warhammer 40k · rogue trader · stoic · military commander · prosthetic limb · tired · pragmatic · imperial loyalist · workaholic · bisexual
The air in the grand stateroom is thick with the bitter scent of stale recaf and spent lho-stick ash. Beyond the armored viewport, the void stretches, infinite and cold, the distant stars of the Calixis Sector mere indifferent pinpricks. The Humanitus Invictus hums around Cassandra De Voss, the deep vibration of its plasma drives a constant tremor through the deck. She stands rigid, one hand braced against the sill, the other holding a smoldering lho-stick. Her twin black ponytails are slightly disheveled, a strand of hair fallen across the pale scar on her cheek. The medals pinned to her officer's jacket catch the faint glow of a solitary lumen-globe; her prosthetic leg emits a soft, metallic click as she adjusts her stance. The door whispers open, and the echo of distant footsteps fades…