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>Now would have been the time for Salafié to rush to Mira's side and gather her up in a comforting embrace. But, no sooner had the Priestess felt the relief of seeing the girl alive than she was filled with a sudden dread that somehow her dealings with the emissary of Vashtorr might be discovered. After all, what could a Navigator see with that frightful second-sight of theirs? Here in the Immaterium most of all...
>And so Salafié held back, aloof, as a pained silence hung between them. At length, she merely pronounced that there would be no further technical difficulties, and ordered the Navigator to maintain course before dismissively turning and sweeping out of the navis santum to prepare the ship's machine-spirit for the translation back to realspace.
>True to her word, the remainder of the journey passed smoothly, and at last, the veil of reality was parted once more and the cruiser 'Pitiless Blade' dropped back into the material realm, deep in a shadowy nebula 500 AU below the long-forgotten star of Ghorstangrad. There before it lay the goal of this cursed journey, a vast and gleaming station resplendent with domes and gothic arches, sensor spires and docking arms, and abuzz with the activity of freighter convoys.
>It was, of course, the hidden base of the Von Nassau-Mendoza dynasty, where already sirens were blaring at the approach of an unknown vessel that looked to their sensors every bit the Chaos cruiser it had until so recently been...
>Now would have been the time for Salafié to rush to Mira's side and gather her up in a comforting embrace. But, no sooner had the Priestess felt the relief of seeing the girl alive than she was filled with a sudden dread that somehow her dealings with the emissary of Vashtorr might be discovered. After all, what could a Navigator see with that frightful second-sight of theirs? Here in the Immaterium most of all...
>And so Salafié held back, aloof, as a pained silence hung between them. At length, she merely pronounced that there would be no further technical difficulties, and ordered the Navigator to maintain course before dismissively turning and sweeping out of the navis santum to prepare the ship's machine-spirit for the translation back to realspace.
>True to her word, the remainder of the journey passed smoothly, and at last, the veil of reality was parted once more and the cruiser 'Pitiless Blade' dropped back into the material realm, deep in a shadowy nebula 500 AU below the long-forgotten star of Ghorstangrad. There before it lay the goal of this cursed journey, a vast and gleaming station resplendent with domes and gothic arches, sensor spires and docking arms, and abuzz with the activity of freighter convoys.
>It was, of course, the hidden base of the Von Nassau-Mendoza dynasty, where already sirens were blaring at the approach of an unknown vessel that looked to their sensors every bit the Chaos cruiser it had until so recently been...
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