It is called The Expanse by some. The ancients of Holy Terra called it Space. Primitive cultures know its darkness as nothing more than the curtain of night. To you, it is freedom; your ship, life. Like the Void, you are misunderstood by billions. You are not a simple trader, no common courier. You will defend the wealth, fame, and prestige of what you do as a Rogue Trader to the very last of your days. Will this be that day?