A Pirate Encounter

• in the first one 9 pirates are forced to meet authorities of Frankeros 

[For an hour they waited for his arrival at the secured space port of Hel-Tartarus. A former colony that transformed into a space port on a moon of  an outer rim planet close to the unknown parts of space. Four tired, disgruntled envoys of the Frankeros Federation sat waiting for their contacts.]

Envoy 1: "Where the bugger are they?"

Envoy 2: "Relax Claimer of the Gifts, those buccaneering outlaws will be here."

Envoy 3: "Saidon Vex, is that is name?"

Envoy 1: "He calls himself that, yet his name has been somewhat lost to those who once hailed him."

Envoy 3: "I figured as much, how did he lose his reputation again? Keebul do we need such a small force?"

Envoy 4 Keebul: *scoffs* " If this Pirate wants our services then he must not attack a partner or consider it."

Envoy 2: "Envoy Bachus, Envoy Keebul calm yourselves this deal will succeed. We just have to meet the man."

Envoy 1: "Why does he take this long then? I was expecting him to arrive an hour ago!"

Envoy 2: "Patience Envoy Maghueel we shall see him when he arrives. Bachus, Keebul why do we only have eight soldiers, 3 night watchmen, a sheriff and one auxiliary to protect us?"

Keebul: "Having more guards will send bad signals! If it makes you more comfortable I shall send the watchmen off!"

Maghueel: "Now we have fewer men! Be on the look out for those buccaneers!"

Bachus: "He would kill them you know that!"

Envoy 2: "I doubt that, here he comes! Lord Captain Vex over here!"

Maghueel: Confound it Fohdneer this meeting needs to be discrete!"

Fohdneer: "Just let me do the talking so each of you stifle it!"

[A group of Nine Pirates approaches them.]

Vex: "Lovely night isn't it?"

Fohdneer: "I could not ask for a better time to meet with you, Captain."

Vex: "My crew is short on men however we do have forty three to man the Mechanized Sloop of War."

Fohdner: "We have plenty of sailors to replenish your crew."

Vex: "Excellent, when do you need me to set sail and what am I hauling?"

Fohdner: "Within a week's time we need your ship to guide a convoy to a certain planet."

Vex: "And the cargo?"

Fohdner: "Weapons, ammunition, vehicles, helmets, armor, fuel, and supplies."

Vex: "Are we going to war or something?"

Fohdner; "Let's just say we already have."