Sickles of the Sun

[Flynn]

Well, it was the right day for it at least... On the planet of Shaszar the economy strives, but so does corruption, thus making it the perfect place for pirates to live. This was what Brynn thought when positioning his HQ here. He wondered how many people would respond to his silly advertisement. He just needed a bunch of lackeys to do his dirty tasks. Oh well, the 'special team' thing would justify the weird things they had to do. As long as it benefited him. And how could this go wrong? He had one of his 'friends' to lead it. Then again, Gorz didn't know either. He was just with his head in the clouds about the thought of having his own ship. Hehe, I wouldn't really call it a 'ship' though. Anyway, it was time to meet the new additions. They were supposed to meet in one of the older private hangars from the Pirates.

Brynn got to the hangar without too much trouble. While he was a wanted man in nearly every system, credits would always open passages. It seems Gorz was already waiting for him at the entrance. They greeted each other with a handshake and a nod. They both knew how this would work, so there was no reason to discuss anything. The two entered the hangar to find a bunch of people and a rather small and old spaceship.

Short, small, skinny, muscled. Though... It was not as much as expected. Well, it would suffice for now. Brynn stepped forward and greeted the group with his deep loud voice.
''Welcome! I see you've answered my call and answered your own call of fate! You are here because you have a goal or a dream. I admire such things! Dreams is what pushes a man forward in life! Anyway, on to business. I've read all your files carefully, and some of you are not here with the intention of fulfilling dreams. At least... not dreams I encourage.''
He takes a pole from his belt and throws it at a shady looking man in the group who was trying to not attract to much attention. Halfway flight, the pole activates and it turns into a laser axe. The man gets hit in the face and splices his head in two. The surrounding people get covered in blood ((you guys)) and the axe flies back to his owner.
''This is what I do to people who wish to stand against me. Any questions thus far?'' he asks as he looks at the group. ''No? Perfect. Let us continue now that is made clear. While I'll be giving you your tasks and managing your resources, I will not be the one in charge. That honor goes to captain Gorz. He will be in charge on deck and you will do as he says.'' He points at the masked man standing behind him, leaning against the ship. ''I am pointing in that direction because of two reasons. One, that is captain Gorz. And two, that will be your spaceship. It's small, yes... But it was once mine. And you see what I've become! Anyway, we work with a special 'reward' system here. The more useful this team is, the bigger your ships get and the more resources are made available to you. So it might start off small, but if this team contributes to the Sickles of the Sun, you might one day fly in a real cruiser. I know this is a lot of information to process at once, so I'll give you some time to let it sink. Make it count, because time is money.''

[VaultBoy]

Enrico was fiddling with his bracer computer when the blood splattered onto him. His head jolted upwards before he casually wiped off the blood. When Brynn stopped talking Enrico stepped forward to ask a question.
"A-yes what food will be available on the ship?" He asked in his thick Italian accent. If he was to be the chef he would only do it with the finest ingredients otherwise he would just make second to best and you know what they say, well what Enrico says If you're second to best then you can't beat the rest!.

[Arlear]

Anelesh sighed, wiping the blood from his shoulder and side with casual flicks of his hand. He peered at the captain, the ship, and the strange men and women around him. When a man stepped forward and asked about food he lofted a brow behind his mask.
Food? That's what this man is worried about right now? He was just -told- our resources would be minimal for now.... Hope the whole crew isn't this stupid...
He flicked the last of the blood from his armor, tilting his head and allowing himself to become slightly more visible then he had been a moment ago, blended in the shadows as was his nature.
"The thoughts of.... food, aside, I'd rather like to know what out first task will be instead. After all- As you said, time is money."
He stood casually, one hand resting on the hilt of one of his blades in an absent manner. Far from threatening, but it shed light somewhat on his naturally... paranoid, nature. Meanwhile, he was taking mental notes on just about everything, mostly out of habit.

[Flynn]

Brynn looks up from the sudden, and kinda weird question. He looked at the somewhat funny looking guy and decided to play it nice... for now. ''Ah, we have a cook in our midst it seems. Or... '' Brynn eyes the Italian up and down. ''... just someone who likes to eat a lot. Well, it works the same way as the ship 'system'. The better you are, the better the food. Now, if you look at this ship, you see a old, dusty ship that has seen too many flights. Well, just imagine the ship as the food that is available for you. And presto! You have a culinary meal! I hope you're a good cook for the crews sake.''
After answering the first question, a second question popped up from a sinister looking man. ''Your first task you ask? Well, well, well. We have one with the right state of mind here. Time is money indeed! Though you're far from taking a task off my hands. Once you're aboard, we'll give you a day to adjust to the life aboard a pirate ship. After that, Gorz will probably start yelling at you. And maaaaaybe after that I'll give you deckswabbers a nice little task.''

[VaultBoy]

Enrico turned to the ship and a frown grew upon his face. His face then turned to one of determination.
"I will be the best cook these idea fissa have ever seen!" He started pacing back in forth.
"I Will make ravioli out of the enemies organs! I will make a whole meal out of 3 biscuits, by zeus I will make a steak out of 2 midgets and a duck!" He regained his place back in line before standing up straight. The armour that surrounded his stomach still stuck out though. He saluted his new captain.
"Happy to be aboard your vessel, Cap-EE-Tan!"

[Dubwarlock]

Messorem, a rather off-putting character who stands with little to no movement whatsoever, watches the whole display with no regards. Even the recent passing of man-with-axe-to-the-face caused no alarm as his lifeblood sprayed onto the new crew. If anyone is standing near him, they would be able to hear slight whispers emanating from Messorem, but none of it could be distinguished as a galactic language, likely native wherever he is from.

His eyes observe the crew. The others seem to be random, hardly capable of working as a team. Nonetheless, he'll be along for the long haul and will attempt to not be in anybody's way.

[Darkwolfsoul010]

Iri stood slightly off to the side. As he watched the man's head get cut in two, his face broke into a huge grin. He gripped the whip he was holding as he stifled a giggle. The pretty red droplets reminding him a lot of rain. A guitar was slung over his back, and his long red trench coat swayed slightly as he took a step forward, taking off his hat both to the captain and to the man who was doing all the talking. "Can I ask a simple question? Do you ever get bored here, drifting through space? I understand the thrill of killing, and myself enjoy the look of pure terror on a man's face when they realize that they can't yank this whip off their neck." Iri's face turned dark for a moment, but it quickly faded and he broke out into a big grin once more. "But in the mean time, between tasks.. I imagine it being a bit dull. I'd provide only the best entertainment." With that, the blond man bowed and took a step back, putting his hat back on and crossing his arms.

[Flynn]

Brynn raised an eyebrow at the excited Italian cook. He wasn't really used to... happy faces on his ships. ''That's... that's great for you Italian plumber.'' he simply said.
But then the next question was asked, by someone who had a smile which was a little bit to big for his taste. With a bit of hesitation he answered the question of the overjoyed man. ''On the S.S. Superfun, there are all kinds of fun things to do! You'll have a pool, and a casino and a- This is a pirate ship! Not a luxury cruise! Your fun things to do will probably be sleeping, eating, cleaning the ship and all sorts of that stuff. Well, maybe during break there is some time to play a small game. Anyhow... fun is uncommon on my ships.''

Gorz simply observed the Italian as he saluted to him. It was a long time since people had called him Captain, or... Cap-EE-Tan. He didn't really care about the title. However, he did care about the power coming WITH the title. And he was going to use that power to form these ragtags into the most menacing pirate force this galaxy had ever seen...

[arthas32]

Emilio stood, looking with one eye at half a head, the other next to it, at the other half. He seemed a bit shocked, even tough he saw his share of blood : " I'll get used to it... I guess... " He thought. Shaking off the shock Emilio points his view towards the two close to the ship : " I'll be sure never to anger one of you two. " As he said that Emilio noticed the size of the ship and asked himself if that big thing to his right would fit in. He nearly said it out loud, but he decided not to, for reasons pretty obvious. He then proceeded to wipe off the blood off his clothes and take a look at the rest of the crew. The Italian stood out, probably as much as the mass off muscles Emilio thought about : " Quite a crew we have here... So, when do we set off ? "

[Flynn]

Brynn frowns and folds his arms. ''You will set off when I say you will. Actually, I got nothing more to say. I don't think Gorz wants to say anything?'' He looks over his shoulders at the masked man. The man simply shakes his head. ''Well, that's settled then. All hop aboard the Cutlass!''

Gorz pushes a button on the remote he had hidden in his hand and a door from the ship opens up. Gorz simply steps aside and bows, allowing the new pirates to enter the ship. He softly whispers: ''Welcome to your new home.''