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The space-thief gave a good look around his new ship. A nice bunk room, a sturdy kitchen, and best of all, plenty of cargo space. It wasn’t as advanced as the previous ship, but it would at least get them to be able to have a quick escape into intergalactic space in case they got themselves in hot water. His crew had only been with him a few weeks, but Demetri was confident that they could hold their own. He had spent some time participating in the underground ring of swindling and betting in Karim. Given his abilities, it had taken much less time that he anticipated to be able to afford a few recruits and a new ship.
“All the goodies are in the hold Captain! I double checked to make sure!” The little green kobold hobbled over and scribbled on some paper full of numbers and tiny drawings of what was counted. Demetri had his doubts over the kobold’s illiteracy, but it seemed to not hinder him at all. Veeki held a sharp eye for numbers and had a knack for haggling. Luck also seemed to be in their favor, which helped with their incessant gambling.
“Yes, I believe we have enough to work with for at least a short trip, just don’t go digging in there without telling me first, that goes for you too, lizard-boy.” Aslanda was quick to quip, the latest member of the crew. She had a silver tongue that lured many in and caused others to drop their guard, often to be able to reach into their pockets for some quick cash. Though it worked well for her, her figure attracted many unwanted compliments and catcalls. Donations, on the other hand, were quick to award you her favor.
“If you all are done bitching back there, I’d like to leave this dust bowl.”
Girrick. The mercenary that Demetri was able to track down. He wasn’t too hard to find, and it turned out he held far more worth as an ally than the bounty that led to Demetri discovering him. He was an older gentleman, if you could call him that, but his experience as a fighter and a pilot meant he was best fit to round out his recruits.
“Yeah, I think we’re about done here. Though we aren’t heading off the planet just yet. I have somewhere we need to stop by on the way out.”
“I don’t remember that being part of the contract, boss.” The grim merc gave the thief a look.
“Understandable, but I’ll be quick, I promise. Just making a visit is all, nothing that will attract any attention, of course.”
With a grumble, Girrick kicked the ship into liftoff.
“Alright then, where to?”
“Uruk.”
“That little piece of shit that grew out of the devil’s ballsack after a night at the whorehouse?”
“Uh, yeah. That one.” Demetri would have to get used to the metaphors this guy was using.
It wasn’t the best crew, but it was a start.
“All the goodies are in the hold Captain! I double checked to make sure!” The little green kobold hobbled over and scribbled on some paper full of numbers and tiny drawings of what was counted. Demetri had his doubts over the kobold’s illiteracy, but it seemed to not hinder him at all. Veeki held a sharp eye for numbers and had a knack for haggling. Luck also seemed to be in their favor, which helped with their incessant gambling.
“Yes, I believe we have enough to work with for at least a short trip, just don’t go digging in there without telling me first, that goes for you too, lizard-boy.” Aslanda was quick to quip, the latest member of the crew. She had a silver tongue that lured many in and caused others to drop their guard, often to be able to reach into their pockets for some quick cash. Though it worked well for her, her figure attracted many unwanted compliments and catcalls. Donations, on the other hand, were quick to award you her favor.
“If you all are done bitching back there, I’d like to leave this dust bowl.”
Girrick. The mercenary that Demetri was able to track down. He wasn’t too hard to find, and it turned out he held far more worth as an ally than the bounty that led to Demetri discovering him. He was an older gentleman, if you could call him that, but his experience as a fighter and a pilot meant he was best fit to round out his recruits.
“Yeah, I think we’re about done here. Though we aren’t heading off the planet just yet. I have somewhere we need to stop by on the way out.”
“I don’t remember that being part of the contract, boss.” The grim merc gave the thief a look.
“Understandable, but I’ll be quick, I promise. Just making a visit is all, nothing that will attract any attention, of course.”
With a grumble, Girrick kicked the ship into liftoff.
“Alright then, where to?”
“Uruk.”
“That little piece of shit that grew out of the devil’s ballsack after a night at the whorehouse?”
“Uh, yeah. That one.” Demetri would have to get used to the metaphors this guy was using.
It wasn’t the best crew, but it was a start.