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Rhi-Rhi:
Trigger Warning: Non-con/rape, violence 

The ship wasn't his usual target, but beggars couldn't be choosers and Ari was strapped for cash. He may have blown a big chunk on it on his vessel's new paint job (which, like his own body art, was constantly being added to) but that was irrelevant! A target was a target and even if the ship didn't have much cargo, there were plenty of people he could sell the ship's parts to.

And there were plenty of people he could sell the occupant to, as well.

His crew was already at the landing bay, armed and ready, and they had their weapons pointed at the cockpit even as Ari arrived on the scene. Pretty decent vessel; he'd make up more than what he'd lost. All that was left was getting the pilot out and out of the way.

Striding forward, he banged on the cockpit windshield. "Alright, you can either come out, or we open you like a can of tuna. It's all scrap metal to me, so I don't give a shit either way. Your choice."

Tally:
Riot slammed his fist against the side of the cockpit.  Fuckin' shitpail, junkslut pirates!  He didn't even know if his distress signal and messages to his squad had gone out or gotten scrambled before the signal could break out.  There was a good goddamn chance no one knew he'd just thrown down with these assholes.

Now what?  He still had his sidearm, but should he use it.  He propped his head on his fist and ran through his options while the blowhard out there banked on the cockpit.  He'd closed the panels as the ship was pulled in so they couldn't see him, had no idea who was in here or what kind of heat they were packing.

He did like the idea of blazing out in a glory of bullets.  He was bound to take a couple out with him before they gunned him down.  He did not like the end result of that one, himself full of lead and the pirates free to lose themselves in the void.  The scouts that inevitably went looking for him would never find them.

No, much as he hated the thought of it, he should probably cooperate, wait for his chance to get a signal out.  And he'd better hurry before they got impatient.  They were just pirates, after all.  How much of a challenge could they possibly be?

He spoke through the ship's outgoing com.  "All right fucknuts, I'm openin' her up."

The panels slid open, and the cockpit hatch hissed backward.  Riot crossed his arms and glared down at Tattoo McFacialPiercing.

Rhi-Rhi:
"Thatta boy," Ari said with a grin--now that he could see that it was, indeed, a dude. And a decent looking one, at that. It was always kind of exciting when it came to these things because just like the cargo, you never knew what you were gonna get, and it was always extra nice when you scored a looker. Not bad, not bad. Maybe he'd keep this one a while before he sold him off.

What could he say? Sometimes he liked to sample the product.

But there was no way the kid was going home. Ari didn't take prisoners, at least not for the long term.

He had a gun at his hip but he didn't bother with it. No need when he had several crew members with their own weapons already trained on him, and he didn't think the guy would be stupid enough to try anything. "Very good! Now put your hands up and get out nice and easy, kid. Hurry up, ain't got all day."

Tally:
"What's that?  What did you say?"  Riot put a hand to his ear like he hadn't quite heard what the pirate had said.  "Stay in here and make you drag me out?  Okay!"

His whole body went limp, every muscle.  He was now sort of draped over the cockpit chair.  If they wanted him out so badly, they could scramble their merry asses up and haul him out themselves.

Rhi-Rhi:
Ari arched an eyebrow at that answer, and his grin broadened. Well, if that was how it was gonna be, alright.

Without further prompting, he climbed his way up, surprisingly nimble--but then again, he had a shit-ton of practice--and hopped into the cockpit with the pilot. He didn't even skip a beat before he swooped down, yanked the pilot up by the front of his uniform, and swung him up and over his shoulder. One hand rested firmly on his ass, and he didn't bother pretending it wasn't intentional--because it was, and he made it known with a firm squeeze.

"I like it when they play hard to get," he growled--and slid his hand to the kid's hip, tugging the sidearm free.

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