Rogue Trader: A quest for profit in the grim darkness of the 41st millenium. But dying in mediocrity and misery is for poor people and losers, and a Rogue Trader's retinue is anything but.
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're trundling out to the Maw for a couple of days at subliminal (Subluminal) speeds.
The navigator pages the bridge. There's a warp eddy. It's a risky move to go now. If we wait a couple of days, it'd be safer.
The lord-captain gives the order to punch it, but misses some of the markers because he's a poor pilot. [pointed look from Lord-Captain] I mean, the warp is incredibly treacherous and defeats the Lord Captain's tremendous pilot skills.
It's a bit of a rough ride. I catch a bit of space flu and feel like crap.
We emerge in a midway point, The Battleground.
We pick up a weak beacon. The captain says we go for it.
The Penitent Traveller. Dead in the space-water.
Raiders emerge as we approach, and a mine begins to fly towards us. It's a trap, curse them!
We make full speed for the nearest Wolfpack Raider, and light it the fuck up. We fully rip it a new one.
Sebastian hails the other ship... with impressive results. (01)
He very calmly tells them to surrender, or be destroyed.
"This is Captain Parthax of the Blood Talon... we're withdrawing. [pregnant pause] We're sorry."
"Parthax, where the fuck are you going?" our targeted raider wails. "Are you just leaving us to die?"
The Lord Captain wants us to extract payment for the macrocannon shells we wasted on the raider. I lead a boarding party of Murder Servitors and a guy called Johannes (Jones) to pilot the craft.
I fail to intimidate the enemy crew into surrendering valuables. Which is fine, I wasn't bluffing.
I make a recaf while I let them do their thing.
The ship begins to limp away. The mine homes in on us.
The Ambition wastes the mine. It fizzles and makes the Raider's engines fizzle.
"We're going to follow them in stealth mode." "Stealthh mode?" "That's when we're not shooting them the whole time."
Sebastian hails the Pilgrim ship. They got crippled by the Raiders.
Sebastian puts together a looting party to follow me. It's ~14 people called Kevin, and one pilot called Jones (Johannes)
The Captain hails the Raider again. There's a change of management, and they're agreeable to our demands, if we just stop the killing, dear god
Combat over. We begin rolling the ship for everything they're got.
I want to take the engines out of the raider and put them in the Pilgrim.
We make our way to the bridge. The old Captain was removed from power.
"Who shot this man?" I ask.
There's some conferring. One steps forward and confesses.
"I like his initiative. You're on the giving end of the beating stick next time. Pick five to come with you."
The Lord Captain asks how many kevins there are on board.
They give a wrong answer. The Captain asks again, and suddenly there's a lot more people called Kevin on the bridge.
The Lord Captain makes his own job offering. "We seem to have openings due to Raider activity. Is Anykevin interested in joining?"
"You sick bastard," says one. "What kind of game are you playing?" The Lord Captain wastes him with a big pistol.
"As I was saying..."
We acquire 12 new Kevins.
Damage report: We opened up the starboard side of the raider, and took on a lot of new ratings.
Engines are on the fritz, but only temporarily, according to Magos Abigail.
Engineseer-Prime Nox, Abigail's lead flunkie, goes to check out the Pilgrim.
Shit's pretty fucked. The ship's so wrecked, only the Emperor knows how they've survived.
We're critically short on Navigators, so we can't really take multiple ships with us.
We're going to have to compromise between saving the people, or looting hardware.
We prime the raider ship to overload it's plasma drive if reignited. It'll be a nasty surprise for Captain Parthax if he returns.
We take what we can, and hustle out of here, headed for Footfall.
It takes us 10 days; the Navigator's having a hard time, and there's a lot of churn.
We see ghost ships. We're pretty sure it's a bad time, or trick of the warp.
We leave it be, and arrive safely (relatively) at Footfall. It's a sight for sore eyes.
We offload our Pilgrims safely, and they're grateful.
We contact the guy we're supposed to meet, and offload our questionable books.
Abigail investigates the possibility of Not-Murder Servitors, Murder Servitors for hauling cargo. Regular Servitors.
Abigail picks up a heavy lifting clamp.
The Lord-Captain wants a fancy power sword. He gets it.
....Wash wants one as well. He gets one as well. We're turning heads.