Errant Traders

Session Seven: Scaffolding and other difficult terrain

The following recordings are of relevant conversations between involved parties pertaining both directly and indirectly to the nature of the Captaincy of one Argustus Clawface. This material is presented wholly and unaltered, for use as evidence for or against the continued possession of the Clawface warrant of trade by Argustus Clawface, and through this his representation as head of the Clawface household and measurement of honor in lieu of more distant relatives.

Piece 1, Recorded conversation between two lower crewmen of the Frigate-class vessel, Impiety’s Penalty, tasked with janitorial duties. The following is heavily translated from Underdeck tongue:
Artho (Crewman 1): “Sweet Sanguinius’ Cider, how did I land a job like this?”
Bron (Crewman 2): “Quiet your ungrateful whinging. You think you’ve got it bad – you haven’t heard about the poor soul that was dragged out of here before we arrived.”
Artho, skeptical tone: “He can’t have had it much worse than this.”
Bron, arrogant sneer: “You see that darkened spot on the floor over there?”
Artho, fearful tone: “That blackened mark that looks like a symbol of Khor… Emperor protect us.”
Bron, “Indeed. That mark on the floor was actually carved into the slab not long ago, charred and filled with coagulated ichor. Naturally some sod would have to fill the blasphemous mark with plasteel before further heresy strikes.”
Artho, nervous tone: “I hope it’s blessed soon. So what happened to this sod?”
Bron: “He got the job done, though it took hours longer than anticipated. He’d already eaten three of his fingers when security finally checked on him. Spitting blood and profanities, his mind clearly beyond the Emperor’s grace.”
Brief pause.
Artho: “Guess that explains all the blood around.”
Bron, scoffs: “Not even half of it. They still haven’t found all the pieces of those caught in this incursion.”
Second pause.
Artho: “… and the rivers of vomit.”
Bron, between laughter: “Ha, no. Wrong again Arth. That cocktail of regurgitate you’re currently mopping up came from none other than our good Captain.”
Artho, gasp of disbelief: “Lord Clawface? All this from him? It keeps going down the corridors!”
Bron, continued snickering: “It’s true. I heard it from the medic that tried to treat him. Apparently he took one look at the floor over there and started streaming this mess.”
Artho, desperate tone: “Well no doubt that’s more to do with his valiant conflict against those vile demons. Or perhaps something happened on the Tabernacle.”
Bron: “Not what I heard. After clearing most of the base of those haywire servitors, Lord Clawface ordered three thousand of our fellow crewmen to stay behind along with a thousand security. That’s why Vorgen’s not here helping us.”
Artho: “… I did wonder.”
Bron: “Then the Captain decided we needed repairs and had a course charted to Footfall. And you know the rest.”
Artho: “Well… I know that the gellar field let some demons in, but I don’t really know what happened after that.”
Bron: “Oh, right. As soon as the reports were made Lord Clawface and his lieutenants came straight down here. Before they even saw their quarry though, our Lord Captain and his faithful pilot were stricken with abject fear, the mere sound of approaching death staying their wrath. Before any action could be taken, Seneschal Thale and Commander Karak were beset by the agile demons. Thale was able to elude his foe’s blows by sheer luck, but Karak bore the brunt of some decent strikes. He returned one not with his fabled chainaxe but with the shield on his arm. Apparently even the most innocuous thing is deadly in the hands of Karak the Lizard-Beast. Meanwhile Thale attempted to dispatch his aggressor with a retaliatory blast from his personal Inferno Pistol.”
Artho, loud gasp: “Surely none could survive such a close shot from ‘Daemon’s Breath’!”
Bron, correcting tone: “Ah, but it did. Filled with terror from the tremendous blast of the weapon, the demon abandoned his conflict with Thale and joined the melee against Karak. It was about this time that our Captain and his pilot finally overcame their startled state, but were unable to make a clear shot past their allies. Master Echo of the Choir Telepathica stepped in to strike with his staff, though the attack was almost fruitless, especially compared to the swift retribution of Commander Karak. Against his sure blows the demons were no match.”
Artho, awed tone: “I wish I’d seen all that.”
Bron, returning laughter: “I wish I’d seen Lord Clawface emptying his stomach at the sight around the corner.”
Artho, worried tone: “Yeah, well, I bet he wasn’t the only one of the group to be so terrified.”
(Addendum: No evidence has been found to corroborate this assumption.)

Brief summary of Acqusitions at Footfall station, compiled by ship accountant Thale:
Full Ship Repair – Estimated cost to Warrant value: High
Full Ship Crew Complement – Estimated cost to Warrant value: Low
Full Ship Supply Complement – Estimated cost to Warrant value: Negligible/None
Personal items as follows:
- Best MIU links for Argustus and Titus
- Power Armour Repair for Echo

Piece 2, occuring after naming of Aestaban Sawyer as Captain of Frigate-class vessel Fell Hand and Argustus Clawface’s decision to pursue lead on long lost Olympus-class vessel Niveus Astrum. Recorded conversation between a number of citizens of unofficial colony Niveus Astrum. Slight translation from broad low Gothic accent, current dialect:
Boy (Citizen 1): “Father, tell me again of the arrival of the travellers from the stars.”
Father (Citizen 2), chuckling: “Of course M’boy. Well, as Arcpenny tells it, they arrived by small craft, braving entry through the dangerous atmosphere and sky of our world. He tried to contact them on a number of frequencies, but for many long minutes he received no reply. Finally the leader of their party, and Captain of the lead ship orbiting our world, replied to the broadcasts. As any of us would, Arcpenny immediately started begging questions about the universe and all manner of things. The leader was polite and apparently amazed at our craft-turned-colony. Fortunately he managed to get Arcpenny to guide their craft to a safe landing position. This exchange was monitored by Chatelaine Quess who sent Master-Sergeant Bount and his guards to escort the visitors to the command cathedra. Bount’s greeting was well met, but before they could begin to head to the bridge, there was a loud explosion. As Rebels began to attack their position, Arcpenny took shelter and commited to memory all that he observed.
Boy, excited and inquisitive: “And what happened?!”
Father: “Well, despite not knowing anything of our affairs, the visitors made the right choice and assisted the guard against the violent rebels-“
Older Son (Citizen 3): “Hang on! I heard the moment the Rebels arrived, one of their number fled the battle, swinging to the rafters above!”
Father, disapproving: “Whoever told you this neglected to mention that from that position the visitor fired upon the Rebels with accuracy and cunning. But anyway… the battle commenced not far from where the visitors landed their craft, so they were still high amongst the scaffolding of the shuttle bay. And without hesitation, the visitor’s leader and the lean, quick-eyed explorer next to him began to fire upon the Rebels. Arcpenny didn’t get to see it, but the tall one clad head to toe in runic armour lifted his helmet and roared at the rebels, causing three of them to freeze in terror. The visitor with pale eyes and the bright staff seemed, to Arcpenny, utterly distracted, much like our Witchmouths when they are at The Sending. The visitor in the rafters sniped down upon the Rebels, hitting – but not killing – one of them. The lean explorer finished the job, though the few Rebels still able to retaliate did kill one of our guard. His roar now passed, the big visitor leapt from the scaffolding they were on, aiming to land on one of the petrified Rebels below. His hefty frame and wicked weapon cleft the misguided man in two, but the sheer weight of the fall shattered the struts beneath the lower platform, causing it to slowly collapse. With almost all attention turned to this sight, one of the two remaining Rebels flung an improvised grenade into the visitors’ midst. Arcpenny’s awe at the big visitor’s leap was doubled as he watched the seemingly absent Astropath catch the falling grenade before returning it in an identical arc, not even bothering to look where he was throwing, as if his aim was guided by fate or good fortune. These displays proved too much for the last Rebel who, even wounded, attempted a hasty retreat. The visitors’ leader, thinking fast, flung a heavy suspension chain down to his hulking comrade, who grasped it just as the floor beneath his feet finally fell away. While the brave warrior was being rescued, the canny visitor in the rafters managed to clip the fleeing Rebel, causing him to collapse into a nearby tunnel, gasping. While the guard were awed by the visitors’ leader and the group’s courage, the Pale-Eyed One departed to give the last Rebel a dignified end. They were then to be taken to see the Chatelaine and I have not yet heard more…”



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