“Is he on board?” the pirate king barked at his guards.
“According to the log he came on board at exactly 14:08 sire,” the officer mumbled.
“That was 4 hours ago! Now find him!” Delaine screamed as he opened the door to his private cabin.
“Looking for someone?” Idlewally chirped up. He was sat on the chair so lavish you could get away with calling it a throne, with his feet up on the desk, heels resting on the reports that had the pirate king so flustered in the first place
“How dare you? Who do you think you are?” Delaine growled, the rage bubbling atop the surface, hand reaching for his pistol.
“Ah, who am I? Now that is the real question. How about you get rid of your aides and we can talk in a civilised manner?”
Spotting Delaine’s movement, knowing he had mere seconds before the gun was aimed and discharged, he added “I would advise against that...
‘Well I’ll be damned, Wally good to see you. I take it by the uniform you are now a free man?’ Cmdr Skifton greeted me as I entered what could loosely pass as an office.
‘Free as a Leestian humming bird, how are things, heard you have moved up in the world?’
‘Well trying to, but that’s a matter for another day. Look, I would love to tell you all about it, but I’m waiting on an important meeting, head to the Star and Garter, whatever you want on my tab, I will join you once I am done, I will tell you all about it. If things go well there could be a job in it for you.’
‘No problem, take your time, I’m sure me and the bar will become well acquainted,’ I replied, shaking the hand of one of the few men who saw past my shackles and treated me as a person not a slave.
After three hours Cmdr Skifton walked into the bar, looking slightly pissed off.
‘Take it your meeting...
I just cant get my head around it. At first I thought the change in mood was down to Furieux’s departure. But after the fallout had died down, I noticed a certain shift in attitude remained with a handful of the Dragons. Was it me? Were they resentful that others had looked to me to take the mantle of unofficial leader of the group? After all I had always been one of the guys, the one they felt they could come to when Furieux was either too drunk or to occupied with his latest conquest, but that seemed to have changed. I sat alone trying to ponder it out. Years as a slave, then at the card tables I had always been able to get a read on people, and I knew something wasn’t right. But these men and women I trusted with my life, hell I owed most of them my life and vice versa...
‘OK Kid, remember boost flip shoot – lets try this again, and this time hit the canister with the pulses not the bloody ship’
Out in a secluded part of the Caerus system I was teaching the kid basic combat. He wasn’t doing too bad, definitely not as bad as I told him. But in my experience the hard way is the only way. A lesson taught to me by the Professor which served me well through the years. I got to thinking of the old man, I hadn’t seen him for months, not since he tampered with my ships. He had tried to reopen communication with me, and I owe it to him to accept the olive branch, but i’m happy to leave him stewing for a while.
“5 contacts detected” the ships AI seemed to scream as the proximity lights and sirens flashed
“Get a message open frequency, dragon in distress and give me power to shields and engines”
“Are you not making a fight of it Wa...