<strong>Shipside - Captain's Quarters</strong><br/><br/>Even in the seeming<em>privacy</em>of a Bridge Officer breakfast Vendigroth was completely surrounded by his blind servants and relatives, a full dozen of them standing behind his seat and whispering to him while he looked through long strips of warp-readings and signing documents. One could easily get the impression that he was the sort of man to never sleep or eat, a workaholic. Only partly true. Responsibility was more like it, since the security of a dozen or more thousand souls were in his hands, often for weeks on end. He wanted nothing more than to eat a good meal and sleep off the enormous amount of drugs that kept him awake for a month on end. But there was still work to be done. Not the least of which was briefing his fellow officers and captain on the jump.<br/><br/>"It was uneventful I suppose." He spoke out as if he had answered one of his entourage, but his eyes were turned more to the others. "At least for the crew. It is never uneventful up in the Dome. I have noticed no warp anomalies in my readings thus far. The system seems stable, at the surface at least. But what with the disturbing reports from the colony... I'd advice we proceed with caution. Perhaps I can find something once we reach orbit."<br/><br/>He folded up the last pieces of documents and waved off his flunkies, reaching out for what looked like a grey egg. He didn't care if it was a grox-testicle, as long as it would fill the grumbling void that was his stomach. He took a big bite out of it and looked over the other officers. It was a little strange, calling some of them fellow officers after having traveled for so long with the Missionary fleets. Purge the Unclean. Xenos in this case. Yet here they were. And it intrigued him.<br/><br/>"I hope the jump was to everyone's comfort though. I didn't give you all a bumpy ride, did I?"