[b][u]Dacyira Space[/u][/b]
[b]PIRATE TERRITORY[/b]
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For the longest of moments, nothing seems to happen in the Gold Transport ship's vicinity, until suddenly something could be seen moving in the shadow of the distant moon. At first it appeared as nothing more than a phantom, creeping sleekly through the partially veiled space close to the surface of the moon. Then, as suddenly as it appeared, it bursts from the shadows to reveal the cruiser for what it was. The pirate vessel, Little Princess, had arrived.

Within moments, the imposing starship had swallowed up the minuscule shuttle and initiated docking. After a series of scans, the airlocks opened to reveal a small collection of burly men and women. If there were ever a collection of individuals who were blatantly pirates, it was not these people. Rather than looking like the scum of the universe, they looked more like low-ranking soldiers but with a little more individuality than was common. With only a few mocking words here and there, the men dutifully guided Marco to the meeting room, where the Captain would question him. 

On the way, they pass by quite a few corridors and a handful of windows, revealing other parts of the ship and more crew going about their business. In the distance, laughing could probably be heard echoing down from one of the passages, along with what sounded like cheering. After what seemed like an age, they reached the entrance to a room that must have been somewhere near the front of the vessel, and stopped there. Marco's escorts push him forward, and the door opens abruptly, revealing the room within-

The room consisted of a large meeting table, with what seemed to be a single, large window on the left side. A few men were seated at various spots on the table, and Marco might immediately recognize the large black man seated near the end of the table, but he was not the one sitting at the very head. Instead, seated in the most important chair in the room... was a young girl. A smile was stretched across her face as she regards her guest, a smile that easily leads into her loud, clear voice-

"No gawking on my ship, Marco Astani. Take a seat, or I might change my mind about airlocking you."