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Kelan had found himself in an awkward position. Strapped down with both his arms removed and some half-wit rummaging through his gear. When over half your body was mechanical, alcohol tended to go through your system really fast. It seemed he'd become the prey instead of the predator due to his... excessive intoxication. Oops.

"Listen. I'm sure this has all been just one big misunderstandin'. Let me go and I won't hurt you. Promise," he said to the guy. The man, one of a large band of pirates, looked up only to scoff at him. Judging by his especially greasy appearance, he must have been the band's mechanic. He was probably trying to make sense of Kelan's equipment. [i]'Yeah, good luck with that, pal. We'll be here all year. Hey, I think it's time you took a weight off his shoulders, know what I mean?'[/i] He glanced over at the containment arm, where it lay on a table.

"Well, I'm real sorry to hear that," Kelan said to the pirate and then stared at him expectantly. The pirate just raised an eyebrow as the growing awkward silence ticked by. "Oh come on, you're embarrassing me in front of the pirate!" Kelan turned and shouted at his arm.

Finally, with a mechanical whir, the arm sprang to life. The next thing anyone knew, the pirate flew up and smashed into the ceiling before crashing back down to the floor. Then the lever controlling the slab he was strapped to was thrown, releasing him.

"Shucks, I dunno why they saw the need to tie me down. I was perfectly 'armless," he chuckled to himself. He then knelt down, the arm containing Tee crawled over to him and swung into place, the arm reconnecting itself with a series of clicks. "Much better." He then retrieved his other arm and reattached it similarly.

He then looked over his armor. "Well, least they were kind enough not to scratch the paint," he mused before activating it, the plates snapping open so he could step into it. "'Fraid I can't afford to be so kind in return..."

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"Well then I reckon I must've set off something, because when I walked into the hallway there were at least six of 'em waitin' for me," Kelan regaled the crew. He'd paused to acknowledge the captain as she disembarked to find their "cargo" before continuing. "Now I couldn't tell if they were more surprised that I escaped or that I was in my armor. In hindsight I think they were more surprised by the armor. Can't blame 'em honestly. Now, I won't go into detail there cause it got little messy, but here's where it gets interesting." He grinned. It was time for the climax of his tall tale. In his defense, his stories [i]usually[/i] contained a few grains of truth. It was just a question of how many.

"Now remember, I told you I'd been hired to get rid of these pirates, and well, pirates have ships. So after that, before anyone else could find me, I made my way to their ship's hangar. Now they had a big 'ol ship, big enough for me to climb into one of the engine exhausts. Led me right to the main engine compartment. I rigged it so it'd go up in flames the next time they fired her up," he then broke out into laughter. "Now imagine my face when not five seconds later that baby started purrin- . . . the hell?" 

And just like that he dropped the story, staring wide-eyed at the people their captain brought back on board with her. 

"Why they're practically children," he mumbled to himself in surprise. His jaw nearly dropped at the sight of the girl with mechanical limbs. [i]'What is it about this ship that attracts people like me. We got me, the ork guy, a bonafide AI robot, and now this girl?'[/i]

He made room for the newcomers to find seats and get fed, for now giving them just a nod of the head in greeting. After they were seated, he listened to what they had to say until one of them asked how much they knew.

"Well missy, I figure not nearly enough. Cap'n never told us you were youngins, that's for darn sure. Got me thinkin' there's a whole mess o' things we don't know at this point," he told her. "On that note, why don't we get introductions outta the way. Call me Kelan. I guess you could say I'm the muscle 'round here."