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[001. basco] so a privateer walks into an intergalactic bar;
Sunday, January 8th, 2012 12:23 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bascomato[Know your way around the right places and you can disappear for months -- even years -- off of the Empire's radar. And while Basco finds himself with a potential cash cow in being newly employed under Zangyack, he's not about to go announcing that to the rest of the galaxies he tends to frequent.
It's not even that he can't hold his own. He just doesn't want to have to exert more effort than is necessary. And brawls over proving that he's not a pampered lapdog under the unsurprisingly unpopular movement to conquer, destroy and unify the universe are one swing too many by his estimation.
So yeah. One shiny new battleship, a minion who would put him first at all costs and a bounty cleared off of his head -- one still doesn't survive the back-alleys of the universe by forgetting that a knife to the throat still makes you deader than a goody-two shoes wannabe pirate captain by the name of AkaRed.
So Basco ducks under the doorway flap and makes his way towards where one cocked eyebrow and a couple zagins on the counter gets you handed a choice drink that is mostly for show.
He doesn't drink on the job. And the job is somewhere in this room if that little snitch at the last stop was lucid enough to get the information right.]
It's not even that he can't hold his own. He just doesn't want to have to exert more effort than is necessary. And brawls over proving that he's not a pampered lapdog under the unsurprisingly unpopular movement to conquer, destroy and unify the universe are one swing too many by his estimation.
So yeah. One shiny new battleship, a minion who would put him first at all costs and a bounty cleared off of his head -- one still doesn't survive the back-alleys of the universe by forgetting that a knife to the throat still makes you deader than a goody-two shoes wannabe pirate captain by the name of AkaRed.
So Basco ducks under the doorway flap and makes his way towards where one cocked eyebrow and a couple zagins on the counter gets you handed a choice drink that is mostly for show.
He doesn't drink on the job. And the job is somewhere in this room if that little snitch at the last stop was lucid enough to get the information right.]
