Ask On the lash.

[Drussk]

Drussk huffed slightly at the command to ease off beating the President. He had been enjoying himself. Grabbing the heavy chair roughly with one hand, he hauled the president's throne back into a standing position before giving the man a heavy pat on the back

"Nothing persssonal." He hissed before hsssking in laughter as he grabbed a bottle of spotchka and poured two drinks. Handing the captain his glass, Drussk shuffled over to the captive and held the glass out for a moment before realizing that mister thorne didn't have any hands to drink with.

"What doesss an asssexual want with twi'lek titsss?" He asked, confused. As far as Drussk was concerned the tabloid story he had stumbled on was concrete fact.

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[Emryc Thorne]

Emryc didn’t resist as he was hoisted up, though he felt a painful throb through his head. His vision blurred slightly as he blinked, his left eye still too puffed up to see through. The half Sephi appeared largely unfazed by this. He glanced over as the Trandoshan - Drussk he remembered - brought over two drinks. It dawned on the pirate very late that Emryc had his hands restrained. Emryc looked at the drinks, then back up to Drussk, and then back at the drinks. He didn’t appear to get the hint.

A faint grin graced his face as Drussk mentioned the tabloids guessing about him being asexual. He first looked around to make sure nothing was recording. Thankfully even the pirates weren't stupid enough to keep things constantly recording.

“Let me tell you about me and some twi’leks,” He began, “8th district Nar Shadda after Rancors won 100 to 60 against the Gundarks. I'm feeling great. I got her face down, ass up in the back room of this-” And he went into some very explicit details for a while, “So I’m grabbing her by the lekku or whatever the fuck that shit is called and you know what she does?” Emryc shook his head before making a popping noise with his mouth, “Socks it to me better than you and your Captain over there. I see fireworks and I’m just blinded. And I still didn’t have the sense to let go of the lekku because,” More explicit details, “And they’ve scared me ever since,” He chuckled to himself, “But damn if they don’t look good. I’m surprised you all don’t have some entertainment around here. The last time I hung out with some pirates in my free time, we had twi’leks and big booty Cathars.”

Emryc’s gaze flicked over to Drussk, “Do a man a solid and untie me, would you? I wanna get a taste of that spotckha that smells like it came right from Tatooine’s asscrack.”

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[Rav Haskeen]

Rav appeared to have found a new drinking buddy, and as he sat down opposite the President, he gestured to Drusk "Come now, how can he drink all trussed up like this eh?" sure, it was a risk to unshackle their prisoner, but - what was life without a little risk? Plus - what could a politician actually do to them? "We are gentleman here on the Corsair," the Captain added "...and you and I, we have similar tastes yes? So, sit back, relax, enjoy our hospitality whilst we wait for the ransom."

He laughed along at the Presidents story, and by the end of it had firmly decided that the galaxy would be a better place if there where more politicians who liked Glitterstim and Twi'leks, preferably at the same time.

"My mother, bless her, said to me there are three things a pirate must never do, one, go to work sober, two, board a ship from portside on a weekday, and three, yank the Lekku at school." Rav paused as if a great realisation had occurred "You know, I don't think she was talking about Twi'leks come to think of it. Oh well." he stood, wobbled a bit and found his space legs, before untieing the President and walking around behind him to pour him a second glass of Spotcka.

"Mr. President-man, you sure you don't have some Pirate in you?" he chuckled as he offered the President an open box, with assorted death-sticks and glitterstim inside "Maybe? I think so. We shall need to take you to Kafrene, a spaceport of some repute, get some Cathar ladies and Twi'leki company yes? Good, good." he waved his hand at the crewmate by the door "Tell the bridge, we must make a stop at Harvs place."

As the man ran off to the bridge, apparently forgetting he had a commlink, Rav resumed his seat and took up his drink and a death stick "You'll love Harvs place. It's a dockside bar on Kafrene, drink, drugs, booty - and that's just Harv!" he burst out laughing at his own comedic genius "But, you must promise me President-man, not to run off yes?"

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[Davik Lorso]

Since no one came running to Davik's panic-filled cry for him he just stood there for a moment, watching the news and then looked at his empty glass. "One last bottle, then-" he sighed as he grabbed the bottle of spiced Bakuran rum and headed towards the bridge, where, somewhere along the way, he found Drussk, Captain Haskeen and the ISC president sitting down, having a drink with the latter unbound. He was about to yell at them, to share the news of the gigantic bounty on the two of them, but something caught his ears that made him change his mind.

It reminded him of Mera, the slave-girl he had rescued and their son Pre- NO! Not that daydream again! The smuggler shook his head, uncorked the bottle of spiced rum and took a large sip until he throat burned, he choked on rum and coughed out what was at least a mouthful of the good stuff. "Reminds me-" he coughed, "-of this thing these two Cathar taught me when I joined up with the Kowakian Devil Fleet," he started as his the sullen expression of before was quickly replaced by a grin of absolute nostalgic pleasure. "You wouldn't believe. Seeing it isn't doing it and doing it is," he sighed as his smile widened and sat down next to the Captain. "The Catharese Love-knot, they called it."

That's all he said, leaving the other three probably wondering what this love-knot is exactly. Judging from the bounties on their heads, though, Emryc seemed to have a much better chance at finding this out than Rav and Drussk.

Then he thought of something. Emryc Thorne was the president of the ISC. He'd have a lot of work for someone so accomplished as Davik! Well, the smuggler really did need some extra credits.. "My name is Davik, by the way-" he told their captive, "Davik Lorso." He took another sip from his rum, "If you ever need a smuggler, I'm your guy. I deliverd bribes to senators for Preef Callo," the mind's eye image of a baby rodian was temporarily replaced by that of the actual legendary gunslinger, "I also ran a Sith Blockade on Eiattu-" he paused, was it Eiattu Four or Six that that Darth Asminys had invaded? -something. Even helped Systech Corporation with their expansion on Quesh. You could say-" another mouthful of rum, his eyes slightly cross-eyed, "-I'm worth every credit." Once Emryc's representatives paid for his ransom he'd no doubt hire Davik now. Who could deny how impressive his resume was.


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[Emryc Thorne]

By the time the pretty pirate returned, Emryc had an arm slung loosely around Rav’s shoulder. He was singing loudly offkey while waving around a bottle in his other hand.

“There wassss the forty feet between them when they stopped to make their play,
And the swiftness of Preef Callo is still talked about todaaaay,
Jakku Red had not cleared leather ‘fore a bolt had fairly ripped,
And Preef Callo’s aim was deadly with the big iron on his hip!”

Emryc paused to tilt the bottle back and take a large swig from it before passing it to Rav’s lips for him to drink. Both men were smeared with Emryc’s blood at this point but neither noticed or care. The half Sephi blinked as the pretty pirate returned and began to talk about the Cathar love knot.

“ONWARD THEN!” He valiantly thrusted the bottle up into the air, “We set forth on a quest for the holy Catharese Love-knot. Some of you may die, but it is a sacrifice I am willing to make,” Emryc chuckled to himself as he took another long swig while Davik introduced himself. The half Sephi eyed him for a moment. He squinted for a second or two before finally recognizing the other man. He was sure they had run a smuggling operation together. Emryc managed to steal some of his spice while telling him a deep conspiracy on how Preef Callo was actually the Eternal. He hoped the other man wouldn’t find some way to recognize him after all these years.

“My naaaaame is Emryc Thorne,” He introduced himself back, “And I will hire you to find me some big booty Cathars,” He shouted the last bits before he remembered he was in the middle of a song. Emryc switched to Huttese, belting out the rest of the song off key and loudly to lead the other men into a chorus.

After a while, the ship began to descend down into the Kafrene spaceport. Emryc almost toppled over as they landed, and soon enough the ramp was extended out for them to disembark. He was still in his suit with a bloodied up face and he wondered exactly how they would pull this off.


OOC: Credit to Morgan for the song

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[Rav Haskeen]

The ship touched down, and Rav, helping to prop up Thorne, who was helping to prop up him, staggered down the boarding ramp, under the glow of large lights reading 'Harvs'. He mumbled along to Thornes singing, before stepping forward, and spreading his arms wide - his sturdy spacer legs somehow keeping a balance.

"Well, well, well! If it isn't Captain Rav Haskeen." Haskeen gulped.

He knew that voice.

He looked at Emryc, and shrugged, as he turned and nearly fell over, to see two buxom young women standing there, arms crossed. His face split into a smile "Dana! How've ye' been by dea-" he was cut short as a crack of a slap lashed across his left cheek.

Rav looked, quite literally, gobsmacked as the second woman spoke "I'm Dana you PIG!" another slap made for his right cheeck and he stagged back into Emyrcs arms.

"No! Dana....I mean Vera! Don't be like that! Think of all the good times we had!" he looked forlornly up at Emryc as the ladies walked away.

"Loves cruel sting, President. How she wounds." he looked sad, briefly, before springing to his feet and pointing at Harvs place. "But, ever onwards my friends - Cathar booty and Twi'lek...." he made a crude gesture over his chest and winked "Mamacitas await!" he boomed out a laugh, and slung his arm back around Emryc, his other around Davik, wishing he had a third for Drusk, they staggered into Harvs place, as an undulating and very drunken morass of scoundrel, with a large helping of President.

 

[Emryc Thorne]

Emryc watched the scene play out with the other women, his gaze flicking beyond them to take in his surroundings. He was still leaning into the pirate captain for support, ignoring the stench that permeated off him. Emryc improved Rav’s smell with his cologne, but the other man was not doing Emryc any favors. He caught the captain when he fell into his arms, patting him lightly on the shoulder as he shoved him back to his feet.

“Love...does sting..” He paused for a moment, the grin suddenly gone from his face. Emryc shook his head, “Don’t ever do it. They’re always sooooo pretty and give you that perfect smile and call you sweet names but REALLY they want to anchor you. And we’re space men, yeah? We fly where we want, YEAH? NOBODY TIES US DOWN!” He cheered as they began the journey towards Harv’s. There was a bitterness to his tone and he was suddenly much quieter.

Thoughts of his predicament were replaced with memories he wanted to push aside. He felt that familiar pain in his chest and that sick feeling in his stomach. Why did he have that uncomfortable feeling in his stomach? Was it indigestion?

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[Rav Haskeen]

More and more convinced with each passing moment that they had more in common than he had first released, Rav gave Emryc a brief smile - the closest a pirate could get perhaps to showing care for someone who, let's not forget, a hostage. He'd seen his fair share of down on their luck crewmates, spurned by lovers, chastised by their other halves, and there was one solid, tried and tested cure.

Drink and more women.

He nudged the President again. "Chin up Prez, savvy? You'll need that charm I've seen on the holos for the ladies!"

Rav swaggered toward Harv's, stopping short of the vast looking doorman who looked them up and down. The guard was so large, it looked as if he hasn't grown over his life, rather congealed from a morass of industrial waste and meat extract. He smelled like it to - musky, a brooding slab of violence and substandard college grades.

"Urk."

"I know, I know, you are full - but then again when isn't Harv's place poppin' am I right? He's always been the talk of the town."

"Urk?"

"Oh come on now! Surely there's space for a few honest spacers just looking for a drink and a good time?"

"Urk!"

"Ok fine. We won't take a booth if it's going to be a problem my friend. So, how about you buy something nice for your lady, Misses Cornovallidroxambuleth - that's what you called her, yes?"

"Urk."

The man-slab waved them in as the Captain slid a few credits into his massive hand, which looked large enough to cave in a banthas skull by accident.

Swaggering inside, he made for the bar - leaning on it for moral, and possibly spiritual support, and called for the barman. The man hurried over with about as much enthusiasm as you could imagine, whilst the Captain focused his attention on President Thorne.

"Don't you ever want all this, you know? Freedom. Away from that desk, away from the cameras, just you, your boys and the open stars?" he asked, actually interested in the answer. Ever since he was a young boy, this was all he had ever known, and he had never looked back. Before he could continue his questioning, however, the barman arrived with a harumph, and slammed down several greasy looking glasses, pouring a golden liquid that looked slightly flammable, and then swaggered off.

 

[Drussk]

The half bottle of rum that Drussk had poured down his throat had begun to catch up to the Trandoshan by the time the captain was untying the prisoner, and while a faint alarm bell rung in his scaled head, Drussk's mind was chugging along slowly. Much of what was said was a blur, but the alarmingly vivid details of the President's private life burned a rather confused but intrigued imprint on his young mind.

Following the flap of the captain's cape, Drussk stumbled into Harv's. The bar was a good place to lean, and Drussk instinctively took the space to the other side of the President. Nodding along to the Captain's speech. President Thorne's life must be boring behind desks and cameras. No time to experience the thrill of the hunt, the excitement of the chase and the satisfaction of catching one's prey. Just desks and cameras. Probably papers.

"Caaameraaasss!" Drussk slur-hissed as he remembered the picture he had taken earlier, and the fact that he had a camera. Pulling the device out, he leaned heavily on the President, a long scaly arm over his shoulders. "I diiidn' geeet a ssselfieee with you earlieeer," He hisssked as he opened the camera app, "at leassst, not whiiile you were awaaake hsssk hsssk hsssshk."

Holding the camera up, he angled It so the himself, the President, and the Captain were all in the picture. "Cheeeeeessseee sssmiiile" He slurred before blinking at the flash of the camera. The corner briefly displayed the picture of Drussk forcing a smile on the presidents unconscious face as the last taken picture before being replaced by a closed eyed Drussk and the others.

 

[Davik Lorso]

Years ago when Davik played the second guitar in an Ossein band named after their fleet; The Kowakian Devils, he had been somewhat unceremoniously replaced when his bandmates no longer wanted to have their Coreworld tours also be the front for Davik smuggling spice. He had tried to continue the smuggling ring, but also tried to whoo the sadness out by enjoying a little bit too much of the to-be-smuggled product. Needless to say that at some point he had been Glitterrylled out of his mind when someone succesfully convinced him that Preef Callo had been the Eternal, which seemed so important that Davik ran out to tell the world only to find out in the morning that his entire stash was stolen. Let's just say that was the last time the Crimson Dawn ever trusted him to smuggle their stuff.

Coincidently, when the four of them entered Harv's place, Davik recognized someone he had dealings with before. "Lenny!" the smuggler-turned-pirate-turned-kidnapper said in his most jovial tone of voice. A Cathar wearing a thick bantha-leather jacket turned towards him, showing that he wasn't wearing a shirt underneath his jacket and why would he? He had a beautiful fur to keep him warm and boy did it look soft. "Ahh, Davick," the Cathar bared his sharp teeth in a wide grin, "the usual?"

To his surprise the smuggler shook his head, "See those three over there?" he pointed towards Rav, Emryc and Drussk. "Don't know a Catharese love-knot."

"Aha!" Lenn "Lenny" Cann laughter and with a very masculine shoulder-shrug took off his jacket and let it fall to the floor, showing everyone his soft fur and the claw marks on his back. The locals knew the legendary lover's reputation and soon.. soon Rav, Emryc and Drussk would know it, too. "you three! Join me in the VIP lounge!"

The bill for this was going to be gigantic, but Emryc's ransom was going to pay for it all so it was fine. It was worth the twenty thousand credits that it cost to see the real professionals perform a proper catharese love-knot.

Once they entered the VIP lounge they would see four cushioned chairs lined up along a large heart-shaped bed. Small side-tables had refreshments and spice for its guests and on the bed itself sat two truly gorgeous Cathar women. Their yellow eyes as captivating as their soft shining fur. Davik, knowing what was about to happen, knew to take one of the middle chairs for the best view. "Come on, boys. Sit Sit," he told them enthusiastically.

What they were about to witness was the Catharese love-knot as performed by the legendary lover Lenn "Lenny" Cann and his wives, Mara en Shera.


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[Emryc Thorne]

Emryc glanced over to look at Rav’s heartfelt smile which made the Feeorin appear as if he had terrible gas. The half Sephi gave a vague grunt in response to his words.

“Yeahhhh,” He slurred slightly, “I charm ladies far more than I intend..” The last bit was muttered under his breath.

Emryc lumbered along behind the Captain, watching the exchange with Urk with glazed over eyes. The half Sephi grabbed the proffered drink and tossed it back as the Captain asked his question.

“Welllll if I didn’t sit behind a desk, I wouldn’t be important enough to hang out with you fine gents right now,” Emryc chuckled to himself right as he was pulled into a selfie by Drussk. Silver gaze flicked over to the images taken prior, remembering full well the Trandoshan’s clawed fists landing blows repeatedly on his face. He remember the pain, felt the sick satisfaction Drussk took in hitting him. Yet Emryc simply gave a dazed smile at the camera as he took the selfie.

“Cheeeeeese.”

The half Sephi looked up when all three of them were led over to a VIP area by Lenny. Emryc’s gaze certainly lingered more on Lenny and his majestic frame than his equally impressive wives. Silvers fell upon the feline ladies with perfectly groomed fur and glorious chest and rears. He didn’t miss the way they stared at him - likely more attracted because his face was roughed up if their husband was anything to go by.

Soon enough, Emryc was completely transfixed. The lights were low and cool and he could make out the outlines and the perfectly graceful movements. He was sitting between the other men, silver gaze visibly wide. His lips were parted and his jaw was slack in sheer fascination.

“I didn’t know they could bend like that..” He muttered quietly loud enough for Davik to hear, “...or make those sounds.”

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[Rav Haskeen]

Walking toward the VIP lounge, the Captain, of course, had got himself distracted hearing a tune blare out through the speakers, he started performing the Dougie, with unnervingly well-executed ease and skill, before breaking into a series of powerful hip thrusts, his hands thrown up into the air as he gyrated his way over to the sound of UNTZ UNTZ UNTZ blaring out of the speakers.

Which a bottle in each hand, he took turns in taking large glugs from them, before arriving at the door to the VIP lounge, sweat dripping down his face as he was waved in the side, ears ringing, only to be presented by a sight that this author, simply cannot justify with words.

After a few seconds, he slapped himself around the face and had to make a physical effort to close his gaping jaw at the site that was playing out before him.

For once, Captain Haskeen was lost for words.

"Hummuna, hummuna..." he garbled, his brain unable to put into words the knotted mess of limbs, fur, groaning and...was that a fork? He hadn't seen anything like this before, and he'd been to a Castellan Semi-Drilled Hyper-Orgy on the Solar Plains of Geonosis, with his eyes open. Slowly, he sat down, a single tear sliding down his face, as he became lost in what was taking place before him, he wept, not from his heart, but from his soul. Outside the VIP booth, the UNTZ UNTZ UNTZ, had become that little sweeter.

 

[Drussk]

Drussk took a closer look at the picture he had taken, frowned when he saw his own eyes were closed. They were supposed to be open, but that flash had been really bright. He was about to try to take another one when he realized the others were wandering off and he stumbled to his feet to chase after them, leaving his untouched drink on the bar.

Stumbling into the private room and finding a seat next to the captain, Drussk was quickly enthralled by the scene that played out in front of them. It was hard to trace the patterns in the darkness, but that only enhanced the show. He quickly found himself in a panting fury as he watched the prey species twist helplessly. He wanted to hunt, to taste meat and blood. To feel flesh tear under his teeth.

But he also wanted more, a feeling he had not felt since the last mating season on Dosh. To run wild, find a mate, and... He shook his head. The prey before them continued their show and he tried to keep his eyes off them, to deny the unnatural feeling that such furred mammals attempted to provoke with their show. He didn't stand a chance. He stared as awestruck as the others, slurping back a little bit of drool that escaped his maw every few minutes.

 

[Davik Lorso]

The love-knot finished with a climax that brought fond memories to Davik's mind back to when he first participated in this agile display of love. He sighed as all the tension released from his body and satisfied he took a sip of his drink. "You thought the galaxy was all about senate hearings, boardrooms and warfare, didn't you?" he asked the president rhetorically. That was what he imagined they did, anyway. Talk endlessly about boring stuff, then declare war, make some poor folk suffer and then make peace to talk endlessly again. Stuff like that bored him. Him. The Ossein used to spend weeks alone in the less traveled hyperlanes of the galaxy.

Legendary Lover Lenny and his two gorgeous wives sat panting on the large bed. "Looks like your new friends enjoyed it, Davik," Shera smiled as she looked at four men in turn, noticing their gaped jaws and eager eyes. Davik blushed, for he had once tried to do the love-knot with Shera and he had strained several muscles that were essential for.. well, you get the picture. Doing it with two was truly a feat reserved for men like Lenn Cann, speaking of which, "Not for nothing, Davik, but-" Lenny started but Davik quickly put his hand up, "This guy-" he nodded his head in Emryc's direction, "-is picking up the tab."

Davik noticed his glass was empty, so he refilled it with spiced chandrilan rum and rose from his seat, tired by all the involuntary muscle-spasms his body had done for the last two hours of watching the Catharese Love-knot be performed. "You still need a second string for you gig friday?" he asked Mera, who was panting heavier than the others, not following the strict diet and exercise of her partners, "Yeah that Rodian cancelled on me again." Mera was the lead-singer of the Furry Fantastics, a name which was more fitting when it was still a band consisting of only Cathar and Shivastenen. She was a great singer, but they all knew their fans only came to watch her dance. "Text me the address, I'll be there," Davik said to Mera's obvious joy, though Lenny and Shera were less enthusiastic, "Don't show up spiced out of your mind this time," Lenny bared his teeth, "or run off with the married base player."

Davik's eyes widened as he quickly took a sip of his drink. "..I-" he stepped back around the chair, "-have no idea what you're talking about-" he tapped the Captain's shoulder and whispered "-run"

Then he left the VIP room in a hurry.



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