conversations: human
conversations:  You have come to Port Wander. Perched on the edge of the Calixis Sector, in the far reaches of the Drusian Marches, Port Wander is the gateway to the Koronus Expanse and the vast untamed void beyond. The station itself hangs massive and silent in the baleful light of Rubycon II, surrounded  by  the  shattered  remnants  of ancient asteroids and serviced by a flotilla of Imperial vessels both large and small.
  
  Upon your arrival you have been greeted by several formal envoys and salutations from both the Imperial Authority and other Rogue Traders, welcoming your dynasty to port and honouring your right to passage. It dawns on you this is no less then you can expect. Your "handlers" have even respectfully retreated to satellite monitoring. However, one vox message stands out and demands your attention. Recorded in "your" new dynasty’s personal cipher, the message is from a man who calls himself Orbest Dray. He says he has been waiting a long time for a member of the family line to return, and carries a message and a gift from your Rogue Trader’s great-grandfather. He would meet with you as soon as you have docked at a specified location in the Court of the Dead; Port Wander’s vast markets. It is a matter, he says, that promises great glory. And quite the interview.  
conversations: ribblle:
conversations: human
conversations:  Archibald Dewey, Esq. 
  
  Upon arriving at the new ship, Archibald quickly laid claim to a fine suite of offices.  They were in the perfect location; far enough off the beaten path that visitors to and from the office would not attract too much attention; near a minor landing bay, allowing discrete access on and off the ship, and one of the rooms even overlooked the arboretum.  Archibald claimed that room for his personal office.  The rooms were not without some disadvantages, of course.  The proximity to the arboretum lent a faint organic smell that no amount of air scrubbing could fully remove, and one of the corridors leading to the office was lined with a few dozen murder-servitors, quietly resting in their pods.  "Don't worry," said the grinning crewman as he showed Archibald the office, "they won't harm you as long as you got your crew badge on.  Unless they get their wires crossed again."
  
  Upon receiving a copy of the strange message from Mr. Dray, Archibald frowned.  He hated to go to a meeting blind, and the Stevedore's union had invited him to a formal luncheon.  But on the other hand, the dynasty's cipher was to be used for emergencies only...  Archibald turned to his secretary and said, "Send the Guildmaster my regrets and a few bottles of amasec.  And check the crew records and passenger manifests for an 'Orbest Dray."  He holstered his pistol and picked up his sword-cane.  Misuse of the dynasty cipher was punishable by sixty lashes and servitor processing for the first offense.  He hoped, for Mr Dray's sake, that this was not some bizarre jest.
conversations: dojango:
conversations: human
conversations:  Cassius  
  
  The strange tall giant man walks aboard the new ship, finds a place to sit down, and pulls his cowl over his face. And hides his two arms behind his back. The two arms that don't belong, at any rate.
conversations: Celticbear:
conversations: human
conversations:  Ralosen 
  
  Once within the port, Ralosen made his way to the ship first and foremost, familiarizing himself with the Medicae Deck, taking in the equipment and faculties available to him. He breezed through the equipment, noting possible uses of equipment. He analyzed the staff inside in much the same manner, though a few of the nervous ones attempted to direct him to the bridge. There would be upgrades eventually, but he would need to immediately enlarge the operating space. And much of the equipment.
  
  With some reluctance, Ralosen accepted the message left to him by one "Dray". He was not eager to wander the markets, but was all too familiar with the knowledge that being left alone completely was an indicator for coming trouble. Till the ship departs, appearances must be maintained. With a scowl that scattered the few remaining men near him, he made his way out of the ship, his skull zipping behind him. He felt a churning worry in his stomach, but ignored it, and the looks he attracted, as he made his way towards the meeting point.
conversations: Hypersmith:
conversations: human
conversations:  Aeleria von Strackenberg 
  
  Aeleria stepped onto the deckplates of the vast void station, her heeled boot's  sharp impact changing tone as soon as she left the adamantium of the Stargazer's airlock. The void station thrummed with life. Most of it disgusting, vile, brainless and barely worth being called life, but living they were. Unconsiously slightly raising her chin, and wrinkling her nose, she marched down the void station towards her objective, confident that her escorts would follow her (and in her sidearm if they were too slow act if these vile creatures thought to even look at her too long).
  
  Aeleria wasn't tall by any stretch of the imagination, barely topping a meter fifty-five, but she stood out from the crowd. Her clothing, and armour beneath it, was impecable as well as clean, something that only a fraction of the void station's inhabitants could claim for themselves. She wore her well cared for weapons openly and with the ease of someone who had used them often and to great effect. But it wasn't even this that her above the crowd; it was simply that she  knew  that she was  better . She was as far above the scum fouling the halls as she was above a sumprat or what was left in a latrene.
  This Dray better have something worth her having to march through these vile smells.
conversations: Chivy:
conversations: human
conversations:  The Court of The Dead   
  
  "Come here. Here, youngsters."
  
  Next to a old man in equally old clothes is a women in fighting form.
  
   
  
  She looks at you all; the smooth lawyer, the masked giant, the even larger explorator with even less visible flesh, and the imperious soldier. "... huh. I'm Karyn Symonne, Rogue Trader."
  "And I'm Orbest Dray. That's all i need to know."
  
   
  
  Beneath a tarpaulin on upturned crates and one chair, Dray leans back and takes a deep breath. He stares into the distance with a unfocused look for slightly too long, before a smile slowly unfurls across his face.
  
  "I was once as you are, an officer aboard the  Emperor's Testament . Your great-grand uncle, Karlorn, led me. Long and slow was the voyage; terrible and rudderless. At our journeys end no fleet waited for us. It was somewhere entirely new; or perhaps so old the decay had cracked it into something else entirely. Our navigator had snatched at something; like a candle in the ocean. A signal centuries dead. The call of the  Righteous Path !
  
  You don't know it? It was the ship of a man named Lorcalus Ryn, a warlord amongst warlords. A crusader. He was the bane of a hundred worlds, and one of them was Iystallian. A colony already old some 2000 years ago, lost to false gods and draped in a splendor to shame every single conquest he had! No ones sure what he found there; some say treasures of technology, others blessed gene-crypts fit for an army. Even i cannot say! Lorcalus took his bounty and never chanced to enjoy it, and neither did we fools. The fleet needed every man, but no man could forget this. So Karlorn left me to remember. Finally..."
  
  Dray reaches into his grubby jacket and sets a small stasis casket on the table. Lights flicker over Captain Symonne purposefully, and it begins to whirr. It clicks, rotates, unlocks. Revealed is a small black rock. Cassius feels a glimmer of recognition. "An astropathic Mnemolith. Any psyker can read it -"
  
  A flash of Karyn's plasma pistol sears your eyes as a bird - no, some kind of machine - dodges the shot and seizes the stone. In the flash of illumination, you see yourselves surrounded by 5 armed (and fashionable) men sprouting across the market. Then the screaming starts.
  
   Initiative 
  
  Fashionable Gunman  13 
  
  Aeleria the Soldier  12 
  
  Fashionable Gunman  12 
  
  Dewey the Lawyer 11 
  
  Captain Karyn  10 
  
  Fashionable Gunman  10 
  
  Navigator Cassius  10 
  
  Explorator Ralosen  8 
  
  "Machine"  6 
  
  Fashionable Gunmen  5 
  
  Fashionable Gunman  4 
   
  
  Everyone but Dewey and Ralosen is  Pinned .
  
   
   Spoiler: OOC 
  You can take your actions in advance.
   
conversations: ribblle:
conversations: human
conversations:  Aeleria von Strackenberg 
  Wounds: 11/11
  Fate: 3/3
  Hellgun current clip: 30/30
  
   
  
   "Lady Symonne, I am Lady Aeleria von Strackenberg."  Aeleria introduced herself to her new employer with a nod.
   " As requested I am at your service." 
  She studiously ignored the smelly form of Dray next to the Rogue Trader, until he started to explain his history and she realized this was the reason why they were here. She reluctantly focused on his words, but they meant very little to her.
  
  The flying machine startled her almost as much as Lady Symonne’s plasma bolt did, but when the telltale sounds of gunfire erupted around her, the projectiles pinging around them. Instincts ingrained by years of training took hold of her and with a  "Down!"  she dove for the first bit of cover she could find.
  
   
   Spoiler: Actions 
  Using half action to move into cover.
  
  WP roll to overcome pinning at turn end: t/n 38 –  (1d100)[ 92 ] .
   
conversations: Chivy:
conversations: human
conversations:  Ralosen 
  Wounds 13/13
  Fate 3/3
  Boltgun 24/24
  
   
  
  
  Ralosen hung back as much as his size would allow, allowing formalities to take their place.  "Well met, captain."  She was interesting, but he would have ample opportunity to learn about her. Instead, his gaze rested on Dray, taking in his seeming senility and processing his words. At the reveal of the Mnemolith, he steps forward slightly, curious as to the nature of such an object.
  
  The searing flash of the pistol blinded his real eye, but its mechanical counterpart tracked the blur of movement that followed. In the roar of sound shortly after, Ralosen heard the cries for cover, and decided it best not to follow hostile intentions. He leaped forward, grasping at the unknown flying mechanism.
  
   
   Spoiler: OOC 
  
  I see no way this can go wrong. Gonna write out my numbers here so things don't go whack, or if they do it can be corrected.
  +10 to WS from charge. One degree of success per size category difference. Trying to beat a 49 (39+10)
   (1d100)[ 71 ] 
   
conversations: Hypersmith:
conversations: human
conversations:  Everybody's  pinned!
  
   Several actions later 
  
  Ralosen launches himself off the crate arms outstretched but the "bird" flies higher still. Bullets whine past as you fall back into cover.
  
   
   Spoiler: OOC 
  You guys are already behind cover, btw. Metal crates.
   
conversations: ribblle:
conversations: human
conversations:  Archibald Dewey 
  
  Thinking of the missed lunch, Archibald picked up a greasy wrapped meat inna bun from one of the street vendors.  Not bad, the man swore it was bilge gator, and Dewey chose to believe him, for his stomach's sake.  Upon meeting Dray and Lady Symonne, Dewy offered a deep bow to the lady and a respectful nod to the old man.  His attention was mildly piqued by the talk of great riches, and he leaned in close to examine the strange device with the others.  And then the shooting started...
  
  Dewey fell awkwardly behind some nearby crates and scanned the crowd, trying to gauge where the shooting was from.  He spotted the fashionable gunmen and carefully drew a bead on one of them with his boltgun, while trying to keep his entire body behind the crates.  It wouldn't do to get killed on his first day on the job!
  
   
   Spoiler: OOC 
  
  As stated, I will take my half action to aim, I don't break pinning if they keep shooting at me so rudely, so my next half action will be to shoot one of the bastards with my boltgun
   
conversations: dojango:
conversations: human
conversations:  Who knows man. Maybe if I get a headful of steam again. It's on the list.
conversations: ribblle: