Wasn't always the Captain ya know.
Unlike some as was born wit a silver spoon and handed the codes to a ship for not being so stupid as ta get demselves killed afore thar cuming o'age, I started as a common Crew Dog an spent many a year spacing wit this Captain or that afore gitten me own ship but that thar a story fer another time...
You asked how ta git rep wit da Rychart. May no work fer you but fer meself.
I bin spacen fer a few years by then, wachin an learnen tings an fillen varus job aboard this ship or that wen I found meself downgrav wit no ship tanks to da last captain being an idiot wat got hiself an us crew all but dead tanglen wit a patrol ship as could easily been avoided or paid off ta ignore us.
Some Captains are jus to dumb an ignarant to ship wit or hav the cursed luck and then it be time ta move ta a new ship.
Anways that not important save as I foun meself sitten in the Spice Hall on some chunk o rock claimed by Rychart an needing a ship ta sign on wid.
Now by that point normally I'd have avoided a fresh faced never been out o orbit captain like da Javatian lung blight but traffic ta dat rock was scarce an after a few months I was getten anxious fer space ya know, or maybe ya don't know, look a little green yerself boy'o sure you ol enuf fer that Spice Beer thar.
Anyways dis little Rychart lordling had decided he was going ta be a Free Trader an his family paid freight wit da local prince ta get him a license an ship.
Had an uncle wat was a Captain already an thar was only reason I signed on even bein anxious ta get off that rock.
Could see da uncle had some jumps under his belt an knew the difference tween da bridge and da head. Anyways da uncle did nay have room on his ship for crew but he took a liking ta meself and talked me into signen wit his worthless brat nephew as Chief Hyperwarp Navigator. Did his best ta fill his wortless nephew ship wit solid spacers though far to many were nearly as wet behind da ears an green as da captain was.
Anyways hadn't been on board long when realized I was horrible outnumbered by Rychart an mos o deem did nay much care fo meself.
Finally it all came to a head during a particular nasty jump. I'd recommended again it but da Captain was in a hurry an one O the junior navigators wat was his drinken buddy had convinced him the jump would be fine.
Took us 6 weeks in hyper an half da ship an crew was damaged or dead by time we came out.
Now right after we start that jump an knew it ha gone wrong meself an da junior nav dat had caused dis situation had a rite row, lots o shouting an pushen wit insults a flyen along wit some fists. Mos da crew saw including da little popinjay of a captain that took it upon hiself to get involved.
He ordered me to my quarters which by den was fine wit me but also tol me ta lose da hat an kerchief I always wore.
Now I hadn't much cared for siten on that bit o Rychart rock but a ver fine lady thar had given me tha Hat an kerchief as gifts an I was a bit partial ta dem. Shouted at da Captain he coul take dem off me when we all been floating dead an cold in space 6 months an not a day afore.
Well about a week later somten sucked da captain an his little friend out da hull o da ship an dat was dat.
Somehow rest o us managed to hold what was lef tagether and make it ta port.
Was surprised when da udder officers and senior crew came an said they'd voted meself Captain on one condition. That I never quit wearing dis hat an kerchief long as I be Captain.
Wat yar this be the hat an kerchief here, good luck ya know.
Oh an ran into da uncle about a year after da incident and he said he was nay surprised to hear his nephews passen. Also complimented my fine sense o fashion wearing his nieces hat an kerchief so well an all.
So now ya know how ta gain respec wit Rychart jus dress rite an keep em talken.
Now how bout another round of Vudka here...
