conversations: human
conversations:  Footfall Longshore, Midday  
   With an angry burst of venting gases, the armoured airlock portal swings outwards. As the swirling miasma clears, a thousand sights, sounds and smells assault your senses simultaneously. The screams of the crowds, snippets of conversations, arguments and deals; the scents of spiced foods and rare perfumes floating through the air; people of all styles, origins, social class and profession, interacting and mingling into one cohesive whole.
  
  Stepping through, you find yourself in a huge, vaulted space, the walls made of roughly-hewn stone dripping with the corruption of ages. This is the Footfall longshore, and it is crowded with hundreds of void-farers, labourers, servitors, merchants, and scum—all swearing, grunting or calling out the values of their wares. If you expected a welcoming party, you’re disappointed - this is Footfall, where money and blood are the only currency. 
conversations: whiskytangofoxt:
conversations: human
conversations:  Lupa Solarii 
  
  The ex-Arbite strides the bridge barking orders at the ratings and the more junior officers.  "Stand to. Make the ship secure and begin port repairs. Set the port watch" 
  
  With that done she turns to salute the Captain.  "Lord Captain de'Torres. All airlocks secured and the crew beginning the port watch. Should I asign a security crew to accompany you ashore? 
  
  That done she checks the straps of her combat helmet, the charge on her shock maul and the safety on the combat shotgun.   Hmm, she thinks, I wonder if I can pick up a few things here to help me out in the future.  
conversations: DrK:
conversations: human
conversations:  "No Lupa, I think the senior officers - yourself included - should be company enough for this jaunt." 
conversations: rb780nm:
conversations: human
conversations:  Shandra Dorkray
  
  The void master looks around observing the bridge for a few moments. Then turns to the captain and gives him a lazy salute. Orders Captain? 
conversations: BlueMagnusStorm:
conversations: human
conversations:  Winter 
  
  Winter stood in the shadows at the back of the bridge, surveying the command deck as the other senior officers arrived. Her right hand rested over the pommel of her monosword belted at her waist, the left hung near the bolt pistol strapped to her thigh.
conversations: Ceridan:
conversations: human
conversations:  Lupa Solarii 
  
  Lupa glances at the Lord Captain   "Sometimes I swear he's trying to get himself killed!  , she thinks inwardly glancing across at her counterpart the fearsome Lady Winter and rolling her eyes towards de'Torres.
  
   "As you say Lord Captain."  she answers swiftly forming up beside the Lord-Captain as they begin the slow walk towards the lift shaft and eventually the airlock by the Footfall docking arm. Glancing around the rest of the assembled senior staff she'll ask  "Do any of you know much about this place?" 
conversations: DrK:
conversations: human
conversations:  Quataul 
  Quataul sits down deep in depths of the ship, the door on his cage hangs open and he lazes about in his thin blanket hammock tied to two ends of the cage. Beside him are his belongings and an overturned crate with an empty plate and his micro-bead ready to receive orders. He often keeps to the darker and dim areas of the ship to keep the crew at ease, the cage a ploy in case any particularly xenophobic people came on board and he needed to pretend to be a crazed animal. Though in an alien heartbeat if needed he would gear up and report for duty, it's what he's paid to do. One good thing about the solitude, most people never noticed him on the ship, his natural camouflage abilities deflecting all but the most observant or patient from spotting him.
conversations: Gamgee:
conversations: human
conversations:  Lupa Solarii 
  
  Heading towards the dangerous mixing pot that is Footfall Lupa glances around still concerned about the lack of security detail. Reaching for her microbead she patches herself through to the Kroot in the bowels of the ship, whispering quietly to not irritate the Captain.  Quataul, this is Lupa. We are heading onto the planet. Would you care to accompany us. Footfall is not an  official  Imperial World and I've heard rumours of Krrot living there amidst other semi-tolerable xeno creautures. 
conversations: DrK:
conversations: human
conversations:  Quataul 
  "Roger." His speech is thick and slow sounding. He grabs all of his gear and attaches it to his belt, pouches, or bandolier. After this he swiftly makes his way to meet up with the away party.
conversations: Gamgee:
conversations: human
conversations:  ++Senior officers, please meet me at the docking clamp. Full arms and armor, if you please,++ the Lord-Captain voxes to his inner circle.
  
  Leaving the bridge in the care of a third lieutenant, he made his way to his ready room where his personal armory was stored. Holstering his pistol and strapping on his power sword, he drapes his xeno-pelt cloak over the carapace armor that protected his body.
conversations: rb780nm:
conversations: human
conversations:  rb780nm:
  
  Your microbead crackles for a fraction of a second, then a familiar voice sounds in your ear - harsh, deep, and heavy.
  
  " Lord-Captain, thevox-networks seem to be buzzing with news. Something's going down. "
  
  The voice belongs to one Arkady Refes, your on-board "Master of Communications".
  
  " Something they are calling... The Foretelling. As far as I can make out, it's an auction. Co-ordinates, to be precise. Must be something pretty valuable there. "
conversations: whiskytangofoxt:
conversations: human
conversations:  Shandra will turn to Lupa and say  "I'm afraid I don't know much apart from the location of some nearby drinking holes which I doubt are of much use to you" 
  
  She then turns, checks the barrel of her large navelshot cannon, hoists it over her shoulder and heads towards the docking clamp as per the captains orders.
  
   "I hope something interesting happens here. Time spent in the void of space with nothing happening can get mighty boring"  she thinks.
conversations: BlueMagnusStorm:
conversations: human
conversations:  Winter 
  
  Winter fell into step with the captain, two steps behind and a step to his left. She spared a nod to the long suffering first officer. De' Torres had been nonchalant about his personal security for as long as she had known him. She suspected he was worried about the image he projected to the crew. Winter found it dangerous, and a tad foolish, but then he was a captain and she was just Master-at-Arms.
  
  Winter let a rare grin grace her face at Dorkray's words.  "Indeed, we can hope can't we?" 
conversations: Ceridan:
conversations: human
conversations:  ++That is very interesting, thank you Mr Refes. Please keep me appraised if you hear anything else++
conversations: rb780nm:
conversations: human
conversations:  Lupa 
  
  Lupa turns, an inquiring tilt to the helmeted head.  "Something interesting Lord Captain? A chance for profit I hope?" .
  
  As she walks around she'll grimace slightly at the other 2's words.   In this sort of alien place I hope its all nice and quiet   she thinks.
conversations: DrK:
conversations: human
conversations:  ++ I believe... it's being held in one of the old Courthouses. You'll need to ask around. I'd be careful who you speak to, though - docking records show that many Traders have shown up, presumably looking to claim this one for themselves. ++
conversations: whiskytangofoxt:
conversations: human
conversations:  Lupa 
  
  Lupa smiles at the news. A race between Rogue Traders could be both exciting and profitable and their clipper was one of the fastest ships in the sector.
  
   Lord Captain, shall we head to one of the Inns near the space docks? They should hold most of the pertinent facts and I can begin inquiring into some of the details. 
conversations: DrK: