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The journey to Nionus Seven-Twelve, a seemingly backward and unimportant planet that Livingstone nevertheless wished to place his flag, would appear to those aboard the ship to take no longer than a couple of weeks - in real space time passed differently, and indeed nearly three months had passed by the time the [i]Pride[/i] ripped a new hole in space and the lion-headed prow came into being once more.

Each of the hand-picked individuals were summoned to the spacious, well furnished bridge; like most Traders he had decided to personalise it, and in doing so it reflected the greatest bridges of the Imperial Navy - clean, spacious, and extremely efficiently organised - Livingstone himself sat upon a high-backed command-throne, smaller chairs surrounding a quite expensive planning table (non-standard issue Imperial tech, very hush hush...) in a semi-circle.

Human (as opposed to servitor slaves) eyes watched the percieved interlopers as they came and took their seats, most no doubt bored from their trip - in spite of the array of activities - Livingstone wouldn't know as he hadn't seen them during this time...

Anyway.

Once they had all taken their seats, and the eyes had returned to their stations to keep the [i]Pride[/i] drifting along as it did, a gesture from the Trader bought the planet up into focus once more.

"Nionus Seven-Twelve was founded quite recently, technically speaking, colonists from Tallarn and Necromunda slammed together and scattered over the surface of this giant desert. When the 'settlers' - criminals and deserters for the most part - got there they found a xenos species waiting for them, this species they promptly destroyed. Half-a-dozen hive cities sprung up across the world, what structures remain are of pre-Imperial origin and it is [b]these[/b] that concern us."

"Of specific interest is this site here," the map zoomed in to [i]something[/i] a few miles north-east of a smaller hive city, "it is assuredly pre-Terran in origin, reminiscient of Ancient Gyptus in fact. Most of the structure we believe is beneath the surface of the planet, therefore we've no real knowledge of what to expect - resistance and so forth."

"We will be coming into orbit of the planet within the day, so I would advise preparing yourselves thoroughly."

The formerly hunched explorer now straightened his back and smoothed his beard with one hand.

"Questions, troubles, anyone?"