Hexed: Part Two

Entering the bar, the crew faced a hostile room full of Shark gangers who had no love of off worlders. The Baron being an enterprising character with shockingly good social skills defused the situation by not only buying everyone in the bar a drink but by mixing them himself. Cunningly proving the existence of hex by employing it as an ingredient, the bar proceeded to get absolutely wasted on these delicious let intoxicating cocktails. TC McQueen managed to glug down one of the cocktails whilst remaining vaguely sober, Kordau managed to get absolutely hammered whilst the Baron was merely drunk. The majority of the gangers lacking the crews background in hard drinking were in a bad way, several passed out or were busy yacking up in the corners of the bar and several had started singing.

The Baron and the gang leader Finsbury wandered off to Finsbury's ship to negotiate the sale of the Hex. Memorising the entrance code, the Baron proceeded to open up a hip flask of rather lethal single malt Uisge. Continuing their drinking after a vast amount of meaningless twaddle, the universe was set to rights and the Baron was still standing. Finsbury escorted him off the ship before passing out in the captains chair.

The Baron hastened into the bar just in time to join in the chorus of 'Who's got my leg?' and to initiate a version of 'The asteroid has got no hole' that would both shock and shame his mother. Whilst the gangers were preoccupied bellowing a particularly off key verse the Baron grabbed Kordau who was leering at a hoverbike advert featuring an impractically scantily dressed holo model and signalled to TC McQueen who pretended to be carried out by the Baron.

Baron having changed plans so often that even he wasn't sure what the currently plan was lead the crew, including the Tillen who rocked up at the last minute to board Finsbury's star ship.

Finbury was out cold. Just to be sure Kordau punched him in the face repeatedly with his gauntleted fist. It seemed to do the trick. The Baron turned to the only qualified pilot in the group and came to the sudden realisation that Kordau was utterly wasted. Thankfully, the Baron was quite liberal when it came to drink driving, in fact he was pretty liberal about most things. Seating Kordau in the pilots seat and rustling up a mug of the local caffeinated beverage they prepared to set off. Kordau flicked on the comms switch and was about to speak when a flustered Baron ran up and flicked it off again.

Cue several frantic minutes of the Baron running from the mining laser turret to the bridge trying to keep