Post by Verst on Dec 8, 2022 13:51:47 GMT -5
Verst had spent the last few days collecting his thoughts, his first attempt at becoming a successful admiral had failed, and now found himself forcibly demoted to a mere captain. A captain without a ship no less.
But not one to be dismayed, he had acquired some insight into the workings of his fellow pirates, and how to turn them to his advantage. The strength of an armada lay not in the strength of each individual vessel, but in them combined. So too it goes for the crew. It matters not whether you have the strongest and fittest crew in the galaxy when the same crew is a group of deceitful disloyal dogs. Whomst, upon their first chance, would cast themselves free of their master and attempt to make it on their own. With no guiding hand nor a wise mind to lead them. They were doomed to failure. Something Verst planned to ensure.
So, as he strode into an open space with nothing more than his small frame, a box under his arm and the stares of the more 'regular' looking arcosians and space farers to equip him. He set the box down in the middle of the space and stood atop it.
"It is I, Captain Verst, the Sun Raider! Plunderer of Open Space and Pioneer in Privateering. I am here with a humble and honest request, for any and all of you to consider!" The Captain stood in his regular form atop this box, a squat 4'4" with his bright red armour and his pale yellow skin, surely a beacon for the masses to gather around.
"I am looking for crew! Members of the public, strong and talented! Those of you who wish to see the very stars above!" Verst dramatically pointed to the cold sun above Arcose. "The pay will be plenty and the loot will be shared! Glory and Freedom amongst the black skies! Join today and have the potential to be my right-hand man (or woman) or a head of a specialised role!" He paused a moment, to assess the crowd, some had stopped to listen, but most were ignoring him.
"Anyone interested please meet me in the 'Fresh Frozen Tavern'! Thank you and Good Day!" He took a deep breath, he was not nervous, and the crew would come in time. But the interview process was always tiresome. It was easy to steal crew for menial tasks, but those of specific and intricate roles required hiring.
Verst lowered himself off the box, cradled it back under one arm and set off to the Fresh Frozen Tavern. An irony in and of itself, the Fresh Frozen Tavern was almost entirely ice, crystalline in nature to obscure the street view but well-lit inside, Verst had set himself up with the permission of the owner on one of the tables near the entrance, easy enough to spot even without the rousing speech drawing in the crowds.
Hopefully, someone of note was in that crowd.
PL:2000
WC:498
But not one to be dismayed, he had acquired some insight into the workings of his fellow pirates, and how to turn them to his advantage. The strength of an armada lay not in the strength of each individual vessel, but in them combined. So too it goes for the crew. It matters not whether you have the strongest and fittest crew in the galaxy when the same crew is a group of deceitful disloyal dogs. Whomst, upon their first chance, would cast themselves free of their master and attempt to make it on their own. With no guiding hand nor a wise mind to lead them. They were doomed to failure. Something Verst planned to ensure.
So, as he strode into an open space with nothing more than his small frame, a box under his arm and the stares of the more 'regular' looking arcosians and space farers to equip him. He set the box down in the middle of the space and stood atop it.
"It is I, Captain Verst, the Sun Raider! Plunderer of Open Space and Pioneer in Privateering. I am here with a humble and honest request, for any and all of you to consider!" The Captain stood in his regular form atop this box, a squat 4'4" with his bright red armour and his pale yellow skin, surely a beacon for the masses to gather around.
"I am looking for crew! Members of the public, strong and talented! Those of you who wish to see the very stars above!" Verst dramatically pointed to the cold sun above Arcose. "The pay will be plenty and the loot will be shared! Glory and Freedom amongst the black skies! Join today and have the potential to be my right-hand man (or woman) or a head of a specialised role!" He paused a moment, to assess the crowd, some had stopped to listen, but most were ignoring him.
"Anyone interested please meet me in the 'Fresh Frozen Tavern'! Thank you and Good Day!" He took a deep breath, he was not nervous, and the crew would come in time. But the interview process was always tiresome. It was easy to steal crew for menial tasks, but those of specific and intricate roles required hiring.
Verst lowered himself off the box, cradled it back under one arm and set off to the Fresh Frozen Tavern. An irony in and of itself, the Fresh Frozen Tavern was almost entirely ice, crystalline in nature to obscure the street view but well-lit inside, Verst had set himself up with the permission of the owner on one of the tables near the entrance, easy enough to spot even without the rousing speech drawing in the crowds.
Hopefully, someone of note was in that crowd.
PL:2000
WC:498