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Icius was surprised no one heard him fall over, so he decided to hide behind the door to the room the whole commotion was going on. Eventually, someone came out: a rather large female creature. She looked highly intimidating, but she looked like she might be worth picking her pockets to see if she had anything worth stealing. So Latch decided to sneak up on the big ogre lady, making sure to tread as lightly as he could, when suddenly...

"Who is there!?"

Busted! Latch looked back to see a giant bear in the ship too. At this point, Latch decided it would be best to try and fight his way through the group. ...Oh who was he kidding, these massive creatures both sandwhiching him? There was only one way to fight them.

"Go on," Latch said. "Let's see what you got."

Sarkaras stopped when she heard Icias and turned, soon noticing Latch. "Your ship has speaking Vermin. I highly doubt that is a good thing..."Sarkaras said.

"We're pig and he is verman huh?" Icias was mad now, "Hey Reggie, if you get your Fat hooker, then I get this fuzzy guy!" Icias turned to the creature and dropped to one knee, the Polar Bearon roared politely loud, not knowing if the creature was female yet. "Well met friend, what is your name?" Icias cocked his head keeping the heavy female in his outer vision, "would you like to join the crew? That's Reggie, he's the captain, I'm Icias, the pilot/ mechanic, and that's it! The entire crew!!!"

Sarkaras raised a brow. "Is this being not a rodent? I was under the impression that rodents weren't very welcome in your society, considering how I've seen some beings react to them."Sarkaras said in response. She two couldn't tell if Latch was male or female, and had simply assumed Latch was Genderless. "And what's a hooker? Someone with hook-like claws or hands?"Sarkaras asked. "Y'know you're lucky she doesn't know what a Hooker is pal. And how the hell did you get on my ship?"Reggie asked looking at Latch.

"Huh, join your crew?" Latch asked, his voice obviously being male. "I mean, I was just here looking for stuff, and I get asked to join your group? You have no idea who I am, my presence here is awfully random, but who cares, let's just add the random Siuradei to our roster. Cute offer really, but no."

Again, Latch was a thief who was trying to take stuff that wasn't his, so the fact that the bear wanted him to join their group seemed to have come out of left field. "And by the way, I'm not a rodent. ...And YOU aren't a bear, are you?"

"I'm a Bearon with Herratage in the polar regions of my home world," he said. "If your not joining Reggie, then may I join you? I see no honor or Adventure in a captain who gets pushed around by his guests." Icias was pretty much ready to leave the crew, he invited Latch more as a joke tempting Reggie to get rid of the woman. But since that plan had failed Icias didn't know where he stood on the whole idea of flying around the Galaxy with this guy. It didn't seem wise anymore. Icias let go of a single tear that was hidden by his fur, "no Space Viking would show as much drunken dishonor as this man...."

"Well when you're like, the only human space viking, ninety five percent of the aliens you meet are suddenly ten times worse than the worst thing you can find back on earth. Humans are really squishy compared to a Bearron, a K'zayl, and I'm assuming a what ever he said he was. Doesn't help that those other Jackasses didn't train me in anything...."Reggie said. "'Sides, that old crew I was with wasn't much better."Reggie added.

"Huh? It seems you have no idea why I am here," Latch stated. "Well, I'm a Siuradei of few words, so I don't plan on blathering why I'm here any time soon. With that in mind, it might be a good idea for me to, oh you know, take my leave then."

Latch started to circle around the group till he was out of sight of the Bearon. While he walked by, he saw Reggie the space viking and noticed he had things worth stealing on him. Latch tried to see if he could pick Reggie's pocket of any valuables he might have on him with his mechanical arms.

Icias walked off the ship, feeling this new sense of defeat. Space Vikings were so popular about a hundred years ago, where had they all gone? And why was Reggie, a drunken coward, the only one left?? Icias left his less valuable things on the ship, the only things of value he had were a few expensive tools; Torch Wand, Rivet Gun, and pictures of him and his brother. Along with at stuff he had with him a hollo-map of the Galaxy. Not very rare, but worth a fair amount of Credits. He walked fairly far away from the ship and opened his hollo-map, zooming in onto Cryoss he lowered his head. "Why did I ever leave you Grislock?" He said to himself.

It didn't seem like anyone noticed Latch took anything just yet. With what he stole hidden in a convenient location, he made his leave off the ship. All the while, he eventually saw the Bearon again. Latch noticed he seemed a bit saddened by something. Latch couldn't help but feel sorry for him. Latch may have been a thief, but he wasn't all bad.

The exit of the ship closed up. "When we're done I'll come back to pick you up. Later Icias."Reggie said over the ship's loud speakers as it left. "CRAP! I heard him say something about not being able to jum pto light speed, but I forgot what he said was preventing us from doing that!"Reggie groaned. "What ever, I'll ask when I get him."He said to himself as the ship flew off.

Icias wiped his eyes once he saw Latch, "what are you looking at?" He wasn't trying to be rude, Bearons hated rudeness, but he really didn't want to deal with the little alien right now. "Go steal some jewels or something," Icias said, shutting down his hollo-map and pocketing it in his bag.

"Okay, if I was a wanted Space Pirate and Gangster, where would I go?"Reggie asked himself. Several thoughts popped into his head. A bar. An empty warehouse. Alleyways. But most of those weren't ideal places for a Pirate to leave a planet. Then the thought of an abandoned port came into his head. "Are we there yet pig?"Sarkaras asked entering the cock pit. "No, not yet."Reggie replied. "Of course. Can't expect some fat male with a weird helmet to get anything done."Sarkaras groaned. "Well, how 'bout you 'drive' the ship?"Reggie offered. "Gladly. I'm positive I could do it leagues better than you."Sarkaras said. "That was sarcasm."Reggie responded, face palming. "I need you to do something for me."Reggie said. "What, can a man not do it?"Sarkaras asked. Reggie groaned. "Can something not be sexist with you? No wonder Icias hates you so much. I need you to go over to that terminal, and do an Net Web search for Abandoned Ports in Gerob on Kylon."Reggie instructed. "You, do know how to work that ri-"Reggie asked before being cut off. "Of course I do."Sarkaras said, searching up the info as Reggie had suggested. "From the search I performed, there seems to be only one abandoned 'port' in the city. The Co... Cor... Cord Nets?.... The numbers for it say thirty four point sixty five."Sarkaras read off, not knowing how to pronounce coordinates. "Alright, we'll be there in a few seconds." Reggie said, keeping an eye on the coordinates.

Soon the ship came upon the port. Reggie landed outside the entrance and he and Sarkaras went inside. "Alright, I'll send in a few scouting bots. See if we can find him."Reggie said. He had been carrying a bag with him. He pulled out a few small greyish-blue ball-like items. He pressed the sides of them in before tossing them into the air. The balls lit up and began floating, before darting off. Reggie glanced at his phone, which had several feeds from the surveillance bots. He flipped through each feed. Most showed completely empty rooms, with some debree scattered about. However, one feed had Mor'ypp standing in an empty port, apparently waiting for something. "Alright, found him. Let's go."Reggie said heading off, Sarkaras close behind.

"Steal some jewels?" How did Icias know Latch was a thief? He didn't catch Latch stealing a rare human artifact from Reggie, did he? Latch never brought it up. "No silly, I don't steal jewels. ...Well usually. I just saw you treading along and, hey, I feel kind of sorry for you. Maybe I could help you out a bit. Treat you to lunch? After all, we're both descendants of Earthan animals, right? We gotta stick together, right?"

Latch was starting to get close to Icias and the thing he kept his belongings in. Latch contemplated whether he wanted to plant the artifact in there or not, but he kept looking at Icias and had a hard time pushing himself to do so. It wasn't like Latch to feel sympathetic, but... no, actually that was his weakness. Sometimes, he would see little kids getting bullied, and Latch would often scare the bullies off and buy the kids a treat with money he made from stolen goods.

Icias smiled, he was awful hungry, "yeah ok, lunch sounds nice." Icias stood up, "sorry I assumed you were a theif, just why else would you have been on some one else's ship without being invited..." Icias didn't really care, the only things he had of value were his tools. But value was only relitive. They were worth a couple hundred credits each. But nothing too expensive, he was a lowly mechanic and junior pilot only a day or two ago. Once the two got to the resteraunt Icias began to eat... A LOT. Handfuls of sea food swallowed whole, "so what are you doing on this side of the Galaxy? And where do you call home Latch??"

"Ummm, well..." Latch was too busy thinking to speak clearly. (Holy cripes, he's eating a lot! He's going to clean out half my money at this rate! Slow down fatso, I've got money but I'm not that rich!) Latch still felt too sorry for Icias to say anything. "Well, I'm a Siuridie, which many think is derived from an Earthen term for Squirrel. My kind... well... We used to have a planet but... it blew up. Pretty much all of my species spends their life as, well let's call them drifters. There's still quite a lot of us, but we're all over the galactic map."

"Wow," Icias said between bites, "well as a Bearon, my home world is a moon of Jupiter in the Sol System." A single claw was raised alerting the waiteress that he would be needing another plate of Orbit Crabs soon. "But my brother had a dream when he was younger, to help people. So we moved across the Galaxy to a poor ice planet called Cryoss and set up a Space Cruiser repair shop." The Orbit Crabs were placed on the table by a two headed woman along with another beverage for the both of them, she looked disgusted by the way Icias was eatting. "With the news of our garage on Cryoss, aliens from all over the lower quadrent came and spent money on our planet while my brother and I worked on their ships. It created an economic boom for our little ice planet!" What Icias didn't say was how in the last 80 years of working for his brother, numerous other mechanics popped up closer to them cutting business in half and Icias has grown bored and restless with life. On the Monitor above the bar a news anchor was talking quickly about a man who destroyed stuff or something, Icias wasn't paying much attention to anything outside the Orbit Crabs and Latch's response.

Sarkaras and Reggie got to the room Mor'ypp was in, but stopped when they saw a very clunky ship lower itself into the port. Out of the ship came a large cloaked figure. From just guessing alone, Reggie had assumed the being was taller than even Sarkaras. "Hold up."Reggie said, stopping Sarkaras. The new being and Mor'Ypp seemed to be discussing something, though they couldn't hear what.

"Woah! Okay, slow down! That's the last plate of Orbit Crab I'm paying for you," Latch impulsed. "I said I'd pay for lunch, I didn't say I'd let you clean my income like laundry." Latch knew he shouldn't have said it that way, but Icias was running him up too far. (I hope this artifact pays for what this bear owes me,) Latch thought to himself. "Sounds like you had a succesful business," Latch responded to Icias story. "Why did you leave?"

Icias smiled before nodding, embarrassed by his appetite, "sorry I haven't eatten in like two days." The Bearon cleaned his mouth as he finished of the last of the crab meat, "working on space cruisers and star speeders was my brothers dream," he scratched his stomach before answering his new friends question. "But like I said, that was my brothers dream. I may be a mechanic, but my dream is to be the greatest pilot in the Galaxy!" He had this new sense of comfort, he thought that Reggie was his friend before the sudo-Viking betrayed him for some alien harlet. But with Latch, they were kinda the same, out of place in the stars, but together, they were unstoppable. "How about you Latch?" The monitor continued to murmur in the background.