Velusia -- The Crimson Archipelago
Like many of the islands on Velusia, the beach was pristine and beautiful. The weather was pleasant and the sands were inviting. Marcus lay sprawled by the water, cleaning one of his blasters while eyeing his ship—a venator class star destroyer anchored far off shore.
Several dozen cantinas, clubs, and establishments lined the shores of the islands and this island one was no exception. Behind Marcus resided a bar with only two occupants. It was early in the day and most of the locals were sleeping off the previous night of drinking.
A young girl, perhaps 12 years old, sat atop the bar counter. She idly whittled a piece of driftwood with a small sharp knife, gazing at Marcus. Behind her, an old man went about his morning routine of mixing himself a rum drink before cleaning up the bar he tended.
“Who’s that, Rolf?” the girl asked.
“That there is Captain Marcus Gray,” the bartender replied. “You’re too young to remember him.”
The kid squinted at the star destroyer bobbing in the ocean near the horizon.
“What is he?”
“Well, that’s a bit of a story, lass.” Rolf heaved a sigh. “You know the name of this place—these islands?”
“Sure, the Crimson Archipelago.”
“The name of that ship there is The Crimson Ferret’s Revenge. Sound familiar?”
The kid shrugged.
“When Marcus and his crew first set up shop on Velusia, they claimed this cluster of islands as theirs. It came to be known as the Crimson Archipelago,” the bartender explained. “Over years of pirating, the Crimson Ferret's Revenge looted many treasuries, plundered countless cities, and absconded with scores of beautiful women—like your mother.”
The girl hissed at the tender, who chuckled.
“Inevitably, all of the bounty and booty would wind up here back home at the Archipelago. When the pirates were an active presence in the galaxy, Marcus and the gang ran the show on these islands.” At this point, the tender finished what he was concocting and took a contended sip. “But one day there was a betrayal. Someone on Captain Marcus’ crew turned on him and, with the help of the Vong, his ship was scuttled and his crew disbanded.”
“Shiiiiit,” the girl said, still watching Marcus. “Why’s he back?”
“No idea.” Rolf finished his drink and returned his attention to his chores.
Oblivious to the conversation happening in the distance behind him, the pirate captain continued to service his blasters in silence. He too was contemplating the fate of the Crimson Archipelago. In the captain's absence, the Crimson Archipelago had gone in the same way as Hapes. Without him, the beautiful women, criminals, and vast wealth of the Archipelago had been left to their own devices. The small pirate society thrived. Communities were built, commerce without care for legality was established, and new breeds of outlaws came to find a home.
It was here that Captain Marcus hoped to recruit fresh blood for his continued nefarious misadventures.