The only way you could describe Van's wrecked spaceship was to say it was like, well, a rock. A large craft, with hidden turrents and cannons, it was a small battleship cleverly designed to look like a noble's private pleasure yacht. It was made of a heavy, rock-like metal that had a dull gray sheen, and was designed like a building or a blocky monolith. It barely looked aerodynamic or "ship-like", but sufficient technology (and a lack of air in space) made such gripes about its design moot. In short, it looked a little like a vague attempt at building a giant, gliding, overweight bird out of stone, with small windows inset within the stone.
Mighty engines, three to be exact, powered this machine, along with a warp duct that housed Van's ever-important (and expensive!) warp drive. Colorful, ribbon like designs were painted on the ship, echoing plant-life and vines.
But the bulky craft was certainly clumsy-looking, and most unlike its slender, effete owner. In fact, though most real noblemen's yachts looked similar to this, there was something oddly suspicious about the make of the craft...
And at the moment, it looked like perhaps the most absurd new addition to the Bar.
Back inside, Van himself equally absurd in appearance. Having "blurple" hair kind of does that to a man. Figuring a med pack was unlikely to be found at the moment, staying put was the best idea. But this was a bar. And a drink would be a fine thing to have.
The pirate flopped back down to the floor, and dragged himself to the Bar table. Then, he pulled himself upright, pleasantly surprised that his left leg, though throbbing, could hold his weight just fine. Ignoring his injured right leg, Van made his way towards the bartender, and grinned.
"So, Barkeep. Have anything of interest?" He paused, and sighed. The man wasn't answering. In fact, the bartender seemed content to give Van a good staredown.
Van groaned, "I'll pay you once I get my leg fixed and get back to the ship. Uhhh... but since it looks a little expensive, you wouldn't mind being paid in Vivalite would you? It's green stuff. Comes in a syringe. Fixes up your dead and dying cells, pops another century into your lifespan! It's in high demand where I'm from. But now that I'm here, you're currently the first bidder I've got."
The Barkeep snorted, waved a cup at Van, and continued staring.
Disturbed, Van shook his head and made his order, "Nn, fine. Make mine a Dalcasian, shaken. Put a little spice in it too, would you, Barten-ku?"
Then Van searched his shirt, and slid out a card, and slapped it on the table.
"Eheh.For My tab."
