Scintilla,  a world of towering hives and gunmetal cities,  all thriving on mass prodution of some of the Imperium's most famed arms and ammunitions. The vast prodcuction of arms and the general Uncaring of the populace in the production of their livelyhood had left the sky in a permanent grey smog,  a dreary display. In the void it looked like a brown-blue orb among the cold stars.<br/><br/>Ships dotted the space around the planet, dominarng the sky like some kind of flotilla. All classes and Imperial models were present , even the ancient Iconoclast had presence here. One ship among all of them dominated the horizon of space,  a massive eight kilometer construction of armored and aged Adamentine. It had a heavy, dagger-like nose and a raked prow. It was a ship of almost the earliest Imperial construction , from the era before void sheilds. Massive gothic spires gilt with gold decorated the ship and the vessel was illuminated with powerful lights that cut trough the void.<br/><br/>The Fair Lady,  it was a Rogue Trader vessel as evidenced by the lack of Imperial Navy naming structure and markings of amlny battle fleet. For the past three weeks it had dominated the high-anchor spot it was given in orbit,  vessels arriving and departing almost constantly as if the ship was a beehive itself. The Trader herself had put put a call for all worthy hands to crew the vessel,  a promise of brilliant pay and a life of adventure in turn for service upon the vessel for a contracted amount of years.<br/><br/>Upon the bridge of the vessel Anastasia watched this all happen,  her warp-purple eyes fixed on the planet set amongst the black void in the background,  a casual smile on her lips as she peered out of the massive void-window that made up the enitire front of the bridge. Unlike the lower decks the bridge was off limits to those not of the highest officer status on the ship,  quiet servitors manned the stations,  chattering in binary as they carried out there tasks as the pipe organs played through the ship. The most unusual thing however is that most of the servitor were near-naked and beautiful young women in their prime when they were converted into servitorhood.<br/><br/>The entire display of the bridge was extravagent,  statues of family lined the walls and holograms illuminated the hall im their warm blue light,  showing numerous displays of augury data and auspex senses. The Trader herself stood with her hands behind her back,  garbed in the finest Imperial clothes. A greatcoat of scarlet red and gold covered her shoulders and pants made of the finest velvet covered her legs,  her heeled boots rising to her knee along the breeches. A sash was tied around her middle with a ancient scabard tucked between the folds and atop her head rested a crisom tri-corn hat,  a brilliant purple of unknown avian species decorating it,  a silk kercheif tied around her head 'neath that.<br/><br/>It was simple really. She was waiting for those officers she had hired and those she currently employed to meet her on the bridge to divine a course for warp travel now that the ship was once more void-worthy. " Soon enough. " her pink-painted lips mouthed as she watched the void with purple eyes , the pale woman eerie in her beauty.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>