<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=104145.msg4523567#msg4523567">Quote from: Creeper on 18-04-2011, 20:35:25</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Delila was about to go into great detail on the possible sexually transmitted diseases the rogue trader may have picked up when she was grabbed by one of the local drunks. The smell of stale beer and failure confirmed him as Torvan the fallen. The tall woman glared down at the man through her helmet before delivering a hard knee to Torvan's crotch.<br/><br/>"Unhand me. You are no Uncle of mine," She hissed. Male members of her house outside of close family were always referred to as Uncle. "Be thankful for that. If you were a member of my House you would have died on Nosfen IV long ago."<br/><br/>Delila's interest in disaster demanded attention. "Now, what are you blathering about?"<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Torvan simply grunted and spasmed back a bit from Delila.  "No uncle, don't call me daughter instead."  He muttered, his warp eye twitching open for a brief moment and causing some kind of pressure in Delila's head.  In her mind, Torvan's words kept on ringing<em>Gonna get blowed up... gonna get blowed up... gonna get blowed up...</em>She spoke to him, but Torvan simply turned and walked away.  He wasn't about to have a conversation with someone who hit him in the crotch, as little self respect as he did have.<br/><br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=104145.msg4529144#msg4529144">Quote from: SomeGuy on 19-04-2011, 23:08:01</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Cortez carefully looked the man over before nodding to Sarah. "Sure thing, let's see what the message is."<br/><br/>Motioning for the others to follow he turning to Delila, "I hate to break up the family reunion, but are you coming along?"<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Lord Tarsus raised a hand to Cortez, and pointed himself off in the direction of the ship.  Somehow, the man always knew his bearings and relative direction to the ship, even if he'd just been in a spinning Aquila Lander that rolled over half a dozen times before coming to rest upside down.  "I'm going to go prepare the ship for launch."  He said, sensing that the group would be leaving port early.  "I'll put the<em>Reliquary of Alexander</em>on alert as well."  He said, before saluting and walking off, in obvious violation of standard navy procedure.  On the other hand, Lord Tarsus had never been a Navy man...<br/><br/>The messenger led the group several decks down to a military section of the station, the control nexus of one of the gun decks.  The area seemed oddly deserted, but that wasn't abnormal when there weren't any threats headed towards the station.  The group filed into a small meeting room where a lone astropath stood at the far end, staring blankly ahead.  The messenger handed the ticket to Cortez.  "Provide your authentication codes, sir."  He said simply, before crossing his arms and taking up a position by the astropath, his head bowed like it had been since the party first encountered him.<br/><br/>(Everybody may make awareness rolls.  Sarah and Delila receive +20 bonuses to this roll, while Thraxius gets a +10 bonus.  Delila's bonus is from Torvan)