The Bashar
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Wide eyed the man clutches at his torn neck. It looks like he's trying to say something, but you can only make out a gurgling noise. He quickly falls over dead into a crimson pool of his own blood.
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[Rogue Trader PbP] The Heir Apparent Act I
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Thraxus nods when the deed is done.
"First things first," says Thraxus, "we are not walking into some ambush. I will not pursue these maggots to some deal in an understation since this Mitchell fellow clearly got away and can communicate that the jig is up. If these assailants were following Dallion, then they must be in the employ of my family rivals. We will keep our distance and proceed to our meeting with the station administrator. I will then inform him, in the interest of ensuring ongoing economic prosperity for himself, this station and the Imperium itself, that he is behooved to undertake a full investigation of this matter and to provide additional protection as recompense. Now let us search these maggots and move on with our day."
"First things first," says Thraxus, "we are not walking into some ambush. I will not pursue these maggots to some deal in an understation since this Mitchell fellow clearly got away and can communicate that the jig is up. If these assailants were following Dallion, then they must be in the employ of my family rivals. We will keep our distance and proceed to our meeting with the station administrator. I will then inform him, in the interest of ensuring ongoing economic prosperity for himself, this station and the Imperium itself, that he is behooved to undertake a full investigation of this matter and to provide additional protection as recompense. Now let us search these maggots and move on with our day."
The Bashar
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Among the dead enemies you find three common pump action shot guns, 2 common lasguns, 5 common knives, 5 light flak coats, 1 frag grenade, and 1 damaged hand vox.
Dallion directs the guards to remove Samuel's broken body from the drive compartment and he gets on the Vox in there.
"What is the situation with the refugee riot? Has it been cleared?"
A voice chimes back.
"I'm about 4 cars away from it. The Arbites and station security are currently subduing them. Shouldn't be too long now. I heard that they are attacking down the line as well. Are you okay?"
Dallion looks at the car and the dead men scattered around it.
"We had an altercation with some armed men, one casualty. But they have been taken care of."
Dallion directs the guards to remove Samuel's broken body from the drive compartment and he gets on the Vox in there.
"What is the situation with the refugee riot? Has it been cleared?"
A voice chimes back.
"I'm about 4 cars away from it. The Arbites and station security are currently subduing them. Shouldn't be too long now. I heard that they are attacking down the line as well. Are you okay?"
Dallion looks at the car and the dead men scattered around it.
"We had an altercation with some armed men, one casualty. But they have been taken care of."
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The Bashar
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The guards do their best to clean up the drive compartment. After about an hour the trams begin to move. One of the guards goes into the drive compartment and begins to accelerate the tram forward. You pass the spot of the demonstration and notice a few bodies, some flaming debris, and security forces herding people off the track into a waiting Arbites vehicle.
After another 45 minutes the tram reaches the administration district. Here you can see large buildings that go all the way up to the hab dome. A few even go up past it into the void of space. At the centre you see what looks like a cross between an administration building and a Imperial Cathedral. Dallion points at that building.
"That is the central administration building. The ground level floor houses a Church to the Emperor and Temple to Saint Drusus. Everything above it is floors of administratum offices. The top portion, which is in space, is where Administrator Kraal's residence is. You'll be having dinner there tonight. I'll have to make sure to request some transport."
After ten minutes or so the tram pulls into the open gates of a hab complex. It is a large building with small windows on the first three floors, but the from the outside you can see that the top floors have large windows and should give a nice view of the station centre. The windows are framed by the wings of the Imperial Aquilia. Around the top of the structure is a relief depicting Saint Drusus' crusade in the Calixis sector. The tram stops in a court yard at the centre of the complex. A few people are waiting outside.
Dallion steps out of tram and makes introductions.
"M'lord Thraxus this is Alfred. He is the head servant of the house. These are his associates: Navigator Macharius, Explorator Zander, and Arch-Militant Malekai.
Contact some tram mechanics, as you can see it needs some repair. Oh and Alfred please have someone contact the reclaimers. We had an armed altercation and poor Samuel did not survive."
Dallion waves everyone to the front door and leads you inside. You enter a large foyer with an extravagant glow globe chandelier. The rest of the foyer is quite empty.
"I purchased the house from a merchant who lost quite a few ships to pirates out in the Expanse. His finances were in ruin so he was quite eager to settle for much less than the asking price."
He then leads to the right hallway which takes you to a large drawing room which is furnished quite well with couches, a desk, and vid screen.
"I will leave you here for now. I have a number of things to arrange before tonight. I will have Alfred bring you some food and drink. Is there anything else I can do for you M'Lord?"
After another 45 minutes the tram reaches the administration district. Here you can see large buildings that go all the way up to the hab dome. A few even go up past it into the void of space. At the centre you see what looks like a cross between an administration building and a Imperial Cathedral. Dallion points at that building.
"That is the central administration building. The ground level floor houses a Church to the Emperor and Temple to Saint Drusus. Everything above it is floors of administratum offices. The top portion, which is in space, is where Administrator Kraal's residence is. You'll be having dinner there tonight. I'll have to make sure to request some transport."
After ten minutes or so the tram pulls into the open gates of a hab complex. It is a large building with small windows on the first three floors, but the from the outside you can see that the top floors have large windows and should give a nice view of the station centre. The windows are framed by the wings of the Imperial Aquilia. Around the top of the structure is a relief depicting Saint Drusus' crusade in the Calixis sector. The tram stops in a court yard at the centre of the complex. A few people are waiting outside.
Dallion steps out of tram and makes introductions.
"M'lord Thraxus this is Alfred. He is the head servant of the house. These are his associates: Navigator Macharius, Explorator Zander, and Arch-Militant Malekai.
Contact some tram mechanics, as you can see it needs some repair. Oh and Alfred please have someone contact the reclaimers. We had an armed altercation and poor Samuel did not survive."
Dallion waves everyone to the front door and leads you inside. You enter a large foyer with an extravagant glow globe chandelier. The rest of the foyer is quite empty.
"I purchased the house from a merchant who lost quite a few ships to pirates out in the Expanse. His finances were in ruin so he was quite eager to settle for much less than the asking price."
He then leads to the right hallway which takes you to a large drawing room which is furnished quite well with couches, a desk, and vid screen.
"I will leave you here for now. I have a number of things to arrange before tonight. I will have Alfred bring you some food and drink. Is there anything else I can do for you M'Lord?"
"That is all Dallion", says Thraxus as he takes in his surroundings, "I presume Alfred can show us to our rooms as well?" He does not wait for an answer to his rhetorical question.
Thraxus sits down and waits for Alfred. He offers a goodbye and a thank-you to Dallion for his work today.
Thraxus sits down and waits for Alfred. He offers a goodbye and a thank-you to Dallion for his work today.
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The Bashar
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Dallion bows on his way out and closes the door behind him.
Mordekai you don't find anything out of the ordinary in the room.
After about five minutes of waiting Alfred comes in through the door with a tray. He sets it down on the desk in the room.
"My apologies sir, we still are in the process of purchasing proper furniture. I have brought you some assorted cold meats and cheeses from across the Calixis sector and the Expanse. I shall return back with some beverages."
Alfred heads out the door. As he walks down the hall you hear the sound of many people coming in through the front door.
After a few minutes Bromdius and Muriel enter the room. Bromidus looks at everyone in turn before speaking.
"Thank the Emperor you are all right. Other than the scuff on your armour you wouldn't be able to tell you'd been attacked.
Dallion said that House Azymus is likely behind this. Those bastards! Horus take their foul souls! We should hunt the bastards down, send them a message!."
Bromidus crosses his arms and sighs.
"We'll have to worry about them later. I doubt they'll try anything that stupid so soon."
He notices the tray of meat and cheeses. He goes over and grabs a piece of cheese and smells it.
"Ohh Rhinuffalo cheese from Scintilla. Very good taste."
Alfred comes in with glasses for everyone and a bottle of wine.
"The wine is from the pleasure world of Quaddis, a nice smooth wine."
He goes about uncorking the bottle and filling the glasses. Muriel steps forward and bows.
"If you will excuse me, I will attend to the lodging of your men. I will arrange for your personal effects to be taken to your rooms, Alfred will take you to them when you are ready."
Mordekai you don't find anything out of the ordinary in the room.
After about five minutes of waiting Alfred comes in through the door with a tray. He sets it down on the desk in the room.
"My apologies sir, we still are in the process of purchasing proper furniture. I have brought you some assorted cold meats and cheeses from across the Calixis sector and the Expanse. I shall return back with some beverages."
Alfred heads out the door. As he walks down the hall you hear the sound of many people coming in through the front door.
After a few minutes Bromdius and Muriel enter the room. Bromidus looks at everyone in turn before speaking.
"Thank the Emperor you are all right. Other than the scuff on your armour you wouldn't be able to tell you'd been attacked.
Dallion said that House Azymus is likely behind this. Those bastards! Horus take their foul souls! We should hunt the bastards down, send them a message!."
Bromidus crosses his arms and sighs.
"We'll have to worry about them later. I doubt they'll try anything that stupid so soon."
He notices the tray of meat and cheeses. He goes over and grabs a piece of cheese and smells it.
"Ohh Rhinuffalo cheese from Scintilla. Very good taste."
Alfred comes in with glasses for everyone and a bottle of wine.
"The wine is from the pleasure world of Quaddis, a nice smooth wine."
He goes about uncorking the bottle and filling the glasses. Muriel steps forward and bows.
"If you will excuse me, I will attend to the lodging of your men. I will arrange for your personal effects to be taken to your rooms, Alfred will take you to them when you are ready."
"I am sure that these refreshments are of the highest quality, but my needs differ somewhat," Zander explains, gesturing at the grille and assorted mechanisms that have replaced parts of his face and throat. "If you have any sort of standard nutrient paste or similar nutritional preparations that would do nicely."
Zander pauses for a moment to gather his thoughts, then continues, "It may be for the best that I replenish myself here, before dinner later on. Some people consider hooking up a food pouch to one's gastric intake tubes at a dinner table to be lacking in manners. I would not want to offend our host."
Zander pauses for a moment to gather his thoughts, then continues, "It may be for the best that I replenish myself here, before dinner later on. Some people consider hooking up a food pouch to one's gastric intake tubes at a dinner table to be lacking in manners. I would not want to offend our host."
The Bashar
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Alfred turns his attention to Zander.
"I am sure I can find something to suit you sir. Maybe if I puree some foods for you. I will have to remember to get you some nutrient paste."
The party relaxes, eats, and enjoys the fine wine. Bromidus makes small talk about setting up the office in the station and the logistics of setting up supply chains back home to Theta Secundus.
After an hour or so Alfred comes in and cleans up. He then shows everyone to their rooms. Bromidus and Thraxus have nicely furnished rooms while the rest of the party finds their rooms rather spartan with just a bed, desk, and closet. A few more hours pass and the party makes themselves ready to head to the dinner.
As everyone heads to the foyer Dallion is standing there talking to Muriel and Alfred. When he sees Thraxus he excuses himself and speaks to Thraxus.
"M'lord I have contacted the Administrator. He sends his apologies about the demonstration earlier. He is sending an Arbites speeder to pick up you and your retinue for tonight's dinner.
I have contacted the Tech Priests from Pelagius' landing. They will come by the office early afternoon tomorrow. I will have some men set things up at the office and secure it for the evening.
Mr. Serger, the trader who apparently found some interesting items said he will conctact tomorrow at Noon bell with a location for a meeting that evening."
You hear and see a vehicle landing outside in the courtyard.
"Ahh there is your ride. Enjoy your dinner, sir."
"I am sure I can find something to suit you sir. Maybe if I puree some foods for you. I will have to remember to get you some nutrient paste."
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The party relaxes, eats, and enjoys the fine wine. Bromidus makes small talk about setting up the office in the station and the logistics of setting up supply chains back home to Theta Secundus.
After an hour or so Alfred comes in and cleans up. He then shows everyone to their rooms. Bromidus and Thraxus have nicely furnished rooms while the rest of the party finds their rooms rather spartan with just a bed, desk, and closet. A few more hours pass and the party makes themselves ready to head to the dinner.
As everyone heads to the foyer Dallion is standing there talking to Muriel and Alfred. When he sees Thraxus he excuses himself and speaks to Thraxus.
"M'lord I have contacted the Administrator. He sends his apologies about the demonstration earlier. He is sending an Arbites speeder to pick up you and your retinue for tonight's dinner.
I have contacted the Tech Priests from Pelagius' landing. They will come by the office early afternoon tomorrow. I will have some men set things up at the office and secure it for the evening.
Mr. Serger, the trader who apparently found some interesting items said he will conctact tomorrow at Noon bell with a location for a meeting that evening."
You hear and see a vehicle landing outside in the courtyard.
"Ahh there is your ride. Enjoy your dinner, sir."
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Thraxus takes the time to ensure that his weapons and armor have been appropriately buffed and cleaned of any grime. He styles his hair, trims away any rogue hairs from his manicured face and brushes down his xeno-pelt cloak. He is, the very image of refinement.
"Thank you Dallion," says Thraxus with a smile as he strides to the Arbites vehicle, "don't wait up!"
He then takes a seat, begins to pack his pipe and waits for the rest of the party to join him.
"Thank you Dallion," says Thraxus with a smile as he strides to the Arbites vehicle, "don't wait up!"
He then takes a seat, begins to pack his pipe and waits for the rest of the party to join him.
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