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"I'm sorry...we must have the wrong place. Although, maybe you can help us? Do you know Mr. Labrynth?" Trey asked, following the old Arkanian into his home.

Later that night, after the spoils of the battle had been divided, as the Pirates drank and carried on around a bonfire Cale Stood up clad in his Pirate Captain's outfit to make an announcement.
He fired his blaster which got the attention of all the rogues.
"Listen up you scurvy space dogs!" He shouted to the assembled pirates. "As of tonight, I'm puting a halt on full fleet actions until further notice." he heard sounds of disapointment in the crowd but continued. "Boys, too much success is bad for buisness. I'm not dispanding the fleet, but for awhile its probably best we split up. We can do more damage that way."
This elicted a slight chuckle from the men.
"Naturally, I'll be taking the Dark Horse and Auric Runner with me as I go and make mischef across the galaxy. And I will also ask that Flight Commander Tyr'ruk and his men join me in my escapades."
A green skinned twi'lek male in an olive flightsuit downed the rest of his bottle of lum and chucked the bottle into the fire. "Not like we have a choice. You're the guy who owns the only carrier."
Cale nodded. "Well then, I'll take that as a yes. Knix, you get my AA-12, the Chuckwagon, until I want it back."
The Verpine technician buzzed and clicked a reply.
"Because theres nothing left on that thing for you to modify." Cale answered. "I'm afraid to put anything else in your hands. It might come back totally unrecognizeable."
Cale turned back to the rest of the pirates and resumed. "Now, we have four big transports sitting here. Each of them Ive had loaded with your group's share of our booty here. once thats gone you can sell the freighter."
Cale shifted to look at the AA-12's parked on the landing bay. "The first one goes to the crew of the Chaingang. The next one goes to the Vt-49, Jolly Roger. The third Is the combined booty for the Wayward Drifter, the Lucky Day, and the Chuckwagon. Since you three ships have the smallest crew complements, I lumped it together. The final one goes to the erstwhile crew of the Dark Horse."
He turned back to the pirates and smiled. "If you need a place to crash after your raids, a place to cache your goods, or somewhere to lick your wounds, Skull Base will be here. But I ask that if you use it, leave three shares of your loot to pay for upkeep and to keep the clan funds up for when we regroup again. For some day we will."

Cale began to pace around the edge of the bonfire as he talked.
"Gentlemen, our enterprise is not over. You are still the dreaded Darksun Pirates. In our brief time we have done more than most raiders have even dreamed possible. This is the time we let the galaxy take stock of whom they face. Continue to raid, pillage, and plunder if you wish. By all means I encourage it. But if you do not plan on holding to the Articles I had set down, then strike my symbol from your ships right now."
"We are a clan, The Brethren of Skull Base, the Pirates of the Dark Sun. Let none of us turn away a comrade of our banner, unless he himself has forsaken it. Take from those who can bear the loss, Kill only when necessary, and never surrender to any law but ours. We are not cowardly muderers, we are not bloothirsty savages, We are above and beyond that. Let your actions show the galaxy who we are, Pirates worthy of legend and fame. Anyone who goes against the laws of the clan and the Articles set down by my ancestors will suffer a fate by my hands. For I cannot stand a traitorous dog who would sell out his brother and sister pirates."
Cale drew his vibro cutlass with a flourish and leveled it at the surrounding Pirates, who were hanging on his every word.
"Tonight, we drink, we carouse, we celebrate like true buccaneers of the stars! For tomorrow we part ways and sail that sea of darkness, in search of wealth and fortune as all pirates do. But do not forget your fellow Skull Base pirates, and do not forget the Darksun Articles, nor our brethren's laws. We will regroup again, and when we do, it will be another grand adventure!" Cale slid his blade into it's sheath and reached into his shirt. He drew his flask, popped the top off and hosted it up. "Ive said my piece boys. Now let the booze flow!"
With that, Cale downed his entire flask without comming up for air, to the cheer of all assembled.

The Pirate Captain strolled out of the light of the fire as his loyal band of rogues proceeded to celebrate comradery and good fortune. Moving to the shadows of the Dark Horse, he found his 2nd in command awaiting him.
"Nice speech." Rain remarked with a smile.
Cale smirked as well as he unfastened his cape. "Mark this night, Babe. I'm sure it'll go down in Pirate history as a date to be remembered." His grinned became his ladykiller smile as he flipped his cape over his shoulder. "Speaking of dates, theres a full planet out tonight. Pretty romantic. What's say you and I take a little midnight stroll through the forest, or better yet to my bunk?"
Rain crossed her arms across her chest and shook her head. "Sir, with all due respect I think I'd rather not gain the title of 'Pirate Booty'. Besides, Im pretty sure that its the jet juice talking."
Cale's smile didn't waver. "Rain, Im not about to give myself alchohol poisoning at the start of my career. The nice thing about good moonshine is that it looks just like water."
Rain chuckled a bit. "Ever the actor sir?"
"Theres a bit of theater in the Pirate trade. You could stand to learn some. Like 'How to realisticly fake disinterest in your handsome, clever, dashing Captain.'"
Rain gave him a sly smile."Why don't you go crack your clever jokes with the rest of your moltly crew?"
"What? and leave you alone here in the dark? what if one of them tries to board your deck?" He asked in a joking tone.
"well then, I reist their efforts and disable their boarding mechanisms permanently." She said calmly. her hand dropped to the huge DT-57 annihilator that she kept holstered on her right leg.
For a moment neither moved, their gazes locked.
there was a sudden burst of movement.
The two stood facing each other, blasters drawn and staring each other down.
"Still slow Ms. Starwind." Cale said confidently. "You'll never outdraw anyone with that cannon slowling you down."
"I was close though." she said.
"Close only counts in demolitions and horseshoes, Ops. You still have a long way to go."
Simultaniously they twirled their weapons and holstered them.
"So, how about we check the vintage of that Bespin port we found in my office. It would be a shame to learn it has gone bad."
Rain flicked her red hair over her shoulder and sighed. "Fine. You hooked me. lets go check that wine."
"Ladies first." Cale offered as he stood beside the Dark Horse's ramp.
She rolled her eyes and stepped up the ramp, followed by Cale humming an old privateer tune in a somewhat triumphant tone.

Junta had givin orders to ready the main fleet. Novara and his men would be the tip of the DSA. Novaras fleet was the most completed. Four Munificent-class star frigates, one Providence-class destroyer and one Recusant-class light destroyer. The Munificent-class star frigates had 2 prow heavy turbolaser cannons 2 long-range ion cannons 26 twin turbolaser cannons 20 light turbolaser turrets and 38 point-defense laser cannons.

The Recusant-class light destroyer had 1 prow heavy turbolaser, 4 heavy turbolaser cannons, 6 heavy turbolaser turrets, 5 turbolaser cannons, 30 dual laser cannons, 12 dual light laser cannons and 60 point-defense laser cannons.

The Providence-class destroyer had 14 quad turbolaser turrets, 34 dual laser cannons, 2 ion cannons, 12 point-defense ion cannons and 102 proton torpedo tubes.

Novara felt well protected. The Fleet moved to there mark and waited. Drako had sent a transmition of thier orders. Novara looked them over.

" ......Your kidding....Man... We are going to steal ships from a ship yard. We are waiting of our targets. Chidee will be informing us on that.... Slag." Novara tapped his chiar.

"For the second time, Labrynth is not a name given to a man, woman, or any species or gender. Plus, even if I did know a loony named aptly so, what would you want from such a creature?" The old man retorted.

An androgynous figure made it's way through the various landing pads and such of Corellia. "I wonder where he is. Or she."
He was Sami Mellowvalley, soon to be Sami Mellowvalley-Brunhildt. "Ah, here it is!" Sami excitedly sang out. It was the docking bay in which was reserved for the Jedi. Although he was excited about seeing his wife-to-be within a couple day's time, other business brought him here. He'd recieved a message from Mordranna that she was now on the Council, and was there to begin the training of a padawan learner.
"Excuse me, gentlemen," he timidly began, addressing the robed figures that were there. "Is there a Rekan Nolesu here?"

"I'm here to see him. I was sent by a Jedi, Neb Wulf." Trey said casually.