A Pirates Life for Me. (IC)

At first Cale did not know what to do. He just lay there and looked at her face as she kissed him softly on the lips. It was then that he realized one simple truth, there was no way he was going to let her go.

Very slowly he moved back but looked at her, "I know that I would not be here without you. We each owe each other our lives and I do not think that such a bond exists anywhere else in this ship, not as strong a one as we have. Thank you Ianthe...."

He slowly began to run his fingers through her hair, taking as slowly and carefully as he could as he knew just how much power he could summon within him. He looked at her again, "I will never leave your side. I promise that here and now."
 
She heard him but sleep was calling and as much as she wished to stay up and continue to talk of such things her body would simply not allow. "That means a lot to me... Cale..." She said closing her eyes and slipping off to sleep in his arms. She wouldn't sleep long however. An hour found her in a much better place.

She yawned and stretched in the arms around her, confused for but a moment, but it all came quickly enough. "Are we going to go down to the party? Or do we not dare travel down to be mocked?" Ianthe asked wondering if he thought that it would be that bad.

Normally, she was one for peace and quiet... but it might be fun now that she was a pirate.
 
In one corner the a few of the riada had gathered instruments and begun playing, a cheerful dancing tune. Ren smiled in contentment, recalling some of the steps he had learned when he was on Eiriada and observing the fine skills of his men on traditional instruments. Cahir played on his large borun, a drum made with the skin of a strange little creature called a "goat". Ailill manned a large harp while Conall played his ullin pipes. But it was Fergus who stole the show, masterfully manipulating a fiodul. Voices rose from around the hall, singing along. Riada spacers were common throughout the galaxy, and as such their songs had been heard many times in taverns, pubs, and at celebrations by even mildly experienced men of the stars. Ren sang along to a cheerful drinking song, the name of which he never knew, and heard himself surrounded by many others, although in his opinion, those singing the words in galactic basic sounded flat and emotionless compared to the sounds of the Riada singing in their own beautiful language. He had often wondered how such fierce and tough warriors, as likely to break your skull in a bar fight as not, could have such a beautiful language. One-eye, who had never heard these songs, was spellbound by their beauty. Another song, a ballad called "The Lay of Brian Borume" began, and Brian stood atop a table to sing, as the song was about some supposed legendary ancestor of his own. It was beautiful and deep, and from what little Ren knew of their legends he could tell it was about his might in battle, and how his spear threw down the invaders from the sky, and how at his moment of final victory, one of the retreating enemy soldiers happened upon the elderly kings tent, and Brian was killed, but not before striking his foe a killing blow, so even in death, he had victory.
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Bar'yek still sat quietly in the corner. his eyes hinting at his soul.
 
Cale slowly opened his eyes when he heard Ianthe's voice and sat up. At first he was so shocked that he had fallen asleep he could not answer her but as he got up off the bed and stretched he looked down at her.

"I think that it would be rude not to join them in the galley area. We are part of the crew and I do want Captain Ren think that we are snobbing him. I do not think that they will mock us either; well maybe a little."

He had a small smile on his face as he grabbed his vest as he slid it on. He moved to his weapons but wondered if he would need them on the ship. He looked at his phase saber, maybe just one.

After he strapped it on he turned back to Ianthe, "Care to join me at a party?"
 
Ianthe stayed in the bed despite his rising. She watched him as he stretched and spoke. He made sense and really she hadn't thought about how rude it would be to just not go. And then all sorts of things would be assumed. Not that she was going to tell anyone anything about their nap or healing.

They could think what they wanted in her own opinion. Lust or love or whatever label they would put on this situation. It mattered very little to her. Worst case scenario she could leave at the next stop and... maybe he would follow her.

She got up and tried to smooth out some of the wrinkles in her clothes, silently wished that there was not as much blood on them... oh well. But then he was putting one of the sabers on his belt.

"Only if you're really sure you want to take me down there with you," she said with a soft chuckle at him.

"Cale... is the saber necessary?" She asked. It was true they didn't know the crew... "Silly question I guess... I really have no formal training with any kind of a weapon..." She smiled sheepishly.
 
Cale looked down at the saber that was strapped to his side and for a second he thought about taking it off.

"I don't think that it is necessary to wear this around my waist but you never know what could happen to anyone on this ship. I would hate for anything to happen to you if I wasn't armed."

His hand then fell to the hilt of the sword and he looked into Ianthe's eyes, "As strange as this sounds I would not want you to have any training at handling a weapon. You are a medic, a healer and I would hate for you to hate yourself just because you have the blood of someone that you have killed on your hands."

He leaned closer to her and without a second thought kissed her softly on the lips.

"You must know that a large part of me wants nothing more than to stay here in this room with you. I do not care what anyone else says but there is only one chance to go to a party like this with someone as beautiful as you."
 
Ianthe blushed fiercely as he kissed her and spoke of how beautiful she was. The medic tried to stop the reddening of her cheeks but it was not going to happen as she wished it seemed. She stepped closer and took one of his hands. They were so much bigger than hers, she felt so small sometimes.

"Well Cale... If you keep the promis you made me earlier... I figure that there won't be too many other men taking me to any other kind of party..." She said thinking about how dorky she must have sounded and at the same time she was sure thathe would not make her feel silly.

"Besides... I need someone big and strong to escort me down there," she explained squeezing his hand slightly.

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The galley was pretty full of people drinking, laughing, talking, drinking, dancing, and drinking the night away. It seemed the pirates drank a lot, a few seemed to already be long gone.

Ianthe stuck fairly close to Cale. Not that she was afraid of the people... she just didn't want to be knocked down. "Wow... Pirates know how to party..." Ianthe commented softly.
 
One of Max's companions, which was keeping an eye on the captain, repored that he was in the gally, getting drunk. Apparently, there was a party taking place. Max didn't want to bother crawling through a crowd of drunken pirates, so instead, he climbed up the nearest ventilation shaft.

It was dark in the ventilation shaft, and there was a lingering smell of rotted flesh. It wasn't much, but to Max's sensitive tongue, it was enough to get his attention. Slithering through the air ducts, Max eventually found the source: a skeleton. Judging from the ragged clothes that clung to the bare bones, the deceased may have been a prisoner who tried to escape, but instead died up here. Max would have to look into the possiblity of someone locked in the brig of escaping into the ventilation shafts.

Once Max was satisfied that he had examined the skeleton enough, he continued on his way to the gally.

Max found an opening in the ventilation system that brought him behind the captain. Max slithered out of it silently, and came up behind the captain, raising himself up to full height.

"Sir, the prisoners are secure," hissed Max. "They should be awake by now."

Something caught Max's eye. At the door was the woman with wings, escorted by a rather large bipedal man, who looked like he could easily snap the woman in two. Max flicked his tongue out to taste the air, then quickly decided not to do that again while here in the gally. It smelled way too much of easy prey, the prey being the drunken pirates. Max had a struggle controlling his instincts at that moment, but he won out in the end.
 
As soon as they entered the galley Cale could instantly tell just how drunk everyone here was and wished that he had come here sooner. He knew how much pirates loved their alcohol but this was something else entirely. He took one look at Ianthe, "That they do my fair one. I think that they party like this any chance they get for one reason only. They do not know if the next day they wake up will be their last."

It was then that he spied the Kreeyar that sat quietly over in one corner of the galley and thought that he was acting strange. In front of him sat a large cup of whatever it is the pirates on this ship drank but he could tell that it had not been touched. What bothered Cale more than anything was that he did not take his hands off the captain.

He then pulled Ianthe slight closer to him, being careful as not to hurt her, "Do you want to find an empty table? Somewhere we can watch everyone but be somewhat alone?"
 
As Cale and Ianthe entered Ren raised his tankard and roared a merry welcome. The crew followed suit, laughing and slapping Cale on the back and shoulders, one particularly drunk human slapped him too hard on one of the sarconians hide spikes, cutting his hand. The others merely laughed and jeered at the wounded human, who smiled and laughed before pouring whiskey on the cut and wrapping a towel around it. Ren laughed and came down dais where before they entered he and a tarc had been having a stepping contest to a merry jig being played by the Riada musicians. He landed on the deck slightly unsteadily, clearly having indulged in a large amount of rum and ale. He then laughed and raised Cales hand in the air. "This fine specimen of sarconianhood beat a kreeyar to death barehanded, before me own eyes! A most remarkable thing nay?" he asked the crew who roared with approval. He then launched into a detailed re-enactment of Cales victory to the shouts of approval from his crew members.
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Bar'yek kept watching, his anger rising at the captains every word. The captain then discussed exactly how much black sarconian blood covered the floor and at that he lost control. He jerked his large warblade from its sheath, and with a mighty roar charged Ren. "For KREEYA!!"
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"Ren!" One-eye shouted. the captain turned slowly, and only barely swayed out of the arc of Bar'yek's slash. "MUTINY!!" Ren roared drawing his phase sabre, and dueling with the enraged kreeyar. "NEVER TRUST A KREEYAR!!" he roared again as he parried another stroke, before riposting with a backhanded slash, which the kreeyar parried.
 
rengadeirishman said:
As Cale and Ianthe entered Ren raised his tankard and roared a merry welcome. The crew followed suit, laughing and slapping Cale on the back and shoulders, one particularly drunk human slapped him too hard on one of the sarconians hide spikes, cutting his hand. The others merely laughed and jeered at the wounded human, who smiled and laughed before pouring whiskey on the cut and wrapping a towel around it. Ren laughed and came down dais where before they entered he and a tarc had been having a stepping contest to a merry jig being played by the Riada musicians. He landed on the deck slightly unsteadily, clearly having indulged in a large amount of rum and ale. He then laughed and raised Cales hand in the air. "This fine specimen of sarconianhood beat a kreeyar to death barehanded, before me own eyes! A most remarkable thing nay?" he asked the crew who roared with approval. He then launched into a detailed re-enactment of Cales victory to the shouts of approval from his crew members.
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Bar'yek kept watching, his anger rising at the captains every word. The captain then discussed exactly how much black sarconian blood covered the floor and at that he lost control. He jerked his large warblade from its sheath, and with a mighty roar charged Ren. "For KREEYA!!"
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"Ren!" One-eye shouted. the captain turned slowly, and only barely swayed out of the arc of Bar'yek's slash. "MUTINY!!" Ren roared drawing his phase sabre, and dueling with the enraged kreeyar. "NEVER TRUST A KREEYAR!!" he roared again as he parried another stroke, before riposting with a backhanded slash, which the kreeyar parried.

The captain was apparently too drunk to have realized that Max had even said a word, let alone realize that Max was there. Then the captain left the dais and gave praise to the big man who had walked in with the avain. Then hell broke lose, as the Kreeyar that had been sulking almost unnoticed in the corner charged the captain.

Max reacted quickly, with snake speed reflexes, he charged out into the crowd, knocking over several drunken pirates who had yet to realize a fight had broken out. Before the Kreeyar could strike again at Captain Ren, Max had sunk his fangs into the lizard's flesh, injecting a strong knockout toxin. The Kreeyar fell limp, even before Max had removed his fangs. He then let the Kreeyar drop to the deck, as limp as a boned fish.
 
Ianthe did not have the eyes of a warrior. She did not notice things that Cale might have seen. She was busy taking it all in, the smell was very strong, liquor mixed with smoke, and the the smell of people. It produced something very different indeed.

The young Kylari jumped a little when someone broke a glass nearby. She held on to Cale tightly. And he seemed to just know exactly what to say and how to say it. She needed it to be somewhat calmer.

"That's a great idea."

Of course that was thrown out the window when the captain walked over and began talking of his tale. She was stunned at the man who merely poured whiskey on his wound and wrapped it. She quietly berated him. Ianthe told him that he was to see her in the morning so she could properly care for it.

The story was interesting, especially with the captain telling it. But then all hell broke loose. With the attack on the captain, Ianthe moved back to Cale. She knew that he would protect her. "What the hell?" She asked.
 
As soon as Cale heard the Kreeyar that had been in the corner shout something out he jumped to his feet but before he could get close enough he watched as the basilisk sank its fangs deep into the lizards flesh. Cale looked up at the snake and wanted to scream at him that it it was his kill to make but he knew that it had saved the captain, as much as he hated to admit it. He moved quickly to the captain who still had his saber in his hand.

"I am sorry that I failed you captain. I saw that Kreeyar in the corner watching you closely but did not think anything about it. I should have reacted faster when he went to attack you but was distracted by something else. I am truly sorry."

He looked down at the floor at the unconscious Kreeyar and before anyone could stop him landed a kick that sent it flying across the ground to crash into a table near the corner he had come out of. He wanted to do more, he wanted to rip the thing apart for trying to kill Captain Ren but there was something that was stopping him. He looked over at Ianthe with sorrow in his eyes.

Very slowly he walked back to their table, "I am so very sorry Ianthe. I should not have reacted as I did."
 
Max eyed the Sarconian that had jumped up to intercept the Kreeyar, and recognized the fury that was in the man's eyes. Max didn't protest when the man kicked the unconscious Kreeyar. He just continued to watch the Sarconian, even as Max moved to pick the Kreeyar up.

"I'll be taking this traitor down to the brig, sir," said Max to the captain. "You can question him later, after you've sobered up some."

Grabbing onto the back of the Kreeyar's shirt with one of his hands, Max dragged the limp body back out of the gally, stopping momentarily to eye the Sarconian yet again. "You'll have you chance, mister, to rip apart more Kreeyar," said Max, before moving on.

Back in the brig, he opened up an empty cell and dumped the unconscious Kreeyar in it. After closing and locking the cell, Max then went over to the guard station to await the captain. He had not yet given the Kreeyar the antidote to wake him up.
 
Ren dueled furiously with the kreeyar for a few moments and then suddenly the lizard fell limp, "What in the name of blessed Ishara?" he asked before noticing Max withdrawing his fangs from the kreeyar.

"HE WAS MINE!!!" Ren roared at the snake. He then calmed slightly,
"I am sorry Max, you are merely doing your job, its just that whenever theres a kreeyar i do so like to do the honours." Ren said, coming down from the adrenaline. He sheathed his sabre and then turned to Cale.

"No need lad, it was great fun while it lasted, I do enjoy a good block 'n' slash from time to time. No apologies need be made." Ren looked around, "Basilisk are mighty fine bodyguards nay? Maybe a bit too good. If he keeps being so effective, he may take all the fun out of the job!" Ren said, to a chorus of laughter.

One of the dwarrow walked up to him, bring him a huge mug of their special dwarrow Karkuum, a beer with sacred status among the dwarrow, which they rarely share with outsiders. A gesture of complete loyalty,
"Here ya go cap'n. Dorgad Karkuum."
"Thank you Rurik," Ren said accepting the mug gratefully, He knew the proper procedure for drinking it the first time is to chug as much as you can at once, it was almost like a test of strength.

Ren tipped the mug to his lips, and taking a deep breath, drained the whole cup, leaving not even foam in the cup. It was delicious and ice cold. With a good dark color and a clean finish. It was quite simply, the best beer he had ever tasted, and he had swilled hundred of types over his career. A cheer went up from the dwarrow among the crew and another was handed to him, this one he was allowed to savor. "Mister MacRoich! Strike one up if you please!" Fergus smiled and nodded to the others. The beginning of the most familiar of star shanties filling the air. Ren led the ancient song, and the rest of the crew joing in rousing chorus

We pillage, we plunder, we rifle and loot.
Drink up me 'earties, Yo Ho!
We kidnap and ravage and don't give a hoot.
Drink up me 'earties, Yo Ho!

Yo Ho, Yo Ho! A pirate's life for me.

We extort, we pilfer, we filch and sack.
Drink up me 'earties, Yo Ho!
Maraud and embezzle and even hijack.
Drink up me 'earties, Yo Ho!

Yo Ho, Yo Ho! A pirate's life for me.
Yo Ho, Yo Ho! A pirate's life for me.

We blast and we board, inflame and ignite.
Drink up me 'earties, Yo Ho!
We burn up the city, we're really a fright.
Drink up me 'earties, Yo Ho!

Yo Ho, Yo Ho! A pirate's life for me.

We're rascals, scoundrels, villans and knaves.
Drink up me 'earties, Yo Ho!
We're devils and black sheep, and really bad eggs!
Drink up me 'earties, Yo Ho!

Yo Ho, Yo Ho! A pirate's life for me.

We're beggars and blighters and ne'er-do-well cads.
Drink up me 'earties, Yo Ho!
Aye! But we're loved by our mums and our dads!
Drink up me 'earties, Yo Ho!

Yo Ho, Yo Ho! A pirate's life for me.
 
"I am so very sorry Ianthe. I should not have reacted as I did."

If anyone was surprised at that it was her, he had no need to be sorry. She understood that he was a warrior. It was what he did and what he knew and of course there was that deep seeded hate for Kreeyars. She had not noticed the man watching anyone...

But she had seen the attack and would probably not forget it soon.

"It's fine Cale... really," she said with a genuine smile. "Don't fret over me."

She knew such things of other cultures and watched as the captain downed the tankard in one go. Ianthe smiled, thinking that it was odd how quickly people on this ship could move on from the frightening attack just moments before. But she would probably never understand the minds of pirates... or drunks for that matter.

"Don't be so unkind to your liver," she said a smile at the captain before he began to sing. Her face went blank at the song. Were they serious? But then all of the other men began singing and she just laughed and shook her head. Pirates... she would just never understand it and it was probably better that way.
 
Cale listened to what Ianthe said and knew more than anything that he should take them to heart. He did feel angry at what he had done but he knew that it wasn't because of what had happened, he knew that it was because he had let it happen. He had seen the Kreeyar sitting in the corner watching Captain Ren carefully but still allowed the attack to happen. He wanted to slam his fist down on the table but knew that it would do no good to his anger and it would just startle Ianthe which was something he did not want to do.

He then looked Ianthe in the face and could see by the look in her face that she was happy for everything to be normal, at least as normal as it got. As soon as she laughed Cale knew that he should stop worrying so much about what almost happened, picked up a large tankard and helped Ianthe to her feet before he joined the group as they started to sing the ancient song. He took a large gulp of whatever was in he tankard before he added his voice to it.

It felt good to do something stupid and normal for once, after what he had been through it felt extremely good. It made him want to do one thing that he had not done in a long long time and before long he found himself dancing.
 
Ianthe soon founds herself listening to Cale singing along and had to admit that it was funny to see all these men and women singing this song and really meaning it, just having fun. It was for that reason that she too ended up joining in with a smile. She helped with the bits she knew but it wasn't much and kind of hummed along with the rest.

And then she saw Cale.

Was he dancing?

She guessed that that was what it was so she let out a laugh and stuck out her hand for him to take. Well, she didn't want to be the only one not having fun. Time to let loose and just enjoy herself.

"Just be mindful of my feet," she said hoping he wouldn't step on her.
 
Genifur

IC: I was making my way to the mess hall when I felt a sudden urge. It may have been that I had long hair last time I went to the station and in a similar color, or it could of been I wanted to compete in beauty with the new doctor, or maybe it was just my subconscious mind deciding I needed a change. In any case I found myself in my room removing the fake hairs I had and placing in short shimmering black hairs with the slightest of curls. It was painful, but beauty was pain or so my kind has come to accept.

A great deal of time had passed, but now that I had new hair it seemed natural to change my eyes to a more crystal blue and spend ten minutes deciding which of the three outfits I owned to where. I picked a simple black top and shorts combo and placed my rank pin on it.

I was then off to the galley and entered in the middle of a song. I didn't have the most efficient liver and so refrained from drinking. "Lively crowd."
 
Max sat for a while at the security station in the brig, but decided to head back to the gally to keep an eye on the captain. A few of the other members of the security team were on duty in the brig, so it was safe to leave them be.

When he got there, he was standing in the doorway, staring out at the crowd of drunken pirates. They were singing some absurd and rather obscure song (at least to Max) and some of them were actually dancing to it.

Remembering to keep his tongue in his mouth so he wouldn't have another fight with his instincts, Max moved around the edge of the room and took up a seat near where the Kreeyar had been. Max simply sat there and watched.
 
Genifur

IC: I spotted Max and moved over to him. "Drinking and parties aren't your thing either?" I smiled, trusting that he would be more sociable on the full stomach after the boarding.
 
cats said:
IC: I spotted Max and moved over to him. "Drinking and parties aren't your thing either?" I smiled, trusting that he would be more sociable on the full stomach after the boarding.

Max turned his head so that one eye was facing someone he didn't recognize by sight. He quickly shot out his tongue to taste the air immediately around him, getting mostly the scent of drunken pirates, but also that odd scent from back on the ramp. After a brief fight with his instincts, he decided that the odd scent belong to this woman, who was the first mate. She didn't smell nearly as human as she looked.

"No, my kind are naturally solitary," said Max. "I would be happier wandering the ship, and even more so wandering a planet, all by myself. But it is my duty as Chief of Security to keep an eye on the crew, and the captain, especially after having just subduing a muntiness crew member who attacked the captain."

"And as for the drinking, have you ever seen a drunk snake before?" asked Max, rhetorically. He turned his attention back to the crowd at large, watching for any possible threats. He noticed that a shoving match had just started in the far corner, opposite him. He watched that carefully to see if it escalated.
 
Cale pulled Ianthe as close to him as he could before he started to twirl her around. He just wanted to let go right now and dancing with the beautiful young medic was doing just that. All that he wanted to do right now was exactly what he was doing; he truly didn't care about anything else. He let the music just take him away as he moved with her near the back of the group.

It was then that one thing came to him and he realized that for now this was where he belonged. He knew that he had found a sort of a home on a ship amongst a large group of pirates. He knew that he had also found a home with the Kylari that was in his arms.

"We need to have fun once in a while do we not?" he said with a large smile on his face.
 
Genifur

IC: 'No, my kind are naturally solitary. I would be happier wandering the ship, and even more so wandering a planet, all by myself. But it is my duty as Chief of Security to keep an eye on the crew, and the captain, especially after having just subduing a muntiness crew member who attacked the captain.'

Muntiness? How long did it take me to do my eyes and hair. I'll have to work faster in the future. 'And as for the drinking, have you ever seen a drunk snake before?' He then looked off into a corner

"I may have. My kind lives a long time, but our memories arn't to good. Well no it's more complex then that. You see in some ways I am not old in the least and yet in others I may be by far the oldest member of the crew. I can't tell to be sure. What were we talking about again?"
 
cats said:
IC: 'No, my kind are naturally solitary. I would be happier wandering the ship, and even more so wandering a planet, all by myself. But it is my duty as Chief of Security to keep an eye on the crew, and the captain, especially after having just subduing a muntiness crew member who attacked the captain.'

Muntiness? How long did it take me to do my eyes and hair. I'll have to work faster in the future. 'And as for the drinking, have you ever seen a drunk snake before?' He then looked off into a corner

"I may have. My kind lives a long time, but our memories arn't to good. Well no it's more complex then that. You see in some ways I am not old in the least and yet in others I may be by far the oldest member of the crew. I can't tell to be sure. What were we talking about again?"

Well, if that didn't just confirm Max's suspicions that this woman was not human.

"We weren't talking about anything in particular," said Max, keeping an eye on the far corner. The shoving match was getting a little bigger, but still remained a shoving match. "You saw you could possibly be the oldest crew member on board? How is that?"

He kept one eye on the corner and another on the woman talking to him.
 
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