Pirate Mainframe
The Freebooters of The Slice successfully seized the wealth of wobani right under the watchful eyes of the Mandalorian Neo-Crusaders, who were preoccupied with the resurgence of the Confederacy of Independent Systems. In response, the pirates reveled in their victory with exuberance, unrestrained and boisterous under the ever-watchful eye of the Trademaster
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.The moonlit shores of Rishi sparkled with the light of torches and repulsorlift lanterns carelessly draped among the palm trees. A blend of Huttese synthwave and tribal rhythms resonated from makeshift sound towers.
Modified freighters, swoop bikes, and rust-covered starfighters meandered overhead in lazy circles, resembling inebriated carrion birds in flight. Kegs of pilfered Whyren's Reserve tumbled across the sand, accompanied by a cacophony of laughter and blaster fire.
This gathering was more than mere celebration; it was a declaration.
Freebooters from all corners of The Slice congregated here: seasoned ship captains with cybernetic enhancements, slicers clad in vibro-threaded jackets igniting cigarras with plasma welders, and Nikto fighters adorned in luminescent tribal paint. Transactions were occurring, old grievances were momentarily set aside, and spoils from the Wobani heist credits, jewels, and a few unfortunate Mandalorian helmets were prominently showcased.
The galaxy could be engulfed in flames from Coruscant to Corellia. Yet here, on the fringes of civilization, the Freebooters indulged in the remnants and thrived....
Tonight, Rishi was theirs.