Traders
You meet with your two peers and the Governor in the Governor's personal meeting room in his tower. It is a room designed more for plotting out strategies than entertaining guests, with maps for troop movements as the only decoration. But the room itself is safe and secure, checked daily for bugs and is deep enough in the fortress that it could survive an orbital strike. Two Peach Keepers guard the door with Dominator-pattern plasma pistols on their hips. A choice of weapon, you note, that is capable of non-lethally disabling a target should things get out of hand. The Governor is equipped with the same, but is sitting on a padded chair at the polished wooden desk with the rest of you. None of you where disarmed or checked - the others certainly have weapons on them, as do you.
Icewhite has a very commanding presence comparable to your own, despite being physically smaller than any of the locals present. You can certainly see where the rumors come from. It isn't that his features appear inhuman, they are simply perfectly human with none of the flaws a human is normally born with or accumulates over their life. You get the same feeling as with the innitial dino clone - it is a body that appears too flawless to be natural.
In comparison the Van Haustborg is more flawed than expected. While he carries the dignity of a proud lineage, his body is one that appears to work for a living. If you where to guess at his profession without context you would assume he was an officer of some stripes. Someone who expects his orders to be followed, but someone who goes back to a tiny house with muddied boots when the fighting is done.
At long last, you've finally called the meeting together. The corpses have been moved to the Governor's meat locker during the last week, in case either Trader wished to inspect the goods.
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Retinue
For those who decided to come along rather than staying on the ship, you are brought to the Governor's garden. It is deeper within the heart of the fortress than you would expect a non-essential piece of infrastructure to be, deeper even than the Governor's strategy room where your employers are currently having their meeting. It is larger than you would expect as well. Century old peach trees with pink leaves and plump peaches dominate much of the room, growing all the way up to the bright lamps that give them life. It is easily enough room that a Rex could comfortably romp around. And indeed they have a Rex present doing just that. A mighty creature clad in decorated flackgrass armor, with the Governor's daughter sitting proudly in its saddle leading it carefully along the green grass between rows of trees. The Governors sons demonstrate smaller creatures - one playing happily in a crowd of assorted dinosaurs ranging from those small enough to fit in your hands up to those just taller than a man, while the other throws a handful of food into a pond in the center of the garden and watches as ancient fish rise up to claim the morsels.
Also present is the Traders' retinue. For the most part they seem more relaxed than one might expect from warring parties, with many simply sitting down and helping themselves to some peaches or petting particularly fluffy dinosaurs. They're a mixture of local outcasts and those foreign to this world, the former of which can be seen at a glance simply from their large builds. None of you had been searched or disarmed - indeed everyone present is visibly armed and is careful to keep their weapons in reach at all times. Should conflict arise the only way to reach the Traders is by two elevators, a personal size one that you came down in and a significantly larger freight elevator. Both can be shut down at the Governor's order.
An exception to the relaxed atmosphere is two men following the Rex. They are currently shouting at each at the top of their voices and nearly coming to blows. One is equipped with a large chainsword strapped to his back with a magnet mechanism, while the other is dressed as a pilot with a backup pistol in his holster. They appear to be on opposite sides, but nobody seems to pay mind to their argument - the Governor's daughter in particular seems to be amused by it.
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Topic: Rogue Trader: Laughing Gold (IC) (Read 42144 times)