[OPG]Asno

[Muleo]

Asno hadn't been himself all day. It had hit him hard. He just sat there, staring at his bottle of whiskey, watching the meniscus of the burning liquid getting closer to the bottom with every glass he poured out and subsequently drank...

Gentle was like a father to him. Asno had learnt the fine art of piracy and poised use of dirty language from the so called Pirate King Gentle. He had spent the last few months working hard, recruiting and training new pirates, but before he could fully appreciate the labour of Asno's work, the incidenct happened.

The only thing on his mind was when Gentle was rushed into the hospital ward of Cadiz base. Left and right, wenches were crying, and even the toughest of pirates had waterry eyes...

After a succesful raid in Cambridge, on the way back to Cadiz, a stray torpedo, launched by one of the rookies in the OPG ranks out of excitement from his first raid, hit Gentle's Titan. The damn thruster went into overload and exploded. Tearing out the fighter from the inside out. Gentle's escape pod was intact, but the shear force of the explosion had dealt a fair amount of trauma to his head. And the doctors say they don't know when, if he does, he would gain conciousness again...

In a way he envied Ivan, who was also recovering at Cadiz, who got to spend his time with Gentle. But Asno was busy. Someone had to keep these pirates in line. As the only active Scourge, the responsibility fell on him. He swore that by the time Gentle returned, and retook his position as proud leader of the Omega Pirates Guild, Asno would perfect it. Perfect the art of piracy. Form a swarm of able, feisty pirates. And amass a fleet of impressive ships. And to rid Omega of independent traders. Gentle would return to a well oiled machine.