Anastasia seemed rather pleased with herself as she walked away from the bridge of the ship , the beautiful servitors clearing room.for her and hailing her with binary chatter as the heels of her knee-high boots clicked on the deck plating,  the soft velvet fabric of them pristine. As she made her way to the section ofbthe ship that was entirely hers and hers alone,  the large portion of the deck that wad actually her manse she let the idle thoughts of the day finally seep into her mind. Decorations became even more opulant and gaudy,  golden statues and Imperial inconography filled the halls and plates faded into plus carpet as she made it into her halls. The servitors here were especially beautiful and nude at that,  serving out their programmee tasks silently and with great devotion. Ana Payed them no mind however,  pulling her red and gold greatcoat closer and thinking of her new officers and guests.<br/><br/>Corvud: this one would be easy foe her to evade and twist. He may have gotten some vibes from.her earlier she supposed but he was hiding something as well due to his actions with the sister. And she may have felt Imperial Docterine useless,  but degrees of guilt was true,  but just how guilty was this man?  Enough for him to fear a sister?  All in all he would have his uses,  and the ship could always use a strong guiding hand.<br/><br/>The sister; This one was a challenge,  she supposed. The woman was clearly a novice sister as her papers said and her cannoness had attested to. She felt that the sister was almost...unsure of herself in some way. And while the woman was made of stern stuff and likely not easily twisted in the wind as a willow upon the shore she could at least befriend the woman and broaden her view on thins,  plant the small seed that grows in the shadows of the heart.<br/><br/>Abida: here was here her curiousity knew no bounds. The young woman was something else , and entirely too naieve,  though perhaps she could use that. Take the woman under her wing and show her what the Inperium really was,  and the corpse god they. Venerated daily.<br/><br/>As her thoughts settled on those new shipmates she finally made it to her private baths and headed in through the open double doors.  The interior was all old marble and tile, gilded ceilings and trim dominated the area. Hidden vox played all manner of<a class="externalLink" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1UF4MJHnhqI" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">soothing music</a>. The woman removed her tri-corn hat and placed it on a old oaken stand and turned,  only to see some tall, lanky woman with some short shorn hair gawking at het ammenities. The trader raised an eyebrow and stood as tall as her heeled boots allowed,  a whole five foot five.  Her black hair was visible from underneath the red silk bandanna on her head two almost unnoticeable bumps near the crown of her head almost stood out. " Excuse me. But why are you in the private baths of one amused shipmaster? "<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>