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The Last Outpost Cantina

Outskirts of Dreeda System

 

The Last Outpost Cantina, so named because it was the last watering hole for days in any direction, was having a quiet night for once. The bartender surveyed the scene, which mostly consisted of a few locals sitting at the bar quietly drinking, and a few patrons he didn't know were keeping to themselves, having a quiet conversation in the corner. The overhead fan spun lazily overhead, and muffled music came through the bar's crappy speakers.  Yes, it was certainly looking like a pleasant evening. No fights to break up, no guns to confiscate. No rabble tonight!

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Corsair

 

Vynn Zolaris kicked open the doors of the bar with a big smile, and looked around the room. Surely this would be the place to celebrate his escape from Captain Kraken's crew? He was told this was the last bar for quite a long way, and...it was fairly disappointing. Where were all the people? The cute waitresses? The karaoke? No, this wouldn't do at all, but it had to. He needed to unwind after days of being on the run. Surely they had already forgotten about him!

 

He sidled up to the bar, and dramatically flung his long jacket behind him as he took a seat. Among other effects, he 'appropriated' some outfits from Kraken's ship. Tonight he wore a midnight blue buttoned frock coat, complete with his favorite frilly jabot, matching blue velvet pants, and shiny black boots. If nothing else, Vynn knew how to dress for success!

 

"I must say, my good man, the scene here is...well, for lack of a better word, lacking. Is it usually this slow, or is this an off night?" Before the bartender could respond, Vynn continued: "Nevermind all that. Let me have a...well, whatever you have on tap will be fine, as long as you can get me a lot of it. You see, I am celebrating my freedom tonight. It is quite a tale if you care to hear it."

 

By now, Vynn's had attracted the attention of the dozen of so bar patrons, mostly because he was the loudest thing (both visually and aurally) in the room. If the bartender was going to interrupt him, now would have been the time, but Vynn continued, regardless: "It is a tale of high space piracy, a young boy forced into the service of the worst pirate in the galaxy: Captain Kraken! Pause for emphasis...

 

"I was the finest swordsman in the land, far exceeding any master's teaching within a few hours time. There was nothing more the world could teach me, and I was only ten years old! But fate had other plans..."

 

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As soon as Vynn asked if he wanted to hear his tale, he raised a hand and started to protest, but the young man immediately launched into his story. Eventually, he just stopped trying to shut him up. Damn space pirates, he muttered under his breath as he continued to polish the glasses. He had long stopped listening by the time the young man's story came to an end, but he had a strangely alluring presence. It was harder not to hear him than to simply ignore his extraordinary bravado. Well, as long as that's the only eventful thing that happens...

 

In the corner, a small group of patrons were listening. The bartender had paid them no mind, as they had been quiet thus far. But they had listened to Vynn's tale, and the six of them stood up and walked to the bar. Their leader cracked his knuckles - all four of them, as he sat down right next to Vynn, and one of his goons sat on the other side. He was a orange-skinned, massively muscled humanoid, and his shirtless torso was covered in tattoos. He raised a hand to the bartender, who quickly poured him a drink. The orange guy downed it in seconds, and reached in his glass for the cherry, which he chomped while staring at Vynn.

 

"So, tough guy. You were rolling with Captain Kraken? Well, it just so happens that he misses you. So why don't you come along real nicely and you two can talk it out? Real sweet-like," he said, showing his mismatched teeth in the approximation of a smile.

 

The bartender looked at Vynn, then the orange guy. "Now, gentlemen, I don't want any trouble tonight. You hear?"

 

"No, no. We aren't gonna have any trouble. That's not unless Mr. Fancy Shirt wants trouble." He grabbed and tugged on Vynn's jabot, tearing it a little. "Oops. Sorry."

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Vynn kept his cool as the two thugs sat next to him. He mentally noted how many there were: six in total. Piece of cake. But he was annoyed as the big guy ripped his favorite jabot. The very nerve of him! And him having just kept the bar entertained with his tale of adventure!

 

"No trouble at all, friend. But I don't exactly think Captain Kraken is going to welcome me back with open tentacles. In fact, I believe he will want me dead. So if you don't mind, how about I pay for your drinks and you say you never saw me here? That way, we both get what we want, right? I get to walk away, and you get the honor of having your drinks paid for by Vynn Zolaris, legendary space hero. That is, before I really get famous. Here, I'll even sign your napkin."

 

Vynn produced a feather quill from his coat, and signed CORSAIR in big, fancy letters. He nodded at his handiwork, then passed it to the big guy. "There! That will only appreciate in value as my deeds spread far and wide. So you hang onto that, and I'll be on my way," Vynn said as he slapped the money down on the table and got up to walk away.

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Vynn was quickly stopped by the four thugs standing in his way. They held their hands over blaster pistols and plasma blades, and stared at him menacingly. He had nowhere to run.

 

The big guy got up from the bar slowly, and cracked his neck. He crumbled up the bar napkin, and threw it over his shoulder. "Now, see. That ain't gonna work for me. How about we change the terms of our arrangement here. Either you get on my ship, and me and the boys take you to Kraken, or we take you there in a bodybag."

 

"And since we know all about you, how 'bout you hear my story? My name's Arynn Cia, and it'll be the last name you'll ever hear. How's that for a tale of adventure?" The big guy's thugs started to surround Vynn, moving ever closer, drawing their weapons.

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Vynn turned around as the men started to surround him. Well, this wasn't an ideal outcome. I really thought that would work...ah well.

 

He rested his hand on the ornate hilt of his trusty plasma saber, ready for when the time was right. He would not lose his life against these cretin this day. He had worked too long, and too hard to escape from Kraken to die on the floor of a dive bar.

 

In a flash Vynn drew his sword, and swept it in front of him with blinding speed, leaving a brief afterimage behind. In the same motion, he pressed a button on his shield belt, and a shimmering force field covered his body. He spoke, a final warning to them as the shield droned to life: "If that's the way you want it to go, then so be it. But know that this day you face the greatest Swordmaster the universe has ever known. Today you face...CORSAIR!"

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SPACE RANGER III

 

"Four against one doesn't really seem fair."

 

A young humanoid in a mainly dark blue uniform with black and white markings had entered. The right side of his chest had a six pointed star icon. His features were obscured by the opaque orange visor on his helmet that only vaguely showed the location of his eyes, nose and mouth.

 

He already had a a blaster in his left hand, pointing it at the group of thugs. It was an old model, archaic even. Gun metal grey, a long barrel, a sight and 4 red power lines on the main part. He was holding it by his side, pointed at the group but not really taking aim.

 

The young humanoid reached up and hit the right side of his helmet, causing it to fold away, revealing his black hair and almost pink skin. 

 

"Hey, I'm the Space Ranger. How about you guys back away and we talk this out?"

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Arryn and his men moved all at once, started by the young humanoid's appearance. Some of them maintained their guns on Corsair, while others pointed at Space Ranger. Some moved their guns between the two of them, or aimed at both of them with a laser pistol in each hand. Arryn raised his hands, then spread them out in a gesture of mock supplication. He grinned at Space Ranger, showing pointed yellow teeth, and started to slowly advance on him.

 

"This don't concern you, Space Boy. This here's between me an' the turncoat over here. So why don't you fly on home to your mommy and we won't have to shove that antique blaster all the way up your - "

 

 

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Corsair

 

"Gentlemen, gentlemen. As you can see, you're clearly outmatched. My personal bodyguard, the last of the Space Rangers, has come to my aid. (Please help me new guy) So you'd better drop your weapons or he'll be forced to bring a whole lot of pain to your respective craniums. He's the fastest draw in all of time and space (I'm stalling for time please shoot them) and sure as Darkstar looks good in black, you'll be sorry you ever crossed the duo of..."

 

Corsair sidled up right next to Space Ranger, so the two of them were posed back-to-back. He waved his plasma sword in a flourish in front of him, flipped it through the air, and caught it on the palm of his hand, then pointed it towards them with a rakish grin.

 

"Corsair and his trusty sidekick: Space Ranger!!"

 

 

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