The Call(Pirates Only)

[Ironwolf]

Ironwolf sat with the others. He would let the buckethead pass for now. But only for now. This one, he was marking for later. But for now important matters were at hand. For instance, The Gungan was making a point. Which of course meant, Lord Ironwolf had to make a counter point.

"Let the man speak his offer Captain Naaaaaaaasssss, King or no King, I know he is one of our own."

He sat there head resting on his hands, smiling at this motley assembly. Now what could Ironwolf have to be pleased about? Only he knew.

 

[Asari Morin]

Asari looked at all of the pirates with a seemingly listless glance. To most of them he must have seemed weak, dejected, and utterly ill-at place here with some famous names. He smiled, a knowing and ridiculing smile at some of them. Slowly the old Pirate stood up from his seat, placing both hands on the table before him. As he did so something seemed to slither beneath his robes upon his arm, the soft cloth flicking as a creature moved itself around his body.

Before it could be questioned however Asari began to speak, his voice taking absolute control of the room. “My name is Asari Morin.”

He stopped for a few seconds, glancing again at several faces around the room.

“And I am here to tell you one simple truth. Our way of life is dying.” The Pirate King stopped after that. To many of them this would not at all be a surprise, in fact most of them would scoff at his words and call him an idiot, but Asari had been here before, on the eve of the rise of an Empire. “Yes, some of us go on, others even flourish, but we won't for long. The Republic, The Empire, and even the Omega Protectorate all grow. Not two years ago the galaxy had been ours for the taking. We plundered, we raided, we killed with no true government standing in our ways. Now, not one but three have risen and each one grows in size every day. Their fleets are vast, their armies massive, and their territories well protected.”

“We can go on for a time perhaps. Raiding their worlds, taking their wealth and plundering their ships. But for how long can we last without a home base? A place to stop, rest, and repair?” Asari stopped again, this time he let the veil that shrouded his face move to the side a bit, showing the scarring upon the face. “The answer should be self evident to all of you. Not very long. You can all deny it, say you're invincible, that your crew is the best and the brightest. Though you all know its a lie. Even the best ship needs repairs, and even the best crew needs to rest at some point.”

Asari spoke simple truths, that had always been his way and it always would be. “So I have called you here to give you a solution, a place to rest, to repair, and unwind.”

The Pirate King lifted a hand off the table and pulled something from his robes, a small disc like object. He pressed a key upon the disc and then threw it onto the table. It slid into the middle and then activated, projecting the image of a space station.

“A home for all of us. In a territory where we will be more than welcome. I have made a Deal with the Hutts, and the station is already being built.” Asari looked at them all, a smile upon his face. He wondered how many would actually go for it. He knew some would, others might be more...hesitant however. Either way, Asari would have his home.

 

[Fayde]

@[member="Asari Morin"]

This "King" of pirates looked as if he was a corpse revived. Although others might have seen him as a farce, as a walking corpse, Fayde saw him as an enigma. Something was there that wasn't being allowed to be seen. Something under his vail, something behind his voice. Fayde looked on with interest as the Holo-projecter displayed the station. He crossed his gigantic arms over his rising and falling chest, taking in the words of Asari and beholding the overall scene.

He saw the station appear before him. Although he wasn't sure of the scale or size of the station it looked to be something that could resist and repel a fleet. The Hutts must have been digging deep into their slimy pockets to finance a project like this.

Fayde cleared his throat. It sounded like a bassy deep rumble of thunder. He rose a hand to call the "pirate king's" attention and his voice boomed as he spoke, "You said its being built by the hutts?..... In their space?... Under their Flag?.... " He looked around the room at the assorted array of pirates. Fayde's loyalty was with the Hutts since it was they that were the ones that saved his life. His personal codes of honor and twisted-ancient religion bound him to that fact. The hutts were the closest thing to his lost brothern on Tof. However, he was still a warlord at heart. A Pirate. Would the other pirates feel the station, no matter how large and powerful, be a home of their own, or a cage built by their "hutt masters"?

 

[RC 212]

RC scoffed at the idea of the Hutts building the station. He had no doubt the greedy slimeba'lls would want compensation for their station and he would be charged a great deal for every refit. RC was a pirate yes but not a stupid one and his real loyalties lay with the Mandalorians. As he sat back and listened to the conversation a look of disgust crossed his face inside his helmet. This king of pirates had yet to say something that enticed him.
"So this will be a nuetral zone I expect." RC tossed out casually.

"How do you know these Hutts wont hold it against us in loot. Or worse try to scrap our ships. I dont like the idea, I wont pay a cut of any of my hauls if thats what is at stake here."

RC had his own ports. The whole of Mandalorian space was his playground.

 

[Fayde]

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Fayde laughed under his breath as RC 212 commented.... Fayde looked at the Pirate Mandalorian, maybe he wasn't up-to date on Mandalorian policy. He remembered seeing the order "All mandalorians engaging in pirate activity will be punishable by death." Maybe RC hadn't watched the holonet in a while. Or.... "Maybe he will bring me a bounty if I turn him in to one of his clan leaders." The thought was tempting, but he kept himself in-control. In any case, it seemed that the "bigger" organizations were turning against their own if they were labeled pirates. Maybe RC would be running to this Hutt station whether he liked it or not... Heh....

He waited to see how the Pirate king would respond to both of their comments.....

 

[Asari Morin]

Asari looked at the pirates for a few seconds and raised an eyebrow. He realized that he had not been clear enough, an unfortunate consequence when dealing with very literal people. Slowly Asari raised himself completely, standing at his full height. Again something seemed to slither beneath his robes, it appeared that his skin was moving, though it was likely an illusion.

“I apologize. Perhaps I did not make myself clear enough. The Hutts are providing nothing more than space the station occupies. The Materials, construction, and everything else is being handled by me.” What Asari didn't mention where all of this was coming from. Slowly, one by one The Pirate King was scrapping his fleet. The Considerable fire power he held was being converted into the massive station that would become a home for all pirates. In Asari's mind it was a simple and quite fair trade off, one he was more than willing to make. “The only thing the Hutts will be giving, is free passage to and from the station. They will not know its location, composition, or even appearance.”

The way this would work was quite simple. Once the Station was complete Asari would operate it like any space station. There would be people to pay to fix your ships, fuel, food, places to rest and anything else one might need. The Pirates who chose to join him in this little venture would receive a certain IFF transmitter to place on board their ship, this would prevent the Hutts from attacking them and allow free passage in and out of Hutt space.

“I have been alive long enough to know never to trust a Hutt.” Asari said quite flatly and truthfully before going on. “Of course, there was one condition and it was quite a simple one.”

“When and if Hutt space is attacked by one of the greater forces within the galaxy, we come to their aid.” Asari said it flatly once again. It was a simple enough bargain. The Hutt's allow them a place to live and rest and then when the time came the Pirates would help in defending that place, a simple bargain.

 

[Fayde]

@[member="Asari Morin"]


Fayde looked at the Pirate King and half laughed and grunted.... "Maybe its not the Hutts that gain by this... maybe its you! What would you become to us, our king?...."

 

[RC 212]

RC had been reading the holonet on the Mandalorian line and saw the new order put out by the Mandalore. something snapped in him just then. For a long time no one had complained about RC's Requisitions but now he felt slowly he was being turned on. every attempt RC had put out to go to war had been shot down and he had begun to have enough of the Mandalorian races soft hearted politics. It was time to bring back the old ways. War blood and conquering
RC looked up and nodded to the convention.Weighing the options it seems his fortunes had turned.
"Thats agreeable." RC commented
"RC's Raiders will be there, you can count on that."

 

[Asari Morin]

“No.” Asari said again quite flatly. He slowly turned to look at the big green giant. A formidable man, one that quite clearly knew his way around a blaster and blade. “The Title is a false one. I have never, nor will I ever call myself the Pirate King.”

“The name comes from those who follow me, those who live aboard the ships in my fleet. Fourty Thousand Souls. Men, Women, children, all of them pirates. They are the ones who call me King. I don't expect that from any of you, nor do I expect it from them or anyone else. I am no King, I am simply a man.” Asari spoke plainly, but with a voice filled with authority and clear diction. It was clear that he was very serious about all of this.

He shifted slightly, straightening himself once more. “All I expect from you is to follow decent standards once this station is built. It will of course be a Pirate Station so I expect Murder, assaults, perhaps even rapes, but I will not tolerate them. The Station will be a safe harbor for us, we will have a code when we set foot upon its grounds, and we will follow it.”

When the Mandalorian spoke Asari turned to him with a smile and a nod. Good, one down.

 

[Fayde]

Fayde nodded ever so slightly as Asari spoke. He was startled ever so slightly when he realized that he was agreeing to subtle words of the "pirate king". Was he using some soft of Jedi magic on his brain? He wasn't even sure if such tricks worked on the large Tof. His eyes narrowed regaining his focus listening to the propositions. He leaned heavily against a wooden panel on the wall, sending a slight creaking sound through the hall.

Fayde's people didn't particularly have an orderly history, but they still knew of codes of honor. Even in his bloodies battle in the arena, when his enemies lay before his feet, he always bestowed upon them an honorable death. Especially if they fought with honor. He even fought against rebels on his homeworld at his King's command. All those acts, no matter how much blood stained his hands, would require some basic level of codes... honor system...

Fayde spoke up once more, "I am currently working with the Hutts already. Having this station built where we can... gain from each other's experience and sharpen our blades.... might be worth considering. You have my attention Pirate... Now whether you can convince the others.. that is the question now, isn't it?"

Fayde leaned back on the wall once more, resting his foot on the wall and crossing his arms. He chuckled to himself. He might go along with the idea, but Fayde was just one of the many pirates in attendance, most of which were silently sitting there or fiddling with their weapons. Fayde might be judged by the "brick" head mentality... but he was the only one that seemed interested in the occasion...

 

[Kaveh Garshasp]

Much of this sounded too good to be true, mostly because it was creating a place where pirates would be able to refuel and rest their heads. "What is da difference between disa place an say Nar Shadda?" he asked. "Oar any other Hutt controlled docking area?" It didn't make sense, well at least not to Gobar. Mostly because the Hutts were always more than happy to have an extra ship on hand or lend them their docks, all for a bit of mula of course. But also because what he was asking was something that, as he could hear from earlier, was just almost impossible. Sure, some pirates held a certain amount of respect for certain crews and captains, but that didn't mean that if they met in a bar they would be best buddies. Especially with Ironwolf being a part of this. He was notorious for starting fights and being an all around unpleasant person to work with.

"Mesa jus wanna know how yu plan on maken all o' us" he moved his arms in a large sweeping motion regarding all of the pirates in the room, "To work togeda and be palos!" He knew that Ironwolf, even if he thought the same would probably disagree, just to get under his skin.
@Fayde @[member="Asari Morin"]@RC 212@Ironwolf@Kelsey Shadow@[member="Xar Barka"]

 

[Asari Morin]

Asari turned to the Gungan with a smirk on his face. He remembered long ago hiding on Naboo from the Empire. The Gungans had hidden him from stormtroopers, he remembered the species well and kindly...unlike many other people in the galaxy. Gobar made good points of course, what made Tortuga different from Nar Shadda, or any other shadowport? And what would keep the pirates from killing one another, both decent and true questions.

“The Station will be different because it will be ours.” The last word had extra strain put on it to get his point across. “It will be a home hidden in the shadows. Nar Shadda, Nal Hutta, all the other scum worlds will always stand against us. To them, we are the scum of scum, drifters, nomads, the bottom of the barrel. We will always come last to the Hutts. On this station, we are not only the firsts, we are the only ones.”

Tortuga would be a true home for most Pirates, a place where they didn't have to worry about getting shot or grabbed for a bounty in their sleep. “And yes, im well aware of some of our reputations.”

Asari looked over to Ironwolf for a few seconds and to some of the other pirates around the table, a few of them chuckled.

“We are all Pirates, and I assume most of us are because of a single concept. Freedom. We crave it, we seek it, and we bask in it whenever we can. We all want to be Free and we all want to stay that way. For what is coming, the only way we can achieve that is to stay together.” Asari spoke plainly again, it was his way. “And how do we keep ourselves inline? Simple. We police ourselves. When one of us does something stupid, turns on us, or something of the sort the others turn on them. Strength in numbers, its a simple concept.”

 

[Ironwolf]

"I like the idea, its simple yes?"

Ironwolf was grinning, so it was the Hutts that were behind this sleemo. Big surprise, those damned leeches would just never let up would they? Piracy was a wild thing. It was like fire and properly executed it meant a pain in the neck for anyone and everyone who wished to do business on high space tradelanes. It didn't take a genius to see that they were just a step away from taking orders from the damned Hutts. They didn't want the Pirates on their side, they just wanted a leash on the Pirates.

And this Pirate King would make the perfect collar.

"But the thing about Pirates you seem to fail to understand, is we dont work well together."

A few nods and ayes came in support.

"We hate each other's guts. I mean look at you, I dont even know you and already I hate you. I hate Naas, I hate that big monster sulking in the corner. I certainly despise the triggerhappy buckethead enough to plot his death. So if I hate them all so much how the hell can you expect them to trust me? Or me to trust them for that matter.

Ill be the first man honest here, if I see any of you with your back towards my ship hell Ill blow you up the first chance I get just to satisfy my hate. Friendly fire be damned."

He rose up then.

"So without wasting your time further. I would say good luck and dont cross my path."

The Iron Wolf was ready to go. He had had just about enough of sitting with Pirates and talking.

 

[RC 212]

RC laughed at Ironwolf as he delivered his punishing tirade. Of course pirates did not work well together, but it was far from being a hutt conspiracy. The pirate king had approached the hutts not the other way around.

"I'll remember to do the same to you then!" RC jested at the hulking pirate.

 

[Kring]

Kring sat in the back of the crowd listening to the others talk about pirates working together trying to stay out of the way of the more experienced ones. "Seems like a good idea to me." he nudged another pirate next to him who nodded in agreement.