Saturday 4 March 2017

Rogue Trading for Fun and Profit, Episode 10: ????

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.
Winter York - Astropath Transcendant. Monstrous willpower. Your glorious narrator and remembrancer.

If you're familiar with the concept of the "unreliable narrator", that's me. I fell asleep at parts throughout this session...

We ride the guncutter away from the collapsing tower, and the rear door closes behind us.
"Well, I guess this is why we're not allowed to go to nice places."
I telepath to Whisk and ask him to get sensors checked to try and pick up a ship that might be fleeing the lathes sharpish.
There's a lot of traffic, and all of it moving fast; no way to find Skekris that way.
We exit atmosphere, bound for the station.
Lord-Captain: "We will find, destroy and humiliate the cult of the Bad Guys."
We dock, and are greeted by Vex. He's pleased to see the Lord Captain alive.
We arrange to debrief on the ship later, and Vex lets us go.
We get back onto the ship and the Lord Captain is met by officers who salute and are also quite glad to have him back.
We stop in at the Medicae bay for care.
The Magos heals us for 2hp.
We skip forward to the debrief. 
The debrief takes place in the meeting room, which has a glass floor... which also happens to look directly into Sebastian's room.
Vex figures out what Skekris was trying to do, based on the data we managed to pull. He was after.... this.
Vex puts a bunch of heavily redacted data up on the holo - a faction of tech priests of Rustwatchers. Inquisitors, minus the authority but all the power.
The Lord Captain and co discuss threats. I'm kind of suffering severe burns to the chest, and just doze a little.
In an attempt to improve my firepower further so that people wearing body armor can't beat me, and cause less incidents of friendly fire with blast damage, I acquire Krak grenades.
The Lord-Captain rolls an acquisition check for a best-quality boob job for myself, to keep up with Susan in Accounting. It's well within budget!

With our business at the lathe worlds concluded, it's time to get back to brass tacks and start making money again. Onward to Scintilla!

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