the money now, rolling into his account. An easy 80-20 split between him and the other two, of course. With a grin on his face, he giggled, producing his phone and flipping the camera. "Give us that trademark smile." he chuckled, making a peace sign with his free hand and doing a duck face.[/b]

 

[Davik Lorso]

President Emryc Thorne, eh? Davik mused on the name and seemed to remember seeing the man's face on the HoloNet once or twice. He didn't watch much of it due to the holonet-access point on the Catscratch being broken and on New Alderaan he was always busy practising the Catharese- well, anyway! The captain turned around and back into the refresher, "You need to go again?" Davik shook his head and turned to Drusk, "Blatter of a monkey-lizard that one," but then, always a few seconds late as usual the smuggler realized the Captain's plan. "Ooh, we're supposed to follow." he whispered to Drusk before putting the monkey-lizard back on his left shoulder and grabbing something from inside his stylish jacket.

There weren't a lot of things Davik was truly good at and shooting a blaster definitely wasn't the exception. He'd shot a rodian once, with his stun pistol, and it was a horribly heartracing adrenaline-nightmarish endeavour. No, Davik preferred gambling to settle differences. Gambling, or credits, or that thing he was most adapt at: using the Catscratch to outrun his problems. Said problems being local loansharks, sometimes literally for Karkarodons were surprisingly fast runners, and other assorted types of criminals and law enforcement officers.

"Oh boy-" the smuggler gasped as he looked straight at the big and heavy senator, "-you can fit three of me in there." a wide boyish grin appeared on his features as quickly turned to Drusk, "You take the picture!" he ran over to join the captain and the senator in an awkwardly hand-over-shoulder-or-waist kinda pose, waited for Drusk to join them for the classic "four men and a selfie"-pose, and only then, again perhaps a moment later than he was supposed to, dropped the barrel of his stun pistol out of his jacket. Surprise, Senator.

Davik shot the senator five times, all of them closely grouped in the large man's large left side and fired at point-blank range. All he could think of is how cool it would be if Drusk had managed to capture it all on camera.

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[Emryc Thorne]

Emryc heard the Feeorin before he saw him, and he expected him to simply take up a urinal. However, the man came in close and wrapped an arm around Emryc’s shoulder. The half Sephi tilted his head to face the man, his jaw tightening as his frosty gaze fell on the inebriated man. He almost reached over to pry the arm off, but he had been in this scenario many times before. Not complying usually led to a lot more drama and he had to stick to his role.

The half Sephi exhaled as he stared at the camera, flashing a half grin as the first picture went off. However, his ears shifted and flattened towards his head as he heard more movements around him. A sense of dread filled him, and he attempted to turn. He grabbed the Feeorin’s arm with a vice grip that would be unnaturally powerful and crushingly painful. Rage was clear in his eyes, hints of yellow glinting against the silvers. The Force coiled up within him in preparation as a reflex, but he actively suppressed it.

The shots found purchase in quick succession, Emryc freezing in place as he took the full brunt in point blank range. His eyes rolled to the back of his head as he went limp. However, since he had been turning, he bodily collapsed directly on top of Davik with all 118 kg of muscle, designer suit and cologne.

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[Drussk]

Stowing the datapad once more, Drusk yawned as the captain wandered off before upending the rum bottle once more. Mouth wide open, the rum bottle emptied straight down into the Trandoshan's stomach. He blinked as he heard the word lizard, but it was just Davik talking to Preef.

Or maybe he had been talking to him, his dry eyes blinking once as Davik whispered to him to follow the captain. Follow the captain Drusk did with a slightly unsteady gait, letting the empty bottle of rum fall from his hands as he walked.

"Ah! It isss that Throne guy!" Drusk exclaimed as he caught sight of Emryc Thorne's face. He looked him up and down once as a camera was shoved into his hand. Big guy. He stared at Emryc as his two drinking buddies got into position next to the President, long tongue flicking out to wet a dry eye like a windshield wiper.

"Ssselfiesss." Drusk hissed as he started snapping the picture, holding his thumb-claw down, the camera shuttering rapidly as it took a swift series of pictures that captured the whole scene of events that played out in front of Drusk. Drusk's own eyes widened in surprise as Davik pulled his blaster and blasted the President full of blaster bolts. He blinked.

"Ohhhh." He rolled his head back before hsssking deeply. "Big pointsss for Daaavik with the ssscorekeeper." He said in between deep laughs. Then he thought about it for a moment and frowned. "I didn't get a ssselfie." Looking down at the camera in his hand, he mashed a couple random buttons before walking over to yank Throne up off of Davik and drop the phone on the man's chest, unwitting to the fact that he had just uploaded the pictures to the holonet.

Upset that Davik had killed the man before Drusk could get a selfie with him, Drusk grunted as he shifted the man's arm over his shoulder, hooking one arm under both of the man's arms and holding his chin up with his thumbclaw and foreclaw as he opened the camera on his datapad and held it out to take a selfie.

He frowned again as he looked at the picture. People were supposed to smile in pictures. Glancing over at the corpses face, Drusk hooked his thumbclaw and foreclaw into each corner of Emryc's mouth and forced the mans mouth to form a 'smile' as he held up the camera.

"Cheessse Sssmile!" Drusk hissed as the camera went off. Happy that he now had a selfie, Drusk was about to drop the body before he realized one thing. He could still hear a heartbeat, and a steady breath was coming from his mouth. Did Davik not want the points for such a prestigious mans death, Drusk questioned before finally coming to the only logical conclusion. Credits. Everyone else seemed to value credits more than they did jagannath points.

"Ahh. We want him alive, yesss?" Drusk hissed in question before hoisting the man into a fireman carry. "SSSSSSSSssssss-AAAAAAhhhhh!" The sound escaped his throat as he hissed in exertion from lifting the deadweight of the man. Drusk was strong, but the man was heavy. Walking to the doorway with the heavy man over his shoulders, he appraised the small entrance. After some negotiation he managed to get through, but not without bumping the man's head solidly, as well as his own.

"He'sssss too heavy." Drusk grunted as he rolled the man to flop halfway onto the captain. "You help." Together they could share the load and make the trip much easier.

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[Rav Haskeen]

As the large man fell, thanks to the excellent work of Davik, Rav grabbed his shoulders to slow the fall - preventing a loud 'crash' from alerting others. Gently, they lowered the President to the floor, and as Drusk hissed and chortled, Rav swiped the Presidents watch and slid it into his own pocket.

Profits.

"One moment." he sniggered, as he walked over to the cleaning cupboard and rolled out a very dirty looking cleaning sled. With a great amount of grunting and huffing, he and the gang would pull the President onto the sled, to aid with moving, before the Captain slid open the cleaners entrance, a back door to the loos.

He peered around the door.

There was a small back alley that went right up to the docks. How convenient, the Captain mused.

Waving his hand for the others to follow, they would drag the sled along with them, down the back alley as fast as they could, for fear of the Presidents security detail realising he was missing.

"Go, go, go!" he said, as they arrived at the boarding ramp to the Corsair, Rav scuttling on board, and onto the bridge. Once the others where online, he would take off, and get them underway.

OOC: As I am on holiday next week, with reduced access to posting, I have made it so we can get to the ship, and up into the air. You can then skip me whilst we are in space, or handwave that 'the Captain was on the bridge'.

 

[Davik Lorso]

Startled by the large man falling towards him, Davik was much later to react than the monkey-lizard that jumped off his shoulder with a small cry and sought refuge on top of Drusk. Davik, ofcourse, was only spared broken ribs by the thoughtful reflex of the Captain, who slowed President Thorne's fall so Davik wouldn't get too hurt.. right? Not to muffle the noise, surely, for the safety of his crew was no doubt of his highest concern. Even just temporary crew like Davik..

Regardless, with some moaning and barely audible complaints, Davik managed to wrestle himself away from underneath the freakishly tall man and then just stood there. The Captain rifled through their victim's pockets, Drusk was taking a selfie and he just stood there with the stun pistol still in his hand thinking about the conditions listed on the Proletariat Bounty Board. He was pretty sure that 'Emryc Thorne' was an underworld bounty and worth 500 thousand credits, but only.. only dead. The Captain didn't seem to realize this yet, so there wasn't any harm in going on with the plan, right? Someone as rich as Emryc Thorne could surely pay the bounty's worth for his release. Yes. There was no reason why anyone should die..

Davik helped Drusk and Rav to get the abnormally large humanoid onto the small dirty cleaning sled and then ruffled through the cupboard a little more until he found a large dirty cleaning rag that could somewhat conceal the president's features, so he tossed it over him. It smelled and most likely the rag had been used to clean toilets for years before discarded somewhere in the back 'for being too dirty' but it found its new purpose now. Recycling at its best.

"Where do you think ransom demands should be send to? The HoloNet-" he mused out loud as they pushed the sled through the alley, "-the Intergalactic Systemic Conglomorate's offices?" Maybe the president had a wife or husband that they should send the ransom demand to, or maybe a child? A dependent? Davik felt bad for doing this to a child, kidnapping their father, much like he felt bad whenever he left minitiature Preef Callo behind when he went offworld. NO, no! He wasn't a father. Baby Preef Callo wasn't a thing! Davik slapped himself in the face. Sober the kriff up!!


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[Emryc Thorne]

It was some time after the Holonet footage was exchanged back and forth. Emryc’s head was throbbing and he tasted his own coppery blood. His arms were painfully restrained, his face sporting many bruises. He couldn’t see out of one of his eyes from the swelling and he spat out a glob of blood as he came to. He was sure one of his cheekbones were fractured. Raze simmered under the surface, roiling and standing at the ready to strike. Emryc tempered that side of him, drawing a shuddered breath.

He looked up and surveyed his captors. He had been slightly conscious earlier to hear a lot of the conversations and heard enough to know the Feeorin had a hyperbolic opinion of himself. He could tell the 'Captain' had stepped away for a moment, leaving behind the Trandoshan and the pretty man. Emryc considered his options, taking in his surroundings before he spoke.

“That’s not very nice of you to say,” He stated loudly enough for Rav to hear as he looked at the two remaining men, “I think Captain Haskeen is a very terrifying and fine Captain. He accomplished quite a bit by capturing me. Even I think so. I don’t think he would appreciate you saying such terrible things about him behind his back.”

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[Rav Haskeen]

Now onboard the Corsair, Captain Haskeen felt once again, back in his element - the deck beneath his feet, wind in his...tentacles. It was where he was meant to be! Of course, he was not meant to be planetside, and so he barked orders at his crew as walked onto the ship "Get us in the air, make for orbit." he shouted, as President Thorne chuntered on about his underlings.

He spun on his heels and backhanded the President across the face, wincing as his hand made contact.

By the force that hurt, he prayed nobody had noticed his pain. "Silence! You speak when spoken to! Drusk, take him to the brig and clap him in irons!" Rav commanded, before storming to the bridge.

Of course his worthless underlings were already conspiring against him! Why would they not be - after all, the weak always banded together to overthrow the strong, he had done so against his Captain, after all, except, of course, his Captain was useless, and deserved it. Yes. That sounded about right.

Making a promise to himself to keep an eye on this Lizard and his human friend, Rav settled into his command chair, as the Corsair made progress to the upper atmosphere.

 

[Emryc Thorne]

Emryc exhaled as he realized as the captain stormed in angrily. However, as the the backhand came towards him, he tilted his chair back to dodge. Knowing fully well what he was doing, he channeled the Force as his foot kicked up while he toppled backwards. From all appearances it was a simple backwards fall.

However, the Captain’s experience would be something else entirely.

The half Sephi’s foot slammed up full force directly into the Feeorin’s crotch enhanced powerfully with focused rage and the Force in its most subtle form. That combined with the momentum of lurching backwards meant the slam up into his happy sacks would be enough to crush and do severe damage. There would be a distinct pop and some other noises no doubt coming from the man as Emryc landed with a heavy thud backwards.

Emryc stared up at the ceiling blankly, blinking in silence from the ground.

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[Davik Lorso]

Davik wasn't near the prisoner, why would he be? No, the Ossein smuggler was where he belonged: Stretched out in the lounger, feet on the table and with a glass of spiced Bakuran rum watching how the Kowakian Monkey-Lizard was devouring a roasted frog. "You know, Preef-" he smiled, "-bounty for Emryc Thorne is five-hundred thousand credits dead, right? But he's a trillionaire, so-" the glass went to his lips and he took a large much-deserved sip, he savored it and let the sound of the eating monkey-lizard fill the room for a moment. "-he won't care to go above. Even six-hundred thousand is more credits than any of us have ever seen." and for the Blackwell board member and ISC president it wouldn't even be noticed on his credit account. The galaxy was weird place. Where and to who you were born seemed to matter most. It was fine. Davik had his peace with it. He had learned a lot from the robed people on Ossus.

He took another sip. Who would've thought that a drunken night out would land them the best and easiest score of their careers? Davik the smuggler, from getting his ship stolen to being one of the wealthiest smugglers in the galaxy. He couldn't believe his luck.

Then the Holo-communicator in the lounge suddenly started making all kinds of lights and Davik bent forward to activate it. What he saw was.. discomforting to say the least. "Investigations are underway on Coruscant" whelp, already!? "ISC Secretary of Defense announced a bounty to be placed on President Thorne's kidnappers." Oh that was not good, but expected. As Nor'baal the Hutt told him, bounties were a part of life. They'd get them in all sectors for theft, smuggling or other assorted crimes. The trick was to learn to live with it! What was fifty thousand when you stand to make two-hundred from this one job! Haha, "Bounty of two-hundred thousand credits on the ca-"

No kriffing way. "Cap'n Rav!" Davik yelled, "Drussk!" he stood upright before he realized it and emptied his glass of spiced rum in shock. He didn't enjoy it. He couldn't. "We're kriffed!"

 

[Rav Haskeen]

A man of the space lanes, Captain Haskeen knew a groin kick when he saw one and stepped back out of the way, causing the foot to miss him entirely.

Yet, the man moved faster than he was used to. He stepped back, the foot sliding up the inside of his right leg and missing his groin by millimetres. He fell to one side, his right leg numb as he bit back tears.

"Ha!" he wheezed as he went on all floors from his position on the floor, grabbing his hip flask and taking swig 'for the pain' "Reminds me of my ex-wife." he coughed, rising to his feet with a wince.

"You've got style Thorne, I like it. Davik, Drusk, ease the beatings eh? Get him a drink and show him a pirates hospitality." he laughed, the alcohol kicking in to stifle the pain. After all, they would be spending time with this President, might as well, see what he's made of.

"Bring me spotcka, and...." he smirked at Emryc "Two glasses." he commanded, as the ship punched into hyperspace with a jolt.

 

[Emryc Thorne]

Emryc was disappointed his kick didn’t have the intended effect, but he had no doubts that it certainly cracked something. The Feeorin would feel it later. The half Sephi tilted his head to take in his surroundings, seeing just from one eye to calculate what he was up against. If it was just the three of them he could easily kill them all discreetly and fly the ship back to civilization. However, if there were many crew members, it would be all too easy to expose him. These morons already opened up a line into Holonet and it would be all simple to reveal him as a Sith.

He heard one of them burst in to frantically mention the Holonet. By then on the ‘Captain’s orders, someone had tilted him back upright. Emryc looked at them as they got the drinks. His gaze fixed on the pretty man first.

“Don’t you want to be famous? You are all the envy of all pirates out there.”

Emryc spat out another glob of blood as he looked over at the ‘Captain’. A half grin graced his face.

“You got some glitterstim and twi’lek tits to go with the spotchka? I don't have to be a good boy while I'm here, do I?”

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