Hoth: Blood and Ice

"You're a right good bastard, Durasay, right good," he said following the Pantoran.

OOC: Captain Syrian joins the party.

“You’re taller than I expected,” he said looking at the hand. “I feel that there is some punchline waiting for me at the end of this, but honestly the rum is running dry and despite my growing bravado, I don’t have the heart to check out via, self-induced brain trauma.” He finally accepted the hand ...

"I am sure you do, but it has a troubling attachment to meddlesome fools that I find detestable," the voice replied.

The pod was sealed shut to protect from the cold. But there was an open line to the inside and a voice came out, "Well this is a rather interesting outcome, I only have enough wine for myself."

"Go get your own."

It had taken hours before the pirate decided that dying in the wastes was for the ice lizard-birds, he activated the beacon and waited to see if anyone would come. He reclined inside the pod and drank cheap from the bottle. Might as well be drunk if things were going down hill. OOC: There is a blizz...

Syrian swirled his drink and then threw it across the bridge and said, “How did that fall apart, someone answer me?” He rose to his feet and said, “That’s it, we need to…” But he never got to finish as members of the bridge clobbered him and stuffed him in a pod and shot him down Hoth. The new capta...

Syrian's Revenge Event Type: Main Story Participants: All (Mandatory unless in other Mid Afternoon Events) Timeslots: Mid Afternoon Description: Syrian sat down in his command chair and sipped some wine before he said, “Number one, unleash my vengeance.” The command ship maneuvered and began an orb...

Syrian then glanced to the third member of the trio standing holding a handle as the shuttle jostled back and forth. He said, “Well we shall hold to our end, and what of you and yours?”

“Good the winds are changing, and this Zakuul Empire is about to upend the order of things, bending the knee to their authority will work for us in the long run,” Syrian responded.

Later on the pirate's shuttle

Syrian situated himself across from his guest and said, “They know quite a bit more than expected, and yet not enough. But if we are to move against the Immortal it will have to be quickly. Is your agent, in position?”

“Well this has been a pointless but interesting venture. Best of luck to you, well not really, it’s an empty platitude. Just stop kriffing up our business,” he said as he walked back up the ramp.

"Well woe unto her, you folks at Echo going to shut her down?" he asked.

"It's not complicated, Sith, we made money here, and we will stay until it is no longer profitable," he responded, noting the ship nearby.

"Maybe," he said in reply, "We're pirates with ships, we can just leave for some other obscure bolt hole in the galaxy."

"It's more rational to just leave."

"I'll consider it," he responded.

"I was never a fan of that plan, but I am glad to see my assessment was correct," he responded. "Four minutes, outline your proposal."

“Why or what is Zakuul? I have seen that name a few times, is that where that crazy woman is from?” he responded.

He scoffed and said, “Are you from the Immortal, trying to strong arm me into siding with him? You tell him that if we do the Gree will probably stop supplying us those nice ships.”

"Just a pirate madam," he said in basic. "Not here to discuss my history, what do you want? You have five minutes."

He waited at the foot of his shuttle shadows of his entourage waiting on the shuttle. He spoke in Basic, "You called me here for a reason."

A shuttle begins its descent and touches down not far from those gathered. The ramp lowers and down comes the captain.

"Apologies Darth Irrej, I am Captain Syrian, leader of this pirate fleet and this is... well she can introduce herself," he offered.

"Indeed." Lucinia said, smiling blandly as she followed along. Actually, these pirate boots were quite comfortable. Perhaps she should get a pair... “I should say that I do not trust this Sith Lord, I have never trusted them. If you want my advice, say little and let them talk. They do enjoy hearin...

Lucinia considered a few moments. She was in a group with three Alderaanian nobles, a director, and someone who called themselves Red Blade (ugh!). There might be some question as to who was in charge. But there was only one Sith . She stepped forward, smiling coolly. "I am. I trust there's no prob...

The ship lands on the pirate flagship and when the doors open waiting at the bottom is Captain Syrian. He is flanked by pirates eager to get their hands on the items packed on the shuttle. He gestured for them to come down and said, “Who is in charge here?”

Captain Syrian appeared next, "Report to my flagship Sith, otherwise we will destroy you."

"That is all."