DM Alexander Kilcoyne's Rogue Trader (Warpstorm Trilogy) (Inactive)

Game Master Alexander Kilcoyne

Navis signs swiftly and decisively, hiding his satisfaction at seeing the terms ably altered. He nods in response to the Governer "Of course... can I also assume airspace clearance to have one of our own shuttles mobilized to us?"

If clearance is ceded, Navis moves to borrow a vox-link and sends message to the Aeternus to bring his formal robes... a squadron of house guard, a few of his more trusted offsiders and a smattering of banners and symbolatry glorifying their Dynasty with which to adorn the provided manse.

To Irena he shrugs and clarifies "They will not be here today and the night offers rare opportunity to ensure we are well anchored on this world while we defend it. I would wager you as much as you care to lose that the actions of the evening will weigh heavier than any volley of macrocannon fire to follow."

Before Jorun has a chance to leave Yosarni commands his attention to divert him...
Will handle the following once we've completely finished with the Governor.

"I know my duty, I will represent my captain and my faith at this soiree, I just wish that others would support each other without encouragement."

Formal robes, I think, this is a world dominated by the Emperors Creed, let us show that the Emperor protects.

"Yosarni, if you could arrange for my ceremonial robes to be sent down, I think the people need to be reminded that the Emperor's presence is everywhere."

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"No robes for me then, but formal attire nevertheless," Arannis says as he addresses the Seneschal; he never did like the robes, as he finds that they tend to provide less freedom of movement than one might expect. "After all, I hardly need them to show what my specific area of expertise is," he adds with a little smile, this last remark in reference to Varius' and Irena's dilemma. A good look at the man's face should answer that particular question well enough.

Clearly quite lost, the Governor fixed Varius with a condescending frown.

You may, of course, wear your robes, Enginseer. Jorun will see to it that they are in pristine condition, however.

Awareness Governor Kapak (TN56): 1d100 ⇒ 94

Governor Kapak completely missed Irena's muttered comment, but while smoking his Obscura and watching Navis address her, he smiled emphatically at her.

By all means, Navis. As members of the Defence Council you have full clearance to the skies and in the palace.

The Governor shook Silas' hand.

Oh, a shared manse? That simply won't do. I'll have you stationed in a villa. Very well, gentlemen, madam; I shall see you shortly.

You are granted a villa in the Palential district, a short walk from the Governor's Palace. You can have anything you desire shuttled down to the small rooftop landing pad (this also means the Aeternus is a half-hour flight away). There are tailors available should you wish to prepare new clothing for the gala - the Governor is footing that particular bill so you can easily afford the best they have to offer. Each officer is given his own suite, and you are waited upon with, if anything, more diligence than you enjoy aboard your ship. In particular the sizable, well tended (and walled) grounds of the villa make for an excellent place to stretch one's legs. The villa is richly appointed and fully staffed with servants, but also equipped with an annex containing information on Damaris, its military capabilities, and even hololithic tables for strategic planning. You also have access to ground transport should they need it, in the form of lumbering luxury quad-tracks. Jorun remains on hand as a liaison unless you wish otherwise.

You have no problem acquiring the guest list. Amongst a hundred or so minor nobles and high-ranking administrators, there are nine individuals who are either on the Defence Council or who have considerable military or administrative resources to contribute to it.

Rogue Trader Jaramiah Blitz
Rogue Trader Elizabeth Orleans
General Dante (head of the 'Highland Levy' planetary defence force)
Commander Reynolds (Head of the Damaris system Defence Fleet)
Lord-Captain Sylvia Locke
Bishop Arint (custodian of the shrine of Saint Drusus)
Tech Priest Hadron Shard (master of the forge-district)
Marshal Solaria Thrace (leader of the 'Magistratum' - the Damaris police force)
Chief Astropath Kevil Staysis

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Your PF has been reduced by 15. This will provide the following benefits:

1. A company of mercenaries are being rapidly dispatched to Damaris. Their cost is 2PF; massively increased from the standard rate due to the time constraints, short notice and risk.

2. Opening the cargo bay of the Aeternus and providing some needed munitions, particularly torpedo's, will allow an increase in the firepower and combat capability of Damaris' armoured tank and armoured artillery companies, for a cost of 4PF.

3. Spending vast money on Damaris industry, you will be able to pull vast amounts of workers away from agriculture and into industry to boost production. This will translate to stronger defences on all of Damaris' outer walls, for a cost of 4PF.

4. For a cost of 5PF, you plan to invest a great deal of time and money into producing orbital mines; something Damaris does not traditionally have the facilities to create. This will give you an edge in space battles to follow.

Once his uniform is sent down from the Aeternus, Commander McKie sets about getting prepared. Pressed and ready, he squares his uniform away and gives himself a fresh shave. My least favorite part of service, the uniform.

He belts on his service bolt pistol and sword, adjusting them slightly, then cleaning the brass one more time. Once finished he meets the others in what they've repurposed as a conference hall.

Commander McKie strides in and nods his approval. Yosarni's men do good work. This will do while we are here.

I'll handle Locke. He says, matter-of-factly. She won't like not having full command, but she's used to it. No one ever has full control while in the Imperial Navy. Sometimes not even on their own ship.

He crosses his arms to hear the others out, nodding to confirm any additional assignments, if any, he's given.

Once this gala is done, I'll be headed back to the Aeternus. We need some better readings up there. I want to know more about those other planets and that ice on the outer ring. No true explorations, I just want to know what we're dealing with up in the Void. I assume the area is too vast to get full detailed Auguries of the other planets and the ice ring, I'll just be shooting for the lay of the land, so to speak. But that's for later. First, we need to survive the party.

Irena some time in prayer and ritual purification before changing to her robes, she normally disdains them, preferring to stick to her guard attaché uniform - but for some reason today they seem comforting. These clothes are to be her armour at this gala, and protect her from temptation.

She pulls what data she can on Bishop Arint, he will be her target to gain the confidence of, while his time has been limited she should probably ask Yosarni if he has any further information to give her.

Trien sat on his bed looking around at his quaters, they were lush and beautiful, every piece was a work of art, every window a finely crafted work, every wall covered in paintings. He hated it, down to the awful carpets.

Luxury was not for him, whilst he had to get used to a certain amount being a navigator, the especially lush places always felt wrong to him. He had lived in the sewer system of a space ship for several years of his life time, completely pitch black and often not even able to move his arms more than a few inches, someone having this much space to themselves just felt WRONG.

He felt his mask rubbing more intensely than usual. He had been told that there were hundreds of things you could put between the wooden mask and his face that would ease the comfort, he had been told that it would make it feel as if he were wearing nothing than his own skin...they missed the point. He wanted to feel the mask, it was a reminder of his nature, part of his punishment, a small way to make him remember he past deeds, he would never forget.

He shuddered, he had felt impure thoughts earlier, but he had stupidly left his "purifying" equipment on board the ship, and he needed purification, the thought of leaving the room again as he was made him feel physically ill. He looked around the room, there was a large metal staff in the corner, it was covered in spikes and serrated edges, it would have to do. He stripped off and got to work.

I'm hoping people don't take the last sentence the wrong way...

Jorun is sequestered for but a few moments, sufficient to elicit a promise for an early morning rendezvous tomorrow such that Yosarni can be given a tour of the major trading houses and time to speak in relative private.

From there he retreats to his room and cleanses, discarding any of the Governer's supplied workers to liaise only with his own people. Navis requests an update on the vox traffic that followed their interruption to the meeting, as well as instructing a couple of his rats to thoroughly vet and secure the villa whilst they were at the gala. Sweep for bugs, observe and vet the supplied staff... the usual paranoid provisions. Given the limited time that would have to serve for the moment... any forays into Damaris proper to come on the morrow.

He does not don his xeno-mesh, instead relying solely on his synskin and ornate robes for protection. His inferno pistol is sequestered in a sheath woven into the sleeve of his robes so as to appear to a casual glance unarmed... though trained eyes would likely detect the conceit with ease. The robes are unhooded, though the sleeves are voluminous and the whole of it's red expanse of cloth draped in gold and silver highlights.

Once ready he attends to the meeting of the senior officers, standing rather than seating and ready for the night's festivities. Reviewing the guest list he confers with Silas and Iago "A long and illustrious list... though our efforts should rightfully be focused upon a few over others. I can likely appeal to the Rogue Trader's hip pocket if not their sense of injustice at being upstaged by the last arrivals."

As the quadtracked ground car transports them to the villa where they will be residing for their time planetside, Varius divides his time between observing the technological implications present in the landscape and developing a theoretical list of options and executions that might assist with both the defense as a whole and their goals within the defense.

Arriving at the villa, he transfers Navis a list of items he will need brought down from the ship, then takes to his quarters quickly. He consecrates then uses the safe provided to store his hellgun and meltagun. He is loathe to leave them unattended, but understands the importance of the evening's events. Disrobing, he offers his prayers to the Omnissiah as he oils and polishes his blessed implants.

When the shuttle from the Aeternus lands, he is pleased to receive several different sets of ceremonial robes. One set strikes him as exemplifying his faith, rank, and yet offers a touch of what the others might call 'fashion'. A dress variant of his explorator robes used in ceremonial installation of upper limb implants and bionics, the robe itself lacks sleeves, exposing Varius's well muscled arms and the superior implants and augmetics running through his skin. The technology used to elevate him to his rank is unlike that of a normal or even ranking techpriest, and thus being able to display hints of it will undoubtedly draw attention and awe. The floor length crimson robe itself flows loosely and is topped by the traditional cowl and habit. Each piece is edged in the black and white cog's teeth detail, and the fabric itself is soft and moves majestically.

While he leaves it on, Varius shifts the cowl down off his head, fully exposing his multiple cranial implants. He likewise braids his dark hair in an overlapping pattern, leading back to the base of his skull then down his back. A dark leather baldric hangs from his left shoulder to his right hip, offering a place for him to carry a finely-crafted power axe. He mounts multiple tools and devices to the belts of his robes. Crisp black leather gloves cover his hands, with strategic holes cut to expose his electro-grafts. Beneath his respirator a thin smile cracks as he looks in the mirror. Bold and imposing, Enginseer Varius Kavro looked like a man to be both respected and feared.

Meeting the others in the common room, he listens to the continued discussions. "As is to be expected, my focus will be Techpriest Hadron Shard. Securing his forges and the defenses surrounding them will be paramount to sustaining a prolonged defense of Damaris, both above and on the planet. In addition, I will try to procure any archaeotech he may be withholding from the common defense. Beyond my communications with him, my knowledge of defenses and arms could likewise be of assistance to those engaging in negotiations with General Dante."

McKie looks stern, but thoughtful, Our main concern should be the resources that could leave if they wanted to. The Rogue Traders and possibly Locke. I expect Locke has orders to stay, otherwise she wouldn't still be here. So my focus there will be getting her to submit to the Lord-Captain's command. She's still a Navy Lord-Captain, and will almost certainly be an excellent advisor on naval space combat. And she has the most powerful ship available.

The Rogue Traders are still here, which bodes well to them staying. However, if they think plans are going poorly, it's possible they'll pull out. And if they do so late enough in the planning, it will be impossible to recover. We need to convince them that their best option for profit is to stay. And if they're not going to stay the whole way through, then they should leave now.

As for the others, including the General, they have no choice but to fight. Our concern there will be to find out what resources they have, and to convince them that we know how to best use them...and keep them safe.

He frowns slightly, And, of course, which will be better to sacrifice if such a difficult decision must be made. The General is rightly afraid of what will happen to this planet should we prove successful, but with heavy losses. It is possible and likely that they will be left with too few resources to recover or protect themselves. Where possible, we should start planning for that now. We have mercenaries being rushed here, but it might be beneficial to Damaris if we make plans to bring in troops and supplies once the fighting is over. Now would be better than when they're desperate and the prices go up. But that is a matter for you to discuss with the Governor.

Silas, in his usual dashing attire, meets with the others. Because of the coming invasion, he carries with him is personal arms: plasma pistol and power sword.

Silas listens to the comments of the others and nods his concurrence with their assessment with the following addendum, "We need to focus on Locke, Orleans and Dante. Ludicus, Commander, you will of course sound out the leanings of our Lord Captain Locke. Navis and I will deal with Orleans and Blitz. Irena will charm the lord general, of course."

Then Silas remembers, "For some reason, I think it's best that you avoid lady Orleans, Irena."

"Magos, the task of co-opting your Damaris counterpart I leave to your capable hands."

"Overall, leave the final offer-making to me, though of course you can assure the people you deal with that your recommendation in this matters carry great weight. In other words, I will rubber stamp any deal you recommend provided they do not contradicts this House's interests. And for the moment, the House Tyr finds its fortunes entwined with House Kapak and Damaris."

"Oh, and Navis, secure the loyalty of the key personnel that you deem necessary with offers of safe passage from Damaris in the event the unlikely happens."

Then Silas takes a moment to look each of his advisers in the eye and say: "We have lots of work ahead of us and there may be times when we cannot consult with each other on what to do. Remember: I trust you all to do the right thing for House Tyr."

Iago nods as the Lord-Captain lays out the plan, I suggest that Lady Tyr join me in speaking with Locke. Unless the Lord-Captain turns out to dislike Ecclesiarchy. If Mr. Marleno and I both approach her she'll be on her guard, expecting an attack.

This has the added benefit of putting two characters whose players are present on one NPC and leaving the botted player alone for another NPC. Which means that if we finish early, we can have another character go over and speak with the General with him (holding that conversation off for a bit) and perhaps Ludicous will be back in time to actually do it himself rather than being botted through an important conversation.

"I approve of your suggestion, Commander."

"Nevertheless, let's try to mingle with as many of the people attending the gala. House Tyr must be presented in the best light possible."

Yosarni stays thoughtful through much of the discussion, but does clarify "The hope of passage off Damaris might be offered... the donkey strains harder for the carrot just out of reach"

"Hehehe precisely, Navis."

"Why Iago, I didn't realise you liked keeping me so close..."", she smiles at him mischievously, her features looking out of place against her ornate ecclesiastical robes.

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With a completely flat expression upon his face, McKie responds, Whatever gives us the edge.

The Governor's Gala

After a brief respite to discuss your plans and dress appropriately for the event, you return to the sumptuousness of Kapak's palace, with Jorun acting as your herald.

As Jorun escorts you to the doors leading to the Governor’s Ball Room, he speaks quietly with the pair of guards standing watch outside. Turning to you he says, “I shall have you announced momentarily.” Within moments you hear the crier announce, “...from the far reaches of our God–Emperor’s domain, I present...’”and then your names are called out along with all of your titles. At that, you are swept up into the moment and enter His Honour’s majestic ball room.

Like the rest of the palace you have seen, this room clearly shows that the Governor spares no expense on his diversions. Attendees move about and form into small groups where intrigues and gossip are exchanged. From your vantage when you first enter the ball room, you can see that an area has been cordoned off where a sumptuous feast is being prepared. Gilded servitors move about dispensing drinks and other refreshments. Far off in the distance, you can hear the melody of a woman singing while orchestral servitors play at the other end of the room.

Each of the nine individuals on your "target list" are present; and Sylvia Locke seems to have brought her Executive Officer along; a man Navis has managed to identify as Lieutenant Onos Kass in the very brief time that he has had to gather any information.

Governor Kapak is dressed in splendid red robes and greets you with a smile.

Welcome, welcome to all of you. Please, feel free to mingle with the esteemed guests present here. It will be perhaps an hour before the feast is prepared in its entirety.

Over to you. We'll try and run this entire role-playing chunk in "Scenes", so you have some idea of time. This is Scene 1- initial mingling before the feast.

Trien's back itched furiously. The skin had knitted back together moments after his purification, however the uncomfortable itching sensation persisted long after. He awkwardly scratched his back in the guise of adjusting his ornate robe.

As a Navigator he was used to wearing fine clothing, however even these robes seemed ostentatious by comparison. Then again, he thought, that was point of being in this ball, to impress the other guests present.

He should probably do something to help rather than just stand around again. This situation was not his forte, not by a long shot, but it would almost be worse having a shadowy figure stand at the edge and stare at people all night.

He let out a sigh and picked out the friendliest looking group. He knew the theory, he'd seen various people do it over the years, it couldn't be that hard surely...

Charm test! Rolling on half Fel so that's 16... 1d100 ⇒ 56

Ludicus leans in towards Iago and mutters softly while hiding his mouth behind his hand.
"When the time comes, we should divide and conquer, I'll waylay the Executive officer and give you and Mamzel Tyr a chance to speak to Locke "alone"."

Commander McKie, dressed in his naval uniform, looks as if he'd prefer to be anywhere but here. Despite this displeasure, he walks with a confidence, assured that no one will bother him unless he wants them to. He scowls as his gaze travels over the room, looking every bit the part of the military officer. A wry smirk reaches the side of his mouth as he spots Locke.

With a nod of respect and a look that said he too felt unease at being here instead of on a ship in the Void, he makes his way towards her and her executive officer.

He nods slightly in response to Ludicus as they make their way over, only stopping a moment to spot Irena.

I expect she'll make her way over to us after the initial introductions. I'm sure she'll make the transition look natural. Nobles seem born for this sort of thing. Ecclesiarcy or not.

Lord-Captain Locke, of the Aegis. You've made quite the impression on this planet. With a stern, unsmiling look upon his face, McKie extends a hand.

Navis keeps his arms within his voluminous sleeves as he floats into the ballroom in the wake of his more magnificent colleagues. He scans around for the two other Rogue Traders Blitz and Orleans, seeing if they are already engaged in conversation or could be divested by himself.

Silas beckons Navis to follow him as he makes for straight line to the Lady Orleans.

Silas salutes her in the formal manner and greets her in high gothic, " Audentes fortuna iuvat."

"Lady Orleans, you are quite stunning."

Trien's attempts at small talk invariably ended the same way; polite excuses and hasty retreats from the groups or individuals he engaged in conversation. His mask, in particular, seemed to be putting people off. He did attempt to enlighten a minor noble on the art of Astromancy but the man seemed only vaguely interested. Still. Not the worst social interaction he'd had in the past year. Or month.

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Meanwhile, Iago engaged Lord-Captain Locke in conversation. The woman was in full dress uniform and was stood very stiffly, apparently quite ill at ease at the formal party. Her XO Onos Kass seemed a little more comfortable, although that likely had something to do with the hip flask he was sipping from. The two were wandering the party together, keeping clear of large groups. She had a long-suffering look upon her face as she greeted government officials, disengaging swiftly from each entanglement.

She answered Iago coolly, while the XO raised a glass to Ludicus as he approached, apparently anticipating that he would end up in a seperate conversation.

Having been garrisoned here for half a decade, I would certainly hope so, Mr. McKie the tall and forbidding Lord-Captain replied. The conversation already had a militaristic feel to it and it was obvious that Locke treated a fellow and proven Naval commander with more respect than she would otherwise.

Commander McKie's Peer (Military) talent does apply with Locke.

Your dynasty has also made quite the impression. Perhaps we can make General Dante see sense; and stop acting as a hindrance to our plans. You would do well to put a stop to his power-grabbing; he is the true problem in the defense council.

In order to secure a private audience with an amenable Lord-Captain Locke, you will need to pass another social interaction challenge. Her starting attitude is Indifferent (+0). You only need 4 successes to secure this meeting.

Suggested interaction skills are Blather, Charm, Command and Deceive. Other interaction skills can apply, but take a -10 penalty.

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Scanning the room, Navis could see that the two Rogue Traders had very different approaches and styles to the mingling. Lady Orleans looked utterly in her element; working the room and conversing pleasantly and politely with officials from Damaris.

Blitz, however, seemed to be holding court; a small group of officials and nobles had gathered around him (especially women) and he was obviously spinning tales for them, flashing an easy smile and gesturing wildly to much ado.

Lady Orleans did not deign to answer Silas immediately- instead finishing her business and politely dismissing the young Damaris industry magnate she had been speaking to.

In order to secure a private audience with an amenable Lady Orleans, you will need to pass a social interaction challenge. Her starting attitude is Indifferent (+0). You only need 4 successes to secure this meeting.

Suggested interaction skills are Barter, Blather, Charm and Deceive. Other interaction skills can apply, but take a -10 penalty.

She smiled softly at Silas once this was done, but tsk'd a little as she spoke in a friendly manner.

Well met... Flattery won't have any impact on any negotiations between us, Silas, but it is appreciated nevertheless.

The Rogue Trader glanced over at Iago, on the other side of the ballroom. I see you have tactically divided your forces; your First Officer is to conquer the Laborious Lady Locke she said in a mocking tone, while you are here to turn your charms on me, hmm? And who is going to win over General Dante? That poor man... being seen and graced by House Tyr last will surely offend his pride.

Lady Orleans' tone was playful enough, but there was a hint of severity behind the frivolous behavior.

Leaving Silas to pair with the more suited Orleans, Navis sought to insinuate himself within Blitz' circle. He waited for a suitable break in his story telling before proffering a bow and asking "May I join you Lord-Captain?" with a honest smile.

Sensing that playfulness is just a negotiating tactic on the part of Lady Orleans, Silas tries to jolt her.

"During the meeting you did not like the appearance of Irena, our missionary. Tell me, was it because of her or the institution she represents?"

Inquiry TN 37 - 4 degrees of Failure 1d100 ⇒ 80

Silas then beckons Navis, "I may need your assistance here."

Plus 10 to any roll Navis wants to make to help us avoid the impact of the very negative roll I just made

McKie tries to think of anything he's heard about Locke or the Aegis, or even Mr. Kass.

Common Lore (Imperial Navy) TN:40: 1d100 ⇒ 77
Failure! 3 Degrees.

I'd never heard of the Aegis before now, though in the wide expanse of the Imperium, I suppose that's not all that surprising. It is an impressive ship.

McKie pauses to judge Locke's reaction. Does she jump at the chance to see an insult, no matter how trivial? Or fawn at the simple compliment. The Commander expects neither, but it's always best to test the waters.

Scrutiny TN:50: 1d100 ⇒ 30
Talented +10, Success, 2 Degrees.

A stern smirk, General Dante is certainly passionate. Plenty of that sort to be found in the military. More heart than brains. But when the fighting starts, he'll be fighting for his home. I'm sure we can convince him, between the two of us, how best to save his planet.

Charm TN30: 1d100 ⇒ 19
Unskilled (20), Peer (Military) +10. Success! 1 Degree.

As to his power-grabbing, we are aware of the issue. He pauses and gives a serious look to show that it's been noted and is being dealt with. Make of that what you will Lord-Captain.

Deceive TN50: 1d100 ⇒ 25
Fel (40), Peer (Military) +10, Success! 2 Degrees.

But with all due respect Lord-Captain, in the end, the true threat to the Council are the Orks. Everyone on the Defense Council needs to be convinced of this. These people, indicating the crowds with a short wave of his mechanical arm, may all be dead soon. Some will almost certainly die no matter what we do. You and I are familiar with battle. You know someone will have to make those hard decisions. And the Council will have to make one now. Together. Or this whole planet is doomed.

Command TN40: 1d100 ⇒ 25
unskilled (20), Talented +10, Peer (Military) +10, Success! 1 Degree.

Now for the Lady Tyr to enter the conversation. Some faith would do us good.

Dressed in fine enough clothing instead of robes and with his mastercrafted mono-sword resting in its scabbard, as much decoration as it is weapon, Arannis enters the great room, pausing for a moment to take in his surroundings and the people milling about as best he can. Owing to the number of guests and staff, it does take him a few moment to pinpoint his counterpart's whereabouts, but once he has done so, he excuses himself from his comrades and moves towards the other man.

"Greetings, Chief Astropath Staysis," he says softly, a little bow of his head accompanying the words.

Sensing that playfulness is just a negotiating tactic on the part of Lady Orleans, Silas tries to jolt her.

"During the meeting you did not like the appearance of Irena, our missionary. Tell me, was it because of her or the institution she represents?"

Inquiry TN 37 - 4 degrees of Failure 1d100

Silas then beckons Navis, "I may need your assistance here."

Plus 10 to any roll Navis wants to make to help us avoid the impact of the very negative roll I just made

Navis is otherwise engaged; it would be a terrible breach of etiquette to introduce himself to a Rogue Trader and then break away. A smooth and swift disengage would require a Hard (-20) Charm test, if that is what he wants to do.

Silas, you may want to spend a fate point. Your abrupt and direct line of inquiry is likely to utterly offend Lady Orleans otherwise.

Ludicus was impressed with Onos Kass right from the get go, the man clearly either had a very good grasp of the situation, or he had very subtle "intelligence gatherers" mingling with that crowd.

Two can play this game serrah, and I am no novice either.

People often found his steely and unblinking gaze somewhat disconcerting, and he now focused his gaze like a targeting array on Kass.

You are not shy about having a quick nip, so clearly you are either so accustomed to these parties that you feel you can do this, or you are confident that you can get away with it either way.
In either sense, I have a feeling that we will get along best if we do not engage in the normal wordplay and etiquette fencing.
I think you would appreciate the bluff soldier routine best, and that is an easy part to play for me, because THAT is me.

"Greetings Onos Kass, Xo to Lord Captain Locke, it is a pleasure to meet you, I am Ludicus Marleno, master at arms to Lord Captain Silas Tyr."

Ludicus then offers a quick and crisp salute followed by offering a hearty handshake.

Just a short confirmation that Navis is staying on Blitz.

Use Fate Point for Inquiry Test 1d100 ⇒ 23

Cool 1 degree of Success for Inquiry

"Fortune favors the bold, Lady Orleans."

As Navis awaits the Rogue Trader's response, he scans his memory for any markers or sounding points... past campaigns or victories that he could be reminded of or flattered with...
Common Lore (Koronus or Underworld) (TN=46): 1d100 ⇒ 63 Failure with 1 degree

After arriving at the gala, Varius takes some time to observe the intricacies of the interactions. The Factors of the Lathes would normally handle such issues. Still, I go to speak to one of my own, something these others do not have the privilege of

Looking about the grand hall, he seeks out his fellow Priest of Mars. Approaching the resident magos, Varius addresses him in techna-lingua, the holy tongue of the Adeptus Mechanicus.

"Forge Master Hadron Shard, blessed acolyte of the Omnissiah, guardian and lord of the machine spirits of Damaris, please allow me to introduce myself. I am designated as Explorator-Venatus Varius Kavro, Enginseer Prime of the frigate Aeternus, Specimen 196-A of Batch LW49-X13-J6, Adept of the Cult Mechanicus, Forge Priest of Mars, Blessed Servant of the Omnissiah. I am honored to make your acquaintance. In my short time on Damaris, I have been impressed by the great many creations of your forges, and know that in the coming conflict the strength of both your sacred factorium and its myriad of mechanical creations will be the key to the success and survival of Damaris."

Charm TN13: 1d100 ⇒ 4 success, no degrees, +10 on next roll

Varius searches his mind for detailed Mechanicus lore that will assist him and connecting with Shard and developing a strong plan for both protecting and utilizing the techpriest's forges.

Forbidden Lore (Ad Mech) TN45: 1d100 ⇒ 4 success with 4 degrees

Iago takes a brief moment to scan the room. He smiles slightly as he sees Trien. Not his element. He'll do better when it counts, I am sure. An ever so brief nod towards Kavro and Crane, noting that they too have found their marks.

Without a clear view of the Rogue Traders, because of the crowds they inevitably draw, he turns back to his conversation.

Let us hope the Captain and Yosarni don't drown within that flock.

Leaving Silas to pair with the more suited Orleans, Navis sought to insinuate himself within Blitz' circle. He waited for a suitable break in his story telling before proffering a bow and asking "May I join you Lord-Captain?" with a honest smile.

Navis approached as this particular tale seemed to be coming to a close. Blitz favored Navis with a wink as he joined the audience.

... and so, that was the predicament I found myself in. Hanging on the very edge of my personal shuttle, betrayed and clinging on for dear life as the traitor made off with the very jewels my men and I had so laboriously traded for on the distant world of Surder. The vile, villainous fellow's men hailed bullets at the flyer with their crude, hive-made autoguns. With bullets bouncing off my armour, the flyer itself jolting from the attempted landing and the slugs rattling it and the traitor over 60 metres away and fading into a crowd...

Blitx shook his head slowly and his voice had lowered to accentuate the grim situation he was in.

Truth be told, a lesser man would surely have held onto the shuttle; climbed on board and sought to enter, to seek shelter. Jeremiah Blitz is not a man to be crossed, however. I drew upon every ounce of pistol marksmanship I possessed and took the shot. One hand clinging to a shuttle wing and under fire, I fired a single bolt at extreme distance Bliz warmly patted one of the two exquisitely furnished bolt pistols at his side and slew him in one near-impossible feat of marksmanship; the bolt entering the back of his traitor's skull. By the God-Emperor; I can only hope to fire such a magnificent shot again in my life. I would be remiss to point out that, upon witnessing my nerve and skill, the man's hired guns immediately withdrew, nay, fled! And of course... the governor; and his wife... saw fit to see me well rewarded for my deed.

The small crowd around him seemed impressed by Blitz's tale, but upon seeing Navis made way for a more private conversation. The rakish Rogue Trader stuck out a hand for Navis to shake.

By all means. Jeremiah Blitz, at your service. For the right price and job, naturally.

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McKie tries to think of anything he's heard about Locke or the Aegis, or even Mr. Kass.

[dice=Common Lore (Imperial Navy) TN:40]1d100
Failure! 3 Degrees.

I'd never heard of the Aegis before now, though in the wide expanse of the Imperium, I suppose that's not all that surprising. It is an impressive ship.

McKie pauses to judge Locke's reaction. Does she jump at the chance to see an insult, no matter how trivial? Or fawn at the simple compliment. The Commander expects neither, but it's always best to test the waters.

[dice=Scrutiny TN:50]1d100
Talented +10, Success, 2 Degrees.

A stern smirk, General Dante is certainly passionate. Plenty of that sort to be found in the military. More heart than brains. But when the fighting starts, he'll be fighting for his home. I'm sure we can convince him, between the two of us, how best to save his planet.

[dice=Charm TN30]1d100
Unskilled (20), Peer (Military) +10. Success! 1 Degree.

As to his power-grabbing, we are aware of the issue. He pauses and gives a serious look to show that it's been noted and is being dealt with. Make of that what you will Lord-Captain.

[dice=Deceive TN50]1d100
Fel (40), Peer (Military) +10, Success! 2 Degrees.

But with all due respect Lord-Captain, in the end, the true threat to the Council are the Orks. Everyone on the Defense Council needs to be convinced of this. These people, indicating the crowds with a short wave of his mechanical arm, may all be dead soon. Some will almost certainly die no matter what we do. You and I are familiar with battle. You know someone will have to make those hard decisions. And the Council will have to make one now. Together. Or this whole planet is doomed.

[dice=Command TN40]1d100
unskilled (20), Talented +10, Peer (Military) +10, Success! 1 Degree.

Locke seemed to neither take offence or fawn at the compliment. The steady woman seemed a little beyond such predictable emotional responses.

Commander McKie, the Aegis is by far the most potent weapon we have at our disposal in space. For all of its firepower, the Bulwark is utterly restricted by its orbiting pattern and lack of manoeuvrability. It is good that you recognise Aegis' power.

Locke let out a slow sigh.

I know Dante means well. His passion does him no good while he is putting his personal ambitions first. I think he wants to be seen as Damaris' savior. Perhaps he is rational enough to look past his own pride.

Iago's words seemed to truly reach Lord-Captain Locke. The First Officer was in exceptional form. She seemed in agreement with his outline of the situation and even the subtle authoritative tone he used to relay the importance of the defence and their combined contribution to it seemed to pass without incident. The two quickly became engrossed in conversation, discussing strategy, military tactics that could be used in the planet's defence and discussing the need for unity.

Iago is fully engaged for the duration of the mingling phase.

Successes accumulated- 9!/4.

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Approaching the pair, Irena could see that Iago was in a delicate state of negotiation and had the Lord-Captain emotionally invested in the conversation. She turned to seek out someone else to speak to and found a gaunt, older man stood before her. He looked a little confused, but his seniority and grand robes made it clear to Irena that this was Bishop Arint. When he spoke, he seemed to take unnaturally long pauses.

Oh......... It is good...... good to see someone wears... the robes...... of the faithful...... he said to her, age wearing his voice down to a creaking, strained pitch.

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Dressed in fine enough clothing instead of robes and with his mastercrafted mono-sword resting in its scabbard, as much decoration as it is weapon, Arannis enters the great room, pausing for a moment to take in his surroundings and the people milling about as best he can. Owing to the number of guests and staff, it does take him a few moment to pinpoint his counterpart's whereabouts, but once he has done so, he excuses himself from his comrades and moves towards the other man.

"Greetings, Chief Astropath Staysis," he says softly, a little bow of his head accompanying the words.

Staysis was tall and spare with a body ravaged by decades of exposure to corruption and the Warp. The leader of Damaris’ Astropathic Choir is the longest-serving member of the gubernatorial court. Despite his hideous appearance and twisted limbs, Kevil Stasys is a delicate, soft-spoken, ascetic man who rarely seems to speak aloud. He also looked quite miserable at the party, rivalling Trien's current presence and gravitas for social ineptitude. The two blind men began to converse telepathically; making for an odd sight as they faced one another without further words.

Staysis was clearly a potent Psyker, with countless decades of experience to his name. While Arannis was only able to project verbal communication; sounds in Staysis' head. The seasoned Psyker seemed well-practiced enough to send images along with his words; and a sharp sensation of taste accompanied the eccentric man's response as he mentioned the food.

I return your greetings, Arannis Crane. If you do not object, I prefer this form of communication. Are you looking forward to the banquet?

Unfamiliar sensations of taste filled Arannis' mouth and mind as Staysis projected some of his favorite morsels from the Governor's Gala's. Images of exotic fare were projected, complete with the crunch or slurping sound that accompanied eating them and the mouth-watering taste of fine food and drink.

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Ludicus was impressed with Onos Kass right from the get go, the man clearly either had a very good grasp of the situation, or he had very subtle "intelligence gatherers" mingling with that crowd.

Two can play this game serrah, and I am no novice either.

People often found his steely and unblinking gaze somewhat disconcerting, and he now focused his gaze like a targeting array on Kass.

You are not shy about having a quick nip, so clearly you are either so accustomed to these parties that you feel you can do this, or you are confident that you can get away with it either way.
In either sense, I have a feeling that we will get along best if we do not engage in the normal wordplay and etiquette fencing.
I think you would appreciate the bluff soldier routine best, and that is an easy part to play for me, because THAT is me.

"Greetings Onos Kass, Xo to Lord Captain Locke, it is a pleasure to meet you, I am Ludicus Marleno, master at arms to Lord Captain Silas Tyr."

Ludicus then offers a quick and crisp salute followed by offering a hearty handshake.

Onos looked Ludicus up and down before returning the salute and the handshake. The man was strong and muscular; likely trained as an armsman before rising to his rank.

Hello there, Ludicus he said casually, taking a long gulp from his flask before continuing; squinting a little at the Master at Arms.

Tell me, does House Tyr have many arms on board your frigate to master? We scanned your vessel, once you landed. Torpedo's will be excellent against the Ork in space, but do you have small arms fire to contribute, like Lady Orleans and Lord Blitz brought? House Troopers? Lord-Captain Locke fears you bring honeyed words to compensate your lack of firepower.

The XO noted Iago slowly leading Lord-Captain Locke away; or perhaps it was Iago being led away by her. In whichever case, he seemed unconcerned. He proffered the flask to Ludicus as he posed his question.

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After arriving at the gala, Varius takes some time to observe the intricacies of the interactions. The Factors of the Lathes would normally handle such issues. Still, I go to speak to one of my own, something these others do not have the privilege of

Looking about the grand hall, he seeks out his fellow Priest of Mars. Approaching the resident magos, Varius addresses him in techna-lingua, the holy tongue of the Adeptus Mechanicus.

"Forge Master Hadron Shard, blessed acolyte of the Omnissiah, guardian and lord of the machine spirits of Damaris, please allow me to introduce myself. I am designated as Explorator-Venatus Varius Kavro, Enginseer Prime of the frigate Aeternus, Specimen 196-A of Batch LW49-X13-J6, Adept of the Cult Mechanicus, Forge Priest of Mars, Blessed Servant of the Omnissiah. I am honored to make your acquaintance. In my short time on Damaris, I have been impressed by the great many creations of your forges, and know that in the coming conflict the strength of both your sacred factorium and its myriad of mechanical creations will be the key to the success and survival of Damaris."

[dice=Charm TN13]1d100 success, no degrees, +10 on next roll

Varius searches his mind for detailed Mechanicus lore that will assist him and connecting with Shard and developing a strong plan for both protecting and utilizing the techpriest's forges.

[dice=Forbidden Lore (Ad Mech) TN45]1d100 success with 4 degrees

Hadron Shard raised an eyebrow at Varius' approach but seemed please when Techna Lingua was spoken. An ancient Tech-Priest with an impressive amount of metal grafted to what was left of his flesh (and a wide variety of implants to boast of too), he returned Varius' formal introduction. Hadron was the archetypical cagey expert; difficult to engage and wary of conversation, but his zeal shining through once truly conversing with someone who appreciated what he spoke of. He took a shine to the young Enginseer.

Varius, I shall have to present Forge to you. Just outside the city, an island. I have hundreds, Skitarii Tech–guard. I fear not, the Ork Xenos. Keeping the Forge intact- vital for Damaris defence. That you recognise this, expected result. Main power reactor: situated in Forge.

The old Tech-Priest listened to Varius' ideas, nodding slowly in approval. He continued to converse in Techna-Lingua

What creations; provided inspiration? A sharp mind, you possess. Despite your flesh- the abundance of. Converse further- you and I?

Shard seemed to be giving Varius' ideas real thought although he offered little to the conversation himself. It almost felt like he was literally storing Varius' suggestions word for word.

Varius is fully engaged for the duration of the mingling phase.

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Sensing that playfulness is just a negotiating tactic on the part of Lady Orleans, Silas tries to jolt her.

"During the meeting you did not like the appearance of Irena, our missionary. Tell me, was it because of her or the institution she represents?"

Use Fate Point for Inquiry Test 1d100

Cool 1 degree of Success for Inquiry

"Fortune favors the bold, Lady Orleans."

If Silas' goal was to jolt Lady Orleans, he had succeeded in grand fashion. Her poised visage collapsed for a few moments.

My, your an inquisitive one... she half-hissed. Reflecting upon his question, she slowly regained her composure as she spoke.

Do not think me a Heretic, Silas. I love the God-Emperor as any devout woman should. But his mortal servants... the Ecclesiarchy... they are a blight upon this world, Silas Tyr. Manipulative and dogmatic in the extreme. My blood boils when I think of how many trillions of lives they have callously tossed aside... Do you share my perspective, Silas Tyr?

Successes accumulated- 1/4. +10 on next interaction check with Lady Orleans.

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Dressed in the robes of the Magistratum, Marshal Solaria Thrace approached Trien, who continually lost grasp of those he was trying to converse with. She A compact, wiry woman of indeterminate age with a thatch of short brown hair, a blunt manner, and a soldier’s bearing.

Well, I dare say your about as loveable as one of my cyber hounds. I've seen people flee slower from an oncoming Rhino APC. What's behind the mask then? You get your costume mixed up or are you just too darn pretty for the world to see?

Ludicus smirks a little, the man was direct and to the point.
And that was a quality that he himself could appreciate, far too many people allowed themselves to be drawn into politics and half-truths.
Here was a rare opportunity to speak to someone who would be equally frank in return.

"Do not underestimate the resources a rogue trader can bring to any endeavour, especially not when fully committed.
We may be a small house, but even a small rogue trader has plenty of resources to bring to bear.
I think you'll be pleasantly surprised when you see what we bring.
Trained mercenaries to swell the ranks of the ground troops, better weapons and armour to bolster the troops already here, plus supplies and other necessities.
Our people are committed, fully."

Taking a sip from the flask, Ludicus chuckles a little before returning it to Onus.
"Rogue traders are interested in profit, and we have invested so much now that it would be to costly to withdraw at this point...we're in it for the long haul."

Fixing Onus with his unblinking eyes, Ludicus looks to see if he understands just how committed this makes a rogue trader to a cause.

Irena looks closely at the old bishop, "I am but a servant of the Emperor, as are we all." Irena bows her head to the bishop.

"Bishop Arint I presume? Might I say that even as long as I have travelled the Shrine of St. Drusus you have here is renowned."

"I, like you, Lady Orleans, am a devout worshiper of He Who Sits On Terra. And like you, I abhor the manner His Name has been bandied about by those who think of themselves as our betters. But with our warrants, we have His Mandate. And I would see His Worship done right, if you take my meaning."

Charm TN 47 Success 2 degrees 1d100 ⇒ 20

The small crowd around him seemed impressed by Blitz's tale, but upon seeing Navis made way for a more private conversation. The rakish Rogue Trader stuck out a hand for Navis to shake.

"By all means. Jeremiah Blitz, at your service. For the right price and job, naturally"

Navis hand finds it's way out from within his voluminous sleeve to proffer a handshake whose pressure is carefully calibrated to be firm, but less firm than that offered by the Rogue Captain. With a respectful nod of the head he accepts "Navis Yosarni, Seneschal to my Lord Captain Silas Tyr, at yours." breaking the handshake and securing his hand once more married into opposite sleeve.

With a hint of smile to the corner of his mouth Yosarni continued "A fine tale Captain Blitz... though no doubt before the green tide of xenos washes over Damaris there will be more to rival it for scope. The fact we're here means that our price is at least met... it's to us to shape the job to match it." Eyes showing some life and spark he smirks "Though I doubt I could match the Governor's wife's ability to show gratitude when we win the day." lewd implications left only half said.

Charm (TN=48): 1d100 ⇒ 55 Failure unless there's an implicit bonus somewhere

Arannis simply smiles at the older psyker's request for telepathic communication and then remains silent, the rest of the conversation happening with words only the two of them can hear.

"Of course, Chief Astropath," Arannis returns, the echoing whisper that is the younger man's telepathic "voice" sent directly to Staysis' mind. "If I did not before, I certainly do now, judging from the... sensations, the taste I can feel in my mouth and mind. You must be powerful and quite skilled in using that power to send not only the memory of the various foods and drinks, but their taste and texture as well."

There is a pause as the Aeternus' Choir-master savors the sensation before he continues. "But then again that was to be expected, considering the wide-projection transmission you and the other Astropaths managed to sent out. Quite a feat. And one that my Lord-Captain asked me if I could repeat. I have to admit that his idea has merit, yes? Another such distress signal may find more ships and people willing to come to Damaris' aid. But it is not something that falls within my abilities... at least, not yet." Another smile.

Trien hung his head in dismay as the final group departed from his company. He'd made no progress, in fact he was pretty sure if anything he'd made things slightly worse.

Out of the corner of his eye he noticed the Marshal heading directly towards him. He knew that she would have some influence, if not directly then at least she might know someone that would. He decided to improve his odds, he looked to the future.

Trien is going to use foreshadowing at a +10 because he is specialised in it, perception test 1d100 ⇒ 33 to pass he needed per + 10 = 47 so he passes.

Trien concentrates on his third eye, and uses it not to look directly at the warp, but to look through it, he suddenly gets a strange feeling. It is almost like he has a word on the tip of his tongue. He looks towards the Marshall and suddenly knows exactly what to do.

Trien is going to use all 3 of his secrets on a Carouse test to get her drunk and more friendly.

Secret 1: +10
Secret 2: 1d10 ⇒ 2 +10
Secret 3: 1d10 ⇒ 2 +10

Ok so the final Carouse test is a 53 to pass (half skill = 23 + 30)

1d100 ⇒ 41

pass with 1 degree of success

As the Marshall reaches him, she opens up with

Well, I dare say your about as loveable as one of my cyber hounds. I've seen people flee slower from an oncoming Rhino APC. What's behind the mask then? You get your costume mixed up or are you just too darn pretty for the world to see?

Trien looks at her for half a second, and then without looking grabs a bottle of a strong caramel liquor from a passing waiter.

Marshall, if you're going to discuss what hides behind my mask, you're going to need a lot more alcohol in you.

He flashed her slightly too white smile, she would just be able to see the gleam of his teeth through the slit.

An amazing military mind and focus. Damaris is well served by this Captain.

As the conversation wears on, McKie notices that something else is bothering Locke, something personal.

He finds an appropriate time to interject bluntly, but not accusingly, General Dante is not your only concern. Is there something else we should be worried about? Commander McKie makes it sound more like a statement than a question, but his tone is one that you'd take if asking a professional if there's something that would keep them from doing their job.

Oh, is there something I should roll for that? Or do my previous extra successes help out? (I wish I had remembered to ask this morning. I hate doubling up on posts.)

I'm going to require a Inquiry test from Iago. This test is initially Very Hard (-20), but due to the insane number of success Iago rolled, his rapport with Locke negates the penalty. The test is thus Challenging (+0) for him...

"Do not underestimate the resources a rogue trader can bring to any endeavour, especially not when fully committed.
We may be a small house, but even a small rogue trader has plenty of resources to bring to bear.
I think you'll be pleasantly surprised when you see what we bring.
Trained mercenaries to swell the ranks of the ground troops, better weapons and armour to bolster the troops already here, plus supplies and other necessities.
Our people are committed, fully."

Taking a sip from the flask, Ludicus chuckles a little before returning it to Onus.
"Rogue traders are interested in profit, and we have invested so much now that it would be to costly to withdraw at this point...we're in it for the long haul."

Fixing Onus with his unblinking eyes, Ludicus looks to see if he understands just how committed this makes a rogue trader to a cause.

Onus held the stare for some time before eventually responding, his words chosen with care.

It seems you have promised a lot. I can only take you on your word that you will deliver. I understand that all of the Rogue Traders that have answered our calls have invested a lot in its defence. The difference is, the Damaris people have gone all-in as well; but they don't have the option of walking away from the gambling table if they lose. Your warp-capable vessels; and Lord-Captain Locke's- give us a chance to escape if things turn too sour.

Kass' voice rose in pitch a little as he took a long gulp and continued, his voice a little more aggressive.

Thats a lot of souls to abandon, but I know Captain Locke must preserve the Aegis if hope is lost. She has been hardened over the years by difficult decisions and orders. A proud history of insubordination to protect and serve the Imperium according to her own moral compass, clashed against the rigid command structure of the Navy. The decision could break her. Would you and yours be as torn, as haunted by our failure?

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Irena looks closely at the old bishop, "I am but a servant of the Emperor, as are we all." Irena bows her head to the bishop.

"Bishop Arint I presume? Might I say that even as long as I have travelled the Shrine of St. Drusus you have here is renowned."

Bishop Arint placed an old hand upon Tyr's shoulder as she bowed her head.

Why...... hmm? Oh... yes. We are so, very......... proud here. Call me...... Mikael.

Arint cocked his head to one side and nodded slowly, as though listening to an unseen speaker; or perhaps just a figment of his mind.

The shrine..... it is inspiring. The greatest......... of our charges...... a relic......... passed by Saint Drusus...... eight... nine? No, eight... hundred years ago.

Arint seemed to animate a little as he became excited, and his slow speech quickened, with less pauses.

We open the lid of the casket... once every year. That the people can bask in its holy radiance.

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"I, like you, Lady Orleans, am a devout worshiper of He Who Sits On Terra. And like you, I abhor the manner His Name has been bandied about by those who think of themselves as our betters. But with our warrants, we have His Mandate. And I would see His Worship done right, if you take my meaning."

Charm TN 47 Success 2 degrees 1d100

Its actually 3 degrees; you didn't take the +10 from succeeding the previous check into account.

4/4 Successes- Social Interaction Success

Lady Orleans appraised Silas for several tense moments, before her lips slowly curled into a soft smile.

I'm finding your words to resonate with me, Sir Tyr. I think we could do business together. Would you be my dance partner for the ball, hmm? I don't want to talk about the invasion any further tonight. We'll meet in a more private setting and see how we can help one another. For now, let us speak of our respective dynasties, share tales from the void and feast together at the table. It will do the others good to see some of the more powerful members of the Defence Council getting along so famously, wouldn't you agree?

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DM AK wrote:

The small crowd around him seemed impressed by Blitz's tale, but upon seeing Navis made way for a more private conversation. The rakish Rogue Trader stuck out a hand for Navis to shake.

"By all means. Jeremiah Blitz, at your service. For the right price and job, naturally"

Navis hand finds it's way out from within his voluminous sleeve to proffer a handshake whose pressure is carefully calibrated to be firm, but less firm than that offered by the Rogue Captain. With a respectful nod of the head he accepts "Navis Yosarni, Seneschal to my Lord Captain Silas Tyr, at yours." breaking the handshake and securing his hand once more married into opposite sleeve.

With a hint of smile to the corner of his mouth Yosarni continued "A fine tale Captain Blitz... though no doubt before the green tide of xenos washes over Damaris there will be more to rival it for scope. The fact we're here means that our price is at least met... it's to us to shape the job to match it." Eyes showing some life and spark he smirks "Though I doubt I could match the Governor's wife's ability to show gratitude when we win the day." lewd implications left only half said.

Charm (TN=48): 1d100 Failure unless there's an implicit bonus somewhere

Failure: -10 penalty on the next interaction test with Blitz but no other consequences beyond not being able to use Charm again.

Jeremiah Blitz took Navis' charm and flattery in his stride, seeing it as little more than his due from a subordinate of another Rogue Trader.

I'd agree with you there, Yosarni; your lacking the necessary parts the rogue said bluntly. But coin is always a good substitute. My dynasty's had harder times of late, and i've tied myself to Lady Orleans for this endeavour. She already enjoys favorable contracts with Governor Kapak. Do you have an offer to make me that might persuade me to reconsider my alliance; or perhaps extend it into a triumvirate?

Between you and me, I think old Silas is a bit out of his depth here. Dante and Locke would do well to stop locking horns and see the real power in the room- the one with the Governor's ear, well-trained House Troops from two dynasties and a full Cruiser to back her up.

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Responses to Arannis and Trien's RP tomorrow at work, ran out of time again.

Inquiry TN30: 1d100 ⇒ 5
Untrained (20), Peer (Military) +10, Success! 2 Degrees!

Mouth tightening slightly to show a shift from pleasantries to business Navis continues "Times are only harder until the hill is crested and the path leads downhill. Damaris shall be the crest for all of us... House Tyr is as a mother stork disgorging the tendrils of our dynasty onto the planet to make it strong. Through strength it will endure... and all that is left unburnt will reap profit for us."

"I would not sway you from Lady Orleans, nor seek to winnow what contracts have already been written. We all profit the more that efforts are funneled and directed in unified route... and my Lord Captain is making similar entreaties to the Lady." swivelling to show Silas engaged in conversation with Orleans "House Tyr asks little of you Lord Captain Blitz... we merely offer you the opportunity to share in our inevitable success."

Deceive (TN=48-10=38): 1d100 ⇒ 96 - sigh, fate point spent 0/2 remaining
1d100 ⇒ 89 failure with five degrees - I give up :P

Arannis simply smiles at the older psyker's request for telepathic communication and then remains silent, the rest of the conversation happening with words only the two of them can hear.

"Of course, Chief Astropath," Arannis returns, the echoing whisper that is the younger man's telepathic "voice" sent directly to Staysis' mind. "If I did not before, I certainly do now, judging from the... sensations, the taste I can feel in my mouth and mind. You must be powerful and quite skilled in using that power to send not only the memory of the various foods and drinks, but their taste and texture as well."

There is a pause as the Aeternus' Choir-master savors the sensation before he continues. "But then again that was to be expected, considering the wide-projection transmission you and the other Astropaths managed to sent out. Quite a feat. And one that my Lord-Captain asked me if I could repeat. I have to admit that his idea has merit, yes? Another such distress signal may find more ships and people willing to come to Damaris' aid. But it is not something that falls within my abilities... at least, not yet." Another smile.

The older Astropath did not return the smiles but neither did he seem at all hostile as he replied.

I have been sending astropathic messages for over six decades. The Empyrean has been quiet as of late. I fear that all the aid we can expect has arrived. Sending another message would tax the choir for little gain; it would be a matter of weeks for the message to even reach the entire Koronus Expanse; months to reach another segmentum. Anyone who might come is already here, or on their way.

Staysis fixed Crane with the closest thing a blind man could manage to a dead stare as his mental voice continued to communicate telepathically.

Since we have the luxury of communicating in total privacy, tell me: Do you truly believe the forces we have mustered here and now can stop an Ork invasion? I am told most planets in such a situation fall; or end up being nuked from orbit once the Ork have infested the world.

While the Astropath is clearly enjoying the conversation, to win him over to use his influence to aid your dynasty, you are going to have to reassure him or win him over in some manner. An unconventional tactic, but one that could have occur to Arannis, is to offer your mind openly to the other Psyker; he is obviously adept with Telepathic techniques. Such a procedure does of course, place you in a state of great vulnerability. Can you trust this man you have barely met with your very mind? You find yourself wondering if he has already, subtly, made the attempt on you and your allies...

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Trien hung his head in dismay as the final group departed from his company. He'd made no progress, in fact he was pretty sure if anything he'd made things slightly worse.

Out of the corner of his eye he noticed the Marshal heading directly towards him. He knew that she would have some influence, if not directly then at least she might know someone that would. He decided to improve his odds, he looked to the future.

Trien is going to use foreshadowing at a +10 because he is specialised in it, perception test d100 to pass he needed per + 10 = 47 so he passes.

Trien concentrates on his third eye, and uses it not to look directly at the warp, but to look through it, he suddenly gets a strange feeling. It is almost like he has a word on the tip of his tongue. He looks towards the Marshall and suddenly knows exactly what to do.

Trien is going to use all 3 of his secrets on a Carouse test to get her drunk and more friendly.

Secret 1: +10
Secret 2: d10 +10
Secret 3: d10 +10

Ok so the final Carouse test is a 53 to pass (half skill = 23 + 30)

d100

pass with 1 degree of success

As the Marshall reaches him, she opens up with

Well, I dare say your about as loveable as one of my cyber hounds. I've seen people flee slower from an oncoming Rhino APC. What's behind the mask then? You get your costume mixed up or are you just too darn pretty for the world to see?

Trien looks at her for half a second, and then without looking grabs a bottle of a strong caramel liquor from a passing waiter.

Marshall, if you're going to discuss what hides behind my mask, you're going to need a lot more alcohol in you.

He flashed her slightly too white smile, she would just be able to see the gleam of his teeth through the slit.

Marshall Thrace seemed amused by the playful answer; and apparently she was either off-duty at the party or simply open to drinking while on it; it was not entirely clear. She raised her glass and Trien poured for both of them.

Based on the complaints i've had about you in the short time you've been here, I was half-expecting to have to put you in cuffs. You seem friendly enough to me. But don't think I won't throw you out if your excessively drunk and disorderly. Cheers!

Marshal Thrace: Carouse: 1d100 ⇒ 78

Oh dear.

Thrace continued to mock Trien with minor insults, seemingly testing whether he would lose his temper over them. In the process, she made the mistake of matching the mutant's ever-increasing drinking pace. Obviously enjoying herself as time went by and she became increasingly inebriated, much to the amusement of passers by who occasionally drifted in and out of conversation, she made a confession to the Navigator.

Marshal Thrace: Common Lore Underworld -30: 1d100 ⇒ 1

Wow.

You know, I've heard stories about you... Trien. It took me a while to connect the dots, the rumors. You've been involved in some very murky business, so I gather. Business that would make a Magister concerned... But you know; none of that really matters here. We all have a past. And I understand... i've heard whispers... that the Tyr dynasty is showing rapid commitment to Damaris. That's good enough for me...

Another update to follow in an hour or so from home.

Silas smiles at Lady Orleans' leading question, "I agree, milady."