Kalyu	Jiub was having a strange day. The pirate captain of the corsair you are on, Captain Falshaif, had suddenly made a decision to change direction. You spent the week in warp space, traveling to Felicitas instead of the agreed upon Ceres, and after hopping out of warp the good captain had collected all the crew to the bridge of the vessel- it was a medium sized corsair, probably with a crew of...
	Kalyu	...30 or 40, made primarily for boarding small merchant craft and stealing whatever they could. On the outside of the vessel was the huge symbol of collective pirates- the flag of the Republic, only flipped upside down, so that instead of white on the top and blue on the bottom, it was reversed. It was a rough crew, lots of bums and cutthroats, all men bred for violence. They enjoyed the...
	Kalyu	...struggle against what they considered a too strict totalitarian regime of the Prospectors, and made their point by stealing. The Captain stood upon his Captain's chair. He was a tall, wide man, with a big long beard with a thick scimitar and handgun attached to his belt. He had one eye shot out, though he disdained to wear an eyepatch, letting it be intimidating enough.
	Kalyu	"Crew, I get that y'all think we be makin' some kinda weird detour here. I know what some're 're thinkin- this's s-some plant world, some kinda farm land, ain't no gold or jewels here. Well, 'yer wrong. In just a few'n hours, place's gonna erupt 'ta war. Big war. Big shooty war. And when it happens, we are gon' be there, and we are gon' loot everythin' we can."
	JiubBerel	Jiub whirled around in his seat. To his back was a screen nearly as large as the wall of the hull and built directly into it's frame. Data streamed down the screen, several grids could be monitored with various purpose, and details on equipment displayed itself in complicated form.
	JiubBerel	"What do you expect to loot from a warzone, Captain? All respect to you."
	Kalyu	The Captain turns, spinning his char towards you in a comedic manner. "Aye, mate Jiub.. 'tis a good question, 'tis. We are 'gun set down in the starport, take out whatev' feddie troops there be, then strike whatever be landed there."
	Kalyu	The rest of the crew starts murmuring.
	JiubBerel	Jiub soaked in the thoughts of promised loot. Perhaps starships; they could begin thinking of expanding their group beyond a humble ship into a regular formation. The weight of a larger piece of gold in his pocket was always a great motivator for Jiub. "Aye, Captain. The ship is performing perfectly, couple of Feddies shouldn't be a problem."
	Kalyu	"We be waiting in orbit until the war begins. I 'ave good intel that it be starting soon."
	JiubBerel	Jiub catches a grin from one of the crewmen. "Holding steady, aye. Feddies are easy enough, but there be two sides to a war..." the pirate trails off, not feeling particularly entitled to an answer from the Captain, but curious nonetheless.
	Kalyu	"Get back to yer posts, ye space dogs. Ready yer guns."
	Kalyu	The rest of the crowd disperses.
	JiubBerel	Jiub swivels back into place, returning to his work.
	Kalyu	It's about three hours before the Captain orders you to descend into the atmosphere. As you get closer to the surface, you can definitely tell that something bad is going on. Explosions. Tracer fire. Thankfully you at least avoid the anti aircraft fire well enough, since there was very little of it; the Captain orders you to set down in any free port, since the whole place has just erupted...
	Kalyu	...into chaos and the tower operators seem to not be that interested.
	JiubBerel	"Putting 'er down below ashore the dock, keep the look-out for fire. Can't take too many shots in the old metal, she's seen better days." He hollers, the great ship breaking past the grasp of space and into Earth's gravity well.
	JiubBerel	He guides the vessel through the sky, drifting it beyond the clouds. As they descend closer, the beginning of the war is quite clearly visible. Fire licks across the landscape, and violent blasts briefly appear and vanish as well. Within minutes, they wash up on their desired landing point.
	Kalyu	The Captain gathers the crew in the bay. Everyone's all geared up- whatever weapons or armor they happened to have accrued through their pirate careers. Young and old alike ready to burst out into the starport and do whatever they wish. The captain smashes the button to lower the ramp of the bay, and everyone starts rushing out- a Marine had arrived to check out what was coming in, and...
	Kalyu	...immediately got overwhelmed by the first pirates out the gate.
	Kalyu	The starport itself was fairly modern, a nice pristine piece of civilization amidst the chaos outside. The war hadn't reached this side of the place at least.
	JiubBerel	As a fellow pirate, this character is among the swarm of thugs now sinking their teeth into the planet. Pushing and shoving eachother, they rampage through the port, threatening to destroy everything in their path and swallow up all of value. "Aye, tis a pirate's life for me!" Jiub bellows.
	Kalyu	As the first five or so pirates round the corner, Jiub is just barely too far behind- and his life is saved because of it. The five get gunned down without even so much as a warning, one or two of them being straight up split in half by high caliber autocannon fire and if Jiub peeked around the corner, he would notice a huge piece of battle dress covering the hallway, wielding a smoking arm...
	Kalyu	...mounted autogun.
	JiubBerel	"LADS, RUN FOR YER LIVES! MOVE OR BE SCALED CLEAN!" Jiub's voice is lost in a tide of screams and terrified confusion. Blood sprays above and below, washing through the crowd, Jiub included. He jets away as fast as his land legs can support him, and bunkers down beneath the docking legs of a nearby freetrader.
	JiubBerel	"Nearly gutted on this venture, tis only the first five." He mutters to himself, attempting to summon up some order to his mind.
	Kalyu	You see the Captain yelling at some people, and another one of the younger crewmates- Jora, you think- runs up with a shoulder-held RPG, sprinting out and kneeling to try and get some position to fire.. before being cut down as fast as the rest of them were. A second man crawls out to that man's body, grabbing the RPG, and manages to let off the projectie before a 30mm round meets his neck....
	Kalyu	...The rocket flies off, cracking the battle dressed soldier in the leg, sending him tumbling down.
	JiubBerel	"Hooked 'em right in the lip! I owe ya a stiff drink, mate." The pirate nods appreciatively. It's now that he begins to notice the vessel he carelessly sheltered behind; not an ugly craft, and certainly spacefaring. "Cap, what d'ya make of this'n?" He shouts.
	Kalyu	The captain, now content that the surrounding area was only filled with light fire and not fire fit for coming from a helicopter, strides over. "This be a trader. If its just'n here for plants, then it ain't got nothin, but if it has somethin' else, or maybe some savins.. we could check it out. I'll get me tech mate and open the door."
	JiubBerel	"Roger that, Captain. I'll inspect the hull for any damage in the meanwhile."
	Kalyu	The captain waves a man over who carries a big toolbox, crashing it down near one of the emergency exits of the trader. He immediately gets to work opening it up.
	Kalyu	The rest of the pirates began searching for everything and anything that seemed valuable to steal.
	JiubBerel	Ignoring the other prizes for the moment, this looter completes his look over on the exterior, reporting back to the Captain soon after. "I see nothin' wrong with the outside. Could stand to suffer a few knocks to't, I say."
	Kalyu	The 'technician' had just gotten done lining the entrance with high grade explosives. The captain beckons you aside, out of the line of fire. "We don't n'know what to expect on the inside, me friend. Capture what you can, kill anythin' else. You an' Marko there can deal with it."
	JiubBerel	"Aye, aye." Jiub agrees, acknowledging his orders. Ahead of Marko, he stealthily creeps through the steel walls, like a mouse entering a snake's lair.
	Kalyu	Marko pulls up behind. He's a young kid, maybe 20, 22. He's got a shotgun in hand, carefully stepping behind you. As you round a corner, you come upon the cockpit- there's a woman, passed out, probably didn't have the sound on and so didn't hear the commotion start.
	JiubBerel	"Send her down the river, Marko." The starsurfing vagabond whispers to his partner. She's clearly not aware of them yet, or so it appears to Jiub.
	Kalyu	Marko steps ahead, pulling the worn cuffs from his belt and cuffing the woman, then pulling a bag over her head before she wakes up. "Might make a good ransom, depending on where she's from. The crew might want her back too if we don't kill 'em." he hefts her over his shoulder, clearly trying to move quickly before she wakes up and gains her senses back, then heads back out where you came from.
	JiubBerel	Jiub shakes his head disapprovingly. "If this bites ye in the tail, I won't feel no pity. Tis yer own doing, keep'n in mind, Marko."
	JiubBerel	Regardless, the pilot finds his way to the controls and makes himself at home.
	Kalyu	It's a fairly new free trader. Library is all up to date, fully legitimate signatures, though it's seen a bit of wear recently.
	JiubBerel	"Let's see what we've got in the inventory then, eh Marko?" He laughs, pulling up the files related to cargo being transported in the ship.
	Kalyu	It seems like in just the past few hours a load of machine parts was taken on. Not really something a pirate vessel can just grab, but if they take the whole ship, they'd be worth selling somewhere.
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	JiubBerel	Jiub laughs again. "We be in a treasure haul it seems."
	Kalyu	You hear some footsteps approaching from behind you, around the corner.
	JiubBerel	Jiub's brow furrows. "Marko, ye might have some more tuna left to spear." He reaches towards his waist to find his own weapon, a pistol with some roguelike additions.
	Kalyu	Marko ditched. He's gone, probably to go look for something else, or move the woman. From around the corner you spy a younger blonde girl- probably at most 19 or 20, with what appears to be a military grade rifle aimed at you. "Put the weapon down! ..Please!" she yells, finger on the trigger.
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	JiubBerel	The pirate quickly realizes he's been left out to dry by his partner. "That bottomfeeder...! I'll keelhaul him if I get out of here!"
	JiubBerel	Rather than putting it away, he maintains his weapon's point on the girl. "And who might ye be, missy?"
	Kalyu	Either through nervousness or fear, instead of answering, she fires one shot. And it hits. Right in the core.
	JiubBerel	"ARGH!!" Jiub howls in pain, knocked over by the force of the shot and splayed across the deck. Blood begins to trickle from the wound, forming a crimson sea down his mass.
	Kalyu	"O-oh, oh! That was supposed to be a warning shot! Hey, don't worry, just, uhm.."
	JiubBerel	"Just WHAT, missy?! Fire a shot at ye? AYE!" He responds to her with a wild shot from his own gun.
	Kalyu	She screams, ducking, but your shots go wide.
	JiubBerel	Jiub doesn't feel particularly clear. His mind, adrift in his blood, begins to muddle. That his aim would suffer is no surprise, and the quickening blood loss is enough to calm him momentarily.
	Kalyu	She seems to have ducked behind one of the chairs, still wielding the rifle. "I-I'll help you, just stop shooting!"
	JiubBerel	"I ain't aimin' t'be part of a skeleton crew, missy. Drop yer weapon, and we can talk, aye?" He attempts to lean himself up against a console bank, though it's painfully done.
	Kalyu	"Not while you still have yours, and there are still more of you out there."
	JiubBerel	"On the counta three then?" He suggests.
	Kalyu	"Fine!"
	JiubBerel	His chest painfully processes each breath, there's no time to be fooling around. "Ready? Three!" He tosses his pistol across the slick metallic floor.
	Kalyu	She drops her rifle too. However, it's slung over her shoulder, so it just sort of hangs. At least she puts her hands up. "Er.."
	JiubBerel	"I don't bite." Jiub growls, "C'mere and lend me a hand a'fore I expire from lack 'o interest."
	Kalyu	She approaches carefully, looking over the wound from a bit of a distance, then grabs his arm to steady him as she starts leading him to the medbay.. or, at least, a makeshift one.
	JiubBerel	"Careful now." He warns, the pain increasing in his chest with every laboured step.
	Kalyu	"Are you a, uh, pirate, or something?" she asks, a bit meekly.
	JiubBerel	"Nay, I be a monk. Be you in need of one?" He delivers his joke dryly. It was safe to say, no one could confuse him as anything but what he truly was.
	Kalyu	"Wait, really? I didn't think monks carried guns. I guess I'm sort of like a monk, though, and I have a gun.."
	JiubBerel	"What god do ye preach for?" He questions.
	Kalyu	"Oh, the Lady, the Prospector Azazel, who reigns on Crarox in Sector G."
	JiubBerel	"Tis a poor choice. Ye should consider praisin the Captain like an honest spacefarer." He laughs.
	Kalyu	"Oh, no.. the Lady can do many things, and like the other Prospectors, she can do anything she wants."
	JiubBerel	"Prospectors ye say? Nothin' but trouble, I call it."
	Kalyu	"They do good. We wouldn't be where we are now if not for them." She finally gets to one of the bulkheads, pulling him in and letting him lay down on a bed. "Now.. wait here while I go find medical supplies. I think Nikolai tried to buy some, but I don't know if he actually did or not.."