Yo ho ho ho and a bottle of rum

[Zandra Tal'verda]

"Come on, Cal."

Zandra yawned and stretched as she pulled herself out of bed. It was around noon, but Zandra had only just woken up. This was typical of her. She was not a morning person, and last night they'd been up quite late.
She reached down to a pile of clean clothes, moving a small mass of shorts, pants, jackets, tops, stockings, until she found what she was looking for. A white tanktop, black shorts, and... She searched through the pile and found what she wanted, two white stockings.

She'd invited the remaining crew to join her once more at Nameless. Not only did she have another target in mind, but she had a new crew member to introduce. An important one.

Seras Goto / Rayl Wilded / Tobias Ross / Gorg / Grissa / Thryykarr / @Jathin Fallin

 

[Seras Goto]

[member="Zandra Fenni"]

Seras arrived at the bar Nameless, she rather enjoyed the captain at least it gave her something to do while not working and being a pirate was always a good cover. "Captain." Her raspy voice coming out from behind the mask while she checked the new upgrades on her suit. The one tin of leviathan meat from Akure works in her hand and she ate a piece moving the mask to expose briefly burned and scarred flesh. "Are you doing well? No morning sockness I hope."

 

[Seris Vant]

[member="Zandra Fenni"]

Rayl horked back on his throat. A mass of phlegm stuck in that nasty spot where the nose joins the windpipe. One more good try and he has a gooey lugie in his mouth. He spit it out without a care to anyone onto the street. The underworld was murky as ever. Water leaked from the mass of pipes from above. Coruscant wastes so much water, but like any super built up world infrastructure is a loosing battle. Once again Zandra called them all back to the same bar they barely escaped from last time. And surly she had another scheme cooked up to tell them all about. Ohh the joy Rayl felt; the kind of joy he got from being around people who wanted him dead. If things didn't work out this time, he was done with this women, and the crew. The neon of a nearby sign flickered; attracting his attention. And as his eye caught it, it died. "Foreboding"

 

[Revenchent]

Cal, unlike his rather sleepy significant other, was an early bird. It had been drilled into him as a child, and routines stuck. He sat on the edge of the bed; datapad in his hands, eyes fixated on the mass of information flowing across the screen. It was true, thankfully, he was officially listed as KIA in the Protectorate military. It was nice to have that final link severed. He was ready to start anew.

"Do I have to get dressed? I can just go in my boxers. It's the underworld, anyway." Calico grumbled. He knew where she wanted to bring him, and he needed to make a good first impression. The comfortable jacket and plain old slacks would never do. With a groan, Cal took to the tedious task that was donning his armor. The new set was something special; a final parting gift from his youngest brother. Eventually, he would return to lead the clan as he had always done, but his previous set had been a symbol of Tal'verda, and it was a public name. This stronger, compact, and less flashy kit was much more suited to the task at hand.

He finally slipped into the black bodysuit; clean and new ebony plates reflecting light in odd little patterns as he stood up. His arms stretched high over his head, and a yawn escaped him as he ran a hand through his unkempt beard. "We going to nameless cyar'ika? Also, how sexy is this new kit? I had Canal make it in apology for the little...incident."

[member="Zandra Fenni"]

 

[Zandra Tal'verda]

Zandra didn't answer when he asked about getting dressed. He knew what she needed him to do. She wasn't going to introduce him as her lover. He was going to be coming along because she thought he would be a valuable member of the team. After all, another set of hands could only be good. Especially with the kid on the way.

Only the doctor knew about bean so far, despite her changing body. The jacket helped with that. It was loose on her. Helped hide the stomach. She reached across to the nightstand where the jacket was draped across and snatched it up. She pulled it on, letting the loose leather swallow her entirely.

"Mmm... Yes. The sexiest. But... ya sure you can trust anything made by him? I mean. I did try to kill him."

 

[Revenchent]

"He's odd, but yeah, I figure I can. He can be a di'kut, but he makes nice kit." Calico reassured. He set the helmet on his head, and tilted his head left and right.

"The new bucket is a bit disorienting though." He grumbled. The single DC-17 rifle that he had used for centuries was slipped into his thigh holster, and he turned toward Zandra.

The jacket was his own flag; claiming that she belonged to him. Metaphorically, of course, and it was amusing to look at. "Lead the way then. Be good to meet these guys."

[member="Zandra Fenni"]

 

[Zandra Tal'verda]

Zandra reached for her own blaster,stowing it at her hip. She checked her refelection in the mirror, frowned, and ruffled her shady messy white hair. Better. She didn't look like herself when she looked so neat and put together.

"A'right,"she said, leading him out of the ship, "but you call me 'captain' when we ain't alone, eh? I got a reputation. N' nobody can know we a.. thing. Not yet anyway. "

Her reasoning was simple. Pirate or not, she had to keep some order in her crew. Only way to make sure they got the job done