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Rich had just finished washing the grime off of his body as he strutted from the showers, slipping on a pink bath robe and settling into some nice bunny slippers. He grinned as he looked around his old ship. The old beauty never ceased to bring a smile to his face. He was on the second floor, and regarded all of the facilities. The central hallway was lined with six cabins, ending with the captain's cabin, deep within the hull.

Moving from the showers, Rich headed down the opposite hallway over to the kitchen, where Holly was hard at work cooking the crew some breakfast. The Captain was hungry, but decided not to disturb the young teenager. As he poured himself some coffee, he wondered what such a young girl was doing on his ship. Sure, her father was an old crewmate, but seriously. A pirate ship was no place for a teenage girl. Rich always kept a watchful eye on her and the rest of his crew.

Sipping his coffee, Rich turned around and headed to the weapons room, down the central hallway. The tall kid , the ship's mechanic, was working out some bugs in the gatling gun's firing mechanisms. Rich smiled as the kid worked diligently without him noticing, sipped his coffee, and moved on, taking the ladder in the middle of the hall up to the bridge.

The sight of the bridge, alive with flashing lights and computing sounds, as well as Abby, Rich's beautiful but incompetent navigator, pleased him. It stood as a continued reaffirmation of who he was - a space pirate captain. Ditz navigator and all. Passing Sean, the hacker, at his computer, Richard slumped into the captain's chair, putting his bunnied feet up in a luxurious manner. Then, pressing a button on the arm of the chair, he sounded the ship's internal horn. The infernal noise blared throughout the entire ship, signaling the entire crew to meet in the bridge to be briefed.

Rich sipped his coffee and waited.

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Holly opened the oven to put the blueberry muffins in she got the sausages out to defrost. The horn blared Holly check the the time on the muffins. The Mango/apple slices ,gravy and biscuits were already done. She had to go to the bridge. She made sure that all the ingredients for pancakes, waffles and French toast were out before She started down the hall way she was one of the first at the bridge. She was going through a list in her mind on what she was planing for lunch. "hello captian." Holly said calmly. Holly had grown up on this ship she new every hideing place. When she was younger she had always wanted to go out on the advenchers with the rest of the crew. She now is part of the crew and she really loves being the cook. Sure its alot of work but its fun. One day she hopes to find and kill the pirates who killed her father.

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The light of his computer screens lightened his face. The blaring horn was dull to him as he concentrated on a line of code he'd been tracking in the sensor array. It intrigued him to the point he hand a huge grin on his face. On his other screens were various codes we was writing. Codes doing random useful, but most often useless code for his own use. Programs that exploited Naval Firewall glitches. And one only titled, Logic Bomb, a project he had bragged about on the shit for a long time that he was creating but never really explained what it was used for or what it would do. He began typing, he was adding a search protocol to the censor array log to track the 3 numbers he was looking for. He slammed his middle finger on the enter key and spun his chair facing the captain and making a quick glance at the navigator. "So what's the deal boss?"

Abby sat there, looking at the map on the computer screen. The whole 3 dimensional map on a 2 dimensional screen, never really worked out. Well, they were headed the right direction... in at least 2 out of the 3 dimensions. They could correct for the other later if needed right?
Not all that much to navigate. There was an asteroid field somewhere ahead. Hard to tell if it would come into play. Looked like they were going to go above it... maybe. Then again, asteroid fields moved. Or did they? No, if they did would it be better to fly at it, that way it would be gone by the time they got there? probably... why didn't they go over this stuff more in college. Too bad she payed more attention to her literature class. The whole navigation in 3 dimensions thing would have been useful right about then. Well, whatever, the captain wouldn't have hired her if she couldn't do the job. And besides, things always worked out. Wait... all she had to do was fly skew to the asteroid fields path right? that way it'd work out, just had to do the cosine of-

The horn let out a powerful bellow that shook the ship, making Abby completely lose concentration on whatever it was she was thinking about. Meh, probably wasn't important.

"God damn do you really need that horn in here?" Abby asked, holding her ears as she spun in her chair around to face the captain. Still in his pink bath robe and bunny slippers... classic. Every time he hit that horn, right there above her head, and he was in the same room.
"Seriously, I'm right here Rich, completely unnecessary."

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Rich gulped down the last of his coffee and looked around to see his crew members. Sean, Abby, and Holly had made it in time. The rest would get extra toilet cleaning duty. However, that wasn't important right now.

"Listen up, crew!" Rich yelled, slamming his free hand onto the arm of the chair. "We're moving in on a hot tip."

Jamming a button on his chair arm console, projectors on each side of the bridge activated to form a 3d model of the sector in the center of the room. Planets, stars, and asteroids all danced in the map globe, ebbing and flowing in a beautiful motion. Pulling a laser pointer out from an arm compartment, Rich proceeded to point a laser in the middle of Abby's forehead, then point it at a nearby planet. Clicking a button on his console, the planet magnified until it took up the whole sphere.

"This is Aldurant. A meeting place of scum, villainry, and lawyers. Most of the fowl business in this sector takes place on that planet. However!" Rich yelled again, pointing to the planet's orbit with his finger. "According to some very reliable sources, a low-emission cargo freighter is carrying some very...Interesting goods onboard."

Rich punched some more keys on the console, replacing the image of the planet with the image of a small cargo freighter. The model rotated around the sphere as countless system specifications fluttered across it.

"This is the Ronin, a Yamato Syndicate freighter. It's carrying some type of new, illegal weapon. We're stealing it. Any questions?" Rich looked around, setting his coffee cup down and resisting the urge to abuse his laser pointer.

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Mathias was going about his daily, menial tasks, cleaning guns that were rarely used.
Though, he loved the freedom and authority he got when it came to the ships armory. Many, many guns. Most of them were illegal, but then again...Mathias was more than sure that the ships existence had become an intergalactic felony.

As he was cleaning out the breech of one of the ships hand-guns, the "meeting horn" began it's piercing drone, causing Mathias to flinch and send the gun he was working on sprawling across the table, before falling over the edge and clattering on the floor.
Mathias expelled a halted breath.
"Fuck your Horn!" Mathias screamed from his work-bench, placing emphasis on the word "Horn".

Within moments Mathias was in the meeting-room, looking at his captain with a look of impatience on his features. "Hey, cap. Let's hurry this bitch up...I was doing a whole lot of nothin' and I was enjoying it."

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"Hmm the gun is off by just a bit...better adjust that real quick." He reached for the tools without looking and by feel he picked a socket wrench. James just couldn't wait for breakfast to start, the best part was that fact that chef made great blueberry muffins. He could feel his mouth slightly water at the thought of it. As the horned flare, James lifted his head up in surprised and hit his head on a pipe. "God damn, that hurt... why is it when I'm near a horn that it goes off, and when I'm not, it never dose!!" He thought to himself angrily. "Jeez, and always when I actually working." He picked up his wrench and walked down the hall, twirling it down the hall as he whistled. "Man, Captain, that horn is just too inconvenient at times..." he said grabbing a seat.

"Uh, yeah I kinda got a question." Sean asked throwing his hand in the air. "What kind of weapons are we talking about? What kind of security?"

It wasn't his first Yamato Syndicate freighter to get into. He almost had the codes memorized. Well, not the specific codes, but the basic formula for the codes. He was almost over confident about this mission, but remember how much he hated arrogance and tried to keep himself down, telling himself that something could go wrong.

Abby turned as she saw Holly come in. Ah, the cooks daughter. She'd grown up nicely. And she has some amazing muffins. Sometimes when Abby was spacing out looking at the navigation screens... which she did a lot, probably 90 percent of the time, she would just dream, of having a huge mouthful of Holly's muffins, soft, warm, delicious...

"Listen up, crew!"

Abby jumped, turning back in her chair towards the captain, kind of trying to act like she was paying attention to him the whole time. She watched as the 3d model came up... Maybe she liked the 2d model better actually. The projected one was kind of confusing. Her eye twitched a little, thought there was something on her forehead, she kind of swatted it away a little. A bug maybe? Wait no, they were in space. There weren't bugs in space. Duh. Except like, space bugs... yeah.

"This is the Ronin, a Yamato Syndicate freighter. It's carrying some type of new, illegal weapon. We're stealing it. Any questions?"

"Uhm," she looked at the freighter, hard to tell with the model, but it was a pretty big ship. Way bigger than their destroyer for sure. "After we steal the freighter, how are we going to fit it inside our ship. Isn't it kind of big?"

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Rich clicked a button on his chair, causing it to rotate at a 180 degree angle, leaving him facing with the two late comers. The crew's weapon expert was a talented individual, to be sure, but he was also a foulmouthed, antisocial bastard. He fit right in. The mechanic was next to him, and Rich had a few words for the two.

"You're late, ya morons! Double toilet cleaning duty all week, no excuses! And don't try to make Abby do it, like last time! I'll know!" With that, Rich rotated on his chair to address his questions.

"What kind of weapons are we talking about? What kind of security?"

"Since it's a Yamato freighter, they'll likely have the latest in android security guards, likely armed to the teeth. I'm sure you have just the right disease for them, right?" Richard smiled, looking at his hacker expectantly. If anyone had a pestilence for the droids, it was him. "Anyway, I'm not entirely sure what the weapon is. It'll fit onto the ship, though, that's for sure."

"After we steal the freighter, how are we going to fit it inside our ship. Isn't it kind of big?"

Richard sighed. Abby didn't know her Y axis from her Z axis, and was incredibly spacy, but at least she had a killer rack. Rich had to suffer her questions regardless.

"With the amazing shrink ray I just invented!" Rich fumed, pointing his laser in Abby's eye. "We're stealing the cargo, not the freighter! Although...Having a freighter might not be a bad idea. Sean, can you reroute it's captain ID if you get close enough?"

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Madness - simply no way to live.