<div class="floatright">(http://i814.photobucket.com/albums/zz70/StevenMGabriel/Inquisitor1321599041815.jpg)</div>“May your line prosper and the ancestors smile upon its fruition!”  ‘The Hat’ bowed low when Xanatov offered his personal greeting if only in lip service. Hwan Zhou however who was already smiling cracked that much more of a lopsided grin as he shook Xanatov’s hand. One of the many Scion’s of house Itugan look to have just that much more to do before the beginning of their voyage. That was the trouble with being the Lord Captain in endeavors like this wasn’t it? Always so popular. The Envoy with the large hat continued his praises to the Noble house in which they all stood, Kowtowing to lord Cyrillic himself after his speech, dolling out the other six men with a flick of a wrist and a readjustment of the scroll across his arm. Administratum adepts would forever be caught up in the tedium of paperwork and procedure.<br/><br/>Hwan Zhou in the meantime meandered after Xanatov before the young lord was set to take his place next to his bloodline after a brief exchange with the young unorthodox Missionary. A swagger still in his step he was far quieter than the boisterous envoy that had lead him in. Keeping that crooked grin plastered all over his face he raised a hand in greeting to the collection of crew and strolled his way up. Percieved as an attack or just being a louse, Zhou leaned on Arban with an arm clean over his shoulder. He had all the tact of bourbon soaked floor and waggled his finger at the Navigator as if the two of them should be old friends. “You. This man here. This man is a man who knows his way around. I have never…EVER been so comfortable with who we are going to have guiding us out there in the black. I haven't seen my man Arban here since he was thiiiis tall. This man right here.” He laughed softly and held his free arm out to around the height of a young child, gritting his teeth together somewhat painfully at the memory no matter how pleasantly he spoke of it in tone.<br/><br/>“Oh… Oh I should introduce you two. Do you know miss Serkova here? You two should get acquainted. Very rare that a Navigator and a Void Mistress don’t work hand in hand.” He’d scrunch up his nose and eyebrows as though squinting at Katarina like an old lecherous drunk. The leather strip across his eyes however quelled any notion of him actually doing so, however. Tilting his head back toward Arban he smooshed the arm around the other mans neck into the back of his head  and endangered himself with getting pummeled to nudge the mans vision down a little lower. “Her breasts are down<em>there</em>my boy. There, that’s it. HAH. Now where was I…oh yeah…<strong>palm-to-palm</strong>.” His neck craned over to Seda; technically Nikolai as well by proxy of where he was standing and squeezing the techpriest from. “Better keep that engine room spick-and-span or I’ll tell our Astropath there to send a call out to your mother. I…don’t think we’ve been formerly introduced Sir Astropath. As my silk underwear laden jailer back there so woefully introduced me, I am Chun Hwan Zhou of Ru Xun Yu. Words, words, words-words-words. “<br/><br/>Rolling his wrist in mockery of all the pomp going on he finally opted to let go of the Navigator if he hadn’t already pushed him off himself. Hands now in his pockets he yawned softly and popped his neck with a quick roll of it backward into the collar of his coat. “I’m here because His Excellency knows in all his eleven year old wisdom if I stay in his palace much longer I’m bound to blow it up. I used to have fun doing things like that to the kittens in the War of the Wounded Tiger but honestly…I’ve never met a Roksh who couldn’t use a little attitude adjustment. Dour Xenos, real boring in interrogations.” Taking a turn in attitude he shook his head disapprovingly at some unspoken memory, soon inhaling sharply and moving along in topic.<br/><br/>“Anyway! You all look like party people. Can we have a party? I mean like this one. Only without all the moaning and weird sex everywhere. I mean they don’t have to be mutually exclusive I just find it kind of distracting. Emperor forbid I start laughing and choke on a piece of cake or something. Yooou…I bet you really know how to knock ‘em back…” and off he went again taking a few steps toward the Arch-militant, hunching forward and resting his hands on his knees just before the fruit girl got there.<br/>