<span style="color: red">“Right… Then left… Then right again, through the door… And I’m still not there. Frak,”</span>Covud swore loudly, looking around the gilded hallway he currently found himself occupying. Every single opulent corridor, hall, door and room aboard The Fair Lady looked the same to the old Arbitrator, the map slate in his hand was not helping and he was not about to ask the ship’s young bodied servitors for directions. Their forms unnerved him to a slight extent, though he would have never admitted that. He had only been aboard the ship for the past week and still needed time to familiarize himself with the old Iron Clad. For the umpteenth time Covud checked his wrist chrono which was quickly followed by another loud swear.<br/><br/>Five minutes later and he stood before the door leading to what he hoped was the bridge… The two blank faced guards at either side seemed to denote the place was at least of some importance. Covud sighed deeply, smoothing out some of the creases that had manifested themselves in his flak-coat, adjusting the bandolier of ammunition he wore, as well as the maul and revolver on his sides. Lastly, he tried to smooth down his hair and eye patch, hoping neither might shift when he moved.<br/><br/><span style="color: red">“That’ll have to do…”</span>He muttered, hoping that his clothing was presentable enough to make a good impression towards Madame D’crux. He hadn’t had that much time face to face with the Rogue Trader, he had only met her for a brief period on Scintilla, in an upspire club in the planets capital, Sibellus… Where she offered him a job as one of her officers.  How he had managed to grab her attention Covud still didn’t really know, in fact the more he thought about it the more suspicious it seemed. However, one shouldn’t look a gift horse in the mouth and Covud couldn’t afford to do that, he could look after himself if needs be anyways. Besides, he hadn’t been a subordinate for a looooong time and he couldn't deny that he longed for the simplicity of such a position.<br/><br/>The doors slid open and Covud stepped in, shoving his map slate into one of the many recesses of his coat as he flashed his identification at the gaurds.<span style="color: red">‘Thank the Emperor this is the right room, just in the nick of time too…’</span>he thought as he marched over to D’crux. The rather stunning woman wasn’t easy to miss thanks to her beauty, even amongst the veritable forest of statues and hololiths. The garb she wore made even the most garish hive nobles look positively restrained. He gave a curt bow to the woman before he spoke... he had not done that in quite a while, he hoped it didn't show.<span style="color: red">“You summoned, Ma’m?”</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>