Can I still play?
I'm a homely female privateer. I've been marooned on the ship after something happened to my own vessel. I seem quite anxious to be off and on my way.
I bear the name Ophelia, though I respond to it slowly enough that it may not be my own. I speak far too well to be regular pirate, and I'm not attractive enough to be a runaway concubine.
I've a straight fringe you swear you've seen somewhere before, and a plasteel breastplate of forge world design. A short scabbard hangs from my womanly hips, the ornate handle protruding thus has the over-sized look of a powered blade, but I've never drawn the weapon to identify its true nature. On my other hip rests a small egged device, whose function you can only begin to guess at. In any case it looks far too expensive for a "privateer" to be wearing, especially a woman.
Still, the steward said my papers appear to be in order, and the captain has given me a cabin befitting an honoured guest. You've more pressing concerns now anyway, than being suspicious about some off-world tramp. Yet for all your resolve, it's my expressionless face you see when you close your eyes at night. A man gets mighty lonely out here in the dark...
I'm a homely female privateer. I've been marooned on the ship after something happened to my own vessel. I seem quite anxious to be off and on my way.
I bear the name Ophelia, though I respond to it slowly enough that it may not be my own. I speak far too well to be regular pirate, and I'm not attractive enough to be a runaway concubine.
I've a straight fringe you swear you've seen somewhere before, and a plasteel breastplate of forge world design. A short scabbard hangs from my womanly hips, the ornate handle protruding thus has the over-sized look of a powered blade, but I've never drawn the weapon to identify its true nature. On my other hip rests a small egged device, whose function you can only begin to guess at. In any case it looks far too expensive for a "privateer" to be wearing, especially a woman.
Still, the steward said my papers appear to be in order, and the captain has given me a cabin befitting an honoured guest. You've more pressing concerns now anyway, than being suspicious about some off-world tramp. Yet for all your resolve, it's my expressionless face you see when you close your eyes at night. A man gets mighty lonely out here in the dark...
