The surgeon nodded and offered him a weapon salute, lifting her spear before her face curtly. "I'm not offended, and there's no need to thank us. It's just- usually the good eye's got people coming to the right conclusion. You caught me off guard. Looking forward to serve upon your vessel, master and commander Savoy." With these words, data-slate in hand, she took a step forward, then turned towards the enthusiastic amalgam of fine cloth and porcellain that had been talking to William alongside her. "Omnissian, will you accompany me inside? I'd like to ask you a thing or two before I get settled."

Leaning on her polearm, she waited for a moment, setting her good eye on the lady that looked like she was cut from quite a different cloth than the average Enginseer she'd met - and unlike them, she'd like to get started on the right foot.
(@Kalle )

'Pack mentality, how amusing.' He thought to himself as he noted the movement of the others. He shrugged the plates of his shoulder units. "It was only advice on preventive maintenance. And no, despite my appearance, my speciality resides in working the flesh and living machines such as yourselves and your fellow crewmates. My name is Dr.Sawbones." He proclaimed, using his explanation as his introductory to this thug and his little band. "So if you ever need something fixed or something...enhanced. Please feel free to stop by the medical facility, I'm sure we can arrange something." He offered, hedging his bets that these men are the sort to willingly but their lives on the line for even more physical superiority. Which of course would make them nice test fodder in the long run so Thaes could see where something would need refining. "Now. May I please send my message. It will not take long I assure you." The Genetor insisted patiently. After all, sometimes the best way to deal with a stubborn organism is patience

@High_Adept_Zeth

Thû's grin returns in force as Issane's instincts guide his gaze to his perch. Even though the man cannot spot him, Thû knows from his body language that his scent has been caught, so to speak.

Very good, Grey Man! Excellent instincts!

From his perch, he resumes his vigil over the parade of new recruits - the pale, violet-eyed woman with the scent of the Warp all over her, the machine-woman and her flamboyant dress sense, the aristocratic hunter with expensive machines who reeked of the blood of her own kind, the machine-cultist, the grim, dark-clad man whose every movement betrayed training not unlike Issane's. And then there were the ones who had been onboard already, like Issane and himself. The former lawman, and then Piotr, leader of the mutants and under-deck scum who provided the bulk of Thû's rations - to whit, they were Thû's rations. He actually quite liked the twisted little man - he ran a tight ship in the lower decks, which was not to be sneezed at.

In all, an interesting lot. Thû looked forward to seeing their mettle tested in the coming days.

Stephan Morris puffed on a lit lho-leaf tub, almost humming as he stroll towards Savoy's ship dock. While he wasn't in the best position in life right now, the morning had opened pretty well for the charming scoundrel. After a night in which he couldn't remember clearly, he woke up to some shapely dame pressed up against him in a soft bed, his possessions all on a nearby drawer. Considering the fact he wasn't even chained to the bed, Stephan called it a good morning indeed.

Shuffling a deck of cards in one hand, Stephan headed to the first day at his new job, so to speak. What was that saying? The first day of the rest of your life? The deck cut itself into two, then three, before rotating past his fingers back together, and repeat. Hypnotising to say the least, much like everything else about the 'acquisition specialist' himself. He scratched his chin with his free hand as he took another breath from the lho-leaf tube in his mouth; Savoy, Savoy, Savoy. Now, where had he heard that name before?

Then, illumination. Snapping his finger as a grin split his face, the memory of one of the countless nights of games came back to him. The three cuts of the deck in his hands came back together once more, this time different from the last, as the last differed from the time before that. Covered in a long, comfortable, brown travel coat, Stephan dressed like a man of his station: simple, roughly stylish, ultimately practical. Backpack, combat boots, many pockets to match. Arriving at dock, he quickly spotted the junior Rogue Trader.

Walking over, Stephan gave an appreciative nod and look to each of the females present, his eyes smiling as brightly at his mouth. Turning to William Savoy, he took a last, long draw out of the lho-leaf stick, before using his free hand to take it from his lips and tossing it aside.

"My dear Captain Savoy! It has been too long since our last game together. Tell me, have you encountered more luck since then? By the way, Maddilyn sends her regards."

Stephan reached into his front pocket and tucked out a bright fabric from his front pocket discreetly and quickly pushed it back into the pocket again with a wink, letting only the captain and whoever stood directly behind him to see the lacey material. Then, opening his arms in a welcomed and warmed manner, the scoundrel welcomed himself to the company present properly. In his other hand, the cards stilled themselves back into a deck.

Stephan spread his arms, those in front of him could see a few weapons, mainly pistols, tucked inconspicuously within his outfit, even if he made no moves for them. He continued, "well, if I should remind you that you still owe me around 500 thrones from that night, and I've come to collect." Then, the scoundrel's eyes flashed over to the large Ogryn behind Savoy, before raising his empty hands in a peaceable manner; the deck of cards had disappeared inexplicably.

"Woah there big fella, before you tried to turn into paste, I meant to say that your good captain can repay me by taking me into his crew along with him." Before Savoy could respond however, Stephan had already pulled out
a data slate, seemingly out of thin air, and offered it to the captain. "Oh, and while you consider my offer, Mistress Helga sends her regards."

After the handoff completed itself, the man clapped his hands together happily, rubbing them together. As the hands parted from one another again, the deck of cards reappeared in them. Turning to the ladies in front of him, Stephan took a flourishing bow in front of them.

"Ladies, I don't believe we've had the pleasure, or I certainly would have remembered the momentous occasion. Allow me to introduce myself: Stephan Morris, pilot and acquisition specialist extraordinaire. If you want something, and have the thrones for it, I can get it for you, within the confines of a few rules of course." The deck of cards reappeared in his hands, and each began to dance with his ten fingers once more. Turning back to Savoy, Stephan flashed his smile back over to him.

"We must set up regular games on board your fine vessel; I do so enjoyed our last game together."

Somehow, Stephan never got tired of playing cards, dice or other games with people, even when they always end with him taking the pot from the middle for himself. Maybe it was how people would react differently when he ultimately wins, as well as the thrill of having to escape with the bounty afterwards. As a few cards jumped back and forth between his two hands, the pilot thought about whether or not he would have to make a quick exit from this job due to an enraged mob of losers. Again.


@Kalle
@Casavay
@Maleth

OOC: Left the contents of the data-slate blank, up to you what exactly it said, but I think you know what it likely implies gm Lemme know if it's a problem and I'll gladly make changes.

<Libertaé - Navigator's Quarters>


Seeing the Lord Navigator agitated at the thought of the savant, Issane avoided mentioning Mr. Brains to him. Not acknowledging but detecting the difference in Alfredo`s voice between asking and ordering, Issane, helped him get prepared, giving him his staff.

Seeing the environment however, he was loath to stay, least of all - play a game of regicide in it.
"Lord Savoy is safe as he can be. We have just resupplied and he is bringing aboard some new hands." Assassin replied, attempting to quench Navigator's fears.

Brushing a stray grey strand of hair that stinged his eyes, Issane prepared to depart, gesturing to the doors: " How about we play a game somewhere else? Perhaps an officer's club or the observation gallery?" as they neared the precipice to the corridor, he looked back into the chamber: "On your patience, i will summon a few servants to attend to your needs my Lord Alfredo. It will be no trouble."

~~ Armory - Now ~~
@Colapse | @Vulpas | @Maleth

Husam jumped up out of the lasguns. "A FIGHT IS NOT WON WITH A SINGLE BLOW!" He shouted with an even greater enthusiasm now, charging straight like a bull for the combi-bolter using lady. Obviously, he was not quite done. But indeed he was not going to kill his hosts people, so instead he attempted to just leave a reminder on her - like a nice scar on the cheek, or take an eye - nothing that would pass as a serious crime amidst his people. The damage on the armor would have to be later inspected but surely it was only superficial. Sure it had a punch, but it was not exactly unknown to Husam to be thrown around and across a room.

<Docking Bay 6 - Dreadhaven Starport> @Casavay @Kalle @WanderingJester @Maleth

"I see. Well I'm glad that we got that sorted, I'm sure Caroline will appreciate having an extra hand helping her run my ship and deal with Eva's antics," William nodded and was about to add something else when he heard Stephan's voice. Eyes narrowing, he listened to the smuggler's introduction all up to the moment of him handling him the dataslate.

"I should've expected that the only game I would find on this station would be a rigged one. But I'm a fast learner," Rogue Trader said and tossed Stephan's dataslate over his shoulder and over the railing, the item disappearing in the darkness of lower docking levels. "I've already received Helga's contigent of hired guns and I wasn't aware she'll send another one to watch over our arrangement. No matter, "Libertaé" has enough toilets to fit all of you in and I don't want anyone saying I wasn't a gracious host."

"Biter is already on board. You'll be sharing bunk with his boys. Hope you don't get your hands bitten off because I'll be needing them - if you plan on staying, you'll have to pull your own weight, just like the rest of my crew."

"Now if you'll excuse me," he told everyone present while signaling Bogi to start packing things, "I have other matters to attend to. Find yourself something to do and await for my call. We'll have a major meeting once the ship enters Immaterium." With that said, Rogue Trader and his bodyguard left the group and entered the ship, disappearing out of sight and leaving the gathered parties behind to pack their stuff and join them aboard.


<Libertaé - Bridge> @BuriasDempsey

"Don't know what you're on about, but this pistol works just fine. Matter of fact, I can show you first hand," the big thug said but then stopped, hearing what Thaes said afterwards. Scratching his head, he continued, bit more less-hostile this time around.

"Enhance you say...So, you're some kind of a doctor, eh? Never seen one looking like you, but then again I haven't seen many professional surgeons, we don't get them in these parts. Parts! Gettit?" he laughed, smacking the Genetor on his shoulder in a friendly manner.

"Name's Biter by the way and yeah, you can send your message. You're alright Doc, duno why you're rolling with the Savoy boy, but eh, it's your funeral."


<Libertaé - Cells> @ItsTime @Redthirst

"He's no pawn. He's my officer and I'm sure he can bash your skull in without breaking a sweat if I deem it necessary," Rogue Trader appeared at the entrance and gestured for Nikolas to stand down and let their guest have some breathing room.

"Thank you sir Teng. You are dismissed but you can stick around so we can hear what this man has to offer," Will said and turned to face the Interrogator. "So, whoever you are, I think it's time to tell me. Who sent you and why are you here?"


<Libertaé - Navigator's quarters> @High_Adept_Zeth

"Good to know...Good to know...He's so young, capable, but young...he has his father's vile temper, hidden alongside the rest of Savoy's secrets, but it's there...You must watch over him Issane, for all of our sake..." the old Navigator said, allowing the assassin to help him get up and walk him out, help both with the staff and Issane's assistance.

"Yes...I would love to play a game, somewhere far away from here. You're a good man Issane, how come you ended up all the way out here with the rest of us?"

OOC Feel free to emote getting out of the Navigator's quarters and walking to the officer's club or observation gallery, wherever you want.

<Starport> @WanderingJester , @Kalle
With William keeping the introductions going and which now would likely include yet another character, to whom which she made her own introduction, as she said to him, and by extension everyone else that was still present: "Helana Van Thernic, Spyrer."
Strahn (as was the woman's name) was evidently rather happy about being told that yes, she could take a look at the Spyrer's drone. Even if there was the matter of letting Helana went to excuse herself from the proceedings with a slight blow, and a nod to Strahn about their request to tell them where she and her drones were quartered.

<Armory>
Having arrived at the armoury only to watch what had just occurred in front of her, the Noble looked rather surprised to say the least. From a person being sent flying into a weapon rack to the same person immediately going on the offensive, it was rather exciting as an observer. Even if the Verax's spirit didn't seem to think, given how it keep rather close to Helana, just in case the Spyrer ended up in the crossfire of blows.

<Thû>

As the last of the newly-hired help files into the ship along with William, Thû decides to return to the venerable vessel himself. Betaking himself to the lower decks, he arrives just in time to observe the confrontation between the gold-armoured savage and Caroline. Deeply amused, he parks himself invisibly in a nearby patch of shadow to observe the shenanigans while staying out of the way.

Olna accepted Caroline help as she helped her up. "Its quite good to have meet ya Caroline names Olna, Little punchers the weapons name? I must say that was quite impressive that it had such impact to send some that far back. Olna said impressed by the weapon smiths weapon. "Need any help cleaning u-" she was about to finish before Hussam yelled out with his blades raised only a cosmetic hit come to Caroline but something that almost caused Olna to go into a defensive action to protect Caroline.