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[Cheddarius]

Go to merchant ship

[Org]

Looks like there is one place left to go. Up.

You turn to the elevator, and fit yourselves in there. And then up, up, up you go, all the way to the sixty fourth floor.
DING!
The doors open up, and you get out, to see the technological wonder of The Gilded Wings. Oh man! It has the new Tri-Electrostatic Ion Thrusters, and the new Durasteel, Enforcer-Shield Hull. Grond runs up and around it for a good few minutes, before returning to the ship.
The back latch opens, and the ramp descends.

[Cheddarius]

ENTER YE SHIP

[Org]

Please try to be a little IC. You dont have to be LIKE TOTALLY IC BUT YOU KNOW.
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You go to enter the ship when a figure descends. He seems like a British Gentleman from your old History Holo-Pads.

"Grayson Maximillian The Tenth, of the royal lineage of the merchant kings. Welcome aboard my ship, The Gilded Wings. I have been told of little of your mission, and please, I'd rather not know. It is frightening to even think of landing on that dread planet! But please, please enter. My servant bots have set up your quarters. Go there first, and then meet me in the control room. We shall be traveling soon."

[Cheddarius]

Grond shakes Grayson's hand. "It is good to meet you, sir. Thank you very much for helping me and my friends." Grond clasps his hand warmly in appreciation, then goes to his quarters.

[Org]

Wont be on til morning, others: POST!

[Archangel]

Ogre stomps past Grond and Greyson, thoroughly examining the ship as he menacingly meanders to his quarters.

[Virex]

Walking past Grayson, Peter inspects the ship, then turns around and thoroughly inspects Grayson.
"Pleased to meet you, Sir Maximilian. I've heard of you and your linage. Reliable merchants and pilots, rich and famous for a reason."
Taking a few steps closer, he scans the room. Whispering he says:
"Excuse my rudeness, dear sir, but something sits not right with me."
Drawing slightly closer.
"You're a well-renowed trader and transporter, rich enough to avoid entering Laurium space yourself if needed. The Gilded Wings has a high profile for a transporter, decked out with some of the latest in space-ship technology. Ships like these usualy don't land except on large loading ports. Why would you be asked to land on a backward part of a dangerous planet?"

(For the record, that's me trying to gather information)

[Org]

As the Grond and Dirk head to the quarters, Maximillion yells to them:
"The service bots will guide you to your quarters. Dinner will be served later. Do not snoop around my ship!"

You enter the ship, to see two Nob-Lords Co. Mark III "Servant" Bots. They escort you to your quarters, and you see nothing special along the way. As you enter your rooms, you find a very luxurious room, made of the finest materials.

Peter turns to Grayson.
After inquiring him, Grayson answers.
"I want to help the CAB in anyways possible...Better not to be on their bad side..."

[Virex]

"Those chaps at CAB, they do have a habit of pressing people into doing what suits them, don't they? Well, as long as they keep trade going. Plus, being on their good side does have it's perks."*

"I'll be off to my rooms, Sir."

*Fishing for a reaction

(Also you may want to update the OP with the current players)

[Cheddarius]

"Well, I guess I'll take a look around. It's not like we have anything else to do. Looking forward to dinner, though." Grond walks around the room and inspects it, trying to notice anything out of the ordinary.

[Org]

Only Overseers activate Notice!!!
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Peter waits for his reaction.
Grayson just seems rather nervous, and leaves him waiting.
Oh well.
You leave for you conjoined room.

Grond notices a room on the same level, and it seems like someone is in there....

[Cheddarius]

"Wait a bit, fellows." Grond walks over, and inspects the person and the room FOR GREAT JUSTICE!

[Org]

You go to the door. As you near, you hear some voices, and the usual crackle of a holo-com. Hmm...
You attempt to open the door, and it turns out it locks. Unfortunately, you make a good bit of noise. The person hears you, and you hear a word from the holo-com:
"What was that?"

You hear the click of a gun.

[Cheddarius]

I think you should delay the turn until everyone else has moved, because it now matters.

Grond whispers urgently. "Unger! Peter! Get over here!" He moves out of the way of the door and grabs his Executioner, backing up but aiming it carefully at the door.