In Search of Xanadu is a GURPS based warhammer 40k game run by Bloodnose. The players assumed the role of staff under a rogue trader. The game thread is here: http://forums.somethingawful.com/showthread.php?threadid=2582893
Recruitment thread is: http://forums.somethingawful.com/showthread.php?threadid=2560503
The Tacitus sailed silently through the airless void of deep space. Its thrusters pushed it along on its unending journey through the Ultima Segmentum. So far from the bright center of Holy Terra was the Tacitus that not even the light of the stars reaches it. Only the eternal blackness of space made the journey to touch the hull of the aged ship. Through the ancient transparasteel viewpanels of the ship's bridge, the darkness dared to touch the ship's captain: Ephraim Ravennatis, the Rogue Trader.
Since the Emperor walked among his fellow Men, the Rogue Traders have operated with His sanction in the farthest reaches of space. The Ravennatis family, one of the few, proud lineages that boasts the ancient sanction, has been reduced to a single surviving member: Ephraim Ravennatis. Just as his father, his father and his father all did, Captain Ravennatis commands the Tacitus and its motley crew through deep unknown of unsecured space. Sometimes under Imperial charter, sometimes on his own whimsy, Ravennatis and the Tacitus have yet to disappoint.
But never had they aimed for something this big. The Captain paced the top deck of the ship: through the corridors and around the bridge. The fair-skinned, bald spacer had a chair on the bridge. It was a strong, proud, thronelike chair, made of the finest woods and encrusted with the finest jewels from around the galaxy. Carved in ornate, gold-leafed lettering on the back of the chair is the High Gothic phrase: “In Absentia Luci, Tenebrae Vincunt.” But the crew has only ever seen Captain Ravennatis sit in his chair on a few occasions, and each of them have been disastrously bad. Maybe the Rogue Trader just treasures his ability to walk or maybe he has some immense and ancient respect for the throne, but he almost always opts to pace rather than sit.
But this time, the captain's pacing carries almost an air of nervousness, a tremendous worry. His usual overbearing presence and powerful, strict voice seem curiously absent. The entire crew senses that this will be a day to remember in the history of the Tacitus.