"Names Olna, Sun slayer of The holy sun emperor, My main profession is that of slaying and getting rid of nasty targets, big and small, Second job I do is help is making sure those that fight with me come back from battle weather there injured or wounded I can bring them back with the help of my jump pack and as scars on my armor show I am willing to take a bullet for another, I am adept either on my own or with a team and have experienced working in a squad serving another or leading" Olna said as she greeted the rogue trader shaking his hand.

Docking Bay 6
Dreadheaven

If not for the highly efficient, automatic respiratory system that had come to replace her own lungs, Strahn would have gasped as the doors to the docking bay opened before her and the Liberté was revealed to her. The former tech-priestess slowly entered the docking bay with the slow, apprehensive steps of a reverent pilgrim arriving at a shrine, gazing toward the massive vessel docked before her. In fact, the distraction of the beautiful vessel was so great for her that she did not draw her optics away, even for the Rogue Trader and his entourage working in its shadow.

The woman was altogether covered, not a single patch of flesh visible beneath her all-enveloping clothing. A warmly scarlet gown formed the base of her clothing, over which she wore an obscuring stole, a sort of sleeved shawl fashioned from black, sheer material, which reached down to her slender waist, where it was kept in place by a delicate girdle. From the woman's waist, her dress flared dramatically to create the illusion of inhumanly wide hips. Her skirts were colored an alternating black and scarlet. From concealed sockets underneath her shoulder blades, two mechadendrites emerged under the back of her stole and held onto her skirt, allowing her to move much more gracefully than the otherwise cumbersome garment would allow.

The most dramatic part of her appearance was her mask, however, breaking the dark and colorful display with a deeply feminine, porcelain-white mask. Her mask's eye sockets were painted black, creating a seamless transition from mask to face, where her sky blue eyes flanked by equally black eye shadow was the only visible part of her body. Together with the mask, a black headscarf and a scarlet, wide-brimmed hat served to completely conceal her head.

The flamboyant woman's hands folded in front of her mask, black-gloved fingertips pressing against the sculpted lips. She turned from viewing the vessel to look at the Rogue Trader before it, and then her mechadendrites' mechanical digits grasped her skirt again and hoisted it, as she strode toward the young adventurer. "Oh, my Lord, you must take me!" she implored him. Her voice was soft and sweet, its artificial projection only betrayed by the slight echo to her words. She dipped into a curtsy before him, before continuing on. "I have been stranded on this station for so long and my only desire is to sail the stars again. I would be eternally grateful to you, my Lord, if you would allow me aboard." With augmented limbs that did not tire from holding the deferent pose, she remained dipped low in her curtsy, her head tilted back to gaze up at him.

@Colapse

With the dressing code of the Inquisition it's no wonder people mistook him for the kind of people that would blow the heads off people who 'forgot' to pay their debts, he certainly looked the part. Oscar cracked a sly smile as the Rogue Trader asked him about owing people money.

"Owe me money? No, I don't think so... but why do you ask a stranger such a question? You're in debt aren't you? I suppose I could help you with that, I have an offer you're unlikely to refuse but we must discuss the terms behind closed doors. I assure you that will profit out of this no less than me."

Oscar immediately skipped the formalities and did his work pressing people's buttons, after all he was running out of time and needed to boot out of the station by now.

Vox calls, how the arcane techhnologies of the libertae worked was beyond the dregs that operated in the bowels of the colossal void ship. Piotr took a deep breath of the too sweet station air. So different than the air than he or any of the others breathed, free of soot and smoke , rich in oxygen. It made him dizy, he blinked both of his emperor given lids and stretched as watched the loads being moved about. Several tonne pallets stacked high with barrels and crates being pushed up the high adamantine ramps into tbe belly of the ship. Bringing up his Vox caller he shouted out , his calls amplified "Alreyd , Stanton , Lonny ! Watch your speed ! Thats promethium in those barrels ! Those can blow if shaken too much you know that Lonny , remember your Pa" Piotr said , lowering his vox caller and third arm as he watched the pallets continue their slow crawl up into the majestic Libertae. Clipping his vox caller to his belt and straightening the griffon clad hood and makeshift cloak to hide his eyes and other oddities.

"Hebron, Strages , Corus ! Come now , we must deliver our report on the work" he said as he scaled the underside of the docks hefting themselves up pipes and ladders. Strages catching a particularly succulent vermin , a quick twist and its lifeless form would make a good gift for his daughter. Scrambling up the last distance and puasing to help up his escort he would bow his head low and advance forward towards the rogue trader and his retinue. ( @High_Adept_Zeth ) clearing his throat to gain the administrators attention he would offer a data slate to him "half of the supplies have been loaded already sir, i uh also have some good news for his lordship himself" he would nod and back away

( @Colapse ) bowing down and kneeling before the rogue trader all of his escorts doing likewise "sir the threat of the engine riots are over my deepest apologies for not resolving it sooner. Some super vermin were driving them to the fury but we dealt with it" Piotr would saying smiling widely and clearing his eyes though not blinking.

<Retirony>
Needless to say, Helana Van Thernic had not had a most pleasant start to the day on Dreadhaven. Mostly because it was one of her final days on her current job, guarding someone of wealth and power. And as she said to one of her fellow guards as she arrived outside the place, a rather up-market home on the station.

The two guards already on the job, one human and one Commorrite quickly noticed their colleague turn up. The human, a loud teen who was still wet behind the ears called out "Not long til we get to leave this place, aye?" The Spyrer called back to him "One more day, and I'll finally be able to move on and perhaps... Retire from the station!" She said, with a slight giggle afterwards.

The Commorrite, one that bore a close resemblance to the average Kabalite warrior merely tittered in mock-disgust at the exchange before she said "And it'd be one blink of an eye for myself." Frankly, it wasn't a surprise that soon enough, her Verax drone on a patrol around the area found the client to be rather dead, corpse laying flat on a rather opulent bed thanks to a bullet to the head and what seemed to be a slit throat.

Looking at the view from her personal cogitator, Helana said "Well, looks like we're going to need a new ." The teen came over, looked at the live feed and said "Awww..... No paycheck for us." The Commorrite came over, groaned at the sight then said "Well.... I did hear of a.... What's the word....." She trailed off, only for the teen to suggest "Rogue Trader?" "Yes, Rogue Trader, over the Holonet. Seems they're in need of people." Helana replied "Interesting. I think I'll go pay them a visit. You two play nicely, if you're not interested in it yourself." With that said, she had to get ready.

<Now>

Helana Van Thernic soon arrived at the docking bay, and while certainly distinct by the attire of her Hunting Rig alone from the average mercenary figure, she had a little.... Calling card which would make her stand out. Namely the two machines that followed her around and similarly designed to fit with her rig in atheistic conformity, both in styling of metal, sharply and angular, and similarly red and black in colour.

One drone, the Verax hovered around her like it was a sentry, evidently looking around for anything that would dare harm it's mistress. The other was a walking machine, the Sercaris, with both an arm that had a variety of tools on it, and another arm built around a form of explosive launcher. The arms was being used to hold the Spyrer's personal luggage, as she walked up to the gathering that was developing.

She made a polite courtesy towards the group, before speaking to Rogue Trader and anyone else who cared to listen to her speak "Helana Van Thernic, Spyrer and scion of House Thernic, at your service."

<Docking Bay 6, Dreadhaven starport>


Assuming a casual posture, one hand in the pocket of his coat and another on the railing, Issane monitored the supplying procedure from the high vantage point that loading gantries offered him. That was, however only one of his duties. Threat evaluating the gathered throng, few individuals caught his attention - possible candidates. Pict-blinking their faces for later deep-dive into their backgrounds, he made few observations based on their posture and armaments for initial evaluation.

Mixed crew, mixed blessing. High chance of vital asset gain followed closely by exponential rise in danger. However calculated risk is a necessity of life.

Just then vox-bead coughed softly into his ear, delivering the familiar voice of a colleague. Or at least Micky liked to think so of him:

The cough of brief static followed by silence signaled an end to the answer and a desire for reply. Not that Micky Brains would say so openly, socially inequable as he was. In truth, Issane did not mind the ratling in the slightest, trained long ago to suppress any outside input that may stress the Assassin's body - including nagging behavior and bad smell. They were merely information to be acknowledged before stored to be used in a appropriate manner.

Scratching the close-cropped beard and doing a once-over across the mustaches, he replied by stimulating the bead trigger in his glove:

++"Concerning this issue i will deliver an appropriate reply to Master Alfredo in person. Chaotic tendencies are to be avoided."++

Knowing the fragile equilibrium in which crew dynamics of a starship perpetually drifted, Issane knew better then to antagonize a Navis Nobilite member. A starship, like an Imperium in small, is a collective that needs to be balanced with constant readjustments and tireless vigil. Concerning his background, Issane was very sensitive to such things.
Navigator Alfredo was an old goat whose need for attention was similar to that of a helpless child. Assassin presumed this was a reaction to Navigator's seclusive habits and elitistic approach to life, habits not unlike the rest of Navigators. This not being the only instance of such behavior, he knew exactly what to do.

@bossaroo

Noticing Piotr walking his way, escorted by leader's mates, Issane extinguished the but of his lho-stick on the railing before coming down the ladder. Assassin's appearances were deceiving to the eyes of a casual onlooker, appearing older then he actually was, the worn-out clothing and restrained manner giving him an aura of harmless mien.

The work boss was actually a young man. Far younger then what Issane would expect for the dregs to elect for their spokesman. However he had not reason to doubt the young Piotrs competence or loyalty and so far they had cooperated well.

Unreserved in his casual approach to the mutants, Issane took the proffered slate, quickly scanning through the cascading lists of items and quantities.

Nodding at Piotr's words, he gave the slate back presuming at what would be the good news mentioned. In his usual, clipped manner, Issane voiced his approval with a nod.
"Come to my chambers and notify me when the resupply is complete." he spoke, before walking away.

@Draconion

With his mind fixed at the events that awaited him aboard "Libertaé", Issane walked down the starport, catching the first umbillical leading to the starship. However, just before he felt the loading bay behind, he felt eyes upon him. A creeping sensation snaked up his augmented spine, raising the fine neck hairs on end. Despite not being more combat-orientated as his brethren from other Temples, Issane was still a honed killer. Such a sharp tool is sensitive to many things, and an Assassin follows its instinct. He knew he was being watched.

Turning his head slowly to a sizable stacks of palettes, Issane scanned it, his eyes drawn inexplicably to it. The organic lenses in the fake eye, enhanced and magnified his sight, observing the coterie of serfs around it, peering deeper into the shadows. Unable to see the reason behind his distress, he was however not incapable of concluding to whom it was to be accredited to. He felt like this onboard the ship before, being watched and assessed, much like he would himself do it to his never-knowing targets.

An image flashed before his eyes of a figure in a mask and he reflexively winced at the mimetic recollection. He fished for the black case and lighted another lho-stick.
He was relieved at the fact, for Issane knew now that despite his absence from the loading bay, William is passably safe.

<Starship Libertaé, Observatorium>


Climbing atop the spire, with its pinnacle serving as a stargazer platform, Issane lugged a bag in one hand, in it - a newly procured items from the resupplied officer's kitchen. Reaching the top, he swiped the hand across sensor built into the frame, opening the heavy bulkhead doors.

He walked in, knowing he would find here Navigator Alfredo, this being his usual haunt. A rallying point for the two unlikely companions, meeting here when the ship is not traveling through the Immaterium.

<Docking Bay 6 - Dreadheaven Starport>

@Vulpas

"So you're like a professional bodyguard of sorts, I like you already," William Savoy said, shaking Olna's hand in greeting, "Bogi, give the lady the dataslate and watch out, she might be out to take your job!" he grinned, however the Ogryn behind him didn't find it funny as the abhuman stared into Olna, grunting as he gave her the slate.

"You'll find all the necessary info on it concerning my ship and crew, so once you board it pick yourself a cabin and get ready for some action, it shouldn't be long until we depart from this place."


@Uriel1339

"Boss, are you sure this one isn't crazy?" Bogi asked again as Husam declined the dataslate and spoke a bit more nonsense about destiny, fate and all that mumbo jumbo. Will looked similarly bedazzled but restrained himself from any comments at this point, simply letting the knight march to "Libertaé" without stopping him.

Once Husam al Din was aboard, he would see that the vessel wasn't that crowded, the material was undoubtedly old but was looking sturdy, or at least from what he could tell. It's not like he had much experience on such matters and stumbling blindly around such a large ship would indeed be an adventure in its own.

As for finding rooms with proper harmony, that was another task on its own. On the deck he was at currently, he could mostly find lots and lots of storage areas. Various goods were in those warehouses, from fuel, food in all shapes and forms, water, clothing, all kind of stuff was being stocked here under the supervision of "Libertaé's" crew, a small army of simple hunched sailors running around and making sure they are on schedule. Those cabins that were empty were filled with all kind of junk, leftovers from old storehouses that were either half-eaten food that went bad and was now acting like a feast for rodents or some indescribable stacks of furniture that were apparently supposed to be actuall goods before whatever happened here took them all out and made them into trash.

All in all, not really harmonious surroundings but then again, lots of room to make yourself at home where nobody would bother you.


@ItsTime + @Redthirst

WIlliam didn't look all that happy after hearing Oscar's words, but a man in his position couldn't really turn down opportunities like this, no matter how shady they seemed. This man had all the looks of a professional killer but the Rogue Trader was on the other hand sure that he could have things under control if something is to happen. After all, he too had killers in his service.

"Alright mister, you have a deal. But don't think I'll let you wonder of around my ship just like that," he said and turned around, spotting former Arbites Nikolas among the crowd. Call it being old-fashioned, but despite what you might think, Will still had some faith in Imperial police system and as such was quite happy when he managed to enlist his services.

"Officer Teng, come here please. Escort this mister to our ship and make sure he's properly entertained until I arrive. I'll be there once done with receiving our guests."


@BuriasDempsey

Rogue Trader's mood definitely brightened once Thaes arrived at the dock and presented his resume. "Greetings humble servant of....Mr. Sawbones! Right this way! I'm actually in a need of genetics scientist like yourself. I suspect we'll come across many strange and unknown alien species out there in the Outer Dark and we'll definitely need someone to research, catalogue, and if they prove hostile, find the best way to kill them. Also, your arrival is fortunate, my last medical officer is sadly gone to meet the God-Emperor, so what facilities we have aboard "Libertaé" are yours."

He took out one of the dataslates from the Ogryn's pile and handed it over to Thaes. "You'll find most of basic info on it, such as location of important places aboard my ship as well as names of my crew's officers. Welcome aboard!"


@Casavay

"You need something little one?" it was Bogi the Ogryn who spoke first, spotting the former soldier while William was being impressed by Nossus' story. "You want job?" Bogi wasn't your normal abhuman specimen, his Bone'ead implant (and whatever other enhancement he received over the years) gave him a bit more freedom in thinking and acting. He spent many years in service of Savoy's originally being recruited by Mary Savoy herself to protect her only son after he already proved himself in the House's army as one of the more able soldiers, Bogi got the implant and necessary clearances to keep Will's company for the rest of his days. Mountain of flesh and muscle, it was Bogi who got Will out pretty much every single trouble young Savoy couldn't escape himself using his parlor tricks.

Scrutinized by the Ogryn didn't last for long as Rogue Trader turned around, following Bogi's gaze. "May I help you miss?"


@bossaroo (@High_Adept_Zeth )

It was at that moment that Piotr appeared with his report. William head Issane's reply but wanting to prove himself a benevolent leader, the Rogue Trader gestured the dreg leader to stand up and tapped him on the shoulder.

"Good work Piotr! Since you dealt with the issue in such short time, you and your men deserve a reward! Take the tenth of our new food supplies and throw yourself a proper feast, you earned it!" it was not much really but Will hoped that such act would help with the overall moral on the lower decks and prevent any additional uprising (at least in the near future).


@Kalle

It would seem that there was no stopping the line of new workers, every one more interesting than the last. Will's eyes widened as a rather polite augmented lady prostrated herself in front of him, telling her the sad story. "Oh, a damsel in distress?! What kind of a man would I be if I would deny such a fair lady help of my own?!"

"Tell me, who hurt you so I can duel him and protect your honor!" a knight at heart, William said this in quite serious matter although whether he was actually going to do it was another matter completely. "Have no fear miss, I will take you onboard anyway, I would not let such fine lady bother herself with a dump like this station!"


@Maleth

"Speaking of fair ladies, hello there!" Rogue Trader made a polite bow as he saw Helana approaching. "Delicate suit with even more delicate features. I must say, I have only met two Spryers in my time and both of them were quite a joy to work with."

"You must forgive me though, I don't know of your House Thernic. You are not from Hydraphur, are you? Doesn't matter, I would be thrilled to have you on board. Here," Will handed Helana yet another dataslate from his dwindling pile of tech and smiled, "All the important info is there. Make yourself at home and welcome to my crew!"

The comparatively tiny woman tilted her head upwards to meet the Bone'ead's gaze, and a smile began to form as the Ogryn spoke, and read her intentions rather correctly. Of course, that was no great accomplishment, but Raska had met this hardy breed before, and she knew the depths of debilitas some of them were capable of. Softly, she lift her spear and tapped the hilt on the ground in an understated, one-handed applause. "Aye, indeed." She did inwardly celebrate that the potential employer adressed her by then, since the Cadian wasn't too keen on probing the depths of this cyber-ogre's conversational skills.

Raska's lips shift ever so slightly to the right, transforming a slight, genuine smile into a cocky smirk as her posture fell somewhat, widened, and spoke a whole story of its own about what circles this woman had walked in the past years. Her free left glid up and came to rest over her heart theatrically. "Raska Pale, terrible corsair once, terrific surgeon now. Get cut? Can fix that. Bowels not in the right place? Done that. Something in you that shouldn't be? Pure pimps. Nasty infection from a... chance encounter? Not my job." The hand travelled upward, over her head and through her mane, catching a few tangles before it fell to her hip, where it came to rest. Her violet eye winked. "And always ready. I'm looking for a good ship with a solid crew. Have tools and will travel."

Spoiler

Strahn could not smile through her mask, but there was something about her eyes that just seemed to commune that sort of expression anyway. She bowed her head deeply, gratefully, to the Rogue Trader, and then she straightened up again, concluding the rather impressive curtsy. "Oh, I fear there is no man to do vengeance again, my Lord, this is of my own making. But I promise that I shall not burden you in any fashion," she vowed, her voice warm and delighted to have his promise and acceptance.

Then, another woman followed after, and Strahn turned to follow her new Captain's attentions to Helana. The Spryer was studied with polite interest, but the Heretek's attention swerved aside to the mechanical drones she had brought in tow. "Oooh!" she exclaimed in delight, her mechadendrites grasping her skirt and lifting it for her to approach the machines. "Anti-gravitic movement, sophisticated optics, las armaments," she observed as she inspected the Verax, like a housewife might described her knitting. "Industrial model, excavation purposes? Sturdy hull and versatile lascutter," she rattled off at the Sercaris. "But how are they controlled?" she wondered softly, before she raised her eyes to the Spryer again. "Of course! A bionic remote! How clever," she said, addressing Helana as though she was a particularly clever child in a class. She stepped closer and leant in conspirationally. "Your technology excites me," she confided in the Spryer, half-whispering.