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Rubycon II System, Port Wander, A Very Luxurious Suite Overlooking the Docks The lights shining up from the dockyards below you appear as numerous as the stars beyond. From the vantage point of your lodgings you can see the countless trade ships loading up their goods for the journey back to the Calixis Sector, Navy vessels, either empty and dark, their crews on shore leave or bustling with activity in preparation for another patrol through the Maw. You see the twin hunter-cruisers of Eagle Squadron, the light frigates and supply ships of Support Group Beta and the many smaller vessels of the Navy's long range patrol arms. More interestingly however, are the vessels owned by the Rogue Traders. Among them, there is the colossal Subjugator, an Avenger class ship owned by Casimir Vicario, a man as devoid of subtlety as his vessel, the Lightning Spirit, a Viper used by Ignacia Herran to transport compact but valuable cargo from across the Expanse in record time, three of light patrol craft that keep the domain of Balthazar Augustus under control and most importantly, your own Fisto, a Turbulent class heavy frigate. Like most Rogue Trader vessels docked at Port Wander, it is undergoing final preparation for a trip through the Maw, beyond which, the space hulk Dire Terror is believed to have returned from the Warp. The Dire Terror is of great interest to the authorities of Port Wander, who believe it holds the ship of the infamous traitor Severus Titus Modrak and along with it great quantities of stolen knowledge in the form of ancient codices and cogitator data arrays detailing the defences of many worlds on of the Calixis Sector and even beyond. Now, with the forces of Chaos swarming out of the Screaming Vortex in search of this information, rogues and pirates combing the Expanse hoping to find and trade it to the Ruinous Powers, or more ambitiously, use it for themselves and even the Orks of the Undred-Undred Teef beginning to take notice of the increased human activity, the Navy, running out of time, has taken heed of the old proverb "Where there's profit there's a way" and offered a sizeable reward to whoever returns to them the sealed tomes from Modrak's vessel. The Adeptus Mechanicus, meanwhile, does not provide an official bounty for Modrak's stolen data arrays as they see it as their own property to begin with but whoever re-unites them with their knowledge would surely be looked favourably upon by many Magi. The first leg of your journey will take you to the planet of Etrara, where many colonies have turned to madness and survivors whisper of the presence of a great asteroid composed of wrecked ships and the corpses of their crews that brought insanity to their world with it's terrible secrets. But your crew will not finish loading up the Fisto for another six hours according to your ship's steward, during which you can choose to socialize with the many factions of or have a look at what the competition is doing, as is the case with Casimir, who's bloated and gem encrusted form - escorted by about fifty armsmen in gilded uniforms, a marching band and assorted sycophants - has appeared on the pier where the Fisto is being loaded up, most likely to mock the inadequate size of your ship and it's armament compared to the Subjugator. Characters not likely to spend much time socializing in Port Wander can start on the ship instead if they want. If you wish to confront the guy harassing your loaders, it's a roughly five minute trip from either the ship's quarters or your lodgings in Port Wander. If you want to get on/off the ship without encountering him, you can travel through the pier's lower decks or hitch a ride on the cargo pallets being moved to and from your ship by the overhead rails, requiring either a Very Easy Navigate(Surface) to navigate the lower decks or an Easy Charm roll to convince the dock overseer to let you ride the cargo pallets. Alternatively, characters with Unremarkable can just walk past him or you can come up with a more creative solution.
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 Danerick Kostanov The Red Consecrator preferred to stay mostly inside the ship while the Fisto was being prepared for the voyage. He let the rogue trader and his seneschal to deal with the details, meanwhile he helped watch over the ship and give martial-like sermon to the crew, glorifying the missionary Genevieve Almace and her righteous zeal as always. Perhaps one day the ship would be persuaded to pursuit the location of the legendary Tomb of Saint Cognatius, but he was satisfied for now. The possibility of going up against heretics and mutants in the near future would be enough to satisfy Him and the Blood Tears. When Danerick heard of that fat slug Casimir Vicario annoying the workers, the missionary wasted no time searching for the monster Casey somewhere in the ship. "It seems, Miss Katherine, that the hideous coward Casimir is outside right now harassing our loaders while they're doing the Emperor's work. Should we try to contact Miss Macharius to see if we should try to scare the bastard off?" code:frajaq fucked around with this message at 03:09 on Sep 28, 2014 |
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Solaria Macharius -It's one thing to take an honour guard,- Solaria thinks to herself, observing the rotund rival from afar, -but to take a band, and those decorations... That's just going to slow them down in combat.- Her own retinue is much more modest, a handful of the Fisto's security arbiters, in freshly-pressed and practical uniforms, picked from those who performed best at the last parade, motivated by pride, dignity, and the promise of a double-ration of amasec at the departure ceremony. To those Officers with her, Solaria comments "I think we can spend a little more time in the markets... Enough that I can say I'm in a hurry and mean it. Besides, I'm sure he'll get bored matching with with the ratings eventually.". She adds to Jay, either in person or by vox as needed, "And since we're about to make a trip anyway, see about taking some cargo with us. No sense sailing with an empty hold." And so, with a purposeful stride that's not quite a march, the Rogue Trader heads to the markets. quote:Solaria Macharius quote:The Fisto quote:Profit Factor: 35 Elfface fucked around with this message at 21:24 on Feb 5, 2014 |
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Katherine Carpenter Casey is in the middle of doing last minute checks on the security and armory. She'd LIKE to a do a full on inspection of the general quarters but some of these drat hallways seem built to hold ratling ratings. She's in the middle of pulling a broken, rusted pipe the size of a man's torso out of an exposed maintenance grill when the confessor strolls up. "Oh, hi Padre. We got some kind of scum sassing the crews? We could contact the Cap but I don't think she would want her time wasted with us handling common tasks like removing garbage." Casey tosses the chunk of metal to the ground where it lands with a gigantic CLANG. She dusts off her uniform, which was probably a very nice black field/dress uniform before she cut off the sleeves and lower legs in the typical Catachan tradition of hating actual clothing. Checking to see she's got her bolt pistols and slouch hat (appearences were important), she nods "Lets go see him off." (Intimidate TN 60, if relevant with Frajaq Aiding me, if possible.) quote:Name: Casey Carpenter Ronwayne fucked around with this message at 18:07 on Sep 18, 2014 |
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 Jay Crassian The seneschal adjusts his tie, shaking his head as he watches the fat bastard parade in front of his ship. "Reminds me of my uncle. I'll, uh, call dock security and let them know of our disturbance, yeah? Rather not let the old fat turd know what's going on." Jay grins, walking with the rogue trader a spell while digging into his pocket for his communicator. "You got it, boss. I'll take a few of the security team with me and we'll browse around a bit and try to raise some cargo to take with us. See if I can't find anything about the needs of the planet we're going to, that sort of thing." Jay chomps on his unlit cigar, moving it from one side of his mouth to the other; he never lit the drat things, but he seemed to like the airs it gave him. "Let's see if we can save some money doing it as well, unless you want it all above board, chief." Gonna throw out a few rolls here. Commerce/Evaluate/Inquiry to find out what our destination planet might actually need. CL: Underworld to see if I can't find a few trucks that are looking to have product fall off of them. And then Commerce/Barter/Evaluate/SL: Bureaucracy to locate above ground goods and get a good price at a good speed. Whichever rolls you think are most relevant. Also, calling the cops on the rogue trader being loud and mocking our ship, because it's petty. Deceive/Logic I guess. Name: Jay Crassian Career: Seneschal Homeworld: Child of Dynasty Birthright: Savant Lure of the Void: New Horizons -> Xeno-Arcanist Trials and Travails: Darkness -> Forbidden Knowledge Motivation: Knowledge -> Knowledge Is Power, Guard It Well Rank: 1 XP: 0/500 WS 31 BS 38 S 31 T 29 (35-3-3) Ag 38 Int 57 (40+3+3+3+3+5) Per 39 WP 32 (37-5) Fel 54 (44+5+5) Wounds: 8 Fate: 3 Insanity: 0 Corruption: 0 Skills: Barter Commerce Literacy+10 Charm Speak (High Gothic, Low Gothic, Trader's Cant) Logic Deceive Evaulate Inquiry Common Lore (The Imperial Cult, Underworld) Scholastic Lore (Imperial Warrants, Bureaucracy) Forbidden Lore (Xenos, Xenotech, Archeotech) Talents: BWT (Universal) PWT (Universal) Paranoia Enemy (Unknown, Imperial Navy) Foresight Traits: Dynastic Warrant: +3 Ship Points Honour Amongst One's Peers: +5 to Fel tests with Imperial Officials and Nobility in Formal Settings Unseen Enemy Equipment: Common-Craftsmanship inferno pistol Common-Craftsmanship boltgun Xeno-mesh armour Autoquil dataslate micro-bead multikey two suits synskin chrono cameleoline cloak Advances 500/1000 Fel +5 100 XP Int +5 100 XP Charm 100 XP John Dyne fucked around with this message at 02:51 on Feb 5, 2014 |
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Danerick Kostanov With the reassuring presence of the enormous Catachan at his side, Danerick heads out of the ship with his prized lightning claw, just in case. With the fearsome weapon in his right hand he walk towards where the whole commotion is going on and soon spots the sight of the fat man full of gems. The missionary has a smile on his face as he begins to talk. "Greetings! You must be the Casimir Vicario that is causing all the ruckus in our pier! I see that you've also brought many sycophants and cowards to your little bullying session near our humble Fisto. I have to say it must make the Emperor weep to see one of his greatest servants wasting time in this little foolishness instead of exploring the stars and expanding His domain." He forces a sigh. "Oh but I digress! You see normally something like this would be beneath us as we all have more serious business to attend to, but your presence here is affecting the efficiency of our loyal workers! So allow me to introduce you to our most competent Chief of Security!" He gestures emphatically to the amazon at his side. "One of her many important duties is to guarantee the safety of the crew and check if everything is fine with them! And take immediate action if something IS bothering them. That would be you Casimir. So I suggest you remove yourself and go back to your overcompensating ship, my good sir." The missionary makes sure his lightning claw is visible to everyone. "Before this pleasant conversation turns really ugly for you..." I also have Intimidate so I will be aiding Ronwayne, that should make her TN 70
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Casey "The padre has a knack for saying things very pretty-like, Casey tips her hat as she follows up behind Danerick, making sure she's blocking the light from the airlock doors, for better dramatic effect, "Buuuut in case that was too complex for you: gently caress off, you gaudy corpulent clown, or I'm going to squeeze that bloated, mutated neck until I feel spine. Take your toy soldiers with you, unless you want to see how much money you wasted on bullet soakers." Casey isn't quite that stupid though, she tries to position herself somewhere she can dive for cover if things get ugly. (Taking that TN 70 intimidate, FP if i manage to gently caress this up since we're trying to create a Ronwayne fucked around with this message at 08:25 on Feb 5, 2014 |
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Solaria Ignorant of the actions outside the ship, Solaria advises her seneschal "Try to be subtle with it. Casimir may be a fat oaf, but he's got a lot of guns and wealth. As for the cargo, as long as it's not going to expire, explode or escape and start eating crew, that's fine." After that, Solaria asks anyone wearing their microbeads "Any last-minute purchases or parts to replace?"
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Magos Explorator Hextus While all this shouting and posturing would be very intimidating to anyone not transcended by cybernetics it is highly enjoyable to Hextus, who watches it happen through the eyes of labor servitors and security recorders. A mechanical sigh emanates from somewhere, followed by a voice that sounds like a train collision "Goddamn meats!" Hextus tries to remember what was the techpriest in charge of the Bloated-One's ship. A quick question in Techna Lingua sent to the station vox channel is almost immediately followed by a reply. The techpriest tosses a short communique at the Subjugator. "Enginseer Menelus Jaxx on Avenger-class Grand Cruiser Subjugator, this is Magus Hextus on Turbulent-Class Frigate Fisto. Your Captain is bringing shame on the ship by taking part in an cockfighting ritual usually observed in feral worlds. I would tell my meats not to goad him on, but they're Frigate-people, so you know how well that works. Please tell him that you require him back at your ship and I will 'owe you one' as the meats say." Not really expecting an answer Hextus relaxes and goes back to verifying inventory records.
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 Zamora "I should be going soon. It's been a pleasure." said Zamora, breaking the companionable silence as she picked up the tarot deck and quickly sifted through it. "One of these days I'm going to learn to do that. Good game." Sensing an opportunity, Zamora scuttled along behind the massive Catachan and terrifying, lightning-claw toting Red Consecrator. While the scary people were busy talking, she decided to peek inside Casimir's skull. Using Mind Probe on the sly, which is Opposed Willpower - 20 Which is 50WP - 20 + 5*2Psy=40 I will use Fate Points as needed Battlefleet In Service to the Throne (Born to Lead) 200XP Duty Bound (Duty to Humanity) Calamity Renown Astropath Transcendent (Transubstantial Initiate) Disgraced (The One to Redeem Them) 300XP WS 34 BS 34 ST 32 TO 30 (33-3) AG 35 IN 50 (44+6) PE 31 (36-5) WP 50 (40+5+5) FE 41 (38+3) 11/11 Wounds 4/4 Fate Points -3 starting Profit Factor Awareness (Per) Ciphers (Astropath Sign) Command Commerce Common Lore (Adeptus Astra Telepathica, Imperial Navy) (Int) Forbidden Lore (Psykers) (Int) Invocation (WP) Literacy Pilot (Spacecraft) Psyniscience (Per) Scholastic Lore (Bureaucracy, Cryptology) (Int) Speak Language (Battlefleet War Cant, High Gothic, Low Gothic) (Int) Officer on Deck; +5 bonus to all Command Tests while aboard any spacecraft Ship-Bound Fighter; on a planet they suffer a -5 penalty to Initiative Tests and double the Ballistic Skill penalty for firing weapons at Long Range or greater. These penalties don't apply to the character if they are inside a tunnel or other confined space. Pistol Weapon Training (Universal) Air of Authority Heightened Senses (Sound) Light Sleeper Master Orator Nerves of Steel Psy Rating 2 Void Accustomed +50 Achievement Points for Completing any Endeavour Telepathy Astral Telepathy Mind Probe Delude Best-Craftsmanship laspistol Best-Craftsmanship mono-sword Guard flak armour. Charm void suit micro-bead psy-focus +1 Requistioned Thing 500/500 Willpower (Simple) 100 Ciphers (Astropath Sign) 100 Master Orator 300
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Port Wander, Pier VII, Star Side Some of Casimir's armsmen rush forward, form a half circle in front of him and lock their shields(each adorned with a relief of a much thinner version of Casimir standing at right hand of the Emperor) together and form a shield wall around him, their pikes pointed forward as a second rank forms up behind them and shoulders their ornately decorated rifles, all with a lot of unnecessary but impressive sounding clanking. The marching band stays where they are and continue playing while most of Casimir's sycophants are alarmed by either Casey's words or by the activity of the soldiers around them and try to disappear in the shadow of their leader. Casimir himself swells up(moreso than usual) upon hearing Casey and Danerick's words and rights himself up to his full size. He is a tall man but his ability to tower over others is somewhat marred by his extended gut. "You dare to call ME a layabout?" he shouts over the heads of his soldiers "My ship has been preparing for this endeavour for months before yours even pulled into port here! It is you who is wasting time, taking your little toy boat scavenging around the Expanse for scraps after your betters have passed there and done their job! I've travelled here directly from the conflict on Leinward at the urgent request of the Navy to recover artefacts vital to the defence of the Imperium, while you stroll in from Emperor knows where, take up valuable dock space and only plan on getting in the way of real ships out there so you can claim you "contributed" when you bring back a single data tome that only slipped from the hold because of your interference in the first place!". Zamora covertly tries to probe Casimir's thoughts while he's vulnerable during this outburst of emotion but despite repeated tries, nothing but a smug sense of superiority and irritation about something(possibly being talked to by a lesser) can be felt. During Casimir's tirade, a Sergeant-at-Arms wearing the uniform of the station's Peacekeerper walks onto the pier and quietly leans against a shipping crate to observe the events until one of Casimir's followers notices her and with a nervous glance in her direction, quietly says "Leave them, my lord, they are not worth your time" to Casimir. He too, throws a quick look at the Peacekeeper and makes a gesture with his hand, signalling a return to his ship. Before he leaves however, he points a finger weighted down by a ring with a crystal the size of an egg at Casey and growls "Count yourself lucky that I have more important matters to attend to, otherwise I would have a duel with you and tear you -" Casimir's threat however is interrupted by the pier and the Fisto being blasted with the wash of a plasma drive as the Lightning Spirit comes flying over the docks. It seems that Ignacia Herran finished up loading her ship the fastest and made a point of showing that she is now on her way through the Maw while the competition sits at anchor and argues. The race to find the Dire Terror has begun and Casimir angrily storms off, accompanied by his personal guard, marching band and hanger-ons. You rolled a 91 and an 89 and failed to scare Casimir off. Luckily, you pushed some buttons and have gotten him all shouty, which made Jay's attempt to call the cops on him a easier. You did however get a good roll on Common Lore(War): The Subjugator only acted as command post and performed orbital bombardments during the pacification of Leinward, a feral world that hasn't developed metalworking yet. The mind probe makes contact on the second attempt but by then Casimir is about to leave. On board the Fisto The reply from Engiseer Jaxx comes in the form of a small and efficient Binary transmission that once decoded results in the text From: M. JAXX HEAD ENGISEER To: EXTERNAL CONTACT HEXTUS MAGOS - FISTO Body: OFF-SHIP BEHAVIOUR OF NON-MECHANICUS PERSONNEL DOES NOT FALL UNDER MECHANICUS AUTHORITY. REGRETTABLY. You return to your work, observing the events outside on a secondary pict screen. Something catches your attention from the corner of your eye and you rewind the pict feed of the pier but do not manage to find what alarmed your subconsciousness or deep subroutines. You make a mental note to have those looked at for potential false positives. And also review the pict feed in more detail, just in case. Contact with Jaxx went off without a hitch but a guy who flies an Avenger isn't the type of person to take orders from his own crew. You roll Awareness and get subconsciously spooked by something happening outside but you didn't find any conclusive evidence with your Perception that would point to either failing your Awareness so badly that you got a false positive or there really being something amiss. Civilian Quarters, about 500m inwards from Void Side A quick anonymous tip is sent to the station's Arbites Precinct about a possible disturbance on the star side pier 7, aided by some rerouted vox traffic of Casimir's shouting heard through Casey's and Danerick's microbeads. After that, a quick round of questions reveals that the other Rogue Traders have been buying up most outgoing smuggle-ware and what is left commands a high price because of the demand. You are luckier asking around in legal channels and in their haste to depart as soon as possible in search of the Dire Terror, the market for for colonial supplies such as air scrubbers, medicine, spare parts for various facilities and seeds for hardy all-climate crops, all of which you could sell to the survivors of Etrara, who would most certainly be in need of new supplies if the situation there is as bad as the astropaths describe. As you make a final pass through some of some shops of questionable legality, something catches your eye: An ornately decorated tower shield, it's front gilded from top to bottom containing a gem inlaid relief of the Emperor and a man who looks a bit like the Rogue Trader currently mocking your ship's size, only about fifty kilograms lighter. The edges are also studded with glittering crystals and a tag on the back indicating it belonged to a Centurion in service to house Vicario. The current owner, an old bilge mutant huntress now dealing in various forms of semi-legal armament ranging from combat knives to autoguns and some old surplus grenades(last batch, only two of them exploded in the thrower's hand and none went off in storage, I've definitely got a line on the good stuff now!), claims a man wearing a dark robe with a broach matching the crest on the shield came and bought a dozen silenced carbines and pistols, some old counterfeit vox equipment popular with rogues because it doesn't use the same frequencies as off the shelf vox gear and almost her entire supply of second hand uniforms. In return, she got the shield, a matching officer's pistol(since been sold again) and over a week's trading worth of thrones. 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Jay Crassian Hanging up his vox, Jay can't help but laugh. It was petty, oh so petty, to simply handle a rival rogue trader by calling the cops, but what did he care? It got the job done. His uncle wouldn't have approved, but then again his uncle would've either been the one posturing outside the rival's ship, or would've just started a brawl on the docks. Sliding the vox back into his interior suit pocket, Jay sighs and begins the procedure of sending his minions to troll the markets. When they report back about the lack of smuggle-ware, Jay scratches his chin in musing and makes a note of it; if this were a race, then he could definitely use something to slow the others down along the way, and an unexpected inspection could certainly help. He urges his men to go back and get a full report on what was purchased and by whom. "If wheels need to be greased, let me know and I'll see what I can do." Continuing along the way, he nods as he checks on the more boring colonial supplies, grinning; they hadn't even been TOUCHED, and the market was going to need things like this. The seneschal attends to the purchases personally, schmoozing with the vendors and placing the right signatures in the right places and arranging for The Fisto to be loaded with scrubbers and the like. It's not exotic, but it'll turn a nice profit. Finally, seeing the shield, Jay pauses. In his head, the old Crassian cunning rears its ugly head, and a plot that would make even his uncle proud comes to mind. "It's a lovely shield, but I don't see how good of a DEFENSE it is. I'll take it off your hands, though; might make a good talking piece." He digs into his pocket for his personal card. "My trader'll hate it, but hey, you see something garish.. gotta have something to threaten to take out from time to time, anyways." Mentally, Crassian notes the other items taken; it sounds like someone either hired en masse after leaving Casimir's employ, or someone had a similar plan to him. Gonna take that shield. PF + Bonus should equal what, against 80? Also gonna load up on these parts, and take the info I have on the black market stuff to the RT to point out that we can probably track their void wake and get them caught for smuggling BAD poo poo. PETTY TIME
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I've added the Fisto and our current Profit to the end of my sheet, for easy reference. right now, our PF is 35, so 85 for that shield. Solaria With the crew taking care of business, Solaria's shopping is of the personal sort, and she allows her remaining bodyguards to shop as well, as long as they don't wander too far. In truth, she's eager to return to the ship, even if a space station is a little more familiar than a planet. However, she's heard it said that a leader too afraid to leave the ship is bad for morale, so making a personal appearance is unavoidable. Besides, there are luxuries one can only find somewhere with a large hydroponics facility or natural farmland. Fresh fruit, fresh meat, fresh vegetables, fresh flowers, and most importantly, fresh recaf. A small supply of all these accompany Solaria back to the ship. I'm not sure what the availability of most of those would be, somewhere between ration packs and high provender, I imagine. Recaf is listed though, and enough Good quality for Solaria means +70 to the test, or rolling under 105...
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Lower Market, Civilian Quarter, Sub Decks Gamma and Alpha: The arms merchant agrees to trade you the Centurion's shield in exchange for a handful thrones and even thoughtfully included a rag to wrap it in so you aren't walking down a busy market carrying the wrong rogue trader's crest. By the time you return to your ship, most of your agents have returned with the news that cleaning out a whole station's black market is not a feat that's typically accomplished by the careless and that some traders value a steady relation with their clients over a few thrones in their pockets right now, some refuse to speak about their activity as a matter of principle and some have simply gone into hiding now that they have nothing to sell for the time being. Most evidence leads to Ignacia but the Lightning Spirit is probably too far out to be intercepted by a patrol monitor, if not already travelling through the warp. The only dubious transaction you can trace to a person within reach are a load of cryo-store crates that officially contain live grox but are actually filled with a deadly xenos species known as Zoruta's Fiends according to your agents, purchased by a man in a dark cloak, wearing a broach with the crest of house Vicario. Transport and storage of Zoruta's Fiends has been banned in Port Wander proper because of the havoc the car sized reptiles can wreak in it's enclosed corridors if they escape but their flesh nevertheless continues to be a delicacy among those with the resources and the disposable manpower to try and catch the creatures or buy from those who do. A few decks above, at the food section of the civilian market where produce from the station's many small hydroponic bays or from the farms on nearby asteroids are sold, and even some vat grown meats as well as all manner of non-perishables imported from across the entire sector, Solaria does some shopping of her own. The flowers prove problematic since using plants as decoration is uncommon aboard the station and even for use as an oxygen source, the most popular plant is a small cube of metal wires covered in moss and even those are uncommon compared to mechanical carbon dioxide filters. The foodstuffs however, are plentiful because of other Rogue Traders bringing samples of the exotic dishes made from ingredients only found in the Expanse in the hope of scoring a permanent contract with the markets of Port Wander, resulting in a sharp price drop and steadily increasing surplus as local food fails to compete with free teasers. An afternoon(according to the chronos, Port Wander is tidally locked to Rubycon II) of shopping, you return to pier 7 with a few bags full of groceries, where the last few shipping crates are being loaded onto the Fisto. As you approach, the ship's steward greets you and reports that they'll be ready to cast off within the hour. All acquisition tests except the flowers were passed successfully but Jay didn't have much luck with his plan to see where the contents of the black market went and only managed to trace a single item to Casimir, and one that he can simply eat in order to get rid of the evidence at that. Note on those cryo-store boxes: They're of too low quality for human hibernation since most of what goes in comes out with severe brain damage but they're ideal for keeping animals on ship because a grox with alzheimer is still a grox. Asehujiko fucked around with this message at 02:22 on Feb 6, 2014 |
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Magos Explorator Hextus Hextus scowls through his metallic face in his cogitor room. Walls covered in displays showing important and mundane information, such as internal and external sensor reading and pict-feeds from ship servoskulls. He grumbles to the officers' vox channel. "Someone you just insulted bought crates of cryo-Xenos and 20 silenced carbines, 20 counterfeit vox-sets and 20 uniforms with no identifying markings? I will beef up our security." Forgot to pick my starting acquisition in chargen. Best-quality (Just to impress other augmented people) MIU would probably not be too far-fetched? Tech-use to make sweep through the ships systems with Tech-Use until we've left the port?
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The Lord-Captain Solaria Macharius Back at the ship, Solaria's personal time is over. The shopping is sent to the Officer's stores, exchanged for data-slates, scrolls of reports, calculations of supplies and journey times, orders to be signed and sealed and a multitude of other minor tasks. As the final preparations are being finished, Solaria takes her seat on the Bridge, drumming her Baton with one hand while the other works the Vox, to summon her senior officers. "Any final business before we launch? Jay, I saw we were loading some extra cargo. You got us a good deal, I trust? Danerik, all is well with the crew's faith and souls? I'd hate to attract the Emperor's ire at a time like this. And Hextus, I hope the ship's Machine Spirits are in a good mood as well? Nothing in need of extra maintenance rituals? Zamora, can you hear anything from the choirs beyond the maw? Give us a sense of what's waiting? And Catherine, our weapons are ready and the crews drilled? It doesn't take a psyker to know we'll need them sooner rather than later." The news about the rival's shield, and what it purchased, is slightly troubling. "All ships pick up new crew in port... new faces would be expected. And why would the Oaf come to inspect us, rather than Herran? Hextus is right, we should be alert. I don't like the sound of that. Elfface fucked around with this message at 13:26 on Feb 6, 2014 |
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Casey "A-firmative ma'am. If we have to go toe to toe with that toad's goon force, I'm sure he's going to come off hurting worse." Casey was pretty sure the Fisto's crew would be more willing to spill blood than the Casimir's goons. If that spear and shield line up was any indication, he cared more about looks than functionality. The biggest problem with using armsmen as line troopers is them not having experience with planetary ground operations , as well as not having heavier support weapons other than shot cannons. Training them to shoot and move and not bug out if they had to fight under a big sky was going to be an issue. The void suits opened up the option of them using gas attacks in close quarters, but in all honesty, she'd have to ask the cap about requisitioning actual guardsmen. Jopall still sounded like the best bet. Easy to buy contracts and a culture willing to play loose and fast with regulations if need be. Casey finishes up last minute security checks, especially getting new folks registered. They had to be ready for whatever they were facing out there. Ronwayne fucked around with this message at 15:00 on Feb 6, 2014 |
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Danerick Kostanov With the Casimir business concluded, not as smoothly as he would've liked but really, the Emperor works in mysterious ways, Danerick returned to the ship just in time as the Fisto's Rogue Trader returned. "Everything is fine with the crew milady Macharius. They're bursting with excitement at the prospect of going against the Archenemy and I'm sure the Emperor is with us." He was ALSO bursting with excitement but opted to keep that to himself. With the news brought by Hextus about Casimir thugs buying suspicious materials, Danerick went with his useful natural paranoia and decided to keep his lightning claw close at hand if anything happened.
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"To me!" called Zamora, signalling to her familiar as she strode into the choir chambers. Taking the place of an the Astropath on duty, she staggered slightly as her familiar swooped down. Opening her senses, she called back, her voice tinny through the speaking tube, "Lady Macharius, I hear..." Okay, Psynince at WP 50, +10 for Familiar Wow, I am bad at my job. Rockopolis fucked around with this message at 03:36 on Feb 7, 2014 |
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Choir Chambers Your mind is immediately buried under the turmoil of the warp storms flanking the Maw. After a few moments to regain your bearings, you can begin to pick out messages sent by human astropaths. Traffic is heavy, due to Port Wander's strategic location and you sense many signals from a variety of sources. Most are too garbled to make sense of but some are as clear as if they were sent from a neighbouring dock, which might even be the case sometimes. "We've successfully made contact with the the envoy and agreed on the price of a thousand able-bodied slaves for 5000kg of the highest quality powder. Make sure you aren't followed to the transfer point and keep the "pilgrims" alive and disease free this time" Rogues betraying pilgrims and selling them as slaves to a third party is something that the Captain wouldn't approve of but with no concrete information and a more important mission already, it's nothing you can act on. "Greetings concerned Astropath! Have certain parts of your physiology shrunk as a result of warp interference? Are partners more turned off by your minuscule size than by your burnt out eyes? Worry no longer! With these new bio-reactive crystals unearthed at Fouphus VI, all your woes are at an end! For just 50 thrones per dose you too can..." You decide to stop decoding the message and continue listening for the next one. "Hey Ignacia, what did you hope to accomplish with your little stunt at the docks earlier today? All it did was demonstrate how tiny that glorified shuttle of yours is even compared to that escort frigate that house Macharius calls a flagship these days! I have amasec stores on the Subjugator that could hold your entire ship! Just return to Port Wander and let real captains go after those books." You feel like you should relay the previous message you received to the astropath of the Subjugator. "...I've ordered all the starboard batteries to be temporarily depressurized. By next watch the oxygen levels should be sufficient again for those who can still stand to go out there and recover the gun crew's remains, which will hopefully provide another week of sustenance for the remaining crew. Emperor save us." You cannot determine how old this message is. Even if it's recent, you probably won't be able to find them before the last of them starve. You say a quick prayer for their souls and move to your other duties, having heard enough disturbing messages from the warp for today. You roll good and manage to decypher a few broadcasts but nothing really stands out as important. Enginarium Hold, Engiseer Prime's Office You review the pict recording of the pier again but still can't determine what your subconsciousness tried to warn you about. After that, you go over the logs of the various security devices on the ship to see if something is out of the ordinary but find it hard to focus while an unsolved query still haunts your mind and don't find anything suspicious. You spectacularly fail your second attempt at making sense of the pict recording with a roll of 99 and it distracts you from your other activities a bit. Port Side Chapel You observe the faces of the crew members coming to the chapel for the last sermon before departure, often seen as the most important one of a journey. You preach about staying vigilant and watchful for any traitors in your midst and casting them out with great righteous force, looking for anybody who reacts as if your sermon hit a little close to home. No such thing happens however and after you take confessions(drank too much, cheated at cards, the usual stuff), you decide to head to the barracks to hone your skills with the armsmen there when something strange catches your eye. A small piece of parchment taped to the rear of a large pipe, almost completely hidden. On it the numbers "9 2 8 2 7 1" are written. You turn it over but there is nothing on the back. Normally this would not be cause for concern as the more literate crewmembers like technical personnel leaves them almost everywhere, either as instructions for another shift or to continue a feud that the officers tried to solve by re-assigning one of the involved parties to another shift but with the current state of affairs, no clues are to be ignored. You do some perception/awareness rolls but find nothing strange among the actual crew, only a mysterious note that could mean anything. It could be anything from a part number for the pipe it's on, to gambling scores, or even the exact moment in seconds when a melta warhead is detonated in a hidden compartment on the bridge, the paranoia talent does not differentiate between useless trivia and mission critical information. 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One fact stands out at troubling though, an entire point defence turret crew went missing during shore leave for a days until they were all listed as "on board" again by the airlock identification token scanner as of a few hours ago but none of them have reported to their actual quarters according to the officer in charge of that cluster of turrets and he petitions you to send him eight new recruits, preferably with gunnery experience, in his report. You roll great on your investigation rolls and notice some AWOL crew members acting mighty suspicious.
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Casey "Well, that doesn't look too right." Casey squints at the information once more time before activating her comm piece. "*kzkkh* Padre, I have an issue I would like your assistance with, as soon as you can make it down here to sec-admin." Casey begins rounding up two dozen armsmen she's worked with before they landed at Port Wander and gets her armor ready before sending a notice to the other officers about the situation. Gearing up and making an arrest of the suspected parties. IC informed y'all if anyone else wants to come along. Not sure of the most relevant skill, Intimidate? Ronwayne fucked around with this message at 04:33 on Feb 7, 2014 |
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Zamora "...nothing of value to us, it seems." grumbled Zamora, sighing as she pinched the bridge of her nose. Always so much bad news, and never being able to help. "But it seems my talent is required elsewhere." she said, turning to leave. "I'm off." Inquiry, I think, what with the whole 'trade population for morale by carrying out purges' special. Though it is probably better if the squishy astropath stays in her Choir, and lets the beefy Arch-Militant do the arresting, you're going to need someone doing random probes. Rockopolis fucked around with this message at 05:04 on Feb 7, 2014 |
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Danerick Kostanov "What could they possibly mean?!?" The missionary asks himself. He was used to the trials the Emperor always sent to him so he could prove his devotion but this was too much. What could he do against numbers? This wasn't a problem he could solve by yelling at it or with a swipe of his lightning claw! It's in this agonizing moment that his comm bead flares up with the Catachan talking to him. He curses as he struggles with the thing, he never had a knack for anything technological related. "Miss Katherine I will aid you as soon as I finish with a problem myself. The Emperor protects." By the tone of her voice he could tell it was quite serious so he would've to hurry up, and her message only aggravated him further that something was definitely wrong here. But who was best person with numbers currently on the ship? He considered going to the astropath or the seneschal before mentally slapping himself. Of course! Hextus! These Adeptus Mechanicum types were always speaking in blips and blops in their arcane language! Surely he was more capable at this than him. Knowing the clock is ticking, Danerick immediately runs to the Enginerium Hold. He reaches the door to his room while panting heavily and barges in while the room owned was undoubtedly doing something important. "Magos Explorator! Magos Explorator! You must aid me! I have found this message in the barracks but cannot make sense of it! Can you tell me what these numbers mean?" He shows the piece of paper to him.
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Solaria Macharius ++Excellent work, (What rank does Casey want?) The safety of the ship comes first, but if things go badly try to take a few alive. I've got some questions for them.++ With that, Solaria leaves the Captain's Throne, and checks her pistol and sword, before walking purposely towards Casey's location, beckoning as she passes. "Walk with me, Crassian, something's been bothering me." She instructs as she walks. "What sort of agent secretly acquires spies, arms and disguises, secretly places them aboard a rival's ship, and then pays for the service with their master's heraldry?"
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Casey Once everyone has showed up (even if you haven't posted yet, assume you heard this IC) " 'ey your ladyship. I've going through personel records, and we had a turret crew disappear and a bunch of anonymous jokers have snuck aboard. I'm going to order that side of the ship locked down while my crew and I scour the area and arrest them. Should be eight or so in total. I advise bringing personal protection, even though its my job to actually put a boot on their necks and manacle them." Casey checks her gear. "Do we have any rubber slug or buckshot in the armory? Shotties loaded with that might be the best weapon if we want prisoners instead of just red smears." "One last thing, we have a completely seperate dude who used to serve Casimir's daddy, but nothing linking him to Casimir himself. Might be uninvolved, but we never know. I advice just observing him instead of forcible detaining him. In fact, we should interview him about his knowledge of Casimir's dynasty, even though its probably very spotty and out of date, anything helps." Stowing both bolt pistols and racking a shell into a shotgun from the armory, Casey checks the dataslate. "I advise moving ASAP, before they get wind." (as for titles, Mistress-at-Arms for now. Wiki says "A master-at-arms (MA) may be a naval rating responsible for discipline and law enforcement, an army officer responsible for physical training, or a member of the crew of a merchant ship (usually a passenger vessel) responsible for security and law enforcement." When we get a regiment, something like Brevet-Colonel would be nice. Long, long term goal, if Solaria and/or the seneshel could score Casey a minor noble title (nothing fancy just enough to qualify as "human being" to the trash that live in the spires, that'd be awesome. Something like "Dame" would suffice.) Ronwayne fucked around with this message at 11:09 on Feb 7, 2014 |
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Magos Explorator Hextus Still not completely reassured about the state of the ship, but since no amount of systems checking produces him anything thats worth acting on, just few reports the computer prints out of ratings falsifying shift records that are quickly given for the lower enginseers to sort out. The message from Kostanov piques his interest. Nobody just writes down completely random numbers. "Kostanov, I'll gladly take a look at that, but I suggest someone ask the people where you found the paper if they've seen it before, For all we know it could be some sort of crude scorekeeping measure, such as "It has been Hextus relaxes on his chair and lets out a brief chirp of machine speak. A servoskull somewhere in the room flies to the Consecrator, scans the paper and uploads the series of numbers to the cogitor system. Common Lore (Tech) to check this out, Int 47. No help from items or talents. Sormus fucked around with this message at 19:53 on Feb 7, 2014 |
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I'll wait until Dyne posts Jay's reaction to you before resolving your thing Elfface. Enginarium Hold, Engiseer Prime's Office Hextus You call a pair of junior Technographers into your office and instruct them to see if the numbers 9 2 8 2 7 1 match anything in the ship's records. After looking at it for a few seconds, one answers "these look like a storage index number, Magos. Hold 9, which is about 100m sternward from here on the port side, hold deck 2, row 8, 2 means right hand side I believe, column 7, shelf 1 is what I make of this". After a short pause, he asks "Where is this from, Magos? All parts numbers and the locations of their spares should be kept in a central ledger for each maintenance unit and not strewn around through the ship." You link into the ship's data storage and scan for the inventory of Hold 9 but find that it mostly contains food and medical supplies and that the specific shelf is not listed as being filled with anything, let alone piping segments. Danerick While Hextus sorts through the ship's inventory data, you take a look around his office and notice a pict screen constantly replaying the footage of your meeting with Casimir. Curious as to what the Magos found so interesting about it you take a closer look and notice that among the crewmembers trickling into ship after from shore leave, one appears to have an improperly concealed autopistol sticking out of his belt something that shouldn't be the case because non-armsmen aren't supposed to carry guns and the armoury of the Fisto doesn't issue autopistols as far as you know. You realize that this might just be a regular voidsmen who felt he needed protection from something on the underdecks of Port Wander and not part of something bigger but on board the ship, is is a gross violation of protocol and a dangerous one at that! I went and fudged Hextus' roll so he found out at least something about the numbers, otherwise this would have been his 10th degree of failure while investigating stuff this game, especially since Danerick walks into his office and rolls an 11 on his Perception when looking at the pict feed of the meeting with Casimir. Barracks, Armory Casey You assign the voidsmen who served on the His Glorious Radiance to a position where he can be watched by one of your trusted officers, ready a party of armsmen to hunt for the missing turret crew and covertly inform officers in the relevant section to keep an eye out for them but none have seen them since they went missing. You ensure that each person has at least one non-lethal weapon and a means to restrain suspects. Zamora While Casey readies a her armsmen, you listen to the general chatter in and around the barracks. Morale is good and the armsmen here are enthusiastic about the upcoming journey, a quick in and out, stopping only to grab some object of importance to their leaders and back to civilized space, meaning a lot of mission pay for little time and little risk. You do notice a sergeant telling others that there has been an incident elsewhere on the ship where an unknown party raided a gun locker, and that using stolen firearms and dishes to shoot skeet in the large object holds is strictly forbidden and will be punished most severely. Casey rolls good and sets up a hunting party quickly and efficiently. Zamora tries to use the special use of Inquiry to convert population to morale by hunting seditionists but with morale already at 100, this has no effect. She rolls so good however that she overhears something useful instead.
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Zamora "Well." mused Zamora, sightless eyes staring off into the distance, "That sounds bad, I wonder if it's related? To, uh...What was I doing again? I forget." Gathering her wits again, she asked "Anyway, Sergeant; do tell me more about this arms locker. I have...a feeling it may prove to be something more." Oops, I should have specified that Inquiry was probably most appropriate for Ronwayne to use. Oh well, still got a nifty tidbit. Going to keep pulling this loose thread and see where it goes.
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*retcon*
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Jay Crassian Upon returning to the ship, Jay does not immediately inform the Rogue Trader or any of the other officers of the transaction with the shield, having made it on his own away from the rest of the crew; he carries it on board in its wrapping and does not unveil the crest or its origins, waiting for an opportune moment to actually act on the possibilities. His uncle would have wanted to know immediately if it was on HIS ship, he was sure of that, but his uncle also believed that information should be disseminated slowly, to those who can make the most of it immediately without cocking the whole thing up. Knowing the crew as he does, Crassian knows a witch hunt is likely to occur if they even considered there might be spies and saboteurs amongst them, which would only force their hand or put them into hiding, making the risk that much greater when out in the warp. No, it was better to place this subtly. When his Rogue Trader asks him of his deals, he nods. "Of course; your rivals all wanted the hotter goods, but we're loaded up with actual colonial supplies and repair goods. You're gonna have a field day at market with this if rumors are true." He smiles, and when possible, stores the shield away in his bunk in a locked chest. Yeah no don't make assumptions about what I'm telling you guys. The shield, and the stuff it bought, are my secret for now, so no witch hunt.
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Retcon/rules up in the OOC thread
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Solaria Blissfully ignorant of the growing troubles, Solaria enjoys the first recaf from a fresh packet. "Excellent work. Even if things aren't as dire as they say, we should be able to make a small profit on it regardless. Luxuries and contraband come and go at the whims of a governor, but medicine, blessed technology and building supplies are always in demand somewhere." She casually observes some of the monitors, but mostly awaits word from the engineseers that the ship is ready to depart. "We'll let Ignacia enjoy her lead, there's little point trying to race a ship like that in Real-Space. The Warp is where it counts.
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Casey Looking over the discrepancies between the turret crew disappearing, somehow coming aboard, and then not reporting is certainly an eyebrow raiser. Probably got in deep poo poo either on board or in port. Casey goes to check it out. (Looking for the missing crew) Ronwayne fucked around with this message at 17:17 on Feb 12, 2014 |
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Zamora "Well then. Zamora, awaaay!" cackled, swooping back to her choir and resumed her gloomy vigil. "I would really like hear some good news sometimes." she grumbled, throwing bits of rations to Mal. "Always grim this and dark that, and never anything I can use." Guess I'm going to keep listening in on astropathic messages, and keep watch for opportunities, or gossip, or something. Figure out what's going on in the Expanse.
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Danerick Kostanov The Missionary nods to Hextus and his junior Technographers. "Emperor blessings on all of you, you have my thanks. I know this may be nothing but my mind will not let this rest until I personally have checked it out. Would you like me to return the favor and deal with the terrible violation of that crewmember myself?" he points to the pict screen where the misdeed happened. Danerick would decide what to do based on the answer of the Explorator.
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Magos Explorator Hextus "What? Hextus grumbles before noticing that the Missionary is pointing at the security recording. Having himself analyzed it repeatedly and found nothing that breaks the Techpriests' regulations he is bit unsure what he means. Probably some weird ecchlesiarchy thing about not wearing certain shade of green on odd numbered days while entering the ship from stern and carrying a box thats made of organic materials. "Yes. Sure." Hextus replies, while shrugging his tendrils
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Jay Crassian After insuring his find is secure, Jay leaves his quarters (remembering to lock the door behind him) and makes his rounds on the ship. As he walks, he ponders the ultimate outcome of trading a bejeweled shield for mundane uniforms and guns; the most obvious answer, that Casimir was invading the ship, was a scary one but one that made Crassian a little proud. Obviously he thought they were threat enough to see fit to do something stupid like giving them future servitors and people who were likely to have information. Jay digs into his pocket for a cigar, nodding to the crewmembers he passed. The question was, 'Is the obvious answer the correct answer?' He pops the cigar into his mouth and chews on it, trying to keep the fact he's thinking from showing on his face. Casimir could have used them to invade Ignacia's ship; she had a much faster vessel and would likely be a bigger threat to the fat, obnoxious rogue trader. Or maybe he split between the two? Yes, that would make some sense. Jay glances up from his thoughts as he steps into the Magos' office, raising an eyebrow as he sees the two religious leaders of the ship mulling over a monitor. Jay hadn't even been thinking about where he was walking, and in the back of his mind it'd make sense for him to check up on security tapes and all that after what he found. He walks over, patting them on the backs. "Whatcha got for me, boys? Besides a light, Hextus. Hint hint." He waggles his eyebrows and juts the cigar out, obviously expecting Hextus to light it for him. John Dyne fucked around with this message at 18:52 on Feb 14, 2014 |
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Danerick Kostanov Danerick smiles at Hextus. "Very well, I shall be going no-oh!" He turns around at the pat at his back to see Fisto's Seneschal. "Greetings Mister Crassian. I was just heading out to deal with two small situations. One of them being this set of coordinates that I have found hidden in the barracks today. It might as well be nothing but I must check it nevertheless. And the other..." The missionary points to the pict screen. "See that non-armsmen crewmember entering the ship? Noticed his non-authorized pistol? I shall deal with that violation myself since I don't believe necessary to bother Lady Macharius about it. If you do not have other important business your company would be welcome." Inviting the Seneschal to follow the red herrings with me
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Magos Explorator Hextus Lights blink behind the techpriest's hood few beeps echo a reply from the vox speaker. While the Missionary and Seneschal are distracted over something obviously unimportant a small servoskull, stowed away in Hextus' "Home for the experimentally ill Servitors", activates and makes its way towards Crassian's still unlit cigar. Its promethium-powered mini-flamer makes short work of incinerating the first quarter-inch of the cigar. Satisfied that the first mission is completed, it hovers now near the cigar its frontal bone ajar.
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Jay The seneschal pauses, ashing his cigar into the servoskull's head as he walks towards the screen and leans forward, squinting. "Huh. Got a question for you two, just off the top of my head.. is that one of our standard uniforms?" Jay isn't sure from the fuzzy pict, but he motions for Hextus to zoom and enhance. Scrutiny or Evaluate, or whatever would be best to tell if that's one of our uniforms, or possibly one of the second hand ones. Testing against 57, or helping if either of the two can roll higher than that without help.
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