CRIMES Part 2

[stabsbothways]

Who: Isabela Grace and her crew of ne'er do-wells. Open to friends and friends of friends.
Broadcast: None
Action: Various across the belt (see prompts)
When: Throughout May
Notes: Continuation of Part 1.

{{ Robin Hood Up In Here }}

With Nami's sleuthing, they've managed to find a pretty juicy target. The asteroid Danoth is a small little uninhabitable rock on paper, but it's a warehouse for the Baron Pritchard Calarook, whose primary security is its secrecy (now foiled).

Raider ships are outfitted with a handy dandy stealth drive, so they're past the meager defenses before anyone there knows, so it's just a matter of a) infiltrating the place, b) evading or disabling the security force, and then c) profit.

Isabela Grace is going in through an air vent with the assault team.


{{ Slaves Aren't Cargo, Mate }}

Part of the the Baron's hold is apparently devoted to slavery. Grace's good mood at having taken the facility and browsing through hold after hold of weapons and riches is visibly tarnished at the discovery of a whole wing of people. Talk to her then or-

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-later, after she's released all the slaves on Meston with a pretty substantial percentage of the warehouse loot. She doesn't want them to just get picked up again and sold back into slavery. It's not because she's nice, though, she'll insist. It's for these other reasons that she just doesn't feel like sharing with you this very moment. Shut up!


{{ Drinks are on Me! }}

After a good heist all around, and a few trips to fence off the remaining goods, even split between everyone in the group (with a bit extra for Grace) still leaves everyone pretty happy. Drinks are on her in Telluria!


{{ All Good Things }}

It seems that the Baron Pritchard Calarook doesn't take kindly to being robbed blind, so the first indication that things might be going to shit while everyone gets drunk is the Aveline getting blown to shit. He's a well connected man, and he's tracked then down and sent a gunship and a small battalion to make an example of everyone.

Oops.

Comments

Drinks Are On Me - So After All This Stuff

[universal_charm]

<sub>[ He had been against the whole thing at first. Stealing, on the whole, felt wrong to him, but he could make exceptions. Who was he kidding, he had made a lot of exceptions in his day. He stole a religious scroll once and had a whole tribe of aliens chasing after him - but it had been for a good cause! He needed them distracted while they froze their volcano, you see.

But, anyways, turns out coming on this heist had been a good thing. He didn't feel the least bit sorry about what they had done, and he already had some nifty little tid bits he planned on broadcasting as soon as he could. He had no idea if it would help, but it was something.

He came to Isabella, handing her a beer as he took a seat and gave her a wry little smile. ]</sub>

If you're not careful, they'll start calling you Robin Hood.

[stabsbothways]

[ She takes the beer, and returns a puzzled expression. ]

Unless the population of this belt has more overlap with your world's fiction than mine, I have doubts.

[ AKA who the fuck is Robin Hood? ]

[universal_charm]

_{[ Well, she did have a point. But his point stood the same. ]}

There is debate on if he existed or not, but the basics are he stole from the rich and gave to the poor. Crime committed for a good cause.

[stabsbothways]

Is that what you think I'm doing? I think you're attributing far more charitable intentions than exist.

Do you have any other folk heroes who steal from anyone for the purposes of making themselves rich?

[universal_charm]

Well, I'm sure Robin Hood kept a little bit for himself. I doubt anyone's quite that altruistic.

_{[ A shrug. ]}

For all one knows that's what he was out to do, it just never quite worked out that way.

[stabsbothways]

The story of a thief who developed a reputation for accidentally giving away all of their hard won loot sounds tragically depressing.

[universal_charm]

Well, I think he was some kind of nobility before he came a thief. Like someone usurped his position.