The Buccaneers Bay

[jammi]

Soon after Anderson had come back with the news his Waran had been repaired, the two had left the bar (Thomas most unwillingly - he still hadn't had his drink) and prepped to fly out towards the Leeds system. a few minutes later they had undocked from the station and were gone for a fair while.

...

John staggered back down the maintenance corridors with a slight limp and blood seeping from a cut on his forehead. He stank of fuel again. Anderson was drifting along behind with a massive grin on his face. Kicking open the door again, John fell through the door, and was caught by one of Security John's massive paws.

"What happened to you?" He said peering shortsightedly at the gash on John's head. "Hur hur, if you get any more smacked up you'll end up looking like me." John managed a small smile that could have been grimace then righted himself and staggered on towards the bar before falling into a chair.

Charles put a bottle of spirits and a wad of cotton wool on the counter so that John could clear up the cut. "What happened to you?" He enquired, pouring a drink more out of habit than thirst. John glowered at him as he pressed the wool to his head to mop up the blood.

"Well, where to begin? It was that bloody Hunter! He's tried to get me before, with no success, but this time the little weasle had the odds stacked in his favour. Me and the Prospect stumbled across a transport without escort, so we grinned and got ready for some plundering. Of course, a little while later, still no cash and one of it's bloody escorts rocked up in a Roc bomber. We had a right little stand off going on.

"Things got worse however when that bloody Hunter turned up..." John stopped mid rant to gingerly poke the wound to see if it was still bleeding. Satisfied it wasn't he continued. "At this point, things got really tense. We weren't going to be able to escape, so all hell kinda broke loose. Both sides tried to engage the other first, at the same time, so it got a bit confusing. Needless to say we scragged the transport as a lesson then tried to make a break for it. Didn't go so well.

"Course, the Hunter has some kind of vendetta against me, so he made a bee-line for me while Anderson squared off against the now jobless escort. I tried to make a break for it, but the Hunter got me in a lock and squeezed off more missiles than I thought you could fit in one of their ships. Hence my current state. The Waran's a bit of a wreck as well... Anderson saved the day though. Single handed downed the Roc then forced the Hunter to bug out. I guess I owe him a drink or five for that..." John peered over his shoulder, searching for Thomas. He was back at his table minding his own business

"OI! Prospect, get over here!" He got up and wandered over with a resigned look on his face. "I owe ya a drink. Give him the most expensive one you've stolen Charles." Thomas looked a little surprised.

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