We Should Head Home

Posted on Tue Jul 29th, 2025 @ 1:52am by Jysol Elim & Atys Tur
Edited on on Wed Jul 30th, 2025 @ 1:45am

1,022 words; about a 5 minute read

Mission: Trillius Prime
Location: Pirate Ship

L'Diran second in charge Jysol Elim walked down the corridor after doing a quick inventory of the stolen good from the transport they attacked a few hours ago. The last few weeks attacking Trill ships and various others that came close to the sector had been a successful run. The plan was to stay another week, but with this so call Starfleet ship that came out of nowhere, it was probably best they changed their plans and head home. Reaching the Captain's office, Jysol banged on the door.

Atys Tur looked up from his charts, face morphing into a scowl as he was disturbed. With a holdful of pirated material, he was on the hunt for more. The Trill had proven no problem, and he doubted anyone else in the vicinity would. Several mining worlds and frontier colonies were close by. Each would prove rich pickings and even easier prey to his ruthless crew. 'Enter!' he snarled.

"Captain," the younger male spoke as he stormed into the room. "A full inventory of our bounty this past three weeks." Looking at the charts spread across the table; Elim noted some additional targets circled. "You're planning on more attacks?"

Green eyes flashing, Tur looked on his Second. 'Yes,' he said simply. 'The amount of acelon we need is great - we have much from the Trill, but we need more for our people.' He gestured at the charts and grunted, 'they hold it in abundance.' His voice dropped, becoming lower, 'and think of the rewards of a successful hunt - they might even give you your own ship.'

Thinking about the possibility of his own ship, Jysol smile. That smile quickly turned into a frown. "Now what about this Starfleet vessel that came out of nowhere?"

'What of them? Their worlds are far from here - they have no interest in us,' Tur replied reasonably, leaning back in his chair. 'And what could they do - they are one ship. They can't possible cover all our possible targets.' He smirked, 'we can strike and fade away, and return with our prize.'

"We should learn more about them. They saved that Trill transport. That could have been a one time event or there might have an alliance. It was one ship, but it had some serious weapons. Plus, it might just be one of many that will be arriving to this region."

Tur wavered a moment. His second spoke sensibly. Then he snarled, frustrated at the challenge to his orders. 'You speculate. Better to take our chances now while our enemies are few - return to the homeworld, a of what our people need. We can deal with the Trilli and their new friends later, when we are stronger!'

When Tur's mind was made up, it was little that anyone could do to change his mind. Sighing in frustration, he nodded in agreement with his Captain's orders. "Guess the advantage is that they have no idea where we'll strike next."

Knowing he had the victory over his subordinate, Tur nodded, 'yes - we know this space. They do not.' Tur was cunning, and waved his hand over the charts. 'Where do you think we should strike next Elim? What do you think our people would appreciate the most?'

Jysol moved closer to the chart. Pointing to one of the planets, he nodded. "This one is a fairly new colony. Low population, but they're known for mining. Should have a low level of security present."

'New is good,' Tur nodded in confirmation. 'Mining even better,' he chuckled and clapped his Second on the shoulder, 'good eyes. You'll make a good raider one day when you have your own vessel. How long til we can get there at our present speed?' It was a constant struggle to move through the area as fast as possible to avoid patrols, but conserve enough energy that they weren't a drain on L'Dira resources.

"Taking a safe route, I would say eight hours if everything goes smoothly."

'Good - eight hours is enough time to refine our plan,' Tur rubbed his hands together. 'Let's pull up the charts, check the settlement's layout.' He went to the single terminal in the room, keyed in his personal code and brought up some information. 'Let's hope that Orion Syndicate dealer's information was worth the price.' He beckoned Jysol closer, 'what do you see?'

The second wasn't too fond of the Syndicate. Stealing was one thing, but slavery wasn't something he respected. Dealing with the Orions on occasion for information was one thing. Otherwise, he wanted nothing to do with them. "According their information there's a gap in the security patrols route around here."

Cocking his head, Tur studied the chart in front of him, where his Second was pointing. 'That's right. Should be easy to get in and out, don't you think? There's plenty of stuff to take according to the information we bought.' Grabbing a battered PADD, he began entering information into it. 'How many men do you think we'll need - ten or so should be sufficient to keep the locals quiet and load up the grav pallets, right?'

"Ten to maintain control while we load up."

'Then we have the beginnings of a plan,' Tur responded with a wolfish grin. He would be sorry when his Second left his side. He was capable, strong with a clear head for strategy and tactics. In truth, he was probably right that they should worry about the Starfleet vessel that was now in the area, but Tur felt Elim could do with learning that risk was almost certainly reward in this part of space.

"I'll head to the bridge and set the course," Elim replied.

'An excellent idea. Go on ahead, I'll update our report, and head on up once done,' Tur replied with a toothy smile, satisfied at the outcome.

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Captain Atys Tur (apb Plaatjes)
Commanding Officer
Pirate Ship

Jysol Elim (apb Hunt)
First Officer
Pirate Ship

 

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