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Mordekai checks his pistols and frowns. "I note that we could also do with some gear before we leave this place. Probably our best bet for equipment and weaponry this side of the Maw. We're lacking a proper support weapon, but I can think we should get sights, photovisors at the very least. "...

Mordekai rolls his eyes at the officers retort, turning to Zander, he replies "Arrogant fops...nothing of note. Just mentions of pirate activity in the region, around worlds called 'Temple' and 'Witch Cursed World'" He shrugs "Worth keeping in mind once we cast off." He takes a drink of his...

Mordeaki fixes eyes with the officer making the joke, he smirks and calls to him "Amazing disrespect from one supposedly so dignified towards.." he glances at Zander and then back to the officer "..a techpriest, his kin build and maintain your vaunted ships and.." glancing at Macharius and back...

Mordekai ponders asking the officers for further details as hears them speak of the pirate attacks, but decides he'll leave that to one of the better adjusted crewmembers, noting the names of the places though and to both follow up with Dallion or any other contact familiar with the Expanse and...

Mordekai leaves Thraxus to talk with Jonquin, finding a servant and taking a glass of amasec. He wanders the room, eyeing the attendees and likewise listening for any good conversation although he doubts any of this foppish crowd can offer any.

Mordekai shrugs and beckons of the Arbites in the cage over, handing the arms coffer to him. "Take care of that, I'm rather fond of that rifle."

Mordekai quietly dreads having to endure this dinner as he follows the group into the car, he gives his bolt pistols one last check of their magazines before he enters, fixes their safeties and holsters them, buttoning his coat up. He takes a hold of the coffer bearing the plasma rifle - he...

Mordekai is slightly off put by all this..ornamentation and grumbles, expecting a rather tedious and false "formal" meeting. Nonetheless he follows the group into the room and patrols the perimeter of the room for anything out of the ordinary.

Mordekai nods and turns, holstering his pistol and drawing his sword. He looks down at the unfortunate man - "This beats bleeding to death" swinging the sword down against the man's neck in a swift, clean stroke.

Mordekai rolls his eyes and moves to the other side of the tram to see what's over there, drawing his bolt pistol in case. "We're done with him. He's not even worth the plasma ammo"

Mordekai rolls his eyes at this inevitable ultimatum, half tempted to just blow the insolent dog's head off. He crouches down again and examines the man's wounds to gauge their severity He can't reach a good conclusion and looks at Thraxus - "Better get him to a proper apothecary for that then"

Mordekai observes the man with an ambivalent expression, turning to Thraxus - "Well, that's one useful thing, a name" he chuckles. He turns back to the man "This..Wilhelm.. did he give you any way contact him ? Where were you to meet to get your gelt ?"

Mordekai jumps from tram and follows the guards to the wounded man, holstering his bolt pistol he looks over the man's wounds, turning back to Thraxus and the others he calls - "He'll be no use to us dead, will stabilize him". He grabs the man's hands binding them with his manacles and opens...

Mordekai watches his target get blown apart and fall back in a pile of gore, grinning as he calls out "Target down", turning to the north east area as called out by Thraxus he makes a half move towards the right hand door (H6) and lines up a snap shot at the only assailant remaining (D9)...

Mordekai watches his first shot go astray and curses, he hears Thraxus' yelled order and pivots neatly, adjusting his aim to the hostile north of him, near the driver compartment (D3). "Confirmed, he's a dead man." he mutters in response, squeezing the trigger twice firing a semi-auto-burst...