Jacob just snorted, he knew the captain had done his research. He said nothing bu leaned against the wall, feeling the poison slowly lift away. It would take a while, but even at half strength he’d stand more of a chance.

“I’m Lucena…” She said, looking down, “And I’m just a light nymph.” Lucena fidgeted with her fingers, biting her lip nervously.

Fergus smiled.
“So we have three cooperators and two of the strong, silent type do we?”
He signaled one of his men, and he handed him a clipboard.

“I’ll just figure it out on my own then.” He said as he examined the pages.

“Let’s see.. As you’ve already said we’ve got Sam the circus birdie, Lucena the light nymph, and Z the Cyborg”
Fergus once again looked at the prisoners from left to right. “I assume the hooded Morian gentleman walking about the imperial cruiser is this “Volcacius Tacitus” character then. Tsk. What a shame.”

“The quiet giant here is Nathaniel Morgan the Mirumterrian, age 26.
The captain paused for a moment, reading ahead.
“Height, weight, apperance, classified… Ah, here we are; known weaknesses.”
He cleared his throat and read out loud directly from the charter.
“WARNING! Subject posesses the power to trigger hallucinations in hostiles. Take caution! Should control over subject be lost, expose to large amounts of water immediately!”
He chuckled. “Not a water fan are you? Good to know.”

Fergus put his hands behind his back and walked over to the younger man leaning against the wall.
“And then there’s you, Jacob.” His eyes narrowed, and he examined the boy from top to bottom. “What makes you so special?”

“Oh I intend to. Trust me.”
Fergus turned and walked back to the front of the room.
“What confuses me most, you see, is why an imperial cruiser carrying only 6 prisoners, would risk travelling through our part of the galaxy?”
He turned, scratching his chin.
“And why the charter of one of them would be labeled “Classified”, from beginning ’till end?”

He dropped the clipboard on the floor. The black, cencored lines on the frontmost document visable to all.

“So I’ll ask again. What makes you so special? What is your connection?”

The boy was beginning to get on Fergus’ nerves. He needed to regain control of the situation. Usually, captured slaves were terrified at this point, begging to join up with him in order to live.
Then again, these people did not appear to be usual slaves. The boy was literally laughing at him. He sendt a deckhand to take care of him, and his neck was broken in a matter of seconds.

He did not intend to start a war against someone he did not know anything about. For all he knew, the boy was a walking arms factory. The men had all drawn rifles and swords, and were all all looking at Jacob.

Anon smiled sadistically, “You really don’t wanna do that.” he chuckled again before he continued his story, “So, they have been trying to make the ‘perfect soldier’. They sent him in with one of their platoons, and the experiment worked just as expected. It whipped the enemy out in minutes while it was at full strength. The Empires soldiers brought him back in, unchained. But they laughed at him, tried to put it in a cage.. metaphorically anyway,” he chuckled some more, “When the general called in to tell them the experiment was not going well. That he had found his army torn to shreds. They left him there to die.” he looked at all of the pirates with a malicious smile, a few of them had begun to shake. They obviously are starting to realize who he was, and he laughed again, “Tell me, Captain, Do you know what happened to the experiment?”

Nate rolled his eyes. He was bored. Being captured was boring. If there. As one thing that bored Nate more than anything, it would be negotiations.

Ooc: mostly cause I dont particurly know what’s going on…

((I just sort of go with the flow, so sure, let’s get down to business))

“You dare threaten me? On my ship!?”
Fergus no longer felt a need to remain civil.
“No one gives me orders! Especially not some.. slave!”
He reached for his blade.
“You can take your proposition and-”

A sudden explotion. The ship shook violently and all the men in the room fell tumbling to the floor.

Sam looked around terrified. *What the hell have I gotten myself into?* He thought to himself the others really scared him he was in fact just a bird boy, with no life experience or skills besides the ones he learned at the circus all fancy flying and juggling. He decided to pretend to be asleep for a while it seemed like the smartest plan at the moment.

“I’m nobodies property,” hissed Jacob. Even if they did get him back, he’d just try and kill the emperor again. Not like any of them knew that part. Ironic that the being they created to wipe out their enemies had become their biggest fear. “Now what’s that explosion..” he started to near the door.