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The current head and the rogue trader of house von Ilyrian exhaled pipe-smoke through the thin parting of her lips, drawing the recycled oxygen back in her lungs as the abyss of the cosmos stared back in her equally dark eyes while her eyes barely moved, tracking the smoke curl against the viewport of her ship, it was a a gilded monstrosity of retrofitted lance batteries and scarred adamantium plating that definitely has seen better days- warp was acting up quite often these days... more casualties, more tokens lost, more lives claimed, the barges halls echoing with the whispers of dead crews that she knew by face alone. She adjusted the brass-weighted loops in her hair, listening to them clink like funeral bells, just as the vox crackled to life. "Mistress," came the rasp of her seneschal, "the Tranchian emissary is demanding an audience. Again." Her smirk widened. \\\*Let him wait.\\\* She tapped ash onto the deck, one more sin this ship would bear. Most likely about the most recent shipment she inquired about, lives, perhaps a disgraced trader, or one that's left without a ship, their warrant of trade seized. Or perhaps something more exotic, a marine, a xeno, or just civilians that were rescued from a collapsing world. Whatever it was, she surely would take ger sweet time.
Her fingers trailed along the edge of the command throne, nails chipped from prying open too many contracts and throats, the ship humming beneath her like a loyal beast, teuth ti be told, it was a loyal beast, and it was another days story. She didn’t need to shout from her seat forher silence was command enough. The bridge crew moved in orbits around her almost reminding a solar system, adjusting dials and muttering litanies, while she lounged in a court of rust and shadows. The vox hissed again, insistent. She flicked her wrist, dismissing it mid-transmission, and exhaled another slow plume of smoke toward the flickering lumen above. \\\*Let them choke on their urgency.\\\* The ship would wait. The stars would wait. And if the emissary’s pride curdled into rage? Well. She could already see where his corpse would hang.
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Pretty basic prompt, she's landing on the planet to perhaps take in some civilians where your character is also amongst them, perhaps a space marine, or another rouge trader who lost their ship and propose an alliance, or even xenos and whatnot, sky's the limit
My only limit is underage characters, rest is fair game, I'm looking for literate partners who can preferably use discord. Please hit me up with what you want to play, kinks and limits and which direction you see this roleplay steering towards
Thanks for reading, hoping to hear from you