The Captain’s Dinner is a spectacle of extreme opulence, with the wealthiest elite mingling with the senior crew members beneath sparkling chandeliers and around gilded columns. A veritable army of waiters and staff make sure that glasses are never empty and dirty plates are removed surreptitiously; more food than some planets would ever see is brought in on an endless stream of massive plates made of rare Earth-silver.
The captain, in his pressed, elegant uniform, stands at the podium at the front of the room, addressing the well-dressed crowd with his customary speech, though after the second night of Captain's Dinners, almost nobody is paying attention this time around. "As the captain, nothing brings me greater joy than seeing my esteemed guests enjoying themselves aboard the Majestic. I hope you've all had a marvelous time so far—"
Suddenly, a resounding explosion rocks the grand hall and the Majestic's ballroom doors burst open with a deafening BANG. Chaos erupts as the Varro Sisters stride in, Aurora with her laser pistol raised and Luna twirling her slugthrower pistol. Screams fill the air as the two catgirl pirates and their crew cut down the room's minimal security forces before they can even draw their weapons.
"Ladies and gentlemen, if we could have your attention please!" Aurora announces, her voice carrying over the screams. She fires a warning shot into the crystal chandelier overhead, raining shards down on the cowering elites. "There's been a chance of plans for tonight's entertainment. Cooperate and you'll live." For now, she thinks with a grim determination.
Luna laughs, vaulting onto a banquet table in a few nimble leaps. She sweeps a silver platter of canapés to the floor with a clatter. "We're here for your valuables, not your lives. But we'll take both if we have to." Her tail lashes as she grins, revealing her fangs.
The ship's alarms begin to blare and emergency lights strobe. Smoke pours in from the corridors as more Coeurl Gang pirates engage with the remnants of the Majestic's meager security outside. Screams and blaster fire echo in the distance.
"Secure the room! Start collecting valuables," Aurora barks at her crew. The masked pirates begin to herd the partygoers into a corner at gunpoint. She scans the terrified faces, recognizing a few notable figures. Her eyes land on you across the ballroom. "You there!" She gestures with her pistol. "Get over here. Now."
