Board Thread:Warhammer 40k Roleplay/@comment-2253300-20150713191926/@comment-28917471-20150714015509

"It had to be an Imperial Navy vessel, nothing else..." - muttered Alair under his noise. "We could've set sail on one of the best guest's chambers a Rogue Trader Captain could give us, or blend in with the faithful aboard a piligrim ship... but no... it have had to be His Holy Shield..."

The officer that was standing besides Alair looked the other way, and began marching slowly to the other location that he had in mind, Alair's look had escorted the officer. The ship's bridge was full as ever, yet Alair did not care for any of that. He was smoking his pipe, looking at the planet and it's twins' moons, guessing what awaits them on Caladonia.

Alair was already dressed, a typical clothing of a high-born, or that of an Imperial Diplomat, which he was going to impose as such. He was hoping that they would land in the capital, but that was not to happen. Instead, they were to land on one of the two moons...

He turned down his pipe, beat it on the bridge's rail and threw-off any burned matter that was left in the pipe. He then took a walk towards his chamber. There, with a glass of amasec, he began practicing the arcane art of Divinity, The Emperor's Tarot was before him on the table, he was shoving the cards, revealing them in the right order, all so that he could see through the fate's next steps.