Post by Fourth Horseman on Sept 10, 2015 14:30:10 GMT -5
After a short journey from Thulun Prime to Steel Prima, Pilot Wakesail of the Dark Messiah II sets the vessel down with barely even a jostle. Nodding to First Mate Sherbet and casually stating "Gear set and I took the liberty of calling off the tender vehicles due to the ongoing war and embargo with Cadar."
"Soft as a Rychart hull, Wake." Responding, through laughter. Casual language with each other was not uncommon on this vessel. It is , after all a Thulun privateer vessel and the Pilot, First Mate, and Captain Fourth Horseman have been together from the beginning almost 60 years ago. Formal military formalities are lost on three ex factory slaves from Thulun Prime. "Where is Hourse? News downloads are reporting a shortage of electronics. With the price offered we can afford to break the Cadar embargo, especially after to supplying the lux goods to Thulun Prime. Damn cred stick is going to get a workout."
While propping his feet up on the console, "Cap been in his quarters the entire trip here. Only seen him briefly in galley."
Sherbet walking briskly down the corridors avoiding exited crew exiting the ship, no doubt for a spice hall and maybe a whore house, wonders to himself on the ship's travel to this out of the way outpost. It is not like the captain to travel without a purpose. More concerning to the First Mate was it was even more unlike the Captain to not let the other two know the purpose, even of it was to remain between the officers only.
Approaching his friend and Captain's door, opens it without knocking and enters as briskly as he got there. "Horse, we need to discuss some news." The last half of the statement falling off finding the captain sitting in the dimly lit room, smoking a cigar, and seeing a small crate on the table. "I've seen this before, Horse. What type of drek is going through your head that you are being unusually distant with Wake and me? Why have we come here?"
Not turning around and answering his friends question in a roundabout way, "We are here to return something,..." Motioning to the crate, "Inside that crate is my Steel Song miltary uniform along with a data tablet saying I won't be needing this. Also on that data tab is an image of me in a Cadar uniform titled "Expect for me to be adding more rank insignia."
"Horse, why break from Steel Song? We are Thulun. Thulun is not at war with Song." Standing up, taking a long pull on his, what is now apparent to Sherbet, expensive Cadarian cigar responds, "That's my fucking point. What in the Narvidian hell has Thulun done over the past 60 years? Not a damn thing, they have rewarded us with some recognition, but Prince Thulun has gotten to used to out service." Exhaling the thick aromatic smoke continues as he smiles "Cadar has been at war with Song for a good long time and have us 4 times the recognition for supplying records aquire in the spying on Baza Prime."
Smiling, Sherbet asks "Can I go with you to deliver that box?"
Handing the cigar to his longtime friend, "Yes you may, my friend. On our way back we will stop back in Thulun Prime and advise Prince Thulun that he may get his uniform returned if he does not grow a pair of balls and show them to the quadrant."
Taking a huge toke to the point of slightly choking responds "The loyalty of thieves, FOR CADAR!!! I'll inform the crew to return quickly to the ship for we have a war to assist."
"Soft as a Rychart hull, Wake." Responding, through laughter. Casual language with each other was not uncommon on this vessel. It is , after all a Thulun privateer vessel and the Pilot, First Mate, and Captain Fourth Horseman have been together from the beginning almost 60 years ago. Formal military formalities are lost on three ex factory slaves from Thulun Prime. "Where is Hourse? News downloads are reporting a shortage of electronics. With the price offered we can afford to break the Cadar embargo, especially after to supplying the lux goods to Thulun Prime. Damn cred stick is going to get a workout."
While propping his feet up on the console, "Cap been in his quarters the entire trip here. Only seen him briefly in galley."
Sherbet walking briskly down the corridors avoiding exited crew exiting the ship, no doubt for a spice hall and maybe a whore house, wonders to himself on the ship's travel to this out of the way outpost. It is not like the captain to travel without a purpose. More concerning to the First Mate was it was even more unlike the Captain to not let the other two know the purpose, even of it was to remain between the officers only.
Approaching his friend and Captain's door, opens it without knocking and enters as briskly as he got there. "Horse, we need to discuss some news." The last half of the statement falling off finding the captain sitting in the dimly lit room, smoking a cigar, and seeing a small crate on the table. "I've seen this before, Horse. What type of drek is going through your head that you are being unusually distant with Wake and me? Why have we come here?"
Not turning around and answering his friends question in a roundabout way, "We are here to return something,..." Motioning to the crate, "Inside that crate is my Steel Song miltary uniform along with a data tablet saying I won't be needing this. Also on that data tab is an image of me in a Cadar uniform titled "Expect for me to be adding more rank insignia."
"Horse, why break from Steel Song? We are Thulun. Thulun is not at war with Song." Standing up, taking a long pull on his, what is now apparent to Sherbet, expensive Cadarian cigar responds, "That's my fucking point. What in the Narvidian hell has Thulun done over the past 60 years? Not a damn thing, they have rewarded us with some recognition, but Prince Thulun has gotten to used to out service." Exhaling the thick aromatic smoke continues as he smiles "Cadar has been at war with Song for a good long time and have us 4 times the recognition for supplying records aquire in the spying on Baza Prime."
Smiling, Sherbet asks "Can I go with you to deliver that box?"
Handing the cigar to his longtime friend, "Yes you may, my friend. On our way back we will stop back in Thulun Prime and advise Prince Thulun that he may get his uniform returned if he does not grow a pair of balls and show them to the quadrant."
Taking a huge toke to the point of slightly choking responds "The loyalty of thieves, FOR CADAR!!! I'll inform the crew to return quickly to the ship for we have a war to assist."
hell of a way to send your message!