In the year 2120, the holy britannian empire has outstretched its arms and has colonised many worlds, you live on the industrial planet "Lancelot prime", breathing carbon dioxide filled air and eating fake food created from soy. On this planet you have found a flyer regarding the pirate/privateer "Captain Kain "Headhunter", you read the contents:

HELP WANTED
By the request of the esteemed Cpt K. Headhunter, a crew of under twenty hardy men and women is requested in order to operate the "Stallion" corvette class ship.
There are many requirements for living under privateer command, one of which will be to serve as mercenaries for the Holy Britannian empire, combating heretics and naysayers, aliens and the deadly "Karatai".
Those of you who deem themselves fit for work aboard the "Stallion", and service to the holy empire, will find Cpt Kain waiting at the Dark matter bar, in city block eight, to evaluate you.
HBE

The Britannian seal of approval is stamped at the bottom of the flyer, intrigued and eager to join you make your way to city block eight and find yourself within the shabby confines of the Dark matter bar. outside the window you see the Lancelot station, the ship of Cpt Kain can be seen within.



you sit down at the bar and the robotic bartender rolls down to your stool.
"HAIL BRITANNIA. What could I get for you sir/ma'am?" it says in a clunky voice, in the corner of your eye, past the drunk war veteran, you see a shady looking man, below him, on the table, a sign reads:
"Cpt K. Headhunter"

@Infamous Empath Vescalla walks over to where the man she had seen on the news as "space lord", and slams her hand down on the table.
"Ye know if there's any good drinks here?"

Well, it must be my lucky day. Alexandra thought. Her family was knee deep in debt and this was just the job she needed. She didn't care about this "Cpt. K Headhunter" guy or the Britannia empire, She really needed money right now, and this was the perfect job. "Well, at least the ship looks like it's in good condition," she murmured to herself. She clenched the poster and walked to city block eight.

"Well, this is the place," she said. She walked into the dark matter bar. Couldn't they had chosen a better place to evaluate someone? she thought. She looked around and then finally saw something near the window.

The Lancelot station is impressive, I'll give it that. She thought. She sat down while the robot asked what drink she looked at a shady man. There was a sign that said "Cpt. K Headhunter". "Well, this will be interesting." She said. She walked over there, preparing herself for the interview.

D'ren had mainly picked up the flyer because he wanted to meet this so-called Headhunter and tell him how terribly obviously fake his name was. The bare-armed man was sitting at the bar using the flyer as a coaster for his brown bottle of liquid, as he stared up at a monitor that was spouting propaganda.

His eyes listlessly lolled as he heard someone take a seat next to him. The former Space Lord turned his handsomely roguish and scarred face toward the woman who was now asking about good drinks. Wow. What a line.

Appearing inebriated from whatever was in the bottle in his hand, he lifted said bottle with a swaying smirk. "Ask fer the Holy Cheese San'wich," he slurred in a half-Irish accent.

@Infamous Empath "Ye sure they won't give meh a sandwich with moldeh cheese?" Vesscalla said with a small smile on her face. ",ain't you that star lord fella?"

He could see the purpose in her eyes, so D'ren ignored her terribly obviously fake memory lapse regarding his title. He simply turned back to the monitor mounted in the corner above and took another sip from the bottle. The man's bare arms were cut, both literally, and literally. His muscles were a minor thing compared to the scars on his biceps. On his right one alone, there were probably half a dozen, of various sizes; however, they all looked to be caused by a blade, except for one, which seemed to have been caused by a whip of some sort.

D'ren was most terribly obviously fake-ignoring the woman. It was hard to tell if this form of playing hard-to-get was normal for him, or if he was genuinely uninterested. But after a few seconds, he nodded to the robot across the counter.

"Holy Cheese San'wich."

The mechanical man turned behind him and picked up a flask marked "HCS." The barkeep opened it and poured a sloppy orange mess into a cup and then handed it to Vescalla.

D'ren said, "The name's D'ren. What's yours?"

@Infamous Empath Vescalla took notice that this was indeed, not a sandwich, but was a drink. "Vescalla, Vescalla Vonderbutch." she stated proudly as she extended her non-mechanical arm to shake his hand.
She notices during this that he has scars all over his arms and biceps,
We all got our own scars she thought as she clenched her mechanical left hand and smiled with pride.

Kaneda walked along side his Mech suit with his helmet off, collapsed into his back. He scanned the area around him, while listening to some music that he had just picked up on his travels.

He spoke to his Mech through mental receivers.

Tera what can you tell me about the Dark Matter Bar?

To be honest Kaneda, it's a shit hole, the perfect place to meet, no one of any authority would want to be in here.

Great, I need you to stay outside for the time being, we don't know what we are exactly getting into here and I need options when the time comes. Charge your reserves while we are here, slow pulses, nothing that affects the environment around you. Kaneda concluded and was confirmed by two beeps, the Mech then turned and made it's way into the alleyway. As it stood against a wall, cables came from it's feet and dug into the ground, attaching itself to the power grid.

It then became rigid and scanners lit up around it detecting if there was any movement around it that would be deemed hostile. It then began to charge itself.

Kaneda walked into the bar, as he took a seat down by a group of people, possibly others who took interest in the recruitment form. He then ordered himself drink, nothing too strong but a good enough kick to perk him up. He then looked about the others that were sitting in the bar and raised a glass to them.

"So, I'm looking for a Captain Kain, "Headhunter" he calls himself, any of you know where I can find him?" He asked the others as he took a swig and waiting for a reply.

Alexandra looked at Headhunter for a minute. "One second, I got to help people find their way to the evaluation area. Will you excuse me?" She asked. Well, at least she didn't have to handle the interview alone since she overheard a couple of people wanting to be hired for the job on the ship. Headhunter nodded for her to get the group.

"So, I heard you guys were confused on where to recruit. He's over there," she pointed at the sign. She noticed one of them had a mechanical arm and a leg, while another person had a couple of scars. Well, I hope they're nice. She thought as she led the group to the booth.

@StormHeart@Infamous Empath Vescalla quickly downed her drink and put her money on the table. She then looked at D'ren "Lets go, I know ye not here fer the decor."

D'ren half-smirked at her surname, but otherwise ignored Vescalla and let her throw back her "drink" and walk away. He continued to eye the screen's news.

In truth, the "Holy Cheese Sandwich was just a blended cheese sandwich mixed with an Irish alcoholic beverage. Pretty damn disgusting. D'ren didn't even like it. He listlessly chuckled as he eyed his near-empty brown bottle. If he was honest, he didn't like any kind of alcohol.

After she walked off, D'ren turned and observed the newcomers. Turning back toward the bar, he continued his drunken behavior as he flirted with the robot.

@Infamous Empath
Noting D'ren wasn't following her she decided to keep walking but yelled behind her
"Ye comin star lord or ye gonna sit there and drink more with disdain on your face?
As she was walking out she noticed viper sitting at her table.
@GranmotherPandi
She seemed to be off somewhere in her mind so Vescalla slammed both her mechanical arm and her human arm down on the table.
"Ye comin or are ye gonna stay here with these pansies too?"

"Well, it's to see the dark and mysterious Captain K. Headhunter," she said to the group. They all squeezed into the booth. "Hey, is that government lady coming with us too?" She asked Vescalla. "Well, I don't really care. As long as I get my fair share of money, I'm good."

Then, she noticed the drunken star lord flirting with a robot. A robot. "I hope that drunk dude won't be a great nuisance, because if he's going to act like this the whole trip, we're going to have some problems." She said. She just hoped the interview will start so she can get her money.

@luna558@Infamous Empath@StormHeart@GranmotherPandi@Kiwiwiwi

I'm coming! William answered Vescalla as he walked to the table, wearing a big metal suit that was polished and sparkling, it looked like something a knight would wear, it was practically spotless save for a patch of dried blood which was from the previous owner, he looked out of place in the bar, where everything was shit-stained and shady, he was the exact opposite.
He bowed to the group of people Sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. I am William, Will for short, and I wish to join this lovely group of pirates he introduced himself.

@luna558@StormHeart@Infamous Empath@Warborn123@GranmotherPandi@Kessir Tarkin
Kain brought himself up, the relative silence within bar was interrupted by a snarky woman with a metal arm and leg, he snarled at her, and the man she was talking to as well. Soon the room was filled with noise, many had come to be accepted into the crew, Kain rose and pulled his hand to his mouth, muttered something, then approached the group.
"I am Captain Eugene Kain, better known as the Headhunter, and I want to make one thing clear... we aren't pirates." he said in a low voice, he mouthed the word yet before revealing the crest of the Britannian privateer. "this is our ticket to anything, we have certain rights in Britannian space, more so than the royal fleet." he slammed the crest down on the table, with a few quick movements he pulled from his jacket more crests, "each of you will take one of these, it may damn well save your life.", he chucked those on the table and returned his hand to his jacket, from it he pulled a letter, old, a red wax seal can be seen keeping it secure, Kain held it up so the soon to be new crew could see. "this is a letter of marque, it will be the source of our income, does anyone know how?

@StormHeart

"Thank you," he said to Alexandra before he finished his drink and got up from his seat not making direct eye contact, the others looked to be making their introductions as well as getting up and making their way to where the captain was.

The smell of the food from the bar disgusted him, the filth that must have been put together and placed on a plate here only worsened the smell. As if by thinking about it more the more disgusting it became. Mental note if I get the chance kill whoever calls them the chef of this establishment.

He needed to get his mind off of it and looked at D'ren and Vescalla, who were by far the two most talkative, he didn't know if they would become entertaining or a nuisance, only time will tell he guessed. At this point he was flirting with a robot. Moreso entertaining at the moment. He thought to himself as he smirked.

He was almost away from the bar, as the others except D'ren began to sit down a man in shining armour stood up and made his way introducing himself as William. He chuckled at the mention of 'lovely group of pirates,' now this one, he truly will be entertaining. But held his judgement to himself, patted the man on the shoulder and stood beside him.

"Hello William (@Warborn123), I am Kaneda." He said loudly enough for the others to here. "You a bit new to the pirate life my friend? It's just you have very formal speech, you stand tall, you bow, are you sure your up to this line of work?" He asked William, walking around him, when he got to his back he grabbed a piece of food and quickly threw it at D'ren's (@Infamous Empath) head and as soon as he made contact he stood in front of William, covered by the large armour that William wore. This should get 'Star Lord's attention hehehe.

The old man began to talk, his then produced a number of crests. He heard about such things, but how did the old man get ahold of them, this had piqued his interest. He the looked at the letter and wondered. 'A letter of marque.' He heard.

"Isn't that a contract to capture a vessel?" He inquired.

@Kiwiwiwi It'll let us get away with certain illegal activities William answered with a hint of bitterness in his voice, most privateers used their power and wealth to take other's power and wealth, Their isn't much difference between a pirate and a privateer. he chuckled softly at how the captain mentioned they weren't pirates, but then mentioned the Marque as their source of wealth.

@Kessir Tarkin I am sure as the sun Kaneda Will answered Even though I am a bit new he added as he shook Kaneda's hand, then wondered why he was throwing food at D'ren who was flirting with a robot?, this is going to be a strange journey indeed he thought.

Will died a little inside when he saw the Brittanian Crest, he joined this job hoping to use it against Brittania, not for. But however William knew he didn't have very much choices, it was only a matter of time before the authorities found out where he was and he knew the punishment for thievery was public beheading, William liked his head on his body, not rolling around on the floor.

@Kiwiwiwi@Infamous Empath @Warborn123@StormHeartWalked out of the bar with the others following her someone, (a fool presumably) decided to throw food in her direction, she shoot them a glare and continued on to where the others were,
This'll be good.