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Tavali


The Angel Celinox
Owner: Shantal

Age: 6 years, 3 months, 1 week

Born: March 18th, 2013

Adopted: 6 years, 3 months, 1 week ago

Adopted: March 18th, 2013


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October 23rd, 2015

Statistics


  • Level: 311
     
  • Strength: 777
     
  • Defense: 779
     
  • Speed: 774
     
  • Health: 777
     
  • HP: 765/777
     
  • Intelligence: 395
     
  • Books Read: 389
  • Food Eaten: 5
  • Job: Captain Jacques First Mate


Story

Sleek, silver, and beautiful as the girls on Oluthia. I couldn't afford a ride like that with an honest man's salary, not if I worked the diamond mines of Orion VII for the next ten years.

Her owner is in no such financial plight. He actually has a squad of Tevions as guards. Those overgrown lizard-men may not look like much from a distance but they can snap the neck of a tanther one-handed. I don't know about you, but I wouldn't want to take on a cat the size of a horse with seven rows of teeth. These guys do it for sport.

I will return for you, beautiful Horizon, but not today. I should not be back on Zeveli. The Squad has made it abundantly clear that I am not welcome at this port. I have the laser scar on my leg to prove it.

My last voyage ended badly. The Captain is what they called an old salt back in the days when ships were limited to sailing the oceans of Earth. He drank the Ormoda wine, chugging each lilac drink as if it were water. I took him for an easy mark. Gaining control of the ship was much too easy. I barely dodged the obedience collar the Second tried to slip around my neck. I made it to the nearest escape pod which was preset to land at the closest safe port.

I still have my plasma beam though it's at half-charge. The bag of marks I stole from the Captain's cabin will get me passage on a merchant vessel if I'm not too picky.

Ah, there it is. One of those floating metal cubes with supplies enough to sustain a planet for two years. It looks like their last trade was unsuccessful. Excellent. They will not be able to resist a strong body with a pocket full of marks.

The Captain eyes me with a mixture of hostility and mistrust. Honest men don't sign onto a voyage like this at the last minute. Three of his regulars are landed, though, and he's desperate. I play ignorant when he quotes a price twice the usual rate. That seems to appease him a little.

It is just my luck that the navigator is an idiot. Rather than Gorn III we end up hovering over Gorn VI. Rather than wearing leis weaved by the supple fingers of Gorinas, we stare down at the inhospitable stretches of carnivorous forest that cover 80% of the planet's surface. Perhaps the ship's mechanic is a relation. She failed to secure a gasket and we must hover in this shuddering metal bomb while the Captain takes too long to make a decision. One decimal point out of place and our guts will be blown across the galaxy with a million titanium parts.

I never achieved the rank of pilot officially, but I can fly. It's a vital skill when so many people want you dead. It is a pleasure to disappoint them. I do not intend to die easily and certainly not at the hand (or claw) of any creature. I absolutely refuse to die in space. Just the idea of floating for all eternity in that void could drive the stoutest bluthak mad.

They all stare at me as I punch in coordinates that will not set us down in some hungry plant's tentacles. They hate me. The feeling is mutual. These men who train for years for just such scenarios as this always hesitate in the critical moment. Donning a spare survival suit, I set out to do a bit of exploring. A mechanic I am not.

I pilfered a bag of cosmoids from the Captain's quarters when we were negotiating my boarding fee. He turned his back for maybe thirty seconds and I had the combination of his private safe. So predictable.

They are strange black gems, each with a clear flaw in the heart that takes on a new color for each handler. Some say they reveal the color of a man's soul. I take one out of the bag, holding up beneath the light of this planet's three suns. The clear flaw changes to a blue-green swirl. I tuck it away again before it can draw any unwanted notice.

The murmur of an incoming ship catches my attention. It is a small vessel, one of the Cruiser class. A scout for the Interstellar Police. Crap.

This will take very careful timing. I need the cadet to board the merchant ship but I can't give him enough time to do a signature scan. If he locks onto me while I'm still on the planet surface he can track me to any port, regardless of distance.

I take care to disable the radio as the Cruiser's engines fire up. Must be a real rookie. He was actually dumb enough to disable his security shield so he wouldn't have to go through the bother of clearance when he wanted to board again. I love rookies.

In about 30 seconds they'll have me on a watch list if I don't do something. Every Cruiser in a five-planet radius will be on my tail fins if they don't just decide to shoot me. Good thing even these one-man ships come with a distress call. The nearest port is Aranti. Not one I'm familiar with. Perfect.

Sometimes the forces of the universe hand you a bit of fortune with a big, sloppy kiss. I spot my silver beauty as I come in for a landing. She sulks behind a line of red quarantine tape. I've got my story all prepared the moment I land. I almost fall into the arms of the Squad Leader who runs forward to confront me. I give him the cadet's badge and the name of the merchant vessel, sobbing my story of being stranded by space bandits and going to beg the merchants for safe passage under Port Law. A Captain who leaves any man, woman, or other humanoid stranded on a planet can lose their license. This Captain seemed to be having engine troubles, I insist. The Cruiser arrived as the first passengers stumbled off, their faces marked with the green splotches of Syluvian Fever. I stole the cruiser and activated the air lock in time or I'd be dead by now. I beg the SL to send someone to those poor souls on Gorn VI.

I'm quite the actor, for a pirate. They even set me up in a fancy hotel room where I can eat like a Globun prince and watch any of seventy-five thousand intergalactic channels. It's the kind of place where every seemingly harmless plant and abstract painting is secretly a diversion device, designed to give you feelings of contentment so you'll cough up another 25 grand for just one more night. One night almost always turns into seven. Somewhere out there are a merchant Captain and cadet going through the unpleasant process of decontamination. Nobody messes around with Syluvian Fever, but the Squad didn't earn the respect of the galaxies by being stupid. The truth will come out sooner rather than later and I'd rather not be present for the inquiry.

The lobby has a group of live Oluthian performers. Curse you zillionaires of Tion! Maybe I could stay for a few hours...No! Keep moving or you'll be waking up in one of their interrogation chambers.

It would seem whatever mysterious space pox struck the owner of Horizon is not one a Tevion can claim immunity to. Only one of their number stands on the entry ramp, looking pale even for a Tevion.

It is not hard to get my hands on one of the bright yellow protection suits. The Tevion watches me board with little interest. The cleaning process for a contaminated ship is intense and no crewman is allowed to take more than a fifteen-minute shift. The Tevion does not realize the cleaning crew finished an hour ago. He staggers off the ramp in surprise as I activate the air lock.

Let them send the whole Squad Fleet! They'll never catch me! The Horizon is faster than even my fantasies had led me to believe. I plug in the coordinates almost without thinking. From one dream to another.

It is believed that Aelpha was the first planet with life though few are willing to travel the distance to prove that theory. The native race died out centuries ago, leaving behind a library of unspeakable scholarly value.

I've got all the time in the galaxy and the owner had good taste. The wine in particular is exquisite. I didn't even know there were any bottles of the 3197 vintage Gonglax sherry left in the galaxy, not after the Squad raided Gorgola the Fearless. It is said he had a collection of every potent punch from every world, even Earth's sorry swill.

Is there anything that compares to the feel of a brittle page between your fingers? You can almost feel you are the lost member of an ancient pantheon, looking down with pity on your primitive worshippers, when you read a passage set down at the dawn of life.

I cannot spare more than a glance to admire the gorgeous landscape or the rainbow-hued creatures that swarm around me in a burst of color, but a glance is enough to leave an everlasting impression that this place is truly paradise. The flowers bend down on pale green stems to release a subtle fragrance that brings to mind Mother's apple pie, the thrill of a space chase, and the discovery of a lost chest of ancient scrolls all at once. Their colors shift subtly in the light, now a pale lavender, now a bright and wonderful crimson. A painter would go mad here.

I do not know how many hours I have spent passing from one marvel to another. There are a thousand halls, each filled with new wonders. Scrolls written on the back of some alligator-like skin with chairs of the same material. A room entirely black and white with odd geometric shapes and telescreens begging to be swiped with a curious finger. Books bound in what looks like solid gold with gems I have no name for on the bindings.

The greatest treasure, though, is surely the map room. What use of color and detail! What glorious variety that shows the minds of a million civilizations! Not all are crude sketches of a land mass and its formations. Here is a temple to some forgotten sea goddess, her aqua hair flowing in a river from which tiny blue fish leap. This one shows the course through a maze of some kind. The grotesque snarling gargoyles to the side might lead you to believe this was the original lair of the Minotaur but from what few words I can understand, I determine it is actually an amusement park of some kind. There are even a handful of mind maps. Mind maps! Those impossibly complicated sketches of elite brains, allowing the scholar to read the every thought of the creator through an intricate series of symbols so tiny they require a special machine with a needle that cannot be seen by the human eye.

This place is paradise, but it is not home. I have no home and I cannot stay.

I gather the very best maps, to sell to the highest bidder. Maybe I'll keep just one or two for myself. At the foot of the statue whose features have been lost to time, I make an offering of the finest cosmoid. The flaw in the center flares a brilliant white and goes dark.


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Pet Treasure


Ship Steering for Scallywags

Gold Anchor Gift

Bloodied Sawed Off Double Barrel Shotgun with Machete

Bootlegger Stray Bullet

Police Rifle

Solid Brass Compass

Antique Compass

Keychain Compass

Boxed Compass

Spinning Compass

Twin Pistols

Piraticorian Sword

Pirate Cutlass

Princely Booty

Dual Flintlock Pistols

Blunderbuss Flintlock Pistol

Flintlock Rifle

Quadbarrel Flintlock Pistol

Flintlock Sword

Pirate Sword

Cask of Rum

Absinthe

Dusty Old Map

Handy Atlas

Spilled Treasure Urn

Compass of the Adventurer

Glowing Chunk of Space Rock

Pirate Bounty Poster

Lead Line

Old Compass

Divider Calipers

Treasure Map Piece 1

Treasure Map Piece 2

Treasure Map Piece 3

Treasure Map Piece 5

Treasure Map Piece 6

Treasure Map Piece 7

Uncharted Land Map Piece 1

Treasure Map Piece 8

Treasure Map Piece 9

Uncharted Land Map Piece 2

Uncharted Land Map Piece 3

Uncharted Land Map Piece 6

Uncharted Land Map Piece 4

Uncharted Land Map Piece 5

Uncharted Land Map Piece 7

Uncharted Land Map Piece 8

Uncharted Land Map Piece 9

Discarded Dinghy Oar

Scavenged Sail

Disguised Ledgers

Ocean Navigation

Skull of Gold Coins

Pile of Treasured Tomes

Stolen Aztec Coin

Space Shuttle Model

Spacetime Ship Key

Blunderbuss

Pilfered Ornate Hilt

Tattered and Bloody Pirate Flag

Stygian Skull

Space Pirate Map

Ziara Privateer Third Map Piece

Ytiva Privateer First Map Piece

Ytiva Privateer Second Map Piece

Ytiva Privateer Third Map Piece

Ytiva Privateer Fourth Map Piece

Ytiva Privateer Treasure Location Map Piece

Shadowglen Privateer First Map Piece

Shadowglen Privateer Second Map Piece

Shadowglen Privateer Third Map Piece

Shadowglen Privateer Treasure Location Map Piece

Ziara Privateer First Map Piece

Ziara Privateer Treasure Location Map Piece

Shadowglen Privateer Fourth Map Piece

Ziara Privateer Fourth Map Piece

Ziara Privateer Second Map Piece

A Pirates Guide to Swashing Buckles and Bucaneering

Underground Vault Key

Pirate Treasure Map

Bundle of Old Maps

Star Chart

Handy Atlas

Salty Chart Pieces

Sea Charts

Desert Pirate Map

Island Pirate Map

Riverside Pirate Maps

Spirited Pirate Map

Dangerous Pirate Map

Trail of Pilfered Jewels

Arctic Pirate Map

Book of Sea Shanties

Letter of Traitorous Origin

Surrender Made Easy

Freyalise Ledger

Wooden Ledger

Fleet Ledgers

Build Your Own Spaceship

Actually Airborn Almanac of Airships

Sneak Thief Pick Set

Pirate Treasure Chest

Box of Space Dust

Box of Untold Secrets

Pilfered Silk and Jewels

Galactic Empress Crown

Galactic Empress Chained Ring

Pile of Sparkling Space Dust

Cloud of Nebulous Space Dust

Gilded Drinking Flask

Belted Glass Drinking Flask

Jar of Dirt

Flaming B-52

Icy Hot Shot

Galaxan Mist

Swirling Galaxy Cocktail

Aurora Bora Shot

Eye Catching Aurora Borealis Shard

Aurora Vesnali Egg

Aurora Borealis

Piraticorian Anchor

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