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  Osk Me My Name
November 27, 2019 12:57:24 AM     View the profile of Sniping101 
“I swear to shit, if that thing shocks me again, I’m kicking it out an airlock,” Snipes yelled, pointing one very angry finger at the small droid.

“She didn’t do it on purpose,” Havel said with the biggest, dumbest, puppy dog eyes, “she was trying to fix the power conduit, it’s not her fault you can’t walk a straight line,” he was crouched over the monstrosity of a mouse droid,  covered in stickers for terrible bands as it was, protectively, petting it; it beeped in perceived triumph.

“It’s my ship! I’ll walk however I damn well please!” Snipes yelled, emphasizing the sentiment by turning the accusatory figure upward; the mouse droid scurried off between Havel’s legs.

Havel, for his part, did a great impression of looking stunned.

The wind was taken from Snipes’ righteous anger and, with only a minor amount of aggrieved sputtering, he turned and walked away. He pretended not to hear Havel whisper “kick you out of a fuckin’ airlock,” though it was equally as likely he just imagined that’s what Havel said.

Besides, his mechanics were probably finding novel ways to break the ship.

The old DP-20 had been a wreck when he’d scavenged it from that star forsaken world, and even a few years later, it was still mostly a wreck. The kids were doing a good job, they learned quickly, well, they learned mechanics quickly. The galaxy, Snipes was still working on that.

Snipes knocked on one of the bulkheads as he walked back towards the engines. He’d spent most his life in some durasteel coffin like this, the rest he’d spent with a blaster in hand and mud on his feet.

“Alright, Echo, whaddya need?” Snipes asked as he pushed his way into the service area; it was a tight space, most engine work couldn’t be done during operation, but what could be done was done here.

“So Kanto here is telling me that the RS-feed needs to go into the exhaust bypass before we switch the draft circuits on, and I’m telling her it needs to be done after so the circuits can get a baseline model worked up,” Echo said, gesturing to the nervous blond woman next to him.

“Kanto?” Snipes raised an eyebrow. If he just told them the answer, they’d learn nothing.

“Engine 2 doesn’t have a holding valve. I’m sorry, I tried to. . .”

“Please, just the mechanics,” Snipes said, cutting her off.

Would the old fuck get to comms.

“It doesn’t have a holding valve, we’d have to open the injection port while the system was in operation and the engine would vent into. . .”

“It worked fine on Engine 5,” Echo interjected.

Snipes held up a hand, “just. The. Mechanics.”

“It worked fine on Engine 5 because it has a holding valve!” She yelled, shifting from nervous to exasperated.

old fuck. Comms.

Kanto had been right from a start, but about the only way to mediate an argument between the two was to let both of them say their piece. Usually one of them was right and the other was being pig headed. It reminded Snipes of the Corps and he didn’t really know what to do with that feeling, so he ignored it.

“Please don’t blow up my ship or the only two people on it that understand how uppy-downy bits make the spinny bits go ‘round,” Snipes said.

“Thank you,” Kanto said, with relief.

Snipes let out a sigh, and now she’d won an argument and the bickering would continue. It was truly the only thing in the universe that was endless. They were quiet, though, for the minute, until he turned his back, and turn his back he did, leaving the cramped service area.

OI! Comms!

The intercom never shut up on this ship. They probably just needed him to tell them what a bantha was or some shit. Again. At least twice a week he’d get called to comms, and they’d be there watching terrible holovids and call him up just to ask him if zabraks were demons or if speeders were really that fast or some other inane shit. As soon as Snipes ran across a comm-box on one of the bulkheads, and it took a solid minute because the first one he found was broken, he let them know he was on his way. Details were what captains were for, this is why he always appointed one.

“Yeah, on my way,” he said.

About time.

The galley was on the way to comms, which was one bulkhead away from the bridge, and Snipes stuck his head in.

“Hey, Zuke, toss me one,” he said to the gangly redhead.

“Huh, oh, right, heard ‘em calling you,” Zuke reached under the counter and tossed Snipes a bottle.

Ah, having a few drinks and telling stories about the glory days, and Snipes had to snort even thinking about them as the glory days, wasn’t such a bad way to spend an evening. They were good kids, most of them.

The rum was bad, cheap shit they’d scraped off the bottom of a salvage operation that Osk hadn’t paid them shit for, but it did the job. Snipes would take his kingdom back, but until then, there were worse ways to spend old age.

He’d barely taken the neck off the bottle when he stepped into a comms room that was not just well lit, but active. Unusually active. Active in a way it only was when they got a priority call from Osk, some job they were the only ones close enough to do.

Ogden, a pimply boy with bright eyes that never stopped started speaking before the door even finished opening.

“Old man, there’s a call,” he said, gulped, then finished, “for their liege.”

A wicked grin, something Snipes hadn’t worn much in a long time, spread across his face, behind the grey hair and beard. The first move would be made.

“Play it,” Snipes said, flopping into a chair and pulling from the bottle with a gusto he’d not felt in a long time.

“It’s pretty scrambled,” Gresh said, “not much of the audio made it through, but this holo did.”

The central console of the room, what everyone was circled around, lit up, throwing a blue light on all the ashtrays, energy drink cans, and scraps of half eaten sandwiches that littered the area.

Snipes knew a Star Destroyer when he saw one, even one that was missing pieces. These weren’t technical specs either, that was a full 360 holo made in person.

“Who’s sending it?” Snipes asked.

“Only identifier is the phrase ‘in a world without gold’” Ogden said, puzzled.

Snipes had to laugh at that. In a world without gold indeed.

“Any indication how long the message was in transit?” Snipes asked.

“About two days,” Gresh answered.

Snipes nodded, so not much time really if you thought on a galactic scale.

“Send a meeting point. What about that casino? The really tacky one?” Snipes said, “Ask for two pings back as confirmation the message made it whole.”

Snipes heard some frantic whispering between Ulrich and Tarot, most of it about something wrong with the comms, and Snipes guessed it was in the receiving, but he was too ecstatic to even ask, besides, comms was all math and if he asked, they’d just math at him, his eyes would glaze over and he would loose this delicious feeling of, finally, taking the first step in reclaiming his kingdom.
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November 27, 2019 11:00:17 PM     View the profile of StarFruit 
The cackling he had heard from the other end of the long-range comm caught the normally steeled Vandrux off guard. Never before had he heard such a sound come from the Captain’s mouth. Sure, he had laughed and chuckled before, but the cackling… it sounded nearly insane. Near minutes passed until the sound died down and turned into a deep hacking followed by a sinus vibrating inhale and a pi-TEW - then the sickening slap of a wet glob against a durasteel surface.

“You okay, Cap?” Vandrux had sat back in his pilot’s chair and set to trying to get at an inch under his scales that had been eluding him for a good hour.

Another couple wheezing chuckles came through the comm. “Yeah I uh-” another deep inhale followed by the expulsion of a loogie, “I’m good. It’s just that,” Jacen laughed again. “It’s so perfect and so fucking funny.”

Vandrux’s scaled brow quirked. The Barabel was even more confused now. “What’s perfect and, dare this one ask, what’s funny?”

“The fucking broke ass Star Destroyer is what. That old bastard is going to love this.”

The only old bastard Jacen had ever referred to with so much distaste and respect in one breath was the one person under the Osk flag that Vandrux wanted to meet. Who wouldn’t want to meet the King? Finally, Vandrux’s confusion faded and the lips of his lizard maw twisted into a grin. “You want this one to hail Snipes?”

“Damn right I do.” There was the sound of a fist pounding enthusiastically against durasteel. “It’s broken, it’s seemingly abandoned, it’s fucking huge. Perfect for the big headed drunkard. Send off the message, you should have his connections in our network.” There was some shuffling at Jacen’s end of the comm, then a worried voice followed by Jacen’s frustrated growl. “Send it now, I gotta go. I got uh… shit to deal with. Follow his orders, whatever they are. You’re my liason for right now.” Jacen’s voice faded before an alarm began to blare muffled by a few explosions, and the comm disconnected.

It took only a few minutes for Vandrux to send off the message. He could only hope that whatever pile of shit Snipes was flying would be able to receive it. After it was sent off the Barabel turned a bit in his pilot’s seat to look out of the viewport of his Deep-X Explorer, one of the handful of ships in Captain Jacen Reed’s small fleet of smugglers. The inky blackness of space surrounded him, but the most interesting part of the view was the massive decommissioned Star Destroyer that hung dead in space. It wasn’t too hard for one to see that it was decommissioned, either, given the chunks of of it that were missing and floating around it as crumbled debris. Who knows what happened to it, the only thing that mattered now was waiting for the King’s reply.

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“A casino, huh?” It fit what Vandrux had heard about the King at least. It didn’t take entirely too long to receive a reply, only a handful of days. So he was pretty far off then. Vandrux grumbled as he set the coordinates for the casino into his navigation system and watched it mapped the best route. With the Deep-X it wouldn’t be too much of a hassle but Vandrux was hungry and he didn’t have many rations left.

The Barabel clicked about on the console for another moment before setting the deep space scouting ship into auto-pilot. If it was going to be a journey he would make sure it was a comfortable one. He settled back in the pilot’s seat and took a deep breath before he shut his eyes. Luckily he hadn’t already scouted most of what lay ahead on the generated route, and there weren’t any dangers. He thought he deserved a nap.

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The trip hadn’t been eventful at all, other than having run out rations as he knew he would. A full day had passed without putting any meat in his belly and the scaled being was definitely feeling it. Following his hungry stomach after landing at the casino - which was situated nicely on some outer rim moon - he found his way to one of the many cantinas. Despite only having a handful of patrons wandering around drunk or high on something it was still loud, loud enough to make Vandrux grumble the entire time he sat at the bar waiting for the ‘tender to notice him. He had been waiting for far too long.

Being a creature that survived on a massive amount of meat going a day without eating made for a rather frustrated Barabel. With one final growl, the volume rising sharply, he pounded his fist on the bar and shouted toward the Zabrak ‘tender. “You bring this one some porg NOW.”

The Zabrak probably hadn’t seen many scaled creatures that were two meters tall so he very quickly and sheepishly rushed off behind a curtain. There was hurried shouting and the crash of pots and kettles before the Zabrak came back out. “Coming right up, sir,” he said before he went back to cleaning glasses and shuffling about behind the counter.

“Good.” Vandrux snorted and turned his back to the bar counter to watch the small crowd.

There were so many different species gathered in one place, all for the whispers of luck. Cards had never been Vandrux’s strong point or even something he cared about. Gambling in general was low on any of his lists. It wasn’t straight forward. There were too many ways for someone to cheat the system or hack the dealer droid. It was nonsense to him, but boy did it make for some good people watching.

Finally, a large platter of roasted porg was presented to him and he happily went about filling his stomach. While he ate, bits of meat falling his maw as he hungrily chewed, he continued to watch the crowd and wait… wait for the King.

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December 1, 2019 09:07:53 PM     View the profile of Merrick 
Merrick sat at one of the bars in the shabby, tacky casino, drinking her fifth - or maybe sixth? - drink so far. She’d honestly lost count, and didn’t really care to think too hard about it anyway. She’d been off the grid for a long time and spent most of her time just kicking around, drinking, occasionally starting a fight so she could finish it, and generally pretending she didn’t have a care in the world. She downed the drink and gestured for another. The bartender narrowed his eyes and looked as though he might try to tell her she’d already had enough, but seemed to think better of it. The cacophony of the gambling masses outside the bar bled through the walls a little, and the noise was making her uneasy in spite of sitting alone on this side of the room. When you spent all your time alone in a fairly small ship, crowds of people tended to have that effect. The next drink arrived and this one she sipped instead. She wasn’t even really sure why she was here. Somehow, for some unknown reason, there’d been a message from the King to meet at this backwater den, and she’d inexplicably altered her route to make for the moon. Space was an unbelievably big place, and the fact she’d even been within range of the message was.... Something. It could be days before anyone else arrived, too, since who knew how far and wide Osk was scattered.

She was feeling a little trepidation about how her presence would be received. She’d kind of just disappeared, and there was no predicting how the mad bastard of a pirate king would react even on the best day. Though, it would likely be better than the reception she would get from Fury if she ever returned… that train of thought was dangerous, so she cut it off. After she’d answered the last time he called her back, she’d thought the military life was definitely for her and tried to put the time spent with Osk, and wandering alone, behind her. Unfortunately that life hadn’t been done with her, so when she’d left that time it had been unannounced and without permission. All her gear had come with her - most of it wasn’t Empire issued anyway - the extremely unsubtle ship and a large chunk of her bank account, but not much else. Heading back to Osk had seemed too obvious, she’d convinced herself, and so it was back to the aimless wandering and working for credits if she needed it.

Her drink seemed to have disappeared again so she ordered another, and asked the bar tender who to talk to about lodging for the night. She could always sleep on her ship Straggler, but that had got old a long time ago. She wasn’t overly confident any rooms in this place would be nicer, but hoped they might be less cramped. They’d definitely be closer; an important consideration when one is setting out to get good and drunk. The barkeep passed over a room access fob with the next drink and Merrick slid him some credits before he went to the other end of the bar to deal with other customers. Drink number whatever disappeared, and she stood up unsteadily to go find her room. It was as shabby as the rest of the place, as expected, but it wasn’t on fire, full of bandits, or leaking, so it’d do for one night.

Waking up the next morning was something Merrick really did not want to do. The cot had been surprisingly not awful, and the hangover was as bad as any she could recall having recently. She cursed getting old and hauled herself up to her feet with a groan. At least sleeping fully clothed was better than in armour, but only marginally. She’d shed her weapons at least before collapsing, and now took a moment to make sure they were all present and accounted for. The big stuff stay on the ship with her old armour so that she made people less nervous, but the twin blaster pistols and at least four hidden knives were her constant companions. Her old constant companion, the nexu Vlad, had come to a messy end years before and she’d never bothered to get another pet. It was too much work keeping herself fed and the ship running without adding another mouth to feed, especially when its life would primarily be composed of confinement in a ship with a cranky drunk of a former trooper.

Merrick had often commented while in his service on Snipes’s constant drinking, and she wondered how much it would amuse him to know she’d joined him in the end. He had the right of it, though; he’d told her once that staying drunk all the time was better than dealing with a hangover. Food was out of the question for a while, so she ventured forth to see what else this horrible little moon might have to offer. Some caff would at least be most welcome. She found a passable, if too hot, mug of the stuff and set about wandering through the casino and surrounds. The vast majority of the place was dedicated to separating people from their credits in a variety of fashions, the rest was focussed on getting them drunk. She swung past the port to make sure her ship was where she had left it, and still in one piece, and to check for any more messages from anyone in Osk. She was briefly gripped by the urge to just flee. No one would ever know she’d even be there, but the feeling passed as quickly as it had come on. Much as she had grumbled about his deathwish and wild abandon, Merrick had actually missed the excitement and danger of keeping Snipes alive. If nothing else it had always supplied her with an excellent reason for dealing harshly with people who meant her harm.

Feeling slightly less dead after the walk, Merrick made her way lazily back to find something to eat. A hot meal and a decent selection of alcohol weren’t the worst way to waste time while she waited.
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  RE: Osk Me My Name
December 4, 2019 10:18:31 AM     View the profile of Sniping101 
Snipes had done a modicum of grooming, which was to say his ponytail was mostly contained by three layers of elastic and his beard was mostly free of its freeloaders. He avoided the mirror, he knew well enough what he looked like before the grey had crept in, no sense looking at it now.

It was a sad mockery of his former regalia, no twin pistols, no heavy greatcoat, just mostly clean clothes and some shit pistol they’d scrounged off a dead security guard some weeks back. Hardly the hallmarks of a dread pirate king. That said, the coat still had pockets and the pistol still shot straight.

Would the friends of Mr. S. King please make their way to Conference Room 3.

Just a group of high rollers getting together and talking how to split up the worlds they pillaged. All above board.

Snipes paced, of course he paced. Ever since coming back, he’d bowed to Sharpe, never let her know that he was back. Never let anyone but a few trusted friends know he was back. Years, they’d spent, looking for a day like today. They’d make this move, the first move, but he had no idea how long it would take for his Regent, for Sharpe, to notice. How long it would take her to realized he survived, and how much longer it would take for her to realize he did not care.

“Kanto, push your hat back a bit more, lean against the wall,” Snipes said, irritated.

“Ye. . “ she cut off and did it, and once she shifted about for a second, nobody would think she didn’t have notches on her blaster, which was part of what made it funny for Snipes.

The Luck-Love Casino and Resort was well appointed, if a bit gaudy even for Snipes taste. Every inch of it was covered it holos and last weeks flimsy and the floors were sticky. The conference room they’d paid for, and no point stealing when sheer capitalism could do the trick, ran advertisements for a whole lot of adult shows, from sensual Twi’leks to gaping, bloody, Gamorreans. Blood fights, sex, and weighted dice, it was like cat nip to Snipes. The thought made him miss his cat, the gurrcat Fury. Another thing Visha would have to answer for.

His grip tightened around the handle of his shit pistol, shoved in his sash. Anger, oh that anger. It had driven him most of his life. He pulled the pistol out, brandishing it, then let it slip, and roll on the trigger guard. He handed it off to Kanto. It’d be a bad day to get back to his old habits.

Snipes didn’t sit at the head of the table, just a bit to its left. His feet, in plain worn boots, were crossed on the table. He burped. It tasted like whiskey. He ran his hand through his beard, waiting, and they waited. Snipes tapped his fingers with no rhythm. He shifted in his seat, and watched as his crew members grew restless.

As the call over the comms ran another time a lizard stepped through the door. Hand on pistol, lips, well, whatever lizards had that were like lips, Snipes was sure he knew what that was called at some point. Everyone’s hand went to their blaster at first, and Snipes held up his hand.
Perhaps the automatic distrust was not useful. He’d have to work on that.

“Barabel, who are?”

He was slower to move his hand from the blaster, but said, “this one knows that we might have been heroes.”

Jace’s representative then. That was disappointing. Would have liked to see one of his most unreliable captains. Yet, had found enough success that they had a representative. It was insulting, but he could live with it.

“Does this one know why they’re here?” Snipes asked.

A hiss, inhale, “this one is a humble scout, scanning anomalies,” he said with a very welcome bow.

Snipes nodded, but said nothing. They’d said what needed to be said, and they were still waiting. After the scout’s entrance though, a handful of other captains filtered in in ones and twos.

Snipes knew who all he had invited. He was pretty sure he knew how many people knew he was still alive. There had been a time when a room like this would be packed full of people and. . .oh, that was interesting. Merrick, his onetime bodyguard. Standing in the back, keeping people in the way, hiding. Did she really think he was that soldered? The insult was mitigated by seeing a friendly face. Not the only friendly face either, well, friendly person. Tanus the Warhammer might hid his face, but there was no hiding his Warhammer.

The room may be empty, but Snipes had to laugh.

“Well, my reptilian friend, care to show us what you found?” Snipes asked.

He nodded and stuck a datachip into holoprojector in the center of the room, and there it was, the beauty Snipes was promised. Ah, most of the front half of the Star Destroyer was missing, and some pretty considerable bits of the aft. The engines were still there though, and the command tower. Snipes rubbed his hands together in anticipation.

“My friends,” Snipes said, “this is our goal. It’s floating about in those dark places between stars. Waiting for us,” Snipes smiled, “some of us have served on these things before, we know how big they are, even one that’s misplaced a couple of parts of itself.”

“Vandrux, as the only one of us to have seen this, what should we expect?” Snipes asked.

“Internally it is shielded. Even with these sensors, it is impossible to say what lives in there. If anything lives. This class of Star Destroyer can maintain life. These areas,” Vandrux manipulated the holo to point out a few spots, two of them places where the ship was broken and three that were usually used for routine docking, “are especially weak. They are the best entry points, this one thinks.”

Snipes inclined his head to the Barabel, “We’ll split our ships up and head for those. Don’t take anything for granted, we may face turbolasers and maybe even fighters. Warhammer, take the leftmost broken bit. Vandrux, if Jace can make it, let him know he’s to take the right most. I also want you vanguard, you’ve been here before, I want you communicating. Merrick, you’re with me. We leave at the crack of noon tomorrow. I’ve opened a tab, enjoy yourselves, it’s at least a four days by our slowest ship. If you need me, my ship is Ill-Favored. Now piss off, I’m going to go lose all my money at a sabacc table.”

Snipes walked out of the room, but not without pointing and gesturing at Merrick.
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  RE: Osk Me My Name
December 4, 2019 11:52:55 AM     View the profile of Merrick 
Well, he hadn’t shot her on sight, that was a good start. Though perhaps he was planning that for later, given he’d put her right beside him for the boarding party. Merrick bowed her head slightly as Snipes beckoned on his way past, but she eyed the child following in his wake and her right hand, as ever, rested on a pistol. The King stopped and let the others stream around them, off to enjoy the bars on his dime. He waved off the proferred pistol and the kid holding it and fixed Merrick with a curious stare. She stared back, a mixture of defiance and boredom making for a strange expression.

He sucked his teeth before stating bluntly, “Long time no see.”

Merrick raised her eyebrows and gave a curt nod. “Yup. Not dead then?”

Snipes feigned surprise and looked himself over. “Guess not, at least not entirely.” He put on that cheeky grin of his.

“Just your sense of style then.” she smirked.

He acted wounded then shrugged. “What’s wrong with simple, comfortable clothes? Hmm?”

This time she chuckled, “Not a damn thing. Sure beats armour.”

His turn for raised eyebrows, “And here I thought you were army ‘til the day you died.”

She looked away briefly and coughed, shifting her weight and looking around; a hard habit to break. When she looked back he was still looking right at her, so she suggested they find some place to sit, drink, and finish the conversation.

Snipes smiled. “That is something I definitely still do. By the looks of you, I’d say you drink more than you used to.”

They’d begun walking to the nearest place offering both gambling and alcohol. Merrick narrowed her eyes. “What are you trying to say?”

“Nothing, nothing. You look great, and it’s nice to see you. Yeah.” he nodded as if trying to convince himself. “Not come to kill me, have you?”

It was unexpected enough that Merrick burst out laughing. “Assuming you’re not planning on killing me, nah, no money in it.”

“Oh good, cause the new crew are uh... let’s just say, inexperienced.”

“Ah, so just gonna get me killed instead.” she was smiling as she said it though, a wave of nostalgia colouring the conversation with a pleasant familiarity. The long years spent mostly alone still kept her responses short and more than a little clumsy, but most of the trepidation had evaporated.

Snipes got them drinks, something cheap and nasty as usual, and they brought their glasses together before downing them. She sat and watched him waste his money at the gambling tables, ordering them both another round when he turned and gave her the same old signal. More than once he tried to get her to join him at the table, but she still wasn’t into gambling. She instead fell back into the habit of watching his back, even though there was no reason to expect it was needed here. She watched him as he almost invariably lost, noting the significant amount of grey in his hair and beard, and the worn out boots. His manner was less erratic than she recalled, and she wondered what the past few years had been like for him. He leapt up from the table angrily, all of a sudden, and stalked away with a sour look on his face.

Merrick offered him the drink she’d just procured for him. “Not your night hm?”

He flung his arms in the air before taking the drink. “When is it ever? Anyway, I bet you have some tales to tell… let’s find somewhere a bit more quiet, and drink a ton more.”

“You sure know how to sweet talk a gal,” and she followed him to one of the many bars around the casino, selecting one with the kind of semi-enclosed tables that smugglers and bounty hunters tended to favour.

Snipes ordered a whole bottle of whatever crap he was drinking these days and poured them a generous measure each. She was impressed he bothered with a glass for himself. For that matter, she would have happily gone without a glass too. He spent the next couple of hours pestering her for details about where she’d been, what she’d done, and refilling her glass every time it ran dry. She spent the time deflecting those same questions back at him. Eventually they both tired of trying to get anything about the past out of one another and he dragged her back to the card table, this time making her sit beside him.

Merrick grumbled. “I don’t gamble, it bores me.”

Snipes grabbed her arm to stop her leaving. “So just sit there and look pretty. And drink.”

She slumped in the chair and glared at him. “Fiiiine.”

It took a whole five minutes for Merrick to pass out on the table, laying half across Snipes’s station. The dealer looked at him and enquired, “Is this… a friend of yours?”

Snipes was scrutinising his cards, now resting upon Merrick’s back, rising and falling gently with her breathing. “Eh? Oh… bodyguard.” He added more credits to his wager, and the dealer eventually shrugged and carried on the game until he ran out of money. When his last credits were gone Snipes swore loud enough to rouse Merrick from her slumber.

She sat up with a groan and mumbled, “..time is it?”

Snipes stifled a yawn and shrugged. “About time we got moving.”

“Mm, need caff…”

Snipes dragged Merrick around behind him while she gradually woke up, and regretted every bit of it. When they got to the dock she stretched and produced several pops and crackles from various parts of her body.

Snipes was looking at the ship she’d started to turn towards. “Heh, you still have that thing.”

“Of course, you don’t get rid of a ship like that. So I guess I’ll see you at the rendezvous point.” she yawned massively. She stopped when he started following her.

“Or, you could leave it here, and come with me.”

“Why would I do that?” She wondered if she’d forgotten something they’d discussed last night.

Snipes crossed his arms. “So you don’t disappear again.”

Merrick laughed. “I beat you here by a couple days and didn’t leave then, why would I now?”

He shrugged. “Why did you before?”

She frowned, too hungover to be witty right now. “All my gear’s aboard.”

With a smile, Snipes started toward the ship again. “I’ll help you carry it.”

He was far too damned cheerful for Merrick’s taste, and she began to think back on how much he’d had to drink versus what he’d poured her. They argued for a while before he turned on her and stared with the expression that said he was done talking. She stood facing him and glared right back. Finally she broke eye contact and slumped. “Fine… let me pack some stuff and pay them not to steal my damn ship.”

Snipes smiled triumphantly and waited for her to pass him something to carry. Used to travelling pretty light, though, Merrick had everything slung over her back when she stomped past him and back out of her ship. She settled things with the dockmaster, secured Straggler and returned to where Snipes stood waiting. “Lead on then.”

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“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me… you want me to go into space in that?!” Merrick wasn’t impressed. Snipes’s ship appeared to be little more than a pile of trash vaguely welded together. “Does it even maintain pressure??”

Snipes was still smiling, though now it was less triumphant and more evasive.”Hasn’t killed me yet.”

“‘Yet’ being the operative word there.”

He scowled. “Shut up and get aboard.”

She opened her mouth to argue but she was too hungover to bother and just gave in, muttering, “fuck it”, and boarding ahead of Snipes. “I better have my own quarters though!”

Snipes paused to think about that for a minute, long enough that she turned around and stalked back to him with an angry scowl on her face. He concluded his rumination and grinned. She nearly hit him. “Of course you will have your own quarters. I wouldn’t want you killing any of the kids.” He led the way and Merrick followed behind muttering to herself.

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On the off chance we get into combat, I am still in possession of a set of ICDF armour provided by Fury some time ago. Reference pic here https://www.deviantart.com/mohzart/art/PBS-Recon-360639330
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Snipes stretched, one hand pulling on the wrist of the other as he moved back and forth. He tried to flick the hangover off his tongue to no avail, but padded along on bare feet anyway. He pulled his hands through his hair, trying to get the worst of the knots out. It was time to find food, then maybe find Merrick if she hadn’t been mobbed by his crew into telling stories. A precious lot they were.

He say his sad ass down hard in the mess, looked at the galley and just gestured in the air for something to eat. Snipes shoved his hair out of the way, tried to charge his ears with keeping it in place, but ended up just twisting it all together and shoving it down the back of his shirt as the food came, fake eggs and fake meat and two glasses, one half rum and one half water. He drank both as he ate. Then another glass of faintly stale water.

“Thanks Zuke,” he said as he left, “keep a bottle on the ice.”

“Hittin’ it hard, old man,” he said.

“Yeah,” Snipes said, pausing, then letting out a laugh, “I might be a king again. Don’t work overhard, mate.”

Zuke, a lanky youth with a patchy black beard, stared at Snipes’ back with an eyebrow raised and a pot in his hand. There wasn’t any purpose to the pot, he was just trying to look busy, he went back to smoking cigarettes and reading speeder bike hot rod magazines as soon as the former Pirate King left the room.

Best find Merrick. Her room was closer towards the fore, and so Snipes took a moment to orient himself and wandered to the fore. From the engine vibration, they were still in hyperspace, it had been only a day or two, and the ride was much rougher in sublight. Snipes poked his head in and out of various rooms, to no avail. He couldn’t remember exactly which one Merrick was in, but then his head was still pounding.

On his way to the bridge, figuring he’d call her from there and she might as well see that mess, he stopped by comms. Didn’t have to go any further, there was Merrick, crouched down with a tool box one side and a tool in the other hand. Her expression was perfectly longsuffering.

“1/3 wrench,”  a voice belonging only to a set of legs demanded.

Merrick glared at Snipes as she handed the wrench off. Then she stood and brushed herself off.

“Ah, glad I found you,” Snipes said, “we’re headed to the bridge.”

“What the hell have you roped me into?” she asked.

“It’s a weird ship, but it’s mine. Ish.” Snipes said. He knocked on the bulkhead as he walked, “don’t mind them too much, new to the galaxy.”

“No shit.”

“You know the big man, you know Osk is run by my regent,” Snipes nigh spat the word, “I haven’t run the company in years, and this home of lost children found me. Movie night wasn’t exactly my idea, but they grow on you.”

“You’ve lost your edge,” She said.

“Funnily enough,” Snipes said, turning around to go back to the galley and get his iced rum, “my edge is sharper than ever.”

“Bullshit,” she said.

Snipes spun on his heel, “I have something to lose now,” inching closer to Merrick’s face, “do not presume to know my mind. That’s always been a dangerous mistake,” he growled and turned, and went back towards his rum. 

“We’re we going to the bridge,” Merrick asked.

“You’re vexing; I’m getting rum first,” Snipes said.

“I’ve heard worse ideas.”
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She was vexing?? Merrick bit back the annoyed response she really wanted to voice; something about all those times she had saved him from his own belligerence. She settled for rolling her eyes and following him to the mess hall. He accepted a chilled bottle of rum from one of the crew, whose name Merrick hadn’t bothered to learn, thanked them and made his way back out to where she waited in the corridor.

Snipes, remembering he hadn’t actually shown her around the ship, pointed a thumb over his shoulder and added, “Mess hall through there. Food probably won’t kill you,” before he made his way back to the bridge with Merrick in tow. He strode over to stand behind the crew currently seated at the forward stations, listening while each reported the status of their various systems. Merrick looked around the bridge, noting the lack of any command chair, and chose a seat at a vacant station behind where Snipes stood. She’d spent the past several years treating her body with too much disdain to go with her traditional old position standing behind him. The station was inoperative in any case, and she put her feet up on the console while she watched the king. In some ways he was the same old Snipes, but clearly much had changed for him over the years as well. Though the crew were young and inexperienced, they seemed loyal and they were definitely keen. She’d never got around to asking where he’d found them, and his silence on the matter seemed to indicate he wasn’t interested in explaining, so she had left the question unanswered. At least for now she was content that there wasn’t likely to be any cause for her to have to do any guarding.

Or much else for that matter. Aside from helping to repair parts of the ship, a job she was wholly unqualified for, there wasn’t a great deal for her to do. Even at their current speed the trip would take a couple of days, and there was only so much drinking and sleeping that one could do. Hence movie night, she guessed. It hadn’t been as bad as she had dreaded though. In fact she had quite enjoyed watching the kids pester Snipes incessantly about the meaning of everything in the terrible old holos that they seemed to invariably select. He hadn’t been kidding when he had said they weren’t well travelled. They also hadn’t yet figured out she wasn’t a people person, and occasionally tried to actually talk to her - usually because Snipes thought it was funny to suggest they should. She eyed the crewman in front of her who’d turned around to inspect her, and he turned hurriedly back to his station. Okay, maybe some of them were getting the idea.

All stations reported the usual boredom of a hyperspace jump that was going well, and Merrick quickly got bored with watching a whole lot of nothing happen. She apparently managed to nod off, because she woke with a start when Snipes swept her feet off the console.
He chuckled and beckoned for her to follow, “Come on, I will actually show you around this time. Then we can eat. I told Zuke to make something good for lunch.”

“Who’s Zuke?”

“The cook! Waved at you when I got my rum earlier?”

Merrick shrugged. “Sure.” She yawned and stretched and they set off around the ship. Mostly it was an exercise in listing what wasn’t working, or bits of the ship to avoid, but at least she had an idea of the layout. When they were done, she was actually feeling hungry. Most of the time she’d eat rations when aboard her own ship, so the thought of something that had actually been cooked was pretty enticing. The smells coming from the kitchen were even pretty good. Most importantly, there was more rum. Various other crew members not currently on duty were arrayed around the other tables eating and talking. Merrick watched them going happily about their days, apparently unconcerned about the mission that awaited them. She wondered if they even knew which end of a blaster to hold. Nudging Snipes, she gestured vaguely at the crew and asked, “Can these kids even fight?”

He nodded. “Not like troopers, but they can take care of themselves.”

“Maybe I could teach them a few things.”

Snipes smiled. “What, worried they’ll get hurt?”

“More concerned they will get me killed. Or you.”

“Ah huh. Some of them might be interested in learning something from you I guess. I’ll find out if the old training spaces on deck 3 are habitable.”
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