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7/18/2025, 8:01:31 AM
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>At last reaching their destination, the Trader ushered Salafié into his personal office, a chamber alike unto a cathedral in size, its walls clad in carved black granite inlaid with gold and platinum filigree. Locking the door behind them, he turned to the Priestess.
>"I believe you owe me an explanation."
>"Oh, do I?" She smirked.
>Exasperated, the Rogue Trader gestured to a stack of data-slates on his desk. "I have a report here saying that you were killed on an expedition almost two years ago, and now you appear unnanounced in command of a Chaos cruiser! What would you have me believe?"
>"Well, I *was* killed," the Priestess laughed with an unsettling playfulness, "but not in the time or place those spies of yours may have told you. As for my ship, you mustn't call it a Chaos cruiser, Cassius. They merely borrowed it for a time, and they do not crew it now. There is only one other living soul aboard that ship, servitors aside, and she is no more a servant of the Dark Gods than I am."
>That her last phrase left room for two very different meanings was not lost on the Trader.
>"Sala, this is no time for your games. Half my bridge officers would have had you shot as a traitor the moment you set foot on this station. If I am to vouch for you, I must have the truth."
>Salafié sighed and made her way across the chamber, settling on a sofa richly uppholstered with the hide of some exotic xenos reptile. Ah luxury, she thought. There was more truth in it than in all the words in all the finely-bound tomes that lined the walls behind her. "Alright, my dear," she purred, "but this will take a while..."
>At last reaching their destination, the Trader ushered Salafié into his personal office, a chamber alike unto a cathedral in size, its walls clad in carved black granite inlaid with gold and platinum filigree. Locking the door behind them, he turned to the Priestess.
>"I believe you owe me an explanation."
>"Oh, do I?" She smirked.
>Exasperated, the Rogue Trader gestured to a stack of data-slates on his desk. "I have a report here saying that you were killed on an expedition almost two years ago, and now you appear unnanounced in command of a Chaos cruiser! What would you have me believe?"
>"Well, I *was* killed," the Priestess laughed with an unsettling playfulness, "but not in the time or place those spies of yours may have told you. As for my ship, you mustn't call it a Chaos cruiser, Cassius. They merely borrowed it for a time, and they do not crew it now. There is only one other living soul aboard that ship, servitors aside, and she is no more a servant of the Dark Gods than I am."
>That her last phrase left room for two very different meanings was not lost on the Trader.
>"Sala, this is no time for your games. Half my bridge officers would have had you shot as a traitor the moment you set foot on this station. If I am to vouch for you, I must have the truth."
>Salafié sighed and made her way across the chamber, settling on a sofa richly uppholstered with the hide of some exotic xenos reptile. Ah luxury, she thought. There was more truth in it than in all the words in all the finely-bound tomes that lined the walls behind her. "Alright, my dear," she purred, "but this will take a while..."
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