13197/Scavengers

Scavengers
Date of Scene:	27 October 2022
Location:	Hyperspace
Synopsis:	No description
Cast of Characters:	Yondu Udonta, Kraglin Obfonteri

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Yondu Udonta has posed:
The far edges of space itself. An area so remote, there was only one jump point to and from it. No one came here. This was a realm that was filled with singularities, the dark swirls of nothing so strong that even light could be absorbed. But sometimes, they were on the receiving end, spitting things out into the coldness of space to be lost forever.

Unless some intrepid voyagers might have had the bright idea to go out there for a looksie.

The Eclector was a beast of as ship, large enough for 100-400 beings to live comfortably. There were at 20 smaller M-Ships that could be utilized by those beings, a few light shuttles as well. At one time, it had been a mining vessel, equipment that was still on board and from time to time as ore could be profitable.

For the moment, Yondu was on the bridge, staring out into the darkness of space. He was wearing his Ravager gear, as was his norm. Fin in place atop his head. Yaka Arrow at his side, hidden under the trenchcoat but ever ready should he need it.

"Ain't had a haul this big since that time we raided Paletus VII," he drawled to no one in particular.

Kraglin Obfonteri has posed:
"Nope, Cap'n. Lookee there." Kraglin runs his hand through the wild mess on the top of his head. A grin splits his thin five-o'clock shadowed face, revealing snaggly, metal capped teeth as he punches a finger at the screen.

"How d'ye want to do it? Tractor it in or send an M-ship out to scope it out? Lemme, it looks like a good haul for us."

Yondu Udonta has posed:
"I'm thinkin' we go out. Feel like stretchin' mah legs," Yondu says with a snaggletoothed smile of his own. He nods toward the glittering...something out there. There were a few M-Ships in sight, buzzing to and fro as they picked up items but keeping their distance from the singularities so they didn't get sucked in.

"Whatsay we both go out there instead of lettin' the rest o'them have all the fun?" And with that Yondu was turning, glancing to his first mate to be sure he was coming along as they headed for the hangar area where the M-Ships that were assigned to each of them were ready for use.

Kraglin Obfonteri has posed:
"Yep, right behind you, Cap'n." Kraglin unfolds his long limbs from the cockpit chair after another glance at the screen. His Ravager gear has faded to the red of dried blood, if it ever made him look elegant and dashing (he thinks of himself that way) then it was before it was abused into a creased mess.

Eagerly, "Yeah, this'll be good to get the dust outta mah head.."

Once in the hanger, he swings forward and opens the hatch of the M-ship that the captain favors and heads for the cockpit. He settles into the co-pilots chair and starts flipping switches.

Yondu Udonta has posed:
Yondu slips into the captain's seat, because of course he did! He takes a moment to hit the head on a little bobblehead dog figure on the front of the console in front of him. He had a little collection, a hint of whimsy that might seem at odds with a space pirate.

A few quick flips, a couple of adjustments then the push of a button started the engines. A moment later, the ship lifted off then sped out into the openness of space. Allowing the duo to get a better look at some of the items floating around. "Make sure yer scannin'. Don't want to miss nothin' expensive."

He points to a case of some kind floating nearby, one made of metal and silver in color. "Be sure to get that. Might be interestin'. Bet ya five credits there's something good inside!"

Kraglin Obfonteri has posed:
"On it, Cap'n." Eyes narrowed, the first mate, hunches forward in his seat, one hand poised over the tractor beam panel, ready to capture the spinning case.

"It's lookin' like someone hit a missile they weren't ready for. Busted them wide open, spilled everything all over the place. Shame that. Lucky for us."

He hits a button that shoots the magnetic beam out toward the object and latches on to it, stopping the object's spin.

Drawing a finger down the screen, the beam begins to retract toward the ship's hold which he opens in the belly of the ship.

"What cha wagering, Cap'n?"

Yondu Udonta has posed:
Yondu considers a moment, pursing his lips. Which with him, just that movement sometimes makes people tense up. Kraglin knows that he's not after anyone at the moment so it's safe. He's been with Yondu for enough years to read his moods better than most of their crew.

"Let's go with somethin' fancy. How about some weapons? It almost looks like a weapon case though that's probably far fetched. Ah swear Ah ain't never seen so much stuff as these holes are dumping out around here!"

Then he looks to Kraglin as he maneuvers toward the next object of interest. "What about you? Think it's somethin good or worthless? Five credits on the line!" Not that five credits is anything really but this is just them having some fun.

Kraglin Obfonteri has posed:
Kraglin recognizes the wily look on Yondu's face. A look to make folks quack in their magnetic boots. One side of his mouth pulls back in a knowing grimace that passes for a smile.

"Weapons locker, is a good'un. You got me there. But, Cap'n what -kind- of weapons? Guns or missiles or some kind of weird space mines?"

Yondu Udonta has posed:
"Chest was kinda small. Probably just a gun of some sort. Nothing fancy."

Yondu shrugged a little and paused near the next bunch of debris, reaching out to flick a switch to turn on the shield. There was a lot of stuff out there and they didn't want the ship to be damaged by space trash.

"Kind of hard t'tell what might be good and what's shit," he muttered as he eyed stuff floating by then looked to the screen below that would ping for known precious metals.

Kraglin Obfonteri has posed:
"So five credits?" You'd think they were betting a month's salary when his voice breaks on the number. Kraglin learned the hard way to keep a tight fist on his money. Saved it for the important stuff like drinking and women.

"Well, here it comes." The ship reverberates as the hold door draws back into its slot. Eye still on the screen, he tracks the locker into the belly of the ship.

"Ya wanna look at it now, Cap'n? Or wait till we get back? Seein' it is kind of dense out here with trash and all."

Yondu Udonta has posed:
"Can go ahead and look now. No use bringin' it in just to have to dump it back out. Might as well do it now."

Yondu touches a switch, bringing the ship to a stop and spinning around in his seat to look at Kraglin. "You don't have t'take the bet of course. Just there if ya wanna. Cause let's be honest, it could be anything. Odds are on your side." He tempts the other man.

Kraglin Obfonteri has posed:
"Done. I win against you sometimes, Cap'n. Why I remember winnin' 'bout five years ago. You can buy me a drink with the winnin's." Kraglin, stingy as he may be, could never wish his Captain a bad moment for love or money.

He's out the cockpit door after a last check of the ship's console. His feet beating a metallic tattoo in the Captain's wake.

"Odds ain't often on mah side 'cept with women," he muses as he climbs down the ladder to the now closed hold.

Yondu Udonta has posed:
"Yeah, you wish," Yondu says with a laugh as he stands up. "I seem to remember that I've won a few times in that area." Though admittedly, his first mate did get more women. He was both younger and not quite as rough around the edges.

Course, Yondu was the captain. So that counted for something with some that were more after status than appearance. "We'll stop by Knowhere once we're done out here. Have a few days shore leave. Then maybe come back out here for another run to see how often it's worth raidin' in the future."

And with that, they come to that chest. He eyes it critically.

Kraglin Obfonteri has posed:
Stinging cold pours off the metal chest, the cold of space. Grabbing a pair of gloves from a pocket, Kraglin crouches beside the chest, squinting as he examines it.

"Ye-ah, this looks like it was coded shut." He stands and walks a few steps toward a locker welded to the wall that he flips open. He sticks a large sharp tool with a blunt end into one pocket then extracts a mallet.

"You wanna do the honors, Cap'n or shall I? It doesn't look wired to explode." Crouching back down again, he mutters, peering at it. "But, ya never know."

Yondu Udonta has posed:
"Let's see. Explode potentially or let you do it. Ah'm thinkin' Ah pull rank on this one," Yondu says with a laugh.

And with that, Yondu actually stepped backwards about five feet. It really wasn't enough to keep him from getting hurt if the chest was going to explode but it got the point across to Kraglin.

And the first mate was right. Nothing blew up. No explosions. The chest didn't come alive and attack him. It just opened. And revealed within those cold depths--a pile of clothes. And nothing else. Mens and womens all stacked in neat folded bits of fabric.

"Well ain't that a kick in the ass. Guess Ah owe you five."

Kraglin Obfonteri has posed:
"'Course, Cap'n." He keeps any uneasiness to himself, 'cause the Captain should make his first mate do the dangerous stuff. A couple of loud strokes of the mallet busts the coded lock open. Kraglin's thin face cracks open into a grin.

"Well, shit." He rifles the neatly folded clothes with his gloved hand. "Well, who knows, might be a shirt or some undies in here. Lookee that," he holds up a gossamer thin lace camisole.

"I might want that unless you want it for a lady friend, Cap'n."

Yondu Udonta has posed:
Yondu opens his mouth then rethinks it and closes it. A shake of the head. "Sure sure, all yours," he says, waving a hand in the air and trying not to think of the various reasons his first mate might be wanting that particular piece of clothing.

"So when we get to Knowhere, I'll buy you a drink." Rather than actually paying his debt immediately. "Keep it or toss it. Whatever makes ya happy." And he turned back to head for the cockpit again, to continue their salvage operation.

Kraglin Obfonteri has posed:
Kraglin giggles. Not a pretty sound. Then, stuffs the lacy camisole in his pocket. Some lucky woman would get this. He riffles through the clothes and picks up a likely shirt out of some shiny material. Who knows? He might go dancing and impress somebody with it. The rest could be sold for some credits on a planet if they were worried about a few credits.

He slams the lid shut and climbs back out of the hold to go forward to the cockpit. Back in his seat, "Jettison it, Cap'n?" Kraglin examines the screen for any other signs of debris while he waits on the Captain's answer.

Yondu Udonta has posed:
"Your choice. Ah don't need nothin' out of it but if you think it'll get a few credits, we can keep it."

And it was that simple. Yondu settled back in his seat, then looked back down at the screen. There were a few pinpointed spots that the scanners were calling attention to. He started the ship toward the closest one, taking it very slow in case something else might catch their eye out of the oversized window to the exterior. Just because it didn't scan didn't mean it might not be worth picking up.

Kraglin Obfonteri has posed:
Keeping a chest of clothes speaks of how hard it's been on the ship lately what with them being on the outs with the other clans. Kraglin hunches his shoulders in a shrug, eyes never leaving the screen.

"Might as well, look at them all. Seein' there might be some more clothes out there." He grimaces a grin at his own bad joke.

"Cap'n that looks funny. Like it's got legs or sumthin'."

Yondu Udonta has posed:
"Huh, it does. Wonder what that's about." And Yondu brought them closer.

Only to see a mannequin floating out there in space. "Alright, Ah ain't sayin' this in front o' the crew but that's creepy." He does a mock shudder and shakes his head then fires a weapon, blowing up the offending plastic thing.

Which is when the computer screen beeps loudly, a red dot appearing at the edge of their scanners.

"What the hell is that..."