The arrival of the Incessant Nagging raised a few eyebrows. Firstly, the ship's energy signature was larger than most run-of-the-mill scyllas. Secondly, she came from the opposite direction than the other rogues. Thirdly, unlike the other rogue vessels, she seemed religiously maintained.
And lastly, the two passengers who came abord with a shuttle, didn't seemed like Rogues. Robert was in his late 30s, wore a perfect fit charcoal suit, and a black shirt with no tie, designed by latest fashion in Gallia. The only things showed his affiliation were a golden pin shaped to the Rogues insignia, and an aura of terrifying danger. The Emilie was in her teens, wore an expensive dress, but her face showed sadness and regret.
After the formal greeting, They headed directly for the bar, where Robert was sure he'd find some fellow rogues. He wasn't wrong.
They went towards the loudest bunch. "Hey! Where's Moka?" He asked in a sandpaper rough voice. One of them laughed and got up." You won't meet Lord Moka, toff. Now, why don't you screw off before something wrong happening to you, and leave your girlfriend here so we can ha-" He couldn't finish the sentence, because Robert's index finger landed right in the soft spot above his collarbones, and with the movement he pushed the rogue to a wall. "Don't. You. Dare. To. Touch. My. Property!" He said it in a quiet rage. Suddently he pulled off his blaster from under his shoulder, and pointed it to another man, approaching from behind. "M'boy, you sure look like shit, but if you twitch even a muscle, I'll put you out of your misery. Now you." He turned back to the pinned man, and pushed his middle finger into the soft spot too"You'll go now, find Moka, and tell him Dixon wants to speak with him, and that I'll be waiting for him in the Hall."
Robert turned around, and made his way to the main hall, with the girl tailing her. After he left, the pinned rogue went to find Moka.