Pirate Sanctum: Destination Baralou

[Eccles]

Pirate Gathering - The former Crime Lord's hangover
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Davik had some initial doubts about aligning with pirates, especially since their leader was a somewhat unpredictable former Sith. With the risk however also came some security. None of his enemies would dare to challenge The Beast and as long as Davik was part of the menacing Zabrak’s crew he could safely try to regain some of his lost wealth. The Zabrak’s fierce reputation wasn’t the only reason why Davik had joined, as the Wandering Marauders’ pirate haven was located on Baralou, which was a planet so far in the Outer Rim and away from the hyperlanes that humans had barely disturbed the immense riches that the planet held below its surface. Few months before the attempt on his life, a freelance smuggler had disclosed the secret of the many gemstones hidden on the planet just so he would be admitted to one of Davik’s famous parties. Somehow this secret was the first thing to pop into his mind when he pondered on his next move and figured that mining and then selling the gemstones made for a good start in credits. That the Dead Drop Pact had its safe haven there was a setback at first, but Davik had never become a Crime Lord if he couldn’t come up with a way to spin things into his favor. So there he was, sitting in his Lethisk-class armed freighter and hidden among the dense jungle vegetation while he waited for one of Baralou’s heavy rain and thunder storms to subside.

An empty bottle of Corellian whiskey distorted the holo-image of an already flickering Twi’lek dancer as the storms were messing with the signals going and coming from offworld. In the background music played on a volume that made it heard on most of the tiny abandoned island surrounding the ship. Small mountains of Glitterdust lay near the overturned pazaak table and through the open doors into the captain’s cabin lay two passed out sentients. One tightly holding a pillow as she lay snoring on top of the sheets, while the other never seemed to have reached the bed and was face-down drooling on the custom made floor of Bandomeer yew. Sure enough, the latter was the Exiled Crime Lord of Ryloth, now turned pirate, and the former his from Ryloth Syndrome suffering slave. It wasn’t until the music stopped abruptly that Davik woke up as if from a nightmare and slowly began to realize where he was. “Ooh my head-” he cried as he pulled himself up against the bed and blinked several times in an attempt to regain his usual much sharper vision. “I can’t remember the last time I got kessed up this bad without Glitterstim.” he said in disbelief and despite the sudden dizzyness turned his head to overview the mess they had made the night before. He concluded quickly that it was a mess which Misa would be tasked to clean, so without further delay he rose from his seated position similar to how a Bantha would after just giving birth to twins and made sure he could preserve his shaky balance before smaking the Cathar with the extra pillow “Mi-” he began but had to cut short her name to swallow down something sour that had come up from his stomach in the sudden motion “-sha!”

The Cathar jumped up in shock and as she had partaken in the festivities of the night before immediately fell backwards off the bed and landed with a loud thunk on the Bandomeer yew. “Go clean.” Davik paid no attention to her painful landing as he was too occupied with his failing senses “and prepare the refreshments for when the weather clears up. Our new colleagues will be visiting us” he tried all his might to grin, but instead had to force his left hand before his mouth to stop the sour substance to land on the bed as he used he right to navigate himself through the small freighter towards the bathroom. When he returned a good half hour later Misa had prepared them some breakfast to quieten the stomachs and ease the stabbing pain in their heads. Unfortunately for them it was exactly the moment they sat down to eat that the rains subsided and the dark thunderclouds made way for clear blue skies and a hot sun that would need just three hours to turn the drenched dark beaches on their tiny island into pearly white sand. That, ofcourse, wasn’t so bad if it wasn’t that Davik had the night before invited his new colleagues in the Dead Drop Pact to a little gathering to commence after the storm. Rushed out of his chair as if by an electric jolt, Davik cried “quick, get the tent!” and rushed to the storage room “Here’s to pray we’ve got enough Bakuran Rum left.”

Thirty minutes later they'd have a crude tent set up between the tall palm trees and battered crates on the sandy ground featuring a total of six bottles, everything that remained from Davik's private stash. Their stomachs had settled with some bread they had hastily eaten during their preparations and it seemed just in time, as on the horizon Misa with her sharp eyes already began to spot speeders approaching their island over the water. Speeders were the dominant way of travel between the islands as there often was no place for the starships to land.

 

[Miz]

Troy gazing aimlessly at the stars sat comfortably on his throne aboard The Low of Solipsism, the infamous Asharte slave vessel that reeked of the Dark Side as if appearing from hell itself. As he sat there in deep thought an overwhelming sadness came upon the man as he realized that there were distant galaxies he would not be able to conquer, exotic people to enslave, and cultures to destroy. There had to be an innumerable amount of foreign species outside of this galaxy that will not face the gavel of a superior race of humanoids who were smarter, faster, and stronger than the 'baseline' human. At least that's was what Troy and most Cydavesse thought. Anyone not born of Asharte blood was inferior and the mere act of showing up to this gathering meant they were approaching as equals which disgusted him.

He pressed down a button on his chair as he wiped the tears from his eyes. A few grim moments of silence later two large chiseled men covered head to toe in heavy black armor barged into the room, before kneeling to their majesty. Troy's throne jumped up, levitating above the air beneath him as the large chair adorned in solid gold and shrunken heads turned to face the kneeling men. His elbow resting on his thigh, and his chin resting on the back of his hand, he addressed the two warriors. "At ease my good friends, Perseus and Lionidas." Good friends, and ones he can trust since his days in the arena. Warriors with unwavering loyalty and combat prowess to match. Though they enjoyed their slaves a little too much. They insisted they should make a quick stop on a nearby world for a slave run. Hit a small village from orbit , come down to fight their best warriors, enslave the woman and children, and kill the rest. If lucky the whole ordeal would last around eight hours. Troy was only angered by the fact that they had exhausted the salves from last run so early. He would need to teach them new methods of preserving their catch later, but for now it was back to business. "We are to make planetfall soon. Prepare yourselves." "Yes, lord Asdrubael."

A mere few hours later, the three sped atop the lapis lazuli water gunning for the meeting place. Agatha had warned Troy of the Sith. Sworn enemy of the Jedi and a worthy foe. Even though he had never met a Sith or knew what one was before she infiltrated the Jedi, Troy always wanted to enslave a culture bred of darkness like his own. She had taught him a few Jedi techniques along with the ways of the Force. He would spread this knowledge with the rest of his people so they could never be bested by an outside force. Arriving from the east, the three landed on solid ground and began to make their way to the tent. Troy was adorned in all black armor. His fantastically long hair and cape blew in the wind behind him as he saw a man in the distance. Appearing from the brush, the leader of the two greeted the man "I am Asdrubael Troy. Glad to make your acquaintance." he lied.

The three towered over the man as if they were statuesque titans. Not a blemish on either ones face. Not one imperfection in sight. The pale men wore make-up for protection from the sun, not to look prettier like most humans do. Most Cydavesse will agree that translucent skin was a sign of true beauty and felt uncomfortable around those that use make-up. Makes them think they have something to hide. Their halberds stuck into the ground beside them, Lionidas to Troy's left offered a token of appreciation, dragging a cage two prisoners in front of the man, before bowing out the way.

 

[Eccles]

"Oh my-" Davik sighed, a shiver of fear running down his spine "Pale skin, black armor and huge to boot. Steeleye Brethren." he tried to swallow but his mouth was too dry. His right hand was shaking a little as he watched them approach, "Don't speak, Misa, these are the worst kind of slavers. They'll take you from me and cut off my head just so they can see how long you'd last swimming with sharks." he turned towards his Cathar slave "That's the rumors, anyway, they might be a really nice in person." a slight smile crept on his face, but suddenly his teeth started clapping as if he was standing naked on Hoth. The three man had set foot on the beach and approached the pair of shivering pirates with both an elegant a powerful stride. There were five of them, but two seemed considerably shorter and also walked with a significant limp.

"My name is Davik Lorso," the fearful human bowed to the Cydavesse prince. Misa, as ordered, remained several steps back and aimed her gaze to the ground. This was especially hard when the leader of the Steeleye Brethren presented Davik with a gift of two prisoners, both looking like all their willpower had been sucked out of them as much as they were malnourished. Davik only felt disgust. True enough, he himself had been the overseer of a spice mine solely operated by slaves, but they were fed well and well cared for if one ignored the shock collars that were used when one fell out of line. These slaves seemed to serve a mere temporary pleasure. Beaten and raped until their bodies and soul could survive no longer.

Careful not to make his disgust noticed, Davik bowed again in a sign of intense gratitude. "Thank you for this exquisite gift, Asdrubael." and then he bowed even lower "Please forgive my ignorance and outright discourteous behavior, but alas I do not have a gift for you. I am merely a lesser man and lost everything in a coup." he said in a subordinate tone before he snapped his fingers to signal his Cathar slave to take the prisoners and lock them inside the small freighter's guest room. As Misa took the docile prisoners away, Davik straightened his back and extended a hand towards the tent "Please, Asdrubael and friends, enjoy my hospitality while we wait for the others."

 

[Miz]

Asdrubael smirked as Davik showed the proper respect to one such as himself, though what was even more impressive is that he had known him by his first name. Admittedly it was easier to go by Troy as it were a common name with the rest of the humans, not necessary common amongst Cydavesse, though. His name was his name. And even though it wasn't Asharte in origin he suspected many baby boys (to which they would grow into fine warriors) to be named Troy once his rule reached its zenith. If his third eye wasn't covered in make-up he would see the man's true intentions, but even a blind man could see that he was outnumbered and wouldn't dare try anything. As Davik 'broke his back' as many Cydavesse like to call it, Troy allowed himself to break character once Davik's slave disappeared from his sight. "Stand tall and lighten up!" Asdrubael bellowed in laughter, "You'd make a fine lieutenant. You admit you are nothing and as such leave room for improvement. A wise man!"

As Troy made his way towards the tent, Lionidas and Persues reassured Davik that his intentions were pure and making his way here just to enslave him wasn't worth the gas. "Troy is but a trickster in person do not be daunted by his cold and distant nature." Lionidas stated, "Well...unless we know you're an enemy." he said nervously rubbing his helmet knowing the consequences of apostasy. The prince knew that those close to him cannot operate under fear or his regime would fall to backstabbers and liars. He would reward those who serve generously and leave little room for doubt that he can fulfill his promises. The three entered the humble abode quickly making themselves at home, placing their feet on expensive furniture and taking off their helmets.

"Did you see him shivering!?" Troy laughed, "Twas like a shaved kitten on an Asharte night!" "No, no, no." Persues interjected "Did you see the way he 'broke his back' to you? Twas like an old man reaching down for a piece of candy." laughing, Asdrubael slapped his knee "Did you see the Cathar girl!?" Lionidas asked, "It's as if she had been struck with a thousand bolts, her hair stood up like a radio tower." As the three laughed in unison, they would help themselves to whatever beverages Davik left around for them to drink as they awaited for the next round to arrive.

 

[Kuro]

The Edemmian's three tails stood on edge. He was new to this whole pirate shenanigans and wasn't quite sure what to expect. He sat in his small, stolen freighter on a nearby island. The invitation to meet had piqued his interest and he couldn't resist. So he had flown all the way here, to a small hidden place. The air was tense all the way, he was nervous, his tails had shown that, swishing back and forth quickly. This was the first time he was going to meet his accomplices from the Dead Drop Pact. He had no idea what to expect from them, he heard a few rumours and that was all. All rumour stemmed from something so naturally that was what made him afraid. He had dressed to impress, after briefly taking a quick dip in the ocean that surrounded the island. He hoped the smart black-shirt and black jeans would be okay, along with his dark boots. He quickly applied a fresh eyepatch and he set off on a small speeder to the meeting place.

The small speeder gunned towards the island and Kuro couldn't help but feel nervous, scared even. He wasn't afraid to admit it. He just had a bad feeling about it, though he couldn't put a finger on it. The speeder quickly arrived at it's destination and he made his way off the coast of the island to the small tent nearby. He quickly lit a cigarette and took a large drag of it. Jesus he was nervous. He approached the tent just before he two slaves were taken away. Therefore he could deduce that the other 3 men were clearly the one's in charge and slavers. All Kuro felt for these men was disgust. Slavers pissed him off, especially since all he had seen of his fellow edemmians were all slaves, apparently the Edmemmian race was a good race to enslave, which made him feel nauseous. He watched the three men walk into the tent as he approached the man at the door. "Good day, I was invited. My name is Kuro, nice to meet with you Mr Davik. Do I just go inside and join them?" he said before taking another drag of his still lit cigarette

 

[Richie B.]

(OOC: Sorry for the long wait was really busy this week, also sorry for the bad post kind of rushed it)

Many did not know the leader of the marauding pirates, outside those of the crew, yet when you meet him it isn't that hard to see why he is the leader, being a titan didn't cover it, he was large, as force user you can tell he has flirted with the dark side. It is the reason for his twisted soul, being greedy to the point he is half considering killing those here just to take what they have, though Durak has long since learned that working with others can give him more wealth than just going solo. Smirking he was driving with a speeder pushing it harder than it was intended and making dangerous turns almost hitting rocks and islands, simply because of the rush it give him.

Many would hear the sound of his speeder, and those within the force would sense his presence, as the beast doesn't hide his force sensitivity at all, though after his fateful fight with a Jedi, he has forgotten about his Sith past and is weaker with the force than he would normally be. But that doesn't stop him from using it when he most, knowing that a blaster at the right moment can beat a Jedi or Sith. Durak could sense the Slavers ship and their leader though the force, hiding his past of Sith teaching and not answering questions about it was something common for those that see him using the force. Yet none, not even the Zabrak girl that he is caring for knows, the last glimpse of good he will help make, shouldn't know the evil that raised it.

Yet right now Durak focus on just meeting with the people and hopefully show strength and good will, even if it hurt Durak far worse than when he tries to remember the blank moments of his live. Reaching the island was faster than he would have like, bringing nothing but a pistol and his lightsaber, wearing a leather, jacket and a white shirt with black pants. It was clear Durak wasn't here to impress anyone not his allies or his crew that would show up, yet he smile show he was actually here to have fun and enjoy the sins that would be provided.

Noticing the prince through the force, the man smiled glad to know he was late, hopefully he can mess with the prince and test the waters with the boy. Seeing new blood and Davik, here made the man happy to have shown up ready show them the ropes only so that they can make him more credits.

Landing on the island, with a scared face and large frame he would have looked like a regular thug if it wasn't for the lightsaber and pistol or the dark aura around him, oh how Durak loved the feeling of it. The dark side gave one power and pleasure if one does things to make it happy, and with the blood on Duraks hands he would prove a good follower to the dark nature.

"Hello there, hope the leader of the marauders wasn't late, would be a shame to keep the good boy, I mean prince waiting." Durak said in a joking tone.

 

[Eccles]

After the Steeleye brethren with their imposing figure came a short Edemmian, whose features were similar to those of Davik's Cathar slave, that greeted him in a much less formal manner that put Davik somewhat at ease. Sweat was dripping down his back after his introduction to Asdrubael and if it had been anyone else to come next Davik might've felt all the blood leave his brain. Fortunately, Kuro didn't have the distinctly threatening aura about him and Davik managed a smile "Yes, Kuro, come inside and have a drink"

Davik would've taken his blaster and shot himself in the head if the next visitor hadn't looked scared himself. Sure enough, it was quite strange to see the Beast appear scared, especially in the company of associates and friends, but it made some of the tension disappear that the dark aura surrounding him created. It was strange, but Davik was glad the Zabrak decided to approach Asdrubael, his partner in the Dead Drop Pact, so that he could even for just a moment recover inside the freighter.

Slightly hyperventilating, Davik felt a tingling sensation in his upper lip due to an excess of oxygen as he left the warm and moist Baralou air for the lot cooler synthetic atmosphere of his Lethisk-class freighter. "How are they?" he asked Misa, referring to the two prisoners Asdrubael had given him. "They're in bad shape, clearly malnourished and broken, if not in body then in soul." she replied with watery eyes. Although Davik had never truly mistreated her, she could relate to them on a level he would never be able to. Overseeing a slave-operated mine was bad for your karma, but what these Steeleye Brethren did was plain awful.

 

[Miz]

As Kuro entered the tint, Asdrubael would outstretch a hand to greet him if he hadn't heard Durak's comment. He only heard it through holo-call but recognized the voice immediately as the leader of the Marauders. They were at a truce, but didn't waste the opportunity to humble the man. Standing up tall in heavy black and purple armor, Troy held his chest high addressing the Zabrakian's rude comment. Lionidas and Persues went into high alert reaching for their own weapons, Troy raised his hand stopping them in their tracks. In truth Asdrubael respected the Jedi way more than the Sith. From the stories Agatha told him, the Jedi, exceptional warriors, exterminated the Sith and their culture a thousands of years ago. If that was the case then Durak was too much of a coward to go down with his people. In any event, he had his halberd in his right hand and blaster to his side. He had never seen a Sith before, and never saw one fight either. "Boy? Mr. Durak, I may not look it but I am decades older than you." Asdrubael said matter-of-factly, "If you show me respect I will show it back."

It was the years of perfected plastic surgery that kept the Cydavesse beautiful. Troy was but an old man in a young man's body. Another reason why the Cydavesse are perfect in Troy's mind. Directing his attention towards Kuro, he coldly stared at the weird cat thing "Sorry, I'll have to cut this introduction short." it would seem their host has left us. Surely whatever matter he needed to attend to his new slaves could handle it. Ducking down to exit the tent flap, he ushered Lionidas and Persues to come along dropping their drinks on the sand along the way. Unless anyone had something to say against it, he would continue to make his way towards Davik's freighter.

 

[Kuro]

Kuro gave a short nod of thanks to Davik and walked inside the tent. He saw the three Cydavesse men gathered around the beer so he quickly squeezed by them as he quickly picked up a cold beer. He saw the leader outstretch his hand before cutting it short and turning to Durak. Kuro gave him a cold stare before stamping out the cigarette before raising the cold beer to his lips, as he took a large swig. Slavers disgusted him. He despised them with a passion. He turned to face the large Zabrak known as The Beast. Well that title certainly fit the large thug. With his scarred face and large muscular build, it wasn't hard to see that why people called him that. Being a force sensitive, he felt the sheer force of his force aura. It was disgusting, but yet still extremely powerful. The man was clearly enjoying his presence and clearly enjoying the darkness that surrounded him. Davik seemed the only decent person there with the Cydavesse being slaver scum and Durak being a Sith.

He simply gave the leader, a prince cut his introduction short as he stomped out of the tent with his two lackeys in tow. "Slaver Scum." as he spat out some of his beer on the floor. "They disgust me, they should die with their beliefs" as he looked at the large Zabrak which would now be his employer. "It is an honour to meet you Mr Durak, I do hope you don't mind my disgust for him"

 

[Richie B.]

Durak was not a man who cared for others well being, but he did live by one line, power means everything, if he felt that killing the slavers gave him more power he would have done it. But that wasn't the case, and though many people will argue with him, but he treats everyone the same, slaves or master, prince or servant they were all the same, the only difference is the power between them. Yet if someone has to hide behind a title it just show that they weren't a true man, just a boy hoping to force control where he has none.

Yet Durak felt confident that the prince would grow to be a powerful man one day, and Durak will one day have to end him. Smiling Durak knew what he said would have such a effect and it seems the prince might be easier to mess with than he thought. Speaking just before the prince left Durak spoke in a voice that all would hear but it wasn't because he raised his voice rather just spoke clearly and with the attempt to annoy.

"Oh sure, prince understand power is only thing that matter, slaves or not, power does not come from a title it is earned, and until you have earned it you will still be just a boy." Durak spoke knowing it wouldn't really sit well with the prince, but testing his patience is important to see if the prince actually can become something greater.

Turning to the newest member of the pact Kuro, since Durak spends time learning everyone's names. A way of showing that they are worth something.

"If you feel like you can sure, kill the boy, but know that is only if you have become more powerful than you may do it. Until than let your anger grow and let it guide you. An once your ready strike swiftly and with no mercy. But remember power is the only thing that matters, so that includes myself if you become more powerful than me. Than you are to kill me also." Durak said with a nonchalant tone not like he just told a person to kill someone even a partner and himself.

 

[Eccles]

Davik had heard the thundering voice of the Beast and quickly made his way towards the ramp of his freighter. He hadn't expected that the relationship between the Steeleye Brethren and the Wandering Marauders was this bad, especially since Durak seemed intent on insulting members of a particularly vain race. "These gems can wait" he muttered and with the Cydavesse still too far away to reach the ship he closed the doors and pulled up the ramp. "Misa!" he shouted as he turned around "get us the kes away from here! These guys are a ticking timebomb."

A few moments later the engine shocked to life and lifted the freighter up into the sky. As the pirate and slaver ships both were on their own island, Davik made an unburdened exit off planet. The exhausts of the Lethisk-class freighter would almost blow the tent into the trees.

 

[Miz]

Asdrubael cracked a smile so wide one could see it from behind. This man was a loon. An imbecile. If he were a boy, then this man was a reproductive cell compared to him. He popped off at the mouth about power and didn't know what it meant. The Ex-Sith was laughable, but it wasn't until Davik flew away and got engine dust on his armor did he get angry. His smile turned into a frown as he turned back around with his warriors following him. In just an instant a valuable asset with a laundry list of connections on the outer rim were gone. "See what you did?" Troy barked, "If I knew you were this incompetent I would have fired upon you once you turned your back!"

Asdrubael knew he was still under contract and couldn't kill Durak or break his treaty with the marauders, but a good ole fashioned beating would be in order. And the cat thing should learn to keep its mouth shut. Sad he couldn't kill him either, but he would make a nice coat or carpet, though the fabric he normally messed with was a bit more expensive. With a flick of his wrist, the tent flew into the air, revealing the two standing there. With a loud yell, Troy outstretched his halberd and charged Durak intending to impale the man. His two warriors coming up on Durak's flank with their halberds ready to strike as well. He would keep the man alive. Just barely.