Realspace swiftly envelops the haul as the Pride of Phobos ends its 30 day voyage through the churning impossibility of the immateriam in a rather uneventful manner. Hanging in the empty void, the insignificant spec of metal roars with futile might into the blackness, unleashing a surge of burning promethium, a spark in a blizzard. Free of the endless deadly promises of the warp and safely in the banal the crew inside rejoice as the walls of the corridors no longer appear to be melting in the corner of one’s eye.<br/><br/>“Lord-Captain Salvus, we are back and on mark. We will be within auger range of JD – 582 within 12 days,” the Chief Bosun announces on the bridge. It is early morning; breakfast is due for the Commanding Officers of the vessel in half an hour. “How are we to approach this planet Lord-Captain?”<br/><br/>Of course only the Explorers know the exact parameters of this mission. You had arrived at the Footfall after hearing that a local alliance of planetary governments was offering a contract for a Rogue Trader. The terms were rather nice, if the colony could be reestablished, as you are promised a nice portion of the revenue from the sale of agri produce, as well as naming rights for the new colony, and the ability to establish the Salvus Family and produce Planetary Governor candidates. Of course if what ever caused the first colony to meet it grim end is still present, these generous rewards will be no less than you deserve, after you have cleansed the planet.