Posted - 2003.08.06 13:18:00 - [1
Edited by: wyrm on 06/08/2003 13:19:47
‘Avast Richard! Still not got your land-legs back? Come sit down, have some grog with me’ The old pirate Kolbjorn stood up and waved his one good arm in greeting at his friend passing through at the other end of the lounge.
‘Is that a yardarm in your doubloons or are you just happy to see me?’ Richard smiled broadly, his yellow teeth sparkling in the soft light like thick chunks of keel-side rust, as he walked over and pulled out a free stool.
‘Yaar, yer pretty as ever Richard! Here, this one’s on me’. Kolbjorn sat down and passed the jar of his favorite drink across the small round table. ‘Thanks... so Kolbjorn, what have you heard about our new captain?’. Richard took a deep swig and leaned back, supporting his weight on the back of a drunken sailor behind him and Kolbjorn leaned forward, talking in hushed tones, ‘Well, I don’t know his full name, goes by the name of Wyrm in this part of the universe. See that man over there in the long-clothes? That’s him. Just standing there alone overseeing the repairs on his ship that’s in orbit around the moon.’ Straining his one good eye Richard could see a tall man, obviously minmatar by the facial markings, standing by himself at the far window. ‘Look how he carries himself, chin up in the air like he’s some king of old’. ‘Yes, my young friend, but don’t be too fast to pass judgement, I hear he’s a good captain, takes care of his men. Emperor’s arse, he even shares the swag with the crew!’ Richard lit up a cigarette and turned back to his friend, ‘you know what I heard? He’s not right in the head you know. There’s this rumour that he was once a member of one o’them big mega-corps down in Empire space. Used to be a miner they say. Until he one day went out by himself to deep space, in Stain, or somewhere around there, to strike it rich on hauling Bistot. All by himself. Rumour has it that he came back in a jollyboat, all shot up and injured. Never was the same man after that. Going away on long trips by himself, deep into unknown space, doing what only the Gods know. Swore his crew to secrecy he did, and not much was know about his activity until he one day handed in his resignation, telling the CEO he was leaving, giving no further explanation. And then he came out here, to the very borders of civilization, joining the Gnomes and going on account. You know why he..’
‘You shouldn’t believe every scrap of gossip you hear from these filthy landlubbers’, a deep stern voice said from behind, and coming about Richard saw Captain Wyrm standing over them. He looked straight at them with cold eyes, then a small twitch in his left eye and his mouth cracked open with a smile. ‘You know what men, it’s all true, and then some. But do not think of me as a simple pirate. I hunt pirates! Think of me as you friendly neighbourhood privateer’. Captain Wyrm held his empty hand up and winked ‘and here’s my Letter of Marque’. Leaving the two men speech-less he walked towards the elevator in long strides, and halfway there he turned around, ‘I’ve received positive confirmation on my suspicions - we have localized the Orion Syndicate fleet. Drink up; I want to see you up in the rig in 15! We’re going to war.’