Dargonus is an Imperial Civilised World in the Mundus Valancius system of the Koronus Expanse in the Segmentum Obscurus that serves as the capital planet of the Rogue Trader House von Valancius' protectorate.
In order to govern a Rogue Trader dynasty and the great many assets under its purview, there must be a guiding hand and central powerbase from which the Rogue Trader's presence might extend. A place for the Administratum to erect their bureaucratic monuments, for the glories of a dynasty's lineage to be arrayed, for politics to be played, galas to be held and raids to be repelled.
Dargonus is the foremost jewel of the von Valancius dynasty, resplendent with the glories of past conquests and ventures undertaken by Lord Captain Theodora von Valancius and her predecessors. It hosted a vast conglomerate of noble families that hailed from the dynasty's supplicant worlds within its protectorate. Each had sworn an oath of fealty to the house long before Theodora's heir apparent rose to power as the new Lord Captain, but each with their own realm of influence within the von Valancius Protectorate. And each vassal family participates in an endless competition with their counterparts to jockey for the Lord Captain's efforts and attention, always seeking to curry their favor so the prosperity they find might spill out onto their family first and foremost.
However, the eternal politicking and administrative efforts of Dargonus have ground to a halt while the von Valancius fleets idle in orbit of it. For, just like the rest, this twinkling gem of affluence is cut off from the wider Koronus Expanse in the wake of recent Warp storms.
Without the overview of a Rogue Trader, a capital world such as Dargonus is left to its own devices in a manner worse than most. Its people are without material goods, without food and left with a fleet overhead too crowded to be maintained for a long period of time. But those left in the Lord Captain's stead as their regents are valiant, level-headed men and women who have immense experience in steering ships through tumultuous storms. Political jockeying can be set aside. Once bitter rivals might come together and work, albeit begrudgingly, toward a brighter horizon.
It cannot last forever, though, so the Lord Captain must hurry home before something worse than isolation rears its head.
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- Warhammer 40,000: Rogue Trader (PC Game)