"Hey," Vette said, lounging back against a barrel with her arms crossed over her chest and a little smirk on her lips. "I'm Vette. No experience on a boat, exactly, but plenty of experience on a ship. Just..." She eyed Duke appraisingly. "Probably not any kind of ship you have experience with."

Sorry, bud. You looked a little 'Earth Standard' for that.

"Favorite pirate, though? Hands-down that would be Nok Drayen. Became the richest pirate in the galaxy overnight when he bombed out a whole pirate settlement using a deadly nerve toxin. Killed half the members of the Hutt Cartel in a single night, and nobody, not even his own crew, knows how he pulled that off. They gave him an entire sector just to keep him from killing the other half. And then, to top it off, he took down the Rath Cartel AND the Vandelhelm Combine during the Syndicate Wars." She paused for a moment. "But that's not why I like him. He also did this thing? In the years before he vanished? Where if any gangster he took down had slaves..." She shrugged. "He gave them a choice. Join him or be free. No strings. Just... That. Freedom or a job."

She chewed the inside of her cheek for a moment. "Ol' Nok was as cold as the belly of an ice lizard, but for all his murder and plunder, he knew who to point those cannons at."

And Vette was forever grateful to him for that.