With the guncutter prepped and launched, the salvage team drift through the icy black void, the ships enginseer calling course corrections as drifting lumps of scrap that were once parts of proud vessels spin and crash around you.<br/><br/>Halfway through the trip there is a flare of intense light from ahead, and the small vessel shakes. Hardwired servitors begun chattering in the binary language, and from the pilots compartment comes muffled noises. After a few moments, a voice comes over the ships vox.<br/><br/>"Ah .. don't worry, we're still in one piece. Something, some piece of debris out there exploded and we were caught in the shockwave. We've taken some minor damage, but we're still capable of continuing on."<br/><br/>The remainder of the trip passes quickly, though every creak, ping and hiss from the ships hull draws wary eyes towards them.<br/><br/>As you get closer still, the pilots feed an image of your destination into the small holo projector. The image flickers a bit, but you can see the vessel that awaits you.<br/><br/>The Emperor’s Bounty is in bad shape indeed; large rents score its hull, and its bastions and bulkheads are pitted and worn by months of unshielded exposure to the void. There are, however, a faint glow from the drives and a shadow of light spilling from the vista dome of the bridge, indicating  hat the vessel’s plasma reactors have not gone completely cold.<br/><br/>With a loud clang, the guncutter docks, and further creaking and hissing comes from the voidlock. After about a minute the enginseer announces a good seal, and the door hisses open.<br/><br/>As per the agreement, the first to step foot aboard must be blood of the Rogue Trader.