conversations: human
conversations:  Docking at Port Wander isn't uncommon. The asteroid fields, the light of Rubycon II, the endless queries and hails from Chartist ships, Rogue Traders, Navy Vessels, and the every overbearing Imperial Authority, it's all standard, really. You've gotten used to it by now, one hail blends into another, one prow is mistaken for that of its sister ship, it becomes almost tedious compared to the adventures beyond this famed station of passage, though you know that's a bad attitude to take to any spaceport.
  
  One voice stands out in the din, though, pointed out because of it's unusual 'accent'.
  
  It's a man by the name of Orbest Dray, he knows the dynasty's code, and he says he has a gift for you from your great grandfather, one that would bring you great glory and profit. he requests your audience, in private, by a food stall in the Court of the Dead.
conversations: positivespace:
conversations: human
conversations:  The Lady Captain sits resplendent in her chair, sigils and runes glowing upon her armour, a holographic halo sitting above her head. Spread out and resting so that their splendor is evident, her wings rest on two diases behind her. Her face is severe, but still beautiful. Short, white hair frames her face and bright blue eyes cut through the lights flashing about her body.  "So. Who else thinks this is a trap?"  she asks simply.
conversations: Sir Dancealot:
conversations: human
conversations:  "He's asked to meet in public. If it  is  a trap, this Dray is either the saddest kind of incompetent, or more than prepared to work around such a thing,"  Ioudas observes, contemplating what to bring along for this rendezvous. The grenade launcher, without a doubt, would be best off left on the ship. His diminutive scattergun would stay on his person, as always, but what to accompany it? The pulse pistol of questionable authenticity has its uses, but the thing is just so terribly unpredictable in terms of stopping power, for whatever reason. The needle gun is a tad more trustworthy, but Emperor knows how utterly useless it becomes against any clothing thicker than your average leather jacket.
  
   "Hm. The rifle in its coffer, the scattergun, and the imitation tau and eldar pistols. The inferno as well, while you're at it. Have my cloak, stummer, and synskin waiting in the dressing room. Máel Brigte should be polished until it glistens, and floating at my side once we disembark; see to that as well."  The lanky seneschal orders a nearby crewman, handing off the aforementioned servoskull with the odd name.
conversations: Lord Magtok:
conversations: human
conversations:  Ohev sits in his own little chair off to the side, beneath a bright fluorescent lamp, curled up at an odd angle as he picks at various mechanisms of his ancient bolter, intoning the prayers beneath his breath, as much a ritual supplication as a deep, husky tribal song. Inhaling deeply through his nose, he let's the smoke of the incense back out through his mouth and stands up, sliding back the bolt with a loud clack.
  
   "If it is not a trap,   he boasts,  "Then I will make it one. What collateral is acceptable here?" 
conversations: TechnoScrabble:
conversations: human
conversations:  Felicia hurries onto the bridge after having received the old 'Serve the Lady Captain' routine that pushed the low ranking Explorator out of the way and had her doing something mildly useful in the eyes of her superiors.   "Lady Captain!"   She stopped to gather herself before gathering herself and walking onto the bridge in a slightly more dignified pose.  The two metal beasts behind her filled the bridge with a whirring sound and quiet clangs as they padded along the floor.  Each had a heavy stubber installed on their back, though right now they were pointed at the ground and shut off.  Each cyber mastiff also had a collar of sorts, a thick band around their necks and where a name tag would be in a regular dog, the glint of a conversion field could be seen.
  
   "They told me the vox spirits had been looking through the messages we were sent for you, and this one from Orbest Dray is very important?  I'm Enginseer Felicia.  They off.. I'm here to serve you, if you'll have me?  I can start by talking to the vox spirits if you like, I think I can persuade them to tell me where the message first came from." 
conversations: Donan:
conversations: human
conversations:  Altherial sighs from her position near the door to the bridge, and says,  "I wouldn't be surprised. Such treachery is typical with your kind, it seems. Still, I doubt any ambush would be effective against my skills." 
conversations: Ionbound:
conversations: human
conversations:  "Well then, let us go see what this is about shall we? The message did say to come alone, so at least allow me to keep up appearances yes?" 
conversations: Sir Dancealot: