|Gm Boggbear, Possibly Evil
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The warp, the gateway to the stars, and a realm of untold terrors and horror.
Coursing through the immaterial waves is an imperial ship, The Rising Sun, on course for the Carsis sector of known space.
At the bridge, everything is quiet currently, the crewmember in charge at the moment might as well be a faceless entity.
His current level of power is as unwelcome as the rash on his neck, but thankfully, neither is likely to troulbe him much further.
Leaning back against one of the cogitators, he takes a sip from his mug of lukewarm recaff and sighs.
I could be in bed by now, but noooo, someone had to be in charge, and it just HAD to be me...
Suddenly, he is roused from his irritated musings by a call from the forward consol.
"Sir, we've arrived at our destination!"
That was unexpected, looking at the chrono on the wall, it seemed like they were almost a month ahead of schedule, which while not a bad ting, might not mean much
back in real space, since the warp can play tricks on you.
Either way, things were about to get a bit more exciting around here.
"Well then, prepare for transition! Sound the alarm! And send out a call to the Lord-Captain and the senior officers!"
Moments later, lights began to flash, and the horn let out a low, long wail, signaling everyone to get into position.