Captain Sebastian Ali Roark, alias "The White Beard", sat in a darkly lit corner of the Silverstorm with his first mate, Ikara Javan. Captain and first mate were an interesting contrast to one another. Her raven hair fell down below her waist, lean and fit as any fighter in the known galaxy. Any man with wits about him would think twice before crossing her path. Even with the scar that traversed across her otherwise beautiful face, her jade eyes would captivate any man to betray his own sense of what was wise for himself. The scar was the mark left behind by a minor skirmish with a Jedi's lightsaber. Her heels rested on the tabletop as the black leather of her boots curved the smooth length all the way to her hips. The snarled sneer on her face gave way to the deeply buried feelings that she held within. Ikara had spent what seemed a lifetime scrapping from one situation to another to get her away from the bleak posturing of her mother's politics on her homeworld of Gallinore. Many a man had paid with his own scars or his life for ignorance of her strong handed, self-assured style. Even Captain Roark gave her leave in that category, it was that fiery and fierce determination he saw in her eyes that gained his respect alone of all women he had met. Captain Roark was a womanizer from one end of the galaxy to the next. Ikara didn't agree with his ways, but as long as the money flowed, he was assured her loyalty. Unbeknownst to the crowd of locals and students of the Ohtori Academy, this pair shared a twisted and bloody history. They had met back when Roark was smuggling for the Hutts. His beard was white as a cloud even then, so was the rest of his hair. The rest of his body was weather hardened under a taskmaster's whip and a cruel unrelenting sun that had both beaten him when he was a slave. Since the New Republic's Alliance had come to power and new, trade routes were being re-established, they had found the smuggling trade had become too risky. Especially since the likes of Han Solo had begun serving the side of the law once he married Leia Organa. Logic led to the realization that since there were more trade routes there must be more goods and money being transferred from place to place. Henceforth they had become pirates. Replacing dead crewmembers was always a pain, yet the term remained the same. They were in search of naive young academy members with little or no family ties to "Shang Hai" for service aboard their ship the "Calico Star." The modified Corellian Corvette had served them well in the little game of piracy for the past several years. However, as the body count had increased with boarding ships, they had looted from one end of Coruscant to the Spice Mines of Kessel; their greed and avarice grew more rapid than did loyal crewmembers. This pair of cutthroats had no ordinary thirst; it ran deeper than the Imperial pockets. They had been busy discussing the future of their shared ventures over many a tankard of Corellian rum. "Come on,Captain, think big here!" Ikara stared at the ceiling, wondering about their next raid. "Excuse me, lass, but the rum is making me talk through a gibbet." Roark's white beard was soaked with the dripping of his drink as his voice staggered to speak. "If you don't cut the wax out of your ears I'll cut your supply of rum off!" Her eyes burned with a scorn not intended for the captain, but his rum. "Lassie, thems fighting words." Roark laid his drunken hand to his blaster as he shifted from his relaxed position. "Okay, Okay." She slyly looked to the bar, thinking of a way to water down the captain's drink as motions to Roark to stand down. Ikara was worried how long the help wanted poster would take to find any likely candidates for crewmembers. The drink and food in the meantime seemed good enough to hold for the moment. She noticed a contest of handiness had broken out in a corner of the bar. Wagers were being made as daggers flew through the air to bullseye a holo-vid of Emperor Palpatine. She rubbed her chin as she argued with herself which diversion would be more fun, joining the dagger contest or sneaking past Haruka Silverstorm to water down her captain's rum.
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