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7:50 PM - Apr 27, 2016 #11

Returning to his seat, ben Dallen put his mind to the question at hand. "Do we have a lot of choice? We need the Occulus Fabula, and, as far as I'm aware, we don't have anything else he might want."

"Providing passage I don't have problem with. Protection is a different matter. We don't know exactly what we're facing, but I doubt a man such as the Father has only a few enemies. He either knows more about the situation than he is letting on, or his agent is more than capable of taking care of themselves and we are just a distraction and disguise for them. Either way, I'd say we're going to have to give him what he wants. I'd love to find a third option, but I can't see an opening at the moment."
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12:29 PM - Apr 29, 2016 #12

Reyfus rubbed a hand across his clenched jaw, feeling the traceries of scar tissue.

"Do we? Do we need the Fabula? I'll put more trust in gunnery crews and burning engines than shiny baubles. Putting ourselves at the whims of a Tech-Priest may not be the most sensible of courses for us. Then again, we would be best not to attract his ire."

The Void-master would trust his new master to make decisions for them. Once they had the measure of their new vessel he could ensure it was proof against assault from without - and within.

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6:42 PM - Apr 29, 2016 #13

Aesteban rested his hand on his leg and considered the responses.

"We win nothing if we avoid conflict. We have to pick our avenues if we are to take this new opportunity and control it to the maximum effect. The Fabula offers a key to the mysteries, a look ahead to jump start us. And if he is playing us then we will weather the fire and return it tenfold."
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4:56 PM - May 03, 2016 #14

As the last sands of the hourglass slipped away, Father Silvas tottered back to the table. In his arms he cradled the velvet bag which held his artifact. With him, came a quick whiff of pungent ointments that fled as quickly as you perceived it. The ragged, scarecrow of a man nodded appreciatively.
“As you are still here, I will accept that you have taken my commission.” With that, he extended two shaky arms the purple velvet bag containing the Occula Fabula and placed it on the table. “I bid you the Omnissiah’s speed on your journey.”
With that, he tottered back into the darkened machine room, leaving you alone again.
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You emerge from the darkened maze of machinery into the biting cold of Saint Paulus’ frozen surface. Your driver and his Tracked Rig dutifully wait for you and your team. The non-descript man hustles the side door open on the cabin, and you load up into the machine. The driver then seals the cabin and settles in behind the wheel.
After a muffled prayer to the Omnissiah, the driver cranks the machine to life. It slowly growls awake. Fumes from the machines engine leak into the cabin and taint the air enough to keep the scrubbers busy. As the beast begins to move across the world’s icy surface the cabin begins to warm slightly.
It is a long, slow traverse to Terminus, Saint Paulus’ capital. The rig crawls its way to one of the smaller ports, and slides up to a discrete docking station. Your small group slips out of the rig and move quickly and carefully through the labyrinthine complex towards the inner sanctums of the city. Few notice your group as they go about their own business.
After half a day, you arrive back at the Space Elevator leading to the Star of Ascension. Guards in the familiar livery of Katyaina Euan’s armsmen patrol the docking platform. You know that elsewhere the ship’s hold is being filled with tons of fresh liquid water to transport to buyer’s on Marovia. Such a pretense was necessary, but less profitable than Captain Katyaina would like.
The Armsmen wave you past as approach, and your small band rides the Space Elevator up to the ship waiting above. Your journey has given you ample opportunity to share your thoughts in private before reuniting with Captain Katyaina once more.
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3:44 PM - May 10, 2016 #15

The doors to the elevator slide open with the groan of metal on metal. The familiar hiss of escaping gas joins it, and a greyish mist curls around your feet. You exit into a utilitarian entry way used by crew given shore privileges. The barren, metal walls are devoid of the exotic intricacies found in the officer’s areas. Instead the floor is simple mesh, over a mass of different gauged pipes. The air is the familiar stale, recycled air with traces of body odor and oil tinged in it despite the best efforts of the scrubbers.
For those unfamiliar with ship-board life, it would be Spartan and distasteful. However, to you it is a comfort, for the ship is safety. The ship is home.

Awaiting you is Seneschal Calladium Halwood. He stands as tall as the pair of liveried guards flanking him. However, his body is cloaked in a fur-trimmed cloak of superb workmanship, with bits of silvered pedigree stitched into it. The pattern only reveals itself in special light. The Seneschal’s face is lined and care-worn, with a distinctive hawkish nose. His distinctive crop of greyed hair covers the rare input jacks and electro tattoos that decorate his temples. Dangling from a necklace filigree chain about his neck was the Seneschal’s antique silver badge of office and a Monoscope for detailed study and review.

The Seneschal’s face lights up as you exit the elevator, and he comes forward to heartily greet you upon your return. He extends a hand to Aesteban in a traditional Dynasty greeting to clasp hand to elbow.

“I trust your trading was profitable?” the Seneschal’s voice was but a rasping whisper. His words were the traditional greeting of the Euan Dynasty, but the intent was not the same. The Seneschal’s eyes strayed to the purple bag.

“Let us adjourn to my quarters. We can discuss there,” with that the Seneschal Halwood turned and began the familiar walk. After a quarter of an hour of riding in elevators and passing through corridors you arrive in his luxurious quarters. Silvered pillars and statuary line the halls here along with mosaics and tapestries. It is a sharp contrast to the regular crew quarters a few decks below.

In Calwood’s quarters are a variety of machines and devices stored behind plas-glass, on shelves, and framed upon walls. The Seneschal gestures to luxurious seats for you. He himself sits down at the obvious “head” of the room. A wheeled servitor glides noiselessly forward ready to prepare and serve drinks at your request. The servitors features were hidden behind an elaborate silver facade of an Imperial saint.

“Tell me of your trading?”
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7:51 PM - May 15, 2016 #16

ben Dallen took the opportunity to look around the Seneschal's quarters as he made his way to his chair. He had been in the rooms before, but there were so many different ornaments, gadgets and trophies adorning various surfaces that he seemed to spot something new each time he entered the area.

Sliding into his seat, he gratefully took a glass of Amasec when the servitor made it round to him. He was a lot happier to be on the ship than he was to be in the cold on the planet, but he still wasn't completely relaxed. He doubted he would ever be completely relaxed on a ship again, but for now it was home.

"As you can see Sir, we have acquired the Occulus Fabula. The price for the device was a favour for Father Silvas - to discretely provide transport and protection for one of his agents on Marovia Quintus. How expensive that favour proves to be we don't yet know, but it is the price we paid."
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9:58 PM - May 16, 2016 #17

The small group exchanged the details of their latest trade, and Halwood listened attentively. He seemed pleased with the results of the negotiations. As the group wrapped up their conversation, whimsical chimes began to fill the air with their song. With it, the glow globes began to pulse in syncopation. It was a sight you were all familiar with now. The Star of Ascension was going to make way.

Seneschal Halwood quickly finished his drink and rose, “We are about to make way. I suggest you return to your quarters and prepare for Warp jump.”

With that you make your departure. As you leave, the whimsical chimes and syncopated glow-globes is replaced by the harsh screech of warning sirens and flashing red klaxons emanating from the decorative statuary along this decks halls. The last for only a few moments longer and then everything returns to silence.

As you make your way back to your cabins you sense a slight, barely noticeable disturbance. Your body sways ever so slightly, and you realize that the ship is no underway and hurtling through the Void at incredible speeds. You know that below the officer’s decks, the experience is much less pleasant of an experience.

You return to your cabins, and settle in for the rest of the voyage to Marovian Quintus, you know the trip will last a score of days depending on the vagaries of the Warp. That will give you ample time to pursue your own interests aboard the Star of Ascension before making landfall again.
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4:33 PM - May 24, 2016 #18

The weeks spent in transit were filled with the typical work associated with shipboard life. You managed to keep yourself busy as no one that is part of the Euan Dynasty was allowed to be idle while the Star of Ascension was in motion. The activity was just enough to keep you out of trouble and about on the ship, but nothing beyond routine and ritual. Your rest was fitful and filled with bizarre and anxiety riddled dreams, the memories of which flitted away from your consciousness upon waking. In truth, the journey was drudgery.

As the ship approached the Red Forge, a spider-legged servitor summoned you to the bridge. Your small crew gathered and entered together. Before you was the expanse of the bridge, ranks upon ranks of control pews stretched out before you all leading to the base of the command throne. The look was reminiscent of a planet-bound cathedral with high-vaulted ceilings and arching support beams. Upon the ceiling, flaking and aged murals of past Euan’s gazed down upon you. The Lingua-technica mixed with low-gothic as minor bridge crew went about their business.

You stride up the center aisle and approach the towering Command Throne. It rises two heads above you, and you slowly ascend tot eh audience step, a small platform below the Command throne itself. Seneschal Halwood awaits you there. You are careful as you mount the stairs, for sudden vibration and ship’s motion could easily cause you to lose your footing.

Halwood greets Aestebahn with the traditional Euan greeting, and gestures for you to pay heed to the Captain of the vessel. Obscured by keyboards, monitors, and servo-skulls a shadow stands amongst the control apparatus of the ship. You assume it is Katyaina Euan, but the smoky paned monitors and command surfaces make it difficult to tell. You bow low and respectfully, as is the custom on her ship.

A surprisingly deep voice returns your greeting, “Behold. The red Forge awaits you.” The bridge’s main view screen springs to life with an audible crackle of energy. The screen is impossibly large and quickly dominates the cathedral like space.



Before you, a dark disk hovers in amongst the stars. The light of the Marovian sun highlights the edge of the world, and causes a corona effect to play across the screen. The dark surface swirls with soot covered clouds, and the occasionally pinpricks of bright red light break through from the surface. Even at this distance, your sharp eye can barely make out the forms of star ship drifting around the orbit of the world like biting insects.

You have arrived at Marovia Quintus, your destination. Here, you will transfer from the Star of Ascension to your own vessel. You will no longer be passengers, but instead be the masters.
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4:57 PM - May 24, 2016 #19

Aesteban stayed behind as the others left and accompanied his old mentor up to the bridge to meet with his kinswoman Captain Kaiyana. His intention was to use this voyage to prepare his core officers for taking on his own vessel. Then there was the Occulus. Looking around the familiar bridge he took some comfort in that here he might ask advice of two of the mentors who had guided him for so long. One last time to ask such advice, before the honour of command became his.

The familiar pull of the Warp hit as the Star of Ascension jumped into the Warp. It was strange to think that the next time he would feel this would be on his own ship, the decisions to be made his. It made it all the more important to spend this time getting the others frank with their opinions so that they could move as one onto the ship and bring it under his command. Aesteban did not know what his deal had plunged them into, but he was not going to allow a fractious crew or problems with the ship to endanger them. Those were things he could control. And at his heart he knew what it meant to not have control. He remembered less than pleasant times under Kaiyana and that damned planet. Never again.

With the jump made Aesteban allowed routine to kick in on the bridge, before making his way to Halwood. “Would you and the Captain care to join me to look into the Occulus? It seems only fair given the favour you are doing me and mine escorting to my new charge.”

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7:20 PM - May 26, 2016 #20

After leaving the Seneschal's cabin, ben Dallen returned to his appointed quarters and began sorting through the information he had received while on Saint Paulus on his dataslate. Some of it was gossip, some of it was trade agreements made between different parties. Most of it was going to end up being useless, but when information was your role and you had time at your disposal, it was worth monitoring.

As the weeks of transit passed, he saw little of the other members of the team, partly through keeping himself locked away with his data and partly through differing patterns and schedules. It was a fairly rare occurence for them to all be in one place as they entered the giant cathedral of a command deck that the ship had. It was a magnificent structure, almost the perfect place for a display of power, should the captain wish to do so. The captain herself was elaborately hidden from view, more likely by design than accident. It was clear that there would have to be a lot of work done to rise to a station that she would consider and outsider to the house worth of a face to face, even if those outsiders were agents for the house.

As they left the command deck to prepare to board their own ship, ben Dallen went back to his quaters to gather the remainder of his belongings that the servitors had not already transferred. Some were important, items that he would trust very few people not himself to have access to, and some were less so. He hope that by mixing the two, he would keep people guessing for just long enough to give him a potential advantage, if there was one to gain.

With belongings gathered, he rejoined the others, waiting for their Captain to return from the bridge where he had remained.
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