The Murder of Crows
Commander Larius Sans
Commander of Port Wander
Rarely found outside of his offices or the port’s command deck, Naval Commander Larius Sans has grudgingly tended to his duties as both Port Wander’s highest Battle Fleet Calixis officer and, to his dismay, the station’s central authority. Leadership takes its toll, especially on a station like Port Wander.
Commander Sans occupies a tenuous position between power brokers, wealthy merchants, ambitious Rogue Traders, and House Krin money-lenders, not to mention smugglers, cultists, and pirates. To make matters worse, reports suggest that a notorious spy from the Inquisition has begun an investigation that could bring his career to a calamitous end. Little is known of the Inquisition’s representative other than that she may be the reason an entire planet was committed to dust.
Larius Sans’ calm and disciplined demeanour suggests anything other than the situation he finds himself in. His muscular frame provides ample space for his many military commendations, which further express the irony of his position—a decorated officer gifted with command of a station for which he has little love. He suspects that his betters laugh at him from afar, his post as Port Wander’s commander a joke and inheritance from the blunders of his uncle, the late Admiral Sans. Acting against his impulse toward weeding out
the corruption and factionalism within the port’s ranks, he bides his time, catering to those who undermine his authority until he can make his move and prove that he is not one
to be laughed at. Civilians have unwittingly come under the commander’s employ, as he is cunning and willing to accomplish his goals through indirect means.
At some point, the port will have to bend to the commander’s will. Should it fail to do so, it will succumb to its own lawlessness and depravity, whether at the hands of an Inquisitor, pirates, or the stations own factionalism. Such an event may lead the citizens to look to Sans for salvation, at which time he could realise his ambition, save them, and put his competitors to shame—or so his fantasy plays out.
On more sober days, he accepts that the port’s condition will likely sustain itself and so, with little hope, he waits.