Castro lay curled up in his escape pod soft landing pad thinking about his day.
Things had gone from good to worse. He bitterly laughed. "What more could go wrong?" he thought ironically.
----Gamma----
He'd contacted an arms dealer he found on the illegal section of the Neural Net. Castro had come to
realise that he needed to upgrade his weapons. His current Corsair guns - although well made -
could barely dent traders shields. A corsair pirate being laughed at by Bretonian Percheron captains
as he tried to shuffle-dance, just wasn't going to do. Not at all.
With the dealer, things were looking good, they had had a good agreement going. Two THOR'S HAMMERS were on order. 22 million for the pair. With a bit of
negotiation, the dealer agreed to 18 million for the guns, and a 2 million delivery fee.
Castro had shifted some of his Corsair credit around, in readiness to pay.
Afterall, you want to keep your suppliers happy.
Then the pond sucking lowlife con artist dealer had told Castro that one of the guns
were being used by a staff employee. The camel's underbelly of a desert rat dealer tried
to charge him 40 million for a replacement set of EXCALIBUR guns. Castro wasn't happy.
In fact, he'd smashed his fist on the comm console so hard the casing broke and the transmission with
the dealer got scrambled and discommed.
After a little time of spot-welding and fiddling with the comm knobs, Castro yanked out
the broken comm box and picked up one of his spare ones from the cockpit storage compartment.
Holding the comm box awkwardly in his big meaty hands he plugged it into the computer and
after an electric shock coursed through his body enough for him to bite his tongue, he contacted
the dealer again. They had wheedled and dealed, and Castro grumblingly, agreed to buying the EXCALIBURS.
Only... the dealer had never showed up.
Castro had considered putting a bounty out on that Liberty infested backward cactus spawn.
Castro need those guns, not only for the traders, but word had reached him that Elder Sparta, that miserable yellowbellied liberty dog's pets vomit of a sorry excuse for a Corsair,
had put out a Kill-on-sight to the other OPG's. Hunting season was open on Castro and he'd better get ready.
' Wrote:Touched.Gently. Are you mocking the memory of my father. I swear you almost lost us our docking rights in liberty. Im putting out a KOS on your ship. It seems you didnt learn from the last batch of torture and your all full of hell. I have a way to cam down dogs like you. *Reaches for the snips*
Once we remove your cojones your going to find life much simpler.
Castro chuckled as he remembered the look on Sparta's face when he relayed insults straight back at him.
----Gamma----
Castro was just about to fill out the bounty forms for that disappearing arms dealer, when a hostile appeared on his scopes. "...an IMG ship. What are they doing out here??" Castro yelled into the comms, "YOU HAVE 3 SECONDS IMG. BWHAHAHAHAH."
Elder Shephardi, who was supervising something near Crete, yelled right back "OPG STAND DOWN!"
Carson, another Corsair who'd verbally tussled with Castro before, had joined in telling Castro to back
off from the IMG boat. Apparently this particular IMG boat had been transporting Artifacts.
Castro didn't care. The Corsairs don't need IMG to move the Artifacts. Hell, Castro had moved a bunch himself!
As far as Castro was concerned, IMG can go build some stations somewhere. Castro was still going to pirate them.
Castro couldn't understand why these other Corsairs were protecting IMG. Still, Shephardi had spoken.
Castro got tired of the banter and went hunting for more traders to pirate.
------Omega 5-----
Castro flipped some switches on his panels. Scanners had picked up a blip. He went to investigate.
To his surprise there was a Mandalore. "Hadn't they been wiped out about three days ago?"
He opened his comms to the Mandalore and gave him a standard pirate greeting.
Castro couldn't figure out how the Mandalore had got out of the bandages so quickly.
In any case, Castro was going to rid Corsair space of this vermin, once again.
------On route to unknown location, via escape pod-----
Castro, inside the escape pod, shifted uncomfortably on the cramped escape pod padding and pulled the survival blanket over him. He thought he might as well sleep a little. This return trip could take awhile. Castro idly wondered where he was going. He'd forgotten to check the return co-ordinates for the escape pod. Now he didn't know the intended destination of the escape pod.
Castro lay curled up in his escape pod thinking about his day.
Things had gone from good to worse. He bitterly laughed. "What more could go wrong?" he thought ironically.
-------Hanger bay, unknown station-------
Castro lurched from his thoughts as he heard magclamps locking onto his escape pod.
He braced himself as the escape pod lurched and jiggered around. Then it settled quietly.
Castro waited as he heard people shuffling around outside, then when hearing the doors being
opened, Castro stood up.
With a hiss of compressed air and space frozen liquid, the escape pod broke open, like an egg,
blinding light shining into the escape pod. Castro blinked in the bright light and held up his hands to shield his eyes,
the noisy bustling outside hushing very quickly.
As his vision returned, Castro saw a number of Corsairs holding the escape pod doors open,
and a another number of them gathered in a large group, holding a myriad of guns, bats, poles, chains and chair legs.
There stood the leader of the mob, grinning like a Cheshire cat, arms folded, tattoos bulging. Goon Number One -Corsair messenger on Cadiz base- said, "Hello Castro. Sparta wants a word with ye."
His mind snapping into blinding hot rage, and arms flailing like jackhammers, Castro threw himself into the mob. "YAAAAARRRRRRGGGHGGHHHHH," he cried.
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As Castro laid a smack down on the fifth Corsair in reach, a middle-aged man appeared in the centre of the crowd. He held something like a gun in his hand. On his appearance, Castro just laughed. "What, You miserable inbred son of a Kusari whore, with that you think you can stop me? A pitiful handgun?!? HAHAHAHA"
]The middle-aged man spoke "So it is true? You are that idiot who calls himself Castro. Very well, my sister wishes to speak with you before you see Sparta."
Castro stormed towards this man. The middle-aged man smiled, and then pressed the trigger of his gun. It spat out a net, covering the whole width of the floor. Castro was not only caught inside it, as well as a few other Corsairs, but also stunned as electric currents coursed through his body. This net was designed to take rogue cattle down and the middle aged man had amped up the voltage after hearing of Castro's "other" hobbies. Castro didn't stand a chance.
As he woke up, he faced a young, beautiful woman wearing a Corsair uniform. Behind her stood a hollow iron statue. In it were a hundred of daggers blinking. Some of them looked wet, like they were covered with blood.
Hello Castro. My name is Maria. I wish to speak to you. Please, take a seat.
She was pointing towards a chair. The whole seating was covered wih laces. But behind her, he could see an open door.
Oh and before you even think of running out through that door, that's leading to an airlock. This whole section here is only reachable via said airlock. And there are no spacesuits here. They'll only bring some if i call.
Castro sneered at the pretty lady. "So that makes us alone then huh?" Castro felt bruises on his body that were not there before. He didn't show any pain. He leered at the pretty lady, "I'm sure we can have a 'talk' ". He reached out to grab her and she danced back a little, "Oh no, no, no. You don't get to touch me, Castro. Well, not here anyway. I'll be doing the touching. I'll be *cough* "Gentle", I promise." Castro was slightly taken back at the girls cockiness.
"Do you know what I can do to you, you little slut?" He stalked towards her, Corsair blood pumping through his veins.
Maria said nothing, but just stood there. She lifted her heels just barely off the ground, then she grinned at Castro. The look in her eye was one of, enticement? wanting? Desire? fear? Castro couldn't tell. Castro could feel the anger, and other things, rising up, and started to imagine how to make this little flesh-thing hurt. He reached out to grab her, and she moved away from him, slapping his arms hard as she avoided Castro's grasp. Her nails drew blood, and Castro looked at his arm in astonishment.
"You filthy she-goat. I'll kill you!" Castro charged her, and she lithely danced away, avoiding every strike that Castro swung out. She moved to the other side of the room and stood there, a grin on her face, obviously enjoying the show. Castro's blood was boiling by this point. The last couple of weeks of humiliation cumulated in this room. Castro let go of it all and roared at Maria. Then he charged Maria once more, all rage and no thought. Maria ducked one of his punches, and grinned even more as the hardened metal buckled. Maria slapped Castro's midriff, the sound of it like a gunshot in the enclosed space. She laughed as she thought of the welt that would leave in a few minutes.
Castro roared in outrage and lashed out at Maria. Alternating with kicks and punches, Castro tried to smash her pretty, beautiful, body into some semblance of road-kill. Maria dodged each and every one, laying hard slaps and marks on Castro's limbs in return. Each hand that landed left bleeding marks on Castros arms, legs and face.
Suddenly Castro pulled a punch and twisted his arm, managing to grab Maria's arm in midstrike. He grinned and started to pull her close to him, gripping her hard, preparing to rip her shirt off. Maria grabbed his elbow, did a twist with her wrist, and smashed Castro's face into the reinforced bulkhead. She stood behind him, on balance, and on fire, the heat running through her, as she pressed her body up against Castros back.
She purred in Castro's ear, "You know what your problem is, Caaaaasssssstrrrrroooowl?"
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Sparta watched through the viewcam with a curious mixture of satisfaction and distaste. Pride of the individual could never be allowed to overide the pride of the clan. SOme people were so vicious and sadistic. memories of his father sprang into the forethought of his mind. Was it right to strip Castro of his manhood? Was it right to allow him a role in a clan that demanded destruction and death tempered with the cunning and intelligence of a Cretian desert eagle. Well so far Castro had shown his capacity to destroy and bring death.
Sparta smiled sure that the man had intelligence. But he was riddled with neuroses and emotion. A tormented killer who needed peace.
Reaching forward Sparta flicked open comms to the chamber.
"Maria.. It is time... Cut off his balls. Get his new rank and ship ready. Have him report to me in 2 days."
Switching off the view cam Sparta smiled. A hard decision for a hardened psychopath. Without the complications brought about by desires and lusts the man would be a worthwhile addition to the scourges mates. A step on the ladder to greatness brought about by removal of the cause of his problems.
Sparta picked up a Report on recent taxation in the Omegas and wondered who to put the screws on next.
Castro roared out at Sparta's voice, "SPARTA, I"LL KILL YOU you <censored>"Maria's next words being drowned out by the angry bellowing of the man. Maria spun Castro around and punched him in the solar plexus, with a fist that was trained to control. Castro doubled over and gasped, not ready for that one.
Maria kicked Castro in the balls, just once, hard enough to make Castro think about flying pigs for awhile.
When Castro came too, his hands were tied up with plastic ties. Castro was in the lacy chair in the centre of the room. Those knives still twinkled in the statue. He feet were bound to the chair legs. Castro had no leverage from here.
Castro was also gagged, his mouth filled with rags, and his lips taped shut with duct-tape. He furiously looked at the woman, that vile betrayer. He jerked this way and that, trying to break the bonds that held him.
Maria look at him, the expression unreadable. "This wont take long." Her once grinning face, now serious. This was a shameful thing. But Sparta had said to do so.
Beads of sweat started to trickle down Castro's face as he watched the woman go over to the statue, the realisation of what was about to happen, and the finality of it, finally reaching through Castro's anger to the core of his soul. How could they do this? he thought, moaning a little. I'm a full blood corsair!.
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========Two Days Later================
Castro walked into the Omega Pirates Guild Command centre, escorted by two guards.
The chains around his wrists clanked together. His walk was a little stiff. Pained. Castro didn't wince. Much.
Sparta was at his desk doing something. Head down. Scribbling with his pen. Castro waited. Quiet.
Silence, as Sparta continued his "administration".
Finally, Sparta raised his head and looked at Castro. Sparta waved the guards back a little.
"Castro. You're a good Corsair. I hate to waste good men. I need you in my space. We have too few good corsairs as it is.
I'm giving you a promotion. You are now scourge's mate. With your loss, ..."
Sparta glanced down Castro's body, "...I hope you have gained some brains.
I.
Will.
Not.
Tolerate.
Insubordination."
Castro whispered hoarsely to Sparta, "I'll kill you. You know that."
Sparta grinned and gently patted Castros still healing cheek. "You'll try. But not today, hermano."
"Your first mission as Scourges Mate is to delivery this package to the Rogues."
He patted a sealed, airtight crate on the desk next to him.
"It's nothing that the pigs will stop you for.
But make sure it's delivered.
And don't look inside.
If you succeed with this mission, I'll assign you to a scourge, then you will take orders from him.
And you will obey him."
Castro started to the door.
"One last thing Castro, you can tell them with the last of your
hormones what a corsair king would do to a rogue if he can do this to a hermano"
Castro looked puzzled and Sparta said "On your way Hermano."
============
Castro took off out of the Cadiz Hanger, headed for Liberty.
His newly reconfigured Titan, the Corsair Titan serial number #IEE-839927.247 being christened as the 'Eunuch'.
As he barrel rolled away, he muttered to himself, without anger,
"Sparta, You'll pay for doing that to me. One day."
As he settled into well trained and instinctive flight patterns, Castro wondered what was in the sealed container. He shrugged, "Not my business."
He set his face towards Liberty.
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