"The black market we've established seems t' be runnin' smoothly." Thomas said to King as they walked into the bay. King only nodded and headed off in his own direction.
After grabbing fairly large mugs of whiskey, Thomas headed over and sat one of the mugs down infront of King, then he took his own seat. "Managed t' make a sell t' a Collin Baxter, the chaps a Junker so I'm waitin' fer him t' contact me back." Thomas paused taking a sip of his whiskey. "Perry managed t' get a hold of some more of those bloody weapons. So the Maelstrom is a sittin' gold pile. I've updated the stock. Usin' the standarded open market prices. Hopefully some chap comes along 'ere in the next day or so and decides t' buy."
He paused once more, taking note that King was staring at some prospects. "Still waitin' fer those Rogues t' contact us back. Though I doubt they'll do that any time soon. I'll have t' talk t' the Cap'n t' see if he wants t' take a trip t' Buffalo fer a political meetin' in person."
He lifted up his whiskey to his lips, and titled the mug back, downing the rest of the sweet liquid. "Oi! Charles! Some more lovely whiskey." He said shouting and waving his mug in the air. Charles sighed lightly but came over with a refill.
That's when the doors swung open and a prospect comes flying through, hitting the ground and sliding. Thomas leaned back to see what was going on. He witnessed a prospect scrambling backwards. Moving his eyes from the prospect he eyed the door way as the doors opened again reveiling a tall baled-scar'd man entering.
John Morris stepped through the doors, cracking his knuckles as he did. "Get up." He growled to the prospect. Who staggered to his feet. "Ye be talkin' t' the Bretonian Police in private, eh?" Morris growled again. The prospect was dwarfed by Morris's large stature. Morris raised his right arm, his hand was balled up in a massive fist.
Thomas cocked his head sideways watching, slightly entertained at what Morris was about to do. The entire bar got quiet. Charles finished pouring Thomas's whiskey and decided to take a seat and watch.
The prospect lunged out at Morris, in a futile effort to damage the tall disfigured man. The prospects punch landed hand in Morris's stomach. Morris returned the love by drilling his right fist into the prospects face, breaking the prospects nose, which then was followed by a left upper cut into the prospect's left side, the punch caused the prospects ribs to snap loudly. Morris raised up his hand to finish the prospect off when Thomas stood up.
"Oi, Morris stand down chap. Ye did enough." Thomas shouted, he then turned towards a few prospects standing out of the way. "Ye chaps take that law lover t' the brig, lock him up, keep 'em there," Thomas turned back to Morris, "Morris, got talk t' the Cap'n about what happened. I'm sure the Cap'n can find an adequat punishment fer that lad." Thomas mumbled walking over to Morris. "Good show non-the-less Morris." Thomas said grinning.
Morris nodded slightly, with an emotionless expression on his face. After a few minutes Morris turned and walked back to his quarters. A few fellow Buccaneers stepped out of his way, either in fear or respect. One could never tell.
Captain Morgan just got word from Anderson about the traitor found in the Buccaneer's midst. He called up to the bridge, and immediately gave them orders to move the ship somewhere else. He wasn't too keen on the BPA retrieving their property. After that business was done, he walked down to the brig with Anderson.
The brig area was the only section of the Leviathan that still retained it's original appearance and function, the rest of the vessel being redecorated nearly as nice as a luxury liner. This area once served as the ship's maximum-security cell block, carrying the most dangerous prisoners. In fact, the cell that they were going to now was actually the one that the Captain himself occupied when he first found himself on board. Morgan called for the guards.
"Gentlemen, tie this snitch to an empty cargo crate, then toss it out into space. Make sure ye give it a nudge towards Durham Border Station, so they'll find him in a week or two."
As the guards dragged off the injured, screaming traitor, Anderson spoke up.
"Cap'n, why do you want the police to find the body?"
"Lad, it never hurts to send a message to yer enemies. Make's 'em think twice before sending another spy at us. Now, how's business down on Port Jackson goin'?"
"Well Cap'n. T' truthfully say, I've not been up that way recently." He paused hearing a louder scream, then shook his head. "However I do have reports that business down in Port Jackson has been great. Aside from that little scuffle our boys got int' with the local Corsairs. I guess they heard about the slight problem those Corsairs caused t' us and still had a grudge."
Thomas smiled, "The local colonial militia didn't capture any of our boys, nor did they find our base of operations yet. I'll make a stop up there in the near future t' take a quick overview of our business, and I'll...take Morris with me. He'll be a great addition t' bring with me, not t' mention he'll set any of those chaps straight." Thomas shrugged slightly for a second.
"Though the chap really needs t' get some fresh air, me thinks."
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King had the feeling that he'd got the worse end of the deal today. Him and the new Prospect, Ms Celio, had held up a Cryer Train full of Gaian Wildlife, and had demanded one each on top of the monetary fee. Celio had got a five-legged, horned housecat. King however, had been landed with a luminous pink chimp-looking thing. He'd specifically asked for a chimp so that every time Ambroses scaly lemur thing tried to pickpocket him, he could have his trained monkey tear it a new one. Obviously that wasn't going to happen now.
King tried to slip into the Bay unnoticed, a rope leash in his hand. The leash was loosely tied around the chimp's neck, which was waddling along a few paces behind him, it's knuckles trailing behind it. He hadn't named it, because he didn't intend to keep it. He didn't even know what gender it was. And he bloody hoped Ambrose and Thomas weren't about. If they saw his pink little friend he'd be a laughing stock. One person who did notice it was Morris, which was exactly what King had hoped for.
"Hey King. What'sat thing?" He rumbled inquisitively. King looked over his shoulder at the monkey that was now fishing around in it's nostril with a hairy digit. He beckoned conspiringly for Morris to come closer, as if the strange creature's origin was a secret of the highest calibre.
"That Morris, is a Gaian Pluminous Chimp," King said, making things up on the spot. "I stole him off a Cryer transport. Thing is, I can't look after him. He ain't as small as Ambroses little freak-monkey, so I can't take him in my ship. I was looking for someone who could do it for me." King watched mental gears grind, sparks of protest from a taxed brain almost visible through his eyes.
"I... Don' fly. Maybe I could look af'er it for you King?" King put on a mock expression of consideration, before appearing to come to a conclusion.
"I think I could let you have him. Just give him a name and he's yours." Morris just stood there for a second, his face blank. He'd had so many parts of him replaced over the years that it was a wonder his brain worked at all. Then a massive smile broke out. Simple things.
"Thanks King. I think I'll call 'im... Boris." King just shrugged. The man could call his pet what he liked. Who was he to question the name a man gave his monkey? Morris took a small step forward and bent over to grasp and shake the primate hand that wasnt burrowing in its earhole. Boris ceased his digging to peer up at the beaten and battered face looming over it, and said ook. It seemed the monkey had looked into Morris eyes and found a kindred spirit. Morris just grinned and lifted the suprisingly heavy creature up onto a barstool, next to his post at the door with no apparant effort. Boris seemed content enough to sit there, it's arms hanging down either side.
"Ye-eah, just remember to feed it Morris. I'll get you a bag of peanuts for him from Charles or something. Thanks for taking him off my hands." Morris just beamed, firstly because he now had a pet, and secondly because he'd made a Lieutenant happy.
"S'no problem King. Happy to help." King just smiled and nodded, and went to get a drink. Little did King know that Boris the Pluminous Chimp would become as much of a fixture in the Bay as Morris himself, or even Charles the bartender.
The Leviathan was comfortably back in Leeds now. Captain Morgan decided to take a risk, and fly into New London in hopes of catching some of the resupply convoys coming out of Southampton Shipyard. Fortunately, the risks paid off brilliantly. The managed to pull a Bowex Shetland-class train, the BES Bramall, out of the trade lane shortly after getting in position. The Bramall was carrying goods to resupply the HMS Derby on the front lines in Leeds. The Captain of the Bramall tried to appeal to Morgan's sense of patriotism, apparently not aware of Morgan's deficiency in that area. After a short fight, the Bramall was dust, and what goods it had were scattered all over space. The Leviathan scooped up all the goods, and ran for the Jump Hole before the BAF could figure out what happened. Now that they were back in Leeds, it was time to go down to the cargo holds and see what they got.
As soon as Morgan walked into the cargo hold, the young former BAF officer he put in charge of Engineering walked up to him. Morgan rather liked this one, and had gotten to know her quite well since she came aboard. She started talking as soon as she got to the Captain.
"Captain, most of the goods we picked up are just simple things like computer components, power cabling, plubming, and the like... nothing of immediate use, though I'd like to keep a few back in case we need them. That fault in the communications system would've been easier to resolve with some spares. We can sell the rest, though. Unfortunately, the weapon components they were carrying got lost in the explosion.."
"Dammit... so you're tellin' me that our trip to New London was't worth the risk?"
At that, the young lady smiled. Morgan's heart (and other organs) leaped for a moment, but he reminded himself to get business taken care of first... there'd be time for pleasure later.
"Not at all, Captain. In fact, we got quite the prize off of it. Come over here."
Morgan followed her to the other end of the cargo bay. There, he saw a very large crate, opened on one side. Inside was a large component that Morgan didn't recongnize. A couple engineers were examining it for damage. Morgan didn't see any, but he wasn't an engineer, either.
"There it is, Captain. Easily the greatest prize we've picked up in quite a while."
"Really? What is it, then?"
"Captain, that is a complete scanner unit for a Dunkirk-class Battleship. Apparently, it was bound for one of the Battleships on the Leeds front. It seems to be undamaged, since the crate is designed to protect the scanner against any damage. Assuming that the scanner is as undamaged as it appears, we're going to replace the Leviathan's scanner with it."
"Is it that much better?"
"Aye, it is, sir. We can detect threats from much farther off, allowing us more time to get away. In fact, it's scan range is so much farther that we could slip away from any detected threats without them ever knowing we were there in the first place."
"Hmm... I like the sound of that. Get it fitted as soon as you can. Then, come see me in my quarters when you're done. You can tell me more about it in person..."
"I look forward to it, sir. Now, I've got to get back to work if we expect to get anything done. I'll see you later, Captain."
With that, Captain Morgan exited the cargo hold, and went up to the Bay for a drink. Oh yes, today was definitely a good day.
Bucaneer Leuitnennat Tony Bush walked in to the bar.
--Ohy barkeep slin ma a bot`le of old rum.--
--ayi what a day-- he said to those standing near him.
Tony walked to a dark corner, and sat down starting to drink of his bottle of rum.
Then he looked up and startet telling of his day.
I was wing man with the Ol?D Capt`N and with us we had a prospect.
long time in space and no traders to hit we changed spots but then The CPT`N had to leave.
5 min later a trader came by he was stopped and donatet 2 mill.
The Prospect and ma saw a BMM and his frind pooping their pants close to Leeds and hiding at the BS in orbit there.
Lets say that i startet negotiations with the cargo lubbers.
Sadly Prospect Calico Jack got to close to `at da`n BS and had Tha?use his liferaft.
I managed to sal`ge ?s raft.
And Mo`r tal`s was do`e and that cargo Lubber with a DSE TAG landed on Leeds withdraw some money, and payed me and ma crew for save passage.
me and ma crew opened a bottle of good ol` rum when a MM came on our comm
" well if it is not a Bucanner i claim the bounty"
Well the fight was short but no rum was spilled.
Ma and ma crew await a new` ship to keep bucannering`
Cheers all ya space lubbers and bucanners
<span style="color:red">Viva los Corsairs</span> <span style="color:blue">viva Los Benitez</span> Viva Don Carlos
Jack was sitting at the bar, drinking a rum and reading the latest news on the Junker Network off a holopad, when he suddenly sprays all the drink in his mouth on some poor prospect.
"Bloody 'ell Charles! Look at this! The OPG have disbanded! Somethin' about fracturing and them loosing some big battle with the Casts! Ya know what this means man!?!?!"
Jack stands up,
"ITS TERRITORY GRABBIN' TIME! ALL PROSPECTS TO YER SHIPS!"
About 30 or so jump up, running towards the hangar to man there Scimitars an' Griffins, led by Jack.
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Charles, who noticed this glanced over, it was the first time in a while Thomas was actually back on his feet and in space doing what a pirate does best. Specially after that little tussle he had with an Armed Forces Lieutenant Commander on Leeds.
"Oi, why are you smiling? Anderson?" Charles said washing a mug.
"Oh, ye know. Piratin'." He chuckled lightly before continuing. "We manage t' sell some stolen cargo t' a Junker and a passin' by trader. In front of Mercenaries." Thomas said, grinning widely. "And, I managed t' place some anti-matter int' the cockpit of a Volunteer's ship. So, mind servin' up some rum fer me?"
Charles shook his head, laughing lightly and did as Thomas requested.
Jack came in, yelling at some Prospects to boost the Leviathan's scanners.
"What's wrong Jack?" asked Charles.
"I lost contact with Thomas' ship, he was shippin' Cardi out of Malta when a Corsair force attacked, he had to jump into some uncharted system named Omicron-80. It got static-y at that point, said somethin' about findin' a Mine field with a Jumphole, then the comms went out. Scotty couldn't get him back on. What do ya know about O-80?"
Charles shook his head. "Not much, in Outcast space, an old alien Minefield. I heard something about them findin' a Jumphole at the end of a path in it, that must be the one he went through."
Jack finished his rum and shook his head. "I'll go tell the Cap'n. I got a bad feelin' about this."
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John had been mooching in the corner, and was playing an sort of extended (if one sided) game of table tennis with Boris. He'd bounce a peanut towards him, and it would very decidedly fail to return. People running in shouting was such a common occurrence in that particular corner of the galaxy, that he didn't pay it much heed any more. "You slept with my wife!" "Your wife slept with me!" "Boris ate my socks!" "Corsairs ate my leg!" It didn't help that your average Buccaneer was about as trustworthy and truthful as a tiger was efficient at piloting a fighter made of cheese.
His ears did prick up at the mention of his co-Lieutenant. Looks like he'd got lost again. He was always out causing bloody trouble in foreign fields. First that business with the Corsairs in Gamma, now this business with the Corsairs but in... Alpha? He was a Corsair magnet either way. It'd probably be a good idea if someone went looking for him.
He lobbed one last salted nut at the sprawling bulk of Boris, then stood, stretching and cracking his knees in the process. It was time to be going. After he'd left, Boris realised there wasn't going to be any more nuts coming his way, so he waddled over to the table and took the bag King had foolishly left there. That done he made his way back to Morris' seat at the door.