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6/14/2025, 7:19:41 PM
So continues the tale of Salafié the Techpriestess from >>95826633
>It is generally recognized among those given over to such diversions that while an inexperienced mistress may be pliant and edifying to the senses, she will invariably fail to keep pace with the tastes of a proper libertine. And so it was that, a scant week into their debauch, Mira was utterly exhausted by the strain of leisure, and lay about with the languishing, satisfied disposition of pampered housecat. In short, she had become boring, and Salafié's thoughts drifted back to the voyage she had been planning to embark upon, and a certain Rogue Trader she hoped to find at her destination...
>Salafié roused the Navigator and dragged her to the bridge, where she called up the charts for a sparsely-populated system in the southern reaches of the Segmentum Tempestus, highlighting a point on the holo-display far outside the ecliptic plane, 500 AU beneath the nadir of the star. It was, she explained, the deep space rally point of the Von Nassau-Mendoza dynasty, a secret known to few outside the Rogue Trader's inner circle.
>Mira expressed some misgivings at the plan, and not merely at jumping blindly to a spot trillions of kilometers away from the system's charted Mandeville Point. With the ship's sorcerers now reduced to mere servitors, there were none left to carry out the rituals that had aided in warding off the horrors of the void during her previous transits aboard the cruiser. But Salafié would hear none of it, and merely ordered the Navigator to her duties with the assurance that she would tend the Geller field generator personally.
>Thus, Lady Mirabella retreated to her sanctum, and as the warp drives thundered to life kilometers below and the armored blast doors closed behind her, she opened her third eye fully to the Warp. The veil of reality parted as the cruiser's engines flared, and the ship plunged into the shrieking maelstrom of the Immaterium.
>It is generally recognized among those given over to such diversions that while an inexperienced mistress may be pliant and edifying to the senses, she will invariably fail to keep pace with the tastes of a proper libertine. And so it was that, a scant week into their debauch, Mira was utterly exhausted by the strain of leisure, and lay about with the languishing, satisfied disposition of pampered housecat. In short, she had become boring, and Salafié's thoughts drifted back to the voyage she had been planning to embark upon, and a certain Rogue Trader she hoped to find at her destination...
>Salafié roused the Navigator and dragged her to the bridge, where she called up the charts for a sparsely-populated system in the southern reaches of the Segmentum Tempestus, highlighting a point on the holo-display far outside the ecliptic plane, 500 AU beneath the nadir of the star. It was, she explained, the deep space rally point of the Von Nassau-Mendoza dynasty, a secret known to few outside the Rogue Trader's inner circle.
>Mira expressed some misgivings at the plan, and not merely at jumping blindly to a spot trillions of kilometers away from the system's charted Mandeville Point. With the ship's sorcerers now reduced to mere servitors, there were none left to carry out the rituals that had aided in warding off the horrors of the void during her previous transits aboard the cruiser. But Salafié would hear none of it, and merely ordered the Navigator to her duties with the assurance that she would tend the Geller field generator personally.
>Thus, Lady Mirabella retreated to her sanctum, and as the warp drives thundered to life kilometers below and the armored blast doors closed behind her, she opened her third eye fully to the Warp. The veil of reality parted as the cruiser's engines flared, and the ship plunged into the shrieking maelstrom of the Immaterium.
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