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[Gentis Freem]

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 together on their next big score. One of their number, the Moguls Fortune had already arrived, moored itself off one of the larger landing bays in the mining settlement, and sent its Captain ashore. Captain Gentis Freem was his name, and he cut a fine figure as he strutted down the 'gangplank' and out onto the dockside.

"There be a foul smell in the air." he took a deep breath, and spat on the floor. Taking a drag from a death stick he sighed "Scum." he grinned, as the deep chortle of Hodor, the Fortunes Dowutin Quartermaster rumbled behind him.

Dressed in a deep red longcoat, a brace of pistols across his chest, a gamorrean combat knife in his wide bantha-hide belt, and a cutlass at his hip, he felt the numerous knives he had secreted up his sleeves, in his boots and just about anywhere he could fit them, nestle snugly. He had brown trousers on, and a large leather tricorn hat resting atop his head.

A Captains hat, he told himself.

Without another word, he stalked over to the long table set out for their meeting. It had been put out on the dockside, allowing Captains to dock their ships within walking distance, and get to the meeting place within sight of their own vessels, and their crews, who could stand at a respectful distance from the table - close enough to hear, but out of the range afforded to swing a sword a meet your mark. The table was circular, so no one Captain had to suffer the bruised ego of seeing their peers at the 'head' of it. It was heavy with bottles of dangerous looking alcohol, stims, and other drugs in quantities that would make an customs agent faint.

Captain Freem would not be the first to sit, instead he headed to the table, swept up a bottle of Spotchka, bit off the cork and took a swig, scanning around for other Captains as they arrived. He declared himself, as was proper "Cap'n Freem, Moguls Fortune. Here to drink, smoke, and then talk business with those who'd hear of it." he said with a smile, as those of his crew who had come to watch the proceedings cheered, heartily, at the mention of their ships name.

Who next, would join them?

OOC - Open to captains and crews only. Consider this a pirate meet, to discuss bizniz.

 

[Z'Kair]

A gathering of pirates sounded like a trap. Get all the captains in one place and kablooey! It was the perfect plot. Nonetheless Kai found himself here because he had to establish himself. The exploits of the Skurvy Fox were starting to hit the rumor mill more often than not. The elusive Captain Kodi was a name he wanted to be known across the stars. It didn’t matter that his crew had the collective IQ of a toenail, they would inspire fear and respect across the galaxy.

Captain Kodi strutted in like the proud fox he was, adorned in a slick, black pirate coat and form fitting pants. His boots had a slightly jingle of chains as he walked and he, of course, also had a pirate hat that allowed for his adorable ears to stand out prominently.

The Fiani took a seat at the table, glancing over at the pirate. With his eyepatch, Kodi thought he looked far more piratey and let that fluff his ego.

“Captain Kodi of the Scurvy Fox,” He introduced himself, “Here to take what I please,” He said with a fanged grin. Moments later, he drew up a box and planted it on the table, “And also to interest others in a subscription of Emryc Energy, a fantastic source of fuel for all your pillaging and raiding needs if I do say so myself!”

@Nor'baal

 

[Iviinyc Eldar]

Spoiler: Music

Song

Spoiler: Dice

rolled for "arrival status" to see how good Strill is at the start
29/100, barely success, you succeed in your end goal but take some sort of negative in doing so

The rings of Kafrene were worth a visit but Iviinyc hoped it would not be for too long. She preffered to stay on the move even when resting. The location neighbored Takodona and was easily reachable with the biox detour making it an ideal place to travel. Furthermore this was the perfect place for pirates to congregate.

*urp* A soft belch was barely stifled by the mandalorian brigand and only further muffled by her helmet. She titled her chin downward out of habit and was followed by a sigh of relief. The headache from the mornings hangover was receding but at least the night had been fun.

"'scuse me." She said mostly to herself only to hear her captain mention a smell. She sniffed the air audibly, wondering if her burp had really smelled that bad. But there was a particular stink that lurked in the air. Maybe it was the smell of crushed dreams and sad refugees. Maybe the street meat just sucked. Either way she would wait to eat anything until they got back on the ship. But then the pirate realized her captain was making a joke and chuckled.

Flanking Captain Gentis Freem as he disembarked the Mogul's Fortune was one of his taller crew members, a twi'lek that stood nearly two meters garbed in mandalorian armor. The plates and flight suit underneath were colored in varying shades of green and detailed in orange with a few symbols that only other mandalorians would likely recognize.

A Westar on either hip and a Galaar-15 carbine held securely in her arms were the obvious means of defense the twi'lek carried. She was a pilot first and foremost and thus lacked a jetpack like many of her kin wore. Instead her armor appeared mostly to resemble a typical flight suit and had patchwork repairs and had seen heavy use over the years with seldom a visit to an armorer. The extension of her body however was her pride and joy, the Beskad-9 which was parked neatly on the Mogul's Fortune for the time being.

Iviinyc Eldar, better known as Strill or just "Mando" to the rest of the Fortune's crew stood at an appropriate distance behind her captain. She looked at the other ships that had gathered and the corsairs who joined Gentis at the table. Like her partners in crime Strill cheered, wooped and hollered at the mention of their ship. <"Like nobody's business!"> She added in Huttese.

When a fiani pirate introduced themselves Iviinyc could not help but stare. He was far too pretty to be a pirate. Then again he had an eyepatch so maybe there was a hiddeous hole under there. Maybe there's something else wrong with him. If nothing is wrong then why the hell am I attracted to him?! He is a pirate captain. No! Not today Iviinyc. You're nursing a hangover Keep it in your breeches.. She tried to convince herself why it was a bad idea to sleep with other pirates. But damn she could not help but imagine those fangs leaving marks on her. The Eldar gulped and was glad to have her helmet on as well as virtually no other twi'leks around lest they notice the subtle hints her lekku gave of her thoughts.

@Nor'baal @Sreeya

 

[Dismas Zaa Fenn]

Dismas disembarked almost two full minutes after Gentis and Veen. He had decided to call her Veen in his head because try as he might he had trouble pronouncing Iviinyc. Ee-Veen-esh. Karking hell, Dismas, it wasn't that hard it's just Veen and then an eh in front and and ehs behind. Uhh Veen-ish. The fortune's navigator took another swig of his flacon of exclusive Coreworld scotch and carefully pocketed it.

That little bit of scotch had cost him three peggats. It was way too much, but its not like he really needed to credits from pirating. He was on the Imperial payroll -Captain wages- and the heir to one of the Crymorah crime families. No one here at Kafrene knew that, ofcourse, except maybe if he-

"Hey you," a rather corpulent weequay turned around to see the -in comparison- short human in his unremarkable clothes looking up at him. "Yeah? What do you want little man?" the much larger man (in comparison!) chuckled, but his face hardened quickly. He had no time to chat with someone he didn't recognize as a pirate captain. "You see the Kowakian. Tall Tulo joining the meet?" Dismas asked and felt immediate relief when the large weequay shook his head. "Last I hear he's near Sullust. Some Crymorah business," and in other words; the captain of the Kowakian wasn't attending the meet and that meant no one that knew Dismas' last name was anywhere near the Rings of Kafrene.

A few moments later and Dismas walked into the meet, where he took his place among other crewmembers that weren't allowed to sit at the captain's table. "Did one of the captains pay a round yet?" he asked a Pantoran pirate he didn't immediately recognize as belonging to one of the already present crews, "just that spicedrink that makes your heart beat like crazy," Dismas joined him as they both shook their heads. Last thing they needed was an elevated heartrate during boarding. Adrenaline did that well enough on its own. "Too bad. Sure one of them will want to buy us over soon enough."

After all, what is a pirate meet if not a perfectly democratic system of popular vote based on who gets who the most drunk, fat and rich.

 

[Gentis Freem]

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 vessel, I hear your quarrys lower their shields just at the mere rumour of your ships name?" he lied, making sure his brushing of the mans ego was heard by the other crews. After all, it was important to make sure that people saw a Captain as a man who knew how to make friends, not just lose them.

If they wanted to pursue a big score, Captains needed to be able to get along.

Gentis would dance that dance for as long as the music played. He had a lead, a mining guild vessel bound for Mygeeto, a hearty hold of precious stones for deposit. He would need a consort ship to ensure it worked, and he needed to ascertain if the man could be trusted before he made that offer.

"The war between the Cartel and the Empire, has caused chaos in the lanes, chaos we can all use. But, i'd know your view and that of your crew, of the offer the Empire has made to men like us - letters of Marque in return for service to the Imperial war effort?" he took a drag on the death stick and look around the meeting through a haze of smoke.

"But I tell you myself - those Imperials don't have the balls to meet our way of business! Just the other day they tried to poach my crew, and guess what they offered us instead of a flimsy letter of Marque, not worth the flimsi its written on?" he slammed his hand on the table "NOTHING!"

A chorus of shocked grunts and mumerrings came up from some of the crew watching, as Captain Freem sneered - making sure people knew that there was business to be made the old way, because there should as hell wasn't business to be made under this new 'Privateer System' until the Imperials wized up.

 

[Captain Ahab]

"Ye speak loudly, but wisely" A deep vocabulator voice broke though the conversation.

Ahab certainly looked out of place. A droid plodding around unaccompinied by an owner was rare. A droid model from the clone wars even more so. A Tactical droid acting as a pirate captain? That was like finding a Krayt Dragon Pearl inside an Akk dog. Sure, it may have happened at some point in long history of the glaxy, but it might as well have never happened given how unique and rare event it was.

And yet, that was how it was here. Ahab, a Tactical droid, painted with bright blue markings and the emblem of an open maw on his chest, followed by 2 B1 Battle droids, each painted over with livid colors more wildly than a Twilek Sex slave in a corporate sponsored orgy. As the Tactical droid approached the pirates, hands behind his back, he gave very little notice towards the odd looks he was receiving. Such beings were beneath him. He would only speak with his equals and superiors. If anyone lesser wanted his attention, they would have to ask for it.

"I be Ahab, Captain of Poggle's Revenge" the droid introduced himself as he pulled a chair out and sat down with the others. "And lest the Cartel completely fall to the empire, I calculate slim chances the Cartel forget yer faces. Ye wont findst work amongst the hutts again lest ye bring something stronger than their hunger to their tables."

Ahab tapped the table twice. One of the B1s jumped slightly and placed a few syringe bottles of Nepenth before the droid. Taking one, Ahab began to apply it liberally into a open joint on his head where a mouth could be imagined.

"Striking deals with the Empire may be more permanent than onest prefers."

 

[Sag'etare Baracco]

-PING!- The gold coin flipped up from the thumb and landed back in the hand. Its owner, a Zabrak man in a casual stance.

He was a captain—of his own ship, that is, but the Endless Song was gone for the moment with his new employment. Though, he did not stand alone.

The crewmate of the Moguls Fortune positioned himself with the other crewmembers not able to sit at the table.

Unlike some of them, this pirate wore no hat, his long black hair draping down either side of his face to sit at his stomach. -PING!-

He sported a long light brown duster, the garment concealing most of his weapons, though he rested a hand over the hilt of a sword sheathed at his hip.

“I don’t know about that spicedrink.” Sage engaged the conversation between a Pantoran and a Human (@Eccles).
He lifted a hip flask from his jacket, unscrewed the cap, took a swig and finished with an “Ahh… Spiced drink, all the same. Rum, anyone?”

Sage would toss the flask after he had asked, or pocket it if no one wanted it, as he listened to the captains’ conversation.

Cartels. Imperials. -PING!- Where’s the fun if we can’t get into trouble? Wondering while watching and rolling that coin across his knuckles.

 

[Dismas Zaa Fenn]

Dismas was stunned by the pair of Force-enhanced balls on the Klatoonian pirate captain. Gentis was trying to rally the other pirate captains against the Empire, while he himself accepted their payment and -with Dismas onboard- their oversight. Was he trying to keep the fat cartel-prices all to himself, then? A worried frown appeared on the young navigator's face when suddenly another member of the Fortune's crew engaged him and the pantoran in conversation.

He didn't know Sage that well yet, truth be told, and he wasn't about to share his worries with the Zabrak either. "Got my own flask," Dismas tapped his jacket, referring to his own flask of exclusive coreworld scotch. "Plunder from the Batuu Bantha.". A ship they had recently boarded near the planet Nyss.

"The other pirate captains are real quiet," he finally remarked to the Zabrak and the Pantoran, "think they fear both the cartel and the Empire too much to get involved?"

There was something positive intel to be reported back if that was indeed the case and Dismas hoped that it was, indeed, the case. As a member of Blackout Fleet, as the presumed heir of the Zaa Fenn Crime Family and as someone who had a significant one-sided bond with Julia Hipori, the astronavigator was extremely conflicted by this war. The more he heard Gentis talk the less confident he became that he could sit it out in the anonymity of a pirate ship.