[Q4 - Listehol - PC] A Night on Listehol

Being on Listehol truly made him feel small, and recently, it’s come to make him feel trapped. His crew had found a place for them to stay; but the anticipation he felt in wait for the Gray Lord had quickly been replaced by boredom. Day after day, they waited for a representative, or even their Lord himself, yet none showed. They were left to do little but drink and explore, but Listehol was only so big, and even that became monotonous. 

Eventually, the boredom soon turned to an inquisitiveness as more and more pirates began to make themselves known. Not pirates of the Gray Lord, but other lowlifes, who reported to even lower lowlifes. Listehol wasn’t that big of a place, and when there was trouble, most knew of it. And, when that trouble was a myriad of new faces, content to cause chaos, it sowed the seeds of discontent within the people. The Empire’s grasp on this rock was already small, but in the aftermath of their fall, the few Imps who remained behind had faded into obscurity. In turn, groups of pirates would strut through the streets like they owned the place, forcing the citizens to lock their doors and shut their blinds. Even Dhagg and the rest of the crew were hesitant to engage, their group already smaller than most of the other pirates’. They had already recruited two deserting troopers to the Gray’s cause, but those numbers weren’t enough to combat the rising violence in the city. Not that it was their job anymore. 

The wait for the Gray Lord was getting to them, Dhagg could feel it as well. Caught in between the troubles of rivaling pirates, tensions were rising. They had even set up a rotating watch for the night, making sure they weren’t attacked in their sleep. But, for Dhagg, tonight was an opportunity for him to think. 

He warmed his hands on the fire, his cold blood needed it. He cast his gaze out and looked to the sky, even at night he could see the comings and goings of starships, few as they were.

His observations were interrupted when a large ship entered the atmosphere, bigger than anything that had been in the sky previously. It looked like a bulk freighter, but it was bright and gaudy, painted like a racing ship. Its1 heavy frame blotted out the night sky, obstructing his view. 

He rose in alarm, this couldn’t be good, and the others had to know. They needed the Gray Pirates here now.