rengadeirishman
Built for comfort
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"Fresh clothes, fresh food, and a fresh ship. What more can an old star dog ask for?" Captain Ren Navarone said to his companion "A worthy opponent and an honourable death." the old warrior One-eye responded, as they sat at a large table in the Pub at the End of the Universe. Tankards of strong ale in their hands, a fresh -albeit empty- roster in front of them, and a bottle of the finest Eiriadan whiskey with a stack of glasses next to it. Ren stuck his prized Ksya into the roster, pinning it to the table, and smoked his pipe. "Ogdru's Vengeance is lonely, lets hope theres a few stout souls ready to weather the warpstorms aboard her."
as the night passed, they got a a decent number of crewers, A few Humans, two Sarconians, a cadre of Riada,(he'd had to order a new bottle of whiskey after them.) a few Dwarrow, a Zatarran, a Kylari helmsman (he'd been lucky for such a find), a group of Tarc, and even one Kreeyar (One-eye had told Ren to take him on, Kreeyar are good fighters, and many have nothing but contempt for the Empire that bore their name.) No officer material yet, but he was sure something would turn up, this is Wildspace after all, and no one in wildspace likes PGC or the Kreeyar Empire. The night is still young after all.
as the night passed, they got a a decent number of crewers, A few Humans, two Sarconians, a cadre of Riada,(he'd had to order a new bottle of whiskey after them.) a few Dwarrow, a Zatarran, a Kylari helmsman (he'd been lucky for such a find), a group of Tarc, and even one Kreeyar (One-eye had told Ren to take him on, Kreeyar are good fighters, and many have nothing but contempt for the Empire that bore their name.) No officer material yet, but he was sure something would turn up, this is Wildspace after all, and no one in wildspace likes PGC or the Kreeyar Empire. The night is still young after all.