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<blockquote data-quote="The Bashar" data-source="post: 5824886" data-attributes="member: 100644">The Rogue Trader and his retinue descend down the gangplank down onto the hangar floor.&nbsp; The ship’s crew are unloading cargo from the stern hatch, while the station’s staff are directing them where to take it.&nbsp; Bromidus is speaking to a group of twenty people, at the head of which is an older man.&nbsp; He is wearing the clothes of a scribe or an adept, he has jet black hair which has a few prominent streaks of silver shot through it.&nbsp; A hellgun sits on his hip while a data slate is in his hand.&nbsp; He occasionally looks at it and gives orders to the people standing around him.&nbsp; When he looks up from the data slate this time he notices Thraxus and smiles.&nbsp; He waves him over.“M’Lord Thraxus, you look quite well.”He takes a deep bow.“You’ve quite the group of associates there. A Navigator none the less. I am Dallion, servant of House Vespus.”He motions to the short woman to his right.&nbsp; “This is Muriel.&nbsp; I’ve hired her as an assistant.&nbsp; She’s lived in Port Wander her whole life and has been a tremendous asset.”Muriel executes a clumsy curtsy and her pale void born skin blushes a deep crimson.&nbsp; She is dressed plainly in a grey robe cinched with a simple belt.&nbsp; On the belt she has a simple Las Pistol and some tiny pouches.&nbsp; You do notice a few wires and ports on the side of her skull, indicating she’s had some cybernetic augmentations.“A pleasure to be working for your Dynasty, M’Lord.”Dallion smirks at her shyness in the presence of Thraxus and his party.“Muriel, I’m going to take the Lord and his party back to the apartments.&nbsp; Work with Bromidus to off load the cargo and transport it to the office in the trade district.&nbsp; Come join us when that is completed.”Dallion motions towards the door.&quot;When you're ready M'Lord.&quot;</blockquote>

[QUOTE="The Bashar, post: 5824886, member: 100644"] The Rogue Trader and his retinue descend down the gangplank down onto the hangar floor. The ship’s crew are unloading cargo from the stern hatch, while the station’s staff are directing them where to take it. Bromidus is speaking to a group of twenty people, at the head of which is an older man. He is wearing the clothes of a scribe or an adept, he has jet black hair which has a few prominent streaks of silver shot through it. A hellgun sits on his hip while a data slate is in his hand. He occasionally looks at it and gives orders to the people standing around him. When he looks up from the data slate this time he notices Thraxus and smiles. He waves him over. [COLOR="DarkOrange"]“M’Lord Thraxus, you look quite well.”[/COLOR] He takes a deep bow. [COLOR="DarkOrange"]“You’ve quite the group of associates there. A Navigator none the less. I am Dallion, servant of House Vespus.”[/COLOR] He motions to the short woman to his right. [COLOR="DarkOrange"]“This is Muriel. I’ve hired her as an assistant. She’s lived in Port Wander her whole life and has been a tremendous asset.”[/COLOR] Muriel executes a clumsy curtsy and her pale void born skin blushes a deep crimson. She is dressed plainly in a grey robe cinched with a simple belt. On the belt she has a simple Las Pistol and some tiny pouches. You do notice a few wires and ports on the side of her skull, indicating she’s had some cybernetic augmentations. [COLOR="Plum"]“A pleasure to be working for your Dynasty, M’Lord.”[/COLOR] Dallion smirks at her shyness in the presence of Thraxus and his party. [COLOR="DarkOrange"]“Muriel, I’m going to take the Lord and his party back to the apartments. Work with Bromidus to off load the cargo and transport it to the office in the trade district. Come join us when that is completed.”[/COLOR] Dallion motions towards the door. [COLOR="DarkOrange"]"When you're ready M'Lord."[/COLOR] [/QUOTE]

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