RC 212
HUNGRY HUNGRY HIPPO!
Tortuga. It was s pace station made of destroyed ships and scarp metal, located in old hutt spcace, now Black sun.
It was a cold steel ball where the scummiest pirates and spacers could be found. Fights were not uncommon as disputes ranged from the price of fuel to the fueds between crews that were longstanding.
Today was more of a fued than anything. Soulfire had been listening in the Drunken Freighter cantina and come to find out one of his most hated rivals had sent an Privateer-Class frigate back to the station for fuel and repairs. Being an opportunist he had seized upon this, a chance to strike another blow to Captain Valric, whom took his catches more often than not.
Soulfire watched from the balconies of the hangar in the shadows. Below the Frigate was in dry dock. Two of the crew stood guard while the rest were no doubt away and sleeping.
Soulfire own crew had set up along the balcony as well, watching down below for a chance to strike.
"Ready cap'n?"
"Indeed." He growled. With a leap he sailed down to the deck, white robes flowing in the air like a long tracer in a spice induced trip. The two crewmen turned and their eyes wnet wide with shock.
"It's the Soulfire crew, blast em'!"
The words no sooner left their mouths than the pirate captain roared, raising himself to his full height. One hand reached out grabbing the first crewman by the throat with the force. He struggled and squirmed as his windpipe began to crush slowly. The other crewman tried to raise his pistol but Soulfire reached for his own slughtrower, aiming it dead center and squeezing the trigger.
CRACK
The slug burrowed into the mans head and exploded out of the back of his skull. He fell backwards in a spray of blood, flesh and bone.
"Crew kill them all!" Soulfire roared.
[member="Darth Morgoth"]
It was a cold steel ball where the scummiest pirates and spacers could be found. Fights were not uncommon as disputes ranged from the price of fuel to the fueds between crews that were longstanding.
Today was more of a fued than anything. Soulfire had been listening in the Drunken Freighter cantina and come to find out one of his most hated rivals had sent an Privateer-Class frigate back to the station for fuel and repairs. Being an opportunist he had seized upon this, a chance to strike another blow to Captain Valric, whom took his catches more often than not.
Soulfire watched from the balconies of the hangar in the shadows. Below the Frigate was in dry dock. Two of the crew stood guard while the rest were no doubt away and sleeping.
Soulfire own crew had set up along the balcony as well, watching down below for a chance to strike.
"Ready cap'n?"
"Indeed." He growled. With a leap he sailed down to the deck, white robes flowing in the air like a long tracer in a spice induced trip. The two crewmen turned and their eyes wnet wide with shock.
"It's the Soulfire crew, blast em'!"
The words no sooner left their mouths than the pirate captain roared, raising himself to his full height. One hand reached out grabbing the first crewman by the throat with the force. He struggled and squirmed as his windpipe began to crush slowly. The other crewman tried to raise his pistol but Soulfire reached for his own slughtrower, aiming it dead center and squeezing the trigger.
CRACK
The slug burrowed into the mans head and exploded out of the back of his skull. He fell backwards in a spray of blood, flesh and bone.
"Crew kill them all!" Soulfire roared.
[member="Darth Morgoth"]