Thread: Piracy and Power Plays - KeeXeyn/AlluringEnigma

Vanessa Aerins was on standby for the next raid. For some that consisted of solitary confinement in their chambers while they gathered their thoughts and said their prayers. For others, it was obsessing over taking apart and cleaning their gun, only to repeat the action over and over again, as if the gun had managed to pick up some unseen dirt in the few seconds after its reassembly. For Vanessa, it meant drinking copiously with the boys. CHUG! CHUG! CHUG! CHUG! came the thunderous roar of her crew. Vanessa was busy downing a large tankard of black rum - even in space pirates followed their roots. She loosened her throat and tilted her head back as she allowed the last few gulps of the stinging liquid to burn through her esophagus and settle into her toned belly, a slow-burning fire now nestled in her stomach as she slammed the tankard down on the grey mess hall table. WHOOOOOOOOOO! she shouted out, shaking her head from the stiff drink and sending a firm punch towards the man to her left. Pay up, Eric, you bitch! she shouted again, her words slightly slurred. It used to be that Vanessa would have to remain perfectly sober when the raiding party was on watch that had changed quickly once she was put in charge of it, however. The first raid she had gone into absolutely blitzed, she had no doubt that her comrades had expected her to end up hurt or dead by the end of it. Instead, she had rushed into battle with a fervor that seemed inhuman. Any thoughts that her newfound confidence as leader was from drink was quickly put to rest when she had dove to tackle one of the under-supplied security guards and fish-hooked him in plain view of the rest of the small security force. It had been the first time in a while that the Aurora's Vengeance had received such a quick act of surrender from their prey. Now, it had become near tradition for her inner circle to spend the time in preparation of raids getting absolute blitzed. Sometimes, they would compete amongst each other to see who could get the most combined drinks and kills. Vanessa rarely lost. She thrust out her tankard at the slave behind the counter of the bar, expecting another refill. The girl eagerly topped off the tankard. Unlike some of the crew, Vanessa rarely abused the slaves of the ship - she saw too much of her own upbringing in them. Vanessa took a long swig of the beverage, coughing a little at the strength of the alcohol, before putting down the tankard. As if she had some sort of innate sense of timing, the intercom on the ship crackled across the spacious mess hall, the Captain's voice purring across the ship Target in range. Fighters to your station. Raiding Party on standby. Vanessa cracked her knuckles, a bloodthirsty grin on her face as she looked to her left and right, roaring out Ready to get some fresh blood, boys! Her voice seemed to fill the room with its confidence. She had done this near a thousand times now, but the excitement never seemed to die for the young raider. Every raid was like Easter, Christmas and Halloween all rolled into one for her, and her circle of raiders could swear they could still see her Cheshire-like grin through the bandanna she had pulled up over her mouth. To the boarding craft, boys she shouted, pulling out her pistol and holding it aloft in the air excitedly as she strutted towards the craft, her loud and rowdy crew tightly in tow.