Stephan Morris, seeing the golden warrior knight guy yawn, naturally yawned as well. He should really ask one of the mechanicus biologist whether or not yawning was a contagious but extremely limited disease, as he had noticed whenever he saw other people yawn, or whenever someone saw him yawn, more yawning ensues. Regardless of the droning their captain continued on about his supposed house and retribution and stuff, it should not be this easy to yawn.

For Terra's sake, he even saw a Catachan yawn in the past and they never got sleepy! Too bad those mechanics adepts wouldn't let him back anywhere close to their laboratory after that incident. It was only once, and everyone recovered (mostly) by the end of the month! Stephan grumbled at the memory and how he got locked out of the mechanicus section of the starship in the past, only to notice that their captain had finally stopped talking about himself and where they were actually heading to.

Taking notes of the cargo ships and the artefacts, Stephan made a mental note to 'acquire' one of the minor artefacts himself, and to get some protective holding for it. Protection, not just from others, but for himself from the thing. He had see inconspicuous items turn men into quite literal monsters just by maintaining contact with them. The smuggler had no desire to find out the true nature of something in his possession the hard way. Shuffling a deck of cards in his hands as he sat, leaned back, the girl on his lap doing her best to focus on the console in front of her.

Nicolla worked on the bridge, and was one of the few girls Stephan managed to 'rendezvous' on the ship with the past week. When he got on the bridge, he managed to squeeze the girl right out of her own seat, to her displeasure. Of course, the smuggler managed to pacify her displeasure by offering his lap as the bridge adept's new seat, and she grumpily complied. Since then, he had been doing small things to distract her from her work, while paying half attention to their captain.

When the golden warrior knight guy started demanding one of the artefacts as payment, Stephan stretched his arms and gave Nicolla a quick kiss on the cheek, which she attempted to looked annoyed by only for her facade to collapse as the corner of her mouth turned upward. "Gotta earn my pay Nikki, thanks for the seat. I'll see you later?" The girl gave a scowl as she got up to let her seat stand once more, but looked at him as the smuggler gave her a proper kiss on the mouth and a quick squeeze of her rear.

"Be careful, okay?" she asked, attempting to cover her concern with a non committing tone.

Stephan smiled as he backed away. "I'm always-" at that moment he tripped over his own feet and stumbled a bit to the side, earning himself a skeptical look from Nicolla. "Okay, almost always careful." He then gave a mock salute to the girl, who rolled her eyes as she smiled and turned back to the console and her work. The smuggler then looked over to the captain, gave Savoy a wink as they made eye contact, and headed out to the hanger. Unlike being careful, he always kept all of his necessary gear with him; a hard lesson learned in the past.

Looking forward to seeing what loots awaited him, Stephan also would like to cast an eye over what vessels were available on this ship. For future references of course, in case a quick exit was needed.

[Earlier]

Raska nodded sagely. "Thanks for the brief, Mamzel. I wasn't gonna touch your nervous system anyway, so that should be fine. Let's hope the issue never comes up again, though." She'd stopped smiling halfway into Strahn's account of her physical makeup, and at a junction, regarded her carefully one last time before excusing herself: "I'll not bother you further, and see into looking for a place to bunk. See you about, then." With a brief, almost lazy wave, the sorceress split away from the techpriestess, doing precisely what she said she would.

[Briefing]
Seeing the two men yawn, Pale already knew she would be next - not even bothering to cover her mouth as she yawned, considering the soundless nature of the act enough of a courtesy. She'd stowed away her spear for the time being, tired of holding on to the priceless piece of sorcerous tech, and comfortable enough with the pistol at her hip and the bristling bio-electricity at her fingertips, tickling the digits from the inside and itching to break out. Not just her own; even the tiniest sparks in those around her tempted her to call to them, bristling in her mind as she dug her nails into her elbows, arms crossed. It would have been easy to disregard Savoy's words and just listen in to the white noise of life, rushing blood and exploding neurons, but what in the Throne's name would she have attended the Scholastica Psykana for if not for learning how to drown out the empyrean sensations in favour of the very real flesh world around her?

Her ear began to itch when the gilded warrior spoke. She waited as he - in her eye - made a fool of himself by trying to re-negotiate basically mid-mission, but at the very least it lightened her mood. When he was done, she spoke, her tone rather baleful compared to the mirth she'd shown before.

"Not exactly pertinent to us, Master Savoy, but maybe interesting. What you're talking about sounds like something the Guard gruntery whispers about. Laurels of Command. And it's a blatant mind-control device. I'm really low on ethics, but is it in your employers' best interests that this buyer of yours gets access to such a thing?"

She inclined her head, frowning. A hand slowly slid up to scratch her chin. "Self-preservation and all that."

<Pre-Briefing /Libertaé - Observatorium>

They played the game in silence, Issane not continuing the conversation further. There was simply no need for it. In relative peace despite the observation-deck's hubhub and general chatter, Assassin enjoyed the lull.

Mindful that their duties might interfere with comfort at any moment, Issane spoke with Navigator concerning several issues as they parted their ways. One of the issues was Alfredo's need for attendants. If he spends days navigating, he cannot be expected to fulfill more mundane duties that his body might require. However, that will require a specialized servants that Nobilite houses Houses usually provide, servants more attuned to Navigator's special needs.

However, in the light of shortage of such luxury, Issane utilized his many talents and skills to find the next best thing among their current manpower. With Micky's and Piotr's aid he attempted to find two attendants, preferably female with children. If possible one is to be from dreg's mutant stock. If such a duo is to be found, reward for their duties fulfilled in a satisfactory manner will result in their children being fed and them and their close family, accommodated to live in crew cabins on a strata above the starship's dreaded waterline.

However their duties did not end there, for both would independently report to Issane on everything the Navigator did on a daily basis.

<Pre-Briefing /Libertaé - Week Long Voyage>


The hellish journey thought the Warp lasted, thankfully, just a bit over a Terran-standard week. During that time, Assassin busied himself with his daily duties, secluded training and monitoring of ship's high-value personnel and cargo. Utilizing the picts of their newest crewmembers, picts he captured on the cargo bay, he used them as a reference point to find everything on their lives, goals and habits. While they were still docked, he attempted to siphon as much data as he could steal from starport's data-cores. However, to stop there would be irresponsible of him, negligible to his duties.

@Grall_Stonefist @Uriel1339 @Kalle @Redthirst @ItsTime @Vulpas @Maleth @Casavay @WanderingJester @BuriasDempsey

Over the course of a week, he introduced himself to each of the new crew members at some point. Introducing himself as a veteran retainer of Lord William and one of House Savoy's many logicians, administrators and enforcers. If individuals in question were free of any obligations he would politely, yet laconically concise make small-talk before excusing himself.

In the light of his duties and long service for the House, he enjoyed a certain amount of trust, despite the hard times. Having unrestricted access across the entirety of the starship, finding and meeting each of the crewmembers, privately, was not hard to achieve.

OOC: @Draconion i presumed our chars. already 'know' each other in one way or another. The post above was exclusively made for the new arrivals.

<Briefing - Libertaé - Bridge Gallery>


With the stomach-lurching, yet welcoming sensation as the starship translated into the Materium again, the crew was summoned to the bridge, for presumably a briefing on the next set of goals for House Savoy.

Seeing William's passionate resolution in a desire to change his current circumstances, made Issane nod absent-mindedly, approving that his benefactor was not satisfied with being a pawn, a mere thrall in local would-be overlord's pocket. Like himself, William would tug and strain against the reins of stifling control, pushing them to their limits in pursuit of dreamy freedom and finding his own destiny. This was, in the end, the true answer behind Navigator's question that Issane should've given. But an answer would be too revealing, dangerous even.

Supporting himself against one of the railings, he observed the briefings, drinking everything he did and did not knew. And most of it he did knew. Accessing the bridge lithocast controls, Issane siphoned the holographic chart data to his Cogitator Gauntlet.

Observing the smaller version of the bridge's lithocast projection in his palm, he stared at Nylea's geography, memorizing what the Imperium knew, musing on her geographic evolution over the long millennia and what civilizations might have lived there.

The given information, scarce as it was, gave him enough information to hypothize as to why the nativized explorers were so constricting in access and information, even when they asked for help. As a Vanus, he liked nothing more then to break down walls of secrecy.

Treating himself to a cup of freshly baked recaf, he patiently waited for the end of briefing. As others slowly started dispersing to the hangar, ready for commencement of the mission, Issane lingered for a while longer, approaching Master of the Vox when was prudent to do so.

If he could do it himself, there is no reason to bother William.

"Miss Nicolla, has the mentioned communication been logged? If not do you hear anything coming from the XA-411-F0 System?"

<Thû - Pre-Briefing: Armoury>

When the master of William's Armourium makes his appearance to intervene in the scuffle between the bloviating savage named Husam and William's sharp-tempered cousin, Thû watches with interest. He had seen the dark-skinned, flame-eyed mon'keigh onboard several times before, both on this voyage, and the previous one. There had never been many of them, and they had been disciplined and thorough in their furtiveness, but they were there. Had always been there. Indeed, there had been one going by this very name, at this very same post, all those years ago, sailing under William's grandfather, Xavier. Now, here he was again, seemingly having not aged by a day...but no. His scent - of both body and soul - was different. Subtlely so, but different. Near kin, then.

Thû was certain he knew the world these men came from, for it was a world that loomed large in the consciousness of Commorragh. It was a world of fire and darkness, of monsters and iron savages who had unaccountably, successfully, opposed the Drukhari on more than one occasion. Thû had travelled to that world on his lord's - his true lord - work more than once, and he accounted it one of the most dangerous places anywhere in the galaxy.

What are your straitlaced kind doing so far from home, in the company of such unsavouries, I wonder? I will get to the bottom of this. I will pry your secrets from you, even if I have to tear them from those secret spaces into which I cannot see.

Deciding he has nothing further to see, Thû departs to walk the ship, taking note of where all the new arrivals are berthed, as well as any other noteworthy interactions between them and the crew.

<Thû - Pre-Briefing: Somewhere in the Bilge Decks>

Beneath the hollow stare of an unfinished circle of skulls, a figure lies, curled up on its side. Head pillowed on folded arms, it appears to be resting, but if so, that rest is a troubled one. Night-black claws emerge from fingers to rake the metal deck plates, as though clawing for dear life against a drowning current, or an overwhelming foe. Slavering jaws form in the oily, featureless face to snarl and snap at the stagnant air before fading back into nothingness. Abruptly, the figure jolts bolt upright, unkempt hair swirling about its head, shoulders heaving in great breaths, as though having just fought a desperate battle for life and limb. A hand drifts to the figure's side - gingerly, as though favouring a wound yet to heal. The air about the figure wavers and grows hazy, as though the meagre light is distorted through a powerful lens. A shadowy effigy of the figure begins to emerge and attempts to bud off from the figure itself, only to lose shape and snap back into the figure, like a stretched elastic band abruptly released. The figure convulses, as though in pain, hand clutching at its side.

At length, it rises from the floor and melds into the highway of shadow crossing much of the bilge decks. It would be wanted on the bridge soon, and Thû made it a point to never be late.

<Thû - Briefing>

Listening to the little lord's briefing from a shadowed corner of the bridge, Thû leans against a bulkhead with folded arms and chin resting on breast. To anyone bothering to take notice, the masked, turbaned figure appears to be dozing off. In fact, Thû is simply contemplating the mission ahead, and his role in it. Of the former, it appears to be a simple protection racket, accompanied by a potentially generous serve of strongarm work, with a side of smash-and-grab.

Things, of course, couldn't possibly be that simple. It just wasn't that kind of a galaxy. That was where he came in - as William's final insurance policy. His eyes and ears in the dark so he would never be blind in a situation. His blade in the shadows, plunging into the unsuspecting hearts of House Savoy's enemies just when they thought themselves safe beyond all reprisal.

And, he thinks, glancing sidelong at the ludicrous golden-armoured savage and the shifty-looking void rogue, his unseen enforcer, there to protect his bottom line against exactly just this kind of scum, who might think to skim more than their fair share - whether openly, or on the sly.

His duty had always been clear - he was to protect the little lord and help him prosper by all means, fair and foul, until Kheradruakh himself commanded otherwise. And this brought him to a little pinch of his own - he was short a skull to complete his ring. Till he completed his collection, he was unable to contact his true master. Part of his terms of service included his pick of any and all skulls taken in the course of a mission. That being said, this one looked set to be slim on the pickings - the skull had to be worthy, not simply the headbone of any old idiot.

As the briefing concludes, he makes his noiseless way to the front to stand near Issane and William.

@Colapse

Leaning in to whisper in William's ear, he says, "Young Master - what is your policy on looting? Make it known, and Thû will enforce it in the field. The last thing you need is some rapacious bandit spoiling your carefully-laid plans with his indiscipline and greed."

@High_Adept_Zeth

Listening in to Issane's conversations with the vox officer, he decides to avail himself of any and all intelligence that might have been gathered so far, as well as pick the man's brains for a strategic analysis. Mere instinct may be good enough for simple cannibal killers, but a knight of shadows had to be more disciplined in his approach to, well, everything.

In his quiet baritone, he says to Issane, "What is the latest news from the mission area, strategos? Have you any thoughts?"

<Mission#1 Briefing - Libertaé's Bridge> @Grall_Stonefist@Uriel1339 @bossaroo @Kalle @Draconion @Redthirst @ItsTime@High_Adept_Zeth @Vulpas @Maleth @Casavay@WanderingJester @BuriasDempsey

Jim was at the breafing that was obvius, he stood close to the table, hands resting on it, yo those just quickly obaerving he might look like he did intently listen and go it thoughtfully over in his head, though in reality, he had a stinging headache and too little sleep, though he did Care about this job, it was properbly the best gig a man like him could get, and mr. savoy, himself dident seem to mind Jims own exploids and behavoir; or just not Care at all, witch was all the same in the end, just ment he could get away with more stuff.
He put more effort into trying to gauge those around him than the actual breifing for now, such a large batch of colourfull people, things could turn very interestingin the end.
"Just send me down with the first team cheif, i know a thing or two about talking to missionaries from back home, then the new statue here can just wait about while the rest of us do the work" he said after the breifing, before closing his eyes for a bit to ease his headache.

The brunette jumped at the logistic officer's voice, before quickly turning back to her console and tapping away at the keys. When she had the adequate information, she turned to Issane before saluting and reporting in. "We managed to pick up a traditional planetary greeting from Nylea, sir. It's a bit outdated, but it checks out within the Imperial database. Aside from that, we managed to intercept some vox signals from the desert regions but their quality is poor to say the least. Likely some vox echoes at most."

She finished her report with a quick salute before going back to work, trying not to daydream about the nights (and quick afternoon breaks) she spent with Stephan.

@High_Adept_Zeth

- Armory Pre briefing
Olna was surprised as the man with a Warhammer came down on Husam, she hadn't even seen the man when he entered the armory and it more than surprised her. Looking to help Caroline with the wound on her head, she went through her back and ripped apart a simple clean white cloth. "Here got something that will stop the bleeding," Olna said offering it to Caroline to help bandage the cut.


Rec Room- @High_Adept_Zeth Prebriefing Storytime with a sun Slayer Prebriefing
Olna after the few days of getting used to the new ship would have found the Rec room where she would begin working out for at least one hour a day, almost like clockwork. She would not be in her armor and for once her appearance could be seen. As she was now dressed in weighted clothing, Most of it grey and black with stripes of yellow. Her hair was brown and had several braids all running along to her back, Several of the braids were dyed in several distinctive setting themselves apart from her normal braids, Grey, Black, yellow and a combo of the three were the only colors were different from the normal brown color. Her skin color was tanned, and her eyes brown, several scars could be seen over parts of her body such as her arm and leg. Several tattoos on her hand and even her fingers could be seen going up her arm and under her clothing.

Olna was in the middle of sit-ups when Issane had come to speak with her. At first, she thought he was going to attempt to hit on her like the two other crewmen had attempted and ended with them getting shot down. Though was surprised to find him asking about her own past and service as a Slayer and even wanted a few stories about peoples shes body guarded and great things she has slain. Olna decided to tell the man of her own stories maybe even for some info on him and some stories of his own.

"Well If you want to learn some of my stories and tales, I think it may be best to tell ya of my first slaying, It all started on my homeworld of Genn, After I left the Valkyries due to... Well lets just say, I wanted to work with those that were not my kinsmen." Olna seem to think for a moment lost in thought. "My path of being a sun slayer was set after I left my sisters A few of them oddly enough donate gear to me as I began my journey, A sisters jump pack, and a fallens armor, The weapons I was able to get on my own its always good to have one whether being on a death world or a hive world, My first slaying was for this noble born man who needed a guide a odd old fellow who had a servitor of a boy used to carry ammo, The pay for this hunt was good enough to get me off world, As such I accepted. The creature we were hunting was quite a fearsome one, a Lightning bird, A huge bird that i would say is smaller then a Valkyrie drop ship, Its feathers, bones hide and even organ are a interest to some nobles and adepts that come for these hunts on Genn due to properties it has with electricity even being resistant to las weaponry i would say. During the hunt we had managed to track one that had become a nuisance to a settlement it had managed to snatch a few children and managed to get away with only a few wounds, We were able to follow a route the villagers had seen with the children. Eventually finding its nest, Where we were able to set up for a ambush for the creature as well as finding what remained of those that had became the birds prey. Setting up a trap I took the my own position up in a small crevice above the nest while the Noble and his crew set up in the surrounding areas, Snipers and his own weird double barrel shotgun, when the thunder bird came back he and his troops waited until it was in its nest then everyone opened fire, the Creature was caught off guard which gave us a advantage for a time, Until the nest was lit on fire, Made the huge bird angrier then i have ever seen it, Began somehow shooting electrify back at us, killed several of the nobles troops and damaged his servitor, while it was firing back lighting I was able to use the high ground to mortally wound the beast by sinking my halberd deep into its spine, The noble was able to finish the bugger off with a blast to the face, and as such that was my first kill as counted as a slayer, Though You could say its a shared one since others were involved. Sadly I lost my halberd when it was lodged in the spine of the creature, The wood was burnt, and the metal had melted by the heat of the creature's body. A job is done, and a pays work and that's how I got off Genn, So Issane why don't you tell me a bit about yourself?" Olna asked now with her story done wanting to learn about the man who served the rogue trader.




Briefing-
Olna was standing her hands in her arms as she listened to the briefing she had no intention to betray Savoy especially while being under contract, though she had a thing for not killing priests and those servants of The Sun Emporer if she could prevent it, hopefully, they wouldn't have to get to that point. "These relics do we have any description of them so we know what to recover and bring back to the ship besides the crown of command?" Olna asked her helmet and armor were both on once more as she was geared up ready for the next job, Which it seems the most useful person for this next mission maybe someone good with words.

<Pre-Briefing /Rec.Room - Week Long Voyage> @Vulpas


As Miss Olna recollected her first hunt, Issane made himself comfortable on one of the wooden benches, the story being quite long and filled with vivid detail. The scene made him imagine an idealized tribal picture of sage or an elder of a village summoning his tribesmen around the campfire, regaling them with his storytelling skills and venerated wisdom that surely lies within the story.

As the deathworlder did her sit ups effortlessly while recollecting of her first hunt, Issane pushed down an urge to light a lho-stick. As she talked, Issane observed her dispassionately, the tri-colored braids, colorful tattoos that stretched on her tensed muscle, quickly merging with sweat, glistening revealed parts of her skin with glistening sheen.

Quite forthcoming with information about herself, a trait of a warrior with a no-nonsense attitude, Olna quickly cut to the heart of the matter:

Now he lighted a lho-stick, closing the small black-wood case with a clap and putting it back in the inside pocket of his brown grox-leather greatcoat.
Quid pro quo as they say, information for information is only fair. Finding the brazen candor refreshing, yet intimidating in its simplicity knowing he could not escape from this simple question without ruffling some feathers. Answering in his usual pre-calculated, concise manner, taking into consideration the levels of education and personality of the person he spoke with, he answered:

"Thirty three years old, born on Holy Terra, spent twenty years on various starships across the galaxy. I learned a lot when i was younger, and i know a little bit of everything, so i am useful in a lot of situations. I guess that's the main reason why Lord William keeps me around. Just like your first hunt, i also took down some beasts and your recollection of a Lightning Bird only reminded me how vast and diverse the Imperium is."

Putting out the top of the stick against the side of the bench before throwing it away in the bin nearby, he stood up, nodding to the warrior:

"I am glad to have made your acquaintance, Miss Olna. If you have issues with your accommodations or anything else, you can vox me via starship comms. Otherwise you can find me in my quarters or on the observatory deck."


<Briefing/Post Briefing >

@WanderingJester


Ignoring her startled reaction to his intrusion of her duties, busying himself by reading the data of the screen of vox-master console, slowly nodding, when she answered. His gloved hand resting on his bearded chin, he mused on the information given assuming a motionless, statuesque posture, nodding again, this time as if to himself before replying back to Nicolla:

"Hmm, very good. Miss Nicolla could you triangulate any subspace vox-bursts coming from the planet, even if they have accidentally bounced into space? If it's not a bother, feed the data to my vox-link. Going down there, we could use every bit of information. Also if you can find a log of their plea message to Dreadhaven, that could mean a lot for our efforts here. Especially the quantity of items they requested."


@Draconion

Still staring at the vox-master's console he noticed a shadow in his peripheral vision. With an effort he remained fixiated as a casual male voice snaked into his ear. A queer sensation snaked across his spine at each encounter with this, the most secretive of William's enforcers.

And I wondered where you were. To where have you skulked of to? What do you hide beneath that mask?

Discomfort made him pause but was always trumped by curiosity. In exercising such curiosity can he fulfill his duty and remain a Vanus.

Shrugging slowly, he left Nicolla to her work, making his way to the hangar area, preparing for departure.
insouciance
"Just that, Mr. Thû. The mission area is too wide. We know of only one, and presumably only settlement yet the colony is two centuries old. That is more then enough time for a population explosion no matter the environment." he replied with an air of insouciance, sparing a glance to the masked man before gesturing to the bulkhead doors. Despite their apparent cooperation, he would still have him walk side-by-side then turning his back on him.

The outfit of the masked individual was a clash of various fashion styles. With adventurers outfit and various grisly trophies adorning his outfit, Thû managed to ooze frontier ruggedness, matched only with courtly finesse radiating from his robes, turban wraps and uncomfortably beautiful, white mask. Such contradictory posture was mirroring the disquiet he spread within Issane yet appearing impossibly gentle and slick in his poise and manner. The discomfort was only matched by Issane's respect of Thû's skills, Assassin finding information in the suspicious lack of it, left behind by mysterious vanishings of House's enemies and their vital assets.

Processing large volume of information, he continued answering to the masked man without dropping a beat:
"As we know, civilization forms around major resource points, like coastal areas, major rivers or large mineral veins. Sending signals from the ground strong enough for surface-void communication requires a great amount of equipment. By triangulating their locations we will be able to pinpoint largest population centers of this colony, and thus be one step closer to the mentioned fossil fuel reserves."
"If there are any."

My turn.

Stroking his close-cropped beard and doing a once-over his mustaches he riposted back: " Once planet bound, we may need to maintain group cohesion if not physically then via sporadic vox. How do you plan to approach this mission?"

-Surgeon buddies-
The week was comparatively quiet and smooth compared to the routine Thaes was accustomed to aboard Dreadhaven, having gotten the medical and research facility up and running within a few days of tireless work on his part. And now that the one known as Issane Galoris had made himself known to Thaes, he had a reliable line in getting materials and basic supplies. The Genetor would also discover that there was another one who was versed in medicine and surgery, the Cadian woman named Raska the Pale. He would introduce himself, as Dr. Sawbones of course, and show her that the spruced up surgery theatre and medical facility she no doubt will need as well. It was a nice change of pace for the old Tech Priest to know someone else who at least had some knowledge in his fields. @Casavay "I hope everything here is in order for your preference. Is there anything else I could possibly help with? I imagine we will be both working together for the foreseeable future." Mr.Sawbones asked the pale woman in a friendly tone, organizing some of his own tools and instruments nearby.

-Yawning Luddites and Secretive shadowmen, a typical Breifing-
Like must of the rest of the crew, Thaes was there for the briefing, preferring to stand . But unlike the few who for some reason were still yawning, he taking down notes on both the planet and Savoy. One never knew when such details will be important in the future. He had no aims or thoughts of betrayal or doing things against his employers, but it is interesting in wondering just how this fallen noble house have such influence where their blades can be found almost anywhere. 'What possible allies could William have? ' would be the question in Thaes' mind. But as the briefing turned to the planet of Nylea, his interest peaked even more at the mention of a rather new planet brought into the fold of the Imperium even with the golden armored warrior speaking about claiming an artifact by 'the divine's decree'. A mental note was filed away in figuring out if this man was delusional or if he had a mental illness that need to be remedy incase he was a danger to the rest of the crew. Otherwise. this was an opportunity of finding previously undiscovered flora and fauna not yet completely eradicated by human settlers. And then talk of this 'Crown of Command' being the Laurel of command came up was when he spoke up finally. "If this 'Crown' is even similar, let alone one, of the Laurels of Command, I would like to request a chance in studying its effects on organisms and it's inner workings before its sale Lord Savoy." Thaes reasoned as respectfully as he could, his curiosity about it obvious in his tone. His main interest was seeing if it affected xenos as well as if it could be replicated or blocked as well.

<Briefing>
With the chain of yawning on going, Helana was not exactly above the act, hand and lack of sound being used to hide the fact of her yawn. Furthermore, the Verax drone had still come along, and even it didn't seem to be immune to the feeling with a subdued whirr that subsided in the same amount of time a yawn would. While her mind had briefly reflected upon the introductions made, both at the Starport and on the ship, ultimately there were more important things to pay attention to..

Such as the briefing. With mentions of things such as Laurels of Command in relation to the Crown of Command as the major artifact. Claims of divinity by the evidently insane Knight were promptly ignored. All in all, she was content to wait, and observe what was going on.... Even if there was the small matter of getting herself a cut of the action, should Savory not be sufficiently magnanimous with his payment if it comes to that.