At Echo's speech, and Felidae's more pointed threat, the men behind Moore shuffled, readying weapons. Most of them seemed to have lasguns, or some equivalent, though one was carrying what looked like a multilaser, and another had a long rifle. Before anyone could fire, though, Moore held up a hand, and they subsided. He crossed the floor, stomping up to the balcony level and stopping in front of Echo.

"Lord Echo?" He growled, looking up at the navigator with narrowed eyes. "An appropriate name. You say you have come for trade. Would you not question a trader who arrived on your doorstep, armed and armoured for war? Traders who come bearing threats, and ships with many fine guns? You speak of the Urussalins, but they are gone, vanished for a century, and we have seen nothing of them, nor the Administratum, nor the Imperium in all that time. Would you have us leaderless, fodder for the desert and its beasts?"

He took a step back, sweeping a hand towards the vast doors. "I have bid you welcome, have I not? Come, see our world. Do you know what it is like, to live in such a place? Have you even brought such goods as we might need?"