<strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">BAE</span></strong><br/><br/><strong>Room:</strong>On "Ghost Ship"<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Bryzgarians (race controlling the ship), Niko (his dog)<br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lz0hg3XzTD1qhjzh7.jpg)</div><br/>A low thrumming sound echoed through the storage docks of the stolen ghost ship.  The dimly light room was dank and musky, and as many an engineer would know, it was mostly warm.  Truthfully it was awful, the humidity was drenching, it stank, and above all it sucked.  A unique laughter could be heard echoing towards the small storage room.  And that same unique laughter spoke in an odd voice that sounded like a drowning German man as it entered the room.<br/><br/><strong>"Brah vryn nush"</strong>a second voice chimed in with a deep gurgling laughter then proceeded to reply<strong>"Kigh tryn un brah grool"</strong>The foot falls echoed closer and closer to the makeshift holding cell.<br/><br/>His eyes fluttered open as the bars to his cell were shaken as the creature grunted deeply.  He felt himself swaying, his arms hurt like hell, his head swam with pain and images of what lead him to this unique predicament.  His legs were bound tightly with his mechanical tail bundled up as well.  Groggily he lifted his head as hazel eyes looked about, his vision was blurred but he focused on the definitive figure before him.<br/><br/><strong>"You know whats funny about you Bryzgarians,"</strong>he smiled softly<strong>"you cant think for your selves!"</strong><br/><br/>The figure shook the cage violently as he felt tension in his shoulders which caused him to hiss in pain.  Moments of dizzying pain soon passed as he heard a third set of footsteps.  His eyes focused on the figure, a lanky rat like humanoid, but it wasn't human.  He was definitely one of them yet as he spoke he sounded nothing like them.<strong>"You Vylarians are the fools, so easy to toy with, and the best part is what parts of you aren't eatable, we'll scavenge for ourselves, I mean I have always wanted a tail"</strong><br/><br/>As he finished his words, a canine growl came from the right, the tallest of the three was near a box  near the wall.  He was smacking the box profusely as it shook.<strong>"Tell your mistress there he hurts my dog he'll live to regret it"</strong>Bae was definitely not in the position to be making threats, and he knew it, but what else could one do as he realized his days were numbered.  All he wanted to do was meet the merchant that used to own this ship, an older fish like man who held unique relics and books from lost worlds. They were both history buffs, liking the simple things in life, the irreplaceable objects.  So like he always did he met the fish-man in orbit outside the 3rd (and farthest) moon of Neptune IV.  That night held a bunch of rude awakenings.<br/><br/>The small man just laughed once more, and speaking in their language he relayed Bae's empty threats.  Soon the whole room was filled with the sound of drowning Germans laughing.