Tales of the Raging Lobster 1 (Pirate business).

[Nightmare Moon]

(5 Participants maximum anyone who misses out can join number 2 for some different pirate themed business later on)


Ashur Zaedoc was no stranger to the perils of the Sith main. Soaked in rum and cursing all the gods he slipped into enemy territory using his trusty ship the Raging Lobster. She was not nearly the size of his new vessel but she was one of the fastest vessels in space and could easily outrun most competition. Avoiding several impartial patrol ships she docked into Boonta under the cover of night. Zaedoc had brought his first mate Myshylle Lavoux
with him and through some of her black magics (involving blood sacrifice of several small animals to the spirits) she managed to locate their quarry.

Now strolling quietly up a dark alley with Lavoux at his back Zaedoc hummed an old sailors shanty to himself. Under his left arm he carried a bag filled with the sort of smelly garments that sea dogs tended to spend their days in and in his right he carried a bottle of rum.

Dropping the sack he rapped his knuckles to the wall.

Once.

Twice.

then a third and fourth time in rapid succession.

To those who did not know what they were hearing it was pure noise. However to those in the know it was a sign for action.

 

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Ignis wore clothes of the same variety as Zaedoc, the odd piece of armour, one shoulder piece, one waist plate, the other side in a long red cloth battle garb. His eyes searched left and right as he attempted to hunt who he was looking for, moving through the streets with Zaedoc his force signature was non existant period he had been hiding his presence in the jedi order so long, it had become an innate skill. Able to fool masters and even newly appointed Jedi Councilers. Walking through the City, he smiled, his hands in his pockets and moving along whistling the second persons parts of the sea chanty in time with his captain...

He should not be too far away.

Ignis spoke looking from building to building, his eyes once again sunken in from the tirdness of not eating once again. He really needed to keep his nutrition levels up. Though it didn't seem to affect him at all. Other than his visual appearence. He didn't know how people could handle being like this, though as a member of this hearty crew, even though they had a mission to be on, it was like a party. They were a good bunch of scallywags who knew how to have a good time, but worked when their jobs called for it. Though not without a large summ of superficial complaining. He moved through the crowd like normall being until they moved into a dark alley.

Ignis with a slight stunt of parkour moved up to the fire escape and drawing a rather unreliable scattergun that he had picked up from the pirate ship, though still having his twin blades wrapped up in a blanket under his arm, taking point and using his own perfect vision to spy out any on-comers, though the planet was huge, they were after one individual, who had been trained for this kind of pickup, though Boonta was a disturbing place, getting through the military wasn't so bad. They had their Imperial Visas, as well as everything they needed rearing to go. The hyperspace records were voice locked on the ship, just in case. Ignis knew how the empire worked, and he had assured Zaedoc into these few little favours.

 

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Pax sat in a small abandoned, filthy shack; this was by far the Jedi Knights lowest point in his career, not only had he lost his fleet above Boonta but he had been forced to eat from trash receptacles for a month as well. Pax slowly packed his make shift bowl full of spice yet again and lit the drug with a match, however he never got a chance to inhale as there were four sharp knocks on the door. Pax reached for his lightsaber expecting the worst, however his mind retraced back into his early knighthood, the knocks had been a sign of extraction. A smile appeared on Pax’s bearded and dirty face, he was headed home.

Yeah, yeah hold ye hosses, hold ye hosses, Imma comin, Imma comin! Pax called in a typical Boontan accent as he stumbled to the door.

The door opened and Pax met the eyes of the pirate captain, he tilted his head for the man and his companion to enter the small shack.

Welcome to my humble abode gentlemen, it has been my only solace on this god forsaken world. Pax said with a small smile.

Let us get to business shall we? He asked after a momentary pause.

A single bag was handed to the Knight, inside contained a set of clothing identical to that a corsair wore. Another mischievous grin became plastered to Pax’s face, before he quickly disrobed and changed into the disguise.

Looks good eh? …Mate? Pax asked with a small laugh as the group prepared to exit his temporary lodging.

 

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The group of ragtag pirates left the abode. Zaedoc took a swig of rum chuckling to himself as he did so. Getting back to the Raging Lobster was not particularly hard though one of the seadogs had to stop to throw up and another pissed in a garbage can. This was exactly the kind of work Zaedoc enjoyed best the quiet dirty kind that no one was any the wiser about. Zaedoc was all for hacking a few imperals up with a vibrocutlass or blowing a few skulls out with his pistols but really as long as you got the job done then got significantly plastered on sprits afterwards it was a Job well done.

At the ship itself Zaedoc charted a course back for Tython using an old Galactic alliance hyperspace route unknown to the sith and kept a closely guarded secret by smugglers and nerdowells across the galaxy.

As the captain gunned the throttle he gave a commend to his crew. "Right you landlubbers when we get back to Tython you get too drunk to walk - ya hear me?"

 

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Ignis laughed and watched as he put on his clothes, as the small group of petty theives picked up and left the abode, Ignis leapt down bit by bit the same way he had gotten up, landing and beginning to move with them they headed back to the ship with their rather merry crew. Ignis sang and laughed with them the entire way, looking as much a part of the crew as everybody else did. With a song in his heart and beer in his hand he walked the streets until they arrived back at their ship. Ignis payed off the docking guy, and with a hearty laugh, about a joke that no-one anywhere around here would seem to get, they loaded everyone off.

Getting in the ship, Ignis helped them chart in the hyperspace route which would keep them safely away from the Empire, using a route they would not have logged into their computers, it meant that their travel would take an extra day, though it meant that they would not be able to be followed.

Ignis as they were well into hyperspace finally got back into his real clothes, singing with them and re-equipping his real weapons and stretching, the excess power expended from the pirates wafted through the air, residual energy, falling into Ignis' mouth as he breathed, in such trace summs it would not even be noticable. Unless someone were to truly focus on him.

He put back on his hat and his rawhide leather coat, becoming the powerful Jedi master once again.

Well, that was entertaining.

 

[Apollyon]

Pax laughed as he walked through the streets with the rowdy group of pirates, he suddenly remembered why he enjoyed their company so much; more booze and women then a single man could handle. The drunken lot made their way down back into the ship and after a few moments they were off into hyperspace and headed back to tython, back to safety. Pax the Jedi Shadow had slipped through the hands of the empire yet again, just like he had in his youth.

To freedom lads, to freedom! Pax cried as he boarded the ship.

The interior of the ship was quite lovely, spacious, and had a rather large open bar in which Pax was sure he would drown himself in liquor. Of all the things Pax had felt in the last month this by far was the best, freedom was better then the finest of liquors or the sweetest of women. Now if only he had a razor to shave with...

After a few hours the ship and her crew safely arrived at the Jedi temple on Tython, Pax was home and truly free at last.

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