Yo Ho. Yo Ho. A pirates life for me.
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				Title: <strong>Yo Ho. Yo Ho. A pirates life for me. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zombie Apocalypso</strong> on <strong>08-06-2009, 07:31:02</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://i468.photobucket.com/albums/rr44/SymptomaticCyanide/MaidenMonkey.png)</div><br>Crafty as she was, Nyte Sterling couldn't have picked a worst planet to raid. Every thief, mercenary, and lowlife had converged onto one ground, in a district without law. To be a female here, without an escort or friends in high places was virtually unheard of. Of course she wasn't just any female. Trained in the art of self defense and thievery by a most fearsome man, few could cross her without finding themselves minus a few limbs. However being as unlucky as she was she ran head on into a person with the know how to be her undoing. <br><br>Evergreen eyes scanned the room, noting her captors and the best course of action. Exit was her only solution, however it was likely she would get caught and have to talk her way out of it eventually. "I was just on my way out." Getting in was most certainly a lot easier then getting out. Club Ace at the heart of planet 17, was exclusive to twisted rich snobs with body guards on steroids. Sliding between two burly men was of course, degrading, and disgusting to say the least. But hey it got her out the door and that was all she was worried about. Having accomplished her first task, she set out to run for her life. Stealing from the owner of Clube Ace was probably not her smartest idea. But it was such a pretty sceptar, shiny and encrusted with glorious jewels. No doubt stolen from a monastery or some ancient burial ground. <br><br>Just as she rounded a corner, nearly tripping over a group of vagrants a arm wrapped about her waist, a hand clasping over her mouth to keep her from squealing. Pulling away, clutching the scepter close to her body she faced the man. "I would be careful who you pull into dark alleyways. Thanks, Sir I bid you Adieu." Whoever this man was he wasn't following her and didn't have that bizarre carnal desire in his eyes like so many here. It kind of made her feel inadequate. Though she had reason to be full of herself, she was inclined to be rather vain. Nonetheless Nyte had an appointment to catch with a certain captain who was her way out of this place. Ripping off strips of her shirt she strapped the scepter to her back wrapping it up so it wouldn't be noticed, and headed towards the docking bay. <br><br>The ship she was searching for was a bit smaller then the rest, less grand on the outside but a way off the planet nonetheless. From a pouch on her belt retrieved a slip of parchment and approached the vessel speaking to the first person she seen. "May I speak to your captain." He responded by pointing her towards the ship's haul. Obviously the captain was somewhere inside. When she finally found the man he was standing over a map with his back towards her. "You are in need of some help on this ship, I can do most things. Navigation is my strong suit. I am looking for a way off this planet, and am willing to work free of charge." When he acknowledged her presence, she was surprised to note that this was the man from the alleyway, and even more surprised still to note that he had made it here before her. She was quick but obviously he had been quicker. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Yo Ho. Yo Ho. A pirates life for me. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Craz</strong> on <strong>10-06-2009, 21:24:08</strong>
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				Captain Marcus Wylde was a man who enjoyed his life, but not the details of it. He enjoyed being a rogue, a pirate. He enjoyed the freedom it offered him, the thrill of the job and the fighting. He would be the first to admit that he enjoyed a fight, loved the feel of steel-whether it be gun or blade-in his hands. Most of all, he loved the exhilaration of payday, of when he could know that he’d finished the job, and he was getting paid for that. What he did not like, however, were his clients.&nbsp; <br><br>Lord Harkon was a fat, cruel, unreasonable man. He had jowls that only enhanced his ugly features. The job that he had today was a standard delivery run. It would be going into government territory, incredibly dangerous. Marc, as he preferred, did not know how Harkon had gotten such a title, though he suspected foul play and any number of unsavory deeds. Hell, it might have just been self-endowed.<br><br>But the fact of the matter remained that he had money, and lots of it. And if he wanted illegal numinium ran into government space, and he was willing to pay the largest pay he ever had received. So, Marc agreed. “As you wish,” He said to the vid-comm image of Harkon, then closed the comm. All that was left was Marc’s face, reflected in the black glass of the screen.<br><br>He had dark, gothic features. Angular lines gave him the semblance of an eagle, almost. He had a permanent five o’clock shadow, as it used to be called. His eyes were a heavy gray, making him look older than he was. His dark hair had been nicely cut-three months ago. It now hung in a long but neat way that hit the back of his neck. <br><br>Marc moved to the navigation desk, starting to stare over the charts. He had just started when a voice came from behind him. It was that girl from the alleyway, the one who he’d tried to brag away from that riot that had been brewing. She was the one who was supposed to be his navigator. “Ah, Miss…sorry, but I can’t remember the name. Welcome aboard. Ever flown a bird this big before?” He smiled, not mentioning the encounter in the alleyway. Business came first.
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