Being tossed into space with a homing beacon and a laser pistol at the tender age of eleven may seem strange for a human child but when your a vargr and your pack is made up of pirates it’s more a right of passage, a pass fail right of passage which I always found easier really. Set adrift hoping some nice fat trade ship will come by to rescue you so you family can come racing in to liberate your would be rescueers of their hard earned cargo, and pick you back up of course.
This was life for my first few years in space. While not floating aimlessly through it I spent my time on the ship learning the workings of the jump drives and electronics in hope that when I no longer fit the child sized suit we used as the decoy I wouldn’t be stuck up front with the breach and “negotiations” team. They tended to be a little messy.
So life went without me knowing any better as to what right and wrong were this was just life. Life as I knew it ended at age 18 when I was finally recognized as a corsair and no longer just a child with extra skill. My alpha at the time thought it best that I spend some time on one of the human planets to learn what it meant to be among the criminal element. This ended up being my first year of life as a pirate was actually spent as a hired thug but it did mean that I developed a fine respect for the art of stealth. Being not seen was the best way to avoid being hit in most cases.
This time also started to teach me the worlds varied views in black and white and what we liked to call “the large grey area” in which we operated. This life was tough but good to me and honed my reactions to levels I never knew I possessed. Which came in handy when my alpha picked me back up and told me I’d be handling “negotiations” on our next raid.
It looked like any normal free trader we’d come across in the past, the kind with half full holds and a handful of crew as unskilled as you can find to make them as cheap as possible. However it was anything but it was more like a nugget of gold floating in space wrapped in a small metal shell. The hold was full and the crew was as unskilled as ever. Looks like the captain should have spent less on cargo and more on crew. The “negotiations” went well as it seemed no one on the crew was getting paid enough to die for the cargo and the captain liked his life more then he seemed to care about his cargo.
This victory was the begining of a change that happened in the crew of the ship. This success was attributed more to myslf then to my captain which didn’t go unnoticed. However after a few days of transferring the ill-gotten gains my arms were sore and my head was swimming in the high of pulling off such a good haul that I didn’t notice the way I was watched.
I should have been paying more attention though cause within. A week I found myself back on the planet and up to my eyeballs in criminal action again. This time however I wasn’t here to hide I was starting to get sick of being in the shadows, tired of being the weakest one in the bunch. This time I was going to learn how to shoot a man and not thingk twice about it and that is exactly what I accomplished. I sought out the gun runners and sharp shooters that this planet had in it’s underbelly and learned from them. Learned that anything with a kick on it was going to mean that if I didn’t kill them with my first shot I wasn’t likely to hit them with my second. So I developed a fondness for laser weapons and the smoothness that comes with firing one. This time when I left the criminal underworld of this scummy little planet it was with people knowing my name. People like a certain agent I met in a strip club of all places, when she needed a hand loosening some tongues and me in the need of some money. Strange that she was paying me in a place like this but hey, I needed a drink.
This time when I got back on the ship it was clear that there’d was something happening with the captain as he seemed jumpy and afraid of every shadow. It didn’t take long for me to find out that during my time on the planet the captain had managed to get himself in a bit of debt gambling with a certain warlord in some stronghold half a galaxy away. This was no way to be captain and I knew it. Actually I did know it so after a few well placed words and the promise of more coin then they could count I challenged the captain for leadership of the vessel and won, as the captain gladly stepped aside with a smirk and a nod. I was wary at first as he seemed to ready to step down, but what did I care I was 30 captain of a ship and leader of a pack of pirates. Life was good!
Life has a way of kicking ya in the nuts when it gets that good though and my swift kick came not 3 years later when the captain of the vessel was asked to come planet side to discuss the payment of all his gambling debts and that’d when I knew why becoming captain had been so easy. That bastard had wracked up enough debt to be able to buy a ship over again. Hell if we’d even owned the one we were in I’d have given them that one, however as luck would have it we didn’t own it. It already belonged to this warlord paid in lue of debt from prior wagers. So with nothing to offer and a respect for my crew I stepped off the vessel and out of the only life I had ever known and became a prisoner to some low life warlord to await his decision on what would happen to me.
However it seemed luck was still on my side, because not a month later I awoke to the sound of gunfire and explosions, it seemed my warlord captor was having a spot of trouble all his own. After what seemed like hours the door to my dungeon flew across the room right off it hinges and a small group of marines came rushing in armed to the nines and lead by a man that seemed to command the respect of everyone in the room. He looked me up and down opened my cage and asked me if I could fight, I grinned and picked up my jailers laser rifle and told him I was pretty sure I could keep up. I joined them in repaying my debt. The assault only took a few hours and then it was over and my old debts were paid in full. However now it stood to reason that I owed a man of the imperium a great debt, and vargr always pay what is due. He let me go with some inner turmoil clear on his face but it wasn’t my place to ask nor was I going to stick around long enough for him to change his mind. I gave him my comms frequency and left that damn rock behind.
A year later and after calling in my dues from my old ship I got a call from the last person I expected, the marine. It seems it was time to pay my dues, and much earlier then I had expected.