Start of #Malt buffer: Mon Jul 19 01:58:34 2010
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* Clampaste is now known as Roth_[Voidmaster]
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<@Malt> You find yourselves on the bridge of "The Lady of Victory" a
  Hazeroth-class privateer. This long sleek ship is a relic of the machine
  cult with many areas long forgotten. She can outrun anything she can't
  outgun and quite a mighty if not elegant ship.
<Yasha_[Archmilitant]> Yasha stretches out as the new day arrives. The silk
  sheets are new, but not unwelcome.
<@Malt> With the month long celebrations marking the freedom of Odessa's
  world long past you are finally arriving at Port Wander.
<@Malt> The mighty station rests before you as your ship easily coasts
  towards it.
<Yasha_[Archmilitant]> Yasha strides into the bridge, her morning prayers
  complete.
<Odessa_[Rogue_Trader]> Galactic date...X, W, 184, HRE, 8347... Have safely
  travelled to Port Wander...
* Odessa_[Rogue_Trader] is updating her journal
<@Malt> The bridge is filled with crew going about their business to bring
  the vessel into Port Wander. The captains chair is at the rear of the
  bridge, presiding over the rest of the bridge
<Odessa_[Rogue_Trader]> Here we are. The Koronus expanse. I have to admit,
  I expected more trouble on our way here.
<@Malt> One of the servitors lets out a repeating drone, reading off the
  closing distance to the Port.
<Odessa_[Rogue_Trader]> Good work, Navigator.
* Ben_[Astropath] is pacing the rear of the bridge, keeping himself near
  enough to the Captain that he can be beckoned easily if needed, but not
  so nearby that his habit of muttering to himself under his breath will
  disturb her concentration.
<Odessa_[Rogue_Trader]> Now then... Can someone remind me what we're doing
  here again ?
<Yasha_[Archmilitant]> "Building an empire?"
* Roth_[Voidmaster] sits at the helm, fiddling with various controls
<Odessa_[Rogue_Trader]> Oh, yeah, that. Excellent. Where do we start ?
<@Malt> One the crew, a junior lieutenant turns towards the captain bowing
  deeply, "My Lady, we are arriving on schedule to restock supplies before
  heading into the Expanse."
* Odessa_[Rogue_Trader] nods at the crewman
<Odessa_[Rogue_Trader]> At ease, lieutenant.
<Odessa_[Rogue_Trader]> How much time until we're done restocking ?
<@Malt> the young man returns to his work station
* Dominique_[Navigator] (Anonymous@sux-2ED0E07A.static.dsl.dodo.com.au) has
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<Dominique_[Navigator]> ((Sorry, have I missed anything?))
* Ben_[Astropath] steps to the side of the Captain and mutters quietly, "My
  captain..."
<@Malt> A administatum adept tasked with looking after stock addresses
  Odessa saying "A day at most My Lady."
<Ben_[Astropath]> Perhaps upon docking it might be best to meet directly
  with the Port authorities or other enterprising individuals who have been
  traversing further into the Expanse to aprise ourselves of the current
  political situations that our forming before our advance?
<Odessa_[Rogue_Trader]> Agreed. This is a good place to start looking for
  opportunities.
<@Malt> The ship slides into harbour the helmsman expertly resting her
  within the clutches of Port Wanders docks
<Yasha_[Archmilitant]> Yasha nods. "It is a fool's errand to go charging
  into a territory you do not know. A sliver-beast might be lurking under
  any rock."
<@Malt> from this distance the station dominates the main viewing screen,
  its mighty city like structure rising aboive
<Yasha_[Archmilitant]> "You may wish to hail the docking authorities,
  Captain, lest they mistake us for pirates and open fire."
<Odessa_[Rogue_Trader]> Remind me if they have some kind of
  planetary-internet equivalent in the 40K verse ?
<Odessa_[Rogue_Trader]> (woops, that was ooc)
<@Malt> The junior lieutenant turns and announces, "Successful docking
  procedures accomplised, praise Him on Terra. Our new docking codes have
  been accepted Captain."
<Odessa_[Rogue_Trader]> Very good. Start looking through the data networks
  for any enterprises that could be worth our times. Registered distress
  calls from outer planets, salvageable space stations, get me all you can.
<@Malt> "We have been permission for our workers to begin loading supplies
  and some crew to take short shore leave if that is satisfactory to you
  Captain?"
* Odessa_[Rogue_Trader] takes a dramatic pose "Make it so."
<@Malt> He returns to his work
* Odessa_[Rogue_Trader] sighs
<Odessa_[Rogue_Trader]> Sheesh. Peace time is tiring, everyone's so serious.
<Yasha_[Archmilitant]> Yasha smiles and leans in. "Don't worry. I'm sure
  we'll get plenty of excitement soon enough."
* Odessa_[Rogue_Trader] slumps on her ornate throne
<Odessa_[Rogue_Trader]> I hope you're right, Yasha.
<@Malt> "The collation of information about possible ventures will take
  about 2 hours according to our techpriests."
<Dominique_[Navigator]> ((The Navigator is in here room if you need her.))
<Yasha_[Archmilitant]> "Shall we go aboard the station while we wait?"
<Odessa_[Rogue_Trader]> Well, the alternative is staying here and staring
  at the walls.
<Roth_[Voidmaster]> "Might as well. isnt much more to do here while we are
  docked"
<Yasha_[Archmilitant]> "Very well. Shall we extend an invitation to the
  Navigator to accompany us?"
<Yasha_[Archmilitant]> Yasha walks over to a vox screen as she asks.
<Odessa_[Rogue_Trader]> As long as he doesn't creep out the locals, sure.
  Let's see what's so good about that station.
<Odessa_[Rogue_Trader]> *Heads to the exit bay, sending a call to the
  navigator through vox on her way*
<Dominique_[Navigator]> Dominique Yorke, the ship's navigator was busy in
  her personal quarters, enjoy morning tea with a few of the Press Ganged
  workers. She was an 8 foot beast of a women dressed in a fine imperial
  dress and wearing a white mask to hide her fearsome (lack of) face.
  Despite her monster like appearance she liked nothing than to have tea
  with her fellow crew members. But they always seemed to be too scared to
  join her. So she deci
<Yasha_[Archmilitant]> Yasha nods and she performs the ritual of contact to
  contact the Navigator.
<Yasha_[Archmilitant]> "Hello? Dominique? We were going to go aboard the
  station. Do you wish to accompany us?"
<Dominique_[Navigator]> "Exploring a station. My, that does sound like such
  fun! I was in the middle of a tea party, but I shall gladly come along!"
<Yasha_[Archmilitant]> "Very well. We shall meet you in the docking bay."
* Ben_[Astropath] mutters under his breath and heads off into the ship's
  interior to make his way to the Navigator's quarters to await her egress
  from her ornate apartments, the blind man being one of the few people
  onboard the ship who seems to not at all mind the beastly woman's
  presence. In fact, he seems to enjoy the company of one who knows the
  hardship of what it means to gaze into the warp...
<Yasha_[Archmilitant]> "Void Master? Will you accompany us? I do not
  believe there will be many things to shoot at while we are docked here."
<Roth_[Voidmaster]> "Yeah sure Ill go. Could be fun"
* Dominique_[Navigator] unchains the guests of her tea party. "Well I guess
  we'll have to do this another time gentlemen, but do come again!" She
  says, but the crew members had already fleed long before she was done
<Yasha_[Archmilitant]> She smirks. "Come on, then! Don't fall behind, Roth!"
<@Malt> The shore party makes their way through the ancient corriders of
  the ship, recieving sharp salutes from passing crew as they leave. They
  eventually reach the docking bay which is full of busy servitors and
  sweating crewmembers moving vast amounts of goods into the ships cargo
  hold for the journey ahead.  a large map on the stations docks shows the
  position of the party.
* Odessa_[Rogue_Trader] Meets the rest back at the docking bay.
<@Malt> Once on the station proper the map shows trading/habitation and
  entertainment districts
<Dominique_[Navigator]> "Oh Mr Ben, you must join me for tea some time!"
  Dominique says as they walk to mean the others
* Roth_[Voidmaster] sits up and streches from his Helmsman chair, and
  speeds up to the others
<Odessa_[Rogue_Trader]> Is that synth-tea, or organic ?
<Ben_[Astropath]> Tea would be most delightful, but I'm sure the Captain
  has more pressing business at the moment no doubt..
<@Malt> These areas circle the central column of the station that is the
  main domain of the imperial presence who control the station.
<Dominique_[Navigator]> "Oh Throne, only the finest Organic Tea for my
  guests. But no one seems to have time to join me for a cup."
<Yasha_[Archmilitant]> "So, the entertainment, habitation, or governance
  sections of the station?"
<Odessa_[Rogue_Trader]> Well I'm not one to say no to a nice cup of organic
  tea. Mind if I take you up on that offer later on ?
<Odessa_[Rogue_Trader]> I'd say governance just to see their faces once our
  ragtag group walks in, but I'd rather not draw too much attention just
  yet.
<Dominique_[Navigator]> "Oh the delightful, Miss Fulgor." The giant
  navigator, getting a little to close for sanities sake. "But we must vist
  the entertainment section while we''re here."
<Ben_[Astropath]> Perhaps the Captain might care to track down the
  entourages of the other Captains who may be present on station? They may
  be more forthcoming with more reliable information than the higher ups of
  the station proper.
<Odessa_[Rogue_Trader]> Something you want to see in particular, Dom ?
<Odessa_[Rogue_Trader]> Hell, I don't really think any Trader worth his
  name's gonna share valuable intel for free, but it's worth a shot.
<Dominique_[Navigator]> "Oh I am sure these little people are no doubt
  Emperor blessed with the theatratical arts! Let's see a play!"
* Ben_[Astropath] mutters, "There's *always* a price.. the unfortunate cost
  of the trade."
<Yasha_[Archmilitant]> "A play sounds fine to me, if a little sedate."
<Odessa_[Rogue_Trader]> Well, uh, I'm not one for opera or anything like
  that.
<Odessa_[Rogue_Trader]> But I guess I can do an effort for you.
<Ben_[Astropath]> My Captain, I might suggest that arranging meetings with
  the more reputable traders and travelers on-station may be a better
  expenditure of your time.
<Odessa_[Rogue_Trader]> Uh...Yeah. Probably. Definitely.
<Odessa_[Rogue_Trader]> Sorry about that, Dom, I really would have liked to
  come.
<Odessa_[Rogue_Trader]> But, you know how it is, always busy.
<Dominique_[Navigator]> "maybe we could hire on a travelling theater
  company!" Domi gasps!
<Odessa_[Rogue_Trader]> Sure. Why don't you go do that ?
<Yasha_[Archmilitant]> Yasha shrugs.
<Odessa_[Rogue_Trader]> We'll meet up in 4 standard hours, sounds okay ?
<Yasha_[Archmilitant]> "Do you want me to go with her to make sure she
  doesn't run into trouble?" Yasha rubs her hand along the butt of her
  hellgun.
<Dominique_[Navigator]> "Oh Emperor, is that enough time to get a new
  dress? I must be wearing something wonderful for tonight's play."
<Odessa_[Rogue_Trader]> Dom's a big girl, but I'd feel safer if you
  accompanied her.
* Odessa_[Rogue_Trader] whispers to Yasha
<Odessa_[Rogue_Trader]> And not only for HER safety
<Yasha_[Archmilitant]> Yasha nods. "Make sure she doesn't flip out and
  traumatize anyone, got it."
<Dominique_[Navigator]> "oh how wonderful, Miss Yasha, we can get dresses
  together!"
<Odessa_[Rogue_Trader]> Counting on ya. Let's go, gang.
* Odessa_[Rogue_Trader] leaves to the governance sector to get some info on
  docked Rogue Traders
<Yasha_[Archmilitant]> "Hurray." Yasha goes to accompany the navigator as
  she goes off shopping for dresses.
<@Malt> The party split up heading different directions, Odessa's to the
  left, Dom's to the right.
<@Malt> As you continue you find the station is in the 'late afternoon' of
  it's onboard cycle
* Ben_[Astropath] accompanies his Captain, still muttering to himself,
  wondering if he may be able to sense the presence of the other ships'
  astropaths en route to the next sector.
* Roth_[Voidmaster] follows along with Ben and Odessa as well
* Dominique_[Navigator] grabs Yasha's hand and leads her down to the local
  clothing street
<@Malt> The station is very busy but starting to wind down as the day ends,
  security checks the groups but allow them to pass into their respective
  destinations
<Yasha_[Archmilitant]> Yasha walks along behind the Navigator, allowing
  herself to be led but not letting her guard down.
<@Malt> The trading district is dazzling, with all sorts of products
  available, smooth perfumes wash from the luxury end while machine oils
  waft from the technical end of the district.
<Yasha_[Archmilitant]> Yasha wrinkles her nose. Not too often the stinks of
  nobility and the working belly of the hive get mixed.
* Dominique_[Navigator] is delighted and spotting a fine looking tailor,
  she leads Yasha in
<@Malt> The governance district is heavily fortified with armsmen present
  everywhere. They double check credentials but allow Odessa to pass with
  due respect.
<@Malt> The lean tailor claps at a young assistant to attention while
  bowing deeply, "Dear ladies, how may be of humble service to you?"
<Odessa_[Rogue_Trader]> Now, Ben, you must have been navigating ships for
  longer than I've been alive. Where do we go from here ?
<Yasha_[Archmilitant]> "A cloak, perhaps?"
<@Malt> "Of course, how about you browse my wares and tell me what you
  like?"
<Dominique_[Navigator]> "Oh me and my friend here and visting the station
  today and we're playing on taking in a play later so we must have simply
  beautful clothes to wear!"
<Yasha_[Archmilitant]> Yasha looks for something practical. A fur cloak or
  something; ships can get drafty.
<@Malt> The mans store is full of cloths or various quality, mostly high
  end though. Everything from corsets to ballroom gowns and slinky slim
  dresses are available
<Dominique_[Navigator]> "Just a cloak, no no that wont do! You need
  something more pretty!"
<@Malt> fur coats of various overstatedness are soon found with gem
  encrusted and finely cut they sparkle in the light
<Dominique_[Navigator]> "A purple noblecoat with white trimmings! with fur
  and golden skulls would look wonderful on you!"
* Ben_[Astropath] mutters to his Captain, "Well the personnel from any
  military vessels should be easy enough to track down.. but, uh.. uh
  obviously those would be the ones we'd probably want to avoid moreso than
  other traders like ourselves. However, given that a ship's captain must
  necessarily be available to deal with any inclimate situations that may
  come up, they should be accessible enough."
<Dominique_[Navigator]> "Or maybe something more lady-like. Like that Red
  dress with the rudy skulls on it!"
<Yasha_[Archmilitant]> Yasha tries it on. "It's nicely warm, too. Doesn't
  hinder my movement much."
<Ben_[Astropath]> I would recommend using the station's data network to
  make contact with a likely sympathetic individual, and in this arena you
  are more knowledgable than I am, Captain..
<Yasha_[Archmilitant]> She looks a bit disdainfully at the dress, though.
  "I don't think it would go very well with my armor, though."
<Dominique_[Navigator]> "Yes and shoes, you need shoes. Maybe those there
  with winged skulls! They would look divine on you!"
<@Malt> The tailor says, "You have a fine eye, a real eye for quality. It
  would be a great crime for your beauty to be in anything of lesser
  quality."
* Odessa_[Rogue_Trader] is pensive for an instant, then nods
* Odessa_[Rogue_Trader] finds a data terminal and looks to establish contact
<@Malt> A young man with a dataslate attached to his hand spots Odessa and
  rushes through the crowds to her, "My most humble greetings your
  ladyship, I represent my master who wishes to meet you at your earliest
  convenience."
<Dominique_[Navigator]> "How about a hangbag! That one's made from an ork's
  head!"
<Odessa_[Rogue_Trader]> Is that so ? I guess he beat me to the punch.
<Odessa_[Rogue_Trader]> And who would that master be ?
<@Malt> "My lord's name is Oriel Brackenhorf the 5th, a holder of a Warrant
  like yourself."
<Yasha_[Archmilitant]> She frowns. "Thing should have been burned. More of
  the filth would have grown up since it wasn't."
<Odessa_[Rogue_Trader]> I see. Have you been told of the subject he wishes
  to discuss ?
<Roth_[Voidmaster]> "I never heard of no Oriel Brackenhorf, you sure we can
  trust this guy?"
* Odessa_[Rogue_Trader] shrugs
<Dominique_[Navigator]> "Oh, but it goes so well with your fur cloak
<@Malt> "I am afraid all I have been told is that your presence was
  requested, I don't wish to speculate."
<@Malt> "If you are available now I could escort you to him?"
<Odessa_[Rogue_Trader]> I see. Very well then. Let us meet in a neutral
  place, say, the Highest Spirit theater in 5 hours ?
<@Malt> "Very well, I will inform him at once."
<Yasha_[Archmilitant]> "I'm sure we can find something nicer. How about we
  try to find something for you?" She looks around, and grabs a
  gold-colored shawl. "How about this?"
<@Malt> The man makes a deep bow and turns to continue his work.
* Odessa_[Rogue_Trader] nods at the servant boy as he leaves, then turns to
  her vox
* Odessa_[Rogue_Trader] Bridge ? Get me a few men stationned around the
  Highest Spirit theater in civilian clothes, concealed weaponry. Just in
  case. Tell them to stand by.
<Odessa_[Rogue_Trader]> *
<Dominique_[Navigator]> "Oh it's pretty. Look it has a picture of the
  Emperor beating up an Ork on it. But I need a new dress to go withit."
<@Malt> The familiar voice of the lieutenant responds, "I will have five
  men from the 34th posted at once."
* Odessa_[Rogue_Trader] turns to Ben
<Odessa_[Rogue_Trader]> Well, it looks like we're going to see that piece
  after all.
<Yasha_[Archmilitant]> Yasha looks around, and grabs a dress off a rack.
  "This shimmery silk stuff is pretty; maybe you could get them to make you
  a bigger one?"
* Ben_[Astropath] mindsends to his Captain, "Needless of me to warn you to
  be wary, my Captain, but apparently your reputation either precedes you
  in this sector or this Brackenhorf is looking to take advantage of some
  opportunity - which may or may not be necessarily to our gain."
<@Malt> The tailor nods to the boy and he brings out a larger version the
  the dress from the backroom.
<@Malt> "Do you wish to purchase this most endearing dress?"
<Dominique_[Navigator]> "Oh yes, oh yes indeed! And maybe we could skull
  shoulder pads to go with it. Does in cost more for real skull?
* Odessa_[Rogue_Trader] thinks back at Ben. "I know. I don't trust this
  either, but denying him an audience isn't gonna do us any good. Better to
  hear what he wants from his mouth."
* Ben_[Astropath] probes out further to find if the navigator is within the
  2km range of his sending and, if so, apprises both the navigator and the
  archmilitant that their presence is required by the captain immediately.
<@Malt> The tailor makes a honest face saying, "For a most unique and worth
  customer such as yourself I will add them free of charge, all I ask is
  that when someone remarks upon their beauty you mention old Tobias
  Perion."
<Ben_[Astropath]> No doubt, my Captain, no doubt...
<Roth_[Voidmaster]> "Yeah true. Well we will find out in 5 hours anyway"
<Dominique_[Navigator]> "Oh yes thank you I will, could you have the dress
  done by tonight? I'll be back in a jiff."
<Dominique_[Navigator]> "Come along Yasha, we'll have to come back another
  time." Domi says, leaving the store
<@Malt> The Tailor bows deeply and nods his appreciation before tutting to
  his boy to look after the front desk while he works in the back room on
  the desk.
<Yasha_[Archmilitant]> Yasha presses the vox-rune on the microbead, and
  listens to the message. Then adds, "Okay. I'll be with you shortly."
<Yasha_[Archmilitant]> She then turns, and adds to the tailor, "Add these
  to the account of the Rogue Trader Odessa Fulgor, okay?"
<@Malt> The boy nods and writes down the name
<Yasha_[Archmilitant]> "All right, then. Come on, Dominique. Let's go meet
  up with the Captain."
<@Malt> The Navigator and Archmilitant would travel for a time, seeing more
  of the wonderous products available in the shops before reaching the
  checkpoints to the inner district. The pass easily and continue on their
  way to the Captain
<@Malt> Soon they catch up with the waiting captain.
<Dominique_[Navigator]> "Hello Captain Fulgor,I hope we did keep you long."
<@Malt> an hour and a half pass and Odessa's microbead chimes, the junior
  lieutenant says, "My Lady we have a list of possible contacts and
  enterprises we can send to your dataslate if you wish."
<Odessa_[Rogue_Trader]> Go ahead
<@Malt> The dataslate brings up a number of dossiers entitled 'Oriel',
  'Contacts', 'Enterprises' and 'Recommended goods'
<@Malt> that you can choose from
* Odessa_[Rogue_Trader] Picks Oriel first
<@Malt> The dossier opens bringing up the following: Oriel Brackenhorf the
  5th a rogue trader from the Brackenhorf family, their family is in
  decline at the moment and Oriel is attempting to regain their lost power,
  based on available commerce records he appears to favour the machine cult
  and tech-related goods.
<@Malt> His family is at odds with the Lugron family who also deal with
  similar goods and have ancient feuds between each other
<Odessa_[Rogue_Trader]> Hm. His credentials check out.
* Odessa_[Rogue_Trader] looks for anything that might indicate the
  direction of his current affairs
<Yasha_[Archmilitant]> "Human tech or xenotech?"
<@Malt> The only other addendum states that he is preparing for a long
  voyage into the expanse with much of his wealth riding upon this endevour
<Odessa_[Rogue_Trader]> If he's friend with the machine cult, I doubt it's
  xenotech.
<Odessa_[Rogue_Trader]> Alright, let's have a look at the rest then.
* Odessa_[Rogue_Trader] picks 'Contacts'
<@Malt> A list of various traders and minor players are brought up but the
  most important and first listed as 'Hans Lugron' (Rogue Trader), 'Kerra
  Miles' (Major organised crime boss), Wenton Vestor (Ecclesiarchial
  representative), Ilon Monty (Magos represtative.)
<Odessa_[Rogue_Trader]> I see. Well, it's getting late. We'll check out the
  rest of that data later.
<Odessa_[Rogue_Trader]> For now, let's get ready for our meeting.
<@Malt> After several more hours you find yourselves approaching the
  Highest Spirit theater you Yasha and Odessa would recognise one of the
  men reading a dataslate outside is a member of the 34th.
* Odessa_[Rogue_Trader] Goes in, wearing a light, formal dress and no
  visible weaponry.
<Yasha_[Archmilitant]> Yasha is decked out in full armor, her hellgun, and
  her new coat.
<@Malt> The gold leafed doors are held open by a handsome servant for you
<Yasha_[Archmilitant]> Yasha sticks close to Odessa.
* Odessa_[Rogue_Trader] Is Oriel already inside ?
<@Malt> As you enter the same young man who works for Oriel comes forward
  to meet you. "May I escort you and your compainions to your seats?
* Odessa_[Rogue_Trader] smiles gently "With pleasure."
<Dominique_[Navigator]> Dominique brings her most theather going
  HellPistol, Metal Staff and wears her Xeno-mesh armour under her overly
  foppish dress complete with gold plated skulls and images of the
  Primarchs beating up things
<@Malt> You are taken to a private box overlooking the audience, a dinner
  table is set up with chairs for all attending, a burly man and lean woman
  are already seated.
* Ben_[Astropath] follows his captain wearing the robes and semi-formal
  attire of the imperial astropath, form fitted to allow his bodyglove free
  movement under his looser clothing
<@Malt> The man rises graciously as you enter and make a curt bow, "My
  thanks for meeting me so soon My Honourable Lady, I am Oriel."
<Odessa_[Rogue_Trader]> Sir Orien, I presume ?
<@Malt> "Indeed"
<Odessa_[Rogue_Trader]> The pleasure is all mine. I see you are already in
  most charming company.
<Dominique_[Navigator]> "Oh how simply fantastic." Domi says, seeing the
  table. "You have out down yourself Sir Orien!"
<@Malt> "Please take a seat, I hope dinner is to your satisfaction."
<Yasha_[Archmilitant]> "I hope so, too."
<@Malt> The table is covered in rarities and fine food, the young man who
  escorted you begins pouring wine for the guests.
<Dominique_[Navigator]> "Oh I'm sure it's to die for." The 8 foot woman
  says, taking a seat.
<Ben_[Astropath]> "Hmph." Hoping that the navigator won't make a scene or
  turn this dinner into a riot, as has happened in previous instances.
<Yasha_[Archmilitant]> Yasha grabs her glass and swigs some down. "This
  doesn't taste half bad."
<Dominique_[Navigator]> "Please Yasha, there's no need to glup down the
  wine." Dominique says, holding her glass of wine in the 'proper' way.
* Ben_[Astropath] bites his lip as he mindsends to his companions, "There's
  at least one psyker present in the crowd. I doubt they can miss our
  presence either, between the navigator and myself..."
* Odessa_[Rogue_Trader] calmly takes a seat
<Yasha_[Archmilitant]> Yasha shrugs. "Food is food. It's just fuel for the
  fire of life. Well, unless it's poison."
<Odessa_[Rogue_Trader]> I believe I am at a disadvantage, here. * With a
  disarming smile at the lean woman* I don't believe we have met.
* Dominique_[Navigator] thinks if he's a Rogue Trader then of course he
  would know a psyker...what are the odds he could be reading our throughts
  righ now?
<Odessa_[Rogue_Trader]> I think I'll change the color of my text. Figuring
  out who says who is a bit confusing right now.
<Odessa_[Rogue_Trader]> (ooc :/)
<Dominique_[Navigator]> ((can you do that?))
<@Malt> Oriel continues, "Please eat as you wish. I appologise but my
  compainion of few words, she isn't the social type but in these times one
  must have protection is all cirumstance."
<Odessa_[Rogue_Trader]> ((I was sure you could))
<@Malt> in all'
* Roth_[Voidmaster] snatches up bits of the food while oblivious to the
  convosation
<Odessa_[Rogue_Trader]> "Of course. I would have done the same. You must
  pardon my companions as well, they have not eaten such delicate food in a
  long time."
<Yasha_[Archmilitant]> Yasha snorts to herself at that, as she forks food
  into her mouth.
<@Malt> Oriel turns to Roth striking up small talk, "My good man, I was
  told you were the Helmsman of the Captains mighty ship, how does she
  handle?" He brushes off Odessa comment saying, "On the fringes one can
  often miss out of the finer things in life so I take care to enjoy them
  while I can."
<Odessa_[Rogue_Trader]> "Well then, I believe it is unecessary to keep the
  tension any longer. You wished to discuss something with me ?"
* Ben_[Astropath] broadcasts out, "Our thoughts should be safe enough from
  the prying of all but the most exacting psykers. If any were to attempt
  breaching our communication, we would know about it."
<@Malt> "Oh yes, that, of course. I was hoping to engage your interest in a
  business venture."
* Roth_[Voidmaster] tries to talk with his mouth full of food "Great ship.
  Handles better then anything I ever flew before"
<Dominique_[Navigator]> 'Oh yes indeed, we are honoured to be at your
  table, Sir." Domi says, opening a bottom part of her mask so she can eat,
  partly revealing her fiendish teeth. "We would be delight to hear your
  offer."
* Odessa_[Rogue_Trader] Broadcasts : I don't sense any taint of chaos on
  them either.
<Odessa_[Rogue_Trader]> "You have my undivided attention, Oriel. Please,
  continue."
<@Malt> "I have to transport sacred tech from the machine cult to worlds
  within the Expanse and I was hoping to entice you to carry some of it as
  the sheer size and number of the goods are far too much for a single
  cargo hold
<@Malt> "You would of course recieve your share of the profits."
<Yasha_[Archmilitant]> "Who buys it? I thought there weren't any big worlds
  in the Expanse to sell to."
* Odessa_[Rogue_Trader] Broadcasts : Ben, can you use your powers to detect
  lies ?
<@Malt> "Well these are how can we say, private outposts and research
  stations of the mechanicum that require our utmost speed and discretion
  in delivery."
<Yasha_[Archmilitant]> "Makes sense."
<Dominique_[Navigator]> "What sort of tech do they need? if you don't mind
  me asking."
<@Malt> He runs off some figures and what type of cargo each respective
  ship would take, Odessa notices that the profit margins for the tech she
  is supposed to deliver is quite less than Oriels cargo.
<Odessa_[Rogue_Trader]> "Pardon me, Sir Oriel, but I believe if we are to
  engage in this...partnership, it would be better to do it as equals."
* Ben_[Astropath] sends out, "I could, Captain, but he would know it the
  moment that I probed into his mind, so unfortunately I think a more
  subtle approach is needed here.."
<Odessa_[Rogue_Trader]> "How about we run those numbers again ? This time,
  with a fair division of the goods ?"
<@Malt> Oriel looks downcast for a second but quickly responds "Oh you are
  most assuredly an equal My Lady, I of course will equalise the numbers, I
  mearly thought your ship would not have the capacity for a number of
  goods that high, my mistake."
<Odessa_[Rogue_Trader]> Very good. Now, we have talked about reward. What
  about risk ?
<@Malt> As the conversation continues the play below continues, it is quite
  good if anyone cares to notice. Oriel states offhandedly "Oh the usual of
  any trade run, the occasional overconfident pirate or brigand might try
  to take advantage of you but I'm sure you and you crew could manage them.
<Yasha_[Archmilitant]> Yasha pats the butt of her hellgun and smiles.
<Dominique_[Navigator]> "Are there many pirates on this route?"
<@Malt> The woman gives Yasha a nod of appoval at her gesture.
<@Malt> "Not overly, the planet you will deliver to has had no reports of
  raids. The risk is minimal I assure you."
* Odessa_[Rogue_Trader] Broadcasts : This sounds...simple. Too simple. This
  is fishy as hell.
* Dominique_[Navigator] thinks would want to give us this mission if it was
  safe?
* Odessa_[Rogue_Trader] Broadcasts : Hell no.
<Roth_[Voidmaster]> "Look, I dont know anything about your fancy buisness
  mumbo-jumbo, but you wouldnt be getting *us* to do it, if there wasnt any
  risk"
<@Malt> Oriel takes a long gulp of his wine and smiles broadly at the group
<Yasha_[Archmilitant]> Yasha broadcasts: We're going to have to face worse
  than pirates if we want to build an empire, and getting someone in good
  with the Mechanicus as an ally will give us a supply line we otherwise
  wouldn't have. Odds are we're going to have to deal with his rival,
  though.
<@Malt> "Oh no sir, It is mearly a matter of cargo capacity. I have not
  enough room and I require a trustworthy trader to make the required
  schedules."
* Ben_[Astropath] broadcasts, "It would've been worth our while to note if
  there are any other ships in port comparable to ours. If so, why hasn't
  Oriel made this offer to them? And if he has, why did they turn it down?"
* Odessa_[Rogue_Trader] Broadcasts. Hm. Well, no matter. I'm not going to
  turn down an offer like that. If he's got some backstabbing planned, then
  we'll just have to be ready.
* Ben_[Astropath] sends, "Wait, Captain.."
<Yasha_[Archmilitant]> "You mean you want someone new you can trick into
  drawing fire from your rival.
<Yasha_[Archmilitant]> What was his name again?"
<Odessa_[Rogue_Trader]> Lugron, was it not ?
* Odessa_[Rogue_Trader] looks him straight in the eye
<Yasha_[Archmilitant]> "Right. Lugron."
* Ben_[Astropath] sends, "At the risk of intruding onto business affairs
  that are not my area of expertise, would it hurt to at least see if he
  has the goods he claims he has? If so, and we take them aboard, then he
  is at least at risk of losing out financially - and we stand to gain if
  we smell a doublecross coming - should plans fall out, no?"
<@Malt> Oriel stiffens "Oh, you mean Hans Lugron. He wouldn't dare attack
  you, He surely knows of your heroic deeds and martial strength. Plus it
  would harm his reputation to make an unprovoked attack upon a neutral
  party."
<Yasha_[Archmilitant]> "Once we take your goods, we're not neutral anymore,
  now are we?"
<Dominique_[Navigator]> "But this Hans Lugron fellow sounds like the most
  vile of sorts, no doubt he will indeed."
<@Malt> "Well, no, but a single trade run is hardly an alliance between two
  traders. These sorts of deals happen all the time."
<Odessa_[Rogue_Trader]> Well, your offer sounds reasonable.
* Ben_[Astropath] sends, "And it might be worth our while to broach this
  Lugron for parlay to see where he stands on the matter as well?"
* Odessa_[Rogue_Trader] Broadcasts : We'll contact him as soon as we can.
  See what he has to offer.
<@Malt> "So you will accept?"
<Odessa_[Rogue_Trader]> You have a deal.
* Yasha_[Archmilitant] broadcasts: Just remember, in the end, allies are
  worth more than Thrones.
* Odessa_[Rogue_Trader] Broadcasts : I'll keep that in mind.
<@Malt> Oriel claps his hands together with glee, hey calls to the boy
  "More wine boy!" After being served he rasies his glass in toast, "To
  profit and health."
* Dominique_[Navigator] thinks maybe things will turn out alright....maybe
<Dominique_[Navigator]> "Oh yes, to profit and health indeed, Sir Oriel."
  raising her glass too
<@Malt> "I will let Ilon know that you will be transporting the goods, his
  servants are most efficient in their loading techniques."
* Odessa_[Rogue_Trader] Raises her full glass. "To new friends."
<Yasha_[Archmilitant]> Yasha raises her glass, "Yup. To all of that." Then
  she takes another gulp.
<@Malt> The rogue trader smiles broadly, white teeth glittering from the
  light of the overhead chandeliers
<Odessa_[Rogue_Trader]> I will send some of my men to help with the
  offloading. I'm sure they'll be pleased to help.
<@Malt> You depart not long after with Oriel smiling broadly and continuing
  to get drunk as the play ends.
* Odessa_[Rogue_Trader] After the meeting, back in the ship, Odessa
  instructs her men to inspect the merchandise while they're loading it and
  report anything suspect. Meanwhile, she contacts the trader Lugron.
* Dominique_[Navigator] is entralled by the play despite it being quite bad
<@Malt> The men you had present form the 34th return to the ship
<Yasha_[Archmilitant]> "So, we going to see if there are any other
  opportunities to make some money? People who want to go where we're
  going, or want something picked up along the way, or the like?
<@Malt> The junior lieutenant comes towards the Captain and says, "We have
  the rogue trader Hans Lugron on your private vox My Lady."
<Odessa_[Rogue_Trader]> Thank you. I'll take it in my quarters.
* Odessa_[Rogue_Trader] back in her quarters, fires up the Vox
* Odessa_[Rogue_Trader] broadcasts : I've got Lugron on my Vox. I'll be
  transmitting the conversation through the mind link.
* Odessa_[Rogue_Trader] Retcon : Back on the bridge.
<Odessa_[Rogue_Trader]> This is Odessa Fulgor, Lord-Captain of The Lady of
  Victory.
<@Malt> Odessa's currently spartan private room has a ornate desk in the
  middle of the roomand two ragged battleworn flags on the wall one bearing
  the symbol of the  34th Regiment and one bearing Odessa world icongraphy.
<@Malt> Hans smooth voice responds, "Hello My Lady, what do I owe the
  pleasure?"
<Odessa_[Rogue_Trader]> I believe you are well-established in that station.
  I was wondering if maybe you would be so kind as to give a new arrival
  like myself some pointers ?
<Odessa_[Rogue_Trader]> You seem to be the most knowledgeable person
  around, after all.
<@Malt> You hear a faint chuckle over the voice, "Of course My Lady I thank
  you for your kind words. The Expanse is a dangerous place full of risks
  but the rewards are all the more sweeter, I would suggest you seek work
  on the station at first but then explore and see what oppertunities
  arrise. Secondly I would suggest you contact good people you can rely on
  out in the void and here, you obviously...
<@Malt> ...have learned this lesson by coming to me."
<Odessa_[Rogue_Trader]> Quite right. I considered for a moment adressing
  the Rogue Trader Oriel, but you seem to be a more powerful, and more
  refined man.
<Odessa_[Rogue_Trader]> I have, in fact, met with him earlier. He was quite
  desperate. Rather pathethic, really.
<@Malt> "Oh yes, you wouldn't want to involve yourself with that ruffian,
  he is old news. I however have made great boons in past years and there
  is nothing but a bright future ahead for the Lugron family."
* Yasha_[Archmilitant] sends: A pity we're not meeting him in person. It'd
  make it a lot easier for the psykers to do their stuff.
<Odessa_[Rogue_Trader]> Is that the charming chime of a business proposal I
  hear in your voice ?
* Odessa_[Rogue_Trader] sends : We'd have psykers on both sides, really.
  Not much of an advantage when we can instantly detect each other.
* Yasha_[Archmilitant] sends: True, I suppose.
<@Malt> "Oh my dear I am afraid my business is currently occupied but might
  I suggest a declaration of intention: 'That in the Expanse there be
  nothing but goodwill between our respective powers.'  "
* Odessa_[Rogue_Trader] with a grimace, but keeping an agreeable, pleasant
  voice.
<Odessa_[Rogue_Trader]> Of course. May the Emperor guide your fortune.
<@Malt> "And yours to My Lady", Hans cuts the vox link
<Odessa_[Rogue_Trader]> Asshole.
* Yasha_[Archmilitant] sends: What makes you think that?
<Odessa_[Rogue_Trader]> Well, we're not getting any business from that one.
  Let's stick to the original plan.
<Roth_[Voidmaster]> "Well this cargo isnt going to haul itself? Maybe we
  should get a move on"
<Odessa_[Rogue_Trader]> My men are already loading it.
<Yasha_[Archmilitant]> Yasha steps inside the room. "Okay, but we should
  still probably look around, and see if there are any incidental pieces of
  business to take care of. Pilgrims, people who need something
  transported, and the like."
<Dominique_[Navigator]> "So next stop, adventure?"
<Odessa_[Rogue_Trader]> Doesn't seem to be any bombs, murder servitors, or
  other hidden surprises.
<Yasha_[Archmilitant]> "You know, little things to give us that extra bit
  of profit."
<@Malt> The junior lieutenant perks up saying, I took the liberty of
  acquiring heavy trans-orbital landers for good transport at our
  destination, they are not in the greatest condition but they were all we
  could find."
<Yasha_[Archmilitant]> "Or that many more allies."
<Dominique_[Navigator]> "makes sense to me."
<@Malt> goods transport'
<Odessa_[Rogue_Trader]> Well I'll let you take care of that. I'm going to
  bed for now.
<Yasha_[Archmilitant]> Yasha gives Odessa a funny look before laughing.
  "You were always the one with the people skills, you know."
<@Malt> After a day of supplies and tech goods being brought on The Lady of
  Victory pulls out of harbour and turns towards new adventure.
<Yasha_[Archmilitant]> "So, where are we going, exactly?"
<@Malt> She makes good speed from the station and is soon ready to enter
  the warp to make her way to the co-ordinates Oriel has provided
<Dominique_[Navigator]> "Where ever the Emperor wills us I guess, or did
  you mean which planet?"
<Yasha_[Archmilitant]> "Yeah, I meant which planet. You're the Navigator; I
  figured you'd know."
<Odessa_[Rogue_Trader]> Yes. Have you plotted a course yet ?
<Dominique_[Navigator]> "P1784, not a very cute name, but if you give me a
  moment I'll plot us a course."
* Roth_[Voidmaster] Lights a few candles at the helm "Ugh, I hate making
  warp jumps"
<Odessa_[Rogue_Trader]> We'll be in your care then, Dom.
<Yasha_[Archmilitant]> Yasha slaps Dom on the shoulder. "We'll be in your
  hands. Hopefully we won't be seeing any gribbly monsters, eh?"
* Ben_[Astropath] retires to his quarters after making sure there are no
  pressing messages his Captain needs sent. He meditates awhile before his
  small shrine to the Emperor, knowing full well these will be the last
  peaceful moments of rest he will experience before the ghosts of the warp
  come to haunt the dreams of the living in transit
<Dominique_[Navigator]> "Oh dear me, that would be dreadful!" Domi says
* Roth_[Voidmaster] Lights a few more candles, and flips some switches.
  "Gonna send the message down to the cogboys to activate the geller field,
  Might wanna close your mind psykers"
<Yasha_[Archmilitant]> Yasha pats her on the back, and leaves Dom to her
  work as she ascends the Navigator's Throne.
* Ben_[Astropath] sends, "For the duration of our trip, we'll be breaking
  this link. Emperor be with you all." With that, the psyker breaks the
  mindlink amongst the group.
<@Malt> The ship lurches into the warp and heads for its new destination
<Dominique_[Navigator]> "Well that's all good and done. Time for Tea!"
  Dominique says to herself as she looks for some crewmembers to pressgang
  into joining her for tea
<Yasha_[Archmilitant]> "Umm, shouldn't there be a Navigator piloting the
  ship? You got one of the Junior Navigators to take the helm, right?"
<@Malt> The ship makes good speed, taking a mere 15 days to reach it
  destination, The ride is smooth with relatively few problems. As the ship
  breaks warp travel siren blare as the ship enters the gravity well of a
  outlying planet.
<Yasha_[Archmilitant]> "
<Yasha_[Archmilitant]> "ROOOOOTH!"
<Dominique_[Navigator]> "There's no need to shout indoors."
<Odessa_[Rogue_Trader]> Grab something, this is going to be a bumpy ride !
  Roth, get us the hell out of there !
<Roth_[Voidmaster]> "THRONEDAMN IT....."
<Roth_[Voidmaster]> "Ok"
<Roth_[Voidmaster]> "Ok I got this"
<@Malt> The ship lurches to the side sending most of the bridge sprawling
  but Roth expertly spins the ship and shoots past the moon to a safer
  distance and stabilisers here
<@Malt> her'
<@Malt> The ship settles and the crew report next to no damage.
<Dominique_[Navigator]> "I spilled my tea." Domi reports sadly
<Yasha_[Archmilitant]> "So, to the planet of the Mechanicus, then?"
<@Malt> The Junior Lieutenant looks at Roth with a mixture of awe and
  gratitude. "A magnificent manoeuver sir."
<Roth_[Voidmaster]> "Empra yes it is. Wouldn't be anything less with me at
  the helm"
<Yasha_[Archmilitant]> "Ha! I remember you driving that tank we built out
  of that groundcar. Wild times."
<Roth_[Voidmaster]> "Some things never change"
<@Malt> Dominique provides Roth expert approaches that reduce the time of
  travel to the planet to half a day. The planet makes orbit above the
  desert world and the crew have offically made their first successful
  journey within the expanse.
* Dominique_[Navigator] hums to herself as she she plots a corse the
  planet, it's a bit creepy
<@Malt> the ship, not planet (hurr derr)
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