Twisted Cannons and Battered Shields, [Tag: Dori]

[Lutz]

Lutz had awoken that morning from a very strange dream indeed. He had been the leader of a very odd group of Pirates, though it wasn't in the setting he was all too used to. No, Lutz hadn't been dreaming of his exploits in space, with his fearsome crew, braving the military forces in the Galaxy to bring a sense of freedom to a place with too many restrictions. Oh no, Captain Lutz had been in a very different setting in this dream, feet that usually clanged on a hard metallic floor found themselves firmly rooted on, well, wood.

If that wasn't odd enough, a faint lapping sound had reached his ears from a room that looked more than a little odd. With a tall ceiling and wooden objects everywhere Lutz had felt thoroughly out of place, standing there as he was with his mask and all of his metallic armour. Like a man in the wrong time and place. He had exited the room in the dream, a bright glare of sunlight almost blinding him as a deep salty smell filled his nostrils. When his eyes had adjusted to the light, what Lutz had seen had caused him to jerk awake.

He hadn't walked into another room, at least not any room that Lutz had ever been familiar with. What he had walked into was an open area, fenced off at the edges with a number of odd looking weapons perched perilously on the edge of the vehicle he had been on. This open area had been surrounded on all sides by a harsh drop, then, water. Water as far as the eye could see! Captain Lutz had been on a ship of some sort in that dream, though it wasn't a ship spiralling through the vast emptiness of space, oh no. Captain Lutz had been navigating the vast emptiness of some kind of large ocean.

"Cap'n! We've got to get to Duro soon or the whole bloody ship is going to go up in smoke." a panicked voice croaked, belonging to a small oil-covered Dug.

"Arrr..." Lutz rasped back, narrowing his eyes. "If this 'bloody' ship goes up in smoke I'll make sure she takes the whole good-for-nothing lot of ye down with her." he threatened.

Nobody told him that The Jaffa was going to go up in smoke. Nobody. She was Lutz' greatest ship since he'd embarked on this new career, the best thing to happen to him in a long time. Lutz had pillaged the entire galaxy with her, had made a name for himself and his crew as a fearsome bunch of marauders. The day The Jaffa went up in smoke was the day Captain Lutz died. He couldn't bring himself to leave the ship, not after it had served him so well thus far. She'd been battered, bashed and dragged through just about every kind of hell he could imagine and brought them all through safely. Well, most of them.

"Get 'er patched up at Duros, then 'ol Lutz will see about getting himself some fresh arms fer tha' crew." Lutz added.

They'd taken quite a beating in their last little tussle, but come out of it with a hefty profit. The merchant convoy they had smashed up had been carrying some very interesting collections of valuables. Lutz was going to offload as much as possible with his fence on Duros, and see about getting The Jaffa space-worthy again. In the mean-time, he'd use his newfound wealth to see just what kind of help he could find on the Orbital City they were headed for. Security on this little trip didn't really bother Lutz, as he had ensured that he and his crew always had a safe port on any number of stations in the galaxy many years back by getting himself embedded deep in the pockets of a number of very powerful smuggler organisations.

That was the world of crime in the galaxy, paths crossed and intertwined on so many sides that there was seldom a planet or system you could visit without bumping into someone who was a friend. The only problem with the situation was that this worked both ways, and you could find yourself bumping into someone who had a particularly strong desire to slam a vibroblade as deep into your back as they could. Lutz often tried to avoid these, as any smart Captain was wont to.

"Yer a dirty swindling fuck!" Lutz yelled some time later.

They had docked at the station without much interference, and - Lutz being Lutz - he had instantly left the ship after having given the crew a long list of instructions on what to do to get her fixed up and made his way to the nearest Cantina. It was in this Cantina Lutz had guzzled his fill of rum and found himself embroiled in a large card game. There was a lot of credits on the table, some poor fool had even thrown in his ship against the others. What Lutz had taken particular offence to, thus causing his outburst, was that he'd spent the last few hands watching one of fellow players very closely indeed.

The bastard was cheating.

It was too much for Lutz, he didn't play fair either, but not playing fair was the kind of thing you made damned sure nobody discovered. If you dared to cheat, you made sure you cheated fucking well. This kid cheating, and cheating against none other than Captain Lutz was an affront to the grizzled Captain. An affront he wouldn't stand for! So it was that the inside of the Cantina erupted with violence, fists and objects being thrown in all directions as Captain Lutz lashed out at whoever dared get in his way. He hadn't even stopped to realise that, at that moment, a number of station guards had been present in the Cantina and they were even now closing on his position, withdrawing rather nasty looking batons.

All in all, just another day in the life of Captain Lutz...

[Dori Dannesk]

Ah, the sweet smell of freedom...if freedom smelled like pollution, garbage, and too many bodies pressed together. It was enough to almost make Dori long for the sweet smell of the jungle after a rainfall and the symphony of frogs and insects that followed it. It almost made him long for the solitude of one of the treetop retreats in Ghatan. Almost. But no, he had left the Jekore and Selvaris far behind him for a reason.

Even if the smells and atmosphere on Duro was lacking, there was something to be said for the safety of anonymity in crowds, less chance that you might be noticed or picked out. And Dori was doing his best to just blend in and not get himself noticed. He was dressed in dull brown and black that was slightly ripped and frayed in places and yet, he felt that he had gotten himself a good bargain by trading his distinctive Jekorian robes for them. The farther away he was from all of his Jekorian roots the better...save for his lightsaber of course that he was currently passing off as a simple staff. That was something that he would not be easily parted from.

Walking through the streets of one of Duro's orbital cities, Dori could almost catch flashes of his earliest memories. Duro was where he had been born, after all, and though this was not the same orbital city that had been his first home, it was similar enough. This was Jivv Space City, not Bburru Station. Bburru possessed artificial forests that he thought he might have some vague memory of, but he couldn't be sure that he wasn't confusing it with the jungles of Selvaris. He had been very young after all when his parents had agreed to sell him to the Jekore.

He wasn't sure why he had chosen Duro as his first stop after deserting the Jekore. Maybe the force had drawn him here for some as yet unrevealed reason...or maybe it was because the ticket to Jivv Space City had been the cheapest and Dori was all too conscious of the bottom of his small pile of credits. They would need to take him a long way, until at least he could figure out how to earn some credits. For some reason this was proving more of a problem than he had anticipated. It seemed that all people wanted were hired force thugs. He also didn't have any formal qualifications for anything. Sure, he knew how to pilot a ship...but he had been taught by a bunch of crazy cultists. Somehow, he didn't imagine that it would inspire much confidence.

And besides, he was trying to lay low and blabbing about where he had come from and who had taught him seemed a tad counter-intuitive. He wasn't overly bothered though. He was sure that all would be revealed in time...and if the force chose not to do that, well then there was always the force cloak option, wasn't there?

Deciding that he could use a little pick me up in the form of food and maybe a little drink, he soon found a cantina, stepped inside and narrowly missed having his head caved in by a chair flying through the air. It was always good to know that his Jekorian training paid off in the real world, as it were. It seemed as if he had stepped right in the middle of a full-fledged bar brawl, the center of which was a tall, bright orange Kaleesh who was fending off blows from all sides.

Rather than slink off and try to find a more peaceful cantina to refuel at, Dori's sense of justice chose that moment to flair up and suddenly the thought of everyone going after one man like that seemed very wrong. And so it was that he strode into the center of the storm, pulled his lightsaber pike off his back and swung it into the chest of a cowardly Gran that was about to try and stab the lone Kaleesh in the back.

[Lutz]

Lutz wasn't down with these odds, half the Cantina and a goddamn group of guards against him? Had nobody warned the poor saps what they were doing? Nobody let slip just who he was? He was Captain goddamn Lutz! The most fearsome Pirate in any part of the Galaxy. No? Well that was a lesson they were going to have to learn the hard way. Going to have to learn by Lutz giving them all a grade-A ass kicking. Starting here.

"Won't cheat Cap'n Lutz again!" Lutz snarled savagely.

With a grunt he blocked a fist swung by the man who had been foolish enough to cheat him, Lutz' grubby orange hand clamping around the man's wrist as he stomped down hard with his left leg. His foot connected hard with the man's kneecap, a sickening pop followed by a crunch and the man crumpled to the ground with a shrill scream. That'd teach him for cheating! Well, not for cheating really, for cheating badly. Yeah! That was it!

Cheating bad was one of the biggest crimes in Lutz' book, that and attacking him. The fact that both were happening in one night was ridiculous. That was the reason Lutz was fighting as dirty as possible, aiming to break as many bones as he could and hopefully leave a lasting impression on the twerps. A quick knock-out wasn't really worth it here, that was too easy. Lutz wanted to deliver pain. Pain was something that was hard to deliver however, when you had to spend your time lurching from side to side to avoid things. Things that, in this case consisted of a chair being launched right at him.

So he was glad then, when a loud grunt from behind him caused him to twirl on the spot and witness the inclusion of a new warrior in the fight for justice! Some young boy swinging a staff into some coward who had been planning to stab the Captain in the back. The fact that the brave guy was willing to dive into battle against the authorities? Very bold, Lutz didn't often run into types like that, usually they got themselves locked up long before then.

"Ye missed one!" Lutz grinned, swiping a glass from the table and launching it over the man's shoulder to collide with an advancing brawler.

With that man crumpling, Lutz was free to return to the guards. They had an advantage, one Lutz wasn't very fond of. Batons. People using batons, when Lutz wasn't holding batons was just one-sided. It was an advantage that Lutz wasn't exactly down with. If he wasn't so bleary-eyed from the alcohol coursing through his system the Captain might even have wondered why he hadn't brought his own weapons.

"I'll be taking tha'!" he shouted, catching a baton in his hand.

It cracked of course, one of his fingers breaking from the force of the blow. That was irrelevant though, he'd deal with it later! He had a weapon now, and he was going to bloody well use it. With a ferocious stab he thrust the baton into the throat of one man, his free elbow striking out to send another tumbling to the ground. This pattern continued, Lutz striking at one man after another in unison with his mysterious companion until all that surrounded them was groaning men, one or two perhaps in need of urgent medical help.

"Very nice lad. Think tha' barkeep's just run off to call more guards though. Brave o' ye to take them on like tha', harsh jail sentences here on the station...mining colonies."

Why was Lutz bothering to stand around saying this? Why, Captain Lutz had developed a rather ingenious plan! Pretty as the lad might be with his soft feminine hair and his... what the hell?! He was the girliest looking fighter Lutz had ever seen yet he'd held his own in that little kerfuffle! Feminine features aside, Lutz wanted to try and recruit the lad. A fighter on his vessel was anything but a disadvantage, so what if he was pretty? Lutz could whore him out when they were hard-up! Give him a night with crime lords who swayed that way and he'd find his pockets well-lined!

Of course, there was the chance that the boy was about to pipe up and inform Lutz he was part of some great crime syndicate, the son of an already formidable Pirate or any number of things. Hell, he could be in the pocket of the Hutt's for all Lutz knew!

Was Captain Lutz about to be a damned fool for the sake of recruiting a guy who looked like he spent more time with men than women?

[Dori Dannesk]

Despite having extensive training in the art of fighting for many years, Dori did not have a wealth of practical experience under his belt. He had practice sessions with other Jekorians as well as his ward, where no one would ever be seriously injured. Oh, a few scrapes and bruises here and there, perhaps a small scar to remind a student of the dangers of being careless, but there was never any real danger of losing one’s life. When his fellow trainee came at him with a training saber, the intent to kill was never present.

This was quite a different scenario. He saw real malice in the eyes of the men attacking him this cantina. They were drunk, angry, and they probably wanted to kill him, despite the fact that they didn’t even know him. Well, he supposed he had just knocked down one of their buddies and he didn’t know him, but he was trying to stab that Kaleesh in the back! That was not the way to fight if someone had any sense of honour or dignity.

“Thank you!” He shouted back rather awkwardly to the Kaleesh as he swung the end of his pike around to connect neatly with the side of the man’s head.

He swung his pike around again, dealing out non-lethal blows as best he could manage. He didn’t actually want to hurt any of these men, he had no conflict with them. That, and they were probably also all drunk. There was no honour to be found in a well-trained Jekorian beating a bunch of drunken louts senseless. His moves were graceful and flowing, and the art in his stance was completely lost upon his opponents.

While he had been sure of the justice of his cause when he had aided the lone Kaleesh against a merciless, backstabbing horde, when he realised that he was now crossing his pike with the batons of men in uniform he began to have a few doubts. Why were they attacking him and the Kaleesh? Shouldn’t they be on their side? They were clearly the victims here!

He and the Kaleesh now stood back to back, and he started when orange man…who he had just noticed had a rather peculiar and unpleasant smelling odour about him spoke again. “Jail sentences? Mining colonies!?” He questioned in confusion. What was he talking about? Dori was just helping…He looked at the ground before him and saw the groaning forms of what must be several guards. “Oh…” He said in dismay.

He looked up at the masked Kaleesh, big blue eyes wide with the realisation of what he had just inadvertently done. “Wh-What are we going to do? It was self-defence! They can’t send me to a mining colony for defending myself!” He said with something that might have been fear in his voice. “That’s…that’s not fair…” He trailed off. He felt something warm trickle into his eye and absent-mindedly wiped it away, only to look at his hand to see blood. He stared. He couldn't remember being swiped in the head.

[Lutz]

The boy thanked Lutz for saving his arse, a strange thing, a brawler being all polite like that was a bit...off. Usually a brawler gave you a grunt in return, a scowl...not a "Thank you!" Lutz might even have taken a little time to think about it, were he not dodging elbows, feet, fists and projectiles. A fight was a dangerous place to think, well, to think on anything outside of the usual. Crush windpipe with left elbow, break leg with well-aimed kick, break a nose with a punch... You know, the usual thoughts that went through his head every time he entered a Cantina.

"Hit 'em 'arder!" Lutz growled, catching a look at what the boy was doing out of the corner of his eye.

He had a great big pike, was swinging it around and knocking men on their arses all over the place. The problem? The bastard wasn't going for easy kills! He was...going easy on them? Lutz didn't really have time to stand around and toy with them, as soon as one of the security guards hit the panic button on their comms they were all fucked. The guards would be swarming the place like that infection he'd once picked up on Ryloth. That was godawful, giant pus-filled warts...stung when he went to the pisser... never again!

Oh, who was he kidding, he would given half the chance!

"Go fer tha' soft parts!" he spat, giving more instruction as he dodged a fist and swiped the legs from beneath his attacker. "Stick 'em with it!" he added, a foot stomping down on a man's face.

From what he could see out of the corner of his eye, whilst the boy was remaining very far from a fatal addition to the brawl he was still managing to hold his own. A strange fighter, far too refined for Lutz' back alley tastes but effective. It was all wrong though, mechanical! No passion for the bones he was breaking, the lives he wa-

"Argh! Ye dirty fuck!" the Pirate swore angrily, a large gash on his chest. "Ye cut me!"

Distracted as he was, Lutz had let one of the gits inside his guard! A swipe with a broken bottle later and the Captain was seeping blood ever so lightly. Nothing deep, but a cut on Captain Lutz was a cut on his fear-inspiring ability! It meant a man had touched him! It was unforgiveable! With a rapid movement Lutz reached out and grabbed the bottle, still clutched in his attackers hands. Overpowering the man Lutz turned the bottle around, still gripped in the other man's hand and forced it into his face. Was once enough for the Captain? Hell no! He went again and again, the grunts slowly fading as a soft squelching overtook and the man went limp.

"Tha' turned frae embarrassment to a fine tale lad, eh?" he grinned, only now noticing the dismayed look on his companions face. "Wha's wrong? Is it 'im? Don' worry, e's gone." Lutz consoled the man, pushing the lifeless body over, his hand and arm bloody from the attack.

When the boy spoke up about exactly what was bothering him so much Lutz' mouth fell open. Here he was thinking someone had spotted a fine brawl and decided to jump in for the excitement of it and instead the boy had been...well, defending himself? What was that about? It wasn't a goddamn piratey thing to do, nor was it the kind of thing any brawler would do. From the sounds of it...well, from the sounds of it the boy was scared of being caught! A fighter like him...scared!

"Lad...ye just attacked tha' station guards...?" he replied, confused. "Naw really self-defence.." Lutz shook his head, laughing slightly. "As fer wha' we're gonna do... well..."

There was a simple solution here. Well, two actually. Lutz could blame everything on the lad, say he was the one doing all the killing. He could knock the lad out, deal with the survivors using the boys pike then just leave him there... the guards would remember brawling with him and perhaps overlook the fact Lutz was nowhere to be seen long enough for The Jaffa to leave...

Or, the more intriguing option to the Captain... He could invite the boy onboard his ship, claim all of the glory and have a damned good tale to share. It was decided.

"Tell ye wha' lad, come with me, I've a ship, we'll be gone in no time."

Did Lutz mention what kind of a ship he ran? Or what he was? Nope. He'd leave that, it'd be a nice surprise for the lad who was so shocked that his act of "self-defence" had landed him in such hot water.

[Dori Dannesk]

Standing there with the twitching bodies around his feet and the erm…not so twitching bodies moaning and possibly even dying around the Kaleesh’s feet, Dori felt a grim sort of panic start to rise up. Like an icy cold hand snaking through his gut and spitting out tendrils that were working their way through the rest of his body. No. He told himself. No, no, no, no! A Knight of Jekore…even a deserting one most definitely did not let panic get the better of him! Closing his eyes for a few seconds Dori tried to centre himself, as though he was reuniting his wayward spirit to the calm, tranquil flow of the Force.

In a few seconds when he opened his eyes, his heartbeat had slowed somewhat and he was no longer fighting off the frenzied spectres of panic. He was still pale and a little shaken, and the blow he had received to his head was now starting to pound away now that he wasn’t worried about being killed by an enraged drunk. He looked down at his pike, wiped some of the blood off it, and replaced it in the holder on his back. He’d had enough of fighting for one day, he decided.

He frowned slightly as the Kaleesh tried to, almost gently explain the facts of what had just occurred to him. Well, except for the laughing bit, that wasn’t very nice at all. “Yes, but I…I didn’t see them. I mean, I saw that man about to stab you in the back and I just couldn’t let him do that. And then before I knew it the guards were attacking me! I didn’t start this…” he trailed off, perhaps realising that all of his explanations were futile.

What was he going to do? Not panic first of all. Yes, don’t panic, he told himself over and over again. The Force…yes, there was the force. All through his training all the knights and wards were going on about how through the Force there was a reason for everything. The Force would reveal a path to him, he was certain of it. It couldn’t have been just dumb luck that he’d stumbled upon this Kaleesh when he did. He was meant to help him.

It was then with large, round eyes that Dori looked up at the Kaleesh when he offered him that very path. “That…that’s very generous of you, uh…?” He said searching for a name before realising that exchanging names probably wasn’t something that they’d have had time for when Dori was busy sticking the end of his pike in someone’s face and the Kaleesh was occupied with cutting his own hand up. “Yes, I think I will take you up on your offer,” He paused and looked over the man. “Are you all right? You seem to be…well, bleeding a lot.”

[Lutz]

Lutz stared at the kid as he stood there, eyes closed like he had fallen asleep or something. He was a strange one alright, torn up about the fact he'd openly stormed in and cut down a group of guards with the most fearsome Pirate in the Galaxy yet a second later eyes closed, looking like he wanted to nod off. Could people even sleep standing up? Lutz had heard of it being an old guardsmans trick on some of the backwater planets where they hadn't enough guns to go around. Prop a man against a wall with a big enough gun and he could grab small micro-sleeps without much worry.

You know, until someone like Lutz came along and took everything he owned from under him without so much as a twitch from the idiot.

So, was this kid an idiot too? Did he want to stand around, eyes closed, waiting for more guards to show up or...?

"Didnay see?" Lutz muttered, an eyebrow raised. "Naw, that ye never! Twas Cap'n Lutz started this fine brawl. Take note o' that lad!" he said with pride.

The idea that this man had come along, decided to chip in and unwittingly help a notorious Pirate Captain fight off a group of station guards was one of the funniest things Lutz had heard in an awful long time. Hell, even if he had been the damned worst fighter in the Galaxy and had the Hutts on his arse Lutz would've offered him a position on his ship just for the sheer hilarity of seeing what the kid got himself into next. Before he knew it, they'd be stealing the knickers off the Remnant Admiral.

Big doe eyes falling on Lutz, a snort from the Captain as he decided this was one of the girliest looking men he'd ever stumbled upon and then a question that was partly insulting, partly uplifting for Lutz who could embark on one of his favourite things. Gushing about his own brilliance. Captain Lutz, the most feared Pirate in the whole Galaxy! The man who took Hutts and buggered them bloody with rusty pipes, a man destined not only to become a great legend spread by all who met him but one day to become a God!

"Lutz lad!" He boomed, slapping the boy on the back rather roughly. "Cap'n Lutz, o' tha' Jaffa. Ye've likely heard o' her..." he paused for the briefest of seconds, not really wanting to give the boy any chance to insult him further by claiming he'd never heard of the Jaffa. "Famed throughou' tha' galaxy fer bringing tha' whole Corellian Run to its knees! Fer slipping in under the Hapan's hairless baby arses and swiping tha' greatest ship to fly tha' stars!"

Pride was something that came easy to Lutz. From a warrior culture as he was, there was a great deal of importance on being at the top of the food chain. It was one thing he had carried with him when he had left his homeworld. If he was going to sell himself to anybody, he'd make damned sure he wasn't selling himself short. Slipping up on the details now would mean chopping off a few of the boys fingers later for some kind of cocky impulse to test himself against his Captain. No, best the boy know exactly who he was. Lutz would command his respect better then!

"Wha'?" he muttered, torn from his thoughts. "Oh....this?" he followed up, glaring down at the blotches on his body. "Jus' a scratch, can get it sorted back on tha' ship!"

Lutz had been through worse! This was nothing to be worried about, not when he had the excitement of a new recruit to think about. A competent new brawler, albeit a little hesitant to do any damage. Lutz would beat it out of him though, give him a few weeks and he'd be slashing throats and busting skulls like the best of them!

"So lad..." Lutz started, a cheeky grin visible at the bottom of his mask. "Are ye ready fer joinin' the meanest bunch o' Pirates the galaxy has ever known?"

[Dori Dannesk]

Dori gaped at the Kaleesh that he had just saved. "You...started this? But why? Why would you do that?" He asked as he stared around at the mess that he had inadvertently helped create. It was then that he had the uncomfortable inkling that his upbringing with the Jekore and the handful of times that he had left the close confines of Selvaris had definitely not prepared him for the "real world" as it were. Anyone else with sense would have probably left the huge, smelly Kaleesh to his own devices whilst turning the other cheek and making sure that they stayed out of the fray. But nope, not Dori the runaway Jekore Knight.

Dori was swiftly dealt another blow when his new Kaleesh friend revealed his identity. He was a pirate. Apparently, from the way he talked, he was a very notorious pirate that Dori should be ashamed not to know. Understandably, Dori was horrorstruck. It was like the universe was conspiring against him to make him fail at life. For the first time since he had decided to leave Selvaris for once and for all, Dori was feeling the first pangs of regret. Maybe he shouldn't have left the Jekore after all. He tried to bury those thoughts. They would be no help to him now.

"I've never heard of any of that, I'm sorry. I guess I was supposed to?" He defended meekly. It wasn't really a surprise that he hadn't heard of the infamous Captain Lutz even if he was as big a name as he claimed to be. Growing up on an isolated colony of religious fanatics, meant that you did miss mostly everything that was huge and important in the rest of the galaxy.

"Oh...well, I'm glad you're all right, and that you have a medic to help you..." He said with disbelief plainly written on his face when Lutz proclaimed the injury that was still bleeding quite freely as "nothing." He supposed that, being a pirate, that this sort of thing must happen to him fairly often. When you take people's possessions and threaten their lives on a daily basis, they were quite likely to want to defend themselves. Dori was was familiar with injuries in theory, but the extent of his knowledge came from practice and training as opposed to real life.

"Join your crew? But...I never...I thought you were just going to give me a lift off of Duro. Why do you want me to join you?" He asked incredulously. If it was possible, Dori's eyes widened even further with what Captain Lutz had just proposed. No...not even proposed. He had just assumed! Assumed that he had wanted to join his crew and be a pirate!

[Lutz]

Why would he start it? He was a confounding lad, that was for sure. Why did anyone start any brawl? There were only a handful of reasons for brawls starting, one, you were bored, two, you'd been wronged...well, two reasons! That's all there was really. Was it really so hard for him to piece together how this had started? Lutz was being bloody cheated! And Lutz didn't like that, not one bit. It wasn't his fault the entire place had decided to have a go at him, he'd only really been bothered with one or two people.

"Why?" Lutz cackled. "Some bastard decided tah cheat Cap'n Lutz in a gamble that cost 'em their dirty lil life..." he laughed some more, clearly amused. "Won' be doin' tha' again..."

The fact that the boy hadn't heard of any of this, hadn't heard even a sliver of Captain Lutz' power and might throughout the Galaxy was disturbing to the Captain. Was he not as prominent as he thought he was or had this kid crawled out from under some rock somewhere? Judging from his reaction to a brawl, his reaction to the reasons for the brawl starting and the sheer horror displayed at the idea of beating up guards...yeah, the kid had crawled out from under a rock.

"We'll 'ave to work on tha' one then lad..." Lutz grinned, not really put off.

A fighter like this wasn't going to slip through the Captains fingers, if he hadn't heard of Lutz' fearsome ship and crew before...well, he was soon going to become a part of boosting the legend further. He'd had his first taste of combat with Lutz, and even if he was cowering like a little girl at the moment...well, he'd soon be begging for more! So Lutz would take him, him and those big baby eyes that looked petrified at the tiny splatters of blood Lutz was leaving around.

"Aye a lift. But yer a fugitive now, righ'? So a lad like you hasn't many places to go, arr?" Lutz explained. "Seems a damned good figh'er like yersel might be inclined to keep in with a crowd that can keep whoever is sent fer ye after this away..."

With this Lutz waved around at the room, a few bodies stirring slightly, the odd groan or moan of a dying man. Oh, there'd be repercussions for this, they'd likely find themselves on a little bounty list if anyone got a good look at them or there was a feed of the room being streamed to some fat little security guard somewhere.

"Gonna be a bounty or two on yer head lad..." Lutz grinned. "So how's abou' it?" he held out a big grimey hand, awaiting a shake.

[Dori Dannesk]

Dori looked over to a particularly bloodied man lying near the Kaleesh’s scuffed boot. “Yes…well, he definitely won’t be doing that again considering that I think you may have killed him. Oh wait!” Dori exclaimed as he saw a few gurgling bubbles appear from the man’s smashed in nose. “He’s still breathing,” He said, clearly relieved on the offending man’s behalf.

He thought about telling the pirate captain that there were other ways that he could have gone about settling his problems that didn’t involve smashing skulls and rupturing internal organs, but he quickly checked himself. This was a pirate he was talking to, and they weren’t really known for being the most considerate and rational individuals in the galaxy. Their primary means of living was centred around violence and theft, and true to his calling, this pirate didn’t even blink at taking someone’s life for trying to cheat him in a little game in a little cantina.

“Work on that? I don’t think that will be necessary, I think I’ve got a pretty good idea already of what Captain Lutz is all about now.” He answered, casting another look around at the mayhem he had inadvertently helped to inflict. He didn’t know what the pirate captain meant at all when he said they would have to work on that, and he certainly didn’t want to know how he intended to do it. And idle thought flitted into his brain that perhaps Captain Lutz kept a nice scrapbook or something that catalogued all of his barbaric adventures.

“I…I suppose you have a point,” Dori replied rather reluctantly. While before this incident Dori Dannesk had had the entire galaxy open to explore as he wished, now he had landed himself in a terrible predicament. He had committed a crime, and worse he had aided a pirate in committing that same crime. Now the government of Duro would have a price on his head, like Captain Lutz had said. But, at least the pirate seemed to have some shred of dignity on him if he was offering Dori a way to escape rotting in a jail cell or being sent to a penal colony. Dori had, after all, kept him from being stabbed in the back.

Was he actually starting to consider Lutz’s offer? Madness! And yet...unbeknownst to Captain Lutz there was a more appealing reason for him to take the pirate up on his offer. If the Jekore didn’t fall for his ploy and believe that he had perished on a mission then he already had a bounty of sorts on his head. And he was far more afraid of the Jekore getting a hold of him than anything else. That said, the idea that he could be on board a pirate ship that was armed to the teeth and surrounded by protective cocoon of ruthless killers and thieves was looking more and more appealing. It would make him that much more difficult for the Jekore to get a hold of him, and he didn’t have to stay on board forever, either.

He looked at the filthy outstretched hand, swallowed and hoped he wouldn’t lose his meagre lunch, and shook the orange Kaleesh’s hand. “I think I will take you up on your generous offer after all, Captain. I just have a question or two…how big is your ship and what kind of weaponry does it have? And do you have a large crew?” He asked innocently, as he tried to release his hand from the grimy clutch of Captain Lutz.