The Bashar
First Post
"Ahh I know the lure of the stars. But, business must be attended to. My ship is my home more than anywhere else really. But I spent the last year near the Heathen Stars. Are you familiar with it? They sit near the spinward side of the Rifts of Hecaton. There are a number of human worlds there that have been cut off from humanity for so long that they know nothing about the God-Emperor. I established some holdings there, but need workers for a variety of tasks."
He motions around him with his arms.
"Which is why I'm here. While in Footfall I heard about the number of refugees fleeing the Orks near the Cauldron and heading back to the Imperium. Many of these people are desperate for a home and work, I can give them both. The Administrator is being rather unhelpful. You'd think he'd be more than happy to get rid of them? But something is up, he acts like the problem will take care of itself."
Jonquin begins to scratch his chin for about a minute. He remembers that he was in the middle of a conversation and returns his attention to Thraxus.
"What brings you here? Interested in making Thrones? I may have some work for someone with his own ship."
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While Thraxus is talking to Jonquin the people in the foyer move about between the other conversations. Three men start to make their way to the group. They wear long robes which are richly embroidered and have large hoods which conceals most of their faces. Their hands are concealed in the sleeves of their robes. They stop in front of Macharius.
"Greetings Navigator. I do not recognize you. Which House do you hail from? I am Therum of House Benetek, third son of Novator Benetek. "
He motions around him with his arms.
"Which is why I'm here. While in Footfall I heard about the number of refugees fleeing the Orks near the Cauldron and heading back to the Imperium. Many of these people are desperate for a home and work, I can give them both. The Administrator is being rather unhelpful. You'd think he'd be more than happy to get rid of them? But something is up, he acts like the problem will take care of itself."
Jonquin begins to scratch his chin for about a minute. He remembers that he was in the middle of a conversation and returns his attention to Thraxus.
"What brings you here? Interested in making Thrones? I may have some work for someone with his own ship."
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While Thraxus is talking to Jonquin the people in the foyer move about between the other conversations. Three men start to make their way to the group. They wear long robes which are richly embroidered and have large hoods which conceals most of their faces. Their hands are concealed in the sleeves of their robes. They stop in front of Macharius.
"Greetings Navigator. I do not recognize you. Which House do you hail from? I am Therum of House Benetek, third son of Novator Benetek. "