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"Okay, so we're all in agreement then? Miss Arris if you would be so kind, lead the way." Tim said, finally snapping out of the daze from the poison.

"And why should I help, eh? She's done nothing more than make hollow threats against me for the last five minutes. Give me ONE good reason to help and I will."

"Whats a good reason not to? Look I know your no lover of humanity, and you have nothing to lose, and you don't see things like us, but your race needs to have some basic concept of fate. She shows up, breeches a state of the art security system and has shown considerable resources and martial skill. If for no other reason then to travel the stars and have a good adventure, maybe even get some fun in your old bones, then do it to please whatever deity you may worship." Tim said, staring straight into the hulking face before him.

"Fair enough." Says Atesehn quietly. "But not for you" He says, pointing a steel finger at the newcomer. "And give me one reason, an single reason to do it, and I will kill you."

"There's a lot of 'kill kill kill' going around, I say we should do a team bonding thing before we go on a mission." Tim joked

The girl laughed. It was back to it's childlike tone. Her eyes shone bright as she stood. "Well mister alien sir, i have some newwws!" She skipped in a circle "You can't kill me" She placed a finger conspiratorially to her lips "My daddy says so" She smiled and sat again, her tone became serious "But back to bussiness, you will all be payed, you will also recive three favors. The Sectorats will see that these conditions are met" She walked to Dirge "Your brother will be healed" To william "Your parents released and your job secured" To Tim "Your race supported and protected" To Ateshen "You get to have an adventure" She smiled again "Please don't compare me to a condiment, before daddy found me, bad people had me"

(Right, you might have noticed that she has SPD, or split personality disorder, she's also insanley emotionally scarred and slightly psychotic)

"One thing there mini, we're taking Jess with us" Tim said

Dirge gave her a look. Now she has daddy issues. I know I'm going to regret this. Dirge gestured towards the door, and asked "So girly, do you have any plans to get us to the archonian sector, or shall we hop in my car and I'll fly us there?"

"Well.. Isn't this just fan-fething-tastic, just what i need, to be threatened by a psychotic kid, to work for people i hate, to do a job that will almost certainly get me killed. What a nice start on the week!" William mumbled as he lowered his Laser Rifle

"Okay guys, lets all stop complaining, theres plenty worse things you can do in this universe. Now I have a ship that can take us to the Archonian sector, we've all got guns and armor and supplies, and I am goddamn sure that none of you are gonna get killed, especially not with you here" Tim said jerking a finger in Jessica's direction

"Ok. Thats get going. Lead the way, missy." Says Atesehn, gathering up great armfulls of food.

"Atty why must you take my food?" Tim joked.
"Also, for the rest of you, who can pilot a ship, because I can, but I'm really a lot better on the guns." Tim said

"Oh, I can fly very well. I got to this planet afterall. And my race, we eat a lot" Says Atesehn, his mouth half full with various food.

William picked up the nearest Apple and polished it for a second before starting to eat it. "Yea we better refuel.."

"You guys really think that me, a known pirate lord, only has this cat gak around?" Tim asked and flicked a button on the wall. A grand banquet table popped up in the center of the room and various delicacies from across the galaxy were presented to the team

After two days on a ship, in a cramped cell Termio felt the ship dock with a mighty clunk and his cell door open but nobody their.
“Get out” A voice said from a speaker “Get out or we will gas you and drag you out!” It repeated. Not wanting trouble Termio stud up bound by the clamps on his hands and his tail with a mighty clamp. Walking out of the cell Termio saw 2 guards with Bolt rifles and 1 of the pilots holding Termio’s heavy weapon.
“Wheres this one going?” Said one of the Guards.
“Take him to the boss.” Said the pilot pointing off the ship “We will bring his gear out” said the pilot as the guards lead out Termio. Walking down the narrow corridors and gloomy rooms Termio saw decay everywhere flesh and metal.
“What the hell is this thing?”Asked a guard
“Some weird race called Merot don’t piss it off that thinks is tough.” Replied the other guard.
“Why does it wear the robe?” The guard asked again.
“Why do you ask so many question?” The guard replied.
After 20 minutes of arguing with each other but final they made it to the hall where they were holding a banquet with different food and other species attending fully armoured and weapons in reach.
"Ahhh our newest guest has arrived, so how do you like our home?” Tim said as he rose from his seat and walked towards Termio. The two guards next to Termio hit his legs and Termio fell to his knees without letting out a grunt and at that time the pilot brought Termio’s armour and weapons in having to use a lift to bring in the armour.
“Now lets look at you face to face." Tim said as he lifted off the hood. Suddenly Termio lifted his head and broke his cuffs and tail guard and lunged at Tim, grabbing his throat and lifted him in the air. Grabbing their weapons everybody watched Termio like a hawk.
“Everyone guns DOWN!” Tim said as he moved his arms to get the guards to lower their weapons.
“Hm you...have.....good.....warriors! But...they...could be......better.” Termio struggled to talk in this strange language.
“They could indeed, but you are quite good, say what you have to say.” Tim replied.
“These.......words mean.........little. For..........now I..........use them.” Termio Said. He dropped Tim, kneeled down, moved his tail to his hand and cut it and placed it on Tim’s chest.
“ I....pledge to serve.... till ....I am....... no longer ......needed.” Termio pledged.
“And I am in no position to decline you that, bring him his gear. And you, pull up a chair.” Tim said and Termino followed.

"So Termio, where are you from?" Tim asked, tossing the alien a fruit

Dirge growled at the newcomer. This Termio was just another reason to watch his back on the mission. Gotta remember, this is for Daniel, he thought, turning away from the alien once it had sat down. Most of the food in front of him he didn't recognize, and so ignored, but there were plenty of Earth based food, which he tore into with a vigor.

"Dirge my friend we're at a feast. LIVE A LITTLE!". Tim roared with a laugh, tossing the giant of a man a grell sausage, a sausage made of the meat from the agri-world Grellis IV.

Dirge stared at the strange meat with distaste, it was oddly colored for meat, and had a smell akin to week old turkey dogs, but when Dirge hazarded a bite, it was delicious, though he decided it was too spiced for his taste. After the occasion with the grell sausage, he tore into the meal, emptying plate after plate of strange foods. He sat back after his third helping of Limar venison, an animal from a far-flung human colony. "I never knew so many kinds of food existed," he sighed with satisfaction, then continued, "so what's your story eh Tim?,"

"Haha, my story? Well before I got picked up by these pirates, nothing all that interesting happened. I was hanging with my friends and this guy snatched my friends purse. Now I loved this friend like a sister, she meant everything to me. So I went and kicked the guys ass. Afterwords I got this weird tattoo that crawled around my body and basically engulfed me. I passed out and woke up in the care of these pirate bastards. They taught me how to control my mutation. I was gonna kill them all, I swear I was. But Barbie stopped me, and I realised I loved them like a family. I stayed on earth a bit, finished college at Sarah Lawrence and then went with these guys to the stars. After the old captain died, he gave me the position, because while the others retreated, I stood and fought the beast that killed him. The rest is history, I've lead raids, grown the empire, done what I wanted, and lived large. I love a good adventure, and y'all are alright, so I think this is gonna be a good mission. What about you Country, how'd you come to this?". Tim asked laughing as Dirge devoured more food

"Simple one I guess. Ma died early, a car crash. Had four older brothers, big and stupid, the lot of us. Drecker was the oldest, then Daniel, after that was Shea (Pronounced Shay), and then Farkas. Pa was a mechanic, fixed farming equipment and whatever else people dragged into his shop. He was an angry guy, never really focused on raising us," Dirge paused, taking note of a bottle of whiskey in arms reach. He snatched it up, using its contents to fill his flask, then he replaced the half empty liquor bottle. "All of us, 'That Hemley lot,' they'd call us, went and joined the military. Drecker went into artillery, Daniel joined him. Shea ended up an officer, and Farkas a footman. I joined a recon team focused of close quarters combat, we saw a whole bunch of urban combat during the Chimerian wars," He paused a second time to take a long draw from the bottle, preserving the whiskey in his flask for later. "Drecker, Shea, and Farkas died in that war. Drecker took a piece of shrapnel to the jugular, bled out. Shea hopped on a grenade, made himself a hero, and Farkas was gunned down in combat. Daniel caught lungrot soon after the war ended, and he's been on Luna ever since. I got stuck back on mars with a two-bit patrol job,"

"That's rough man, I'm sorry about your brothers. But hey, we're gonna get that lungrot cure, I swear on my life I'll die for it if I have to.". Tim said, now itching to get started

"What about you? Whats your story?" Says Atesehn, a large worm-like thing hanging from his mouth.

Termio grabbed the fruit and ate it whole it was bitter but nice he then turned to Tim;
"You....Speak of.......my...home? It....has...no ...name. I...once had.... a... mate....a...wife...you call....and a..... daughter....but..they....are...lost." Termio said. After he spoke he turned to Dirge only to see the look of disgust on his face.
"You have..... no need..... to..... hate me...... or ....fear ...me. I....made a......oath...to....serve Tim.......not to harm.......him..or..others." Termio spoke and then he began to feast on the fine selection of food.

William looked from one monster to another while he slowly cut an apple into pieces eating one piece at a time..
"So... When did this mission turn into a gluttonous feast and an idiotic talk about pasts?"

"Before it started" Says Atesehn who is eating what looks like an enourmous chicken with 6 legs. "So, when are we going to get going?"

Dirge looked thoughtfully at Termio, hesitated for a moment, then spoke, "Damn shame 'bout your family. Hope they died quick man," Dirge hoped he had found a kindred spirit, even if it was something he'd never seen before.

"Well boys, we've all had a good time, but we've yet to hear Atty's story. And Will thats it five minute timeout, corner chair." Tim said

"Hmm, ok. I fought in the chimerian wars and several others. My parent were both killed. My two brothers also lost their lives in the fighting. Bad times. From then onwards, i've also been a sort of pirate. Raiding the accasional small ship that passes my way unprotected." Says Atesehn, before eating a bright red lizard.