ΜØŦĦ€Ř Đ€ΔŘ is a sims story in which the motherplant isn’t a captive in crater lab, but a crime boss residing in her own fortified lair. To achieve this end, I transplanted the Strangerville mystery ...
Outside the crater, but still within sight of it, the “Four Fangs”, have set up camp. This is what Gavin’s ragtag band of scoundrels calls themselves, after their spaceship, the Black Fang.
There is young Shir, whom Gavin remembers running runny-nosed after him and his childhood buddy, Nita, begging to get included into their games and schemes. Well, now he is, and nobody in the region would call Shir’s choice of career anything other than smart. On Tanglewood, working for Godmother garners a person respect.
While Nita doesn’t care about such technicalities, Shir and Gavin stress that they are not pirates, but officially licensed privateers of Godmother. On most of the planet their status gets the fangs into the best clubs, free drinks from admirers included, and in San Myshuno it allows them to at least move about freely without the law enforcement breathing down their neck at every step.
Out of sight right now Hank can be heard tinkering, assisted by an R6 droid. The faithful little robot is a regular crew member, yet it doesn’t get included in the “Four Fangs” count.
The trio approaches their fourth member. Hank Sonderan is the oldest and most experienced fang, but not the leader. Not a follower, either. Hank comes and goes, usually showing up three minutes before launch, his breath smelling of nectar, and is sobered up enough by the time the pirates have located prey to do his part during the raid.
As of late Hank has taken a fancy to a vehicle graveyard he has discovered in the prairie. The remnants of a simpler time speak to the pirate, because he pictures it as a better one. Had Hank lived in the era where those motorbikes were in use, he’d probably dreamed himself back into horse carriage days.
Gavin: “Do you want to stay a filthy pirate forever or want your son to be proud of you, Shir? Me, I’ll go places, just you wait! There’s a Hutt whose crime empire has my name on it. But to secure it, we’ll need assistance.”
Gavin’s ambitions transcend those of the average space pirate. Being Captain with his own ship, even if he could upgrade that to a small fleet, will never be enough for him. Trouble is, Godmother won’t help Gavin achieve his goal, as she’d lose a valuable pawn if the human became her same-ranked ally.
Hank: “Say… when you said “assistance”… You are not that big a fool to ponder allying with the Knights of Ren, are you?”
Gavin: “Nope. Each of them is a force adept, plus, it’s an open secret that they receive much of their funding from Supreme Leader Snoke of the First Order. The knights are out of our league and will still be after we’ve settled down as the new lords of Mos Eir.”
Hank: “That’s your only objection? That they make you feel small?”
Gavin: “Yeah, yeah, I know, the world is bad, I’m the worst, and it’s nectar time again. Just make sure to…”
Hank: “…sell the bike first, check. Take care out here, kids.”
Shir: “Why are you calling Hank a fossil all the time? He’s not that old, you know. Just greyed early.”
Gavin: “Yeah, I know. It’s not an age-thing at all, more like him belonging to another era. Hank used to be a big thing in the rebel alliance, a *beep*ing officer, highly decorated and respected.”
Shir: “I didn’t know that. What made him leave the do-gooders?”
Gavin: “His little son died in, I dunno, an airstrike, I think, while Hank was fighting at some other front. That broke him and now what’s left of the man lives on the bottom of an empty nectar bottle. It’s a shame, really…”
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