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Evren looked around at his crew. The captain wasn’t afraid that his crew would turn away from danger. As far as his knowledge went, most of them had danced with death before. What he did not know in advance was if people would have any moral objections working for Fat Pig. Vladimir Petrov is a well known scumbag that had no problems murdering people left and right. However most of his crew did not seem to have any reservations regarding doing a job for the infamous gangster.
From luck it didn’t surprise the fox at all. The programmers who had built his AI seemed to have forgotten to implement a moral compass that went beyond the scope of the ship and its crew. However they did not forget to give the droid a sense of humor. ”I’d hear that droid stew is a bit of a local dish here. However it tends to be a bit heavy on the stomach” Joked the captain with a smile.
For a moment the captain listened to Darien, the ship’s physician as he frantically tried to make sense of what the man was saying. The doctor had a thick accent and was often using local words and phrases making him often hard to understand. Sometimes it was impractical but as long as he knew how to patch people up after being shot, it was good enough for Evren's book. A big plus of the bobcat was that he was a former military doctor who had worked on the front lines. From experience the captain knew that those people can work wonders with what little resources they have under difficult circumstances.
Thinking about the Doc’s comments about Fat Pig being a gang leader made Evren realize the irony of working for him. The fox had more or less bought his ship in order to no longer have to work for assholes like the managers of megacorporations. It turns out that he now has to work for just a different kind of shithead to make ends meet. It made the man wonder if honest folk were a dying breed. ”Yeah Doc, you heard it right. Petrov is a gang leader. A real big piece of scum. In more than one way.”
As usual the Orangutan was mostly silent. She was a bit of a wallflower that struggled with being in the center of attention. The truth was that the fox knew very little about her but she has proven to be a competent mechanic. However it was hard to get an idea of what went really down inside her head. Even when she responded more or less positively to working for Petrov, the captain could not tell if she really meant it or if she just was giving the answer she expected that he wanted to hear. For now Evren decided not to press on the issue. He would like her to speak her mind freely but considering how she didn’t seem to be comfortable being in the center of attention, the fox deemed it more appropriate to do it in a more private setting.
Anxi didn’t seem to be phased by the prospects of working for some gangster. She had worked for the USN navy, an organization that some would classify as a criminal syndicate, or atleast the security apparatus of an oppressive regime. Evren guessed that she was used to doing other people’s dirty work.
For a moment the captain stared at the little pilot’s tail that moved playfully through the air behind her seat. ”Making good money is the plan. We’re not going to work for free.”
Since nobody voiced any objections against accepting the Fat Pig job, the captain set things in motion. ”We’ll be meeting Petrov in Kharak Town. There we will discuss the details of the job such as where to pick up the cargo, where to deliver and the details around payment.”
The fox paused a bit before he barked out some orders. “Anxi, contact Kharak Town spaceport and ask permission to land and get us to the ground asap. Once we land we’ll be meeting Fat Pig first. After that we stock up. Luck, run an inventory check on fuel, food and fresh water stocks. I want the Dauntless to be stocked for at least four weeks of flying. Karma, check if we need additional spare parts for the ship. Darien, how is the medbay’s inventory? I don’t know how long we will be flying so better make sure we’re prepared.”
Evren looked down on the brown yellow planet beneath. The weather of Taxore could be treacherous. Especially the sandstorms. They could ofcourse rent an enclosed hanger but that would cost a lot of coin. Better was to get off the planet as fast as possible. ”If possible I want to depart on the same day. I don’t want the ship to get caught up in a sandstorm. Then we’d be cleaning the engines for the coming week.”
From luck it didn’t surprise the fox at all. The programmers who had built his AI seemed to have forgotten to implement a moral compass that went beyond the scope of the ship and its crew. However they did not forget to give the droid a sense of humor. ”I’d hear that droid stew is a bit of a local dish here. However it tends to be a bit heavy on the stomach” Joked the captain with a smile.
For a moment the captain listened to Darien, the ship’s physician as he frantically tried to make sense of what the man was saying. The doctor had a thick accent and was often using local words and phrases making him often hard to understand. Sometimes it was impractical but as long as he knew how to patch people up after being shot, it was good enough for Evren's book. A big plus of the bobcat was that he was a former military doctor who had worked on the front lines. From experience the captain knew that those people can work wonders with what little resources they have under difficult circumstances.
Thinking about the Doc’s comments about Fat Pig being a gang leader made Evren realize the irony of working for him. The fox had more or less bought his ship in order to no longer have to work for assholes like the managers of megacorporations. It turns out that he now has to work for just a different kind of shithead to make ends meet. It made the man wonder if honest folk were a dying breed. ”Yeah Doc, you heard it right. Petrov is a gang leader. A real big piece of scum. In more than one way.”
As usual the Orangutan was mostly silent. She was a bit of a wallflower that struggled with being in the center of attention. The truth was that the fox knew very little about her but she has proven to be a competent mechanic. However it was hard to get an idea of what went really down inside her head. Even when she responded more or less positively to working for Petrov, the captain could not tell if she really meant it or if she just was giving the answer she expected that he wanted to hear. For now Evren decided not to press on the issue. He would like her to speak her mind freely but considering how she didn’t seem to be comfortable being in the center of attention, the fox deemed it more appropriate to do it in a more private setting.
Anxi didn’t seem to be phased by the prospects of working for some gangster. She had worked for the USN navy, an organization that some would classify as a criminal syndicate, or atleast the security apparatus of an oppressive regime. Evren guessed that she was used to doing other people’s dirty work.
For a moment the captain stared at the little pilot’s tail that moved playfully through the air behind her seat. ”Making good money is the plan. We’re not going to work for free.”
Since nobody voiced any objections against accepting the Fat Pig job, the captain set things in motion. ”We’ll be meeting Petrov in Kharak Town. There we will discuss the details of the job such as where to pick up the cargo, where to deliver and the details around payment.”
The fox paused a bit before he barked out some orders. “Anxi, contact Kharak Town spaceport and ask permission to land and get us to the ground asap. Once we land we’ll be meeting Fat Pig first. After that we stock up. Luck, run an inventory check on fuel, food and fresh water stocks. I want the Dauntless to be stocked for at least four weeks of flying. Karma, check if we need additional spare parts for the ship. Darien, how is the medbay’s inventory? I don’t know how long we will be flying so better make sure we’re prepared.”
Evren looked down on the brown yellow planet beneath. The weather of Taxore could be treacherous. Especially the sandstorms. They could ofcourse rent an enclosed hanger but that would cost a lot of coin. Better was to get off the planet as fast as possible. ”If possible I want to depart on the same day. I don’t want the ship to get caught up in a sandstorm. Then we’d be cleaning the engines for the coming week.”
Just give me a heads-up when you have made the additions and i'll read them over. As long as it involves kilts, haggis and whiskey i don't see any problems :D
We do demand a scene now where the doctor makes haggis for the crew :D
Kaito had expected the baron to spill it all out but much to the fox’s surprise he kept his composure. Was that turd at the end of the table able to resist his magic by his own will power? Or was someone else mind controlling him? There could be some powerful magic at play. The latter explanation certainly would bruise Kaito’s ego a bit less.
However what happened next was certainly unexpected. Suddenly the baron and many others at the table started to drop like flies, face forward in their plate of food into a deep slumber. The fox could not happen but to let out a big yawn. But as he was about to close his eyes he shrugged the effect off. Maybe it was because he did not give the whispers his full blown attention or maybe he was just naturally more resistant to such types of magic being an ancient mythological creature and all.
Before Kaito had any chance to assess the situation a mixture of porridge, bear saliva and other foods came flying into his direction. Cedar had woken up from his slumber and was violently cleaning his fur from the food he had fallen into. As the fox whipped the porridge from his face he spoke sarcastically ”Thank you for sharing your food Cedar. Just next time don’t throw it in my face.
”The party is starting eh? Well, let's give whomever is coming a welcome they sure aren’t going to forget.” Spoke the kitsune as he threw his bowl of porridge to Chounan’s head in an attempt to wake him up.
”Everyone on your feet and against the walls. We’re going to give them what they are expecting. A table full of sleeping people.” Whispered Kaito as he created an illusionary copy of himself that was fast asleep in the chain he used to sit on. The same he did for Jazdia. Now a perfect illusionary copy of her was sleeping in the chair. At the same time he created another illusion that made a copy of wall to the left and placed it just enough in front of that wall that he and others could hide behind it.
”Jaz, can you see how many people are coming?”
However what happened next was certainly unexpected. Suddenly the baron and many others at the table started to drop like flies, face forward in their plate of food into a deep slumber. The fox could not happen but to let out a big yawn. But as he was about to close his eyes he shrugged the effect off. Maybe it was because he did not give the whispers his full blown attention or maybe he was just naturally more resistant to such types of magic being an ancient mythological creature and all.
Before Kaito had any chance to assess the situation a mixture of porridge, bear saliva and other foods came flying into his direction. Cedar had woken up from his slumber and was violently cleaning his fur from the food he had fallen into. As the fox whipped the porridge from his face he spoke sarcastically ”Thank you for sharing your food Cedar. Just next time don’t throw it in my face.
”The party is starting eh? Well, let's give whomever is coming a welcome they sure aren’t going to forget.” Spoke the kitsune as he threw his bowl of porridge to Chounan’s head in an attempt to wake him up.
”Everyone on your feet and against the walls. We’re going to give them what they are expecting. A table full of sleeping people.” Whispered Kaito as he created an illusionary copy of himself that was fast asleep in the chain he used to sit on. The same he did for Jazdia. Now a perfect illusionary copy of her was sleeping in the chair. At the same time he created another illusion that made a copy of wall to the left and placed it just enough in front of that wall that he and others could hide behind it.
”Jaz, can you see how many people are coming?”
@EmiliaBaiYue Any idea when you get your firt post up?
I do apologize folks. I was a third through my post when I just decided "feck it I'm going full Scots" and broke out Scotranslate.
Actually no I don't apologize this is going to be great. If the Scots gets to hard let me know. I'll try and make it easier.
Keep up the scottisch. We'll just (mis)interprit all the time and get really awkward conversations :D
Alright, first IC post is up. When your character is approved you can start posting.
@Expendable @EternalDragon Once your character sheets are done, we'll just write you in :)
@Expendable @EternalDragon Once your character sheets are done, we'll just write you in :)
Location
Starsystem: Akhustal system
Planet/moon: Planet Taxore
Place: The Dauntless
There are moments when you reflect upon the big decisions you have made in life. Especially when you are indebted to the largest crime syndicate of the known universe and payday’s coming up. The truth of the matter, every 3 months this same problem had arisen for the time since Evren had bought the Dauntless. Borrowing money to buy a ship was easy enough. The hard part was gathering a crew and making a profit.
The crew part he managed to more or less figure out. However the profit part had become a bit of a challenge. Jobs didn’t come easy and those he could find were barely paying more than the operation expenses. Getting the coin to pay back the triads had proven to be more difficult than anticipated. Time until the next payday was running out and his wallet was as dusty as the deserts of Taxore. The captain needed a job that would score big. A job that would get the triads of his tail for the time being and he was quite desperate to get one. In fact, Evren was desperate enough to commandeer the Dauntless towards the planet Taxore.
Through the windows of the bridge the yellow deserts of the planet Taxore where clearly visible in between the blue oceans as The Dauntless quietly made its rounds around the planet. From geostationary orbit, the planet looked peaceful. However the truth is that Taxore is infamous for its lawlessness.
Planet Taxore is a curious case of of what happens when Megacorporations fuck up and leave a planet due to its lack of profitability. What big corporations find unprofitable becomes often highly desirable for all kinds of people that search out lives far away from the crippling confinement of institutions. Even if that live is in the harsh desert climates of Taxore it did not discourage a mixture of scoundrels, vagabonds, lowlifes and other opportunists to seek out a life on the desolate sands Taxore and especially its biggest spaceport city of Kharak Town. A place where profit loomed for Evren and his crew.
Before making its descent to the surface, captain Evren had summoned his crew to the bridge for a short briefing. For a moment he looked at his crew and wondered if they were ready for the job he was willing to take on. Flying a ship is one thing, doing a dangerous job was another. Considering who put the job up for offer, there was no doubt in the fox’s mind that it would be dangerous.
”Got a lead for a job people. Ever heard of Fat Pig? He’s a merchant. Or at least that is what he calls himself. Fat Pig basically deals in all kinds of less than legal cargo and is currently looking for a ship to pick up some merchandise from god knows where and deliver it to him. He’s a dangerous fellow but he pays well. We’ll be meeting him down there in Kharak Town. Any questions so far?”
Fat Pig was the street name of Vladimir Petrov. A notorious dealer in illicit merchandise that ran his operations from Kharak town. He was infamous for his gluttony, huge size and brutal violence that he unleashed on anyone that double crossed him. Some even whisper that Petrov eats his enemies raw. Needless to say that Fat Pig has a reputation that is well known in the Frontier. However, what is also well known is that those who do their jobs well get solid rewards. That makes the man a bit of a double edged sword. You can earn good coin with the man but when things go sour, he unleashes hell. Evren wondered if any of his crew would have reservations regarding doing jobs for Vladimir Petrov.
Starsystem: Akhustal system
Planet/moon: Planet Taxore
Place: The Dauntless
There are moments when you reflect upon the big decisions you have made in life. Especially when you are indebted to the largest crime syndicate of the known universe and payday’s coming up. The truth of the matter, every 3 months this same problem had arisen for the time since Evren had bought the Dauntless. Borrowing money to buy a ship was easy enough. The hard part was gathering a crew and making a profit.
The crew part he managed to more or less figure out. However the profit part had become a bit of a challenge. Jobs didn’t come easy and those he could find were barely paying more than the operation expenses. Getting the coin to pay back the triads had proven to be more difficult than anticipated. Time until the next payday was running out and his wallet was as dusty as the deserts of Taxore. The captain needed a job that would score big. A job that would get the triads of his tail for the time being and he was quite desperate to get one. In fact, Evren was desperate enough to commandeer the Dauntless towards the planet Taxore.
Through the windows of the bridge the yellow deserts of the planet Taxore where clearly visible in between the blue oceans as The Dauntless quietly made its rounds around the planet. From geostationary orbit, the planet looked peaceful. However the truth is that Taxore is infamous for its lawlessness.
Planet Taxore is a curious case of of what happens when Megacorporations fuck up and leave a planet due to its lack of profitability. What big corporations find unprofitable becomes often highly desirable for all kinds of people that search out lives far away from the crippling confinement of institutions. Even if that live is in the harsh desert climates of Taxore it did not discourage a mixture of scoundrels, vagabonds, lowlifes and other opportunists to seek out a life on the desolate sands Taxore and especially its biggest spaceport city of Kharak Town. A place where profit loomed for Evren and his crew.
Before making its descent to the surface, captain Evren had summoned his crew to the bridge for a short briefing. For a moment he looked at his crew and wondered if they were ready for the job he was willing to take on. Flying a ship is one thing, doing a dangerous job was another. Considering who put the job up for offer, there was no doubt in the fox’s mind that it would be dangerous.
”Got a lead for a job people. Ever heard of Fat Pig? He’s a merchant. Or at least that is what he calls himself. Fat Pig basically deals in all kinds of less than legal cargo and is currently looking for a ship to pick up some merchandise from god knows where and deliver it to him. He’s a dangerous fellow but he pays well. We’ll be meeting him down there in Kharak Town. Any questions so far?”
Fat Pig was the street name of Vladimir Petrov. A notorious dealer in illicit merchandise that ran his operations from Kharak town. He was infamous for his gluttony, huge size and brutal violence that he unleashed on anyone that double crossed him. Some even whisper that Petrov eats his enemies raw. Needless to say that Fat Pig has a reputation that is well known in the Frontier. However, what is also well known is that those who do their jobs well get solid rewards. That makes the man a bit of a double edged sword. You can earn good coin with the man but when things go sour, he unleashes hell. Evren wondered if any of his crew would have reservations regarding doing jobs for Vladimir Petrov.
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