The weeks spent in transit were filled with the typical work associated with shipboard life. You managed to keep yourself busy as no one that is part of the Euan Dynasty was allowed to be idle while the Star of Ascension was in motion. The activity was just enough to keep you out of trouble and about on the ship, but nothing beyond routine and ritual. Your rest was fitful and filled with bizarre and anxiety riddled dreams, the memories of which flitted away from your consciousness upon waking. In truth, the journey was drudgery.
As the ship approached the Red Forge, a spider-legged servitor summoned you to the bridge. Your small crew gathered and entered together. Before you was the expanse of the bridge, ranks upon ranks of control pews stretched out before you all leading to the base of the command throne. The look was reminiscent of a planet-bound cathedral with high-vaulted ceilings and arching support beams. Upon the ceiling, flaking and aged murals of past Euans gazed down upon you. The Lingua-technica mixed with low-gothic as minor bridge crew went about their business.
You stride up the center aisle and approach the towering Command Throne. It rises two heads above you, and you slowly ascend tot eh audience step, a small platform below the Command throne itself. Seneschal Halwood awaits you there. You are careful as you mount the stairs, for sudden vibration and ships motion could easily cause you to lose your footing.
Halwood greets Aestebahn with the traditional Euan greeting, and gestures for you to pay heed to the Captain of the vessel. Obscured by keyboards, monitors, and servo-skulls a shadow stands amongst the control apparatus of the ship. You assume it is Katyaina Euan, but the smoky paned monitors and command surfaces make it difficult to tell. You bow low and respectfully, as is the custom on her ship.
A surprisingly deep voice returns your greeting, Behold. The red Forge awaits you. The bridges main view screen springs to life with an audible crackle of energy. The screen is impossibly large and quickly dominates the cathedral like space.
Before you, a dark disk hovers in amongst the stars. The light of the Marovian sun highlights the edge of the world, and causes a corona effect to play across the screen. The dark surface swirls with soot covered clouds, and the occasionally pinpricks of bright red light break through from the surface. Even at this distance, your sharp eye can barely make out the forms of star ship drifting around the orbit of the world like biting insects.
You have arrived at Marovia Quintus, your destination. Here, you will transfer from the Star of Ascension to your own vessel. You will no longer be passengers, but instead be the masters.