<div class="floatright">(http://i68.tinypic.com/2h5r9ja.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Katarina Serkova</strong></span>(https://docs.google.com/document/d/1wVXRhquFygpkGwtmLQhPvpwLT0_cpOaUCTlTt9vItM4/edit)<br/><br/>Kat looked up from perusing what little information she'd managed to acquire on their destination -<em>Or should I call it our initial destination? A Rogue Trader Void-Mistress... unlikely we'll be in Port Wander very long</em>coursed through her mind - and frowned slightly at the dainty paper of the invitation with a roll of her eyes.  She flicked her gaze over the contents, and frowned.  "See if Jensen wants to come.  Ziya's Second Pilot, she's going to have sit the helm either way that shift.  Other than that..."  She shrugged.  "No staff.  Don't need em, don't want em, and they don't want me, so it's better for all."<br/><br/>She flicked a hand dismissively, going back to the screen of data scrolling across her personal terminal.  She frowned.  "The Koronus Expanse.  Well, he'll definitely need my talents once we're out there," she muttered, flicking the screen off with a wave and rising lithely to her feet.  Into the not-uniform that she wore - it still felt odd to her not being in a full dress or combat uniform every hour of the day - and a message sent to her Third Pilot inviting him to the luncheon, and she was off through the corridors, not really paying any attention to her path.<br/><br/>She was Voidborn, a Void-Mistress.  She didn't really need to.