Rogue Trading for Fun and Profit is bought to you by:
Lord-Captain van Hohenheim - Rogue Trader. Hero. The last of his line. That's like a unicorn!
Magos Abigail von Thannhausen - A magos who possibly takes too much pleasure in the craft of Servitors. Accompanied by her servo-skull.
Archaius Wash - A gunnery sergeant with an irritatingly low-quality accent and a poor-grade artificial voicebox.
Sebastian LaMarck - A seneschal with a silver tongue.
We've got a picture of a planet, but no idea where it actually is. We need a map, and there's a handful of places to look.
Van Hohenheim tries his luck at the Imperial Navy, and is stalled out by a Secretary.
"I can get you an appointment in the next six months."
Vah Hohenheim flashes his Warrant. "Can we increase this by a factor of.... oh, today?"
It gets bumped forward to ~3 days. Nothing more that the Lord-Captain can do.
The Magos and I try our luck at the Administratum.
The Magos tries to trade a maintenance favor with the scribe at the front desk, and polish up his rusty scribe-tines.
She kind of... makes it worse. The scribe is probably going to lose his job... it's quite depressing.
I leave her to it and go find a bar.
The Magos tries to talk to the Head Scribe. But the scribe she tried to butter up won't hear any of it now...
She gives up and follows me.
Wash goes into a bar, the "Last Chance" with Sebastian.
He involves himself in a bar fight and tries to recruit more crew.
Sebastian talks a rather experienced Lieutenant into joining, along with some ratings.
The Lieutenant knows of a cartographer who might be of use.
Magnate-Scrivener Jorn, located in the Chambers of Gold
The Magos and I walk into Wash and Sebastian going out the other way.
We exchange notes. The Lord-Captain reports grand success. Wash reports even grander success.
We pay Jorn a visit. He's an old man with a humble home, and no augs except a logis implant.
We introduce ourselves, and he invites us into a back room. It's filled with cogitators.
He's got quite the map, and knows what we're looking for.
Magaros. Three planets, an ice belt, and a small star. It's located in Winterscale's realm.
The map's ours, for the small price of carrying some cargo to Footfall, which is on the way.
It's not slaves. The cargo is some books that the Ecclesiarchy would disapprove of. The Lord Captain agrees.
We take data back to our Navigator, and he plots us a course. We're away!
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