Tis But a Flesh Wound (Open)

One thing that made the Namekians particularly easy to deal with was that, for all their bluster, most of them were pretty weak. And they got into all these little scraps amongst themselves - apparently there were different clans, but to Salvo, they all looked and acted the same. And none of them were capable of putting up much of a fight. But the ones that especially couldn't put up much of a fight were the wounded ones, and what better targets were there to barge in on and loot than a bunch of disabled slugs?

Word of a healer who occasionally set up shop in the Whistling Caves had been picked up by Yacin, Salvo's information gatherer. Her being a Konatsian, her ears were well attuned to picking up details of conversations she shouldn't technically have been privy to. "Pull up right by the entrance," Salvo ordered of her pilot, who nodded and brought their ship, The Deliverance, right up near the cavern's gaping maw, where a recently repaired Namekian seemed to be exiting.

Salvo exited the ship and shot him.

"You lot guard the entrance," she called back to her crew. Namely, Romaine the Earthling, and Seiggev the Saiyan, who typically functioned as her main muscle. "I'll go in and see what loot we can scrounge up." "Cap'n, wot d'we do with 'im?" Romaine asked as he gestured towards the recently deceased Namekian. Salvo was already walking off, and didn't turn around as she replied, "Turn out his pockets and dump him off a cliff once he's got nothing worthwhile left on him." And with that, she entered the cave.

It didn't take too long before she stumbled across what seemed to be some kind of waiting room of sorts, right in front of a makeshift little clinic area. How quaint. And there even seemed to be an old man doctor treating everyone's wounds. Well, Salvo couldn't have someone patching all these slugs up - that would only make her job harder. The Heran fired an explosive round out of her gun into the air, which let loose an incredibly loud bang that echoed harshly throughout the enclosed halls of the cavern; Salvo didn't even flinch at the sound as she raised her weapon towards the doctor.

Salvo mentally switched herself over to 'pirate speak' mode, as she did when in the presence of anyone not in her crew. She had an image to keep up, after all. "Avast ye, and heave to, ye landlubbers!" she bellowed with a devilish grin. Turning her gaze up towards the old healer specifically, she ordered, "Hands in the air, old salt, unless ye'd fancy being a fathom under. And the rest of you biscuit eaters best turn yer pockets out and 'and over any loot, lest ye be on the wrong end of a Heran pirate's wrath!"

What Salvo heard on the other end of her earpiece after a few moments of silent was, in fact, not the voice of one of her pirate crew, but some foreign, annoying sounding one that grated on her pointed ears. Apparently, the crew Salvo had assigned to guard the front of the cave hadn't exactly done their job well. Though, she could hardly blame them, if the power level she was sensing from outside the cave was to be believed - her crew weren't nearly as strong as her, and whatever was outside was even stronger still.

Why did it seem like every time Salvo was about to get her hands on some legitimate loot on this planet, some self righteous shmuck had to show up and spoil the fun? Now even more Nameks were gonna bite the dust, thanks to this asshole.

And he was trying to give orders to her? Well, the good news about these hero types was that they actually cared about the lives of randos, and Salvo had plenty of wounded randos sitting at her feet. Though, she did also have something of a soft spot for her crew, and that ship of hers was her parents', so it wasn't something she was keen to lose to some idiot on this backwater planet. 

So, as the Namekians piled up their goods at Salvo's feet, she replied to the good samaritan, "A reasonable sort, eh? Aye, I'll reason wit' ye. You back off me crew and me ship or every single slug in this ditch gets a slug in their forehead." Salvo cocked her gun loud enough for it to be audible through the ear piece as she spoke. She meant business - the Heran wouldn't lose so much as a wink of sleep that night if she had to blow a whole through every Namekian that was sitting around her. Though she had to imagine that being directly responsible for the deaths of all these wounded Namekians wouldn't sit so soundly with whoever it was that stood outside the cave.

Still, Salvo was right pissed that this couldn't just go smoothly. The Nameks didn't seem too broken up about losing their valuables, anyway - weren't they supposed to be those spiritual types who didn't care about material possessions? That gave Salvo something of an idea. "You, gramps," she said as she marched over towards the one who'd been doing all the healing. "Surely ye value yer lives over a few trinkets and pearls, aye?" Salvo removed her earpiece and thrust it up against the Namek's mouth. "Why not tell our friendly stranger outside that ye care a heck of a lot more 'bout the lives of yer slug brethren than ye do fer a few religious artifacts and such, and that he ought to beat it b'fore someone gets hurt, aye?"

Salvo phrased it as if she was merely suggesting it, but the look on her face highly implied the old Namekian better do as she said if he didn't want bullets to start piercing flesh.