[] Somewhat of a holy name for a ship used for nefarious purposes but oh well, i've come to grips that my immortal soul is already in danger. Hehe. Anyways, it's a pretty good sized ship (spaceship >>;), crew quarters, a cafeteria/lounge. Full service gym and even a bar! A med-bay as well as a chapel for those who feel like getting a little something off their chest. What i'm looking for are people to want to drop in as part of the crew, everyone is welcome men/women. Hell if you wanted to play that alien in your mind that just couldn't find a spot for bring 'em on. My character Luc De La Roux, of human origin is the Captain, and he is not adverse to either sex. He is for all intents and purposes a pirate but hates the word. He prefers liberated to the word thrown around 'stealing' Um, all are welcome and I really hope you have as much fun with this idea as I think i'm going to.[]<br/><br/>Having just left orbit, the dry-dock retrofitting the engines, and repairing a fuel leak. No sense in irradiating the whole crew right? Though all these repairs from their last skirmish had left the Captain's pocketbooks dangerously low. It was like a empty feeling deep in the pit of his stomach and only one thing would fix that. Plundering of course! At the helm, he would pilot his own ship thank you very much! Luc would look out through the viewport, checking navigation just to make sure he had the right heading. Before firing the thrusters first, while those main engines powered up. It wasn't long before the hull would creak as those main engines fired.<br/><br/>Sitting back in his seat, legs crossed at the ankles, as his fingertips rubbed through a good weekends worth of stubble upon that chin. Wondering where just where he planned on heading, picking a system at random he would steer the ship in that direction, while keeping an eye out on certain patrols, as well as for any objects of interest. Hell if he saw a convoy of supply ships on his way, he might just have to swing by and introduce himself.<br/><br/>Once the course was plotted, he would let the computer take control, and wander from the bridge, traversing the now empty halls since most of his crew were still in their racks, wondering if perhaps he had gained any new additions since his time in high-orbit over the last planet he was at.