13379/Discordants: A Pirate's Life For Me

Discordants: A Pirate's Life For Me
Date of Scene:	10 December 2022
Location:	Hyperspace
Synopsis:	SteveRogers gets a hand, and a sense of humor. Kraglin gets a happy. Yondu gets a drink. Gamora gets SERVED!
Cast of Characters:	Thor, Yondu Udonta, Thea Queen, Kraglin Obfonteri

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Thor has posed:
    Port Trangles used to have a very long name.
    It was at one time a refuelling depot for the Kree Empire in one of its attempts to reach deep behind enemy lines and get a better attack vector in its long war. Yet it proved untenable, even though there had been a reasonable effort to colonize with an importation of various species who had been given the options of spending life in prison or colonizing the new harsh world.
    When the Kree navy withdrew, the colonists were left to their own devices and in turn had to learn how to carve out a niche in the rough landscape. It was hard going, with many of the factions warring against each other, until a lone Vodin by the name of Trangles stepped forward and united the tribes. Together they created a form of government that was harsh and rough, much like the people, but it worked.
    And so Trangles Port became an actual place of business. There was a rough form of taxation, each time one came into port they had to deal with the harbormaster who like Trangles felt that taxation was theft! Yet was not against a nice present every now and then. To smooth things over. Just to make things go easier for those using the port facilities.
    Which is why Yondu and his crew were likely gathered in the hold of the Eclector as the great cargo doors slowly opened upon the glare of a red sun and the silhouette of a large alien man floating on his glowing space reclinging chair, flanked by two small servants who trailed in his wake.
    "Declare yourself!" The harbormaster shouted, as was proper when doing business at Port Trangles.

Yondu Udonta has posed:
The crew was ready to be in a Port. Any Port. They'd been in space for a few months now without reprieve. It had been bad enough then they found that area which seemed like it had never been touched by salvager hands and that put them out there longer. Though, to be honest, it was going to be worth it because they had gotten so much to sell the credits would be rolling in. But at the moment, they wanted to get out there to get some drinks and some company of the intimate persuasion.

They were gathered in all their Ravager finery, the red leather coats and other accoutrements. A rather sorry looking lot but they were effective. As junkers and as Ravagers.

"Well ain't he the friendly type," Yondu muttered as he advanced to the base of that ramp but didn't put a foot on the ground outside it yet. Then he raised his voice to be heard. "Cap'n Yondu Udonta of the Eclector. Salvagers." Because that sounded better than. Though they were wearing Ravager colors and creeds so it wasn't like they were hiding. "Come for trade and some down time before we head back out. Also, we'll be needin' a doc. Got a few needin' some new parts." Which was true as accidents did happen, not just to people found floating in space.

Thea Queen has posed:
Of all the places it had to be Trangles. Great. In a not so great manner. Gamora's only solace? That being with the ravagers would mean she wouldn't be recognized back here. It helped that she was sporting some faded leathers that kept most of that green skin out of sight, along with a dark red leather jacket she had won in a game of dice last night. Blending in was good.

"Lovely." Is her dry comment to the captain's 'assessment' of the harbormaster.

One hip is resting against the side of the hangar door, other hip framed by one hand. Holstered gun, sword on her back. She waits the usual exchange of words of a captain bringing ship to port. Her eyes though? Those are attentive, watching out for any signs of danger. A brief glance to Stevie and then around.

Thor has posed:
    The portmaster's chair hummed with a soft trilling -bleedle-bleedle-blee- sound as it floated him forward into the cargo bay toward Yondu. His eyestalks wiggled in curiousity. His two servants then broke off and started to run around the cargo bay, holding out little hand scanners and scanning and scanning, firing little red laser rays at all the boxes and containers, taking an inventory of what they're bringing in.
    The blond deck hand, so named SteveRogers, stood fairly tall beside the captain and his crew, looking a little better these days than when they scooped him up out of the cosmos. He just stood quietly nearby, looking at the curious creatures that were rushing around the bay. When he caught a glance from Gamora he gave a small shrug with his eyebrows as if to say that matters could be worse.
    "I see. CAPtain, Yondu Udonta. You were last here seventeen Kwantlons ago. Your visits are infrequent." As to what significance that has. "I am pleased you have returned to us. You have always been of such a _generous_ nature."
    Which one can almost imagine the man in the floating la-z-boy with his hand out expecting due payment.
    Outside the ship one can see the settlement against the skyline. A handful of tall spire-like buildings, but a much greater number of 1-3 story buildings all scattered around in a haphazard way. Several vehicles can be seen flying between those spires and some on patrol. Beyond the barriers of that port it seems to be a sandy desert with very little of remark worth seeing or visiting.

Yondu Udonta has posed:
That earned the grin of Yondu as the portmaster was speaking his language. It was pretty much the same in all these ports. Well, the shadier ones. And this particular hive of scum and villainy was one of the more obvious in their seediness. At least some of the bigger ones tried to hide it.

"Yeah, ain't Ah a peach," Yondu replied to the Harbormaster then glanced over to Kraglin, giving a quick nod. Which was the signal to pass over the box that had been put together earlier. Plenty of credits inside, a few jewels though not all the good stuff because /that/ would get them a lot more credits. But it was more than what they usually had for the portmaster.

"We'll be here for a week or two. Maybe more dependin' how business goes. Then we're headin' back out." So they won't be tearing up the town for too terribly long.

Kraglin Obfonteri has posed:
Kraglin stands close by the Captain. Resplendent in his best Ravager red and boots; the first mate's wet hair is spiffed up into a crest. Freshly shaven, he gives off an aura of spicy aftershave - Kraglin is raring to go have some fun.

It takes an effort to tamp down a frown at the harbormaster's shout but he knows the game. The Captain is a master in his own right. He keeps an eye on Steverogers, ready to tell him to keep his hatch closed and a hand not far from from the gun riding in its holster around his hips. You just never know with harbormasters, so its better to look like you'll stand your ground.

Kraglin snaps to attention at the captain's nod and picks up the box off of a nearby barrel. He carries it to the harbormaster, holding it with both hands like it is precious cargo and carefully lays it next to the reclined man. "There ya go. Some good stuff in there." After a little salute and a grimace he steps back.

He had already discussed what needed doing with Yondu. First on the agenda is to get Steverogers to a doc. He figures the Cap'n will have some bargaining to do there. It'll be his job to back him up. Second, is to get their haul offloaded quickly and without any of it going missing. Third, well, the third part is the best. Get good and trashed and spend all that hard earned salvage money while keeping an eye more or less on the crew.

Thea Queen has posed:
The usual dance of gift exchanging garners a casual sweep of the eyes from Gamora, along with a roll of her eyes at how obvious the harbormaster makes it sound. Good grief, she was really down on the dregs. But at least she remembered the booze was good.

Depending on the percentage one likes of having fuel and sand amidst the actual drink.

The Zen-Whoberian wordlessly fetches a couple of long scarves, tossing one at SteveRogers. The other? She wraps it around her neck and the lower-end of her face, getting ready to face the desert streets. And it helps in keeping her face mostly hidden too.

Once all that is done she hooks her thumbs on her belt, ready to jump down from the ship. For all she loves being out in space it will be good to feel something other than metal decks under her feet.

Thor has posed:
    "Ohhh, such a pity." The Harbormaster says as he gives Yondu the attention of both eyestalks, swiveling his green-eyed gaze to the pirate captain and nods slowly. "We shall surely miss you when you go." Though all of this is said as his hover-chair twists in the air to face Kraglin and his approach. When the first mate gets close enough a large drawer slides out from under the chair with a 'CHA-CHING!' sound, to offer a place for him to put the 'present'.
    Meanwhile around the cargo bay, the little creatures continue to rush back, leaping and rushing around like tiny red devils though their tails are flat like a beaver's. They skitter back and plug their scanners into the floating la-z-boy then chitter to their boss before taking up a place to perch on the back of the floating throne.
    "Then I wish you excellent fortune on your business dealings. You have the slip for the next two Gorleks. Success in your ventures to you, Captain Udonta."
    With that the Harbormaster turns and starts to float out of the cargo hold, leaving the crew there... and clearly antsy to depart. Several of the crew are already walking down the ramp and leaving before being dismissed by the Captain or Kraglin.
    Meanwhile, SteveRogers catches the scarf and looks curiously in Gamora's direction, then emulates the movement when he sees what one should do with such a thing. He tucks it around, bringing it partially over his bald head as well, creating a sort of hood.

Yondu Udonta has posed:
As the portmaster leaves, Yondu glances to those closest to him in preparation for them to leave. Which is when he sees those crew members starting down the ramp toward the ground outside when he didn't give the word. A hint of a frown appears on the captain's face. He flipped the side of the coat open a bit. Then he pursed his lips...

A shrill whistle filled the air.

All movement stops, those that were starting to depart freezing. They glance back to see that arrow floating at the captain's side, about shoulder level, the arrowhead having a red glow about it. Most stay where they are, wide eyed. A couple take cautious steps backwards, up that ramp and back toward the interior of the ship.

Then Yondu looks at his First Mate, "Ah think we're ready now." Since he had made his point.

He reached up to take the arrow into his right hand and tucked it back under his coat in his belt then took a step off the ramp, the first to put foot on the land of the planet. His stroll was casual now and the rest of the crew would be welcome to follow now that the hierarchy was returned.

Kraglin Obfonteri has posed:
Scarf snugged up around his mouth, Kraglin gives Gamora a grudging nod for getting the big guy geared up. He breaks into a snaggle toothed smile at the ear splitting whistle. One step takes him out to the top of the ramp where he silently eyes the frozen crew.

"You heard 'em. We're ready now."

The crew breaks into motion, giving the captain a wide berth. Kraglin waits for Yondu, and matches his step with him.

"Hey, Steverogers, stick with us. We got places to go and people to see."

Thea Queen has posed:
Gamora knows that shrill. It's enough to get her 'hackles' up instinctively at the tension in the air, the hand still on her belt edging ever so slowly closer to her pistol. Just in case anyone tried to be funny. Well behaved crew though so the world's balance is restored and she finally jumps down from the ship and onto the dusty pathway that leads out from the port.

Her eyes go to Kraglin, "Not too far places though. The desert here is known to be unforgiving." it said with the kind of tone of someone that's been here before.

A glance back to Thor, "That means no sightseeing, or wandering off." A threat? Or making sure he doesn't get lost in some backwater planet?

Regardless she soon enough is looking ahead, her posture casual while making way through the streets, keeping her pace up with the Cap'n.

Thor has posed:
    That whistle got all of the crew to hold on up. There was some shuffling as a few tried to quietly slip back more toward the cargo hold, the ones in front each not wanting to be the one furthest out of the ship. But then when Yondu starts walking all of them start to move and fall into line behind him.
    And with that they progression of Ravagers down the ramp truly began, some heading off to tend to their tasks and duties that they had been given, others breaking up to go straight into shore-leave mode. But it's while the crew were descending that SteverRogers' voice was heard.
    "Yes, sir. Indeed." Those words given to first Kraglin, then Gamora. Then to the others, "Everyone remember where we parked."
    Though as he said that his brow knit for some reason, then he seemed to just keep on walking behind Yondu.

Yondu Udonta has posed:
That phrase from SteveRogers had Yondu glancing his way. Then he continued his path up the street.

Once released from the ship, the crew knew they could do whatever they wanted. Everyone had their own focuses and soon the mass of Ravagers had narrowed further and further down to just a handful.

"Medic first. SteveRogers, you're with me for now." A glance to Kraglin and Gamora. "Y'all can come along if y'want or you can head out." Another of those grins to his first mate. "Ah know y'got all fancied up fer more than sitting watching him get some new parts." He hooked a thumb at SteveRogers on 'him' in that sentence.

That way they weren't stuck with the boring stuff. They could all meet up later at one of the bars, since there were a few to choose from, if they chose. Or they could not see each other for the time they were on planet until they headed back to the ship.

Kraglin Obfonteri has posed:
Kraglin pulls his scarf down to grin at the captain. "Third Mate is on offloading. I don't mind me a drink, Cap'n, if ya don't need another hand," he waggles his own in the air and raises an eyebrow at Steverogers. "He's gonna get you fixed up good."

Crew members part and flow down the ramp around him, "I figured I'd come on along with ya and then swing back by to check on things here before I had me a drink."

Thea Queen has posed:
That kind of goofy comment is just what Quill would say. And that earns a narrowed look out of Gamora, she watching the mysterious traveler for a moment. Not that she says anything to him instead there being a sharp nod back at the Captain. "I will see you all at the bar." terse.

Might as well take the opportunity to see if she found some old 'acquaintances' here on the planet. With a few answers she could be looking for.

The Zen-Whoberian steps away from the group and turns down another street, soon disappearing from sight.

Thor has posed:
    Good SteveRogers gave a nod of his head as he walked with Yondu, "Yes, captain." Agreeing with the requirement for the medic and standing to the side and a step behind Yondu.
    Meanwhile the rest of the crew are heading on out, dispersing fairly qiuckly. Already some merchants with their wheeled stalls are coming up to park outside the Eclector, taking up station to sell their wares as the crew rush by. Some are getting glances, others are starting to do custom. Hopefully the crew knows not to spend their money at the first place they go.
    Once everyone went their own ways, Port Trangles had a sudden influx of commerce. When the red sun finally set there was no shortage of loud and raucous gatherings, sea shanties being sung, and there was a distinct run on Space Rum.
    The trip to the medico had turned out passingly well. They had several prosthetics on hand (hah) for SteveRogers to make use of. The first was an actual Battle Claw, mechanical in nature and meant for crushing ones' enemies. Another was a mechanical hand with four fingers and a thumb on each side of the hand. The third option was a set of miniature forge drones that can take the spare constituent atoms from a biological structure and redistribute them to create a new limb to some extent. Though it would take some time and they only had two, enough to work a non complex organic replacement. Such as a hand.
    Which was why when the team reassembled at the bar known as TorTortorTor, SteveRogers had a metal box on the end of his right arm. Not exactly a charming addition, but eventually it would be good.
    Within the confines of the bar, however, things were definitely wild. Most of the place was Yondu's crew, which in essence made the place friendly territory. Some of the locals stayed, but they clearly disliked their watering hole being overrun. Though not much they could do about it right now.
    It was seated at the largest table in the room that SteveRogers found himself with the others. He was nursing a large reddish drink that had been called 'The Salty Red Rise.'
    For some reason.

Yondu Udonta has posed:
They'd been out of eyes. Though they could order some in but it would take a month or two. Obviously, the captain of the Eclector opted against that choice. He was pleased when SteveRogers chose the box. Because that would give him a real hand back. Only, it also was the most expensive. And SteveRogers was a good man who had already said he would pay them back for all they had done for him.

Yondu was not a good man. Not that he cared. This life had worked for him after the gladiatorial pits so he wasn't about to change now.

He was kicked back in a chair, table over in the back corner of the bar. It was loud, music was playing, people were talking and gambling. There were those people focused on entertaining others, with rooms upstairs for use in that should it be chosen. For a cost, of course. People had to make a living.

Yondu had a glass of green liquid which he sipped from time to time. It was a powerful version of whiskey from a small planet he couldn't pronounce if he tried. Expensive as hell but it was something he splurged on from time to time. "Yer just gonna have to keep lookin' like a cyclops fer a while. Though kinda fittin'. Quill told me about pirates back on Terra."

Kraglin Obfonteri has posed:
Kraglin headed out early from the doc in a box once Steverogers and the captain picked out a new hand. But not before whistling in admiration, "You got yerself a good one there. The Cap'n 's taking real good care of ya." He was impressed at how far Yondu was prepared to trust the big guy to pay back the debt.

Arm around a local girl with blue hair and amazing attributes seated in his lap the first mate pours another drink from a smoking flask. After he tosses it off, he pours one for the girl.

"It's on me as long as you're on me," he says jovially. Turning to the new guy, "Hey, how's that thing feeling?"

Thea Queen has posed:
"If they were just going to stick a metal box on your arm I could had done it." Beat, "Cheaper.." Oh yes Gamora knows what that particular piece of tech is. Doesn't mean she won't rib SteveRogers about it. Though her amusement was also for the 'generosity' of Yondu to get him such a nice piece for his hand. Expensive too. So expensive.

"Isn't your savior generous?" It's a rhetorical question really. Of course he is!

The rowdiness going on at the other side of the bar barely gets a glance out of Gamora. She would care if it got closer. Or if it grated at her ears more than was acceptable. Then it would be them that would need to care. But for now?

Just take a drink out of her rum. OR well, space rum.

Yondu's comment about Quill gets her to speak up, "Of course he did." Pirates. Ravagers. Similar. And it seems Quill told her about them too. She smirks just so back at Yondu. "How flattering was he about them?"

Thor has posed:
    SteveRogers sat there and rubbed a hand over the ridge of his empty eye socket. He did wear a black patch though it had no strap, just was held in place by whatever connection was beneath it. He nodded and murmured, "I feel I have perhaps traded enough on your hospitality."
    Poor fellow, imagines this was all just hospitality of a sort.
    Though he does smile sidelong toward Kraglin and his current companion, something amusing about the fellow and the moment he shares with her. Yet he looks in turn toward Gamora, "It does seem to lack a certain... sense of style and utility in its current form, but I expect the results will be better in time."
    And then, for the first time, he actually breaks a joke. "Or are you simply jealous of my cuboid arm, Gamora? It is acceptable to be so." The corner of his scarred mouth curves up a little.
    He then takes a drink.

Yondu Udonta has posed:
"He said they were adventurers. Sailin' the high seas," Yondu said, using the same phrase that Quill had when he was a child. He nodded over at Gamora, lifting his drink to emphasize. "Like you said. He said we were like pirates in space."

He looked over at SteveRogers and considered. "Eyepatches. One leg made of wood was another thing. What else was there? Oh parrots. Some sort of bright bird. You ain't gettin' one of those," he told SteveRogers quickly before he went getting ideas. "Don't need it shittin' all over my ship. Got enough of the crew doin' that when they get drunk."

Kraglin Obfonteri has posed:
"That boy had a million stories, didn't he? If anybody would have a fancy bird shitting all over the place, it'd be him," he says smugly. The boy had always taken up a lot of space with the captain and he wasn't always sure he liked it.

The smoking drink is working its magic. Kraglin splits a grin from ear to ear, addressing Steverogers, "We'll get you some Ravager Red and fix you up real good. Make ya an adventurer. Eye or no eye."

Right now, short of someone stealing the ship, all is right in the world. He pours two more drinks.

Thea Queen has posed:
"Yeaaa..., he wasn't as nice when he told me what pirates were." Not that Gamora gets into what exactly Quill told her pirates were, lips quirked up in that mysterious smirk of hers and she taking another brief drink from her rum. Strong stuff. Perfect.

The moment felt good indeed, just like that silence before the storm that she knew would come sooner or later out here on this sector. But for now? She could at least enjoy a few moments of solace. She didn't even mind the blue haired girl being there with them.

That SteveRogers actually answers her back at her ribbing gets a look out of Gamora. Not an aggressive one, more like amused and with faint traces of surprise. "Well, well. Finding more of yourself, is it?" even if she does scoff at the notion of being jealous of that arm.

She already had enough cybernetics, thank you very much.

Thor has posed:
    SteveRogers lifts his drink toward Yondu and murmurs, "I am fine then as I am, I believe. For now at the least." He takes a deep breath and then another swallow of his Salty Red Rise, enjoying the slight tingle it gives to his senses.
    Then when Kraglin seems to be of such high spirits, Good SteveRogers notices and lifts his drink in the man's direction. "That would be a kind thing, indeed. Your choice in coloration is a very good one. It seems very... roguish." He offers that last with a nod then takes another drink. His good eye widens a little, as he feels the affects of the drink, and seems to enjoy it.
    When Gamora does ask him more of himself, however, he answers with a small nod. "Indeed, a touch here or there." His brow furrows, "Impulses perhaps. Yet it makes me feel good that there is something there perhaps." He gives a slightly apologetic smile, as if knowing that the sooner he remembers the sooner he will be of use, and regretting he is less so.

Yondu Udonta has posed:
"Now that ya got a clean bill o' health, we'll get you some more regular duties with the crew. Start earning some of those credits back we been spendin' on ya." And that might be the first hint that there is a bit more here than altruism on Yondu's part. But instantly he was already past it. "You're a great addition. Now yer startin' to tell jokes. Soon you'll be buckin' for second mate."

Cause ain't no one taking that first mate slot from Kraglin.

He glanced to his second-hand-man and the gal on his lap. A little grin and a shake of his head as the man was incorrigible. Then a look to Gamora. Yondu still hadn't quite figured out what her game was here.

"Figure once we get all this salvage sold, we'll head back out. Y'all let me know if there are any specific stops ya wanna make 'fore we head back to deep space."

Kraglin Obfonteri has posed:
The blue-haired girl giggles when Kraglin gives her a squeeze and murmurs something into her ear. Settling her weight better, he raises his glass to the new guy, "Count on it. You get some more touches in your noggin and the cap'n 'll take good care of ya. It'll all come right." said with the confidence of somebody already deep in drink. But not too deep to keep an eye on things.