Hell's Admiral

The Warspite scarcely hosted the living. "Not that I doubt your abilities," Fiolette began, "but I want to be sure the spell works before I let you aboard." Those who dared stay aboard the ship worked against the clock. "I am sure the travel time between here and Amaltanna is much longer than twelve hours." Concern was etched in her voice as she took a step back, letting Taeli get a peek inside the ship.
Gone were the old, drab, Imperial interiors of gunmetal grey. In their place was elegance, opulence, a reminder of home. Polished mahogany, rich velvet drapes, and gilded accents decorated the Warspite, turning it into a floating palace. Crystal chandeliers hung from the ceilings, casting a warm glow over the plush, intricately patterned carpets. It spoke to the comforts that Fiolette enjoyed and to the loneliness the ship and its duties entailed.
"Dansen will get you anything you might need. Don't mind the droids; I'm not the only one carrying out a penance," she further explained. "And you've... already sent a message to her, right?"
"Sorry, I just..." Fiolette took a deep breath and exhaled. "This is new."
That much was something Taeli would have felt. "Revna, that's the girl's name. Doesn't look any older than our children." Fiolette sidestepped to allow Taeli aboard the Warspite. "I should go put in the coordinates, but I can assure you most won't notice us. We'll be a blip, a malfunction at best." She cleared her throat and added, "Don't mind the wardens. They're just here to make sure people who shouldn't be here, aren't."
Fiolette faded from view, disappearing up to the command center to give the coordinates to Amaltanna. A moment later, she reappeared, this time in a more period-fitting suit. "I thought this might work out better." She took the opportunity to offer up a tour. "While we wait, I'm happy to give you a tour."
The Warspite was a ship like no other, and that was evident from the moment one stepped aboard. Aside from the lack of the living, soul repositories were carefully hidden throughout the ship, each one a small, intricately designed box that seemed to hum with a faint, eerie light. The ship creaked as if it had been built from centuries ago with wooden floorboards, although there were none, adding to the ghostly atmosphere.
As they walked, Fiolette pointed out various features. "This is the grand ballroom," she said, gesturing to a vast, open space with a domed ceiling painted to resemble the night sky. "It used to host dances and events, now it's mostly quiet."
They continued through corridors lined with art and relics, each piece telling a story of a life once lived. The dining hall was a spectacle of its own, with a long table set for a feast that would never come, the fine china and silverware glistening under the soft light.
"This ship ferries souls from realspace to the netherworld," Fiolette explained. "The living don't usually stay aboard for long, but I've tried to make it... livable, for the brief moments they are here." Although, if they stayed past the twelve hour mark, they were doomed to live aboard the ship for eternity with their souls bound to droids.
Fiolette smiled, a touch of sadness in her eyes. "It's been my sanctuary, and my prison."
They reached the command center, where the view of the stars was breathtaking. "We'll be departing soon," Fiolette said. "Seeing as the spell should hold, and we'll be on our way to see Revna."