So made my first ever submission to the black library, the company that publishes stories and novels for Game Workshop properties! I am super excited! As you can tell with the exclamation marks! Okay I will stop that now. This year was all about “Comrades-in-arms” and I hope I put together something that is interesting enough to be considered. I have included it below for your reading pleasure. So enjoy and I hope to be able to bring you more from Léaina and the crew of the Dawns Deliverance either offically or as part of some fan fiction in the future!
Sample:
The synthanol burned slightly as Léaina took another sip from the crystal glass in her gloved hand. She paid it no attention as she looked over the regally dressed woman across the booth. The young navigator across from her was shifting uncomfortably in her seat. Léaina noticed her shaking her head slightly as if to cast out discomfort without breaking the character she was attempting to portray. A knowing smirk creped across Léainas’ face as she placed the glass back on the table. Their booth was away from the main section of the establishment that catered to the upper crust of Taturn society. Power couples of men dressed in smart dress attire and women in form hugging silks with matching fascinators dotted the restaurant as outside the late evening sun setting over the horizon cast long shadows over the city scape below them. From their vantage point they could see the populous of the city going about its evening routine, a world as alien to Léaina as any xeno civilization she had encountered in her travels.
“Are you feeling uncomfortable?” she addressed her guest.
Evangelina Yaga hesitated before answering. She had known it was a bad idea to have agreed to this meeting, and since arriving there had been a gnawing pain in the back of her mind that she could not shake. Was it guilt for her willingness to betray her families wishes? Evangelina was beginning to sense that this whole endeavor was a mistake. She looked down at the glass of water in front of her and cleared her throat. “No,” she replied in a small voice before looking at the Rogue Trader Captain in front of her, “I was just considering your offer.”
The room fell silent. Léaina looked past the young woman towards the entrance and at commotion that had caused a disturbance in the atmosphere of the place. “Damn it,” she muttered under her breath, as the situation suddenly became more complicated. Entering the restaurant was someone that Léaina was hoping to avoid at all costs. Admiral Libius Severus Crotwell was a man whose reputation and wealth matched his physical girth and stature. He stood in the doorway dressed in fine loose fitting silk garments of such overstated simplicity that they could have been seen as an attempt at being perceived as humble. Léaina knew that was a lie. As usual he was flanked by two slender women, chained at the neck, heads covered with a hood and dressed in thin silk shawls that left very little to the imagination. His “beauties in the darkness” she remembered Libius calling them. With beady eyes he scanned the establishment. Eventually they settled on where the two woman were sitting and he walked over to their booth, his expression contorting into a smile that seemed wider than his face could allow.
“Well well well,” he boomed, “Look what we have here.” With a look at one of the wait staff he was brought a chair, which creaked as he sat his bulk at the end of their table. The two hooded women standing behind him, one at each shoulder, hands at their sides. From where he was sitting now Léaina could see that his head was adorned with a crystal matrix, similarly seen on those of the psykic persuasion. Gold and jeweled rings adorned his fingers and around his neck he wore a series of medallions and medals of varying metals. He surveyed the two women in front of him. “What would bring Lady-Captain Léaina El’Lion and the lovely Lady Evangelina Yaga to dine in one of my establishments?
Hope you enjoyed that. Anyway till next time, later days.