Urien, Dwappa, Lindsey, Eirene, Kesperziaiepr, Mahan
The Royal Hangar
Caught stepping away from the Harrier by the Zhodani of the crew, the Lord Admiral stops with a sharp clack of heeled boots against metal flooring, and regards Kesper over his shoulder for a moment before turning to more fully face him. He frowns at the mention of the sword, "We recovered it - badly damaged. And given its state, it was buried with the remains of the Captain who carried it." His frown deepens, "In a lead casket, unfortunately. But should you find the time and resources, I'm certain that the Tower can help in finding registry and record of this ship. If you intend to have a new one made while this ship is in your service, that is."
For the others, the Bwap merchant gives a throaty and warbling chuckle and rocks back and forth from his heels, "Familiar faces, happy to see, I am!" He regards Dwappa with an even broader grin, "And familiar this stranger is!" He is quick to bow and return the appropriate greetings, just as large and physically expressive as the engineer before him so the two look like a pair of showmen presenting themselves on stage. When he rises to stand upright once more, showing he is perhaps just an inch or two taller than Dwappa in stature, he quickly beckons the crew closer, "Happy of service, I am to be! Browse the shop, you must!"
Humans make up a large majority of his admittedly small staff. They set up tables, cases, displays. And even a rarity on the Floating Palace: weapons and munitions on open display. A few are even kind enough to scratch Astrid between her ears or brush at her tail fleetingly as she passes by. One is even so kind as to fish a pack of dried meet from a pouch on the vest jacket he wears, chirping for the cat as he presents a piece of salted meat for her attention.
Rachando nods along at Urien's words, and once duly instructed he shoots a single gloved hand into the air - finger pointed up - and turns about to waddle to the cnetral of the three air/rafts as if wordlessly beckoning to be followed. He opens a door to reveal a massive... circle. Easily four feet in diameter, sleek black. If a bit dented and scratched.
And upon a press of a button, it hums to life with vacuum-like bristles sticking out from beneath its edges, and four metallic arms festooned with a variety of tools and cleaning implements that all-in-all come to make the whole creation roughly five feet in height, with neon-green arms swiveling about as the machine seems to take in its surroundings, "Hygienist robot, this is!" He declares, "And because friend of Rachando you are, good price you are given! Cr150,000!" He beams.
At least as much as a Bwap might be able to smile, by typical human perception.
One of the humans of Rachando's crew is able to take over dealing with Emmet. By and large she's able to present most everything asked for. though on the mention of ship security software she frowns and seems rather hesitant to officer, "Sorry, sir. We uh... we don't actually carry much in the 'starship' department... " And she sheepishly rubs at the back of her neck.