"Thank you greatly, I look forward to our new venture." Thaes said with another bow of head before heading into the ship, letting Lord Savoy work with the other future prospects. As he walked, he went over everything on the data slate with his left pair of hands as his right pair continued using his great axe as a walking aid, having it committed to his own internal memory banks as he walked the interior of the libertae. But instead of heading towards the Medical bay facilities, he went to find the vox communications, he did after all promise to forward how to contact the ship to his previous apprentice before they left the range of the stations holonet.

@Colapse

"Vermin." Husam growled, seeing the rats feast on the spoiled food. He grabbed his Shotels and started picking and slicing and thrusting at them. The curved points really helpful on piercing right through the back of the neck through the throat or the other way around.

He would continue killing away until the others realized the danger and scurried off, he would then pile the rats up in a corner, grab a potato sack - which he emptied into one of the random crates. Then he filled the sack with the dead rats. He closed it tightly, threw it over his back after sheathing his blade and walked off in search for the kitchen.

After a small odyssee he finally found it, went towards the closest cook and presented the potato sack with the fresh meat. "Fresh meat." He stated and then walked off. The chosen was hungry, but not too hungry. It kept him sharp, aware of potential food sources.

Without having found quarters that he enjoyed, the gold-clad and bloodstained warrior continued to walk around. Familiarizing himself with the maze until he ended up in the armory. All sorts of awkward bowcasters were arrayed. "What are those?" Husam pointed at a random las rifle.

"And why do I not see any blades? Do you have no blacksmith?!" His voice was relatively angered, thinking that he is supposed to traverse the stars without anyone to tend to his blades! He grunted in dismay about such fact. Who would keep his armor intact, his blades sharp? Certainly not he himself!

"Thank you, Sir Savoy, I only have a few request, If I fall in battle have my body turned to ash and my gear either be given to a rising warrior on the ship," Olna said to savoy before boarding his ship as she did she would see that strange warrior once more. Killing rats and oddly gathering him up in a bag.. deciding to investigate she decided to seek him out to see what this warrior maybe. Whether he be some highborn knight or feudal worlder.

Finding him in the armory she decided to approach him as she heard him yelling of there being no black smith. @Uriel1339 "Warrior, I see you have found yourself in the armory as well as having many questions of this place, The weapons you are pointing at are las guns they hold the power of light in em and are able to project them in a anger red laser." Olna said answering one of his questions before asking one of her own. "May I ask you where you are from?" Olna asked asked looking to the golden armored warrior.

@Vulpas

"I am no mere warrior!" He shouted with pride, not so much anger. Naturally making himself stand tall, facing the female. "I am Husam Al Din Vhospis! Chosen of the Divine! Warrior Ascendant of the world of Vhospis! This place, this Voidvessel would not withstand a single day against the Dark Star! It is shameful, but hopefully shall suffice. Also..." He stepped closer to her, his helmet's nose almost touching hers.

"I do not hear you introducing yourself. It is not quite rude, but very suspicious. Then again... I shall allow you to transgress this once, for I know that it is difficult and putting people at awe to see a chosen of the divine in person." He did not back down, instead maintained the unnatural stare. Olna would be able to see that the determination in the glare and voice alike belonged to a stubborn soul.

He also appeared to ignore the knowledge of the las weaponry, or maybe simply took the knowledge and kept it for later.

@Uriel1339
Olna stood unintimitadated by the warrior she could see the pride he had, and possibly the faith he had to call himself a agent of the divine, some balls. "apologizes for my rudeness Hussam, I am Olna Lumen, Sun slayer, Formerly of the Sun Valkyries of the death world Genn, It is not everyday indeed that I meet true holy warriors in faith and in action that are blessed them self by the holy divine." Olna said attempting to be a bit polite, she could she defiantly this Hussam warrior was determined and possibly also believed he was truly blessed by divine heck maybe he was? Though along with this she could defiantly see something of his attitude reminding her of highborn nobles.
"So Divine warrior Hussam, Mind if I ask you about your home and what a dark star is? Is it something involving a quest you are on?" asked a bit curious on what it maybe.

Taking the dataslate from the Rogue Trader with a smile and a nod of thanks to him, as well as saying "Well, as far as I'm aware Hydraphur wasn't anywhere near the planet I was born."the Spyrer was about to take her leave and start looking around the ship that she would now be calling home.

However, she found herself to very much a deer in the headlight when it came to appearance when Strahn took a very.... Intense interest in her drones. After the display, she sheepishly said "Well, the walker actually has an explosive launcher not a Lascutter, and the controls are integrated into the Hunting Rig first... But, pretty much an accurate assessment of the drone's equipment, if not their intended purpose."

Still, she then said "But, if you'd like to take a look at them, I can certainly find the time to show you what they can do, after I've taken a room to call my abode." Feeling it would be rude to part without compliment in return, Helana then said "And I will say that those mechadendrites are quite the solution to your rather distinctive style of dress otherwise imposed limitations."

Still, with that said the Spyrer took her leave, to explore the ship for a room fitting for both her hobbies, likely closest person (the uniquely styled woman with mechadendrates, if she had to guess) and where she may likely end up working given the required skills to maintain her drones.

<Libertaé - Navigator's Quarters> @High_Adept_Zeth

The first thing that hit Issane was the stench of decay. Urine, sweat and filth mixed with hard smell of old age were tough on the nose, but the sight was perhaps a bit worse. Clothing tossed in various uneven piles all across the cabin, food leftovers that were either rotting or already eaten by couple of rather large rats that growled at the assassin, now showing the familiar fear these creatures often possessed when encountering larger things than themselves. Pieces of furniture were either burried beneath all those piles of clothing or were simple discarded around like useless toys.

"Ww...who's there?" came a frail old voice Issane knew belonged to one Alfredo Belmonte di Pietro Achelieux, 77th of his name, former Novator of his House and the most influential member of Navis Nobilite of Segmentum Pacificus, his service in navigating the flagship of Fleet Savoy was one of great prestige to the Rogue Traders themselves. There were even whispers of him ascending to become the next Paternova for such was the strength of this house.

However all of it was in the past and mostly forgotten. Whether it was some curse residing in the Achelieux bloodline or the fact that prolonged exposure to the oblivion of the Outer Dark after serving both William's father and his father before him, made once a bright mind stumble into darkness. So it was where Issane saw him, Master Alfredo, the shadow of his former self, was sitting on the bed in the corner of the room, covered from head to toe in carpets and other kind of similar rags. He was shaking a bit, or at least from what it could be seen when looking at the moving pile of rubbish. What is also interesting is that the box of carpets Issane previously sent over here was right at the door, couple of those carpets were thrown out of the box and onto the floor, discarded with intention, while the rest weren't even touched.


<Libertaé - Armory> @Uriel1339 @Vulpas (+ @Maleth )

Ship's cook, a rather skinny looking fellow with a funny hat and dirty apron, had a mix of wonder and fear on his face after Husam dropped the sack of rats on his counter, but no disgust - which would perhaps be the most disgusting fact if the knight even paid attention to it. He grabbed the stuff and disappeared in the kitchen without a word but after a while Husam could smell the familiar aroma of cooked meat spreading through the deck.

However once inside the Armory it would be whole different experience.

"Hey, don't they teach you manners on your shit-dump of a world? What kind of a guy enters another one's home and disrespects him in such way?" Armory itself was quite large, with racks and racks filled with lasguns and autoguns of all kinds, from pistols to large cannons. There was also enough ammunition to go around and fit an entire regiment, however for the most of its part, the weapons remained untouched. Hasam was correct, there were no actual swords or spears or pretty much any sort of a "primitive" weapon for him to find, however there were plenty of chainswords laying about, ready to be used if needed. The entire place was interestingly well-lit and clean, at least compared to the other parts of the ship.

Many servitors walked around, doing their own business, but the only actual living person besides Hasam and Olna was a tall female, dressed in simple work clothes which were alongside her arms dipped in oil, her face hidden behind a welding mask. She stepped forward, a well-maintained Godwyn-De'az pattern boltgun with additional upgrades at her side but not raised in any threatening manner. What was also present and what perhaps made her voice a bit harder to hear was sound coming from a strange circular device further back in the armory. A blur of sonic waves pushed on what seemed to be repeat kept on going, loud enough to drive anyone mad but silent enough to allow for some kind of a conversation.

"Blacksmithing is for pussies, anyone can cast iron and fuck around with adamantium. But making a proper gun and ammo that can pierce through the thickest hide from a long range, that's where the real skill lies."

As for the Spryer, she had the necessary info on her dataslate that would allow her to find the armory without any issue and get there just in time to see couple of new members of the crew arguing with the current - and only one who looked like she belonged here - resident of the place.


<Docking Bay 6 - Dreadheaven Starport>

@Casavay + @Kalle

"A surgeon you say? I just recruited a cog-boy that might overlap with your job...but then again, he sounded more like a scientist while you sound more like an actual medic. No offense. Also, I like the color of your eyes, haven't seen it often. How much did the procedure cost? To make it like that?" William asked rather casually and then stopped, as if contemplating if he stepped over some boundaries. Sighing, he took out similar dataslate like every other one he handed over so far and offered it to Raska.

"My last chief medical officer died, so I'm looking for people to fill that spot. If you can pull your weight and help us out, take this slate and find yourself a place to stay. I think we'll be needing your services shortly."

"Boss, Doctor Castle didn't die. He was taken by the Eldar slavers," Bogi interjected, still looking at Raska but with a bit more relaxed look than before.

"Told you already, that's the same thing. Not like we're going to see him ever again, so whatever he had and left aboard my ship is ours now," William replied while the Ogryn merely shrugged and moved aside to allow Raska to pass.

"As for you lady, you are welcomed to join my crew," Rogue Trader told Strahn as he also handed her one of the last slates, actually there were only 2 more remaining on the pile. "Make yourself at home, we have lots of room available on the ship so I'm sure you'll find something that will fit your taste. May I only require one thing from you - your name?"

~~ Earlier ~~
@Vulpas

"Faith?! Holy?!" He laughed full-heartedly. "Do I look like a Cleric or Templar to you, Sun Slayer?" He put a caring hand on her shoulder, letting it clasp with his metal against her armor. "I'm naught but a chosen warrior. Not more. Not less. I'm neither holy, nor do I hold faith. The divine has chosen me to destroy the dark star and I shall comply. This has nothing to do with faith or any such ridiculous thing, for I am not a miracle worker. I'm a murderer, survivalist and slaughterer of all that stands in my way on ascendance." He removed his hand from her armor.


~~ Now ~~
@Colapse | @Vulpas | @Maleth

"The kind of 'guy' who is a chosen of the divine." He spat at the quartermasters feet. "The only pussycat I see around here is yourself. No appreciation for true craftsmanship. To wield hammer, slam it upon an anvil and handcraft weapons is far beyond your spoiled mind. You have many weapons here, but none meets the craftsmanship of these!"

Husam pulled both of his shotels out in a non-aggressive manner and presented them to the quartermaster. "I slayed void born that towered as tall as a building. I slayed blazing beasts. Flying serpents and man all alike with these two. I wonder how often you would have been devoured while reloading. Like the many archers I knew." He grinned beneath his helmet and spoke with a cocky tone.

<Libertaé - Bridge> @BuriasDempsey

At the current moment, all of the information transfers went through the officers stationed at the Brige itself, so in order for Thaes to relay any sort of a message back to his apprentice he had to go there. Thankfully, just couple of minutes ago he was enlisted into Rogue Trader's crew and the dataslate he received upon greeting was, among other things, filled with necessary security clearances that whatever guard patrol he met on his way towards his destination was easily swayed away and gave him no trouble.

Once he reached the place, things became a bit different.

Great double doors with statues of Emperor's Saints painted in gold were open to reveal the Bridge's interior. Like many ships of the Imperial Navy, "Libertaé" also had a small army of servitors and navy personnel running around various cogitator stations, making sure every possible system aboard the ship was working flawlessly. However where "Libertaé" was different was at the actual number of the crew present. If his experience is anything to go by, Mr Sawbones could spot that this vessel had at least half the size of the Bridge crew which a regular Tyrant class would have, but this didn't mean that there were any positions without people manning them. Mather of fact, all of it looked like a well-oiled machine with every cog in its place.

Another interesting thing is that instead of a proper Captain's seat there was a great table made of dark wood and something that looked like bleached bone. There were lots of sockets and screens built in it and being a former Tech Priest, Thaes could see that this was some kind of a portable strategem from which the entire ship could be commanded. A bit further away and on a separate dais was a large chair, throne of some kind, but instead of a classic commander's seat this too was made of the same dark wood the table was, but alongside of it its back was wrapped in a white mane of some great beast while the armrests were gilded in golden and emerald plating, with the jewels acting as buttons to some integrated system that whoever sat behind the throne could manipulate. This chair alone was perhaps more expensive than half of Dreadheaven, a possible important piece of info in the long run.

"You lost cog boy?" Of course, Genetor was eventually approached but not by regular sailor guards that he spotted on his trek, but by a rather nasty looking fellow with more muscle on him than possible without using black market steroids. His veins were bulging and on occasion they pulsed dark blue while his entire attire could simply be described as "lowly thug style". However the impression on his grox-like face was anything but lowly, matching it was a single-bladed hatchet in one of his hands and what looked like an ill-maintained plasma pistol on his hip. What was worse, he wasn't alone - behind him Thaes could see half a dozen thugs that looked like miniature versions of the one who addressed him, each looking more on the edge than the one before. "Need some help with finding your cog shop? We would love to help ya out with that."

<Libertaé - Armory> @Uriel1339 @Vulpas @Maleth

The woman removed the welder mask and behind it, everyone could see an angular, almost aristocratic face, bright blue eyes and a mischievous smile that was quite similar to Rogue Trader's. One could almost say that these two were related. At least when looking at their facial features.

"Damn boy, that's some proper boasting right there. I see that you can talk trash good, but can your moves match the ego?" she said and brought up her weapon, clicking on a switch at its side with her thumb and aiming it at Husam (and accidently, both Olna and Helana who just got there). The bolter started whining, the sound similar to badly-oiled door creaking, as the chamber below the main one (on the weapon) started glowing purple.

"Duck."