“Ohhh What yer daddy don’t know carlos…. I’m a ravager…. we’re like….. ahhhh space pirates as petey calls us..”
Mr Ramon frowned slightly. “Space pirates,” he repeated.
Carlos folded his arms. He looked at the tabletop and nodded. “Yeah…”
“As in… stealing stuff and plundering pirates?” Mikey asked.
Yondu nods. “That would be accurate. We steal… take jobs for clients hunting for rare objects… tomb robbers… hunters… treasure hunters… that’s us…”
“And how did you end up with them, Carlos?” Mr Ramon asked seriously.
Carlos sighed. “I was, uh… abducted. Again. But they don’t make a habit of doing that sort of thing – it’s against their code to kidnap sentients against their will, unless it’s for a bounty-hunting job.”
“Then what was this case? Did you get in trouble with someone?” Mr Ramon asked.
Carlos swallowed slightly. “No… they needed someone to work on their engines. And… I happened to have the skills needed.”
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