Skrall
15-06-2006, 09:33 PM
Lharna?s pride
Brunt held his laspistol tightly as he pocked his head into the corridor. The battered steal hull seemed empty, its metal warped and twisted with a desolating heat. He checked both sides again before passing through the make shift gantry. Three figures joined him, the first a short but attractive woman named who had earned the nickname sidewinder. Her long black hair clung to the side of her face in a way the traveller had never seen before. She moved forwards allowing the second person through. The considerably uglier and bulkier Kjarn stepped through with his usual grunt of boredom. Brunt had often view the man with slight to incredible annoyance but for all Kjarn\'s pigheadedness and grumpy nature he was still a valuable member of the Brunt?s crew.
Brunt didn?t wait for Zetil. The disgraced tech priest had a habit of disappearing and repapering at the most convenient of moments. Brunt pushed forwards, he and his crew were simply here for any salvageables. He wasn?t concerned with the technology of the ship, though it was the main part of what salvages were useful for. He was interested in food and supplies. The rogue knew that a cruiser of this size would be capable of going for up to a year without need to make port. He was also well aware of the specifications for this type of person craft. The mid section was largely intact, its inner hulls had held against what ever had attacked or scuppered them.
With a subtle nod, both sidewinder and Kjarn disappeared into the main galleries of the ship searching for the food stores leaving Brunt in amidst the wreckage. He stepped over a corpse in a blue uniform with an orange lining. House guard, he thought, just as I had hoped. The dogged old space fairer knew that he could earn some money from a hostage, and that the money could satisfy his now growing need to eat. He smiled at the thought, there was once a day when he could have made an easy living as a rogue trader, but things had changed and he?s been forced into what most would call piracy. He agreed with them, raiding damaged cruisers and taking their food wasn?t a particularly imperial thing to do but he had to live. The captain had promised however to make sure he would be the best pirate he could be.
He pushed the lose hanging cabin door, noting it could not be meant for anything practical like keeping the void of space at bay, and stepped inside. He looked around the bedroom. He stepped forward to search the personal artefacts before his eye was caught. His turned his attention to the corner, a woman lay against the wall with a fain line of blood seeping from her hair. He smiled as he stepped forwards and wrapped his free arm around her and hoisted her onto his back. He juggled his laspistol trying to get a comfortable grip in his left hand.
?Bane of lemartis to Star of the apostle,?
?Star of the apostle here, yes captain??
?I?ve got a survivor, taking her to the ships medic. Wait for my return.?
?Noted, captain. Is she cute? said the voice of Kjarn.
?What?? He whispered angrily.
?A Survivor you won?t kill so we can keep our right of claim, taking them to the ships medics and you turning the chance to grab some money. Sounds like it has to be a woman.? he said as though it was a mater of fact
?Firstly, I don?t kill people to keep my claim to a salvage. Second, why can?t I be feeling charitable.?
?Its not in your nature,? he replied switching off his vox beed.
Brunt didn?t know whether to shoot him or laugh, instead he left the sleeping quarters and returned to the ship.
As he stepped into the exit corridor he saw Zetil standing at the gantry. The Techpriest held something that was no doubt valuable to either himself of the captain but it was never Brunt?s question to ask, only to let him do as he pleased in return for a share of the profit. Zetil nodded as the captain passed him, a strange looked covering his pale half mechanical face as he saw the woman on his back. Brunt smiled and passed him.
This is my first attempt at a pirate storyy, crit welcome
Post edited by: Guardsman Hawke, at: 2006/06/15 22:34
Brunt held his laspistol tightly as he pocked his head into the corridor. The battered steal hull seemed empty, its metal warped and twisted with a desolating heat. He checked both sides again before passing through the make shift gantry. Three figures joined him, the first a short but attractive woman named who had earned the nickname sidewinder. Her long black hair clung to the side of her face in a way the traveller had never seen before. She moved forwards allowing the second person through. The considerably uglier and bulkier Kjarn stepped through with his usual grunt of boredom. Brunt had often view the man with slight to incredible annoyance but for all Kjarn\'s pigheadedness and grumpy nature he was still a valuable member of the Brunt?s crew.
Brunt didn?t wait for Zetil. The disgraced tech priest had a habit of disappearing and repapering at the most convenient of moments. Brunt pushed forwards, he and his crew were simply here for any salvageables. He wasn?t concerned with the technology of the ship, though it was the main part of what salvages were useful for. He was interested in food and supplies. The rogue knew that a cruiser of this size would be capable of going for up to a year without need to make port. He was also well aware of the specifications for this type of person craft. The mid section was largely intact, its inner hulls had held against what ever had attacked or scuppered them.
With a subtle nod, both sidewinder and Kjarn disappeared into the main galleries of the ship searching for the food stores leaving Brunt in amidst the wreckage. He stepped over a corpse in a blue uniform with an orange lining. House guard, he thought, just as I had hoped. The dogged old space fairer knew that he could earn some money from a hostage, and that the money could satisfy his now growing need to eat. He smiled at the thought, there was once a day when he could have made an easy living as a rogue trader, but things had changed and he?s been forced into what most would call piracy. He agreed with them, raiding damaged cruisers and taking their food wasn?t a particularly imperial thing to do but he had to live. The captain had promised however to make sure he would be the best pirate he could be.
He pushed the lose hanging cabin door, noting it could not be meant for anything practical like keeping the void of space at bay, and stepped inside. He looked around the bedroom. He stepped forward to search the personal artefacts before his eye was caught. His turned his attention to the corner, a woman lay against the wall with a fain line of blood seeping from her hair. He smiled as he stepped forwards and wrapped his free arm around her and hoisted her onto his back. He juggled his laspistol trying to get a comfortable grip in his left hand.
?Bane of lemartis to Star of the apostle,?
?Star of the apostle here, yes captain??
?I?ve got a survivor, taking her to the ships medic. Wait for my return.?
?Noted, captain. Is she cute? said the voice of Kjarn.
?What?? He whispered angrily.
?A Survivor you won?t kill so we can keep our right of claim, taking them to the ships medics and you turning the chance to grab some money. Sounds like it has to be a woman.? he said as though it was a mater of fact
?Firstly, I don?t kill people to keep my claim to a salvage. Second, why can?t I be feeling charitable.?
?Its not in your nature,? he replied switching off his vox beed.
Brunt didn?t know whether to shoot him or laugh, instead he left the sleeping quarters and returned to the ship.
As he stepped into the exit corridor he saw Zetil standing at the gantry. The Techpriest held something that was no doubt valuable to either himself of the captain but it was never Brunt?s question to ask, only to let him do as he pleased in return for a share of the profit. Zetil nodded as the captain passed him, a strange looked covering his pale half mechanical face as he saw the woman on his back. Brunt smiled and passed him.
This is my first attempt at a pirate storyy, crit welcome
Post edited by: Guardsman Hawke, at: 2006/06/15 22:34