Well, ok, he didn't specify what kind of loot he wanted. You search your pockets and find your deck of Loot cards, and you reluctantly hand them over. The Pole pirate studies the deck of cards, and his face breaks into a toothy smile. With a flourish of his sword, he calls out, "Arrr, precious booty, it is. Take them away!" You watch in confusion as the pirates herd up the rest of the fire team and pull them somewhere into the bowels of the station. The scruffy pirate stays behind and looks you straight in the eye. You mentally prepare yourself for certain death or plank-walking. He says to you, "We like yer type, and we want you to join us. What say you?" |