!!0fEYB5hrFn3 03/27/11(Sun)20:47 No.14387486|
At long last, Dolemite rises from his throne, stretching his sore muscles. Several cracks can be heard as his back rights itself, and the rogue trader swiftly decides to get a beeter seat. Sure, the current one looks good, but there is no way sitting in that thing could be good for his long term health. With a sigh, the captain strides over to the Seneschal, who at the moment seemed to be looking over some bridge bunnies shoulder at a holoscreen.
“Hey,” starts Dolemite, facing the Seneschals back, “Do you think we could get some Q-ships or something? I mean, if we’re gonna do the bait thing anyway, why not leave those damn, dirty xenos and even worse surprise?”
Turning one hundred and eighty degrees, the Seneschal locks eyes with his master as he considers the idea. “Well, that might be pushing it, captain, but we might be able to get him to acquiesce with our needs.”
“Good,” replies the captain, flashing his patented smile, in the background, several female staffers swoon, before recovering under the steely gaze of the Seneschal. With a wave, the captain announces his departure, and after spending a quarter of an hour in the most annoying elevatus, arrives outside the bulk head doorway that is the entrance to H1256-J47’s lair. However, unlike his previous trip to his explorator’s home, this time he is greeted by the metal man himself, who is seemingly waiting for him.
>What do you do?