Chapter I: Introverting Dimensions.   Posted by God-Emperor.Group: 0
God-Emperor
 GM, 16 posts
 Blessed Be His Name
 He Who Tells The Story
Sun 17 Jul 2016
at 18:17
Chapter I: Introverting Dimensions
"Cornelius!"

The video message opens with the friendly greeting before the screen springs to life. At the center is the familiar face of Exas Winslett, a former Imperial Navy officer gone privateer, and an old friend of the Rogue Trader. Well, "friend" may be a strong word. Acquaintance, contact, asset- take your pick, really. Years of skipping daily workouts have taken their toll, and Exas had become a bloated husk of his former self, his blonde hair now stringing onto an old olive overcoat, where it once was proudly coiffed in a display of regality. Winslett wheezes lightly as he inhales, the stubble on his chin catching the dim light from his side.

"Got a job you may be interested in helping me with. Good score, above my pay grade, I just want a small cut as a finder's fee. If you're interested in more, meet me in one month's time on Footfall. Ask the guards posted for Theodric- they'll take you to me."

The fat man looks side to side as if taking in the scattered objects on the table at which he sits, ranging from mundane instruments of map measuring, to a highly ornate laspistol. He purses his lips as the pause continues for several seconds.

"Well, I do hope to see you there," he finishes awkwardly. The feed goes black for a moment before Exas comes back on.

"Cornelius!" he says happily, as the message begins to loop.

This message was last edited by the GM at 18:23, Sun 17 July 2016.

Dr. Aleks Kubrik Vos-Skagerakk III
 player, 13 posts
Mon 18 Jul 2016
at 01:53
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In reply to God-Emperor (msg # 1):

+++ How quickly can this one end the insufferable mewling of the fat flesh pile through every holo-screen and TvTube in the Ship!? Does no one here understand the importance of uninterrupted work!?+++

Desiraeh Dizzy Laroja
 player, 3 posts
Mon 18 Jul 2016
at 02:17
Chapter I: Introverting Dimensions
In reply to God-Emperor (msg # 1):

I hear the message clearly from my chambers. I've put my head against this ship long enough to listen to even the most distant goings-on. Across the space, through the web of solid molecules, I catch the scent of the video, and each aromatic wave of color weaves itself into the image of this aging, auditory lump of cheese. Footfall comes, and I swim across the airwaves to my chair, my home, where a course will come toddling into my pen. Before long, a tree begins to grow in my brain, laden with symbols yet to be written on paper yet to be sawn.
Beata B Clearly
 player, 3 posts
Wed 20 Jul 2016
at 22:39
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In reply to God-Emperor (msg # 1):


Having heard the message myself, I lean back, crack my swollen knuckles and swing my heavy boots on the table in front of me. I feel everyone on the ship getting ready, it's familiar now. I can practically see Dizzy beginning her fancy magic and can imagine Doc is getting all excitable. I can't help but feel a little tingle. "Big payout" is music to my ears, and from what I know of Footfall and where it leads, it could also mean "big fight" and those are two of my favorite words. I wait for word from the Cap and think 'here we go.'
Cornelius Armadeus
 player, 3 posts
Fri 22 Jul 2016
at 00:51
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In reply to God-Emperor (msg # 1):

Navy  men sure let themselves go, but never the less his jobs usually fill the pockets.  "alright men" speaking over the coms "In one months time well be arriving in Footfall, so grab what you need and bunker down. There's profit to be made"

Ending the message and turning to Aleks "He is a fat lard, and i suspect that he's only going to get larger. But as long as his greasy lips keeping giving us enticing opportunities i will allow for his interruptions."
Dr. Aleks Kubrik Vos-Skagerakk III
 player, 17 posts
Fri 22 Jul 2016
at 01:29
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In reply to Cornelius Armadeus (msg # 5):

+++Hmm..+++

 Perhaps if this one could get our client under the knife? Remove some Most of that excess blubber. Extend his life-cycle for a few additional years. Perhaps squeeze him for additional profit.

++This one could likely create a duplicate of our apparently wealthy space manatee. The reconstituted mammal could clean out it's every account just for us. At an improved efficiency rate too.+++


God-Emperor
 GM, 19 posts
 Blessed Be His Name
 He Who Tells The Story
Fri 22 Jul 2016
at 09:02
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[OOC: you guys have 3-4 weeks of travel in the Warp until you reach outside Footfall. In that time, you are free to roleplay anywhere on board the ship, either within this thread specifically, or a designated "area" thread.
Most importantly, however, I would like you to determine the group you currently support, both as a crew and individually, on a personal level. There will be a lot of consequences for each decision with this game, but remember that consequences can be good or bad! It has been assumed that, so far, you have done the same amount (between none and a little bit) with each of the Imperial sides, never flirting too closely with or alienating either one.

As it stands, the following options are the obvious ones available:
- Side with Damaris: This is the group made up of more Administratum personnel, claiming to have the legitimate government in the Expanse at the moment. They have a lot of fleet support, and are trying to drum up more. Damaris is a resource-rich planet, and has undergone extensive fortification over the past few years. Plus, Thrones aren't the easiest thing to spend without a legit government.

- Side with Port Wander/the Arch-Cardinal: A bit more popular support, notably the Ecclesiarchy and Astartes in the Expanse. Port Wander scores a lot of points with Traders in the area, being such a fixture, and the star fort was nearly impregnable to begin with, and has only gotten better. Coordination of forces aligned to them seems to be their biggest issue; forces pledged to you don't matter a whole lot if you can't get them where they need to be.

- Side with Chaos: C'mon. C'moooonnnn. Lots of power and riches literally beyond your wildest dreams to be had. Barely even a contest between Chaos and the PDFs/Orks in the Western stretches, and no signs of slowing down.

- Independence: Yo ho, the pirate's life is the life for you! Profit is actually the name of your game, and your crew is one of the few in the galaxy actually poised to make it a reality. It won't be easy, but there's more reward than risk, although both are high.

- Keep on trying to play both sides. As tensions rise, this may become more difficult, and the rewards aren't nearly as high, but it's overall a bit safer.

Discuss, preferably in character, and we can work with the results.]
God-Emperor
 GM, 20 posts
 Blessed Be His Name
 He Who Tells The Story
Fri 22 Jul 2016
at 09:02
Chapter I: Introverting Dimensions
Flag-Lieutenant Lafayette Young is visibly nervous at the Doctor's offers of vivisection, and mentally questions his qualifications. Only the Arch-Militant's implied lethality scares him more than the metal-man. The Navigator's meandering is easy enough for him to ignore as he strides up next to the Rogue Trader, drawing his courage and puffing his chest.

"Lord Armadeus," he begins, "might we discuss our current standings? The time will soon come when we are asked to declare our banners and ship for one side or t'other, and our petty officers are all saying that the deck crews are abuzz with speculation." Young walks to the center table and enters a series of runes and buttons, conjuring a three-dimensional map of the Koronus Expanse. The Lieutenant flicks his wrist to extend a baton, and begins pointing out force dispositions, trade routes, and all number of things that may or may not catch the attentions of the Rogue Trader and his retinue.

[OOC: assume you know the relevant information, and feel free to ask about something in more oblique terms. Dizzy will depart soon to do the actual Navigator job, but for sake of fairness can stay in the discussion.]
Dr. Aleks Kubrik Vos-Skagerakk III
 player, 18 posts
Fri 22 Jul 2016
at 14:23
Chapter I: Introverting Dimensions
In reply to God-Emperor (msg # 8):



Raspy static-rattling loose metal upon metal output erupts from the red cloaked, hunched metal form. It would appear to be something of a cough, or long sigh.

A brief clip of auditory machine code follows, and an external vox speaker clicks on

+++Do you like air, Young? Have you ever thought about its Purity? Where it comes from? Where it goes once you're done with it? What here monitors and calibrates it's properties and continued presence?+++




A long silence follows.
Desiraeh Dizzy Laroja
 player, 7 posts
Sat 23 Jul 2016
at 22:23
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I walk up behind the Lieutenant and place my hand on his shoulders. He catches my scent or feels my mind's depth as I step up to him, and tenses like a board. Despite his discomfort, I whisper harshly into his ear, my mouth less than an inch from his head.

–Buzz, a buzz, buzz buzz. Busy bees. Do the crewmen say anything more? Their bodies are our bolts, all apart, all together. In the end we will fasten them into place and they will contribute to our functionality. No loyalty need be declared to such a thing as a faction. Groups of minds have no boarders, no borders. They'll all seep together soon enough, but are so large and different, will never create a homogeny. Come, now, Young, unclench yourself. You cannot brace yourself against us all in the Sea of Souls. Already your molecules tremble within you, steeling themselves for the journey. Give into the tremble, Lieutenant. There is no other way to ride the surf into the sands of tomorrow.–

I leave him with a greater dose of anxiety and know that I have done my job to prepare our crew for the voyage. I nod to each of my companions and hum toward my refuge. I have work to do.

Dr. Aleks Kubrik Vos-Skagerakk III
 player, 23 posts
Sun 24 Jul 2016
at 01:42
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In reply to Desiraeh Dizzy Laroja (msg # 10):

+++ This one leans in close, hoping to hear Dizzy's harsh tale. If that fails (rolled 45 looking for ~33) This one follows her slow shiftless form out the door, attempting a macabre grin, and venting steam out any ports near/around the face. Eyes focused on poor Young.

God-Emperor
 GM, 26 posts
 Blessed Be His Name
 He Who Tells The Story
Sun 24 Jul 2016
at 01:54
Chapter I: Introverting Dimensions
In reply to Dr. Aleks Kubrik Vos-Skagerakk III (msg # 11):

[Success! It was more of a stage whisper, since Dizzy doesn't know how to interact with people [[and Em thought it would be weirder]]. Anyone who wishes to have, has heard her oddball speech. Young is unnerved.]
Beata B Clearly
 player, 6 posts
Thu 28 Jul 2016
at 19:15
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In reply to God-Emperor (msg # 8):

"As far as 'declaring banners' goes, Young, it's not up to us to say one way or the other. We serve our Captain, our leader, and pretty much that's that!"

I make sure I'm standing as tall as possible next to Young and subtly flexing my muscles, attempting to let him know I'm an enforcer on this ship.
God-Emperor
 GM, 28 posts
 Blessed Be His Name
 He Who Tells The Story
Thu 28 Jul 2016
at 23:37
Chapter I: Introverting Dimensions
In reply to Beata B Clearly (msg # 13):

The Lieutenant licks his lips and tries to hide his bulged eyes, which turn to face the floor. A trained apothecary or chirurgeon, or anyone with sufficient combat experience, would recognize the telltale sign of Young vomiting in his mouth slightly, but he at least manages to keep himself upright and awake. He wipes away a mixture of his own sweat, and Dr. Vos-Skagerakk III's hot steam from his face as he stammers.

"Ah, mmn, yes- well, ah, Captain, perhaps you have words to guide our crew? When I have something to tell the crew, I shall take my leave to help coordinate with our noble Navigator."
Cornelius Armadeus
 player, 4 posts
Sat 30 Jul 2016
at 21:46
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"Of course take your leave. And as far as taking sides we'll just have to see who offers the most." Turning to the rest in the room "Unless anyone else needs anything I will be setting sail"
God-Emperor
 GM, 32 posts
 Blessed Be His Name
 He Who Tells The Story
Fri 12 Aug 2016
at 09:06
Chapter I: Introverting Dimensions
The passage to Footfall is charted at 23 days. This makes it all the more worrisome when the Navigator announces at the end of the first full day that the ship will be departing in 24 hours. Loath to disturb the Warp pilot, the crew is left to wonder the reason, for better or worse, but one can safely assume that an immediate emergency return would be warranted for any real danger.

Then the nightmares come.*

Whether or not the retinue decides to share their experiences, the effects are for more physical, if ephemeral. Just two bells before dinner the klaxons sound to signal translation back to realspace, and shortly thereafter the all-too-familiar lurch is felt. Another voyage through the Sea of Souls has been made, and in what is certainly a record-breaking time; the Navigator may have to answer how, else update and sell the charts mapping the route taken.

Footfall looms near the translation point. Already moored around it is, notably, a Lunar-class cruiser, its body white with a black prow. The color scheme belongs to none other than the rival Rogue Trader Helmm, scion of the Pholys dynasty; this is his flagship, Void's Kiss, known to house some of the most talented fighter and bomber pilots in the Expanse, if not the Galaxy. Surrounding it are several frigates and lighter craft, like a school of fish around a shark.

The crew remains hungry for dinner, and the station will take three or four hours to reach at sublight speeds. Further preparations may be made if you wish to delay your arrival- Exas Winslett may be on board, but if not then it may be three weeks of waiting around. Shore leave is never unappreciated for those who deserve it, and some fresh faces would not the worst thing to see.



*[OOC: In the interest of character development, I will here provide the verbatim rules text for each roll from the other thread, and allow you as players to interpret and expand on what it means.

Jenni- 127: "Mutants, Mutants Everywhere: The character must make a Perception Test every time she interacts with another friendly character, unless she has already made such a Test for that character. If she passes the Test, and at least one of the dice she rolls results in a 9, she becomes convinced that the character is hiding a mutation acquired during translation and must react to him accordingly. Otherwise, she finds no "evidence" of the character's mutation- for now!"
For you and Emily, I'd like a total of five rolls each- one for each other, Dave, Devin, and two upper crew officers.

Dave- 42: "Malignancy: The character's tormented psyche bubbles to the surface as a physical effect. He rolls on Table 10-8: Malignancies (see page 300 of the Rogue Trader Core Rulebook). This Malignancy disappears once the ship exits the Warp."
For sake of expediency I rolled one: 73- "Distrustful: The character cannot conceal the distrust and antipathy he has for others. He must take a -10 penalty to Fellowship Tests when dealing with strangers." You can also feel free to roll your own if you wish.

Emily- 125: See above, "Mutants, Mutants Everywhere." Also avoid calling the kettle black.

Devin- Just let me know when you get a sec to roll.

I'd like to see a few posts each for the journey, but given its unexpectedly short run they don't need to be expansive. Whoever wants to visit Footfall proper is welcome to, at whichever point, nothing the time to come within shuttle range.]

This message was last edited by the GM at 01:51, Sat 13 Aug 2016.

Dr. Aleks Kubrik Vos-Skagerakk III
 player, 30 posts
Mon 5 Sep 2016
at 22:46
Re: Chapter I: Introverting Dimensions
Cornelius Armadeus:
"Of course take your leave. And as far as taking sides we'll just have to see who offers the most." Turning to the rest in the room "Unless anyone else needs anything I will be setting sail"


Aleks has no interest in warp travel, and wanders the halls of the ship. Expecting of a long travel time he dials up the stimulants, looking to take advanage of the relative silence on the ship. The cowards go to ground while the ship passes through the worst hell another reality can throw at us.

The chrome and red mechano-man addresses no one in particular, half hunched, and eerily pensive.

+++ So much promise, and yet it has all been wasted.+++ This mantra is repeated for several hours. The voice echoing, and modulating through a dozen languages, and filters. No one is foolish enough to linger in front of the mad scientist of Fortune Follows.


A squat, black door sits at the end of a hallway, it opens upward, and a figure stands within, another mechanicum figure. Perhaps a servitor, or even a junior Tech-priest. Though it makes no motion, nor inclination of recognizing Aleks.

+++ Serial number.+++

No response

+++ *sigh* Name?+++

No response

+++ What are you?+++

Somehow, in this strange place, through the warp, something has gotten in Alek's mind. He moves cautiously towards the figure, Mechandrites ready, and a loose strip if rebar at his side.

+++If you will give no designation, This one shall discover your SECRETS on the table!+++

He strikes, and the figure shatters. It slowly falls to peices. It had just been a mirror.

+++Puzzling... Why is there a mirror at the end of this corridor.+++

Again, he addresses no one. Slinking back off into the darkness. Outside, the void presses inward, corrupting more minds than just the Explorator tonight.


Dr. Aleks Kubrik Vos-Skagerakk III
 player, 33 posts
Tue 27 Sep 2016
at 15:50
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In reply to God-Emperor (msg # 16):

The doctor, after a long walk, and a surprising night involving a mirror, a hallway, and too many stimulants finds two reports entered on his terminal. Both submitted last night, and both concerning an 'Uprising of Chaos Mutants'

He chuckles to himself as he reviews each, taking his time to savor the foolishness of his fellow staff members.

+++Both our illustrious captain, and our seneschal have convinced themselves that the other is a Chaos Mutant. Perhaps they are correct, or more likely this is some strange Terran joke. This one shall follow up, regardless. Despite the foolishness of the others. My minions never needed an excuse to cause some mischief.+++

God-Emperor
 GM, 37 posts
 Blessed Be His Name
 He Who Tells The Story
Thu 29 Sep 2016
at 07:42
Chapter I: Introverting Dimensions
"Captain Armadeus and command, the 5:15 shuttle is prepped and ready for Footfall. All personnel should report to deck #1140 a-sap." The voice cracking into the bridge's speakers is a familiar one, belonging to Richard "Pave" Gilleon, the default personal pilot as hand-picked by Cornelius himself some years ago.

Deck #1140 is a hive of busy workers as dozens of shuttles are readied to ferry crewmen to Footfall. The deck lies on the port side of Fortune Follows, and the station's lights twinkle on the other end of the void from the cruiser. Energetic conversations discuss plans to drink, gamble, fight, and take bets on drunk fights with one another. Many of the crew favor two of the lowest deck's champs, a pair called Hashiim and Tra'al, who have a combined body count from their pugilist hobby that rivals the ace pilots on board the cruiser. Odds seem stacked in their favor, but it seems that some crew members worry that the pair may have to attend illegal, underground fight clubs on Footfall instead of the organized fights. The two also seem to be favorites for drinking contests.

Captain Armadeus' personal guncutter, Pinnacle, is regal both in and out, its [ADDCOLORHERE] paint polished to perfection while luxurious appointments on the interior would impress even the most jaded inquisitor. Copilot Dyer "Maverick" Owen tests various systems while Joe "Demo" Collins sights the prow autocannon. Victor "Sledge" Price brings the last of restock to the guncutter's medbay, himself acting as the ship's medic, being the least unqualified to do so. The four crew had previously served on long-range bombers before being picked as Armadeus' pilots, and were incredibly resistant to adding any new members to the crew.

The Pinnacle:
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The guncutter takes a stately, if not deliberately showy, pace to its approach, giving the passengers maximum comfort. The bars are as well-stocked as any on the cruiser itself, the chairs and couches as plush, and the ship as heavily armed. While Demo mans the primary autocannons, over a dozen barrage bolters decorate the perimeter, and a twin-linked lascannon is mounted on the dorsal side of the ship. The subtle threat of the many barrels has been enough to deter would-be assailants, in time for Armadeus' personal security to arrest them.

The arrival of a Rogue Trader and his retinue would normally be met with great pomp on Footfall, with the unofficial law of a Rogue Trader commanding the station; Rogue Trade Helmm Pholys is, however, already in residence and orbit. Uniformed men in his stark black-and-white uniform scheme are sprinkled about Footfall, but not in any position of projecting authority over the port. As Pinnacle lands, they do not form up any sort of welcome party; indeed, the crowd parts at the other side of the landing pad's airlock, and the steel hatch above the guncutter closes shut, leading to the vacuum pumps whining as they push air into the chamber. The hatched airlock leading to terra firma now opens, signaling to those on the guncutter that it is now safe to disembark.

The massive statue of the Emperor towers above the interconnected asteroids and their accompanying structures, his immortal eyes gazing ceaselessly over the rampant vice and sin Footfall harbors. The asteroid on which the guncutter has landed is by far the most presentable, and safest; holding the primary buildings that would pass as "government" functions, its official policing force can be spotted in their crimson uniforms, with gold braids. Some of them carry outdated lasguns, while others are not so lucky. Other asteroids will offer more in the way of bars, taverns, pubs, drink houses, and wine lounges; some will have shops and services for weapons and armor; others yet will have truly shady goings-on. Exas Winslett may be in any of these- if he's even on Footfall yet.

[Note to Devin: what colors do you want as "yours?" Or at least, what do you want the paintjob on your sweet ass space ride to be?]
[Second note: Embedding the link to the image is the best I can get, for whatever reason it won't work when I try to post it directly, despite me doing the same thing as the post where I had *three* pictures...]
Beata B Clearly
 player, 11 posts
Sun 2 Oct 2016
at 16:35
Chapter I: Introverting Dimensions
In reply to God-Emperor (msg # 19):

I will remain by Armadeus's side, making sure everything here is safe. I don't trust these crimson clad phonies with weapons. Not one bit. I will be waiting and hoping that we won't remain here for long.

My interest lies with the local culture, and by culture I mean bars and cuisine. I love to try whatever I can where ever we go! I've tried as many exotic foods and drinks as possible. There is a system, I won't say which for anonymity's sake, where the toughest rarely dare to try the local dish known as "Killer of Men."  No one said anything about their effect on women, the stronger of the sexes. Delicious. I will also not back down from any bet nor any fight. We can only hope one of the nearby asteroids will have something new to challenge me with. I get bored on these long sojourns. Nothing to kill, nothing to try. Although the testing with Doc Aleks made for a welcome distraction.
Desiraeh Dizzy Laroja
 player, 8 posts
Thu 13 Oct 2016
at 22:25
Chapter I: Introverting Dimensions
In reply to God-Emperor (msg # 19):

Dizzy's apparel outside the world of the Fortune Follows is vastly different from the loose, light, and colorful fabrics she enjoys while inside the ship. More subdued yet never as inconspicuous as she thinks she is, she steps off of the guncutter, the unsettling aura she usually emits tucked as neatly as it can fit inside her mental shields. Not wishing to unsettle anyone too much based on appearance alone, she has draped a thick cloak over her clothes, concealing the leathery wings sprouting from her back. Her hair is an uncharacteristically reasonable shade of dark evergreen today, tied back in a single braid that has been intertwined with the plain black silken scarf used to conceal her third eye. The tattoos on her hands and up into the long sleeves of her shirt have seemed to settle into place, ceasing to shift and slide as they usually do, Dizzy claiming that she wouldn't like it if someone told her she  had to stay put all the time. When not walking, she shifts uncomfortably on her feet, unused to being shod, especially with her thick black tactical boots. She thinks that she might try to coax a bit of the Void into them later, to give her feet some room to think. For the most part, Dizzy stays with the group in her quiet, observing way, lingering almost uncomfortably behind them. Every once in awhile if they pass an interesting shop, she might nip in, only leaving when the shopkeeper's heartbeat becomes erratic and loathsome to listen to.
Cornelius Armadeus
 player, 7 posts
Sun 16 Oct 2016
at 14:26
Chapter I: Introverting Dimensions
[ For the colors of the ship i was thinking mostly dark green with purple highlights and gold inlay ]

"We need to find Exas Winslett. If we haven't detected his ship we have two possibilities, Either he's not here yet, or he arrived on a different ship. I suggest that we start at the quality of bar he would be accustomed to."

[I am assuming that i would know the kinds of places my "Friend" would hang out at]

"If we do not find him, we will have to wait. Also while we are here find out what you can about why Helmm Pholys is here. I do not wish to be caught off guard by them."

With that Cornelius makes his way
God-Emperor
 GM, 38 posts
 Blessed Be His Name
 He Who Tells The Story
Sat 29 Oct 2016
at 04:33
Re: Chapter I: Introverting Dimensions
Beata B Clearly:
In reply to God-Emperor (msg # 19):

I will remain by Armadeus's side, making sure everything here is safe. I don't trust these crimson clad phonies with weapons. Not one bit. I will be waiting and hoping that we won't remain here for long.

My interest lies with the local culture, and by culture I mean bars and cuisine. I love to try whatever I can where ever we go! I've tried as many exotic foods and drinks as possible. There is a system, I won't say which for anonymity's sake, where the toughest rarely dare to try the local dish known as "Killer of Men."  No one said anything about their effect on women, the stronger of the sexes. Delicious. I will also not back down from any bet nor any fight. We can only hope one of the nearby asteroids will have something new to challenge me with. I get bored on these long sojourns. Nothing to kill, nothing to try. Although the testing with Doc Aleks made for a welcome distraction.

The red guards avoid your gaze when they receive only daggers from it, this likely being the greatest threat they've personally received in the line of duty. An equal mix of curiosity, fear, and adolescent bravado wipes across the guard force's faces, all of them ending in a blaze of your preemptive rejections.

Following the Trader's suggestion, especially since it's in line with your own interests, a series of dive bars are scouted. While none have Winslett, many a chicken wing and porter are downed, and in your wake are left a series of bruised wrestling arms and bullseyed dart boards. If you were to check your dataslate, you would recognize more than a few faces as being legal bounties, but with an unknown amount of time on Footfall it may be wise to wait on cashing them in.

Desiraeh Dizzy Laroja:
Dizzy's apparel outside the world of the Fortune Follows is vastly different from the loose, light, and colorful fabrics she enjoys while inside the ship. More subdued yet never as inconspicuous as she thinks she is, she steps off of the guncutter, the unsettling aura she usually emits tucked as neatly as it can fit inside her mental shields. Not wishing to unsettle anyone too much based on appearance alone, she has draped a thick cloak over her clothes, concealing the leathery wings sprouting from her back. Her hair is an uncharacteristically reasonable shade of dark evergreen today, tied back in a single braid that has been intertwined with the plain black silken scarf used to conceal her third eye. The tattoos on her hands and up into the long sleeves of her shirt have seemed to settle into place, ceasing to shift and slide as they usually do, Dizzy claiming that she wouldn't like it if someone told her she  had to stay put all the time. When not walking, she shifts uncomfortably on her feet, unused to being shod, especially with her thick black tactical boots. She thinks that she might try to coax a bit of the Void into them later, to give her feet some room to think. For the most part, Dizzy stays with the group in her quiet, observing way, lingering almost uncomfortably behind them. Every once in awhile if they pass an interesting shop, she might nip in, only leaving when the shopkeeper's heartbeat becomes erratic and loathsome to listen to.


The rainbow is awfully muted today, is it not? The Ocean currents are far runnier than usual, too. The chicken likely came before the egg, but was it not an egg from which the chicken would have been born?
Exas is a name unfamiliar to you, but in time your own name will be unfamiliar to far more many people. Is a name anything important, or merely a marker to designate oneself, an alphabetical ID number of sorts? Waiting never suited you, and you certainly show that off here, practically frolicking in comparison to other denizens of Footfall. In time they will understand, but not today. The district in which you have found yourself is nowhere you would regularly choose to peruse, but one must make do with what one has been given. Guiding yourself through a shop of trinkets, you grab a handful, stowing them into your satchel in exchange for an equal handful of thrones- almost certainly more than their value, but this heartbeat is both irregular and loud. Light washes away the dim interiors of these shops, but the Emperor's light will have to wait for another day. Tavern after bar after pub does not reveal Winslett, but in your mind, you can sense that the void has left the truth in front of you the whole time.

Cornelius Armadeus:
[ For the colors of the ship i was thinking mostly dark green with purple highlights and gold inlay ]

"We need to find Exas Winslett. If we haven't detected his ship we have two possibilities, Either he's not here yet, or he arrived on a different ship. I suggest that we start at the quality of bar he would be accustomed to."

[I am assuming that i would know the kinds of places my "Friend" would hang out at]

"If we do not find him, we will have to wait. Also while we are here find out what you can about why Helmm Pholys is here. I do not wish to be caught off guard by them."

With that Cornelius makes his way


A team of "envoys" (read: well-dressed former Stormtroopers) is dispatched to make contact with Pholys' retinue.

Exas Winslett may not be on Footfall presently, but it is practically made of his preferred style of dingy dive bar with more noise than a dying Leman Russ- and about as much smoke. Winslett did not suddenly become the bloated husk who messaged you days ago- instead, his body merely stopped trying to present itself as being anything better than it was. At this rate, he seems as likely as not to become a Nurglite, willingly or otherwise. You and your command crew trudge through the streets of Footfall, scanning nearly half the seedy establishments Beata's contacts can suggest on Footfall, with little luck. Perhaps Winslett has not arrived; perhaps he is hiding; perhaps someone is hiding him.