Mick swaggered into the bay in probably the cleanest Jumpsuit he owned. The grin on his face spread from ear to ear.
He eyed up the room before he slapped an unsuspecting prospect across the back of the head.
"You, clean up this mess" Mick waved a finger at the grime on the table that the Prospect had been leaning on.
"W-What?" Stammered the rookie Pirate
"You heard Prospect, CLEAN. Or I do it with your face."
The prospect hurried to try and wipe the stains off with his sleeve as Mick brushed down a chair.
After watching the Prospect only manage to spread the grime about he shoved him away.
"Forget it, forget it. Just bugger off" Said Mick, before turning to face the door. The grin on his face looked almost as if it was going to rip through his cheaks.
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The stares were really starting to get uncomfortable for Violet as she made her way carefully through the station's inner workings. Violet never really stayed in Bretonnia too long due to the war but that man had been so very nice as had his friends and she knew it was worth visiting again. Tying her hair back into a knot and making sure she had a tight grip on her cardimine dispenser Violet entered the bar area.
The first she noticed was one man, one handsome man she thought, yelling at another one and she decided to try and avoid getting their attention for now. She wove her way through the tables and found one in the corner and took a seat whilst flicking her cardimine dispenser from hand to hand. She was nervous and it was easy to tell she was from Kusari.
Charles stood glaring at the girl that had just entered the bar. He knew she wasn't from here and instantly could sense trouble brewing.
He calmly walked over to Anderson, who was still passed out on the table with a half empty bottle of rum sitting infront of him. "Oi, Anderson." Charles said in his medium tone. Thomas only stirred a bit before sitting up, seeminly sober. "What do ye want!? It's bloody three AM!" He said shouting before realizing that he was in the bar and was only out for about an hour.
Charles shook his head and then nodded towards the table with the Kusarian girl. Thomas turned around and grumbled quickly turning back around to face Charles. "Who the 'ell allowed a bloody Squint onboard?" He asked, throwing up his hand and pointing in her general direction, not even trying to mask what he was pointing at.
Charles only shrugged. "You might want to go see if she's lost, and find out how she came aboard the Leviathan. If we've been breeched, the Captain is going to throw a mighty big fit."
"Eh, well, I don't like it when the Cap'n throws might big fits. Other then that, let's see if this lass is useful 'round 'ere, and maybe a face t' see who invited her onboard."
He turned around to see a small group of Buccaneers passing by her and shouting rather loudly rude remarks about her heritage, followed by crude jokes. Anderson, did however look on smiling. Making no attempt to hide the fact he was looking right at her.
While Mick hadent noticed his guest arrive while he had been slapping crew around, the rest of the bar had. The usual discord in the place was now almost entirely focused on the uncomfatable looking Kusari girl.
Mick cursed himself for letting her go un-escorted, he should have known this would happen.
The grin on his face dropped as he began to weave his way through the tables, not taking his eyes off her as he manouvered around the glareing groups of crewmen. He was stopped by one of the Leviathans gunners.
"You going over to kick the noodler out Mick?" said the Gunner.
Mick turned to face him "That 'Noodler' is with me, and you will show her some damm respect"
"Realy Mick? I mean seriously, you bringing Kusari home now?"
"Shes of of them Golden C Girls, their like our sisters over there. And I like her, OK?"
The Gunner sighed and turned away, he threw a "Whatever Mick" over his shoulder as he walked away.
Mick took a second to compose himself. He realy should have picked a better place to meet her. Why he felt she would be welcomed here, he dident know. He should have picked up on that from O'Briens attitude towards her in Leeds.
His eyes settled on Violet again, he did like the look of her. Maybe he could salvage this?
With a deep breath he stepped up to her table.
"Hello again." he said "Sorry about the cold reception. I guess cultural tolerance aint one of the crews strong points eh?"
Mick sat himself down and unholstered his laser pistol. Putting it down heavily on the table he gave a piercing look to the rest of the crew before turning to face her again.
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The floor rang under O'Brien's heels as he dashed down the corridors, pushing past fellow buccaneers, regardless of who they were, such was his haste. The prospect crashed into the bar, and coversation ceased as all eyes turned to him, some contemptuously, but he ignored them. He seemed to be in a state of panic, and he was panting froom his mad dash, looking frantically around at the pirates as he shouts.
"They got the cap'n! Cap'n Morgan...they captured him! Bounty hunter jumped him in the trade lane! I saw him being towed away! "
Anderson shifted his gaze from the Kusarian and gently pushed himself to his feet. "Oi, laddie calm down. One we can't understand ye, and two, yer out of breath. Now take a deep breath and tell us what happened."
It took the prospect a few moments but finally, he told the gathering crowd the full story. Even though it was still had to believe for Anderson, who took a deep breath and then grabbed the lad by his shirt. "Now ye listen 'ere laddie. Ye better be tellin' us the truth. Or ye'll be keelhauled out through a Jumphole." He said lightly, but coldly. "Ye 'ere me?"
The Prospect nodded just as Anderson pushed him away.
"Right lads and lasses. No need t' be alarmed. Myself and fellow Lieutenants will meet in the plannin' room later t'day or t'night t' discuss our course of actio--"
"Er, Anderson, lad." Charles interrupted, "You know you're the only active Lieutenant space side. Not to mention we need to come to a vote, on whose going to be the Captain. Though many of the men 'ere heard about your accomplishments, and I'm sure Captain Morgan would want you to succeed in his place." Charles finished. There was a slight roar of whispers as a few of the Buccaneer's discussed it.
One Buccaneer nodded and said aloud "Aye. I vote fer Anderson t' be the new Captain."
Soon, another followed, and just after that a few more. Anderson quickly glanced over to see Morris nod, and smile a bit.
The crowd of Buccaneers began to quiet down as Charles spoke up. "Well, then it's said. Lads, meet your new Captain. Captain Thomas Anderson."
The crowd cheered for a brief moment before Anderson quieted them all down. "Well. This Captainin' stuff is new and all. But I believe me first task would be t' get a new set of Lieutenants. Eh, now carry on lads."
Mary Morgan runs into the Bay, clearly having just heard the news of her husband's capture. She runs up to Anderson, a frantic expression on her face.
"Tom, I heard Henry was captured. What happened?"
Anderson told her the story. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. Henry was so good at staying one step ahead that it seemed inconceivable that a Bounty Hunter would be able to stop him so easily. She looked around the bay, and saw the technician from the landing bay who last worked on her husband's fighter. She stormed over to him, and punched him in the face, knocking him backwards, and upsetting the table and everything on it. The man began to back away fearfully, sliding along the floor, but she followed with him.
"You worthless, careless piece of biowaste! A blown conduit in the cruise engine is an easy thing to prevent, if you had actually bothered to do your job! My husband is now in prison because you couldn't be bothered to do a little routine maintainance!"
Tears began to stream down her face, as she was shouting at the man. In her rage, she unholstered her pistol, and shot the man right there in the bar. She then ran off to her quarters, leaving the Bay silent and stunned.
Amid the silence, Mick slowly shut is open mouth and turned to Violet.
"Its errr, not always like this..."He mumbled "Theres generaly more singing"
Mick stuggled to read Violets reaction to this, but continued on anyway.
"But I guess now you know who the Captain is eh?"
The enormous frame of Morris stooped over the corpse of the ex-technician, picked up both his legs in one hand and began to drag him away. Mick tried his best to divert Violets attention to areas of the bar covered in less bodies. But he couldent help but think that Borris the Monkey, riding ontop of the corpse as it was dragged away, was hindering his efforts.
As the general noise of the Bay returned Mick felt small talk would be a good idea.
"So... how long you been with the GC girls?"
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The aggression of the other bar patrons had Violet quite on edge and she had been about to make a break for the exit when Mike moved over and sat down beside her. As soon as she heard him speak she knew he was the pilot from before and with a smile she moved closer to him for protection.
As soon as he asked his question she leapt to answer it allowing it to divert her attention away from the killing that had just occurred.
"Oh me I havn't been with them long, but I have helped quite a bit since I did join. What about you? How long have you been with the buccaneer's?" she replied.
Despite the initial setbacks Mick felt as though they had worked in his favor. Despite the gumblings from the rest of the bar returning he decided to press on.
"Well, depends on what you define as 'With them'." Mick said "I spent a fair bit of time planetside on Leeds before joining the fleet propper.
Im not sure how many are down on the planet now, I dont realy communicate with them anymore. Only when Prospects come up, they are always eager to talk about thier achivements down on the planet, like they mean somthing out here in the void."
Mick paused for a second while his brain tried to work out another avenue of conversation.
"Can I get you a drink? I mean, they wont do any Kusari drinks here I dont think, I can ask though eh?"
Mick stuggled to think if the bar did any woman freindly drinks at all. Only think Mick could think the bay stocked was Rum and any nasty homebrews the Mechanics did in old fuel tanks.
Does the bay have water? Mick thought Yeah it must, thats whats in the buckets they throw over you when you pass out right? Or... No It cant be more Rum or the buckets would be empty.
"I could always ask them to thin out some rum for you" Mick Suggested
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