Pirates were a very ancient profession.
When ships were invented, pirates were born. Their records could be traced back to the fourteenth century BC. However, that was only the records of Earth's civilization. In the vast universe, pirates had already dominated the universe long before Earth was born.
Of course, we should call them interstellar pirates. Although they often called themselves "destroyers" or "interstellar hunters", to be honest, no matter how dignified their titles were, it did not change the fact that they were pirates. In any galaxy with civilization, interstellar pirates were the most troublesome security problem.
It should be known that in the vast universe, it was almost impossible to accurately capture an interstellar pirate fleet without any concrete information. The universe was too vast, so vast that any random uninhabited planet in the corner could hide a nest of interstellar pirates.
The development of civilizations was similar. Even in the highly developed era of the universe, interstellar pirates were still a large collection of scum from various races. Among them, there were slave warriors from low-level civilizations, criminals from high-level civilizations, and of course, there were also many exiles from the universe due to various reasons. As mentioned before, the universe was so vast that the number of exiles was astronomical.
No matter how many people died, there would always be more adventurers who were forced to enter this line of work. As long as the war in the universe did not stop, there would be no end to them.
Boom! Boom!
The roar of the engine resounded in the dark galaxy. This was not unusual. 99% of the galaxies in the universe were dark, and the number of stars was far less than one would imagine. In the darkness, this huge, messy spaceship was the only source of light.
Its body was huge, spanning several hundred meters from head to tail. Behind the ferocious-looking thruster that was coated with a membrane, hundreds of energy grids were constantly flickering, pushing this huge object to fly at an extremely fast speed. This guy made the Dark Elves' ship, the Heaven Breaker, which was more than 30 meters long, look so pocket-sized when compared to it. However, I was sure that this wasteland style toy was no match for the Heaven Breaker.
"Ah! Hahahaha, come, let's toast to our young lads who are going to be rich in the future! "
One of the largest groups of Interstellar Pirates in the South Area was here, and in the complicated, dirty, messy, and uncomfortable cabin, Leader Yondu was having a drink with his villain brothers.
Among them, there were blue-skinned aliens like Yondu, and there were also red-skinned aliens, tall and short, some with scales, and some without scales, and some waving tentacles … Oh, the last one was a mechanical arm used to clean the spaceship. Even if they were Interstellar Pirates, few captains would accept the tentacle monsters. These guys' living habits were too disgusting, and not many people could stand it.
"To the great leader Yondu!"
A short fat man jumped onto the table and waved the best beer from Xander in his hand. Under his lead, the group of scumbags danced wildly.
And their leader, the invincible "Interstellar Hunter" Yondu, was clustered in the middle of them, holding a grilled steak in one hand and a beer in the other. He was no different from the ancient pirates of Earth civilization.
Of course, they didn't party all the time. Today's party was only because their boss had received a big order, and another group of lucky people would become rich because of it. But in less than a week, they would spend all their money at an astonishing speed, and then bid farewell to the girls of various races. They would pick up their broken weapons and join the business again, and finally die in some adventure.
From the moment of the birth of Interstellar Pirates until now, few practitioners have been able to get rid of this sad cycle.
As for Yondu, this cunning and powerful leader, his most successful point was that he was a little more generous than the other little captains. Even though it was only a little, he still attracted countless desperadoes to work for him. All the exiles in this Star Field knew that following Yondu would give them the chance to make a fortune. Although the possibility of losing their lives was greater, this was already attractive enough.
"Okay, okay! Guys, quiet down! "
Yondu took a bite of the steak, and while eating, he knocked on the table with an empty beer glass and shouted, "Quiet down, now listen to me!"
"The reward this time is 1 billion! Burp … "
Yondu raised his finger and shouted, "I've decided to give this 1 billion to the young man who can successfully find that thing! Give it all, I won't leave a penny behind! "
"Oh, oh, oh! Long live Yondu! "
The bastards who were stimulated by the beer and had lost their ability to think shouted in unison. 1 billion Star Dollars was already money that they could not earn in ten lifetimes, but they did not know that Yondu had made 4 billion Star Dollars. Of course, he would not tell everyone about this because he knew that 1 billion was enough for these lunatics to work for him!
"What's the name of that planet? Oh, yes, Morag! "
The drunk leader took out a locator from his arms and placed it on the table in front of him. With a bang, the projection of a khaki-colored planet appeared above the device. Yondu took the beer handed over by the others, took a sip, and then said loudly:
"I'll make it clear in advance that that planet is a dying planet. No one knows when it will be destroyed, and it's in the hinterland of the Kerry Empire. Our big ship can't pass through, so we can only sneak in with a small landing craft. But it's because it's so dangerous that it's worth a lot of money! Now, if there are any young men who are willing to participate in this adventure, come forward, accept the information, and then set off … I'll be right here, waiting for the good news when you come back! "
After he finished speaking, the noisy scene suddenly quieted down. Although the Interstellar Pirates were not afraid of death, they would definitely try their best to avoid missions that would cost them their lives. The Cree were extremely cruel, and the best result of being captured by them was to be sent to the planetary mine to work. No one would take the risk.
Of course, Yondu had already considered this. He knew how to make these guys burst out with great courage. He took a sip of wine, and the patterns on his blue skin started to jump. He slammed the table and said, "Let's go!"
"Oh, right! I forgot one thing … "
"Bang!"
A silver-white metal box was thrown on the table. He glanced at the people around him and suddenly lifted it up.
"Wow!"
Everyone exclaimed in unison. In the box in front of them, there was a whole box of intertwined white and black Star Essence. It was made of metal, and each piece was equivalent to 1,000 Yuan. This pile was at least 100 million Yuan.
When the number 100 million Yuan was put together with the real thing, it gave people a completely different feeling. Seeing the greedy light flashing in the eyes of those guys, Yondu smiled with satisfaction. He closed the box and patted it:
"This is the deposit … 150 million Yuan. In order to ensure fairness, we will send a team each time … Whoever gets that thing, I will give the rest in one go! My credibility is still strong enough in the South Area! "
"Okay! I'll go! "
A strong guy squeezed through the crowd. This big guy, who was covered with scales and looked similar to a tauren, panted heavily. He used a small recorder to read the information on Yondu's GPS, and then reached out to take the box, but he was stopped by Yondu.
"Wait, young man, let's see if there are other competitors!"
"Bang!"
The furious tauren alien slammed his fist on the table in front of him, and a clear fist print appeared there. He looked at the others angrily and shouted, "I'll take this job.
"I, Zorad, will accept this mission. Who wants to fight with me?"
Everyone retreated, indicating that they couldn't afford to provoke him. This race is famous for being physically developed and not thinking before doing things. Who knows what this guy will do in anger.
Seeing that no one came forward, Yondu was a little disappointed. He pushed the box over:
"Okay, okay, Zorad, don't let me down."
Just as the Tauren was about to receive the box, another hand reached out from the crowd and pressed on the box. The next moment, a drunk man squeezed out of the crowd. He was wearing a dark red leather coat, his hair was messy, and he had a carefully groomed beard. He had two guns at his waist, and he said while gulping down the alcohol, "I've been drinking for a long time now.
"I'll take this mission!"
"Quill! What are you doing! "
Seeing the drunk young man stand up, Yondu's eyes flashed with anger. He slammed the table and shouted: "Get back! Don't make a fool of yourself, Quill, you're drunk! "
"No, I'm not drunk!"
The guy shouted at Yondu: "I'm going to take this mission, I'm the famous Star-Lord … I'm not going to be a coward!"
"You're just a lowly thief and scum, that's all! Drag him down! "
Yondu waved his hand, and several pirates were about to step forward and drag the young man away, but the next moment, the crowd began to jeer:
"No! This is against the rules, Boss, Peter has taken the mission and he is qualified to complete it! "
A voice shouted: "You can't deprive him of the right to make money!"
"Yes! Let Quill go! This little scum might die on Morag, so I can have a taste of what it's like to be an earthling! "
Yes, that's right … Our Mr. Star-Lord is an earthling. As for how he came to this Interstellar Pirate ship, that's another story. In short, his current identity is that of an Interstellar Pirate. If he is caught by any civilization, he will be executed. Moreover, due to his weak strength, he is looked down upon by other pirates. He is considered to be at the bottom of the pirate chain.
But he may also be the only guy on this ship who relies on his brain to make a living.
Under the jeering of the crowd, Peter Jason Quill, who was already drunk, waved his hand at the others like a hero and made a strange cry. The Tauren Zorad probably didn't think that Quill would be a threat, so he calmly accepted his competitor. With the help of the crowd, the two divided the deposit. Finally, under Yondu's cold gaze, two small assault ships painted red and white flew into space and disappeared in an instant.
"With all due respect, Boss …"
Yondu's most trusted deputy, a guy who looked like an earthling, with Mohawk hair and black gloves on his hands, dressed in a wasteland style, whispered behind the Captain.
"Your various favoritism towards Quill … has made everyone very dissatisfied. We are pirates, we are plunderers, we are destroyers, we have rules, we value fairness the most, and you are destroying it, because of Quill …"
"He is our most important cargo, Kraglin. You were still a child at that time, but you took the commission with me. You should know this better than anyone!"
Yondu's projection shone on the porthole, revealing the silver tooth in his mouth, and he said without looking back, "He is our biggest investment!"
"Is that really the case? Yondu … I have to say, you have a special feeling for him, this can't be hidden from me. You treat him as your son and heir, don't you? You are doing a very risky thing. I don't think I need to say more about how dangerous his real father is. "
After Kraglin said this, he silently hid in the crowd, leaving Yondu standing there with an ugly expression on his face, not speaking for a long time.
In the dark sky outside, Star-Lord Quill, who was just drunk like a drunkard, was sitting in the operation room of his beloved "Milan" Assault Ship. His eyes were clear and there was no trace of drunkenness. He carefully took out a popular cassette player from his arms in the 1980s of the previous world, put it on the console, and put on the headphones that had been repaired many times.
He pressed the play button, and the golden songs that had once been popular on Earth were played. The days in the sea of stars were hard to endure. Ever since he embarked on this strange journey, the only thing that accompanied him was this one and only memory from his hometown, which carried his eternal longing for his dead mother and the family that he would never see again. It also reminded him never to forget … where he came from.
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