Rogue Trader: Void Bound (Private)
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				Title: <strong>Rogue Trader: Void Bound (Private)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ChaoticSky</strong> on <strong>29-12-2009, 18:14:45</strong>
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				Energy flared and a incandescent vortex of violet energy swirled outwards, the source of which was a brightly shining hole in reality, which dimmed for a moment, then a ship suddenly lurched forth, static energy crackling along its hull and arcing out into space as the vortex collapsed behind it. The ship had been deposited into orbit around a desolate rock, but if the lights were any indication... there was some habitation down there.<br><br>The ship was a Dominator Class Cruiser, the Rogue Trader '<em>Void Bound</em>', once a Imperial Navy vessel, it had been purchased and re-purposed many years ago. The Navy emblems had been stripped and replaced with Rogue Trader sigils, and in particular, the winged-ring icon of the Avorn family. The <strong>Massive</strong> golden statue of Saint Somthing-or-other that had once stood atop the ships hull, had been removed, and replaced with smaller iron figure of a space marine, supposedly the Primarch Rogal Dorn, who had signed the Avorn Family Charter. The statue had been the same one recovered from the Avorn Family's old ship, which had served well for over nine thousand years, before finally beginning to show its age, and now stood proudly atop the <em>Void Bound</em> his characteristic sword menacing the depths of space. Within, the ship was every bit a Imperial vessel, massive, dark, and cavernous, it was a buzzing hive of activity for about ten minutes a day, five at lunch and five at midnight, when the shifts changed, the rest of the time, you could wander the dimly lit corridors for hours and hours and never see a soul. Though some changes had been made, of course. The segmented cargo bays, and extra quarters, which once carried regiments of Guardsmen to which ever hellhole Imperial Command had decided they die on, had been knocked out, to form two massive cargo bays and were now filled with loot, wealth, and a variety of legal and not-so-legal items for trade. Additionally, a great deal of money had been spent to make the uppermost crew deck more comfortable, where stayed the Captain's retinue and any dignified official-type people who had the coin to pay for passage; the dim, ever-flickering lights had been replaced with quality ones, carpet had been laid, and other such luxuries made the deck very... home-ey.<br><br>The Bridge was of somewhat typical Imperial style, a half oval shape, soaring vertical planes of&nbsp; plastiglass formed the walls and provided a view of the outside, each capped with stained glass shaped into religious iconry. The Upper Bridge, being a raised half circle platform that dominated the rear of the Bridge held the captains chair, and seats for her pet and bodyguard. The Lower bridge was a scatter of cognators and panels and stations, and was a buzz of activity, crew and servitors coming and going. At the base of the upper bridge, right below the Captain, was the chair of her first officer, who had served with her father, and was still kicking about, even now. His place on the lower bridge was so he could ensure the captain's orders where followed, not that there was much problem with discipline on the <em>Void Bound</em>. At the very front, on a slightly lowered deck, before the front-most window, was the Navigator's Socket. While the helms station sat just behind it, on the main deck and therefore at a level where the helmsman, or woman, in this case, could see clearly over the navigator. In the centre of the bridge was a large hololith projector that displayed a spherical tactical view of the space surrounding the ship, the outer-most edge aligned with the maximum range of the ships massive Nova Cannon, the range of the sensoria went further of course, but there was nothing the ship could do about anything outside this range, as a result, it was quite sufficient for its task, at the moment, the right half was dominated by the gently curved plane of a planet. <br><br>Captain Avorn grinned, disengaging the grav restraints built into her chair so she could lounge properly. The warp was (usually) relatively calm, as long as there were no hiccups in the Gellar Field which preserved a bubble of realspace around a ship, thus protecting it from the perils of the Warp. But to call the transition to or from the Warp 'turbulent' was like calling a tornado 'windy'. “Anyone crack their skull open?” shed called out, only half serious. They'd once ferried a Administatum Official who had decided the transition warning didnt apply them, and went wandering the halls instead of jumping into the nearest grav-chair. He'd cracked his skull on a ceramite bulkhead, but fortunately, since he was a higher up in the Administatum... there was nothing in his skull to damage.... and the whole event had since become a joke among the crew. Though everyone currently on board had better sense of course.... it never hurt to ask.<br><br>To her right was her pet, a cute abhuman shed bought a couple years back, sitting on the cushion shed had put there for him, with a built in grav-restraint for those transitions of course, and she reached out to stroke his ears... shed always felt it better to treat him well, that way hed never be inclined to risk his current halcyon circumstances by slipping a knife or something between her ribs while she slept, besides, he was fun in bed, and while she could be forceful at times, she'd never raped anyone, and didnt intend to start. To her left and alittle behind, was a Space Marine, her friend and bodyguard, his large form seated in a massive ceramite throne. Big enough to accommodate even his armoured form and inscribed with his chapters heraldry and draped with a silk scarf of his chapter's purple. She did not pet him, though she was tempted to on occasion, while he was certainly as well endowed as his massive form suggested, and thus great in bed, shed always found him abit stiff, and thusly, not likely to appreciate the humour. And lets be honest. Only Inquisitors where really completely comfortable around the massive supersoilders, even Avorn, who had grown up around abhumans and xenos and had no issues with them whatsoever, still found herself slightly in awe of him.<br><br>Avorn stamped her foot on the deck, to make sure she had the Astropath's attention. He was interred in a tube of amniotic fluid, under the upper-bridge, being totally anti-social as he was... it had been his request. “Contact the surface and find out the date.” which he did, and it was exactly what they had expected it to be, so she relaxed, and called out to the navigator, “Good work Benidal, but dont get sloppy, if I ever end up a hundred years in the future, or some shenanigans like that, I'll kill you” her tone was light, lacking the hard edge of a real threat and she had made a similar statement every time we came out of warp, so it had quickly faded into banter, she was only joking... maybe. It was known to occur... the warp was a senseless place, and there were plenty of stories about ships who made a trading run to the next system over, only to arrive four days later and find that a decade had passed, or for troop ships full of re-enforcements to arrive only to find their war had been over for millennia, or hadnt begun yet, and so on. Many dismissed this as wild rumours, but not Avorn, as she had lost almost eight months once, and had been positively irate about it at the time, apparently this being one of the few things that really struck a nerve with her.&nbsp; She called out to the helmswoman "Helmsman! Put 'er in a nice orbit... if we hit anything, its coming out of your pay!” Then studied the tactical holo-projection for a moment, before finally rising from her chair.<br><br>She gave the order to at-ease... which on this ship meant the fun was over, and the crew should go back to their boring routines. Turning to her pet, she spoke again “Go to the mess hall and get the cook to feed you.... and you have my permission to bite him if he tries to feed you those stale, Guard-issue, ration bars again... then track down the others and tell them I'll be expecting them all to join me for dinner... I've got a delicious plan....” she purred the last few words, then turned to leave, calling over her shoulder to the space marine “You too, Darvius, Dinner is at six sharp!”, before the doors to her room closed behind her. Sighing, she checked her pocket-chronometer, it was about 1pm terran... about time for her to contact her source... <br><br>Not long after, she de-activated the ships vox transmitter, and grinned. Feeling a need to celebrate (and horny, but it was safe to call that a constant affliction of hers). She decided shed fuck the next person to come to her door. Of course, they would be using the other door, the one that was up a small flight of stairs from the luxury crew deck. Not the one that joined to the bridge, which she never let anyone use but herself.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader: Void Bound (Private)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>29-12-2009, 19:05:18</strong>
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				The purity seals layering the armored dome of the Navigator's compartment ceased their humming, dissipating the concentrated psychic energy that protected its priceless occupant from the Immaterium's ravenous denizens and settling into the low clicking of standby power. Inside, the priceless occupant in question shuddered in esctasy, all three eyes opening and closing rapidly as he shook off the euphoric effects of warp-space. The Captain said something, pulling him back down to reality a bit faster than he would have normally as he processed what she said, and he smiled. Through the vox-speaker that let him communicate with the bridge while locked in his protective pod, he replied with a wobbly laugh, "Captain, you know the day I steer us off by more than a month, I'll already be dead and you'll be pumping shells into whatever's decided to move in and use me as a hab-dome."<br><br>It was true, too. the famed trait of his particular bloodline, the one that had eventually ended him up where he was now, was their reliability. Other Houses were at home on the fastest currents, or more skilled at conducting a smooth transmission between realities, but his legacy was his family's ability to intuitively sense and avoid the eddies and other mishaps that often plagued less cautious vessels. Well - his ex-family, technically, but that wasn't relevant to the situation. Recognizing the signs of a wandering mind again, he reached for the rack of injectors he kept to one side and selected one at random - stimulant this time. He depressed the needle, pumping the drug into his bloodstream, and shook his head violently as the world abruptly spun back into focus. Like almost everything else about him, his blood chemistry didn't function according to human standards; drugs, no matter if they were stimulants or hallucinogens or depressants, failed to follow their function. Instead, they deadened his warp-sight, anchoring his mind in the real world and breaking him free of the high that followed every trip through the Warp. Better than any drug, it was, and far more dangerous, just the way he liked it.<br><br>He stretched as much as the tiny compartment allowed, retrieving the leather skullcap hanging from its hook above and pulling it tightly over his head, covering the hairless dome and the deadly third eye on his forehead (already drooping sleepily in response to the injection). Properly secured and safe to interact with 'normals', as much as that term applied to this crew, he hit the release button for the hatch and began to unfold out of it. It took a long time - he was tall, even for a Navigator, and whoever had lived in that pod before him, they had been much shorter. He finished and brushed off his mismatched and colorful clothing (today, a long cherry-red shirt and blue pants, offset rather horribly by his tattered black sash and skullcap, just in time to see the Captain disappear through her stateroom door. He knew how she always got after a successful trip - the Warp had its influences even through the Geller field, and in Capt. Avorn's case, sent her already exceptional libido through the roof. For a moment, he considered following her by the customary round-about route, but decided against it...even with the injection, he was still warp-happy, and would be for at least twenty minutes. It made for...distracted...lovemaking, to say the least, taking most of the fun out of it for both partners. Better to let some poor non-commissioned fool who decided to come report to her that Deck Thirty-Seven's life support was recharging successfully (Praise The Emperor) end up with the most exciting and confusing hour of his life to date. Benidal was fine with waiting, letting his energies refocus, and going to see the Captain for a 'private debriefing' later.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader: Void Bound (Private)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Insatiably Bored</strong> on <strong>29-12-2009, 20:36:31</strong>
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				Darvius smirked softly under his helmet as he listened to Avorn's words, though as she said <em>I've got a delicious plan</em> he would shake his head softly. now those where two words that never seemed to match up to what she had in store for them, she had done many delicious things, and had many a plan but never had the two been put into the same sentence and happened that way. more than likely she would lead them into cultist infested ruins, or a space hulk crawling with genestealers. though as she closed the doors, the small whoosh of air and the tone of her voice spoke clearly of her "mood", perhaps there would be a way to kill two birds with one stone, at least so to speak. he wanted to know what she had planned, and normally the best way to get her talking was to give her what she desired, which more or less was a good fucking.<br><br>reaching over to a small sphere dial upon the "throne" his armored fingers of his gauntlet swirled over the controls, and with a low grown and whirl of gears an assortment of servo arms burst from within to do their task. what normally would take thirty minutes for a collection of servitors and techpriests, would only take the servo arms a handful of minutes freeing him from his large suit of terminator armor. making sure the royal purple, and bone white robe hung to his frame without reveling himself to the crew, he remembered the last time that had happened.&nbsp; as he stepped down from captain's section of the bridge he would give the Navigator a soft nod of the head and the words "thank you for the safe travels" though the words where soft coming from him, it was still a deep and powerful voice, it commanded respect, fear and awe all at once. as he made his way along the back stairs memory of his last "show" bringing a smile to his face as his large frame moved with a fluid grace that seemed out of place with such a brute. he had used the back ways many a time, so he was use to ducking low to avoid bumping his head. <br><br>as he made his way along the long path, he would press his ear to the door out of habit, having more than once walked in on Avorn and her partner of the day(or hour depending on her mood). he had been content to speak as she "worked" but her partners rarely where, which meant he was chased out normally with sharp words and a dangerous item of some sort being thrown at him. using his advanced hearing he would listen for the sounds of another in her room. if nothing was heard, he would simply walk in, he was fearless, utterly so. in truth her rank was meaningless to him, it was the respect of a friend that keep him at her side. though this could cause problems, it granted one positive among many, his loyalty was unquestioning, he had walked into swarms of enemies for her welling being alone. he had done things that would make some question his sanity, even among marines for her, the reason was simple, she was his friend and as such, she was someone he would never allow harm to find. to harm Captain Avorn would be taken as a personal insult, and to those that had ever done this to a marine, there was no surviving that slight.<br><br>his large hulk would fit into her room with a trained ease, standing to his full height he would just barely fit.&nbsp; offering a soft smile to her, almost like an older brother looking to a trouble making younger sister. "what are you up to Avorn?" he chuckled softly, and then with the speed earned through his life of grueling training and implants he pounced forward. his hands easily hefting her off the floor and had her straddled over his midsection. her back would then roughly be pinned to one of her walls, her body easily supported by one of his hands as the other began to firmly grasp at her breasts. she would easily be able to feel the steel like grip, he could rip her frame in half without a second thought, though he was merely being playful with her. leaning forward he would bite the side of her neck, starting to suckle and lick on the flesh between his teeth. giving a soft tug he would let go of her flesh, his head moving so he could look down into her eyes deeply, both hands now grasping her rear end. he nipped at the tip of her nose softly as he spoke "so why don't you tell me just what you have in mind for this little excursion Avorn?". he tugged her from the wall in a blur and soon had them both upon her bed, his hands tugging roughly, yet still carefully at her clothing. just as she was rough and aggressive so was he at times, though rape was something he would never taste, he didn't plan to start now. if she wanted him to stop she had but say so, till then he would continue to explore her frame, with hand, mouth, tongue and as time went by, his erection would soon start to prod against her body.<br><br>with quick and firm hands he would tug her articles of clothing off and toss them to the floor wildly as he went along, becoming a little more "alive" than he normally was with her. moving to do so until he was finished, or she complained. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader: Void Bound (Private)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsakara</strong> on <strong>29-12-2009, 22:58:41</strong>
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				Arriana sat crosslegged on the forward observation deck, watching through the massive floor to ceiling windows as the swirling purple energies of the warp rippled and tore away to reveal the return of normal space and time. The gentle scratching at the back of her head faded away as the pressure on the gellar field faded away and deactivated. Despite the ship shuddering around like a screaming banshee, Arriana remained perfectly still, her feet locked into each other and her waist strapped into the single bench into the room. <br><br>As the afterimage from the warp slowly faded from her vision and the shaking ended, a dull, redish brown planet filled the viewing window.&nbsp; The ship was, from what she could tell, about twelve clicks above a rough cloud of asteroids that partly wrapped its way around the planet. It was clear that at some point in the relatively recent past, a large impact had thrown this huge debris field into orbit. But the lights on the surface remained, so the settlement was intact. She sat there for a few minutes admiring the view then slowly and gracefully rose off the bench and turned on her Vox transmitter. <br><br>"Medical Deck check in" she said into the communicator. <br>"This is nurse Varicosi, everything is clear here, no transition injuries reported."<br>"Good Good, I'm going to swing by the bridge and find out the order of business." She clicked the transmitter into standby as she strapped it onto her belt and began her stroll to the bridge. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader: Void Bound (Private)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ChaoticSky</strong> on <strong>30-12-2009, 00:40:33</strong>
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				The Captain's Room, was about what one would expect if you ever met her, soft carpet, huge comfortable bed, a highly illicit collection of sex toys, a open hot-tub off to one side, interspersed with weapon racks, control consoles, cognators and a collection of some of the odder artefacts shed recovered... those she couldnt sell anyway. there were no windows, and the roof, being a outer-wall was painted red and heavily re-enforced. She did bother to look when the door opened... not any anyone could simply walk up and open any of the doors on the ship. The only ones who could simply stroll in where herself, her pet, and her body guard... and judging my the booming voice... it was obviously the latter.<br><br>Avorn yelped playfully as she was scooped up, her legs encircling the Space Marine's large waist. As she was pinned to the wall, she easily shrugged out of the shoulder straps that held her pants up, truely the only bit of clothing she wore, but it dint fall, yet, due to the position, this got the one obstical out of his way, and gave him access to her breasts, her body warm, soft, and pliant under his hands, as always. As his hands slipped under her rump, she grinned and ground her body against him, teasing him back, “I'm~not~telling~” she singsonged deviously. And laughed as she flew through the air to land on her bed, “you can find out when everyone else does....” she told him, grinning, as he pulled off her pants, and threw them away... though they didnt fly far, and landed with a clunk, as the two bolt pistols pulled the garmet down. Thusly leaving her more or less naked, as she wore nothing else, certainly not underwear.. only her digi-weapon, power glove, and hat remained of course... she never removed those, not even for sex.<br><br>Frankly she wasnt one to lay down and take it during sex, honestly, the only member of the crew that could really get the advantage over her, whenever they wanted, in bed was that Dark Eldar... but then, what would you expect? Reaching under his robes, she began to stroke the Space Marine's large member.... with the powerglove-hand, letting him share the sensation she feels, just as he could snap her in half.... she could reduce his manly bits to a puddle of flesh-like goop with the powerglove's matter-destroying energy field. Not that she would of course... but danger is fun and she continued stroking him. “Mhmmm, one of us is over dressed...” she informed him in a sultry voice, clearly referring to his robe.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader: Void Bound (Private)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kolbrandr</strong> on <strong>30-12-2009, 01:15:09</strong>
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				He indulged in an irritated sigh at the last lurch of the ship, seated within the room that served as his quarters. The price paid for keeping off the webway for now seemed as something that would always wear at him. He quickly unfastened himself and flowing up to his feet, stretched in every direction his body would allow. It wasn't the stillness that bothered him, stillness he could handle. He had kept himself entirely still for well onto a day the one time, simply to keep an ideal vantage point he watched a community of Eldar from.<br><br>No, it was the sense of restraint that birthed the tension roiling in his limbs. The idea of being able to move whenever he so wished, however he so wished, was near and dear to him as a dancer, and it wasn't even as though there was a willing choice involved to sublimate it in this situation.<br><br>He slipped out of his shirt, leaving him in just tight pants and flip belt. He wanted to feel air on his flesh, even if it was the recycled kind. And the mask of course, he felt an impulse towards it.<br><br>And with that he was out in the cavernous halls of the ship, his motions at first languid, spiralling around in broad sweeps of his legs, moving slowly into a tempo that sounded only in his mind. Smooth muscles flexed and stretched as he arched his back, bending over backwards until he was in a handstand. And then propped up by one hand. And then in impossible grace, by a pair of fingertips. And then he was still. Perfectly still. By choice. As if making a point of the act to himself and the universe.<br><br>He drew out the pose for a while, until, with a controlled strain of his body against himself, he pushed up into a flip in the air of his body end over end, and from there he was a blur, tumbling through the halls of the ship, spinning off of pipes, running up walls, curling into a ball mid air to hurtle through small gaps in wiring and tubes. At times building enough momentum where it seemed he was effortlessly gliding through the air in leaps that he took, lithe frame outstretched, forcing himself enough against artificial atmosphere to give it a bit of current to pass over him.<br><br>It was soothing.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader: Void Bound (Private)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>30-12-2009, 01:33:44</strong>
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				Fingers worked dexterously in undoing the buckles and straps of her belts that kept her secured in her seat.&nbsp; &nbsp;For the ship had just come out of the vash'aun'an (warp).&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>The young woman known amongst her fellow crew as simply Cin.&nbsp; &nbsp;Her past a enigma to those that know her.&nbsp; &nbsp;As others gave thanks to the god-emperor of mankind and the Imperilium.&nbsp; &nbsp;Cin had quietly done her own sio't (prayers).&nbsp; &nbsp;Thou her's go to the wise Aun.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;For those of the ethereal caste wisdom guided all for the greater good.&nbsp; &nbsp;Of course she realized they could not hear her prayers.&nbsp; Or at least she did not think so.&nbsp; &nbsp; It thou did bring&nbsp; a sense of comfort for her to give her little sio't when slightly stressed.&nbsp; &nbsp; Stress was the word for her.&nbsp; &nbsp;For through she has done it numerous times.&nbsp; She really hated space travel.&nbsp; Preferring to feel the ground at her feet then be in the great expense of space.&nbsp; <br><br>Free of being strapped into her seat,&nbsp; Cin would stand.&nbsp; &nbsp;Stretching as she rose to her feet.&nbsp; Though it had not seem long, the time was much different going through the vash'aun'an.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;A slight purse of her lips, a moment with a whimsical expression flashed.&nbsp; The expression given for the longing for a good warm cup&nbsp; of ky'husa.&nbsp; &nbsp;However, the drink is something from back home.&nbsp; &nbsp;Never the less a drink is what she wanted now.&nbsp; &nbsp;The gue'la (human) of the Imperialium had a drink she liked.&nbsp; That if she stretched it might be close in comparison.&nbsp; Thou they did not serve it warm,&nbsp; it did heat her throat as it goes down.&nbsp; &nbsp;They call it cognac, this clear rouge drink.&nbsp; &nbsp;Thou strangely it was served in mere sips. <br><br>Cin would head to get her drink.&nbsp; &nbsp; As she is equally anxious to get back to deciphering the ancient Be'ghal (Ork) tablets&nbsp; she had picked up at their last stop.&nbsp; &nbsp;There were a few sigils that seemed out of place, thus a more thorough study and thought would be needed.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader: Void Bound (Private)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>30-12-2009, 03:08:22</strong>
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				Klaus walked around the lower deck of the bridge, satisfied that the crew were working at the peak of their usual performances, before he delegated the ship's Third to keep an eye on things as he left the bridge. He walked quietly, despite his size, and most of the crew knew him by name or reputation, allowing Klaus to move unimpeded as he headed towards the bow of the relatively new vessel, relishing the thought of getting some time to practice with his various weapons instead of dealing with administrivia and the captain's whims.<br><br>He took his time walking through the cavernous halls of the warship, before stopping at a reinforced door, which he opened easily, showing off one of the armories and and attached firing range. Walking to one of the weapon lockers, he pressed his hand against the flat plate set on the front of the locker, letting the print scanner ID him before the locker unlocked, opening up and revealing his most loyal companion.<br><br>The Mars-Pattern, Mark LXVII MultiMelta was, for lack of a better descriptor, a gas-powered Microwave gun that was powerful enough to turn even Leman Russ Tanks into large pools of glowing slag, and could do far worse to living creatures. Hefting the twin fuel canisters onto his shoulders, Klaus smiled as he picked up the twenty-kilogram weapon, activating the fuel feeds and aiming the gun downrange as a slab of pockmarked metal slid into view. A dull 'thoomp' later, and the metal plate was little more than flying gobbets of molten cermasteel. Chuckling to himself, He pulled a lho-stick from a small pouch and lit it using the red-hot coolant shroud covering the weapon's twin barrels, taking a long, slow drag from the stick as he lined up and fired at a fascimilie of an Ork, melting the construct into a puddle of undifferentiated, and steaming goo.<br><br>Picking up his vox transmitter, he keyed in a code that only he knew, and listened in on the ship's reports, smiling to himself as he continued to blast targets into slag for several long minutes, the activity relaxing to him, despite the reminders of his time in the guard.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader: Void Bound (Private)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Anathanasia</strong> on <strong>30-12-2009, 03:16:03</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><br>As she rose from her seat with the grace only Eldar can possess, Synaerihl stooped in one slick, seemless motion to pick up her fallen heavy bladed mono-sword, a falchion, from there floor where it had wound up after rattling off the nearby table during the warp transtion. Unlike the razorsnare still in hand, wound into a tight coil, she had thought it imprudent to keep the sharp blade in her lap.<br><br>Syn tossed the sword in the air a few times, simple small hops at first, then end over end to ever increasing heights, her feet always in motion; her ritual to feel the balance, to settle the weight in her hand, before practice. Practice. One of her few respites, the only 'vice' she could truly indulge in as much as she wished, <em>here</em>, among the mon'keigh. Sword still flying, now with broad sweeps cutting the air between high tosses, braid whirling as she spun through the huge room she had chosen today, and caught the sword, sliced behind her with a blindlingly fast motion at an imaginary foe, she finally unfurled the razorsnare. True, there was other vices, at times, drugs, when she could find things to make them - the ones the humans made were so dull to eldar senses- and sex, on occasion, but the vast majority of these pitiful creatures were simply too frail, even the ones that weren't just too afraid to try. The razorsnare snapped at the air, a dangerous weapon to practice with; barbed and hooked all along it's length, it was a painful weapon meant to ensare a foe and pull it close, into the reach of the falchion. Without something to grab, the expanding whiplike weapon had to be kept constantly in motion, or carefully slowed in order to wind it back up safely, without injuring oneself.<br><br>Her kin were of some interest, sexually, but as of yet nothing had occured. The pilot, the Eldar woman, was of course a very alluring prospect to Syn, the wych couldn't help but envision helping Arianna to experience all the sensations she must surely have denied herself all the centuries the Eldar had lived. Such sad cowardice, Syn thought as she slowed coming out of a spin, pulling the razorsnare back. She flipped herself with liquid grace onto a table, crouched, splinter pistol already drawn in her left hand, and fired at a handful of pre-chosen targets along the walls, never stopping as she let her momentum carry her over as she rolled off the table and back to her feet, splinter pistol already returned to it's holster at the small of her back. The other, the harlequin, was a different puzzle. Soulless, grim,&nbsp; a solitaire, she had to wonder if he could even feel pleasure. Did the Great Enemy already have his soul? If so, what hidden dangers could their be in coupling with him? They were both exiles of a sort, both extraordinary fighters and killers, the solitaire and the wych, which Syn had to admit left her feeling an odd...comraderie for him.<br><br>Then, of course, was the Space Marine. How interesting was he? How much extasy would Synaerihl feel in the work required to make the massive mon'keigh scream in pain and pleasure? How delicious would it make that strong soul...? She smiled at the wonderful fantasy as she whirled and flipped through the cavernous chamber, falchion and razorsnare slicing the air as she vaulted over or slid under any obstacles in her path, her inhuman pace never faltering. With a snap of her head, Syn felt the delightful sting of the barbs in her braids as they bit into her back, a warm flush at the exquisite sensation spreading through her svelte figure. The Captain was her only even remotely regular partner, when Syn allowed; the restaint she had to maintain could be painful at times, but there was still some fun in it. She was a too worried she'd harm the other humans in the 'command crew' to have tried anything with any of them, not wanting to be put off the ship. Here, she at least could manage to to find a proper 'diversion' or two on each planet they stopped at; there were enough mon'keigh, she doubted that she would even notice one or two soulless husks left behind in the wake of the <em>Void Bound</em>.<br><br>Finally she stopped, Syn spiralled out of her routine in an elegant victory pose, sword up and high as she balanced on the toes of one foot, the other long leg hooked, knee out to the side and toes barely touching the knee of the first. Razorsnare coiled, she held it, still ready, at her waist. <br><br>Relaxing, the wych dropped her arms and stood, feeling the cool air on her sweat slick skin. A bath, she though, would be nice. It would also give her an opportunity to indulge her only other freely available vice, and self-pleasure was always such a fine end to a stimulating workout. <br><br><br></span></span><br><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Note: Please forgive any tense shifting...I'm trying to get myself used to past tense again... :P </em></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader: Void Bound (Private)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsakara</strong> on <strong>30-12-2009, 05:02:54</strong>
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				Arriana Stepped onto the large half-circle bridge of the Void Bound, it appeared the Captain and first officer had already vacated the bridge. She nodded to the officer of the watch as she stepped down onto the lower bridge where the pilots and the navigator were located. Folding her hands behind her she watched as the huge vessel was slowly maneuvered into a highly oblique orbit, the ship would pass within 100 kilometers of the planet then swing back out to 4000, allowing the ship to launch shuttles and other low orbit craft without losing too much speed, allowing for a fast escape if necessary. Arriana mused over the interesting choice of orbits but said nothing of it, instead, she turned to the officer of the watch and nodded to the planet. <br>"So whats the mission here? Standard trade and talk?" <br>"Not sure, cap'n didn't say the officer said, you'll have to ask her." He said politely.<br>"Not particularly interested in paying the captain a visit. I have been monitoring the vox." She said with a gentle laugh. She turned back towards the swirling brown planet, dust storms kicked across the daylight side, while the night side glimmered with scattered settlements and cities. She clicked her Vox to the internal Sensoria system information network. <br>"Void Bound what is the location of First Officer Klaus Steiner?" <br>"First Officer Steiner is currently in the forward firing range." The emotionless female servitor voice answered curtly. She nodded to the officer of the watch and exited the bridge, taking the long central spine hallway that spanned the ship to get to the armory with its affixed firing range. She put in the access code and silently slipped into the armor, the aging officer had a huge weapon hoisted over his shoulder and was blasting Ork cut outs with it. Not wanting to interrupt him, she sat down crosslegged to the side and watched him fire the cannon.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader: Void Bound (Private)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>30-12-2009, 05:48:20</strong>
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				Klaus felt the doors open behind him, followed by the presence of the Eldar woman behind him, prompting him to pause, and light a second lho-stick from the hot barrel of his weapon. Smiling, he set the Multimelta down on the reinforced shelf separating the firing range from the armoury, and looked at the smaller Xeno. "Arriana. What brings you here? Finally decided to take my advice and get that junky needler of yours looked at?"<br><br>He shrugged out of the fuel pack for the large weapon, then, turning, he unholstered his personal laspistol and sent a bolt of coherent light into a cutout of a Genestealer, coring a neat hole into the image. Pausing, he cursed under his breath, and placed the pistol on the shelf, popping its power cell from the grip, before he turned, picked up his MultiMelta, and placed it back in its storage locker. Muttering quietly, he returned to the pistol, and, using a screwdriver he picked up from a small drawer under the lip of the shelf, he adjusted the pistol's focusing lens, fiddling with the pistol carefully so that it would shoot straighter.<br><br>A moment later, he picked up his vox unit, and spoke into it. "Void, send a Servitor to the Fore armoury with a replacement toolset for weapon maintenance." The emotionless voice that returned through the vox affirmed his order, though he paused, and looked at Arriana for a moment. "Did you tinker with the Servitors again?" His query trailed off into some muttering, his dark eyes flicking back to the laspistol for a long moment before he busied himself trying to fix the handheld flashlight with only a screwdriver, and a lot of quiet cursing.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader: Void Bound (Private)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsakara</strong> on <strong>30-12-2009, 06:14:56</strong>
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				"Ah well I was in the Observation watching the light...its quite fascinating really...when we dropped out of the warp, and after her message, I didn't want to...intrude on the captain." Arriana said with a laugh, still watching him pump shots into targets. "So I figured I'd come see you, get the stats on the next mission, the usual."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader: Void Bound (Private)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>30-12-2009, 06:38:28</strong>
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				Klaus Shrugged, re-seating the pistol's power-pack and taking a few shots at an image of a Squig. One shot missed wide, followed by the next two hitting the target in the middle. "Don't know what the captain's cooking up in her mind at the moment, though, knowing her general state of mind, it could turn into a nice, peaceful cargo run, or we could end up being run out of the system, again, by whichever local Governor thinks that we're too rag-tag and Heretical to even pretend to consider owning a Cruiser, much less one that's virtually brand-new from the assembly yard."<br><br>Placing his pistol on the shelf again, he turned as the door opened, collecting the toolkit he had requested, and sending the servitor on its way with a nod of assent. Opening the kit, he tossed the screwdriver into the bottom of the box, and picked up a calibrator that was purpose-built for the work he was doing on his pistol, and quietly tinkered with it. "What about you? Any Ideas on what we'll encounter, or should I just assume it'll be a den of Chaos, and bring out the Face-melter as a preventative measure?"<br><br>his second Lho-stick was almost completely burned out when he finished tinkering with his pistol, which a few practice shots showed that it would hit what the sights aimed at.&nbsp; "So, want me to look at your needler, or not?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader: Void Bound (Private)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Insatiably Bored</strong> on <strong>30-12-2009, 07:07:44</strong>
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				Daruis chuckled happily, sighing out a soft but pleased moan, it had been far too long since he had sought out this particular branch of exploration. he shuddered softly as he felt the cool metal run along his length smirking softly as he closed his eyes, slowly tugging his robes from his frame. exposing his broad shoulders, wide chest, heavy muscle mass and collection of scars. the purple and white robe would flutter to the floor,&nbsp; one hand holding himself just mere inches above her, while the other slipped down to return her touches. his large fingers tracing along her slit, applying a firm pressure to her clit before rubbing it between two finger tips. his lips would find the side of her neck, his teeth biting down playfully he made sure to suppress the Becther Glads within his lower lip. the poison had a tendency to blind on contact, and if left for too long on flesh it would start to burn through it. <br><br>the cold metal of the input jacks for his connection to his armor would brush softly against her skin as he gently ground his larger body against her, slowly starting to slip his middle finger into her slit to explore her inner walls with an almost rehearsed perfection, for each time they had coupled, he remembered each of her sweet spots. with perfect timing and placement his fingers would stir within her, hitting the places to cause the most reaction, to have her singing that sweet song of ecstasy. with a soft pop he would let the side of her neck go, leaving a deep purple and blue love mark upon her neck, he would spend a moment to enjoy the sight of the mark upon her neck, then he would start to kiss down along her flesh. his teeth giving her collar bone a harsh yet controlled love bite, this his mouth would be upon one of her nipples, suckling firmly as he continued to work her inner walls with his middle finger. drawing his hand back and forth quickly, letting his thumb pop against her clit with each motion of his wrist. <br><br>slowly Darvius would lower down to an elbow, supporting himself why freeing his other hand for use. his newly freed hand would slip up and begin to stroke her other breast while he continued to nurse on her nipple. slowly he would slip his ring finger into her to add to the pressure and sensation he was giving to her. he would swirl his tongue around her nipple before letting go with a wet smack, licking his lips he would glance into her eyes a playful glint in them, something he would only give to her "are you sure you can fit me into you Avorn, you seem just too small...". his words where a jest, and a challenge one that he would give to her only when he was thoroughly excited. the only other time he had been like this was after they had coupled after purging a rat's nest of cultists, his armor slick in gore, his twin hearts beating. for him sex and killing his enemies gave just about the same rush, but when he was doing one after the other, his "high" was only amplified. by the throne he prayed they would be slaying some cultists within the next few hours, or at least some time on the gun range to hear the roar of his weapons.<br><br>smirking softly he would slid his fingers from within her slit, and roll them over so she was in his lap, her legs spread eagle over his hips as both hands grasped her rear end, grinding her against her power fist and his length as he leaned back against the head board, looking into her eyes deeply, they gleamed with just about the same level of deviousness as her own. he smiled and let her enjoy her place, waiting for the moment she freed his length from her power fist and either took him, or foolishly gave him half the chance to slip up into her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader: Void Bound (Private)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ChaoticSky</strong> on <strong>31-12-2009, 19:31:24</strong>
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				Avorn writhed under the Space Marine as his large body ground against hers sensually, moaning as his over sized finger entered her and began playing her sweet spots like a instrument. She knew it was coming, but she still growled at him for leaving a hicky, shed be genuinely angry the first time, but nowadays she didnt really mind any more, being displeased more out of tradition than anything else. Though she did murr receptively as he bit her collarbone lightly, enjoying the bit of roughness.<br><br>She let him continue, as his mouth captured her breast and he began to suck and tease at her breast, and added another finger between her legs, her moans increased in volume and frequency, the sensual writhing motions of her body becoming slightly more erratic as she moved with the pleasure she was feeling. She laughed at his challenge and arched her back playfully, “mhmmmmmmm I think we both know the answer to that 'eh? 'theres only one way to find out'!” she suggested, chuckling, and echoing what shed said the first time they were together.<br><br>Grinning at him, she lifted herself up and used the glove to position his member, before lowering herself onto it, moaning as she took him inch by inch and gasping as the large tool filled her completely. When she had finally taken its whole length, something had hand no problem admitting that she hadnt been able to do the first time shed convinced him to join her, With him hilted in her, she rolled her hips softly, creating delicious friction, before collecting his hands and placing them on her hips, to he could add his own force to what they both knew was coming next. She began to ride him, rising and falling on his member in lust filled rhythm, one surely matched by his own upward thrusts. To him, she knew, she was impossibly tight and even with a Marine's endurance... he would not last long <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader: Void Bound (Private)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>31-12-2009, 20:59:29</strong>
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				Eventually, Benidal's mind settled down to where he could pay attention to one thing for more than a few seconds, and what he realized was that he was hungry. There wasn't exactly time to stop and take a snack break while steering a cruiser through the unfathomable tides of the Warp, and he had been in that compartment for a while. It was time to get something to eat - and to drink as well. Thankfully, the odd rules governing his biology did not consider alcohol to be a drug, leaving him free to get as drunk as he wanted to when the occasion called for it. That wasn't what he was after now though, just a little pick-me-up to shake free the lingering traces of the journey, and settle his grumbling stomach.<br><br>Securing the Pocket behind him, he left the bridge and set off down the hallway to the small cafeteria shared by the bridge crew, thinking about a double-stacked grox burger and some amasec to wash it down with. His job in the mission was done for now, whatever crazy scheme the Captain had in mind this time - despite being the closest thing the crew had to a sniper, he didn't often go on ground missions unless they really needed an extra gun. She was almost as unpredictable as a current herself though, so this could easily turn out to be one of the rare exceptions.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader: Void Bound (Private)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Anathanasia</strong> on <strong>31-12-2009, 22:26:30</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><br>The brief bath had been refreshing, kept short because Syn was sure that they would hear soon enough exactly what the Captain had in mind at this stop. Hopefully not another simple trade stop; that always left the wych with nothing to do, except perhaps follow along behind the Captain and look dangerous if Avorn wanted to put a little menace into her negotiation tactics. Truly, that was almost worse than doing nothing, being unable to follow through on the fear she felt in the other parties.<br><br>Syn kept to the center of the dark passage, as cavernous and empty as the rest of the ship away from the workstations and crew quarters most of the time, as she dragged her armour and weapons behind her, almost carelessly tangled into bundle. She was still naked, not wanting to put her dirty armour and it's sweat soaked pads against her freshly cleaned skin, as she made her way towards her quarters. She'd find something to wear, then perhaps wander off in search of drink to divert herself until the Captain called.<br><br>But not too much alcohol, Syn didn't want to get drunk and accidentally murder a crewman or twenty. Like they'd even be missed, she sighed, among these thousands. All this restraint, so tiresome. How could the Eldar have managed all these millenia? <br></span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader: Void Bound (Private)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kolbrandr</strong> on <strong>01-01-2010, 00:22:40</strong>
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				His hand lashed out at the apex of several end over end flips through the air to plant and grip against a wall, pushing off of it to hurl himself down another corridor while yet aloft. Now this time with body again fully stretched, twisting in a series of perfect spirals through an arc that carried him javelin swift all along the next hall, and in front of Syn. His hands lifted up and pressed to the ceiling, giving him a split second axis to straighten his body along, landing then close to soundlessly on the balls of his feet and perching that way for a moment, birdlike, before standing more properly.<br><br>He regarded her with a curious and quizzical tilt of his masked head as he caught the sigh. He tapped his mask's expression with long and slender finger for a moment, his way of combining with the body language he felt her skills could read to silently ask if her desires were being a bother, given what the face of it was storied to represent among their kind.<br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader: Void Bound (Private)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>01-01-2010, 08:34:52</strong>
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				&nbsp;Poised seated in the small officers cafeteria at one of the tables. A glass of cognac held grasp within her right hand. Cin gently guides the glass in a subtle motion that stirs and rotates the drink within the glass. It swirling in a hypnotizing manner. For her eyes peered into the depths of the swirling potent liquid. Her thoughts though unfathomable to those around her. Seem to hold her spellbound to the drink held. Or was it by design a loving nature to which she nurtured her drink in such reverence.<br><br>With that same loving care, Cin would bring the glass up so she could take a sip. However, it is not a sip that is taken. For in one quick gulp she would empty the cognac down into her throat. The warm sensation that comes with the potent Terran drink. Would warm her from the inside out. In which would render a light flush to her appearance. Her tongue would dart out, to sweep over her lips. In teasing seductive swipe, as if she would snare the after taste of a lover.<br><br>'The sip of cognac is just what I had needed. It calmed my nerves, brought a sense of balance back. The uneasy feeling I had been having now gone. Another would do me just fine.'<br><br>With that last thought, Cin left hand would reach out to grasp the antique ornamental bottle of cognac from Terra to fill her glass once again for another sip of cognac. Fingers sliding around the bottle she would bring it up and begin to pour herself another drink. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader: Void Bound (Private)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Anathanasia</strong> on <strong>01-01-2010, 13:17:40</strong>
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				Synaerihl looked at the harlequin oddly, and shook her head, "What would you know of it, Solitaire, isn't your soul already long gone? Do harelquins even feel The Thirst, or does your Laughing God protect you even while you yet have your souls, I wonder?"<br><br>Shifting her balance slightly, and making no attempt to cover up her nakedness, she continued, "I don't suppose you even miss your feelings, if you can no longer feel, and how could an Eldar feel without their soul? They are just distant memories to you, aren't they?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader: Void Bound (Private)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kolbrandr</strong> on <strong>01-01-2010, 15:42:36</strong>
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				Though they had the edge of a jibe, her words largely merited a considering pause, arching up on the toes of one foot and balancing that way without particularly being aware of it, his other leg bending back into the air.<br><br>For the question to his soul, a nod of his head to confirm. For the Thirst, a shake of his head, then a shake of his head again. The Harlequins did not feel the Thirst, but that affliction was peculiar and particular to the Dark Eldar from his knowing of it. It wasn't that he couldn't speak, he could, he just went through stretches of feeling absolutely no impulse to. And the stories of the curse often freaked people out, so.<br><br>They were curious, the Dark Eldar. He wondered sometimes if being inducted amongst his kind could abate their thirst, and if so inducting was even possible. He wondered what earnest answering on their condition and perspective would sound like. And then he wondered if wondering was an emotion, but if it was, it was probably a pale one.<br><br>He held her in the regard of the red mask for a while longer, considering the last of her questions and challenges, then beckoned for her to follow him, straightening as he did. He paused, thinking of her prideful bearing, and with every due grace reached to lift up her hand to press vertically with his own, and between his own, as if both to note it was a request, and to emphasize that request, before letting it fall. If nothing else, there was a rush of heat that pulsed under contact with his skin, the aftereffect of the earlier straining of his body. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader: Void Bound (Private)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>01-01-2010, 19:22:53</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=56491.msg2596124#msg2596124">Quote from: Elven Sex Goddess on 01-01-2010, 08:34:52</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"> Poised seated in the small officers cafeteria at one of the tables. A glass of cognac held grasp within her right hand. Cin gently guides the glass in a subtle motion that stirs and rotates the drink within the glass. It swirling in a hypnotizing manner. For her eyes peered into the depths of the swirling potent liquid. Her thoughts though unfathomable to those around her. Seem to hold her spellbound to the drink held. Or was it by design a loving nature to which she nurtured her drink in such reverence.<br><br>With that same loving care, Cin would bring the glass up so she could take a sip. However, it is not a sip that is taken. For in one quick gulp she would empty the cognac down into her throat. The warm sensation that comes with the potent Terran drink. Would warm her from the inside out. In which would render a light flush to her appearance. Her tongue would dart out, to sweep over her lips. In teasing seductive swipe, as if she would snare the after taste of a lover.<br><br>'The sip of cognac is just what I had needed. It calmed my nerves, brought a sense of balance back. The uneasy feeling I had been having now gone. Another would do me just fine.'<br><br>With that last thought, Cin left hand would reach out to grasp the antique ornamental bottle of cognac from Terra to fill her glass once again for another sip of cognac. Fingers sliding around the bottle she would bring it up and begin to pour herself another drink.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>A spindly, pale hand with unusually long fingers beat her to it, picking up the bottle and tilting it to refill her glass for her. Setting it back down in reach, Bendial circled around from where he had silently approached and sat down across from her, his other handing holding the glass of amasec he had poured upon entering. <br><br>"You look troubled, Cin - more so than our trips usually seem to cause, Might something be wrong?"<br><br>He regarded the quiet young woman, his dark eyes thoughtful.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader: Void Bound (Private)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Anathanasia</strong> on <strong>01-01-2010, 21:15:03</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=56491.msg2596519#msg2596519">Quote from: Kolbrandr on 01-01-2010, 15:42:36</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">He held her in the regard of the red mask for a while longer, considering the last of her questions and challenges, then beckoned for her to follow him, straightening as he did. He paused, thinking of her prideful bearing, and with every due grace reached to lift up her hand to press vertically with his own, and between his own, as if both to note it was a request, and to emphasize that request, before letting it fall. If nothing else, there was a rush of heat that pulsed under contact with his skin, the aftereffect of the earlier straining of his body.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"Don't touch me, soulless thing!" Syn snapped, quickly withdrawing her hand. Her cold eyes were full of alarm, and perhaps even a little fear, as she clutched her hand to her chest. "Just because I pity your lack of a soul doesn't mean I want to chance giving you any of mine!"<br><br>"Besides," she continued passionately, turning away with a dramatic sweep of that free hand to take a couple steps, only to stop and look back over one elegant shoulder to regard the solitaire once more, "what could I <em>feel</em> with an emotionless husk? All the techinque you may possess, that...wonderful body of yours," as she looks him up and down appraisingly, "what do you think you can give me that I couldn't find with less risk to my soul with, say, the hilt of my falchion here?", kicking the monoblade with a dainty foot for emphasis.<br><br>"No," she shakes her head, "I think you should find one of the mon'keigh to sate your needs, Solitaire. With those pale shadows they mistake for sensation I'm sure they would find your mechanical expertise pleasure enough. Without that connection between two souls, however, I don't see how you could satisfy an Eldar."<br><br>Syn sneered then, but obviously it was more self-reflective than aimed at the Harlequin, "Even if you were to let me hurt you, even if you can feel any pain, it would be as nothing without feeling it touch your soul."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader: Void Bound (Private)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kolbrandr</strong> on <strong>01-01-2010, 22:27:35</strong>
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				He lifted his mask so he could favour her directly with an entirely baffled expression at her entire tirade, tilting his head.<br><br>He bothered, at that, to speak. His voice was sonorous, and reverberated through the listener in a melodic resonance.<br><br>"Not for sex. You were curious at my emotions, soullessness, at the Eldar, restraint, yourself, myself. The choices all made. It is a thing best demonstrated, not spoken. Don't have the tools for it here."<br><br>He shrugged.<br><br>"Follow or don't. Your choice. Any stripe of Eldar scared of the knowing of a thing is a deeply bizarre concept, though."<br><br>Said simply, before he perched to spin on one heel until he was in the direction he wished to go, and proceeded to flip down the halls end over end.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader: Void Bound (Private)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>01-01-2010, 23:27:02</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=56491.msg2596935#msg2596935">Quote from: TheGlyphstone on 01-01-2010, 19:22:53</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">A spindly, pale hand with unusually long fingers beat her to it, picking up the bottle and tilting it to refill her glass for her. Setting it back down in reach, Bendial circled around from where he had silently approached and sat down across from her, his other handing holding the glass of amasec he had poured upon entering. <br><br>"You look troubled, Cin - more so than our trips usually seem to cause, Might something be wrong?"<br><br>He regarded the quiet young woman, his dark eyes thoughtful.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>&nbsp;Just as she would grab grab the bottle. Preternatural long spindly fingers would first reach around and take a hold of the bottle. A brief brushing of her own fingers against those pale fingers. Cin immediately jerks back her fingers. Not in fear, only surprise. For she had not heard the approach of Bendial. Who now with deft skill would pour her another drink and set the bottle back on the table to rest.<br><br>A bit embarrassed at her reaction, Cin's eyes dart to the glass and refilled contents. A flick of her wrist she would get the drink to swish around swirling within the glass. Her eyes locked for a moment on this. As you moved around and took a seat at the table with her.<br><br>Cin's eyes riveted up with the question. A quick retort is stifled in that moment. A sudden outburst of a chuckle is given. As she found something suddenly amusing.&nbsp; &nbsp;She composes herself after a few moments and gives a response back.&nbsp; <br><br><em>"Aye, give me a planet to plant my feet upon. That do me just fine."</em><br><br>The sudden amusement that had swept over. Is the realization her fear, state of uneasiness of having been through the warp. And here you are asking her of it, one who has been bred to travel through space.&nbsp; &nbsp;As Bendial here filled the role as navigator of the ship.<br><br><em>"You must think I am foolish."</em> Cin quickly adds then. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader: Void Bound (Private)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>02-01-2010, 02:05:35</strong>
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				"Not at all - in fact, that much tells me more than you might think, and I can understand."<br><br>He takes a sip of his own drink before continuing.<br><br>"If I were to consider you foolish, I would have to apply that view to most of the human race. Most would consider me foolish to enjoy travelling through the Warp as much as I do, despite my being born and bred to it - at times I consider myself foolish indeed. The surface of a planet is where you feel comfortable because it's where humanity thinks it belongs. Some races spend their entire lives in space and feel no different for it, and I would not consider them foolish either."<br><br>He sat back, reflecting on just how little he or anyone else knew about Cin. She was well-spoken and versed in a number of languages, indicating some sort of scholarly experience. The unconscious way she occasionally slipped into what he believed to be the Tau tongue, along with the well-maintained alien rifle she carried, lent credence to the idea that she had grown up on one of the worlds bording Tau space, where the Imperial fist was lax and the odd blue-skinned aliens frequently visited for trading purposes, but that only narrowed down her possible origins to a small strip of planets instead of the vast entirety of the Imperium.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader: Void Bound (Private)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>02-01-2010, 03:02:21</strong>
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				Cin draws the glass up, the cognac still swishing around the glass. Bringing the glass up, her lips soft and full pursed over the rim. As once again she would in one gulp down the contents of the glass. Her eyes peering over the glass as you spoke to her in reply to her own answer.&nbsp; &nbsp;With that,&nbsp; Cin would lower her glass with Bendial finished his response.<br><br><em>"I don't think it is my Y'He with the vas~ warp.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;You're also afraid,&nbsp; I had thought differently."</em>&nbsp; &nbsp;The glass would clank as she set it back down onto the table.&nbsp; &nbsp;She had just caught herself with one of those slip ups.&nbsp; Nearly saying the Tau word for warp.&nbsp; However, she has indeed slipped in the very same sentence.&nbsp; &nbsp;As she used the Tau word for one's destiny and death with letting 'Y'He' slip out.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Her right hand would then reach for the bottle again.&nbsp; &nbsp;Evident the translator likes her drink.&nbsp; &nbsp;It has not been unknown in the past jumps, for her to get good and ripped drunk.&nbsp; &nbsp;As it is a running joke amongst the lower decks of roughnecks that abound.&nbsp; That&nbsp; if given a chance they give her a good piece of meat to wrap around.&nbsp; &nbsp; Fingers close around the neck of the bottle of cognac.&nbsp; A moment pause as her eyes once again lifted to your dark orbs.&nbsp; &nbsp; A sudden thought flashes in that moment.&nbsp; As she looked across at the smooth hairless navigator.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;That thought being it would be just wrong if he were not circumcised.&nbsp; That thought would spill over into her next words almost.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br><em>Circumcis-stances&nbsp; thou are such we are in a age that we can travel the stars.&nbsp; Oh well, do you know where are next job is taking us?"</em><br><br>Cin quickly covers the near slip of her sudden wayward thought.&nbsp; While finally changing the turn of conversation to a benign query on where their next job will be.&nbsp; &nbsp;While she would take up the bottle and pour herself another drink of cognac.&nbsp; &nbsp;No make that a double, well actually more like a triple of the Terran liquor.&nbsp; <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader: Void Bound (Private)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>02-01-2010, 03:18:36</strong>
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				"Of course. For most people, simply travelling through the warp sparks that primal fear all humans have of the unknown, layered on top of what little truth is common knowledge, For me, it is not unknown - the Geller Field shields me like it does us all, but it cannot blind me and still allow me to do my job. I know and see exactly what dwells in the Immaterium, and I would have to be stupid, insane, or both to not fear it."<br><br>He continues to sip at his own drink, taking a moment to eye it critically and think about refilling it just yet.<br><br>"Now that it occurs to me, this is something else we have in common. You drink to erase the feelings of the trip, settle your anxieties and fears to rejoin the real world. I do so to wipe out the memories, dull the feelings it leaves me with so that I can function like a normal person for a time. It's not something I would explain even if I could find the words...some things are safer left unsaid and undescribed...but there are times when I praise the Emperor for leaving me with the capacity to imbibe alcohol, when He took away so many other options."<br><br>To her other question, he shrugs. "The captain only gives me a destination, and expects me to find the best way there. I don't know what we're doing on this planet anymore than you do, or the rest of the crew. When she tells me it's time to leave, it'll start all over again."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader: Void Bound (Private)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>02-01-2010, 04:14:10</strong>
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				Cin tilts her head with a in a quizzical&nbsp; expression with this part of your words.&nbsp; 'But there are times when I praise the Emperor for leaving me with the capacity to imbibe alcohol, when He took away so many other options.'&nbsp; &nbsp;The reaction poised a catalyst for her to take and once again have her drink in hand.&nbsp; &nbsp;With her left hand reaching out to grab and lift the glass of cognac.&nbsp; &nbsp;Immediately drawing it up to once again take a one shot gulp in downing the contents.&nbsp; &nbsp; Though this time she downed a triple shot of cognac with what she had poured herself a few moments before. <br><br>The welcome buzz now took a hold.&nbsp; &nbsp;Just as the warm sensation that filled down into her core.&nbsp; All the while her thoughts go off in a wild tangent.&nbsp; &nbsp;Was Bendial a eunuch, one of those that have it loped off.&nbsp; &nbsp;Or is he born that way.&nbsp; Is that even the case,&nbsp; in what he meant with what he had said in that one sentence.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>It then struck her at that moment.&nbsp; &nbsp;Bendial was so like one of the Kor,&nbsp; the air caste of the Tau.&nbsp; They themselves long gangly members of the Tau race.&nbsp; &nbsp;In her inebriated state that is just now taking effect.&nbsp; &nbsp;It give rise to such thoughts.&nbsp; &nbsp;The long lanky body type, must be a condition and byproduct of being one of space and not really having a planet to call home.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br><em>"If not being to forward.&nbsp; What pleasures are denied you?"</em>&nbsp; &nbsp;Cin is too curious to let it go.&nbsp; That one sentence in your response.&nbsp; &nbsp;Has her thinking in that one train of thought, that dominates her own.&nbsp; &nbsp;Pushing aside the question she had formed a moment before.&nbsp; In which she would have queried to where you have come from.&nbsp; What planet you call home.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader: Void Bound (Private)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>02-01-2010, 04:29:36</strong>
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				"I mean drugs, the chemical mixtures and injections that are so many people's only escape from the soul-crushing dreariness of their lives. Spook...Fury...'Slaught...psychshrooms...the strongest stimulants or depressants or hallucinogenics, creations that would kill a man after only a few doses, they do nothing to us. The only drug a Navigator is allowed besides alcohol is the Immaterium, the feelings we get from steering our way through the warp. It's a feeling impossible to describe to a normal like yourself - there would be only one way for you to experience it, and that would kill you." <br><br>He rubbed absentmindedly at the black leather cap covering his forehead, close to where his third eye was hidden beneath. Apparently unaware of doing so, he continued.<br><br>"We're made to be drawn to it and enjoy it. Not quite an addiction - it would not specifically harm me if I were to never leave the surface of a planet again - but I would forever feel empty and alone. Warp travel completes us, but like any drug, it has its aftereffects - in this case, the memories of what I see there, which remain after the euphoria has faded."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader: Void Bound (Private)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>02-01-2010, 05:09:25</strong>
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				'Jacinta you foolish moron.'&nbsp; &nbsp;Cin would think to herself.&nbsp; As she flashed a ruddy glow of embarrassment at her own misguided conclusions.&nbsp; &nbsp;With the answer you gave in response to her simpleton query.&nbsp; &nbsp; As she slowly shook her head in the gesture of a no.&nbsp; &nbsp;In response to looking into the warp and seeing the horrors that abound within.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br><em>"Well I have no intention of looking into the warp.&nbsp; &nbsp;I will keep to happy ignorance.&nbsp; &nbsp;An let my imagination fill in the blanks of unknown.&nbsp; Instead of letting the horrors of reality. "</em> <br><br>While speaking she reach out and take up the bottle again.&nbsp; &nbsp;Now as she finishes speaking.&nbsp; She pour more cognac for herself.&nbsp; &nbsp;Thoughts traveling over your words.&nbsp; 'So it is like a drug an addictive one&nbsp; One that might be clouded if you took hallucinogenic drugs.'&nbsp; &nbsp;Her gaze would draw to your moving of the cap, that hides your third eye.&nbsp; Through she has forgotten letting such slip from her mind that you do have one.&nbsp; &nbsp;So the act is merely just that, with no significance to it.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader: Void Bound (Private)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>02-01-2010, 05:24:12</strong>
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				"You're remarkable astute, for that is exactly what they do. No matter its intention or effects on humans, any drug I ingest merely dulls out the 'second sight' that makes me what I am, and counteracts the 'high' I get from utilizing it. Without those same drugs, even that relatively short trip we just took would have left me dazed and dreamy for hours. With them, it was about twenty minutes, a bit less. I could have taken more to cut the time down sooner, and have when necessary, but it's dangerous to do so. Navigators are not Space Marines, we do not process toxins instantly but only ignore them. I'm sure that if I took enough, it would kill me just as dead as a normal person, but I would feel none of its influence in the meanwhile."<br><br>He drained the last of his amasec, sliding the cup to one side for now. "Alcohol, on the other hand, is one of the few precious ways in which I am completely, absolutely human to the last drop, so to speak."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader: Void Bound (Private)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>02-01-2010, 08:20:31</strong>
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				It is very much evident Cin seems to have no prejudices of fear or hatred towards you being a abhuman.&nbsp; Such as you are, she seems rather relaxed in sitting across from you.&nbsp; &nbsp;None of that normal unease you get with even the harden veterans.&nbsp; &nbsp; Non of that zealot fanaticism that borders on insanity just about all the time.&nbsp; &nbsp;With confessors, priests whipping the believers into feeding frenzies.&nbsp; &nbsp;The prospect of a inquisitor lord around some corner ready to apply the witches hammer on a wayward soul.&nbsp; &nbsp;As she seems not to be taken in with such.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Keeping the bottle in right hand,&nbsp; glass in her left.&nbsp; Cin would push back her seat, bringing her legs up to rest on the table.&nbsp; While she teeter the chair back to balance it on the back legs.&nbsp; Her knees would flex as she bent them with a idle rocking motion.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>All this done while she mused over your last statement on being all a gue'la like herself.&nbsp; In that moment she wonders if you also seek to bring about the greater good.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;A glance is given towards where you pushed your empty glass to.&nbsp; &nbsp;A moment pause as she stares at it.&nbsp; &nbsp;Then drawing her gaze back to you.&nbsp; <br><br><em>"You are done drinkng?&nbsp; People will say I have a problem with my drinking if I continue drink."</em>&nbsp; She would playfully tease.&nbsp; &nbsp;Lighting the talk that had so far been dominating the casual coversation that has occurred.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader: Void Bound (Private)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Insatiably Bored</strong> on <strong>02-01-2010, 14:29:35</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=56491.msg2594391#msg2594391">Quote from: Darkling on 31-12-2009, 19:31:24</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Avorn writhed under the Space Marine as his large body ground against hers sensually, moaning as his over sized finger entered her and began playing her sweet spots like a instrument. She knew it was coming, but she still growled at him for leaving a hicky, shed be genuinely angry the first time, but nowadays she didnt really mind any more, being displeased more out of tradition than anything else. Though she did murr receptively as he bit her collarbone lightly, enjoying the bit of roughness.<br><br>She let him continue, as his mouth captured her breast and he began to suck and tease at her breast, and added another finger between her legs, her moans increased in volume and frequency, the sensual writhing motions of her body becoming slightly more erratic as she moved with the pleasure she was feeling. She laughed at his challenge and arched her back playfully, “mhmmmmmmm I think we both know the answer to that 'eh? 'theres only one way to find out'!” she suggested, chuckling, and echoing what shed said the first time they were together.<br><br>Grinning at him, she lifted herself up and used the glove to position his member, before lowering herself onto it, moaning as she took him inch by inch and gasping as the large tool filled her completely. When she had finally taken its whole length, something had hand no problem admitting that she hadnt been able to do the first time shed convinced him to join her, With him hilted in her, she rolled her hips softly, creating delicious friction, before collecting his hands and placing them on her hips, to he could add his own force to what they both knew was coming next. She began to ride him, rising and falling on his member in lust filled rhythm, one surely matched by his own upward thrusts. To him, she knew, she was impossibly tight and even with a Marine's endurance... he would not last long<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Darvius simply smiled uttering a deep moan, tilting his head back and closing his eyes. her embrace had always been just too tight, but he rather liked it that way. as a Marine he had been trained and conditioned to ignore sensations and emotions, he had marched on broken legs, fought will his ribs where shattered and had even crushed the skull of a heretic with a broken fist. pain was an easy feeling to ignore, but pleasure on the other hand seemed to always win when he allowed himself to feel it. he could easily bloke out pleasure, he could ignore her touch let the sensations go wasted. though he wished to feel the embrace of his partner, to learn all he could possible learn from her, besides her embrace was always enjoyable. <br><br>his powerful hands grasped her cute little rump and would begin to slowly bounce her upon his lap, slowly at first but soon the speed began to pick up. bringing her up and down his length, at first only a quarter of his length would leave her warm clutches. though as Darvius continued, slowly half, and then finally all of his length would leave and dive back into her with each motion of his hands and her hips. a low growl would leave his lips, he needed more than just her to be riding his lap, these years with her had freed his mind, and already he was ready for more exploration. going through his memories he had remembered a position he had walked in on before.<br><br>without asking for permission, for no Marine ever asked anyone but their Commanders for permission, even then it was a rare case. Avorn would find herself rolled on her back, her lover of the hour on top of her, though not for long. he would slide from her embrace, his hands grasping her hips he would flip her to her belly, her ass and hips held up in the air, gravity dragging her knees to the bed while for the moment her breasts where down upon the bed. one hand would plant itself upon her shoulder, holding her in place, while the other held the left side of her thighs. then his large member would again find her slit, the Space Marine plunging into his partner quickly, not breaking anything, but filling her up. he gave her a moment to adjust to the new position, then he would begin to thrust wildly, well at least far more so than he had ever been with her before. there was control, there always would have to be while he was with smaller lovers,else he risk breaking them in half during their intimate encounter.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader: Void Bound (Private)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>02-01-2010, 19:26:51</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=56491.msg2599060#msg2599060">Quote from: Elven Sex Goddess on 02-01-2010, 08:20:31</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">It is very much evident Cin seems to have no prejudices of fear or hatred towards you being a abhuman.&nbsp; Such as you are, she seems rather relaxed in sitting across from you.&nbsp; &nbsp;None of that normal unease you get with even the harden veterans.&nbsp; &nbsp; Non of that zealot fanaticism that borders on insanity just about all the time.&nbsp; &nbsp;With confessors, priests whipping the believers into feeding frenzies.&nbsp; &nbsp;The prospect of a inquisitor lord around some corner ready to apply the witches hammer on a wayward soul.&nbsp; &nbsp;As she seems not to be taken in with such.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Keeping the bottle in right hand,&nbsp; glass in her left.&nbsp; Cin would push back her seat, bringing her legs up to rest on the table.&nbsp; While she teeter the chair back to balance it on the back legs.&nbsp; Her knees would flex as she bent them with a idle rocking motion.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>All this done while she mused over your last statement on being all a gue'la like herself.&nbsp; In that moment she wonders if you also seek to bring about the greater good.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;A glance is given towards where you pushed your empty glass to.&nbsp; &nbsp;A moment pause as she stares at it.&nbsp; &nbsp;Then drawing her gaze back to you.&nbsp; <br><br><em>"You are done drinkng?&nbsp; People will say I have a problem with my drinking if I continue drink."</em>&nbsp; She would playfully tease.&nbsp; &nbsp;Lighting the talk that had so far been dominating the casual conversation that has occurred. <br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"That would depend on what else I am doing. I drink as a distraction, to set my mind at bay against what I'd rather not think about. Other things could distract me just as well or better, but the drink is reliable as a fallback in their absence."<br><br>Her comfort with him as a blatant abhuman lent a bit more credence to his belief that she had come from one of the Damocles border colonies. Granted, she was almost staggering drunk at this point if the amount of cognac missing from the bottle was any indication, but even a completely smashed human from one of the more central worlds would at least be uncomfortable sitting down to chat with a Navigator. If her home life had been one in frequent contact with the Tau though, or in another such border region home to frequent interactions with xenos, it was very likely that their alien egalitarian attitudes would have infected the human society to some degree.<br><br>For that matter, he wasn't exactly sober at this point either. His ability to keep a calm mask on outward appearances was still in automatic reflex, but his low relative body weight meant alcohol had that much more of an effect, and amasec was anything but weak. He wasn't as drunk as she was, but he could feel the fuzzy warmth of the liquor reaching out to envelop his body gratefully, like the embrace of an acceptant lover. For a brief moment, an image of Cin giving that embrace flickered over his imagination before vanishing under an infuriated rejection by his rationality. He wasn't that drunk yet...was he?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader: Void Bound (Private)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>02-01-2010, 23:43:05</strong>
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				&nbsp;A momentarily queer look is given with your response. That readily shows Cin at first has not gotten the suggested hint in the reply. The odd look is momentarily, as the flood of understanding rushes into her conscious thought. Eyes go wide in sudden understanding. A slight blush spreads across her face. As the carnal thoughts spill into her mind. In which a sudden flooding of heated arousal begins to fill her. Absently as her legs continue to flex, bending at her knees as she continues to teeter rocking the chair's hind legs. Her legs splay unconsciously open. Displaying the leather strap of her outfit she wore. That ran over her privy area, disappearing.<br><br>Her usual outfit another telltale evidence from where Cin has come from. It notes a warm, perhaps humid jungle climate. For if it had been a hot arid desert climate. Her garments perhaps would have been more billowing and covering more.&nbsp; &nbsp;Little things that unlocked the enigmas of a person.&nbsp; Seem to come to light at unsuspecting times.<br><br>Through this is not what is running through her mind at this time.&nbsp; &nbsp;As that odd look and subsequent blush.&nbsp; Has been swept aside and a coy come hinter look is given in the now burgeoning lustful thoughts that are unraveling within.&nbsp; That have for the better part of the meeting been waiting for the gates to be open, now flood through.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br><em>"Oh I see, so is this the type of distraction your looking for?"</em>&nbsp; &nbsp;Her words coming, as she splayed her legs open in display.&nbsp; <br><br>A quick downing of her glass again.&nbsp; &nbsp; Then as she teeters the chair rocking.&nbsp; &nbsp;She set bottle and glass back on the table.&nbsp; &nbsp; Hands drawing back to run along her inner thighs.&nbsp; &nbsp;Teasing along the edge of the leather strap.&nbsp; &nbsp; The drink is not what gives such open display of sexuality.&nbsp; &nbsp;It does thou allow such open display in such a public setting on the ship.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader: Void Bound (Private)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>03-01-2010, 00:28:49</strong>
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				Benidal's eyebrows aren't the only thing that shoots up at her sudden, brazen display. They are, however, the only thing visibly affected in his seated position, as he smiles at her knowingly. The captain liked to put on similar displays for him in their occasional private moment, but then it was nothing more than a delay, a formality before she got down to what she was really after. This was different - despite his slowly rising inebriation, he could tell that Cin was enjoying herself as much as he was, the prodigious amount of cognac she had consumed peeling away the inhibitions and shyness that kept her to herself so often. For his part, he happily let his eyes feast on the show being put on for him.<br><br>"Indeed - you've already managed to make having another drink the last thing on my mind, replaced by a whole tableau of much more...interesting...prospects."<br><br>The invisible pressure on his mismatched pants was growing steadily as she teased him and herself, already eager to be set loose and fulfill what it believed to be its purpose. Never mind the changes that prevented him from propagating his 'species' with anyone except another Navigator, some human desires just couldn't be suppressed, and Benidal was still built off human stock.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader: Void Bound (Private)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>03-01-2010, 03:16:51</strong>
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				A audible thump sounds as the two front legs of Cin's chair hit the floor.&nbsp; &nbsp;Feet sweeping off the table.&nbsp; As she lurches forward out of her seat.&nbsp; &nbsp;Climbing, crawling onto the table that is between them.&nbsp; &nbsp; The pose of the posture gained in her accessing the table.&nbsp; &nbsp;Reveals the ample fullness of her bosom, held within the same leather strap garment she just played with in tease towards you.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Now upon the table partially sitting up as she kneels.&nbsp; &nbsp;Her gaze sweeps down at you with a come hither look.&nbsp; All inhibition tossed out with her inebriation.&nbsp; &nbsp;A wicked gleam of wanton naughtiness fills her eyes, as she smirks in conjecture to the look.&nbsp; Her left hand reaches to the buckle of the outfit that rests over her naval.&nbsp; &nbsp;Her fingers work to undo it.&nbsp; &nbsp; Through not in a deft application.&nbsp; No far from such, her state of intoxication, making her less then graceful.&nbsp; &nbsp;As she clumsily undoes the buckle.&nbsp; While she is about to say something.&nbsp; &nbsp;When all of sudden as she gets the buckle on done.&nbsp; The leather strap falling from running through her inner thighs.&nbsp; &nbsp;Cin suddenly loses her balance an falls back wards on the table.&nbsp; &nbsp; There is time to catch her as she falls over backwards.&nbsp; As what she was going to say is changed as she gasps out in surprise.<br><br><em>"Whoah!"</em> <br><br>Her legs bend under her,&nbsp; as her head and shoulders fall hanging over the side she just climbed up onto the table.&nbsp; The rest of the leather straps fall away from her bosom.&nbsp; As her breasts fall into the collar of her outfit.&nbsp; &nbsp;Unless helped she struggles to right herself up from the&nbsp; predicament she suddenly finds herself in.&nbsp; &nbsp;In which she is flashing her vulva to you.&nbsp; Smooth shaved, is what you notice.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader: Void Bound (Private)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>03-01-2010, 03:33:12</strong>
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				If he hadn't already been fully aroused, that would have been more than enough. As it was, his erection was almost painful as it pressed into the fabric of his pants. He swept his gaze up and down her naked body, eyes alight with approval and building lust. Aside from the occasional liason with the captain, most of his liasons (and all of them before joining the crew) had been with paid prostitutes who didn't care that he wanted to wear his cap during sex. Now he had someone offering herself completely without reservation, knowing what he was, and it was too much to pass up.<br><br>He reached forward with one long arm, catching her hand and pulling her into a semi-upright position on the table, sitting with her legs still spread and revealed to the world. Curling his arm around her shoulders, he leaned down and captured her lips in a powerful kiss. He held it for a long moment before releasing her, keeping his arm coiled against her shoulders as he stared into her eyes.<br><br>"Delicious." He kissed her again, his other hand pulling at his waistband to relieve the strain building there. He was standing now, his head level just above hers even on the table.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader: Void Bound (Private)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>03-01-2010, 07:39:10</strong>
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				Cin's left hand is suddenly grabbed and she is pulled back up into&nbsp; a semi seated posture.&nbsp; &nbsp; Just as quick as the hand that hand reached out and grabbed her left hand.&nbsp; &nbsp;A arm would encircle around her shoulders to brace her as Bendial quickly pressed a forceful kiss upon.&nbsp; &nbsp;Instinctively her right hand goes out to grab the table behind, in bracing herself.&nbsp; &nbsp;As she is furiously kissed and drawn into the kiss.&nbsp; &nbsp;As she reciprocates and returns the kiss. <br><br>The kiss is broken, his dark orbs of eyes now peering into her own.&nbsp; &nbsp;The sudden kiss has left her momentarily speechless.&nbsp; &nbsp;With her eyes held in suspension of enthrallment with the stare.&nbsp; &nbsp; No notice is given as you worked by pulling on the waistband to release your now constricted and confined engorged member in full erection.&nbsp; &nbsp;Face fully flushed from the kiss, as well as her state of inebriation. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader: Void Bound (Private)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>03-01-2010, 08:21:33</strong>
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				Without moving his arm around her, Benidal successfully extracted his member from its confinement, dropping his pants and freeing it to bob erect just above the table level. Like everything else about him, it was long and thin, easily nine inches long but lacking in the girth that a more typically proportioned man would be able to claim. Not a tool to stuff a woman full, but one that could be wielded like a surgeon's scalpel with sufficient skill.<br><br>"Have you never been kissed before, Cin?"<br><br>His voice is soft in her ear, speaking as he is only an inch or two away from her. A small part of his brain not yet suffused with alcohol proposed that it might have just been the stare - like many of his kind, he had an almost magnetic gaze that could get someone's attention from across a room. It was drowned out in the general internal mayhem that was his mind in full seduction mode, though, as the free hand no longer occupied with freeing himself from his pants came up to cup her full breast, playing with it as his thumb rolled over the perking nipple.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader: Void Bound (Private)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>03-01-2010, 09:07:02</strong>
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				The sudden question whispered in her ear.&nbsp; &nbsp; Prompts a sudden reaction,&nbsp; yanking her out of the state of entrancement.&nbsp; &nbsp; Blinking as she tilts her head looks incredulous at you over the question posed to her.<br><br><em>"First time kiss, no not my first kiss."</em>&nbsp; &nbsp;She quickly get out in response.&nbsp; &nbsp;As she gives a furious shake of her head no in response.&nbsp; &nbsp;While her next words are bold and straight to the point.&nbsp; &nbsp;<em>"Shut up and fuck me."</em><br><br>Just like a rough neck mercanary.&nbsp; Not at all like the scholarly scribe type she is pegged as with being a translator.&nbsp; &nbsp;As it also signal she had noticed you have gotten your cock out as it waves like a flag pole between her legs.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;It be realized the blatant open crude remark.&nbsp; Is due more to her state of intoxication.<br><br>Cin gaze would drop then as she felt a breast clasped and squeezed.&nbsp; &nbsp;Taking in the hand that clasps her ample mound of breast.&nbsp; &nbsp;With her nipples having already darken and stiffen with her growing arousal.&nbsp; &nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader: Void Bound (Private)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>03-01-2010, 18:43:36</strong>
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				"As if I could refuse such an order from a beautiful woman like yourself..."<br><br>Without warning, the arm curled around her shoulders vanished, and she started to topple backwards again without the support. It had not withdrawn though, only moved to grab her waist along with his other arm, dragging her hips forward as her upper body shifted away. Still holding her hips, he took a short step back, dragging her with him so that she now lay on her back across the table, her head and shoulders hanging off one side and her legs splayed open wide on the other, her baby-smooth pubes open and inviting right in front of him. He took a moment to adjust, rubbing the swollen head of his cock along her opening to collect some of the accumulating juices, then slid inside with a single practiced motion.<br><br>He entered her as far as he could - likely not his full length, but it wasn't terribly often that a woman could take him that far, filling her comfortably but not completely. With his hands still on her hips, though, he began to shift her around slightly as he simultaneously moved himself in different directions, creating a most unusual sensation as every portion of her inner walls recieved its own moments of direct and exclusive attention as his member quested for her special spot.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader: Void Bound (Private)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ChaoticSky</strong> on <strong>03-01-2010, 18:48:29</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=56491.msg2599602#msg2599602">Quote from: Insatiably Bored on 02-01-2010, 14:29:35</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Darvius simply smiled uttering a deep moan, tilting his head back and closing his eyes. her embrace had always been just too tight, but he rather liked it that way. as a Marine he had been trained and conditioned to ignore sensations and emotions, he had marched on broken legs, fought will his ribs where shattered and had even crushed the skull of a heretic with a broken fist. pain was an easy feeling to ignore, but pleasure on the other hand seemed to always win when he allowed himself to feel it. he could easily bloke out pleasure, he could ignore her touch let the sensations go wasted. though he wished to feel the embrace of his partner, to learn all he could possible learn from her, besides her embrace was always enjoyable. <br><br>his powerful hands grasped her cute little rump and would begin to slowly bounce her upon his lap, slowly at first but soon the speed began to pick up. bringing her up and down his length, at first only a quarter of his length would leave her warm clutches. though as Darvius continued, slowly half, and then finally all of his length would leave and dive back into her with each motion of his hands and her hips. a low growl would leave his lips, he needed more than just her to be riding his lap, these years with her had freed his mind, and already he was ready for more exploration. going through his memories he had remembered a position he had walked in on before.<br><br>without asking for permission, for no Marine ever asked anyone but their Commanders for permission, even then it was a rare case. Avorn would find herself rolled on her back, her lover of the hour on top of her, though not for long. he would slide from her embrace, his hands grasping her hips he would flip her to her belly, her ass and hips held up in the air, gravity dragging her knees to the bed while for the moment her breasts where down upon the bed. one hand would plant itself upon her shoulder, holding her in place, while the other held the left side of her thighs. then his large member would again find her slit, the Space Marine plunging into his partner quickly, not breaking anything, but filling her up. he gave her a moment to adjust to the new position, then he would begin to thrust wildly, well at least far more so than he had ever been with her before. there was control, there always would have to be while he was with smaller lovers,else he risk breaking them in half during their intimate encounter.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>Avorn laughed enthusiastically as she landed on her back, and pouted coyly as Darvius withdrew. Being flipped onto her front was a genuine surprise, and she made a startled sound, before reflecting wryly.. that one could indeed teach a old space marine new tricks. Not that she was complaining of course... she loved this position as a general rule.<br><br>The captain moaned sharply as he re-entered her, the new position allowing for even deeper penetration, and rested her cheek on the soft sheets as Darvius began to fuck her anew, her moans echoing through the room. Usually, she would have straightened upright, so that her partner would have been thrusting up into her, and giving her a opportunities to steal kisses and the like, but with a space marine, the attempt would have been futile at best, and awkward or mood-ruining at the worst, and she hated going dissatisfied... almost as much as she disliked failing to satisfy her partner. So instead she began to gently roll her hips, to increase the friction, and therefore, the sensation, on both sides. Her body writhed sensually under the assault, held in place by the restraining hand, though the marine would certainly know that, either by hear-say, or by walking in on one of her sessions with the Dark Eldar, that she had no intrinsic problem with being held down during sex.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader: Void Bound (Private)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Insatiably Bored</strong> on <strong>03-01-2010, 19:10:07</strong>
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				Darvius laughed happily at the sound of shock from his bed partner "oh, did I catch you with your pants down...oh wait.." the Space Marine grinned happily, sighing out contently as he plunged into her harder, the head of his shaft smacking to her end roughly. He had no desire to finish before Avorn, so he happily reached one of his hands between her legs and began to stroke at her slit, making sure to give special attention to her clit. His fingers dancing along her tight flesh, seeming to almost play her like an instrument, one could guess from how fast his fingers where moving that he could easily pick up the stringed instrument of the age.&nbsp; Though still Darvius played on the edge of pain and pleasure, just a few threads away from letting it hurt, in truth he refused to let it hurt, pushing as far as he could without causing damage.<br><br>It took every ounce of his will to deny his urge to just plow full force into his partner, to ignore her safety and simple have at it. Of course in doing this he would destroy her insides, not an idea he cherished in the least, so he remained just those threads lengths away from harming her. With a soft smile he leaned forward completely his face pressed to the top of her own, his hot breath washing over her scalp and down the back of her neck as he still rammed himself into her tight, and toned body loving how it felt. Why he preferred her was beyond his knowledge, in truth he didn’t care, she knew what he liked and gave it too him, he simply wished to grant her the same pleasure. <br><br>Though as of late his mind have been drifting to the other females of the group, the traitor and the xeno, the thought brought a built reaction, a burning desire to purge them. Though this quickly faded, and would leaving his interaction with Avorn completely unaffected, one part of his mind working on pleasuring her, while the other processed his thoughts at least some effectively.&nbsp; He would have to get over some serious built in barriers to ever consider anyone other than an imperial human,&nbsp; though he was taking steps towards that, slowly but surely.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader: Void Bound (Private)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>04-01-2010, 06:31:19</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=56491.msg2602770#msg2602770">Quote from: TheGlyphstone on 03-01-2010, 18:43:36</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"As if I could refuse such an order from a beautiful woman like yourself..."<br><br>Without warning, the arm curled around her shoulders vanished, and she started to topple backwards again without the support. It had not withdrawn though, only moved to grab her waist along with his other arm, dragging her hips forward as her upper body shifted away. Still holding her hips, he took a short step back, dragging her with him so that she now lay on her back across the table, her head and shoulders hanging off one side and her legs splayed open wide on the other, her baby-smooth pubes open and inviting right in front of him. He took a moment to adjust, rubbing the swollen head of his cock along her opening to collect some of the accumulating juices, then slid inside with a single practiced motion.<br><br>He entered her as far as he could - likely not his full length, but it wasn't terribly often that a woman could take him that far, filling her comfortably but not completely. With his hands still on her hips, though, he began to shift her around slightly as he simultaneously moved himself in different directions, creating a most unusual sensation as every portion of her inner walls recieved its own moments of direct and exclusive attention as his member quested for her special spot.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>The sudden shift of your arm with your hands clasping her hips and pulling her forward.&nbsp; &nbsp;Indeed caused her to fall back on her backside on the table.&nbsp; &nbsp;As Cin would gasp out in surprise.&nbsp; &nbsp;<em>"Whoa that was m'yen."</em>&nbsp; &nbsp;In the heat of her response mixing her words,&nbsp; with adding in a Tau word of unforeseen/surprised.<br><br>Cin has not time to utter another response.&nbsp; &nbsp;As she felt the head of your cock tease along her vulva.&nbsp; &nbsp;Which already glistens with her arousal.&nbsp; &nbsp; Then with one swift stroke&nbsp; you fully spear into her.&nbsp; With immediately beginning a in and out stroke.&nbsp; &nbsp; The moment surprise is gone.&nbsp; In place her face alights with a&nbsp; expression.&nbsp; &nbsp;That is more akin to as a cat has successfully swiped the goldfish out of the goldfish bowl.&nbsp; &nbsp;As you stretch out her moist pink depths.&nbsp; &nbsp;Which indelibly squeeze around your engorge shaft with a blissful tightness.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>All the while her bare ass slaps against the metal table.&nbsp; &nbsp; Ushering a&nbsp; cadence to the timing of your strokes.&nbsp; &nbsp; Her breasts jiggle in response.&nbsp; &nbsp;While for Cin personally.&nbsp; In conjunction to the rocking motion.&nbsp; &nbsp;The drink is caused a spinning delirium within her head.&nbsp; &nbsp;Instinctively&nbsp; her hands reach out to grip the edge of the table.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader: Void Bound (Private)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>04-01-2010, 06:57:28</strong>
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				A groan issues from clenched teeth as Benidal feels her walls squeeze tight around his shaft, as if trying to milk him dry. If that is her goal, it won't take long - the sensation of a willing, eager woman so physically suited for him is something he has not felt in a very, very long time. For now, though, he is still in control of himself, and his own expression is something akin to that of a starving lion at the heels of an exhausted gazelle. He lets go of her waist, freeing her hips and ass to slide back and forth on the table to their heart's content, and pulls completely out of her for a few seconds. <br><br>The rhythm remains uninterrupted though, as he replaces his cock with a pair of fingers from one hand for a couple of strokes, thoroughly coating them in her juice. They come out to be swapped for his other hand, the thumb rubbing over her clit as the fingers dip in and out for their own coating. His cock goes back inside, plunging deep and hard into her depths, while his hands move up to hold her breasts, squeezing them rhythmically in time with the thrusts and rubbing his dripping fingers in circles over her nipples.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader: Void Bound (Private)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>04-01-2010, 07:14:44</strong>
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				Cin draws her legs up.&nbsp; Through with you so tall her feet barely rest upon your shoulders.&nbsp; &nbsp;With the sloshing sound of her wetness now adding to the slapping sound of her backside against the metal table.&nbsp; &nbsp; As your strokes became more rhythm driven&nbsp; The spinning&nbsp; has subsided,&nbsp; &nbsp;through her hands still clutch the edge of the table.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;As she is lulled into the pure raw pleasure of wanton desires in the heat of the moment.&nbsp; &nbsp;Which in a strange way is like a tranquility affect upon her for the moment. <br><br>Through in one act,&nbsp; that bliss moments of just simply enjoying your cock ramming in and out of her.&nbsp; She sudden lurch with a sudden impulse as her hips buck.&nbsp; &nbsp;For when your fingers go to tease her clitoral hood, the fleshy nub.&nbsp; While you continued to stroke in and out of her.&nbsp; &nbsp;It is like a lightning rod of pure pleasure shoots through her lower regions.&nbsp; &nbsp; Causing a loud unintelligent gasp of delight to escape.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader: Void Bound (Private)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>04-01-2010, 07:47:14</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He is panting lightly now, caught up in the aura of pure desire that she is projecting. Her cry elicts another throaty groan of his own, and he speeds up his movements, the wet sloshing noises of her front around his cock and the steady slapping of her rear against the table forming a sort of lust-soaked background music to accompany their coupling. <br><br>Taking advantage of his height, he leans down between her raised legs without interrupting his thrusts and fastens his lips on one breast, licking and sucking at the juice-coated flesh. The hand that was squeezing and rubbing that breast now moves up to the edge of her lips, inviting her to suckle on them and taste herself as he is now doing on her breast.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader: Void Bound (Private)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>04-01-2010, 08:34:41</strong>
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				A shadow casts over, as you lean down over her.&nbsp; In your quest and successful&nbsp; endeavor to capture and suckle one of her breasts.&nbsp; &nbsp;Like her moist arousal between her legs.&nbsp; &nbsp;Her nipples are taunt an perky with the arousal.&nbsp; &nbsp;Her nipple quivers in your mouth.&nbsp; &nbsp; Your hand plays with her other breast.&nbsp; &nbsp;Squeezing, cajoling and pushing it upwards.&nbsp; &nbsp; Your long thin fingers stretch.&nbsp; &nbsp;Tapping her lips.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>At first understanding those not come.&nbsp; &nbsp;It takes at least a minute before she fully comprehends what your want her to do.&nbsp; &nbsp;It takes her a bit aback.&nbsp; &nbsp;However, she is too much influenced by the cognac.&nbsp; &nbsp;But the slick fingers of yours with her own juices.&nbsp; That ply against her lips.&nbsp; &nbsp;A moment then her lips part.&nbsp; As Cin takes a what the hell attitude and begins to suckle upon your fingers.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader: Void Bound (Private)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>04-01-2010, 20:38:19</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The sweet, delicious juices she is exuding are irresistable, and Benidal switches the attention of his lips and tongue to the opposite breast, chasing down every last drop of the delectable nectar that had leaked off his dripping fingers onto her body. Hungry for more, he retracted his fingers and returned them to between her legs to collect another coating off her dripping bud and reapply it to those perked nipples and soft flesh. He begins alternating between breasts, leaning up occasionally to give her another soft kiss before descending. No longer occupied with their massaging, he moves his hands beneath her to cup the soft round curves of her ass, giving her something less unyielding to bounce against than the metal table in her increasingly passionate throes.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader: Void Bound (Private)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>05-01-2010, 01:04:51</strong>
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				She alternately suckle upon the fingers offered off for such.&nbsp; &nbsp;Her juices coating the long spindly fingers.&nbsp; &nbsp;Which alternated from dipping down to her privy area, to teasing and wiping the moist residue collected on to her nipples.&nbsp; &nbsp;As her partner in fornication alternated between breasts, while slipping a kisses to her lips.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>The longer the coupling went on.&nbsp; The more the effects of the buzz are lessening.&nbsp; More awareness she is in the officers mess area.&nbsp; &nbsp;However, it is a mere backdrop of detail.&nbsp; That for now is over ruled by the heated passion she is gripped in.&nbsp; &nbsp; While you are caught with a surprise.&nbsp; As you feel her vagina walls seemingly ripple in supple fluttering grasp.&nbsp; &nbsp;Caused by the rolling design she did with her tummy muscles.&nbsp; <br><br>It would not be much longer.&nbsp; The apex of her climax, orgasm is nearing.&nbsp; &nbsp;As you begin to feel her thighs pressed against you start trembling incessantly so.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader: Void Bound (Private)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>05-01-2010, 01:21:28</strong>
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				Closing his eyes against the new sensation, he doubles his oral assault on her breasts. His free hand goes full-time to rubbing her clit almost frantically as he pistons in and out of her clenching channel, the other firmly grasping her ass as a cushion against the table. His gasps have become an almost constant hiss between his teeth as more and more of his attention becomes devoted to holding off his own climax. If someone were to wander into the mess at that moment, they would indeed get quite a shocking surprise, but he could not have cared less at the moment - his world had shrunk to include only himself and one other person, her legs currently wrapped around his waist as he drove into her, filling her up with every inch that he could fit.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader: Void Bound (Private)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>05-01-2010, 01:54:05</strong>
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				Places, outside influences all come together to make a person what they are.&nbsp; &nbsp;It is no different with Cin.&nbsp; Caught in the moment, no true hindrance of cultural and social hang ups when it came to sexuality.&nbsp; &nbsp;For that matter her world one that has seen constant scourging sweeps of the massive armies that exist in the universe.&nbsp; &nbsp;Had no time for such polite social rules that allowed for virtue,&nbsp; chaste proper society.&nbsp; &nbsp;No a need to restock the population was always at the forefront.&nbsp; &nbsp;So with no such inhibitions plaguing her.&nbsp; &nbsp;It allowed a free path to her pinnacle of rapture.&nbsp; <br><br>Such is the case now.&nbsp; &nbsp;As you feel her legs tighten.&nbsp; The uncontrollable trembling of her thighs, while her vaginal walls seem to squeeze even harder.&nbsp; More caused by the fact as her orgasm hit.&nbsp; She launched her body upward.&nbsp; Flexing and bowing at the small of her back.&nbsp; As she drove herself up into the thrusts that rammed into her with steadiness.&nbsp; &nbsp;Her juices now seem to deluge your cock filling her with&nbsp; heated bathing.&nbsp; A soft gasp of ecstasy comes escaping out.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader: Void Bound (Private)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>05-01-2010, 02:07:15</strong>
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				That cry, and the uncontrolled shaking in his arms as she climaxes, is all that Benidal needs to be pushed over the edge. It was at times like this that he was most aware of how different he was than the rest of his kind, and when he cared the least. His willingness to associate on something close to equal terms with 'blinders', let alone dare to fall in love with one, had gotten him condemned to a life of exile among the superstitious mutant-hating common population. Even before he left, there had been few chances, as Navigators bred themselves like humans bred livestock - Benidal had lost his virginity to a fifth cousin ten years his senior. Since leaving, there had been few chances to enjoy himself with anyone except whores uncaring of who or what paid their fee, and so he threw himself into this one with abandon.<br><br>As Cin's pussy walls wrapped tight around him, his cock spasmed in response. spurting forth his seed to mix with her flood of juices into a wet slurry of sex that splashed and leaked out around him onto the table, seat, and floor. He emptied himself in a snarling rush, then held himself in her while she rode out the orgasm before withdrawing his deflated shaft out of her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader: Void Bound (Private)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>05-01-2010, 04:46:09</strong>
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				The moment had been exhilarating.&nbsp; &nbsp;As Bendial would pump his cum into her at the height of her climax.&nbsp; &nbsp;Quenching or fanning the fires that burned within her at the moment.&nbsp; &nbsp;Either or supposition would apply in content.&nbsp; &nbsp; Letting the after glow that fills her.&nbsp; As she lays sprawled on the table still.&nbsp; &nbsp; With your pulling out,&nbsp; a soft gasp is given.&nbsp; &nbsp;As she feels the coolness of the stale air rush in to fill the void.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Her legs slipping to drop hanging over the side.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>As much as she like to just lay sprawled like she is on the table.&nbsp; &nbsp; She will need to get up.&nbsp; &nbsp;Her gaze would shift up to meet yours with that last thought.&nbsp; &nbsp;She offer a smile up to you.&nbsp; &nbsp;As she fellows your gaze that looks down to her now swollen puffy vulva area.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br><em>"I take it I am leaving a puddle."</em>&nbsp; &nbsp;She would suddenly comment as if she already knew the answer, that she is indeed doing such.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader: Void Bound (Private)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>05-01-2010, 05:28:47</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"We are, but that's what servitors are for."<br><br>He bends to pick up her leather-strap garment from where it had fallen on the floor, pulling up his pants as he rises. He offers her a hand to pull herself upright and off the table, handing her the outfit so she can dress. He watches appreciatively as she does so, then snaps his hand to beckon a cleaning servitor over from where it stands immobile against the wall.<br><br>"There has been a spill in the eating area. Clean it."<br><br>As the machine beeps in response, Benidal turns back to Cin. "It would be ungentlemanly of me to not offer you an escort, or at least a supportive arm, back to your quarters if you plan to sleep off all that cognac." His smile is just as wide as hers, the irony of offering to be a polite gentleman after having screwed her raw not needing to be pointed out.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader: Void Bound (Private)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>05-01-2010, 08:14:48</strong>
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				&nbsp;Sitting up, a nodding as a glance is given over to the servitor.&nbsp; Then reaching out to&nbsp; take the offered hand and stands.&nbsp; &nbsp;A moment of wobbling.&nbsp; &nbsp;Not from the drink, yes she still had a buzz.&nbsp; &nbsp;No because her dam legs felt like rubber right now.&nbsp; Another simple nod is given to the offer of escort to her quarters.&nbsp; &nbsp; As the servitor has moved into action and approached the table to clean up.&nbsp; <br><br><em>"Thanks,&nbsp; well then lets go."</em>&nbsp; &nbsp;With you having gotten her leather outfit,&nbsp; she begin to lead the way to her quarters aboard the cruiser.&nbsp; &nbsp; With no inhibition towards her own nudity.&nbsp; &nbsp;Just didn't see the point in getting dressed again.&nbsp; When in moments she be sprawled on her bunk.&nbsp; Either engaging in a second go around with Bendial or passed out asleep.&nbsp; &nbsp;It just seem a waste of time to get dress.&nbsp; <br><br>Despite her quarters being on the same level.&nbsp; The sheer size of this gothic monolith, it is still a good distance to walk through the cooridors.&nbsp; &nbsp; They have to pass through a couple of hatches along with a intersection.&nbsp; &nbsp;Where she make a left to head down the hallway leading to her quarters.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; The first part she really lean on you for support.&nbsp; However, with each successive step,&nbsp; she would get her legs fully back in her control.&nbsp; &nbsp;The feeling of&nbsp; being rubbery would finally subside.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader: Void Bound (Private)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>05-01-2010, 08:45:51</strong>
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				Shrugging, he drapes the straps over his shoulder and walks along with her towards her quarters, the arm draped around her for support lightly cupping the side of her breast as they go. If she felt fine walking the corridors of the ship nude, he was equally fine taking advantage of that fact. As her walk steadied and she leaned on him less, he loosened the entwined arm, but kept his hand where it was.<br><br>When they reached the door to her quarters, he let Cin go so she could open the door, then waited to see if she invited him in. If she offered, he stepped inside and shut the door behind him, looking around at the surroundings.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader: Void Bound (Private)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>05-01-2010, 09:08:18</strong>
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				Reaching her room,&nbsp; Cin would step forward as you step aside and open the door to her room.&nbsp; &nbsp;She give a glance back to you.&nbsp; <em>"You can come in if you like."</em><br><br>The room is not large, more a small hole in the wall.&nbsp; &nbsp;A cubicle to be exact.&nbsp; &nbsp;She has a desk with chair in the room, in which tablets,&nbsp; books and other items with writings are on it.&nbsp; A metal tablet with ork writings is out right now on the desk.&nbsp; That is you could read ork or at least recognize the crude markings.&nbsp; &nbsp; A storage locker, along her bunk.&nbsp; &nbsp; You realize that if you laid down in the bunk.&nbsp; You be able to reach both walls with your hands.&nbsp; &nbsp;If you outstretched your arms.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>Cin takes her outfit form you.&nbsp; Hanging it on a hook.&nbsp; She also hang up her weapons on other hooks.&nbsp; Which are next to the storage locker.&nbsp; &nbsp;She go and take a seat on the bed then.&nbsp; Motion for you to take a seat if you like.&nbsp; <br><br><em>"Have a seat, and welcome to my luxurious compartment."</em>&nbsp; &nbsp;She say half jokingly as she waits to see if you will take the offer.&nbsp; Or just simply beg off and run for the hills.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader: Void Bound (Private)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>05-01-2010, 09:23:37</strong>
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				Somewhat gratefully, Bendial accepts, hunching slightly to fit under the doorframe. He looks around, silently noting the rather spartan lack of decorations and functional setup. He can't read ork, though is easily able to surmise that the greenskins would be the only race likely to write something down by scratching into a slab of metal. His palm reaches up again to idly rub at his forehead, the other hand settling itself lightly on her bare thigh.<br><br>"Luxurious indeed. You should pester the captain to upgrade you into one of the passenger cabins and let the hitchhikers ride in here. My room's not much bigger, but it's at least got an attached shower cubicle, something I've found incredibly useful. It still stops working every so often, and then it's back to the communal ablution room for a day. Maybe you're not bothered, but I find it a bit creepy every time I end up sharing the place with that Eldar who always looks like she's torn between throwing you against a wall and ravishing you or just disemboweling you instead..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader: Void Bound (Private)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>05-01-2010, 09:44:44</strong>
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				Would swing her legs up on the bed.&nbsp; Drawing her knees up as she then wrap her arms around her knees.&nbsp; &nbsp;Her chin would go to rest on the top of those knees.&nbsp; &nbsp;With a incredulous look flashing.&nbsp; As you comment you have a shower cubicle with your accommodations.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br><em>"You have a shower cubicle.&nbsp; That be a nice luxury to have.&nbsp; &nbsp;I been having to go down three decks to a general populous shower and latrine room.&nbsp; Just so I could clean up with a shower.&nbsp; That be great if you could wrangle such for me.&nbsp; &nbsp;I really hate this room, its makes me feel claustrophobic in it. "</em>&nbsp; <br><br>First off you realize she did not even realize there is one on this deck.&nbsp; &nbsp; So she had not had to brave showering in the presences of the homicidal eldar that is aboard the ship.&nbsp; &nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader: Void Bound (Private)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>05-01-2010, 10:04:33</strong>
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				He looks back at her, mildly surprised.<br><br>"You've been using the common crew showers? That's a long way to go just to clean up, though if you spend all your time cooped up in here, I can understand you never having found your way to the shower room. It's not hard to get to - just follow the hallway out of the bridge along the port bulkhead like you're heading for the main lift shaft, but turn left instead of right at the last intersection."<br><br>"As for the private rooms, there's at least three or four of them that no one's living in - it's where the Captain stashes passengers whenever she finds someone crazy enough to pay the rates she charges to play taxi. If you'd rather not ask her yourself, I suppose I can mention it to her, though it'll have to wait till she's in a...receptive mood."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader: Void Bound (Private)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ChaoticSky</strong> on <strong>05-01-2010, 18:32:45</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=56491.msg2602833#msg2602833">Quote from: Insatiably Bored on 03-01-2010, 19:10:07</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Darvius laughed happily at the sound of shock from his bed partner "oh, did I catch you with your pants down...oh wait.." the Space Marine grinned happily, sighing out contently as he plunged into her harder, the head of his shaft smacking to her end roughly. He had no desire to finish before Avorn, so he happily reached one of his hands between her legs and began to stroke at her slit, making sure to give special attention to her clit. His fingers dancing along her tight flesh, seeming to almost play her like an instrument, one could guess from how fast his fingers where moving that he could easily pick up the stringed instrument of the age.&nbsp; Though still Darvius played on the edge of pain and pleasure, just a few threads away from letting it hurt, in truth he refused to let it hurt, pushing as far as he could without causing damage.<br><br>It took every ounce of his will to deny his urge to just plow full force into his partner, to ignore her safety and simple have at it. Of course in doing this he would destroy her insides, not an idea he cherished in the least, so he remained just those threads lengths away from harming her. With a soft smile he leaned forward completely his face pressed to the top of her own, his hot breath washing over her scalp and down the back of her neck as he still rammed himself into her tight, and toned body loving how it felt. Why he preferred her was beyond his knowledge, in truth he didn’t care, she knew what he liked and gave it too him, he simply wished to grant her the same pleasure. <br><br>Though as of late his mind have been drifting to the other females of the group, the traitor and the xeno, the thought brought a built reaction, a burning desire to purge them. Though this quickly faded, and would leaving his interaction with Avorn completely unaffected, one part of his mind working on pleasuring her, while the other processed his thoughts at least some effectively.&nbsp; He would have to get over some serious built in barriers to ever consider anyone other than an imperial human,&nbsp; though he was taking steps towards that, slowly but surely.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Darvius did a great job of keeping Avorn balanced between pain and pleasure. Each time the Marine's shaft struck the end of her channel, it sent a twitch of pleasure through her body, causing her to moan loudly. His hand on her clit caused her body to writhe in pleasure. While his large form, looming over her body, his breath on her neck, pleased her immensely. Sufficed to say, she was enjoying herself quite abit. Being who she was, id was her natural inclination to try to compete with, or outlast her current bedmate, something she also routinely tried with the Space Marine, though in Darvius's case, it usually proved to be a futile gesture, as he possessed... well, inhuman, levels of stamina, which she knew extended&nbsp; to lovemaking, but still, she couldnt help but try.<br><br>As a result, she held out for quite a while, but in the end the result was the same as it always was. Her back arched just-so, her body quivering with release, as she cried out in orgasm and her inner walls twiched and clenched, as if seeking to milk the seed from him, while the flow of her juices would increase for a moment, before lacking off . Shed only made a moderate effort to sound proof her rooms, as a result, the whole bridge would be <strong>quite</strong> aware of her satisfaction. Afterwards she slumped slightly, and cursed that she 'lost' but the marine was certainly used to such things by now.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader: Void Bound (Private)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>06-01-2010, 01:33:07</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=56491.msg2608851#msg2608851">Quote from: TheGlyphstone on 05-01-2010, 10:04:33</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">He looks back at her, mildly surprised.<br><br>"You've been using the common crew showers? That's a long way to go just to clean up, though if you spend all your time cooped up in here, I can understand you never having found your way to the shower room. It's not hard to get to - just follow the hallway out of the bridge along the port bulkhead like you're heading for the main lift shaft, but turn left instead of right at the last intersection."<br><br>"As for the private rooms, there's at least three or four of them that no one's living in - it's where the Captain stashes passengers whenever she finds someone crazy enough to pay the rates she charges to play taxi. If you'd rather not ask her yourself, I suppose I can mention it to her, though it'll have to wait till she's in a...receptive mood."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Cin would give a raised eyebrow and slight nod of agreement.&nbsp; &nbsp;At your words and suggested course of action.&nbsp; <em>"Sure I much appreciate such.&nbsp; It be nice to be in a larger room and my own shower cubicle.&nbsp; &nbsp; Anyways enough on me.&nbsp; So tell me where are you from.&nbsp; &nbsp;Was this your first choice.&nbsp; &nbsp;No wait your family breeds for such purpose in what you do."</em><br><br>Cin agrees to your offer.&nbsp; Then would&nbsp; guide the conversation in another direction.&nbsp; &nbsp;Curious it would seem to get to know you.&nbsp; The sort of get to know someone before you hop in the sack with that person,&nbsp; &nbsp;not afterwards.&nbsp; &nbsp; Though she asked the opening questions.&nbsp; She revealed much,&nbsp; she is not quite sure on you and your place as a navigator.&nbsp; Almost as if you had a choice.&nbsp; &nbsp;Her part on your family breeding, it is said as a supposition and not as if a realized known fact.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader: Void Bound (Private)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>06-01-2010, 01:58:12</strong>
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				He was silent for a moment, his dark eyes thoughtful and a bit grim. <br><br>"My family, yes, and every other Navigator family as well. There's no choice involved, any more than a lasgun is given a choice to shoot or a truck the choice to drive. Navigators are tools, though ones with minds and thought, designed by the Holy Emperor himself with the special gene coded into us as our STC pattern."<br><br>"Living on Terra - it was like being in a gilded cage hanging above a pit of snakes, though the worst of the snakes lived in the cage with you. The Imperium gives the Navigator families an entire island to themselves, a private kingdom where we can plot and scheme against one another while protected against the multitudes that would see us killed for being mutants, uncaring of what it would do to the Imperium and humanity without Navigators to lead its fleets."<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader: Void Bound (Private)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>06-01-2010, 07:35:12</strong>
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				Cin blinks in shocked surprise at your reply.&nbsp; Terra sounded like hell.&nbsp; &nbsp; Not a shining beacon that the so called priests would lead you to believe.&nbsp; &nbsp;The tenants against mutants.&nbsp; &nbsp;That duality of his life really struck a chord with her.&nbsp; &nbsp;He was bred into this, yet the very same people he served for betterment.&nbsp; &nbsp;Would&nbsp; just as much kill him for being different.&nbsp; &nbsp;Different because they needed him to be different.&nbsp; <br><br>Yet it is not pity that registers on her expression.&nbsp; Far from it,&nbsp; pity was not needed.&nbsp; &nbsp; A glance towards her desk then given.&nbsp; &nbsp;A thoughtful look flashes for a moment.&nbsp; &nbsp; Then unfolding her legs as she swung to stand up.&nbsp; &nbsp;Moving over towards the desk.&nbsp; She collect up the metal with the ork runes scratched upon.&nbsp; &nbsp;Pausing as she held the item in hand she look back to you.<br><br><em>"Well I am fortunate that I had a choice.&nbsp; &nbsp;I find joy in being able to decipher and translate languages.&nbsp; &nbsp;They have a life of there own. "</em>&nbsp; &nbsp;As she spoke Cin would move back and take&nbsp; a seat again on the bed with you.&nbsp; &nbsp;Not bothered by her nudity.&nbsp; As she held the metal tablet in her lap.&nbsp; <br><br><em>"My home world is green.&nbsp; Hardly any cities,&nbsp; &nbsp;I sometimes miss it.&nbsp; &nbsp;No I miss it a lot.&nbsp; &nbsp; This here is something I picked up at our last stop.&nbsp; &nbsp;I have been working on translating it.&nbsp; &nbsp;Well not actually just yet had planned on starting it after the jump."</em>&nbsp; &nbsp;She offer a bit about herself.&nbsp; Then would speak on the tablet in hand.&nbsp; &nbsp;As she gives a rueful smile to her last statement.&nbsp; <br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader: Void Bound (Private)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>06-01-2010, 14:20:58</strong>
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				"I'm most sorry then for having disrupted your schedule, though I hope the change of plans proved to be worth it." The reference to their earlier liason is made with a grin as he bends to look at the tablet in her lap, as interested by the metal slab as by what lay under it. He didn't have the same easy comfort with his own nudity as she did hers - he hadn't even removed his shirt during the cafeteria sex, and his skullcap never came off in anyone else's presence. Adapting to those around him, though, had been how he managed to survive alone, and he certainly had no problems with her being naked even if she hadn't been.<br><br>"That's Orkoid writing, if I'm not mistaken? I'm afraid my xenology studies were mostly directed on how other races managed to navigate the Immaterium without Navigators of their own, but I highly doubt that it could be anything else. I wasn't aware Orks had the manual dexterity to write like that."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader: Void Bound (Private)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Insatiably Bored</strong> on <strong>06-01-2010, 14:44:22</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=56491.msg2609642#msg2609642">Quote from: Darkling on 05-01-2010, 18:32:45</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Darvius did a great job of keeping Avorn balanced between pain and pleasure. Each time the Marine's shaft struck the end of her channel, it sent a twitch of pleasure through her body, causing her to moan loudly. His hand on her clit caused her body to writhe in pleasure. While his large form, looming over her body, his breath on her neck, pleased her immensely. Sufficed to say, she was enjoying herself quite abit. Being who she was, id was her natural inclination to try to compete with, or outlast her current bedmate, something she also routinely tried with the Space Marine, though in Darvius's case, it usually proved to be a futile gesture, as he possessed... well, inhuman, levels of stamina, which she knew extended&nbsp; to lovemaking, but still, she couldnt help but try.<br><br>As a result, she held out for quite a while, but in the end the result was the same as it always was. Her back arched just-so, her body quivering with release, as she cried out in orgasm and her inner walls twiched and clenched, as if seeking to milk the seed from him, while the flow of her juices would increase for a moment, before lacking off . Shed only made a moderate effort to sound proof her rooms, as a result, the whole bridge would be <strong>quite</strong> aware of her satisfaction. Afterwards she slumped slightly, and cursed that she 'lost' but the marine was certainly used to such things by now.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Darvius sighed out happily, his hot breath cascading down over her flesh one last time. He would whisper softly into her ear “and victory goes to the Space Marine, yet again” slowly he slid from her embrace his powerful hands tenderly massaging her back and hips before swatting her rear end firmly. His large frame stood up right fully, he smile and grabbed one of her sheets teasingly wiping his length clean with it. He had climaxed, though he hadn’t ejaculated, he hadn’t released his seed.<br><br><br>In truth he had stopped doing such long ago, after their third time in bed he had stopped releasing his seed within her. She had no desire for offspring, and he had no desire to give her what she didn’t want. He scooped up his robes and donned them rather quickly, he would glance to Avorn as she lay upon the bed “rest well Avorn, this was fun and enjoyable as always, maybe we can do such again” he gave a soft wave and then left her to herself. He had never seen or remembered Avorn as the soft and tender type, she seemed more than happy to have her fun and leave, so he gave her, her space.<br><br><br>He would leave the way he had come, moving to his throne and his armor. Slipping in, his hand triggered the gauntlets, and with another set of groan and whirls of motors and engines the servo arms returned his armor about him. His armored gauntlet slowly lifted up the helmet, his eyes looking into the display on the eye pieces for a moment before pushing the helmet back into place. With a hiss of compressing air, the seal was formed. With a soft grunt he willed his body up, moving towards the mess hall. He wasn’t hungry, in truth he hadn’t been hungry for the last couple of days. So he would find a bench and just relax in the common place. He would scan the room, taking note of whom was there but otherwise cared little for the happenings of day to day.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader: Void Bound (Private)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>07-01-2010, 20:50:18</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=56491.msg2612405#msg2612405">Quote from: TheGlyphstone on 06-01-2010, 14:20:58</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"I'm most sorry then for having disrupted your schedule, though I hope the change of plans proved to be worth it." The reference to their earlier liason is made with a grin as he bends to look at the tablet in her lap, as interested by the metal slab as by what lay under it. He didn't have the same easy comfort with his own nudity as she did hers - he hadn't even removed his shirt during the cafeteria sex, and his skullcap never came off in anyone else's presence. Adapting to those around him, though, had been how he managed to survive alone, and he certainly had no problems with her being naked even if she hadn't been.<br><br>"That's Orkoid writing, if I'm not mistaken? I'm afraid my xenology studies were mostly directed on how other races managed to navigate the Immaterium without Navigators of their own, but I highly doubt that it could be anything else. I wasn't aware Orks had the manual dexterity to write like that."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Your quick assessment brings a wide smile to Cin, expressed,&nbsp; clearly impressing her.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<em>"Yes, they have a rudimentary working language.&nbsp; &nbsp;More in way of picture glyphs that are standardized.&nbsp; &nbsp;From what I know this piece is from one of their war wagons.&nbsp; &nbsp; Which is called a 'kart'.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Now this&nbsp; kart was part of some kind of speed cult.&nbsp; &nbsp;See this word that is what it means, 'wazza'.&nbsp; &nbsp; Now the two words here tell us a bit more on the life of this particular vehicles life.&nbsp; &nbsp;'Panzee' is their word for the eldar,&nbsp; while 'snik' is word for kill.&nbsp; &nbsp; So they considered this vehicle which I assume was part of some cult of speed to beena eldar killer." </em><br><br>The mention of sex had indeed brought the grin and also a slight blush.&nbsp; &nbsp; However, she did not repudiate it.&nbsp; &nbsp; But how she took to her words and languages it is as if another side of Cin is shown.&nbsp; &nbsp; As she opens up in a way you have never seen.&nbsp; As she becomes enmeshed in explaining the metal slab and scratchings on it.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader: Void Bound (Private)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>08-01-2010, 01:22:08</strong>
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				"So this would have been some sort of identifying mark then for the vehicle in question, the way Imperial tank crews sometimes paint names for their vehicles on the turret or hull?"<br><br>He tilted his head to see the various glyphs and pictograms better. "What about that string of images there? The first one looks like it good be an Ork's head. The one next to it..a gun of some sort? I don't have a clue what the other two are."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader: Void Bound (Private)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>08-01-2010, 05:40:06</strong>
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				Cin would study the two pictogram indicated on the other side.&nbsp; &nbsp;Falling silent as she thought on them.&nbsp; Then suddenly she would speak up. <br><br><em>"The gun marking is a caste glyph.&nbsp; &nbsp;It says one of what they call the nob.&nbsp; &nbsp; The nob are like nobility, leaders, elites that sort.&nbsp; &nbsp; The other I am not too sure.&nbsp; &nbsp;It is not complete been worn off with the scorch marks.&nbsp; &nbsp; Could be clan designation.&nbsp; Which if is the case, it be the Deathskulls.&nbsp; &nbsp;Which is likely it, for the other would not fit.&nbsp; That being the pictogram of kop.&nbsp; Which means head, helmet.&nbsp; &nbsp; So I would assume its to say this was a vehicle of some part of cult of speed that had ties to the Deathskulls." </em>&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>She suddenly look to you and smile sheepishly.&nbsp; <br><br><em>"I'm sorry I must be boring you."</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader: Void Bound (Private)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ChaoticSky</strong> on <strong>08-01-2010, 06:29:58</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=56491.msg2612440#msg2612440">Quote from: Insatiably Bored on 06-01-2010, 14:44:22</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Darvius sighed out happily, his hot breath cascading down over her flesh one last time. He would whisper softly into her ear “and victory goes to the Space Marine, yet again” slowly he slid from her embrace his powerful hands tenderly massaging her back and hips before swatting her rear end firmly. His large frame stood up right fully, he smile and grabbed one of her sheets teasingly wiping his length clean with it. He had climaxed, though he hadn’t ejaculated, he hadn’t released his seed.<br><br><br>In truth he had stopped doing such long ago, after their third time in bed he had stopped releasing his seed within her. She had no desire for offspring, and he had no desire to give her what she didn’t want. He scooped up his robes and donned them rather quickly, he would glance to Avorn as she lay upon the bed “rest well Avorn, this was fun and enjoyable as always, maybe we can do such again” he gave a soft wave and then left her to herself. He had never seen or remembered Avorn as the soft and tender type, she seemed more than happy to have her fun and leave, so he gave her, her space.<br><br><br>He would leave the way he had come, moving to his throne and his armor. Slipping in, his hand triggered the gauntlets, and with another set of groan and whirls of motors and engines the servo arms returned his armor about him. His armored gauntlet slowly lifted up the helmet, his eyes looking into the display on the eye pieces for a moment before pushing the helmet back into place. With a hiss of compressing air, the seal was formed. With a soft grunt he willed his body up, moving towards the mess hall. He wasn’t hungry, in truth he hadn’t been hungry for the last couple of days. So he would find a bench and just relax in the common place. He would scan the room, taking note of whom was there but otherwise cared little for the happenings of day to day.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Avorn murred and stirred at the playful swat, rising from the bed and stretching out those after-sex kinks from her muscles. She laughed as the marine wiped himself off in her sheets, they had certainly been much dirtier than that on occasion, so she certainly didnt mind, though she slipped up to him, grinning, and gave the head of his cock a velvety warm kiss to see Darvius off, and hopefully get him uncomfortably aroused for the next little while.<br><br>She thanked the space marine for his attentions as he left. Then lounged about the bed for a few minutes before hauling her self to her feet and dressed... if her pants and suspenders could be called 'dressed'. She wandered over to a stack of servo-skulls she kept about for various purposes and picked one up. Waking it with a vicious shake, she released it, letting it float in the air. Avorn cleared her throat, then spoke, her words as clear and too the point as she could make them... these things tended to be rather literal. “Start Recording. This is Captain Avorn, would you please join me for dinner, sooner would be better. We shall discuss our current venture over marinated Ambull steaks in the Officer Messhall, on the luxury crew deck. Stop”. She told it, ending the message, then ordered it “Seek and Repeat message. All Officers. Return and shut down.” Since all of her 'special' crew members biospore was logged in its memory, shed filed them all under 'officers' for simplicity, she simply pointed at the door and it buzzed out, seeking the crew out, no matter where they were in the ship, or what they were doing, to deliver the message.<br><br>Her task done, she left her room, and made her way to the galley, the fancy double doors swishing open to allow entrance, the room was the refitted version of the ships officer mess hall, as such there was a single large table, with a large throne-like chair for the captain, and seating for about a hundred people, naturally, it was a rather empty room, most of the time, the half dozen or so people shed invited would hardly fill up even a fifth of the tables capacity. But she liked fine dining every once in a while and it gave her a chance to talk to them away from prying eyes and such. There was money to be made, and she wasnt in the mood to take unnecessary risks 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader: Void Bound (Private)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>08-01-2010, 07:12:42</strong>
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				"So just from a handful of pictograms, you can tell that this hunk of metal scrap was once part of an Ork raiding vehicle that belonged to a chieftain of a speed cult amongst a specific tribe. Fascinating, it makes me wonder how and where you learned to glean so much information from such crude script - it couldn't have been easy."<br><br>Before she can answer, he looks up at the door, listening. A slow stattaco beat of thumping against the door is audible, and he gets up to see what could be making the noise. When the door slides open, the pair of servo skulls that had been sent to find him and Cin glide in. His stops first and begins to repeat the message given to it by Captain Avorn - when the second begins reciting the same thing to Cin a few seconds later, he grabs his and holds it closer to his ear so that he can distinguish the words from the double-repetition, then lets it go when it stops and begins to struggle to get away.<br><br>"Looks like we've been summoned. Shall we go?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader: Void Bound (Private)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>08-01-2010, 07:35:50</strong>
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				No it had not been easy.&nbsp; It had been long and hard in study.&nbsp; &nbsp;But at the same time, her love of such had made it seem easy.&nbsp; And that was the difference.&nbsp; &nbsp;Plus her great great grandmothers diary had been the greatest of teachers.&nbsp; &nbsp; It had helped her to understand the basic phonetics behind each language.&nbsp; To understand the root.&nbsp; &nbsp;Was at the core of it.&nbsp; &nbsp; But before she could answer.&nbsp; She would&nbsp; look to&nbsp; the door.&nbsp; As Bendial got up and answered.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>A pair of servo skulls glide in.&nbsp; One first stopping at Bendial.&nbsp; &nbsp;The second moves past to come before herself.&nbsp; &nbsp;Both deliver the same message, they are summoned by the captain.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Looking then to you, Cin would nod in response.&nbsp; As she stood up and moved to set the metal plate back on her desk.&nbsp; &nbsp;She turn and look to you.&nbsp; <br><br><em>"Just a moment,&nbsp; let me get dressed."</em>&nbsp; She would say, as she reached for the outfit she had stripped out of earlier.&nbsp; &nbsp; Quickly she slip it back on.&nbsp; &nbsp; Adjusting the buckles and then slipping on her weapons belt.&nbsp; &nbsp;Once finished she look back to you.<br><br><em>"I wonder whats up?&nbsp; Have any idea?"</em>&nbsp; She ask as the two stepped out of her quarters and headed to the meeting.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader: Void Bound (Private)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Anathanasia</strong> on <strong>08-01-2010, 07:57:19</strong>
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				Synaerihl was in her own quarters, idly playing with various toxins and chemicals when the servo-skull found her. It repeated the Captain's message and then floated off to find the next crew member, Syn not making any acknowledgement of the thing beyond a slight twitch of a pointed ear, all her focus on her 'work', so she didn't accidentally twitch a finger instead and kill herself with a cloud of poisonous gas. In truth, this was work for a haemonculous - they made the best poisons and drugs - but she'd taken it up as a hobby long ago, and she did seem to be rather lacking access to any haemonculous crafters to trade with. Syn knowledge couldn't compare, but she'd make a decent hallucinogenic drink fit for the finely tuned senses of an Eldar if it did, in fact, kill her; she was getting desperately tired of the boring and unrefined swill the mon'keigh passed off as alcohol.<br><br>Done for now, she sighed and set down her current effort and stood, pulling off the work smock she'd tugged on after returning from her bath. Syn chose one of her most recent acquisitions for dinner attire, a sheer fuchsia pull-over, sleeveless and fully open down both sides like a tabard, embroidered black lace adornments along the bottom inch and upper chest, above her breasts. It only fell to mid-thigh, and she secured it about her waist with a black, latex-ish garter belt, the straps widely spaced so they didn't interfere with the movement of the gauzy pull-over. Black fishnet stockings, gloves, and glossy black stiletto heeled boots to round out the outfit, and her splinter pistol and one of the trademark dual-monoblades favoured by the Dark Eldar to complete it.<br><br>Tying her midnight hair back with a silver cord and a touch of black and dark red makeup to finish things off, Syn felt she looked appropriately 'wych-y' for dinner, at last. Running her hands down her lithe body, letting her slightly-long and delicately sharpened blood-red fingernails drag a little, she grinned at herself in the mirror before turning sharply on her heel and leaving to meet the Captain and the rest of the non-fodder members of the crew for dinner.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader: Void Bound (Private)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NotoriusBEN</strong> on <strong>08-01-2010, 09:05:01</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 6pt;" class="bbc_size"><em><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"Oh Emperor of Mankind, <br>Send Your gaze to me with benevolence, <br>Watch over Your servant and solider, <br>And protect me from peril."</span></em></span></div><br>Cain muttered the Litany of Protection while asleep in his quarters. Warp travel was unnerving to most humans but especially so to psykers. The whispered blasphemies of the daemons beyond the Gheller Field sent chills up Cain's spine and often he forced himself to get inebriated and sleep when possible. Hypno-indoctrination during his years confined to the Black Ships took over and so he repeated in hushed whispers the Litany that help stay the daemons and protect his mind. The daemons still approached him, but they had to meet Cain on his terms, within his own mind.<br><br>"Pyrist Cain Mallear," the monotone vox of the servo-skull penetrated his dreams...<br><br>... and Cain woke up to the bright incandescent lights in his room. It was decorated with minimal appointments, a couple of purity seals, the skeletal model of some small and vicious feline creature, an aquarium with assorted fish and jellies, and his workbench. "Pyrist Cain, the Esteemed Captain Avorn wishes for you to join her in the Officer's Messhall." The servoskull hovered in place awaiting his answer and began to repeat its message when Cain finally shooed it away.<br><br>"Yes, I got your message, be gone with you." He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and massaged the headache from his temples before sliding out of bed. Eyes still blurry, he shuffled over to the shower and disrobed. A quick and refreshing few minutes later and Cain was ready to venture within the long hallways of the <em>Void Bound</em>. Intermittently he met other crew as he walked from floor to floor and room to room. They gave him as wide a berth as possible in the ship, because they were nervous of him. Quite literally the sole survivor of Seldon's Fall unless others managed to leave the planet and he was a psykic to boot.<br><br>Stepping into the Officer's Mess, Cain appreciated the form and figure of Captain Avorn. As Cain walked through the ship he felt the psychic resonance of sexual release from many of the ship's officers and crew and here in the Officer's Mess, Captain Avorn almost radiated hers. Walking down the silver gilded floor and wall, Cain took a seat 3 chairs down from the Captain, "Good Evening, Captain, I trust your are feeling at the top of your game?" A knowing smirk crept across his face.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader: Void Bound (Private)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>09-01-2010, 02:20:41</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=56491.msg2618004#msg2618004">Quote from: Elven Sex Goddess on 08-01-2010, 07:35:50</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">No it had not been easy.&nbsp; It had been long and hard in study.&nbsp; &nbsp;But at the same time, her love of such had made it seem easy.&nbsp; And that was the difference.&nbsp; &nbsp;Plus her great great grandmothers diary had been the greatest of teachers.&nbsp; &nbsp; It had helped her to understand the basic phonetics behind each language.&nbsp; To understand the root.&nbsp; &nbsp;Was at the core of it.&nbsp; &nbsp; But before she could answer.&nbsp; She would&nbsp; look to&nbsp; the door.&nbsp; As Bendial got up and answered.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>A pair of servo skulls glide in.&nbsp; One first stopping at Bendial.&nbsp; &nbsp;The second moves past to come before herself.&nbsp; &nbsp;Both deliver the same message, they are summoned by the captain.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Looking then to you, Cin would nod in response.&nbsp; As she stood up and moved to set the metal plate back on her desk.&nbsp; &nbsp;She turn and look to you.&nbsp; <br><br><em>"Just a moment,&nbsp; let me get dressed."</em>&nbsp; She would say, as she reached for the outfit she had stripped out of earlier.&nbsp; &nbsp; Quickly she slip it back on.&nbsp; &nbsp; Adjusting the buckles and then slipping on her weapons belt.&nbsp; &nbsp;Once finished she look back to you.<br><br><em>"I wonder whats up?&nbsp; Have any idea?"</em>&nbsp; She ask as the two stepped out of her quarters and headed to the meeting.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"I couldn't so much as guess, to be honest. This planet's not on any major current routes, and it's not known for anything specific or unusual. The Captain obviously thinks that there is money to be had, though, or she wouldn't have brought us here."<br><br>He stops at an intersection, glancing at her. "I'm going to detour a bit and stop by my own quarters to change and get a quick wash. If the captain's having us all discuss our mission in the fancy dining hall over dinner, I'd like to be somewhat presentable. You can go ahead if you want, I wouldn't want to delay you."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader: Void Bound (Private)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>09-01-2010, 05:10:32</strong>
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				Cin shrugs with a non committal response.&nbsp; &nbsp;It didn't matter to her.&nbsp; If you wanted to go and freshen up before heading to the meeting with the captain.&nbsp; &nbsp;Thou it would have been nice if such had been said earlier.&nbsp; She would have gone and taken a shower.&nbsp; &nbsp;<em>"Sure no problem,&nbsp; catch later then Bendial."</em><br><br>I decide to keep my sentiment of being mildly irked to myself.&nbsp; It was of a minor nuances.&nbsp; &nbsp;So after parting with Bendial, I head on myself to the meeting called.&nbsp; &nbsp; My thought's run into the possibilities of why were coming to this planet.&nbsp; &nbsp;What sort of job the captain has attained for us.&nbsp; &nbsp;If I will truly be needed.&nbsp; Or will get to sight see.&nbsp; &nbsp;Scour the various shops in markets on the planet.&nbsp; That is if were even going to the planet.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Could be just a run,&nbsp; cargo run.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Reaching the officers mess,&nbsp; I look around.&nbsp; It seats hundreds but a half dozen to perhaps dozen would be in attendance.&nbsp; &nbsp; I only take a moment pause to sweep a look over the room.&nbsp; &nbsp;Once I ascertain where everyone is sitting,&nbsp; I head on over.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader: Void Bound (Private)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>09-01-2010, 05:34:47</strong>
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				Unaware of any ill feeling his impulse may have provoked - had she asked to come along and do the same, he would hardly have turned her down, Benidal turned off down the side corridor that led to the luxury apartments, one of which he had appropriated as his quarters. Once inside, he locked the door firmly, then peeled off his black skullcap with a small sigh of relief, blinking his third eye rapidly to remoisten the small, dark organ after its confinement. A quick scan around the room and the auras present confirmed that he was alone, and had been for some time, so he stripped off the remainder of his clothing and tossed them onto the small bed with his cap before heading into the shower cubicle. A few minutes of harsh scrubbing under the hot water and he felt presentable again, thoroughly cleaned of any leftover scents from the cafeteria.<br><br>Drying off, he re-dressed in the crisp space-black trousers, shirt, and silver-trimmed vest that was the traditional dress uniform for all Navigators, though the buttons which would have borne his House insignia had been replaced with featureless metal. Replacing his skullcap with a fresh one, he left his room and headed at a brisk pace to the formal dining hall. He slowed outside, entering at a leisurely pace, and took his usual seat at Captain Avorn's left, across from where the Exec would normally sit at her right, but this meal had been replaced by the massive reinforced seat which could only belong to Darvius.<br><br>"Captain." He nodded to her, then swept his gaze over those who had already gathered, and noted who had not yet arrived.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader: Void Bound (Private)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>09-01-2010, 06:50:53</strong>
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				Klaus had left the armory some minutes back, having taken the time to show Ari how to properly clean and maintain her sidearm, which, after a few test shots, proved that it was as accurate as Klaus' laspistol. Currently, he was in his room, which was well-appointed with the trappings of nearly sixty years of combat against Orks, Tyranids, Chaos, and worse. One of his trophies, currently leaning against his desk, was a dead Venom Cannon, the organic weapon having starved to death and rotted, leaving only its exoskeleton as a silent reminder of the threat.<br><br>A tattered war standard from the Word Bearers leaned against the opposite wall, with an Ork Power Klaw laying on the table below it. Beside the Klaw was a small case, lined with red velvet, and showcasing his array of medals; campaign ribbons, citations of Valour, several 'wounded in the line of duty' medals, and a dozen medals for killing as many creatures as he could.<br><br>He looked up when the Servoskull bounced off the grating covering the ventilation shaft, the proximity to him allowing it to relay its message and carry on as it saw fit to, letting Klaus get up from his seat, and, after a moment's thought, he peeled off his usual fatigues, and dressed in his semi-formal attire; a classic blue-green uniform and officer's hat. Instead of taking his laspistol with him, however, he opened a plastisteel box that lay under the table where he had placed the Klaw, and pulled out a hellpistol, a fully-automatic version of his usual sidearm, and well-known for its ability to put holes in most types of armour.<br><br>Strapping the pistol's holster to his belt, he stepped from his room and headed aft to the Officer's mess, not at all surprised that most of the other officers had arrived before he had. However, the new placement of the seating did cause him to raise an eyebrow, as apparently the place customarily reserved for the Executive Officer, ie. Himself, had been replaced by a large throne for the most recent addition to the ship's 'elite', the Adeptus Ass-tart.<br><br>Mentally Shrugging, he sat down eight places from the head of the table, leaning back in the chair so he could plant his heavy boots on the crossbar running the length of the table's underside as he lit a quarter-pound Lho-stick and blew several smoke rings into the air. "Men. Ladies. Xenos."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader: Void Bound (Private)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Insatiably Bored</strong> on <strong>09-01-2010, 12:38:56</strong>
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				Darvius moved into the officer mess rather finding the large room a waste of space, three full tactical squads could have easily eaten in the same space that was used for the small collection "officers". though it was not his craft, so it was in no way his call. his large armored frame moved slowly and purposefully to his seat, though his actions where more from drilling than anything, he had no interest in impressing any of the gathered beings. most of whom he had served with in the thick of it, had called at least allies in the time of war.<br><br>slowly he would lower himself into his eat, taking his place at the right of the captain. as always, Darvius was donning a set of weapons, in this case he was armed with the six barreled, belt fed Assault Cannon, which had been mounted upon his wrist, leaving the gauntlet of his hand free. his other hand was covered in a “glove” that was many times the size of the normal power armored hand, and upon its under side was a massive “chainsaw”. as he sat down he would let the many scanners of his suit pick through the gathered beings, looking for weapons or any sign of distress. the fingers of his chainfist idly tapped at the arm of his “throne”, he normally would have preferred to stand. though he had enough tactic not to spit in the face of a gift. the chair had been built for him and he would put it to use.<br><br>after boring himself to death with reading the scans a few times he gently let the left side of his brain shut down resting it for the time being. unless spoken to or asked for his opinion he would remain wordless, curious to learn just what Avorn had in mind this trip.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader: Void Bound (Private)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Anathanasia</strong> on <strong>09-01-2010, 17:42:29</strong>
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				"I'm not the last to arrive, I see.", Synaerihl said with a smirk as she strode in to the huge officers mess.<br><br>Her dark eyes roamed over those already assembled, obviously taking in their attire, armour and armaments. Syn didn't trust anyone, except perhaps the Captain - a little, and everyone with half a brain would be aware of this. She also didn't much like being the first of the Eldar to arrive. Not that Syn trusted them any more than anyone else, really, but if sides were drawn for whatever reason she'd wager the Eldar would back each other against the mon'keigh under most circumstances. Syn herself would, at least. <br><br>"Captain.", she smiled, a leer that was almost dangerous, at the human woman. Syn vamped her way around the table, passing behind the Captain as one long finger traced it's way up the Captain's left arm and shoulder as she circled, taking a seat next to the 'throne' of the resident Space Marine; Syn always like to be close to him when in the same space, 'under' the range of his guns, just in case. "I hope our reason for coming to this planet will prove more exhilarating than our last stop?"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader: Void Bound (Private)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>10-01-2010, 18:05:27</strong>
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				Klaus looked over at Darvius, and frowned slightly. "Seems to me that having a multi-barreled assault weapon, as well as a chainsaw attached to the other hand, precludes the fact that this is supposed to be a nice, quiet evening Meal, with perhaps a mission briefing somewhere in the middle."<br><br>He sat up slowly, looking over the rest of the crew. "We may be armed and dangerous, but at least we can handle a knife and fork without destroying part of the table"<br><br>Standing up, he walked around the head of the table, his demeanour having changed from relatively amiable to 'scary drill seargent', his scarred countenance revealing nothing as his gaze passed over each of the attending crew, before he stopped, directly across from the space marine. "Tell me. When you ate at your barracks, were you expected to be fully armed, or it this just an affectation gained after your chapter was declared Traitoris?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader: Void Bound (Private)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kolbrandr</strong> on <strong>10-01-2010, 18:34:37</strong>
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				The Wych's deranged fit having ended some time before, the Harlequin had moved back to practicing his various performances. Resulingly, Neremeth had been ignoring the servo skull, hanging upside down from the ceiling via toes flexed carefully into indents, his arms cradling a bizarre, multi chambered mandolin. His nimble fingers plucked at strings and sent them thrumming into flowing melodies that echoed around the chamber. One of the notes was eventually soft enough for the message to get through, his shoulders lifting in a graceful shrug to hear it as he flipped down from the ceiling without interruption as he played. <br><br>It was music thus that heralded him before he arrived, eerie and reverberant as the few times he would speak, though similarly with the same melodic resonance and perfect pitch. He wore his mask, full player's garb and longcoat, with his neural disruptor and various of his juggling toys concealed about within.<br><br>His steps flowed over to one of the chairs near where the others sat, a hop up to perch on its back via an arch of his toes. He shifted downards in the volume of the notes, a level below conversations so as not to interrupt or disrupt them while he continued, a languid change in melodies that seemed smooth and natural, accuracy and talent preternatural enough to nudge harmonic vibrations themselves in deft gestures. The effect was a sort of soothing background noise tailored for a listener to interpret, whether coming off as the sense of soft rain on a distant rooftop, the far off chorus of agonized, dying, victimized cries from a day's satisfying carnage, a jangling lilt of chimes or anything inbetween so depending on that listener, melodies to catch just in the corner of their thoughts.<br><br>For Neremeth's part, he just perched and waited, drawing out music he hadn't had an inclination to finish up.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader: Void Bound (Private)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ChaoticSky</strong> on <strong>11-01-2010, 04:56:56</strong>
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				Avorn grinned at the psyker, shed been ecstatic when theyd happened across him, his distress picked up by her astropath. Most people were unnerved by psykers, for obvious reasons, but not Avorn, part of the reason for that was that she was Emplated, when she was a child, her father had hired a powerful pskyer to emplate her mind, the process (as much as she understood it) created a false shell of a mind around her own, hiding her memories and making her highly resistant to mental coercion. Anyone taking a peek inside her head would only see the false persona, in her case, she was Ellory Sidgur the eldest daughter of a powerful Cardinal. Her emplate was a simple but strong one... any decent pskyer would realize that there was some sort of block in place, since the persona was extremely simple, lacking any kind of depth, but as long as she kept her will up, only a ridiculously powerful psyker would actually get through it. So if she was captured, all she had to do was think pious thoughts (since it does nothing for her surface-thoughts) and shed get off scot free if questioned. The other part of the reason was that boinking a psyker was a very interesting activity to say the least. As she greeted him, she let images of some of her fantasies involving him flit through her mind, assuming that he would be watching since she had told him before she didnt mind him skimming the surface, and gave him a very suggestive grin.<br><br>A good captain is Avorn, but pretty clueless in some respects, the finer points of politics and etiquette for example, the Marine was hardly a 'new' member of the crew, but the chars in her favoured briefing room hadnt exactly been designed with a marines bulk and weight in mind... to say nothing of its armour and weapons. So shed had a chair for him added. Shed put it at the front because then she could simply remove a extra chair and everythint would fit nicely... and she obviously couldnt put it at the far end of the table... to be honest, shed never paid much attention to who sat where... and certainly hadnt anticipated that it would cause issues.<br><br>The captain shivered pleasantly as Syn dragged her nail over her arm, goosing the flesh, and gave her a wink as she sat down “I would assume so, but who knows? Maybe they will be completely incompetent-” she had been about to launch into her little explanation of whats going on, but was interrupted, first by klaus's bout of insanity, then by the creepy eldar clown... who she had yet to bed, by the way, and the fact that he showed no interest made him odder in her mind than the outfit did. She sighed, and when that failed to catch everyone's attention, she sighed very loudly, almost to the point of theatrics and cleared her throat sharply. Satisfied that she now had the tables attention, she spoke, “Klaus... thats going too far and you know it, you wouldnt like it if he called cadian's traitors.-” she shifted har attention to the space marine “Insults aside, he has a point... I enjoy creativity as much as the next woman, but that giant-spinny-gun-arm-thingy-of-doom and chainfist arnt proper dinner utensils... though I admit to being tempted to asking you to try and cut your steak with it” she suggested, attempting to diffuse the situation somewhat with humour, before turning serious and captainy, which believe it or not, she could do very well, “In either case. Please put this aside untill we return to the ship, then you can have a duel or apologies or whatever. Assuming you both survive. But now is not the time.” she gestured, and a hololith projector in the celing turned on, displaying a image of the planet, then zooming in on one city, and one building in particular, showing its floor plan, “we are being paid quite generously by the governor of Anterk VII to recover a certain item of illicit nature, one that can be traced back to him, and could be quite damaging to his reputation, it is stored on a pict-recorder that was stolen from his estate along with various other baubles, all quite valuable and quite replaceable, he has every reason to suspect the criminals in question have no idea what they stole. We are being paid for... our clandestine nature, the basic goal is to raid this facility, a store house, used by pirates to hold hot goods untill they can be fenced off, either due to lack of attention by the authorities or by transporting it far, far away. We are playing the role of pirates today, so I encourage you to stuff your pockets with any valuables you encounter, and I do suspect there will be alot of valuables, as this will cover our true goal, being the reacquisition of the pict recorder, and the destruction of the facilities cognators... just in case. The pay out is good, and the possible additional reward from all the nice stuff we'll be relieving the pirates of could swell that sum considerably. A good venture, all things considered.” she gestured up at the sphere, “We can expect heavy, but disorganized resistance. Id like you all to come, if possible, more pockets to fill. Cin, I'd like you check the goods, see if any of its xenos and valauble. Our Wych and Solitare will be running intereference. Neremth, id like you to kill their leaders, as soon as humanly... err... eldar-ly possible, before they can organize any real resistance, after that its up to you... you can join us or return and guard the shuttle or amuse yourself... however harlequins amuse themselves. Syna, I'd like you to simply run through the building and cause as much fear and chaos as possible, youll enjoy that, I'm sure... and&nbsp; no more than three captives this time. Last time you tried to take five and they almost got loose, and I'd much rather not have a repeat of that.... and dont leave their corpses posed in a storage locker this time... the crewman who discovered them did not find it amusing. Darvius, you will be our fist, bring that chainfist with you, we may have some doors or walls to get through. The rest of us will follow up, provide support and stuff our pockets.”<br><br>She grinned ear to ear and asked, “any questions?”, just as the thick and juicy steaks arrived, each one carefully prepared specifically to the person's tastes, the cook was well paid... and earned every credit.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader: Void Bound (Private)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>11-01-2010, 05:30:47</strong>
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				Benidal raised a finger, ignoring his steak dinner for the moment. "Do you expect us to have to make a hot escape? If this is a smuggler's stronghold, there's probably all sorts of hidden anti-orbital defenses nestled in unpleasant places, possibly enough to make even <em>Void Bound</em> shake a bit. If someone decides to chase us, it'll be useful to know how quickly I'll be expected to have us in warp once we've reboarded."<br><br>While he waited for an answer, he sawed off a bit of the steak and began to eat, chewing thoughtfully with both eyes still on the captain. He tended towards an irregular pattern of light meals, mobile around the time he spent out of the Pocket, and so it wasn't often that he got to sit down for a full dinner like this.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader: Void Bound (Private)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>11-01-2010, 06:35:47</strong>
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				Klaus shrugged, placing his lho-stick in a nearby ashtray as he sat in an unoccupied seat, not fazed in the slightest by either the marine, or the captain's quiet rebuke. Listening to the briefing, he nodded to himself, as if checking off various contingency plans.<br><br>When the meal arrived, he continued listening, the steak untouched for long moments as he tapped his chin in thought, before speaking up. "I'll wager then, for ease of portability, and more loot-grabbing, we'll be relegated to lighter weapons, then. Also, what percentile of our pay is coming from this noble, and how much is estimated to be from looting the place before we burn it to the ground?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader: Void Bound (Private)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Anathanasia</strong> on <strong>11-01-2010, 07:14:03</strong>
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				Syn laughed upproariously as she cut into her steak with zeal, "Oh, I still wish I'd been there to see his face, though." She took too large a mouthful of the bloody rare meat, quickly following it while still chewing with a gulp of whatever alcohol had been poured for her, and continued with her mouth still full, "And I keep trying to tell you, Captain, I was planning to let one or two go so I could hunt them...it's not as if there's anyplace to go out here, and the crew wouldn't even notice while they were on shift..."<br><br>She cut another large piece of meat off and stuffed it into her mouth aggressively, chasing it almost immediately with another swig of her drink again. In her elegance she spilled little, leaving one to think it's not as though Syn has bad table manners, as it's obvious there's some kind of twisted form to it. Not barbarism, just excess. The way she attacked her food was just another fashion by which Synaerihl expressed the typical hedonism of a dark eldar.<br><br>"Besides, I just finished a new-" she cut herself off, looking to where a small glob of pink meat had flown off her fork, as she'd gestured for emphasis, and landed on the upper arm of Darvius' armour. With a casual grace she quickly plucked it off and popped it into her mouth, licking her fingers clean and saying with a teasing smirk, "Mmm, seasoned with extra violence...as I was saying, I made a new net, and got those extra binders, so I think I can handle at least four this time. Or you can have Klaus assign some servitors to me...I could use them to guard captives, then I could even manage some more." she not so subtly hinted, gesturing to the first officer with a nod of her chin.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader: Void Bound (Private)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NotoriusBEN</strong> on <strong>11-01-2010, 09:07:10</strong>
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				Cain listened quietly while the Captain gave her statement. It wasn't his nature to peer in on other's thoughts but with such personalities as those in the Officer's Mess, their surface thoughts touched him instead of the other way around. Syn dove into her meal and when little meaty and bloody bits flew his direction, he casually collected them in midair and redeposited them to her plate, "I know you enjoy your steak, dearie, but try to be a little more graceful next time."<br><br>His own steak was grilled to medium rare perfection and he savoured each bite. "I'm all for a smash and grab, Captain, but I suggest those that go ashore be held in the cargo bay with the loot this time, until we sort it out. Also, the lesser crew should be paid in thrones this time as well, I don't need to remind you of that daemon cult that formed around that Cube from the last time we did a raid like this." That Cube had been scary business and caught in the nick of time. Fully one hundred scum crew in the lower holds had been consumed or tainted by Chaos and instead of fighting, the smart Captain simply jettisoned the compartment into the nearest star. Still, the conversion rate was astonishingly quick. If the Navigator hadn't mentioned a warp haze before the jump, Cain was pretty sure the ship would have been turned to the Eye of Terror, everyone on board, corrupted.<br><br>"I assume you want me to haul the freight cars to and from the shuttles after the initial fighting?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader: Void Bound (Private)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Insatiably Bored</strong> on <strong>11-01-2010, 09:17:43</strong>
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				The barrels of his assault cannon had begun to spin and the teeth of the chainfist had started to come to life just before Avorn’s voice hit his ears. His eyes, though still behind his armored helmet watched the former Kasrkin walk away. The fingers of his chain fist gripping the arm of his throne for a bit longer, though it would be the piece of steak on his royal purple armor that would defuse the situation for him. He couldn’t help but laugh softly at the Dark Eldar’s words, they did have a sense of humor after all, a bit twisted and dark, but humor none the less.&nbsp; His armored head would tilt and watch Syn as she snatched up the piece of steak and ate it, letting his eyes appraise her for a moment before turning to glance to the scans. She surely had the frame of a beauty, though what was in her mind made her that much more deadly, a mild curiosity of what she sounded like in the throes of pleasure played across his mind.<br><br>Though these thoughts would find the back burner quickly as a chance to kill, maim, burn and maybe get some loot was brought forth. His veteran eyes scanned over the floor plan of the building, in truth his suit of armor was recording the projection and making a copy for him.&nbsp; To be honest this was the kind of mission Soul Drinkers excelled at, close quarters raids in the tight confines of set space. Though it was not the hull of a ship, its tight spaces would be very similar and his tactics wouldn’t need to be changed much.&nbsp; He glanced to Avorn “where are we entering the building, how many bodies are estimated to be in this building, and what kind of skill are we expecting?” not once to he ask if they should be doing the mission, simply what they where up against and where they would be deploying. Once a marine set his mind on something, only its completion or his death would be the end of it, and as it was, he had his mind set on turning that building into a kill zone. <br><br>“though might I suggest a more stealthy approach, why not learn the times of delivers, hijack one of the delivery vehicle during its way to the warehouse, and drive right inside the front gates, jump out and catch our enemy unprepared? “ of course this was an over simplification&nbsp; of the entire battle plan, but it would favor their smaller numbers if they could get inside and among their foes. This plan was playing on their units almost over whelming numbers of close quarters fighting. He smiled softly “or we could simply have the vehicle driven into the base full of explosives, triggering it once it reached its destination and attack during the ensuing confusion , though the final decision is up to you Avorn”. he was itching to be among his enemies once more, to be spilling blood, and reaping death from those that would dare to stand before him. To better his skill as a warrior and a Space Marine where always welcome, he just hoped these rabble might have a few mutant or some other creature worthy of his time in combat.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader: Void Bound (Private)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>11-01-2010, 09:44:28</strong>
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				Cin's eyes dart to each as Klaus took Darvius the space marine to task for the weapons he brought. Eyes widen as the chainsaw came to life. Sliding one like to the side then. Ready to dive under the table if all hell broke out.<br><br>&nbsp;The dark eldar wych, would provide some dark humor. I find myself shifting a brief glance over to the woman. I assume she is a woman. The eldar can be so androgynous. I keep the look brief. Even among the people, is said that they steal one's soul. That death would be prayed upon. The captain begins to speak.<br><br>A lump formed in Cin's throat. As the healthy grip of pre-jitters already began. As soon as the captain announced they were going in on a hot retrieval. All hands would take part. Casting her eyes downward so the others would not see the fear that is held within them. For some say the eyes are the windows to the soul. Listening to the full mission brief laid out. Giving a nod in response to her part in the mission.<br><br>It also seems that such now with the mission briefing handed out. That Klaus backs down. The chainsaw would cease as the other backed away. I finally manage to force the lump from my throat as I dry swallow. Tilting a glance towards Bendial when he asks if we're going to have to make a quick jump. Drawing then to look at my steak, cooked to my desire of medium rare. The sudden panic attack swept aside. No pushed back and suppressed for now. I would just simply begin enjoying my meal. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader: Void Bound (Private)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kolbrandr</strong> on <strong>11-01-2010, 09:59:11</strong>
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				There was something, for anyone with a particular facility for reading body language, likely amounting to the Wych and the translator, that suggested a certain light amusement in the shift of Neremeth's bearing when the word clandestine was used in connotation with their group.<br><br>He leaned and cradled the mandolin into one arm as he listened to what was being described as a warehouse full of pirates, then dabbed a finger into a drink before him, keeping a melody going even as he played one handed now, the motions of it blurred all along its full extent to maintain the music, pressing on frets and moving faster than they could lift back to play out other notes under their influence, which now in quick plucking had the very slight suggestion of laughter.<br><br>With a wetted finger, he pointed to the space marine, then spelled out on the table in the liquid, "Overkill". Though he was working in wine, the script was elegant and precisely shaped all the same.<br><br>Then pointed to himself, and spelled out again "Overkill".<br><br>Then to the Wych, and a third time "Overkill".<br><br>Then shrugged, paused, and shaped out a question mark underneath the repetition, to render things both statement and question as to the why for all three of them. Or even one or two. It seemed to imply something particularly heavy in the words heavy resistance.<br><br>And since he had the hand free, pointed it to the map display, after taking in the placement of any vents, and gestured up slightly, as if asking for some slight zoom back out to the surrounding buildings. Another pause and point to the question mark, to emphasize it as a request.<br><br><br>
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