Rogue Trader: Hard Bargain

[Lycan 01]

In the grim darkness of the 41st Millenium...



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Lorraine:
The last few weeks have been almost unbearable. Pushed to the limit where others would break, you held steadfast. The horrors of the Warp and the cruelty of the stars have not left you broken, but rather, stronger. And the Astartes took notice.

Astropathic messages were exchanged. Requests were made. And your name was noticed...

The men in black robes. They were waiting for you when it finally came time to leave the space station. Though their cloaks concealed their identities, the symbols that hung from their belts and necks made it painfully obvious what they were tied to - the Inquisition. They spoke with you. Calm, professional, respectful. Your services were needed, for the good of the Imperium...

What more motivation did you need to say yes?

You boarded their ship. The trip only took a few days, and you were treated with the utmost respect and hospitality. But you weren't told where you were going, or why. Perhaps this was too good to be true?

Mirium:

Free at last.

Or so you'd hoped.

The Rogue Trader who rescued you treated you with kindness and respect. He was an honorable man, with a strong sense of loyalty and dedication to the Imperium and its citizens.

Which is why he wasted no time in making contact with "old friends" regarding the presence of a now-free Astropath aboard his ship. When the ship arrived at its next destination, the men in black robes were waiting. Their identities were obscured by their cloaks, but the iconography of the Inquisition was plainly visible. They spoke with you carefully and politely. You were not in trouble. No no. You were needed...

You went along. It wasn't like you had much choice. But the next few days aboard their ship left you with nothing to complain about. Luxury quarters, proper food, access to libraries filled with mostly-forgottten knowledge. A far cry from the conditions you were so used to...

Surely, there must be a catch...


Lucan:

Your cell was cold. The manacles that bound your wrists were heavy. You body was sore from beatings and starvation. But you would not bow. You would not be broken. The zeal in your eyes never faded, even as the sentence of death was read out. Your time in this world was running out, but you were prepared to face it like a man.

So when the door to your cell opened on the morning of your execution, you met your visitors with a smirk. And even as you saw that the black-robed men were not Arbites come to take you to your fate, and you recognized the golden icons of the Inquisition hanging from their cloaks, your smirk never faded. They were happy to see such defiance and unshattered spirits; you were just the man they needed, they remarked.

The days that followed were most strange. You were taken aboard their vessel for transportation, but rather than a cold brig under armed guard, you were given a luxury suite that even some nobles would envy. But no word was given on where you were going, or why. Only that your services and skills were needed, for the glory of the Emperor.

You wondered what the eventual catch would be...


Laoghaire

The chapel was quiet, save for the fervent whispers of the faithful. The pews were mostly empty, aside from the occasional peasant with their hands folded and their heads bowed. You footsteps echoed over their voices as you strode down from the pulpit, passing through multicolored shafts of light cast through the stained-glass windows. The men in black waited patiently for you at the door. You didn't need to see the medallions they wore to know they were part of the Inquisition. You approached them with a pleasant smile; they took a step back out of respect... and perhaps more.

Your services were needed, they told you. A replacement to minister your chapel was already en route. You could refuse, but they knew that you wouldn't pass up on the offer. And in your heart, you knew it too...

You gathered your things, and accompanied them back to their ship, and into the stars. Your congregation bid you goodbye with tears, offering their thanks and their prayers. You boarded the vessel, and departed for an unknown destination. You were offered luxury quarters and hospitality beyond imagination - you chose to stay in the lower decks, bunking with the crew and holding sermons and services for them. Though you dreaded what the coming days may bring, the smiles and joy of the void-sailors gave you some glimmer of hope.

Perhaps this won't be so bad...




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Planet: Darifel IV
Designation: Industrial Hive World
Time: 15:39
Location: Bastion of Order (Representation Present: Adeptus Arbites, Imperial Guard, Imperial Navy, Commissariat, etc.)
Floor: 17th - Administrative Offices



~ding~

The doors of four grav-lifts opened in unison. From each elevator, several people stepped forth into the lobby. A star-faring woman with an aura of authority and a sword at her hip, a young but oddly unremarkable void-borne Astropath with sight unseeing and an aur, a young man who's professional demeanor clashed with the burning zeal in his eyes, and an old man who's humble demeanor clashed with the cold focus of his gaze. Flanked by black-robed men, the four strangers were guided by their escorts towards a waiting room.

There are several comfortable chairs and sofas, and a pict-screen showing a local crime drama holo-vid series. The waiting room is modestly decorated with a few potted plants and a propoganda poster showing "Commissar Ciaphas Cain, HERO OF THE IMPERIUM" executing a bug-like Xeno thing with a bigger-than-it-should-be chainsword. Is this some sort of recruiting office?

The black robed men gesture for the strangers to be seated, before turning to shuffle back towards the grav-lifts. A single member of the cloaked individuals remains; he heads over to an unremarkable wooden door, knocks twice, and then steps aside to wait. "You will be seen shortly," he softly says to the strangers.

The man then falls silent, effectively leaving the four strangers with only themselves, a holo-vid of two Arbites interviewing a crooked priest, and the over-dramatic poster of Ciaphas Cain for company. Perhaps some introductions are in order?

[Talkkno]

The young man is the first to take a seat, first taking his off his black duster in a nearby coat hanger, relaxing slightly. Dressed in simple clothes, he stroked his mustache for a moment as he took a studied look in the room and the people around him, clean for the first time in months. Feeling a bit of unease, as he waits for someone else to start a conversation.

[Retrokinesis]

Miriam follows the unnamed young man and sits down as well. This was more like it... As amazing as the rogue trader's and Inquisition's ships had been, they were foreign to her. This looked like an Arbites precinct. Like the one she and her mother spent so much time in. Like home.

Now that they had stopped walking she had a chance to take a good look at her fellows. Her unseeing eyes sweep the room as her cogitator implant helpfully informs her that Poster-Cain's chainsword does not match known STC patterns and has several design flaws rendering it impossible. The old man was obviously a priest. And not a soft one either, judging from his iconography-covered gear. The younger man certainly had the same look in his eyes but he otherwise didn't look like a priest at all. An acolyte maybe? The young woman was obviously a rogue trader; they all had that same look in their eyes of boundless confidence. Must of come from being basically above the concerns of Imperial law.

She minimizes her own presence as much as possible in the stark room and waits for someone else to speak or the door to open.

[TheAmishPirate]

A waiting-room. Always quiet in these sorts of rooms.

Hard to tell the sort of waiting done here, but had it ever mattered? Guardsman awaiting their first deployment. Inquisitional officer brought up for a review and re-assignment. Little children brought in on a tour. All the same, really. A mix of anxiety, curiosity, dread, and hope, all mixed together in a swirling tide that left its passengers in pensive silence.

Laoghaire, however, was in no mood for pensive silences.

Bidding a quiet thank you to the cloaked figure - and smiling lightly at the propaganda poster - he lightly bows his head to the other summoned visitors. "A good afternoon to all of you," he starts in, his voice warm and gentle. "Whom do I have the pleasure of sharing this waiting room with today?"

[Lix Lorn]

Lorraine looked around carefully, wondering exactly who she was sharing a room with.

This is a process sped infinitely up when she sees the man from the church, and stares in shock - and sputters when he speaks.
"Laoghaire. I remember you." she says, blankly.

[Talkkno]

The young man straightens his back a bit as the priest breaks the silence, introducing himself with a sly smile.
"Lucan Stelle, recidivist, convicted on multiple counts of murder Arbites officers, heresy,...and failing to return a Libarium book. Sentenced to execution, but apparently the Holy Ordos have use for me in some capacity, why I'm here I would guess."

[Retrokinesis]

The young girl speaks-up: "I would guess that's why we're all here. Miriam, of the Adeptus Astra Telepathica". She stares at Lucan through her dead, white eyes without saying a word. Although she does take pains to adjust the Persecutor shotgun slung over her shoulder so the Arbites symbol on it is clearly visible.

She turns to the Probably-Rogue-Trader. "You two have met before?"

[Talkkno]

Lucan takes notice at the Miriam's gesture, he makes a casual remark as he relaxes in his seat once more.
"Fine weapon, I'd reckon many outlived many of their owners."

[TheAmishPirate]

The old man's gentle demeanor remains unchanging, even when exchanging pleasantries with a psyker and a criminal. His eyes match theirs - or in the case of Miriam, where her eyes would be - and he works to commit their faces to his mind. "A pleasure to meet you both. I am called-"

And then his name is spoken by their third companion. He turns and squints at the face of the young lady before him. "Yes...yes I believe we have met before. Is it...Lorraine?"

[Lix Lorn]

She blinks in shock, and actually flushes a little bit. She gives a slight bow.
"I'm honoured that you'd remember me."

[Retrokinesis]

"Have the two of you worked with the Inquisition before, then?" She was fishing. It was fairly obvious the Inquisition didn't plan to kill her when she saw her quarters but she still had no idea what they did want. She could always read their minds and figure it out but that might not be the best idea with Inquisitors around...

[TheAmishPirate]

Laoghaire's warm smile could have thawed the cold heart of the Void. "My child...I would be a poor shepherd if I could not recall the names of my sheep. Even the youngest lamb who passes through my flock for but a day is precious."

Turning to Mirriam, his whole countenance brightened like the sun, so pleased was he with this happy meeting. "Lorraine attended a sermon of mine a few short years ago, and she shared many a fresh insight with me. Now, by the will of the Emperor, her journey once again crosses paths with mine." To think of what wonders could be in store! Such chance meetings were never just by chance, after all.

[Retrokinesis]

Well, that's not a good sign. The old priest and the rogue trader were already well-disposed towards each other. They might even have worked with the Inquisition before together. That left Miriam at a disadvantage; it was entirely possible they were Puritans and hated psykers. If that was the case she could only hope they hated convicted recidivists more...

She ignores the scoundrel's quip and feigns a smile, "I don't believe in coincidence. By chance, have any of you been informed as to the nature of our business here? I haven't had the pleasure of serving the Holy Ordos myself before".

[Lix Lorn]

She smiles a little at the priest's warmth, before answering the girl civilly.
"Sadly not, although I'm sure all will be revealed in time."

[Talkkno]

Annoyed that Miram ignored his quip, Lucan remarks, after taking a quick glance at the door.
"I'm wondering whats the catch. Doubt that anyone of us is going to be off scot free after this meeting."

[TheAmishPirate]

"Indeed. Such chance meetings are never just that, so a great duty must be upon us all. But," his eyes twinkled. "There is little use in wondering and speculating and worrying ourselves overmuch. If all is revealed in its own time, then there is no use in anxiety in the present."

Laoghaire turned to Lucan. "So why be worried of a 'catch' for any of us?" His voice carried no accusation, the question sounded quite legitimate.

[Talkkno]

"You have a point there." Lucan replies in agreement, as he takes a brief look at the program playing on the pict screen.

[Lycan 01]

The holo-vid show is decently entertaining, though Miriam may notice that some of the Arbites shown in the program aren't exactly behaving perfectly to regulation, and Lucan may notice that the criminals in the show are horribly sloppy and not at all accurate to how proper weapon smugglers or typical crime lords would operate.

There's a click from the door. The cloaked man steps to the side. "You may enter," he says to the guests, giving a small nod of his hood.

Into the breach...

Perhaps the four guests were expecting an actual administrative office, with rows of desk and peons doing paperwork or wrangle with unruly cogitator systems. Maybe they expected some ominous doom-lair or something imposing like that.

Instead, the room beyond the wooden door looks more like the office of a Schola professor. A few bookshelves, some fancy paintings, a small fish tank with a weird squid-thing crawling around in its murky water, and a few small display cases decorate the room. There are four chairs - rather comfortable looking - set up in front of a rather fancy desk covered in scrolls, data-slates, empty cups of recaff, and various other knick-knacks. The only thing that really seems to stand out is the massive gilded boltgun resting against the side of the desk, right alongside a modest wooden cane.

The person behind the desk is a rather meek looking old man, far older and more frail looking than Laoghaire. He's dressed in normal-looking attire - a simple blue uniform with some darker-blue bordering. He's mostly bald, aside from some whispy tufts around his ears and rimming the back of his head. His wrinkled face sports a few small scars and age spots, and a pair of golden spectacles rest on the bridge of his beak-like nose. As the guests enter the room, he looks up at them and smiles, a friendly twinkle in his almost unnaturally vibrant blue eyes. "Welcome, welcome. Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Inquisitor Amadeus Hawthorne, of the Holy Ordo Xenos. Oh don't worry!" he quickly adds, giving a small wave of a clockwork hand. "You're not in any sort of trouble or anything. We'll get down to business in a moment, though. First, how are you all doing? I trust the journey treated you all well?"



(Laoghaire)

You've seen Inquisitor Hawthorne before. Several times, in fact. Though the last time you saw him was twelve years ago, his right hand wasn't augmetic at the time. As you recall, he was leading a squad of battle-hardened Stormtroopers against an entrenched position held by Chaos cultist and their alien mercenary allies. He may be meek looking, but much like yourself, he can handle himself in a fight.

Of course, you don't have the ability to psychically flay a person's mind like he can......

[Talkkno]

Lucan widens his eyes for a moment, this is not what he had expected, of both meeting an Inquisitor, and one that was that was so genial. He decides to let the others speak first, as he tries to determine if it was his true nature or just an act as he begins to take his seat, nodding in affirmation.

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[Retrokinesis]

Well, he's not at all suspicious! Miriam had met Inquisitors before, both on the Black Ship and at the Psykanum, and they had been what you could call friendly. Civil, efficient, and in some cases honorable but never personable. It was making her more uneasy than if he had said they were in trouble...

"Thank you for your hospitality, Inquisitor Hawthorne. I would assume my accommodations on the trip here were your doing?" She walks over to the fish tank and looks at the squid-esque creature inside. It wasn't what you would call "cute" but she found it rather enjoyable to watch anyway and smiles at it.

[Lix Lorn]

Lorraine gave a short gasp, straightening her back immediately, and giving the very sharpest salute she could.

"I had an excellent journey, my lord." she says, reverence pretty clear in her tone, not to mention her words.

[TheAmishPirate]

Laoghaire greeted their host with the reverence due to one of his station. "I am well, Inquisitor Hawthorne. There is nothing quite like a long flight to shake clean of the rust of routine."

(Bleh, lousy post to keep things moving. Apologies for the delay, been wrestling with a nasty stomach bug.)

[Lycan 01]

(Lucan)

The Inquisitor is either being sincere, or he has an excellent poker face.

The Inquisitor smiles warmly at his guests and their offered thanks. "You are all quite welcome. And yes, the accommodations were my doing. It is good to see you all seemed to enjoy your time aboard the vessel."

The old man leans back into his chair, and steeples his fingers beneath his chin. "I suppose we should get down to business, then, since the two are related. You see, circumstances have transpired which have left me in a very interesting position. I have in my possession a certain item, and I am willing to offer that item to a group of individuals, provided they are willing to accept the item and all of the responsibilities tied with it."

Inquisitor Hawthorne's lips curl into a knowing smirk. "You are welcome to decline my offer, of course, though I think you'll find it quite enticing. You see, I have in my possession a Black Charter. The contract of Rogue Traders, as you may know. And I need someone to wield it. I will also need others to accompany this newly minted Rogue Trader in their journey, serving as advisers and guardians in their endeavors. You needn't worry about a vessel. One will be provided... and I think you are already familiar with it."

He tilts his head slightly, his smirk fading. "And yes, there is a catch. You will be operating with Inquisitorial backing. Which means your primary responsibility is to us. If we need your assistance in something, you will provide it. Beyond that stipulation, though, you are free to do freely do business and pursue whatever endeavors you so desire. So long as they help to serve Imperial interests, of course," he says, his smirk genuinely returning.

[Talkkno]

Ah, there is the catch. Inquisitors had a fearsome reputation Lucan felt disarmed in Hawthorne's presence. His eyes going wide with disbelief as he listened to the proposal.

"Why us?" He asks apprehensively, as he takes briefly look around the room, taking care to avoid looking into the Inquisitor's eyes directly.

[TheAmishPirate]

Truly, the Emperor works in mysterious ways...

Laoghaire's fingers trembled as they gripped his staff. Unlike his recently-incarcerated companion, he held no compunction against meeting the Inquistor's gaze with his own shining eyes. "Even with such a condition, this offer is beyond generosity." He bowed his head in respect. "You have my deepest thanks."

Although not necessarily his acceptance just yet. Not out of suspicion, of course, but simply the good sense to hear all the conditions before responding. Common courtesy.

[Retrokinesis]

That was certainly enough to draw her attention away from the squid. "That... would be our ship?" This was starting to make sense now. Every ship needed an Astropath and she had already proven her ability.

"Did you have any business in-mind to start with, Inquisitor?" Best to find out what he wanted before accepting. He wouldn't just offer something like that without a reason.

[Lix Lorn]

"...I would be honoured to aid His Inquisition, even without such a mighty gift." Lorraine says, entirely and completely overawed.

[Lycan 01]

Inquisitor Hawthorne smiles at Lorraine and the Missionary, pleased with their responses. However, Miriam and Lucan both earn a knowing smirk. "A suspicious mind is a healthy mind," he muses, before leaning forward in his chair. "Yes, actually, there is a certain matter you could assist us with. A glorified cargo run. There will be risk, but nothing a proper vessel and capable crew can't handle. You won't even be doing most of the work, unless you feel like getting more involved than you probably should be," he states with a cheery smile.

"As for why I picked you all for this opportunity..."

The Inquisitor's augmetic hand clicks and ticks as he flexes it, and points a finger at Lorraine. "Where most would have failed, you persevered. You carried out your duty, even in the face of certain death... or worse. You have shown a force of will and leadership skills that impressed even the Astartes. If I hadn't taken an interest in you... someone else would have."

He points to Lucan. "You're a cunning scoundrel, knowledgeable in business dealings both proper and under the table, not to mention firsthand knowledge of the Imperium's criminal underworld and connections within it. It is not uncommon for both Rogue Traders and the Inquisition to call upon such resources, and execution as a petty criminal would be a waste of your talents."

The Inquisitor turns slightly to point over at Miriam. "A proper Rogue Trader needs a proper Astropath. You've been properly sanctioned and trained, and you're well beyond most your age in terms of power and potential. You also have a great deal of experience in the service of Rogue Traders, for better or worse. Your abilities and insight will no doubt prove invaluable to this endeavor."

Finally, the Inquisitor casts his gaze over to the Laoghaire. "And my reasons for recruiting the Good Father here are quite simple. In the black of space and the outer reaches of the Imperium, the Light of the Emperor sometimes flickers. Missionaries of the Ecclesiarchy are necessary on Rogue Trader vessels, for spiritual guidance of the crew and other Faithful, and also so that they may offer insight and guidance in the Rogue Trader's dealings. They also tend to know the difference between a time for words, and a time for action..."

The Inquisitor leans back into his chair, and folds his hands back together. "Is that a good enough answer for you?" he asks with a wry little smile and a twinkle in his eerily blue eyes.

Oh wait, that's not a twinkle. His eyes are augmetic; the glowing blue irises shift and twirl as they focus back on Lucan and take stock of his reaction.

[Talkkno]

Never thought I would have been under Inquisitional scrutiny Lucan thinks as he straightens up as the Inquisitor takes stock of him, taking a deep breath. "Yes, Inquisitor, thank you for answering my question, I would be honored to serve." Lucan replies somewhat uneasily, as he tries to recall if he had ever heard of Inquisitor Hawthorne during his work with the Cold Trade.


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[TheAmishPirate]

The old priest glowed with joy at his honored appointment. And on top of that, his primary curiosities were already answered by the questions of the quick and youthful. A suspicious mind might be healthy, but the wise mind experienced far more peace. "What 'least of the work' shall we be doing? One hardly exercises a Black Charter to pop a package in the mailbox, unless the Inquisition is doing remarkably better than I've been told." He chuckled lightly.

[Retrokinesis]

Probably 'for worse', she thinks to herself. Still... the kind of lore the Inquisition could provide her with access to... "I would be honored to lend my powers to the Inquisition. However, I too would also like to know exactly what I would be getting myself in to".

Not that she had much choice, presumably, but if they were going to be devoured by tyranids or somesuch she'd rather they just shot her now. It would certainly be quicker.

[Lix Lorn]

"I... truly, I'm honoured." says Lorraine, barely above a murmur, such is her awe.

[Lycan 01]

Inquisitor Hawthorne chuckles heartily at the old cleric's remark. "Actually, that's essentially your job in this situation, metaphorically speaking. Are you familiar with the Deathwatch?" he asks, smiling pleasantly. "You will be rendezvousing with a Deathwatch Battle-Barge that has been assisting the Imperial Guard in the handling an recent Ork invasion. The Greenskin hordes have been broken, so the Astartes are leaving the rest of the purge to the valiant men and women of the Imperial Guard. However, while the ship is needed in other sectors, a Kill-Team aboard the vessel needs transportation to their next mission in a rather timely manner."

The Inquisitor's clockwork hand clicks and ticks as he gestures at the four individuals in front of him. "That is where you come on. You will be delivering the Deathwatch Kill-Team to their objective, provide support if needed, and should it be required, extracting them once their mission is concluded. Afterwards you shall return them to their Watch-Fortress, where they will be debriefed and you will receive further instruction. Time is of the essence, so you'd best not dally. Your ship has already been stocked with full crew, armament, and supplies, so if you're willing to accept my offer and take command of the ship..."

He pulls a data-slate from one of his desk's draws, and sets it down in front of them.

"I simply need you to sign on the dotted line," he states with a pleasant little smile.



(Lucan)

Inquisitor Amadeus Hawthorne is an apex predator when it comes to hunting those who deal with Xenos, Xenotech, Beast Houses, or the Cold Trade. More than a few prominent dealers and traders have disappeared, rumored to have been clandestinely silenced by the Inquisitor or agents tied to him, or having abandoned their business to flee from every shadow that may conceal the Inquisitor and his Acolytes.

He is very efficient, leaving few loose ends...

[Lix Lorn]

Lorraine responds almost immediately, giving a short bow before taking up the data slate and signing it.
"I could never refuse such an offer, especially when it comes from such a place. I will do all I can to aid them, and you."

[Talkkno]

"Never heard of the the Deathwatch before. Sounds like an obscure Astartes Chapter?" Lucan asks, taking a deep breath as he follows Lorraine's lead, signing the data slate in Low Gothic.

[Retrokinesis]

Miriam signs the dataslate as well, wordlessly. There was no point in checking for legal trickery or any such nonsense; if the Inquisition wanted them to do their bidding, they had far worse ways of making it happen.

Not that I have much of a choice, but this might actually turn-out well. We'll see. She'd never met or even seen an Astares before either so that would be interesting...

[TheAmishPirate]

Laoghaire ponders silently for a moment. "Deathwatch? I have heard the name before, but a name is all it is to me."

He signs the data slate when it passes to him, writing his name in flourishing High Gothic.

[Lycan 01]

The Inquisitor smiles pleasantly, and returns the data-slate to his desk. "The Deathwatch is a special order of Astartes which operates under Inquisitorial guidance and advisory. They perform special operations and tasks under the direction of the Ordo Xenos. The squad you'll be transporting has just finished up assassinating an Ork Warboss, which left his invasion force in utter turmoil and allowed the Guard to easily turn the tide of battle."

Inquisitor Hawthorne steeples his fingers under his chin again, and raises an eyebrow. "Do you have any further questions? Now that you're operating under Inquisitorial guidance yourselves, you're privy to slightly more information that the average Imperial citizen. Assuming you keep it in confidence, of course. Few in the Imperium know of the word 'Deathwatch,' let alone its definition and purpose... and we keep it that way." A certain chill may be felt in that final statement. Loose lips sink ships... or get you a bolt round through the skull, apparently.

[Retrokinesis]

"Just one, sir. What kind of support will we be expected to provide? I mean, a situation dangerous enough to require this Deathwatch... what help can lesser beings be?"

She couldn't imagine what it might be. They had just assassinated an ork warboss? Although she hadn't personally done that before it didn't sound at all easy.

[Talkkno]

"Going to have to agree with Miriam, I'm decent in a scrap and sneaking around, but can't imagine what I could do to help." Lucan remarks.

He recalled the murals that filled his childhood about the Astartes, Lucan wondered how much those depictions matched with reality, feeling a bit of of unease as he gave thought to prospect of meeting those legendary figures.

[TheAmishPirate]

"The smallest voice can still trigger a mighty avalanche," Laoghaire chimed in. "Small deeds are often a necessary part of great works. A humble Inquisition ship might accomplish what is impossible for a mighty Deathwatch Battle-Barge."

[Lycan 01]

The Inquisitor smiles. "As I said, you're not being asked to provide more than you're required to do. As it stand, all they need is transportation to their mission zone. If you should choose to offer them assistance, that is of your own accord. Perhaps you may use your ships sensors to provide tactical information or guidance, or provide heavy fire support if or when needed. You can try to personally assist the Astartes, but..." he frowns, "They may not take too well to the idea. Matters of honor, pride, tradition, and of course, secrecy may be at play... Though if they are willing to accept your assistance, then, well," he shrugs, "I suppose that option will be on the table for you, then."

[Talkkno]

"I'll do my best, don't know much about about voidships myself." Lucan replies uncertainly.

He had a feeling there was more than what the Hawthorne was telling, a test perhaps?

[Lix Lorn]

"I'll do everything in my power." Lorraine vows, eyes clear and bright.

[Retrokinesis]

"Alright then. I look forward to working with all of you. Where are we rendezvousing with them?"

This all seemed too easy for her. She was still waiting for the catch... if not from the Inquisitor, than from their destination.

[TheAmishPirate]

"And I shall keep the light of the Emperor burning bright and strong." Even as the old priest pledged his words, his eyes danced over the face of his elder. The Inquisition held no secrets, unless the cause was just and the need great. A newly-minted crew sent on a dangerous mission need not know every danger that awaited them. Better that their minds should be focused and free of worry.

Even so, it would be some small comfort to know if he should start steeling himself for the worst now...

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[Lycan 01]

As Laoghaire tries to scrutinize the Inquisitor, there's a dull thump from the aquarium, which attracts his attention. The strange xeno-squid thing is now plastered on the side of the container, sucking on the glass in an almost amusing or weirdly adorable fashion.

The Inquisitor smirks. "I think it likes you..." His gaze shifts over to Miriam. "I noticed you took an interest in it when you entered. If you'd like, you may take it with you. I can have some of my Acolytes transfer it aboard the vessel before you depart, as some supplies and crew are still being transferred aboard."


He looks up at Lucan, and smiles in a friendly fashion. "Do not worry. You will quickly grow accustomed to the stellar seas, and I'm sure your Captain and Astropath will be more than capable of filling you in on any pertinent details or advice you may need."

"As for the rendezvous," he muses, "That will take place in the star-docks above Gallemar IV, in the system that bears his name. The trip should take a week or so, provided the Warp currents match current projections. You'll be happy to know that your Navigator has been hand-picked from a fine House, though..." he frowns a bit, "They're not the most... personable sort. You may want to keep your socializing to a minimum with them, for the sake of your patience... and sanity."

[Retrokinesis]

Miriam smiles as the squid-thing demands attention. "D'aww, it just wants a hug!" Her eyes light up when the Inquisitor offers to let her take it. "You mean it?! I'd love to! Does it have a name? What do I feed it?" She regains her composure and clears her throat, "Thank you, Inquisitor, that it most generous of you. I am sure the Captain and I can assist our comrades with adapting to shipboard life".

Gallemar IV, hmm? Didn't ring any bells (or warning alarms) to her. She wonders, was the Inquisitor's warning for Lucan and Laoghaire? Navigators tended to be eccentric at best. Or was this particular Navigator extra-eccentric?

[Talkkno]

Lucan raises his eyes slightly at Miriam's reaction, as he takes a look at the squid like creature, as he tries to recall the legality of owning exotic pet like the squid like creature and if he had ever saw something like it when he worked in the Cold Trade.


Common Lore Underworld 40

Legality: [roll0]
Has Lucan seen it before: [roll1]

[TheAmishPirate]

Laoghaire smiles warmly at their fifth and newest crew member, though his expression turns graver at Hawthorne's news about their Navigator. "My doors will always be open for the crew...but duly noted."

While Lucan concerns himself with matters illegal, the old priest considers both the Navigator and their destination.

[Skill checks to come in the OOC thread.]

[Lycan 01]

And so, after a short discussion about proper squid-thing care and maintenance, the band of merry shipmates is offered escort back to the ship, which is already waiting in orbit to get underway. According to the Inquisitor, it has already been fully stocked with crew and supplies, including several contingents of shipboard soldiers and combat teams in case of boarding actions or other such things. As for squid-thing, some Acolytes will ensure it's properly transported and installed in whatever room or part of the ship they prefer.


Before long, the newly-minted Rogue Trader, Black Charter in hand, finds herself and her new trio of "trusted" advisers find themselves standing on the bridge of the Herald of Penance. Dozens of crew members and Tech-priests scurry back and forth between system controls, display screens, and cogitator banks, while a raised command deck dominates the center of the room. The Captain's Chair, which appears to be more like a gilded throne with red leather upholstery than a normal seat, currently lies unoccupied.

A few black-robed Acolytes of the Inquisitor are quick to provide the new commanders of the ship and crew with maps, passcards, key codes, and other information to help them get around. They can also answer any questions the Captain and Advisers may have, or point them in the right direction of certain things. The ship boasts quite a few noteworthy rooms or features, such as a Temple of the Emperor, a private library, several weapon batteries, military-grade barracks, and luxury quarters for the ship's command staff and any guests they may host.

No sign of the other command staff and advisers, if there are any. The Inquisitor spoke of a Navigator, but there are likely a few other key members of the Rogue Trader's retinue lurking about the ship...

Also, there's still the question of where the Cuddlefish will go.



Alright! Feel free to ask any questions, go explore parts of the ship, or chase after NPCs. There will definitely be an NPC Navigator, and probably a Cogboy and Arch-Militant as well. Do we need a Void Master to pilot the ship, or will one of y'all be taking the helm? :smalltongue:


Also, I know it's spelled cuttlefish. :smallwink:

[Retrokinesis]

Miriam's jaw drops lower and lower as the acolytes guide them around the incredible vessel. It was nothing like the ship she grew up on; she had an actual room to herself! Standing on the bridge, she pats the captain's throne. "Captain. Wow. Nice ship you have here. Did you see the librarium? I could spend the rest of eternity in there! Are you going to pilot it yourself?" She finishes her self-guided tour of the bridge and adds sheeishly, "Also, where are we going to put Sir Cuddles? I would suggest my room or the librarium".

[Talkkno]

..."Sir Cuddles?...Is that what you are going call that thing?" Lucan replies to Miriam with raised eyes.

[Retrokinesis]

The Astropath blushes but stands her ground. "Well he is a cuttlefish! Whatever that is. It fits! Besides, he's adorable!"

She frowns and mutters something about not asking him anyway.

[Talkkno]

"Whatever, wherever you put it, don't put it anywhere near me." Lucan replies with a wave of his hand.

[Lix Lorn]

"Seems fitting." says Lorraine with the slightest of smiles, thinking about the massive responsibilities of the - her - ship.

[TheAmishPirate]

"I think Sir Cuddles will do nicely in the Librarium. Those who wish to enjoy his company can do so freely, and he can always read if he grows bored." Laoghaire stepped into the brewing feud. A calm voice to ease the nerves and soothe the worries. Rare it was to see true anger over such a trifle. Far more common to see the fear of facing a new chapter in life rear its ugly head.

"As for myself, I should very much like to see the onboard Temple. You should all know that you are always welcome there, should you have need for council, comfort, or conversation. The doors will be open as long as I have the strength to keep them so." This he directed not only to those standing before him, but also to the various crew who might be present.

[Lycan 01]

The black-robed acolytes of the Inquisitor nod. "We will ensure that... Sir Cuddles... is safely situated in the Librarium," he says, giving a nod of his hooded head.

Another black robed acolyte nods to the Rogue Trader. "Do you require anything else, your lordship?" she asks with a small nod. "If you do not wish to pilot the ship yourself, we have an adequate operator in reserve, should you so desire their services..."

Meanwhile, several of the bridge crew grin warmly at the Missionary, seemingly happy to have a man of the clothe aboard the ship, and one with a kind heart and a glib tongue, no less! No doubt word will spread fast aboard the ship, and the crew will be even more inclined to visit the shipboard Chapel...

[Lix Lorn]

"That would be a generous service." she nods. "Thank you, Madam."

Turning to Laoghaire, she gives a short bow. "If you will, I would also like to pay my respects at the ship's temple."

[Talkkno]

"Well if anyone needs me, I'm going to the lower decks." Lucan remarks, taking his leave of the bridge, taking an elevator down to hab areas where most of the crew lived, buying a few drinks making small talk, trying to get a feel for the crew, there general mood and quirks of The Herald of Penance. Speaking in a manner that would have him seen just as a regular part of the crew, rather then the position he held in command.


Inquiry +10, 55
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[Lycan 01]

On the bridge, the black-robed Acolytes nod at the Captains request. One slips a hand into a hood, and he begins to whisper, presumably into a vox unit. His words are jumbled and nonsensical. He seems to be speaking in code.

After a moment, he withdraws his hand, and gives a nod. "Your helm shall be crewed shortly. A suitable pilot is en route."


---

Meanwhile, Lucan is able to make his way down to the lower decks, courtesy a few vertical transportation elevators and horizontal rail-cart systems which seem to span the length of the ship. Certainly beats walking!

However, his attempts to blend in don't exactly go well. His attire, mannerisms, and even his nature posture and body language stick out like a sore thumb to veteran void crews who have no doubt been trained by the Inquisition to recognize potential interlopers or clandestine threats.

Thankfully, he only receives quite a few suspicious stares and wary frowns, rather than a lynch mob or something unpleasant like that. They seem to at least recognize him as a new member of the command staff, rather than some sort of spy or something unpleasant like that. They warm up slightly when he begins to make small talk and exchange drinks, though, and he's at least able to discern that the crew are professional in their work and loyal in their service to the Throne. There shouldn't be any issues with them... aside from getting them to properly trust him, of course.

Perhaps he'll have better lucks in the Barracks?

[Talkkno]

Perceptive, the Inquisition is bound to have higher standards compared to most ships Lucan thought, as the left common crew areas and headed for the barracks. Straightening his posture a bit as he asks around for the location of the Master of Arm's office, deciding to pay a visit. Curious about his surroundings, as his previous journey on The Herald of Penance, he was confided to the passenger quarters.


Inquiry +10, 55
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[TheAmishPirate]

The crew's warm reception warms the old priest's heart. After all, they were charged with traveling to the far reaches of space, far beyond the known planets if they so chose. A bastion of Light on-board was a welcome blessing indeed.

"The company would be welcome, your lordship." Laoghaire gives a slight, deferential bow to their new Rogue Trader. "But if you would prefer to wait for your pilot, then I can enjoy the view from the helm a while longer."

[Retrokinesis]

Miriam really wanted to just head to the librarium and lock herself in there until they arrived at their destination but... she was the Chief Astropath on a Rogue Trader's vessel now and had important responsibilities. "I will be available should you need to send any astropathic communications, Captain. If any come through, I shall inform you immediately as well. I could tend to the bridge, and the pilot, if you wished to join Laoghaire in the chapel Captain... "

[Lycan 01]

Barracks

Lucan travels from the normal crew quarters towards the ship's barracks. The barracks could hold several thousand troops, personnel, or other military assets. No doubt the Inquisition had wanted the ability to quickly move shock troops and reinforcements towards strategic objectives. The exploits of the men and women who were transported by this ship are likely classified, their glory and sacrifice forever known only to the highest echelons of the Inquisition, and the Emperor himself...

"Lookin' for Harrow?" a voice asks almost as soon as Lucan steps foot into the barracks.

A mousy young woman in carapace armor is seated at a nearby table, field stripping a (highly modified and customized) boarding shotgun. Her blue eyes glint playfully from beneath her short brown bangs. "You must be part of the new management. If you're curious about the quality of your henchman, you've got nothing to worry about," she smirks. "We're all veterans of stellar combat and boarding actions. Pirates, marauders, greenskins... Some of the Spacehounds even have a few Eldar kills, or so word has it."

She then jerks her head to the side, gesturing towards a large doorway. "Harrow's on the training field, running drills. Head on through there, and follow the yelling."

[Lix Lorn]

"That would be excellent." Lorraine nods, as if that had solved some inner conflict, and gives a short bow to the bridge. "Gentlemen; my apologies for the abrupt exit."

[Talkkno]

"Names Lucan, you'd be right, I'm one of the new command staff." Lucan replies cordially, shaking her hand, as she remarks on the Spacehounds feats he asks.

"Sounds like quite a history, is there a trophy room?" Lucan asks curiously

[Lycan 01]

Barracks

"Lieutenant Suran Trevol," the mousy girl replies with a lopsided grin, and accepts Lucan's handshake. "Nah, no trophy room. We've got strict orders against lootin' spoils. Plus, nobody wants to be the one to grab the wrong trinket and get The Big I breathin' down our necks," she quips. "Tattoos work just fine for showing off, though. Some of the Spacehounds - our little nickname for the 'top dogs' of our ranks - look like walking storybooks or something," she snickers.

She then looks him over appraisingly. "So what's your deal, Mister Lucan? You're not wearing a fancy uniform or weird hat, so I'm going to guess you're not our new Captain. You ain't got the creepy-ass Psyker vibe going, and you sure as hell ain't a cogboy. Diplomatic adviser or something like that, then?" she surmises.


---
Temple

A few elevator and transport cart rides later, Laoghaire and Lorraine find themselves in front of a pair of massive, gilded doors.

Stepping inside, they find themselves in a massive, Gothic cathedral. The ceiling hangs high above them, with great arches sporting all manner of sculpture and iconography. Massive stained-glass windows line the walls, illuminated by backlighting to imitate real sunlight filtering through the images of the Emperor and his fabled exploits. Dozens and dozens of pews are lined and rowed, with a large pulpit and several choir boxes at the far end of the sanctuary.

In the back left corner, a humble confession box has been set up. And in the far right corner, there is a small, modest shrine of the Omnissiah, for the technologically inclined outside of the Adeptus to pay their respects.

In fact, while the pews are all empty of souls, there is a red-cloaked figure kneeling directly in front of the shrine of the Omnissiah. A small servo-skull is hovering next to them, an incense burner dangling from its little claws. The figure itself appears to be cleaning the shrine with an piece of clothe, with the occasional beep or chirp of techno-speak echoing from their corner of the cathedral...



---
Bridge

Miriam is left alone on the bridge. Well, alone aside from the bridge crew and the cloaked acolytes of the Inquisition. Nobody really seems to acknowledge the Astropath, aside from the occasional curious look. It seems they're all quite used to Astropaths being on deck, though not one as young as her.

The pneumatic entrance doors suddenly hiss open. "Magnificent! Simply magnificent!" a female voice enthusiastically proclaims, shortly before its owner strides through the portal and onto the bridge itself.

The woman looks to be in her late 20's or so, with light brown skin and vibrant jade-green eyes. Her raven-black hair is pulled back into a long braid, which dangles down almost to the small of her back. She has on a crisp white naval uniform, highlighted with gold bordering and filigree, with several medals and colorful service ribbons pinned on her chest. She also wears a white-and-gold peaked cap with a jet-black brim, which is tilted slightly in a roguish fashion. A modest las-pistol is holstered on her right side side, while a chainsword hangs from her left, its handle and scabbard sport gold iconography and engravings. And a decorative cape of rich crimson billows in her wake, giving her entrance an even more dramatic flair.

"Oh, such a beauty..." the woman observes to herself, grinning from ear to ear. A haggard-looking servo skull hovers along behind her carrying a satchel, and a few missing chips of bone from its cranium only serve to make it look even more beleaguered. "I can't wait to get to know it better. Chip, be a darling and get my quarters in order while I find our new Captain," she cheerfully informs her robotic companion. It gives a beep of acknowledgement, before zipping back through the doorway.

The woman then gives several quick glances around the bridge, taking in its layout while also presumably looking for the Captain. "Magnificent helm, excellent layout, though no sign of the-" She freezes as she finally realizes Miriam is standing nearby, and turns slightly to regard the Astropath with curiousity. "Oh! Hello!" she chimes, flashing a grin. "You must be the ship's Astropath. Quartermistress Karliah Telvanni, pleased to make your acquaintance," she nods respectfully. "May I ask as to where the Captain is? Or are you the current Officer on Deck?"

[Talkkno]

"Something like that, yes. Got any tattoos yourself?" Lucan replies, returning the smile in kind, as he finished shaking her hand, returning it to his side.

[Lycan 01]

Barracks

Suran's lopsided grin returns. "Oh, I've got a few. Not sure I can show them to you, though. Fraternization rules and all that," she says with a dismissive wave of her hand, her grin turning a bit playful. "Why do you ask? Got some ink yourself, or just a eye for fine art?"

[Talkkno]

Lucan chuckles, as he replies "Just wondering if you had any stories go along with them. Nice meeting you Lieutenant. Let me know if you spot any trouble, I'm off to see the Master-at-arms."

Lucan gives Suran a small nod before heading to the training field.

[Lycan 01]

Barracks

Suran gives a dainty little wave. "Until next time."


The Training Field isn't too hard for Lucan to find. There are signs to point the way to various locations in the barracks - cafeteria, medical offices, rec rooms, shooting ranges, among other things. And as he nears the training field, a very loud and powerful voice can be heard bellowing orders.

"UP! DOWN! UP! DOWN! C'MON YOU GROTZ WORK THOSE ARMS!!"

The Training Field itself, once Lucan enters it, is a large open area, almost like a massive gymnasium or indoor track field. There's a large elliptical running track, an obstacle course, a few patches of turf, dirt, and other terrains, and some observation bleachers. Several dozen soldiers are currently doing push-ups in formation, stripped down to just their fatigues and undershirts, visibly drenched in sweat but showing no signs of slowing down.

And standing in front of them is a hulking brute of a man. Easily dwarfing Lucan in both statue and size, he seems to fit the image of a veteran soldier quite well. Clad in old Guard fatigue pants and a sleeveless white shirt, his well-toned and muscular body is a sharp contrast to his crew-cut of salt-and-pepper grey hair. His left arm appears to be augmetic, with gunmetal alloys melding into scarred flesh right at the shoulder. His right arm sports more than a few scars as well, ranging from small cuts and burns to what looks like a rather nasty set of bite marks. And to top it off, a rather large bolt-gun hangs at his side from a worn leather strap, like a normal man would wear a satchel. Its weight doesn't seem to bother him...

As Lucan approaches, the man looks back over his shoulder at him. Cold grey eyes narrow and study Lucan for a moment, before he turns his attention back to the soldiers. "ALRIGHT BOYS AND GIRLS, HIT THAT TRACK AND GIVE ME FIVE LAPS RAPID!" The soldiers quickly follow his orders, hopping up and racing onto the track.

With the soldiers taken care of, the massive soldier turns around to face Lucan directly. He works his square jaw for a moment as he takes stock of the stranger who's just walked onto his training field.

After a moment, the old soldier extends his right hand. "Commander Conrad Harlow," he states factually. His expression stays neutral, without even a hint of a smile as he waits for Lucan's response.

[Talkkno]

Lucan extends his hand for a handshake as he replies with a cordial smile, as he straightens his posture. "Lucan Steele, I'm one of the new command staff, I'd take it you are the Master-of-arms?"

[Retrokinesis]

Miriam frowns briefly as the flash woman enters; she often forgets exactly how obvious her abilities are to anyone who can see her eyes. She quickly feigns a smile and nods to the new arrival, "Miriam, of the Adeptus Astra Telepathica. You must be the new pilot they mentioned. Captain Lorraine was expecting you. She's down in the chapel with Laoghaire at the moment. I believe Mr. Steele is skulking around the lower decks somewhere. No idea where our navigator is, though".

She stand there rather awkwardly for a few moments before realizing she should probably say something. "So, Miss uh... Telvanni, was it? Have you piloted vessels like this one before? It is quite something".

[Lycan 01]

Bridge

"The Navigator is in his sanctum, M'Lady," one of the black-clad Acolytes observes factually. "The door on the far left, behind you. Be warned; he is not the most personable sort. He prefers communique via the ship's vox-systems," he says, gesturing a gloved hand at a nearby vox-systation near the helm.

"And with everyone accounted for, I believe we are no longer needed," the other remarks, as she gives a polite bow of her hooded head.

"The Emperor Protects," they both say in unison, flashing the hand-sign of the Aquila. And with that, the two Acolytes turn and quit the bridge, no doubt heading down to the hangar to depart via whatever craft brought Miss Telvanni.

The pilot herself gives a cheerful grin at Miriam. "Oh yes, I've piloted quite a few vessels, ma'am. From gun-cutters to dropships to frigates," she enthusiastically replies. "I've spent the last several years piloting a Systems Defense Frigate. She was a bit bigger than this one, but nowhere near as graceful and elegant. Function over form, rather than a nice mix like this seems to be."

Quartermistress Telvanni then begins to stride over towards the helm, admiring it gleefully. "Oh, this is going to be such fun. Care to tell me what we're sailing into? If it's stormy stellar seas or hostile territory, don't worry. I've flown through a Warp storm, and helmed a vessel through more than a few combat actions. Even managed to ram a pirate Raider just right so their bow broke off, and then lined up the perfect broadside. Heee, she burned so beautifully..." the Void-Mistress squeals in nostalgic reverie.

...yep, the Inquisition sure knows how to pick 'em.



---
Barracks

Commander Harlow's grip is like a vice. Hopefully Lucan doesn't flinch before the veteran soldier releases his (possibly bruised) hand.

"Affermative," the hulking brute nods. "I'm in charge of the vessel's armsmen. Training, gear, tactics, organization, boarding actions, away parties, you name it, I've got a hand in it," he remarks factually. "Did you have a specific thing you wished to inquire after or inspect, or may I return to training these worthless squigs?" he growls with an almost bored tone, giving a small tilt of his head over towards the soldiers jogging down the length of the running track.

[Talkkno]

Lucan flinches a bit from pain as he finished the handshake, putting his hand under his coat and wriggling it for a moment before returning it to his side.
"You seem to run a tight ship Commander. Wouldn't want to interrupt the training of the troops, nice meeting you." Lucan replies with a somewhat uneasy smile, as heads back to the area where he meet Suran, speaking to surroundings armsmen in causal conversation, gauging what they thought about their commander.


Inquiry +10, 55
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[TheAmishPirate]

[Temple]

Laoghaire, with the assistance of his faithful staff, slowly took the long walk down into the Temple with Lorraine. With every step, he felt the light upon not only his face, but his heart grow ever brighter. Here was the pen where - through the Emperor's strength - he would gather up not only the flock onboard, but where he would usher in the lost souls of the galaxies. And he would not be shaken, no matter what lay before them.

He opened his mouth, then immediately closed it upon spying the red-robed worshiper in the front. If he would reach the front of the Temple before they finished, he would stand there, staff in hand, basking in the light of his Emperor.

(OOC Note: I am pleased that I'll have a confessional to work with. I was going to suggest putting one in. :smallbiggrin:)

[Lycan 01]

Barracks

Commander Harlow studies Lucan for a moment, almost like a predator studying its adversary for signs of weakness.

After a tense and likely awkward moment of silence, the hulking soldier raises his right hand, and gives a crisp, proper salute. "Emperor Guide You," he grunts, before turning back towards the platoon of jogging armsmen. "ALRIGHT YOU SORRY GRETCHIN, GET IN FORMATION!! DOUBLE TIME DOUBLE TIME MOVE THOSE LEGS!!" he bellows, his harsh commands echoing behind Lucan as he leaves the training field.

Back in the main "lobby" of the Barracks, which has several workbenches, supply lockers, and tables for soldiers to work or rest at, Lucan finds a few armsmen scattered around. However, trying to learn more about the Commander from them proves to be... difficult.

It seems they don't take too kindly to outsiders asking after one of their own. No doubt due to both Inquisitional handling and natural camaraderie. The recidivist is met with more than a few wary stares or sidelong glares, and most of the info he gathers is bare-bones at best. Commander Harrow hails from Catachan, was once a Stormtrooper, and spent several years as an Ork P.O.W. They prove quite unwilling to share their personal thoughts on the man himself, though.

They don't seem to hesitant to share their thoughts on Lucan, though, judging from the whispers and furtive glances amongst the men and women observing his quest for information...

Suran is now polishing her helmet, smirking and shaking her head in amusement - no doubt at Lucan's excellent first impressions on the other armsmen.


----
Temple

The red-robed figure will eventually conclude their tending of the Omnissiah's shrine, locking their hands together in the cog-sign of the Machine God, before waving their hands through the incense cloud the servo-skull has created.

They then turns, not towards the exit, but towards Laoghaire and Loraine. They then begins to step towards them, with a slight limp. Upon closer inspection, particularly as he passes through the colorful shafts of light cast through the stained-glass windows, much more about them becomes readily apparent.

The figure is clearly a servant of the Omnissiah, judging from the (quite weathered and oil-stained) red robes of the Adeptus Mechanicus that shroud their body, as well as the breathing-and-vox apparatus that takes up the lower half of his face. His right eye is a dull brown hue, while the left has been replaced by a brass-rimmed cybernetic lens that gives off a dull red glow. A black-and-white skull-cog medallion dangles from his neck, and a few glimpses of glinting metal (and strange movements) can be seen through the tears and rips in his cloak.

The figure approaches them, before pausing, studying them for a moment, and then folding his hands together in the cog-sign of the Omnissiah. "Blessings of the Machine-God upon you, My Liege, and you as well, Emissary of the Ecclesiarchy," he states with a nod to Loraine and Laoghaire, his mechanically-timbered voice sounding aloof, detached, and rather tranquil. "I feel satisfaction from this opportunity to meet. I am Explorator Hiram Kavatch. I am the ranking representative of the Adeptus Mechanicus aboard the Herald of Penance," he drones, "And am quite knowledgeable of its specifications, workings, features, and... 'quirks.' If you have any questions, comments, or concerns regarding the vessel, its tending, or the 'Ad-Mech' elements about, you are always welcome to speak with me about such things."

Friendly fellow, for a cogboy...

[Lix Lorn]

Lorraine greets his sign with the two headed aquila of the emperor, and a short bow.
"I am honoured to meet any of our brothers in the Mechanicus." she says smoothly. "It pleases me that this ship... my ship... has such a dedicated techpriest looking after her."

She sounds deadly serious, and many would think her words were far too polite - perhaps that's why they seem so true? Even the implied modesty of her words seems honest, where a lesser politician would make themselves hates for using such a dishonest, false modesty.

[TheAmishPirate]

Temple

The old priest performs the signs and bows alongside his Rogue Trader. "Blessings upon you as well, Explorator Kavatch. I am Laoghaire of the Ecclesiarchy. May our journey together be fruitful."

"I'm afraid my area of expertise onboard stays mainly to the souls it carries and the souls it encounters, so I do not think I will avail you too frequently for professional assistance." Rather notably, personal business is left on the table. Iron sharpens iron, after all. "But I am curious; how does the Herald of Pennance treat those in its care?"

[Talkkno]

Frustrated, Lucan to goes to speak with Suran.
"Perspective lot, normally don't run into roadblocks like this often."

[Retrokinesis]

Miriam sighs. So their pilot was perhaps a little eccentric. Who that you've met recently isn't, though? Agreeing with herself, she feigns another smile for the Quartermistress. "I believe it was called... Gallemar IV? Yes, that was it. Do you know anything about it? I've never been there myself".

She cats her gaze at the vox next to the navigator's sanctum but remains near the helmswoman. One at a time, hmm?

[Lycan 01]

Chapel

The Explorator gives a nod. "The Herald treats those in its care rather well. The machine-spirit is young and vivacious, with a thirst for service. It tends to be rather... excitable... and prone to being... curious," he explains in tranquil aloofness. "It seems to recognize when certain goals are being pursued, and is more than willing to lend its services for such endeavors. However, it can also be a bit..."

He looks around, not at the chapel, but at the vessel beyond the walls, encompassing them all. He seems to be looking for the right words... and trying to avoid the wrong ones. "Hard to motivate. The sensors tend to suffer from a lack of range and power when the vessel is not actively participating in some form of pursuit or quest, for example," he explains in his detached, mechanical monotone. "Beyond that small quirk, though, the Herald suffers from no other mechanical or spiritual flaws, so long as it is treated with the proper care and respect that it deserves."



Barracks

The mousy girl flashes a lopsided grin at Lucan. "You must remember who our previous employers were, Mister Lucan," Suran advises to him cordially. "We have all been trained and instructed to recognize outsiders, and individuals who would seek to infiltrate our ranks, uncover secrets, and otherwise try to cause trouble for us or the Imperium which we so loyally serve. It's only natural that you would catch their scrutiny, and earn their suspicion," she muses, before giving a dismissive wave of her hand. "On the plus side, at least none of them have tried to kill you yet for being some sort of heretical infiltrator or something like that. 'Better safe than sorry.' They'll no doubt be reporting your activities down here to their higher-ups, though."

The soldier snickers. "Perhaps you may wind up having to hear security reports about yourself after this..."




Bridge

Karliah's eyes light up, before she flashes a curious grin. "Oh? You don't say. Yes, I've heard a bit about Gallemar IV. Not too noteworthy in and of itself, but there's been quite a bit of scuttlebutt going around. Supposedly, it was invaded by greenskins not too long ago, but the System Defense Fleets and the PDF were able to blunt most of the assault, with the help of Imperial Guard and Imperial Navy reinforcements. Last I heard, it was a major victory for the Imperium, and things were going back to normal. Any reason why we're heading there?" she inquires curiously.

Apparently, the "official" story is a bit different from the one the Inquisitor shared earlier...

[Talkkno]

"Probably, guess you get sloppy after being locked up in a cell for a couple of months." Lucan replies in kind, giving a small chuckle as he asks, as he wriggles his right hand for a moment.

"What do you think of Commander Harlow? My hand still hurts from shaking his hand from earlier."

[Retrokinesis]

So Deathwatch's presence there wasn't commonly known. Interesting. They must have wanted to downplay how serious the invasion was by hiding Astares involvement?

Miriam smiles (for real this time) at the pilot, giving Karliah her best "important officer" grin. Which, granted, wasn't particularly impressive coming from a blind teenaged girl but its the thought that counts. "Oh, you weren't informed? I suppose they must be keeping it rather quiet for morale reasons. This doesn't leave this room, are we clear? We are to rendezvous with a Deathwatch kill-team and escort them to their next mission. Apparently, they're needed away from the main Astares force quickly".

[TheAmishPirate]

[Temple]

"And it will have respect and care in full. A poor team it is that does not honor the vessel that carries them." Laoghaire nods in satisfaction. "It seems a wonderful ship, well-suited to our cause; I believe that it will have its taste of adventure in due time."

[Lycan 01]

[Barracks]

The armswoman studies Lucan for a moment after his remark about being locked up. Eventually, though, she grins crookedly. "Guess it musta been an Arbite cell, huh? No wonder you're 'rusty.' If it'd been a Navy brig, you'd have either come out looking like most of us... or not at all," she leers.

The then gives a harsh chuckle, not unlike a hyena. "Harrow tried to break your hand, huh? Yeah, he's a tough bastard. It's to be expected, though. He's Catachan, and a damn good leader. But on top of that, he spent several years as an Ork POW. A man or woman who lives through that has to be tough as ceramite, yeah?" she nods.

"He's a man of action and directness, though, so if you try talking to him again... just wing it," Suran deadpans. "He'd rather you be an honest fool than try to talk to him with rehearsed lines and honeyed words."



Bridge

The helmswoman looks confused as Miriam tells her about their mission. The name "Deathwatch" doesn't seem to ring any bells. However, at the mention of Astartes...

"Astartes? Real ones?" Karliah gasps, taking a step back in shock. "We're to transport Astartes? I am to transport Astartes?!" she asks, eyes wide with awe and a bit of horror. "Oh, I am unworthy of such an honor! But you have my word, ma'am, that I will see to it that they reach their destination and goals, no matter the cost! It shall be an honor and a privilege!"

Going from a Systems Defense Fleet post to being a chauffeur for the Emperor's angels? The poor Quartermistress seems almost overwhelmed by the thought of such blessed service to the Throne...

[Talkkno]

"Been in a navy brig before?" Lucan asks, piqued his interest when she made he comparison.

[Retrokinesis]

Miriam smiles, completely honestly this time. It really was exciting, getting to see the legendary space marines up close. Or, at least, she hoped it would be. "Oh, yes. Special Inquisitorial Astares and everything. I'm curious as to the nature of their assignment, actually, and why they need our help... "

Now was as good a time as any to deal with that other matter. "Tell me, do you know anything about our navigator? I've been informed only that he's rather impersonal".

[Lix Lorn]

Lorraine gives a slight smile. "Far worse quirks have been tolerated in His service. I am sure it will do its best for us."

[Lycan 01]

Bridge

The helmswoman gives a small shake of her head. "No, ma'am. I know nothing of this ship or it's crew. I was told that my service record and piloting abilities made me a prime candidate for a special assignment, according to some agents claiming to be working for the Inquisition. They were very hush-hush about it all, though I was treated with quite a bit of hospitality. It wasn't until I was tossed into a Lander and on my way shipboard that they gave me the data-slate with some info on the ship and its crew. I haven't had a chance to look through the dossiers," she says with a shrug.



Barracks

"Classified," Suran replies with a coy smirk. "Most of the armsmen aboard this vessel have had much of their records either classified, expunged, or both. Quite a few of us are technically MIA or KIA, depending on which Administratum official you ask. I think I died fighting a heretic boarding party over Malachor V," the starship trooper aloofly muses.

[Talkkno]

"Is that the case for the rest of the crew as well?" Lucan asks, the pain from his hand starting to fade.

[Lycan 01]

Barracks

Suran gives a shake of her head. "Not really. Most of the crew are your standard lot of voidfarers, mixed in with some Naval or System Defense Fleet vets. Not really many with scrubbed or otherwise noteworthy records, aside from a few deck officers and such who've proven their ability to work and lead under intense pressure," the armswoman replies offhandedly.

She then tilts her head to the side, and frowns a bit. "If you're looking to meet some other important crew or officers, there aren't really too many aboard, aside from the new Captain and whoever else came with you. There's an Explorator who tends to the Ad-Mech elements and ship maintenance, and of course, Harrow. I guess you could try your luck with the Navigator," she says as her frown turns into a bit of a scowl. "Never met him myself. Don't rightly want to..."

[Talkkno]

"Ah thanks for the information, are you off duty? I apologize if I've been an distraction." Lucan replies apologetically.

[Lycan 01]

Barracks

The officer gives a shake of her head. "Nah, I'm just tending to my gear, killing time 'til I drill my squads. It's been no trouble at all. Besides," she smirks, "It's good to see our new command staff has at least a sliver of interest in the grunts below deck. Until next time, Sir," she says with a cheery wave.

[Retrokinesis]

"A dossier, hmm? May I? I haven't had a chance either and, to be honest, I'm curious about our new comrades as well".

She mainly wanted to see her own dossier, of course, but the others might be useful in a pinch. Knowledge is power, guard it well after all! The priest and her new Captain seemed to have some history and that Lucan character was obviously a criminal of some kind. It would be best if she new exactly what she was dealing with...

[Lycan 01]

Temple

"Wise and accurate assessments on both your parts," the Explorator observes in his tranquil, detached monotone. "I believe the Herald shall fare well under your care, and you under its. If you have no further need of me or questions to seek answers to, I will take my leave now. Though not necessary, it would be prudent for me to oversee the rituals, rites, and preparation procedures needed for the Herald to depart port and enter Warp transit."

The raises his hands to form the cog-seal of the Mechanicus again. "Blessings of the Omnissiah upon you both, Lord-Captain and Revered Father."

And with that, the esteemed cogboy departs, unless either of them have more to say to him.



Bridge

Karliah smiles sheepishly. "The dossiers are among my personal effects, which I last saw being taken by the ratings to be delivered to my private quarters. You are welcome to drop by later to peruse them, if you wish," she offers. "I presume our quarters won't be far apart, so it should be easy to find each other if we have need of something or simply wish to chat."

Well, it seems the Quartermistress doesn't have any aversion to being friendly and chatty with psykers. Though it makes sense, really. A helsmwoman is often in close proximity to Navigators and/or Astropaths, often leading to them having very positive or negative feelings towards such individuals, depending on their experiences.

[Retrokinesis]

Well. Miss Telvanni seemed friendly enough. Time to see what else this vessel had to offer. "Wonderful meeting you, Quartermistress. I'm going to go find my own quarters and see what's what. You have the bridge. Please inform me when the Captain returns!"

The Astropath turns to exit the bridge and find her quarters, wherever those may be... Maybe she had some dossiers as of her own there?

[Lycan 01]

Bridge

The helmswoman nods, and gives a crisp salute. "Understood, ma'am."

One of the bridge crew tells Miriam how to get to her quarters. Exiting the hallway, she just has to turn down a few halls and corridors; there are several private quarters nearby, with one for the Captain, and several more for their advisers and bodyguards. She's also told there are some luxury passenger quarters a few decks down, if she'd prefer some place more secluded or quiet.

A servo-skull is called for, and it leads Miriam to her room near the bridge; it seems a room has already been picked out specifically for her.

Upon arriving, she'll find that her private quarters are indeed hospitable, even luxurious. The room is large, with a writing desk, wardrobe, bookshelf, chairs, and a large bed, all made from dark-grained wood of some rare and no-doubt expensive breed. The room also features a lot of gold and red, though she probably doesn't - or can't - notice. There are also a few doors that lead to closets and a private bathroom.

And of course, it's obvious what makes this room Miriam's. A special circle has been etched into the floor, engraved with runes and sigils around its borders; it seems to be a focus point for meditation, study, astropathy, and other psychic activites. There are also several charms on the desk, as well as a few parchment maps which, if examined, will show the major astropathic routes and information channels in some of the local or more commonly traveled systems. Potentially useful stuff...

[Talkkno]

"I'll see you around lieutenant" Lucan remarks as he waves in kind, as he heads back to the bridge, wondering if any of the other command staff were still there.

[Lycan 01]

Bridge

Lucan eventually finds himself back on the bridge! It looks much the same. Only now there's no Captain, preacher, or astropath, and there's now a dark-skinned woman in a white naval uniform standing in their stead. She's casually leaning against the gilded railing near the helm, and upon seeing Lucan, she cracks a smile. "Oh hey, you must be another member of the command staff."

She steps away from the railing, and raises her right hand in a relaxed salute. It seems she's either quite casual for a naval officer, which is odd considering the medals and ribbons on her chest, or she's assuming Lucan is more down-to-earth judging from his weathered duster and how he carries himself. The latter is probably more likely.

"Quartermistress Karliah Telvanni," she introduces herself with a crooked grin, her green eyes shining with enthusiasm. "I'm the new helmswoman for the Herald. And you are?"

[Talkkno]

"Name's Lucan Steele, I'm one of the new command staff, nice to meet you. have the Captain left the bridge?" He remarks with a small nod, as he offers a handshake with his right hand.

[TheAmishPirate]

Laoghaire will have nothing more to say, merely giving the appropriate farewells. Once their cogboy is gone, he turns to his new Rogue Trader. "Would you care to join me for the evening* prayers, your Ladyship?"

*Insert appropriate time of day here.

[Lix Lorn]

"I would be honoured." she says, with a slight dip of the head.

[Lycan 01]

Bridge

Karliah accepts Lucan's extended hand, giving it a firm shake. "A pleasure. And no, I have not seen the Captain yet, here or otherwise," she says with an apologetic smile. "I met the Astropath, though; I believe she's gone to examine her quarters."




Chapel

There don't seem to be any other crew members in the temple. Perhaps it's not yet time for prayers?

Or maybe everyone is just at their stations, awaiting orders to cast off and get the ship under way...

[TheAmishPirate]

"I know that it is a bit early for prayers, but I don't think our Emperor will mind the extra prayers overmuch." Laoghaire reverently walked to the alter, and knelt down before it, leaning heavily on his staff for support.

In a rich, clear voice, he started to pray aloud:

"Great Emperor of Mankind, your servants pray to your holy and divine name..."

"We thank you for the generous and mighty hand you have shown to us, bringing us all to a ship beyond our wildest hopes and tasking us with your good work. You have shown undeserved kindness to your servants, and we thank you with every breath we take."

"I know not the hearts of the men and women aboard our vessel, whether they bask in your light or have struck out their own ways into the dark. For those who carry your light, watch over and protect them from temptation. Give them the strength to pass through their trials, and show them the ways of escape from temptation. For those whose hearts lurk in darkness, I pray that you will guide them back to the fold. Let the glimmer that still remains endure on and grow until they are once again restored to you. Give us the strength and will to cut away all that hinders, and reside only in your Light."

"Guide us with your wisdom along the journey we now take. Watch over us all, and let us not falter in the face of danger or in the shadow of death. Let each perform their task to the best of their ability, and rest free of anxiety knowing we have done all we can do, no matter what may come. And let us not seek our own glory and position, but instead fight on for your glory and the good of all."

"Amen."

[Talkkno]

Lucan nods as he asks causally "Ah, thank you. New eh? Got assigned this ship just a few weeks ago I'm guessing?"

[Lycan 01]

Bridge

Quartermistress Telvanni smiles sheepishly at Lucan. "Actually, I was assigned today. I only just got aboard less than an hour ago," she corrects him.

Her eyes then widen a bit. "Oh, but don't think that means I'm inexperienced!" she protests, trying to correct any false impressions. "I've served in the void for many years, and spent several of them at the helms of various vessels for System Defense Fleets. I've helped to take down more than a few pirate and raider vessels," she says with a proud grin.


A sudden beep comes from a nearby control panel. Karliah gives it a curious look, but the rest of the bridge crew react differently.

Much differently.

Several of the bridge crew pale slightly, looks of discomfort flashing across their faces. A few shift their weight, looking rather uncomfortable.

The console beeps again. A nearby ensign looks back and forth between the console and the two ranking officers on deck, before the stellar sailor coughs to get their attention.

"That's one of the ship-board vos systems. That one is a direct link..." he pales a bit, "To the Navigation Sanctum."

Well, that's certainly not ominous...

[Retrokinesis]

Miriam takes a long look around her quarters. They're gorgeous, of course, but it's the records and inlaid circle that intrigue her the most. She carefully exams them, attempting to discern their exact usefullness.

[Lix Lorn]

Lorraine shuts her eyes as the priest begins his speech, as if wishing the words would penetrate deeper into her being. When he finishes, she fervently echoes the amen, making the sign of the aquila with a precision that some missionaries could not achieve.

[Talkkno]

"Is something wrong?" Lucan asks, confused why the crew seems so agitated.

[Lycan 01]

Bridge

The bridge crew exchange uncomfortable glances.

"The Navigator wishes to speak with the Captain, or acting deck officer," one of the crewmembers observes.

Helmswoman Telvanni looks over at Lucan, and points back and forth between them a few times, visibly confused. "What did you say your role aboard this ship was?" she asks, unsure of which of them is technically in charge right now.




Chapel

Amen and all that jazz.

It's nice to worry about the health of the soul and whatnot, but there may be more pertinent matters to attend to. Like getting the ship under way?




Mariam's Quarters

The circles and charms won't really improve or alter her natural abilities to a noteworthy degree, but they certainly look like they'd allow some degree of comfort during meditation and such things. Besides, you never know when an Aquila charm carved from some strange gemstone will come in handy...

[TheAmishPirate]

[Chapel]

Laoghaire rises to his feet, the light in his own soul refreshed once more for the journey ahead. "I think I will look after this place until we are away. Should you find yourself in need of me after that, your Ladyship, I shall be acquainting myself with the crew."

The venerable priest bowed as low as his age and staff would allow. "Your ship awaits, Lord-Captain, and may the Emperor's hand be with us all."

[Lix Lorn]

She bows in return, matching his.
"My thanks, father. I shall return to the bridge presently."

She will turn and head to the bridge.

[TheAmishPirate]

[Chapel]

Left alone in the Chapel, Laoghaire fancies a closer look at the place. After all, he plans to spend a great deal of time here; it would be wise to get a feel of the place first. He walks the pews, inspecting for damages or missing texts. While he's at it, he flips through whatever is in the pews; hymnals, scriptures, pads of paper, or nothing if the pews are so unadorned. Next, the priest sits in the confessor side of the confessional, then in his own seat. The repenting soul should feel comforted and at ease, not unduly intimidated and fearing for their life. His final specific inspection is reserved for the pulpit, where he would presumably speak to his flock. So long as it was functional, he would be satisfied.

As for the rest of the temple, he wanders the area in a mix of silent mediation and thorough inspection.

[Talkkno]

"Not really sure myself, I guess you could say I'm kind of a troubleshooter. " Lucan replies, taking a quick glance around the bridge before continuing.

"Why does the Navigator make people so agitated?" Lucan asks Telvanni quietly.

[Lycan 01]

Bridge

The helmswoman smiles meekly. "I, uh, only got aboard just shortly before you arrived. I would assume this Navigator has certain traits that make him... unpleasant to interact with," she says, frowning. "The older and more experienced a Navigator is, the more tendency they have towards madness and mutation. Or... so I've heard..."

And then the Captain arrives on deck! Every deckhand immediately straightens their posture, the nearest ones to her snapping off crisp salutes. Karliah takes note of this, and immediately snaps to attention as well, her right hand snapping up to salute her new Captain. "Ah, you must be the Captain!" she observes, grinning widely. "Quartermistress Karliah Telvanni, at your service! I am to be your new helmswoman, I'm told."

One of the nearby deck crew coughs, and gestures at the beeping vox station. "Lord-Captain? The Navigator is trying to address the acting bridge officer. Would you like... one of us to answer it?" he offers, though he clearly fidgets a bit at the thought. "Or would you prefer to answer personally?"

[Lix Lorn]

Lorraine gives a pleasant nod to the quartermistress. "It's good to meet you."

She surveys the bridge, nodding in approval, and then looks to the speaking crewman. "I believe I should begin acting like a captain at some point." she says, the ghost of a smile upon her lips. "I will answer it."

[Talkkno]

Lucan straightens up a bit as the Captain appears on the bridge "Had a pleasant tour of the ship?" He asks.

[Lycan 01]

Bridge

Presumably, Lucan's inquiry is interrupted by the Lord-Captain activating the vox-system.

There's a beep, followed by the crackle of static as the connection is established.

And then a voice speaks. It sounds like an old man, aged and wizened, but there is something unwholesome to it. Something off about the tone and timber, something eerie, something uncanny. Lucan and Lorraine will both feel a shudder of revulsion involuntarily run through them as it speaks, while Quartermistress Telvanni and the rest of the bridge crew visibly shift and shudder in discomfort.

"Preparations to depart are complete. Where is the Lord-Captain?" the voice asks dryly, almost as if bored and starting to grow impatient. "I was told time was of the essence for this voyage, and yet I am still awaiting her orders. Has some issue arisen that I need be made aware of?" it asks through the static-tinged vox link.

[Lix Lorn]

"The captain has just arrived on bridge after some necessary duties," replies Lorraine, trying to suppress the shudder. "If we're ready to depart, by all means do so."

[Retrokinesis]

Miriam stumbles back onto the bridge having left her quarters after a thorough search. She notices the captain and the other new officers, "Captain! What did I miss?"

[Talkkno]

Lucan straightens up a bit as the Captain appears on the bridge "Had a pleasant tour of the ship?" He asks.

[Lycan 01]

Bridge

"I will begin the necessary preparations... and take us into the Warp once we are moved into proper position..." the voice from the voice drolly says, with a small hint of expectation or impatience in his tone. Miriam will not doubt find the voice of the Navigator especially unnerving, if not possessing of a slight psychic echo. How lovely.

"I'll get the ship underway, ma'am," Karliah tells Captain Lorraine, a little bit of discomfort in her face. "It shouldn't take long before we reach a safe jump-point."

The helmswoman quickly makes her way to the ancient wheel, which is an amalgam of finely-polished wood and glinting metals of gold and silver. Taking her place at the helm, Quartermistress Telvanni quickly begins to bark orders to the various other crew aboard the bridge, who immediately begin to act to get the ship under way.

A powerful shudder runs through the vessel as its ancient engines fire up, and the various officers and crew on the bridge no doubt feel a subtle lurch as the massive ship begins to move forward, away from the gravity of the world below and into the cold void before them...



Chapel

Nothing seems amiss in the chapel. Everything in the sanctuary seems to be in order. It's just empty, though that may change once the ship is actually under way and Warpbound.

In fact, judging from the shudder that just ran through the vessel and the subtle shift in momentum the old priest feels, it would seem the ship just began its journey into the void. No doubt the transition into the Warp will be coming soon.

[Lix Lorn]

"Not too much." she replies. "We're preparing to leave, if you hadn't noticed."

Turning to Lucan, she nods her head. "Yes, I made my visit to the chapel."

[Talkkno]

"Made a visit to the barracks myself, Guess we are ready to depart then? Lucan asks.

[Lycan 01]

It is indeed time to depart. Before long, the vessel is maneuvered into position a safe distance from the local planet and nearby starships, and its entrance into the Warp can commence.

Warning klaxons begin to blare through the vessel as the preparations are made; bulkheads descend to block observational windows into the void, prayers and rites are performed by the crew and techpriests, and the gellar field flares to life. A shudder runs through the vessel as the Warp drive hums to life, and everyone feels the familiar, unpleasant lurching within their body as reality is rent asunder outside the protective hull of the ship.

The Herald of Penance slips into the Warp, and begins to sail upon the daemon-tides towards its destination...

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Introduction Concluded
200 XP Rewarded

(If you wish to have your characters interact with each other, speak with certain NPCs, or perform other tasks while the ship is navigating the Warp, feel free to do so. When everyone is ready to move on (just say so IC or OOC), I'll skip us to the ship arriving at its destination, and the next Act will properly begin.)

[TheAmishPirate]

(Ugh. Apologies for dropping off the face of the earth. Getting a job will do that.)

As the sirens blare and his skin crawls, Laoghaire kneels one last time in front of the altar. Offering silent prayers known only to his heart and the Emperor.

There. At least one soul accounted for. Why didn't he go and see to the other few odd thousand he was quartered with?

The old priest set about for the first section of the ship that had both crew and not an intensive amount of work. Hails and greeting to crew who were actively working to keep them all alive and well tended to be ill-received. For now he'd stick to putting names with faces, learning little tidbits, and keeping an eye out for any extreme reactions, either those who shied away or those who warmly accepted him.