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To be a scion of a Rogue Trader dynasty is to be raised and educated among the highest piers of Imperial Society. They are educated by some of the finest minds in the galaxy, living lives of luxury that most could barely even begin to comprehend in their most decadent dreams. They are to be the envious few at the top in the most rigid and opressive regimes in the galaxy.
They were not orphans raised in Cadia's Schola Progenium. They were not soldiers who served on the frontlines under the personal command of a Commissar. They were most certainly not hated and reviled witches, marked with cursed powers of the Warp.
Velia, was all of these things. And now, by the default of random circumstance, she was also the new Rogue Trader of the Von Valancious Dynasty. Now she has to deal with the fallout from a massive coupe attempt, traitors at every turn, a missing Inquisitorial agent, and the political minefield of suddenly being thrust into one of the most powerful positions in the Imperium. Oh also her ship needs a new Navigator, and Enginseer Prime. Did she mention the voices in her head?
Velia didn't know who's cosmic joke this all was, but there had better be one karking good punching line at the end of all this.