Ignorance is Bliss - Maiden of Golgenna
Timestamp: 7.157.996.M41
Location: Free trader vessel Maiden of Golgenna, under warp drive towards Sepheris Secundus
Situation: Passing time aboard the Maiden of Golgenna.
Body: Almost every human starship maintains a strict day-night cycle. The human biology functions best when night follows day in a predictable pattern. And since most ships call at various ports, using local time is not really an option. And so Imperial starships tend to follow the Terran clock; when the sun rises above the Astronomicon (physically/literally - as the sun touches the Spire of the Astronmicon on Terra) the day cycle begins. And when the sun sets, the night cycle starts. Simple as that.
Anyway, Max is spending another evening with Vern and Silon, drinking some amasec and trying to beat the old scholar at regicide. With little success. Silon, who can be counted upon to say odd things at exactly the wrong moment, suddenly points towards the opacue shield of the observation lens (basicall a big viewport, kept closed during warp transit):
"This used to be a well-run ship. Back in the day. When Rogue Trader Simeon was Master and Commander of the Maiden. A craft old bastard that one. Inspected his lady many times, but we never found anything - or if we did, he had always paid off the right people. Never could get anything on him. Not even the time when he came loaded to the brim with illegal xenos artifacts. He had a Charter mind you, so it was not the items that were the problem. It was the fact that he tried sneaking them past customs. Ensign Waters told me he'd never seen a man smile so broadly as when he handed over a piece of paper with some signatures on it; the Ensign wouldn't say what navmes they were, only that it had Tricorn palace (Calixis Inquisition Headquarters) seals all over it. Probably had saved that one for a rainy day!"
He downs yet another amasec.
"Anyway. The ship was well-maintained back then. And clean. Damned clean. Cleaner than most Navy cruisers, and that's saying something! But now? Dust and dirt everywhere, and while the ship still holds you can hear the sounds of disreapair everywhere. Even the warp-fields are fluctuating; that's why them little witches keep having nightmares you know. Because some of the Immaterium is leaking through to play with their little mutant minds. I don't think anything bad will happen on this trip - but give it a few more years...and you have one or more crew going insane during transit. And from that on it will be a downhill race if you catch my drift..."
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